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Kirishima’s not feeling shy, it is honestly just a really lovely night to be locked in the bathroom.
“Ei? You coming out?”
“In a second.” She is not feeling shy, she is not chickening out of this.
“For someone who told me to run home from work tonight, you’re taking your time.”
Oof. She did say that. “Juuuust a second.”
To backtrack. It’d been about a year since the first time she and Bakugou tried something like this out, and really not much has changed since then, save for some very gentle words Bakugou’s started to slip her between kisses. That night did open up the conversation on shaking things up in the bedroom, which moved towards trying out toys, which led them to buying their first strap-on, and that was a whole new world. In just six months, they’d gotten great use out of it. There was that time they took turns back and forth for three hours, and that night on the weekend they spent in Atami, and the time Bakugou let her fuck her into the backseat of her car...
Yeah. Anyway, trying new things had been going good, and when Kirishima got an ad for an indie lingerie brand on Instagram, she thought that avenue looked sort of fun. So she got up the courage to buy a set. Actually putting it on, though, is a different story. Putting it on, she’s not sure how she feels. She feels like she definitely should have shaved.
But it’s not manly to chicken out of something she raised herself, so in half a second, she’s turning the doorknob.
Click. “Hey there,” she says, because she hadn’t gotten far enough to think about what to say.
Bakugou’s standing on the other side of the door in the sports bra she put on this morning, the familiar black harness hanging over her hips. She caught Kirishima’s drift, then — so you’d think she’d be giving her thoughts or making a move instead of staring at her, not saying anything. Maybe not blinking.
What is that? Is that good staring, or what is actually going on staring? Tonight is not the night for this staring? After a little more waiting, Kirishima says, “Uh. If it’s not working I think I’m gonna take it off-”
Finally, Bakugou snaps back into place. “Are you fucking stupid?”
Uh? “Ba-”
“What the fuck are you talking about, taking it off? What’s wrong with you?”
“Hey, I don’t know, maybe you’re not all that into-”
Bakugou’s hand clamps down on her shoulder, her eyes boring into her like the sun. “You are the hottest fucking girl I’ve ever seen.”
Kirishima shivers. “I-”
“Shut up. Go back in there, do it again.”
“Bakugou-”
“Do it again!” she demands, and the next thing Kirishima knows, she’s back in the bathroom, the door slammed in her face.
When the surprise and the ringing in her ears fade, she’s left feeling- weirdly pumped up. Almost like when they spar and Bakugou bombards her with is that all you gots and better not be breaking alreadys. Kirishima takes a deep breath, and tries to ride with her rising heart rate instead of letting it freak her out. Then, with new determination, she turns towards the mirror.
It’s a three-piece set in a deep, blushy coral, with gold thread in the boning of the bra and all the stitching. The garterbelt goes up to her waist, connecting the lace rings on her bare, thick thighs with long ribbons that leave arches of skin on her abdomen exposed. The little lace triangle on the panties, the g-string’s only line of defense, gives Bakugou easy access to what’s underneath it. And her little tits look great pushed up into the unpadded, sheer lace of the cups.
She looks so hot right now that she’s gonna get this lingerie bitten off of her. She can do this. She’s a hot girl, she’s gonna go get what she wants, and she’s gonna say something sexy when she goes back out there. Something like see something you like?
She flings the door open. “See somethi-”
Slam. Before she can even process it, she’s shoved against the wall. It’s cool and hard against her back. Bakugou’s mouth is pushing into hers; her hands fly up her thighs, ghosting over her abdomen before grabbing her bra strap and snapping it hard.
“Mmmmmmph,” Kirishima whines, but it’s swallowed up in the kiss. Like she even has time to speak — it’s like every second she’s being touched somewhere new, jolted this way and that, elbows and shoulderblades bumping against the wall. Oh, God. With every move Bakugou makes, she feels the lace rub against her skin. Kirishima just manages to wrap her arms around Bakugou’s back to hold on, already half lost in the feeling.
All the while, she feels the strap-on poking at the divide of her legs, just rubbing against her sensitive skin. Teasing her. She needs that thing inside of her now, now now now, but it feels like minutes go by before Bakugou lets up. “Want it?”
Kirishima nods yes.
“Want it so bad you can’t even use your words?”
Wrong. Kirishima concentrates and says, breathily, “Come inside me, now. Baby, please put your dick in me.”
Honestly she’s impressed with how coherent it is, but apparently Bakugou isn’t. “Gonna need a little more than that.” Kirishima can see the strain on her face, though- that pull of her eyebrows.
Ohoh. “Are you distracted?” Kirishima arches her back — invading Bakugou’s space this time, pressing her tits up against hers. “Seeing me like this? Which- one of us wants it, huh?”
“I’ll show you which.” Bakugou hoists Kirishima up, her legs locking around her hips, and finally, fuck yes, slides the strap in.
There’s some resistance as it passes through, but gravity does some heavy lifting — plus, she’s so wet already. The dildo slides into her pussy bit-by-bit, stretching her out as she sinks down into Bakugou’s hold, steady in her arms like it’s nothing-
Before any of the needy, desperate words in her head make it out, a fuzzy white haze clouds her brain. The only sounds that escape her are ahs and ohs. Bakugou has that smirk of hers on her face again; when she leans back in, her kissing is relentless, her teeth biting at Kirishima’s lips to block the sound.
“Talking a big game about who wanted this,” Bakugou’s saying, hot on her lips. Fuck, she’s so deep into her. “When you’re the one who came out here looking like that. You love this, don’t you?”
She punctuates the question with an extra-hard thrust. Kirishima gasps. Up in the air, she’s got nowhere to go, nothing to do but to feel the way Bakugou fills her. Bakugou’s thighs are rock hard holding Kirishima up; she wants to bang her calves against them, feel the toned muscles supporting the two of them right now. As the hands holding her up play with the thread on her g-string, every touch is like fire.
She lets out an especially high whine, and sees Bakugou’s eyes light up. “There’s the slut I know. You like crying on my dick? You like when I ruin you for anyone else?” She starts bouncing her legs in a steady rhythm, a series of quick jolts like a quickening heartbeat. How is she supposed to answer her, she feels so close to the edge that her eyes keep scrunching shut.
“I know you like this,” Bakugou says, snapping Kirishima’s bra strap from the back. Ahh. “Like being my pretty girl.”
She does, she does, she does, she does. But all she can do is nod.
“Say it.”
“I love you.” When she realizes her mistake, her eyes flutter open. “I mean-”
“Close enough,” Bakugou says, shifts her into just one arm, and slams the other on the wall beside Kirishima’s head. Kirishima’s totally surrounded, totally cornered; the heat of it is overwhelming, every inch of her is feeling, so when Bakugou thrusts hard and deep into her again, she cums hard with a cry and falls still, right back into Bakugou’s arms.
The room feels so quiet after. They stay that way for a moment. Kirishima buries her face deeper in Bakugou’s neck as she waits for her breathing to steady; as her shoulders rise and fall, she feels Bakugou’s hand card through her hair. Ooooh. She wasn’t wrong. She is in love.
Once Bakugou has laid her down on the bedside and she’s collected herself a little bit more, she manages, “Thank you baby. You’re so good.”
The mattress gives where Bakugou sits next to her.
“Can’t help it. You’re so beautiful for me,” she says, tracing a finger along the lining of the bra. Honestly, Kirishima could’ve forgotten she was wearing it. They have done dirty talk before, but usually, it’s when they’re fucking rough. You know, masculine. Post-sparring straps in the shower. No shortage of good boys. She didn’t expect that, but evidently, it carried over to this play very nicely.
“Yeah? It’s not too flashy?”
Bakugou looks at her like get the point already, but lays a kiss on her lips. “‘S good.”
Well. Thanks, internet. “Go big or go home,” Kirishima smiles. “What’s next? My turn?”
Bakugou snorts. “You think I’m letting you have control when you look like this?”
Ha. She sure knows how to treat a girl right. Sitting herself right back down, Kirishima says, “Okay, so what were you thinking?”
From the nightstand drawer, Bakugou pulls out a toy Kirishima’s never seen before — actually, she’s never seen anything like it. It’s purple, with two ends folded together like a V. Kirishima glances up in confusion and Bakugou pulls the two sides apart, until Kirishima can see it’s a long, thin vibrator with another, rounder piece at the base. “Double header.”
Then it clicks. Two heads. In both of them. At the same time. “Babe, you’re so smart.”
“Wanna ride me, beautiful?”
Make Bakugou cum staring up at her as she gets another round in? “Fuck yes.”
“Then get over here.” Bakugou’s all confidence as she lays down against the headboard. She leaves the toy in Kirishima’s hands. That might be a mistake.
She can certainly make it one.
Kirishima kneels on the bed as she examines the toy; at the junction of the shaft and the pony, there are two buttons. “Is this how you turn it on?” Kirishima clicks the top one, and the dildo side starts to vibrate steadily; pressing the other, the pony starts vibrating, too.
“There you go,” Bakugou says, reaching for it. But before she can, Kirishima leans back on her heels. Spreading her legs apart, her vagina wide open for Bakugou to see, she turns the toy up to a higher, faster vibration, and then presses the oval-shaped buzzer to her vulva.
“Bakugou,” she breathes.
Bakugou’s eyes have blown wide open. “What are you doing,” she says, like she’s too distracted to be mad.
Okay, yes. Kirishima’s already so loose and wet from the first round, so bubbly with excitement. The rumbling, deep vibration brings her back up towards a hundred fast. She rocks into it, so the vibrating tickles her bones, then slides it back out to tease at her folds.
“Bakugou,” she moans again. She makes a point of making it extra desperate, dripping with pleasure. “Baby, oh.”
Bakugou makes a swipe for the vibrator. “Let me-”
She shifts ever so slightly so it stays out of her reach. “Ah- Bakugou, please-”
“I said let me-”
Kirishima’s other hand flies up under the wire of the bra and to the boob waiting there — her nipple that has gone so untouched. She pinches at it in time with her rocking, and then, there’s nothing exaggerated about the noise she makes. She’s moaning involuntarily like a whore, wrapped in lace and totally drowning in pleasure, all open right there for Bakugou to see. She’d scream her name again if she could, but oh. It’s all she can do to keep eye contact as she reaches orgasm again, so fucking good, and to throw herself onto Bakugou’s chest as she finishes.
“The things you do to me, baby,” she pants.
Bakugou doesn’t wait long before sitting her back up, two hands on her shoulders. “The fuck’s wrong with you? Are you trying to torture me?”
Before, Kirishima hadn’t seen how flushed her cheeks got. Nice. “Just giving you a show,” she giggles.
“You were cuter when you were shy about it.”
“So I’m not cute now?” Fuck, she can’t imagine how wet Bakugou is after all of this. “What are you gonna do with me, then?”
From the drawer, Kirishima barely registers Bakugou grabs something else: a little rectangle the same color as the toy. It had a remote this whole time? And she still let her fuck herself in front of her like an exhibitionist? Oh, fuck.
“Get over here.”
Gladly.