MHA Smut and Fluff

KiriBaku

"Why the hell should I forgive you?" Kirishima threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. "You're supposed to be my best friend! Then you go and fuck my boyfriend? Unforgivable!"

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, shutting the door to his dorm. Maybe he hadn't thought far enough ahead, but he didn't expect Kirishima to be this mad. It wasn't like they were a great couple, anyway. It wasn't going to last, he knew that from the beginning. He just didn't want to point it out.

"It happens."

"Fuck you, man." Kirishima crossed his arms, squinting against the anger in his eyes.

"You wish," Bakugou muttered.

"What?" Kirishima asked, straightening his back.

Bakugo hadn't expected him to be able to hear that. "You heard what I said," he blurted. What did he say that for? It wasn't like he actually felt like that about Kirishima.

Right?

"Yeah, I did," Kirishima scowled. "Not happening."

Then an excellent thought came to mind. "You sure? Don't you wanna know why poor little Kami cheated on you?" He crept closer to Kirishima, planting an arm on the wall on either side of Kirishima's head.

Kirishima went on the defense, shrinking in on himself.

Bakugo smirked. "I mean, if you don't want me to do anything, I won't. It's up to you." He shrugged and began to back away, but Kirishima leaned forward, capturing his lips.

"I-I," Kirishima stuttered, looking between Bakugou and the door frantically. Could he make an escape? Probably not. Did he want to? Probably not. He swallowed nervously as Bakugo pressed his bulge against Kirishima's leg.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow at Kirishima, dropping to a crouch. He ran his hand over Kirishima's pants, smirking as his friend tenses up. He pulled Kirishima's pants down, taking his dick his hands as he stood back up.

Kirishima's eyes widened, his lip pulled between his teeth.

Bakugo wasn't fazed, and pushed his lips against Kirishima's, pumping his hand over the dick in his hand. He chuckled as Kirishima groaned, his back arching against the wall.

"Do you get it yet?" Bakugo asked, crouching again. "Why your precious Kaminari chose to sleep with me?"

With one last confident glance at Kirishima, Bakugo took the dick in his mouth, pumping his hand over it as he sucked. Kirishima watched from above, his chest rising and falling quickly. How Bakugo got to be an expert in this while Kirishima had to watch idly by, he didn't know. But every swirl of Bakugo's tongue pushed Kirishima further to the breaking point.

"Oh, no, not yet," Bakugo said, releasing Kirishima's dick. "You're not allowed to come just yet."

"W-What?" Kirishima stuttered.

Bakugo sauntered over to his bedside stand and grabbed a condom before ripping it open and rolling it on Kirishima's dick.

Kirishima watched in eager anticipation. Who would've known Bakugo was a switch? Not Kirishima. But he was loving it.

Bakugo pushed Kirishima onto the bed, discarding their clothes before putting his knees on the bed and lowering himself on Kirishima's dick. He rocked up and down for a bit before glancing down at Kirishima.

"Am I gonna do all the work or you gonna help?"

Biting his lip again, Kirishima raised his hips up to meet each of Bakugo's thrusts. He slowly increased his speed and grabbed the sheets beside him. As the speed increased, the closer Kirishima came to a climax.

With one last thrust, he came with a loud moan, and Bakugo looked down at him with his signature smirk.

"Now it's your turn," he said, before flipping Kirishima over. He rolled a condom on his own dick before thrusting it into Kirishima.

"Oh, shit," Bakugo said in ecstasy. Kirishima's ass hugged his dick, which was a sensation he'd never felt before.

He thrusted slowly at first, but, already feeling his limit near, he picked up the pace, leaning down to place his arms under Kirishima's back.

Kirishima's hands snaked themselves under Bakugo's arms and around to his shoulders to use them as leverage as Bakugo picked up the pace. He was gonna come again, he could feel it, but he hoped it wasn't before Bakugo did or he might be too fatigued to go on.

"Fuck," Kirishima breathed, and he felt his quirk activate in just his hands. As Bakugo picked up the pace once again, biting Kirishima's shoulder, Kirishima's fingers raked down Bakugo's back, scratching it.

It should have hurt, but instead, it turned Bakugo on more, and he and Kirishima came with loud moans, practically yelling each other's names in ecstasy.

"Damn, shitty hair," Bakugo said as he flopped over on his back.

"I see why now," Kirishima said, his eyes squeezed shut at the residual pleasure.

Bakugo smirked and leaned his head back against his pillow, pulling Kirishima to his chest.