Kiribaku Oneshots

Concept 22 - Picture Perfect

I can't get this out of my head so I'm sharing.

CW: Deepthroating, face fucking, oral fixation, Kiri having a gay panic in general, you'll see

Kirishima had gotten plenty of blowjobs from his boyfriend before, but this one had to be his favorite. Right at the tippy top. It was like any other at first, Bakugou's perfect tongue and perfect mouth working their magic and worshiping his heavy cock and balls, while he sat nice and pretty on his knees in front of him, working him up and slowly swallowing inch after inch of his girth. He's messy with it too, making his cock, chin, and chest shiny with the sheer amount of saliva and precum that spills from his mouth with each bob of his head.
"God, you feel so good, Kats..." Kirishima groans, lacing his fingers through blonde hair. "Wanna fuck your pretty mouth so bad...can I, please?" he asks. Bakugou moans around him at the idea, tapping his thigh once for 'yes,' and he relaxes his jaw, slowing his movement to a stop as he looks up through his lashes with pleading eyes. Kirishima grins as he bites his lip with the first, slow, experimental thrust. "Fuuuuck yes,~" he moans, starting a slow pace. "Ngh, good boy, taking my cock so well.~" He reaches for his phone and holds it up for the blonde to see. "Can I record you, baby?"
"Mhmm,~" Bakugou moans, eagerly tapping 'yes,' knowing full well how his boyfriend is going to get off to this in the future. God, he'd love to see it; he'd love to watch him jack off to him like he was his favorite porn, watch him fall apart and cum his brains out without even touching him.

He'd better make this good then. He bats his eyelashes up at him once he starts recording, looking at him like the absolute marble statue of a man he is and loving the taste of every inch, humming blissfully in response to his second favorite meal. After about ten seconds of slow thrusting, he decides it's time to kick it up a notch. He drums his fingers on Kirishima's thigh, a signal the redhead knows and loves.
"Faster, huh?" he clarifies, grinning at his boyfriend's muffled 'mhmm.' "Mm, fuck, you love my cock so much, don't you baby?~" he teases as he picks up the pace, half thrusting, half tightening his grip on his hair to control the bobbing of his head. Bakugou moans at the action, a little surprised when the redhead takes control, but quickly getting into it. "I bet you could finish like this, yeah? Choking on my cock and getting drunk on my cum, just letting me use your throat.~ Would you like that, baby?" The blonde moans again, curling his fingers into a fist and tapping once. Kirishima's grin grows at the signal; a single tap for 'yes,' and a fist for 'harder.' He surprises him with a harsh thrust into the back of his throat, pulling another deep, guttural moan from him. The grip on his hair grows tighter as he stops the piston of his hips in favor of guiding the bobbing of Bakugou's head, making the tears that had built up spill over.
"Look at you,~" Kirishima moans, the coil in his stomach tightening. "You look so pretty crying on my cock, baby. You like being my fleshlight, huh?" Suddenly, he resumes his previous thrusting at the sound of Bakugou's desperate, muffled moans. "Ngh- fuck, Kats, 'm close!"

With that, Bakugou dug his nails into the back of Kirishima's thighs, keeping him there for his impending orgasm that followed with the next couple thrusts...however, something about the way he fucked his spend into the innermost parts of the blonde's skull sent a mixture of cum and saliva into Bakugou's windpipe, and when he looked down after hearing muffled gasps and coughs...he saw the result. His boyfriend's face was red and soaked with tears and sweat, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes scrunched as he tried to clear them up, but the cherry on top...was the cum dripping out of his nose. His eyes flicked to the screen of his phone to make sure he was still recording as he let him go, watching intently as strings of saliva and cum stretched and snapped as he pulled away. He quickly stopped recording once Bakugou gasped for air and started coughing, setting his phone aside and grabbing their box of tissues as he knelt in front of him.
"O-oh my god, babe, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?! I didn't choke you too bad, did I?" Kirishima sputtered, worriedly bringing a tissue to his face to clean him up. Bakugou snatches the tissue and blows his nose, wiping his face as he waved him off. He takes a deep breath, halfway through saying he's ok when he starts coughing again. Kirishima disregards any urges that spring from his dick, still going strong after all of that, and rushes to their bathroom to get him a glass of water.

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After a minute or two, Bakugou can breathe freely, and his throat isn't burning thanks to Kirishima's help, and once he's settled, the redhead speaks, blushing as he bashfully looks down at his painfully hard dick.
"I'm glad you're ok, babe. I'll try and be more gentle next time-"
"Eijiro," Bakugou interrupts, looking up at him from where his head rests on his shoulder. Kirishima looks down and- holy shit, he has never seen him look so blissfully cum drunk before. "I don't care if it's tonight, tomorrow, or thirty fucking years from now, but before I die, I want you to do that again.~" The redhead was...not expecting that. His face flushes as red as his hair, losing all sense of words aside from floored sputtering while his brain catches up with his dick.
"A-are you-"
"Yes, Ei,~" Bakugou fucking whines, crawling into his boyfriend's lap and kissing up his neck, all while Kirishima is blushing like it was his first time having the bombshell blonde in his lap, hovering dangerously close to his aching cock. "Make a mess of me, Ei.~" Bakugou purrs in his ear. "Tear me the fuck apart, baby.~" Oh god. He's absolutely fucked.

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What felt like forever of rearranging his boyfriend's guts, and getting his soul sucked out through his cock, the two ended the night with a quick shower before settling down to sleep. In the morning, once Kirishima can bring up enough willpower to pry himself from their cuddling, he gets up to make them breakfast, finding his phone on the floor as he went. He opens it to find the final frame of the video from last night. He has to will his dick back to sleep, though, it's quite hard to do when he wakes up to his gorgeous boyfriend and a memory of—quite possibly—one of the hottest things he's ever seen.

I hate how that ended but I wanted to get this published. Hope y'all enjoyed!