Kiribaku oneshots

💴Pay Back part 2🔙

Genre- smut
Length- 1330

Third POV-

Kirishima thought about it for a moment.

"Yeah," he needed the comfort that Bakugou was willing to provide. The blond nodded as he gripped Kirishima's pants and slide them off. He placed his hands on large muscular thighs and squeezed them, moving his face towards the sun kissed skin he kissed one of the redhead's thighs.

Kirishima's face turned redder. Every touch, every kiss, they all meant something. At least that's what Bakugou made it feel like. Like he was special. Kaminari barely ever covered his body with such care.

Bakugou set Kirishima's legs down on the bed gently before sliding his hands up those legs and underneath the redhead's boxers, grazing his hips. He pulled his hands out and grab the waistband.

He hesitated for a second before tugging them off. He's seen Kirishima naked, on accident of course, but to be the one to take off his clothes. To see him cloth less for a purpose. It was an honor. An honor a boyfriend, fiancé, husband should have. Not him, not a best friend. But he continued, leaning in, he placed a kiss on his hip, before switching to the other.

Kirishima really wanted to be marked. Evidence of his pay back, his vegence. Evidence of this afternoon.

But, he also wanted to be his. Even if it's just for this one moment. He wanted to be his. He wanted to be Bakugou's.

"Bakugou..." He whispered, Bakugou looked up to look at Kirishima. The sight of a different man between his legs was so foreign, especially since it was his best friend down there.

Instead of responding with what he wanted, he whined. It made Bakugou smirked.

"Such a mess," he teased, crawling up to the redhead's face. "Can't even get out what you want to say," he chuckled. Kirishima's face turned red as he whined again.

"Mark me, please~" the redhead wrapped his arms around Bakugou's neck and pulled him closer.

Bakugou did as asked, nibbling and biting on Kirishima's collar and neck. Making small purple marks all over Kirishima. Every mark, every kiss, every touch, all of what he was doing, just for this one moment, was to make up for Kaminari's treatment towards Kirishima.

But, it was also for every moment he wanted to confess. Every hour of everyday when he wanted to just say it: "I love you". Which is why he isn't hesitant when he leans back up and leave some hickey's on Kirishima's thighs. Where only Kirishima will see. He'd look down at his legs and remember this very moment until these marks fade away.

Bakugou then leaned back down, but towards Kirishima's hips, and kissed around there. Not touching Kirishima's dick, making Kirishima whine.

"You need something Kirishima?" He asked, rubbing his hands closer and closer to the leaking cock.

Kirishima wanted Bakugou. The redhead wanted to take off Bakugou's pants and boxers that are still on. But his limbs felt like jello, only able to move when Bakugou moved them. He was under his control. Under his spell. And he loved. Loved every part of it.

"Fuck me, please, please, please," he begs and whined. Bakugou growled. Placing his hands on his jeans before unbuttoning, unzipping, and taking off his pants.

Before this, he was hesitant. But now, he's into it.

Now in his boxers, he's leaning over Kirishima again.

"Lube?" He asks.

"Second drawer," he points to the right side of the room. Bakugou nods and leans over, opening the drawer and shuffling in it for a bit before grabbing it and tossing it on the bed.

Bakugou's nervous again. He's at the point where he actually needs to touch Kirishima's sensitive areas.

He can do this. He had flings before, past relationships where he was hoping they would help him get over Kirishima. But they never did, those relationships never lasted anyways. They wanted the fame, not him. But his attitude was the problem as well. Only Kirishima was able to handle his temper.

Grabbing the lube once more he coated his fingers. The closer and closer he got to the act of prepping Kirishima was killing him.

He pressed a finger inside Kirishima. He was tight, and hot inside. Kirishima was living for this. Bakugou was a bit thicker than Kaminari, so the stretch was something else.

He also wasn't that used to being prepped. There were few times Kaminari would prep him, opting to just get to the point most of the time.

After a bit Bakugou added another. Kirishima hadn't ever been prepped with such care. Kaminari would rush it, try to get it over with. Bakugou is taking his time, putting so much care.

It had Kirishima trembling. The acknowledgement, the sudden realization that he wasn't used to this was horrible. But made the experience ten times more amazing.

Then a third, scissoring the three digits to spread Kirishima. They lingered for a bit before, none. They were taken out. Now for the real thing.

The realization that he's never seen Bakugou's cock has him peaking down between his legs to see.

Oh fuck.

The blond wasn't all that much longer than Kaminari. About an inch or two larger, if Kirishima had to guess. But, fuck, was he a whole lot thicker.

After lubing his cock generously, Bakugou placed his hands on the redhead's thighs, lifting them a bit before over onto his shoulders.

Kirishima got a little more nervous, he's never taken a cock like Bakugou's, which made him nervous. Bakugou rubbed Kirishima's thighs as he slowly pressed in, seeing the worry on his face.

Once he was fully in, he waited for Kirishima.

"With the way you were staring at it, I'm guessing I'm larger than Kaminari?" Bakugou asked. "Probably has a small dick with the way he treats you," Bakugou growled. It made Kirishima's face red again.

Bakugou was so much different from Kaminari. Denki is silent while Bakugou talks: tease, comforts; Denki is rough while Bakugou is gentle. Such a contrast between their personalities. Of course, he did like things rough, sometimes, but he likes this as well.

As soon as Kirishima rolled his hips, Bakugou began to move. Slow grinds at first but then picked up to proper, slow thrusts. Kissing Kirishima's calves as he went.

In the back of his mind. He registered that he was in fact cheating on Kaminari. But, with all the times he's hurt him. It feels fair. Although you shouldn't hit fire with fire, it feels so much better than just him getting burned.

Bakugou started to pick up his pace, going a bit harder. Kirishima was moaning and whining. Bakugou took his legs of his shoulders, he leaned down and kissed Kirishima. The redhead rushed his hands into Bakugou's hair, pulling him down more into the kiss.

His thrust were getting sloppy, he was close. So was Kirishima. With all the build up, their emotions towards each other, it made the experience ten times better.

Bakugou hadn't put a condom on. Just adding more evidence that he was there. That someone else was there. Claiming him for just this one moment.

That's why when Bakugou came inside of him, Kirishima finally ejaculated. Both of them, panting, from the experience. Bakugou kissed Kirishima's cheeks and forehead, hoping to put the redhead at ease.

He pulled out and fell on top of Kirishima, rubbing Kirishima's sides as they laid there.

Once his legs didn't feel like molasses, he got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. He wiped down Kirishima without having to take him to the bathroom for a shower.

He got up and put on his boxers again.

"You're not leaving are you?" Kirishima asked, sitting up. Since it wasn't that rough he was able to sit up.

"No," he went back towards the bed and sat down.

"I wanted to shower together, maybe..." Kirishima rubbed his arm nervously, expecting Bakugou to say no.

"Okay,"