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Eijirou is sulking at him right now. He knows it’s his fault.
It’s just— he knows how cute Kirishima can get when he pushes his buttons. When he’s mean. When he teases.
Bakugou fiddles with the radio, it crackles obnoxiously and he can see Kirishima peeking out of the side of his vision at him.
He hides his smile behind a cough.
“Eijirou.”
They come to a stop at a red light, just one more left turn before they’re home. Kirishima pretends he can’t hear him. He’s scrolling on the weather app though. Pouting.
So fucking cute.
“Baby, look at me.” Kirishima huffs beside him and angles his knees further to the door. It looks so silly, Kirishima is not a small man.
Bakugou pulls his hand from the gearstick and pokes Kirishima’s thigh just once.
The redhead’s eyes snap to him.
You would’ve thought Bakugou killed someone the way Eijirou tries to bite his head off.
“Seriously? You’re—“
“What?” Bakugou says incredulously. Cocky. Like he isn’t the reason Eijirou is about to burst a blood vessel.
“Don’t touch me right now. I will kill you, Katsuki.”
He can do that. Keep his hands to himself.
He makes the left turn and comes to a stop right outside their apartment building.
A beat of silence. Then.
“So you don’t want me to touch you?”
Kirishima unbuckles his own seatbelt and storms into the apartment.
See, Bakugou hadn’t meant for it to go this far. Initially. Just flirty words in the wrong places. Where they couldn’t do anything about it.
Flirty words turned filthy.
Then came the touches, barely there at first— just a light hand on the small of his back, a kiss on the cheek.
They caught each other in the hallway of the agency, Kirishima on edge and antsy. He watched Katsuki with his eyes narrowed and lips pursed. Katsuki almost broke then— almost tugged him to the bathroom and fucked his stupid, cute boyfriend silly.
Almost.
Kirishima’s final straw was coming into Katsuki’s office for…paperwork. Katsuki dragged him to his desk, made him bend over it and pressed his cock right up against the swell of his ass. Just to make him feel it.
Eijirou kept looking at him with these sweet, pleading eyes. Begged Katsuki to do something— anything. To touch him and keep his promises.
Bakugou turned him back around, placed the paperwork in his hand and sent him on his merry way.
So yeah, he knows it’s his fault and he feels bad— but, he wants to make it up to his baby.
Katsuki shuts the engine off and makes his way inside.
“Ei, baby?”
No response. Katsuki is ready to grovel, get on his hands and knees and beg for forgiveness if he has to. The bedroom door cracks open.
Katsuki grins.
Kirishima is grumbling to himself and fighting with the buttons on his jeans, already shirtless— his zipper catches on the way down and he sighs exasperated and runs a hand through mussed hair.
He must be so desperate.
Katsuki slithers into the room and notices it then, the open drawer with all their…toys in it— the satisfyer tossed haphazardly on the bed and a small bottle of lube.
He can't wait to get his cock in him, feel how desperate he’s made him.
“—upid zipper, ‘m gonna throw those fucking pants away.”
Eijirou finally shucks his jeans off and kicks them to the foot of the wardrobe, completely ignoring his boyfriend— his very cruel and evil boyfriend might he add and shuffles around for a moment before reaching back into the drawer for his favourite dildo.
“Okay, I get it.” Kirishima shoots him a mean look over his shoulder.
“Get what?”
“That you’re mad,” Kirishima peels his boxers off— they’re sticky with slick and hug his cunt on the way down. He’s so wet, he always is.
“Really?” Kirishima starts, arms crossed and spins on his heel. “What gave it away?” Katsuki fights the urge to coo at him. It’s hard, but he knows it’ll piss Eijirou off even more right now.
Katsuki snakes closer, tight— crowds him right up against their dresser and Eijirou is stiff as a board against him— still on edge and Katsuki feels bad, he made him like this— angry with want. “Relax for me, sweetheart.”
He watches Kirishima scoff, fight with himself, tiny eyebrows furrowing, the points of his teeth digging into his bottom lip. His arms loosen a tad, just that little bit more to let Katsuki in closer.
Eijirou leans into him, just an inch. “It’s just me.” Katsuki croons, all syrupy.
He breaks. “You’re a dick, and you made me— I waited for you all day,” Kirishima nudges against him, pushing at his chest.
“Seriously, what is your problem Katsuki?” He whines out. He may as well stomp his foot too, Katsuki thinks. “I don’t even— I was so—I went to the bathroom to jerk off and then you bend me over your fucking desk?”
Fuck. Katsuki groans and drops his head forward, catching Kirishima’s shoulder with his forehead. He was so pent up that— fuck.
Katsuki’s cock jumps against his thigh at the thought of Kirishima finger fucking himself desperately, a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans— frustrated and feverish with want and coming, moaning low and trembling, swearing at Katsuki under his breath.
He lets out a wounded sound and drags his hands to Eijirou’s hips— lets them rest there, digging his thumbs in when he relaxes against him a little more. “You needed it that bad?”
He circles his thumbs into Eijirou’s hipbones and presses even harder.
“You’re so—” His brows pinch and it makes Katsuki want to bite his cheek. “Get off me.”
See, he knows his baby, so when he pulls away, ever so slightly, creating a few centimetres of distance— Kirishima twitches into him like he can’t help himself.
Katsuki hums, pleased and pulls back in— hands coming to smooth over Eijirou’s sides, thumbs stroking over his waist.
“Eijirou,” He says, dragging out every syllable. His hand floats up to grab Kirishima’s chin “You’re so cute, you know?”
His boyfriend doesn’t move, just glares, and it’s so precious.
“Kat— No, don’t touch me.” He frowns at Katsuki— juts his bottom lip out too but his hips rock forward, slotting right against Katsuki’s and catching on his jeans. The drag of denim on his cunt makes his breath hitch and stutter.
Katsuki coos, drags his hand down to cup the skin of Eijirou’s ass and squeezes hard. So hard that he can hear Kirishima’s pussy wink open and slick dribble out of his hole.
“Say it again, tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”
His hand goes to Kirishima’s throat, firm and possessive– holding him in place. He squeezes once, just because he can, but that’s not what he’s doing this for. He’s just..reminding Eijirou what mean really is– what it can be.
He feels Eijirou’s throat bob under his hand. He makes no move to speak.
“‘S what I thought.”
Big eyes meet his, looking up at him through pretty lashes and Katsuki can’t resist any longer. He wants to fuck Kirishima until those eyes fill with tears and spill over onto his cheeks.
“Give me a kiss.” Katsuki demands.
“No.”
“You still mad?”
“Yes, I am.” Katsuki gives his ass another squeeze and Kirishima groans under his breath.
“Doesn’t sound like it.”
“C’mon sweetheart,” He tightens his hand on Kirishima’s throat again, moves his thumb over his plush bottom lip and wets his own.
He needs Kirishima’s mouth on his own, feels like he might go insane without it– and he gets it even more now, why his baby is so upset.
His thumb catches a point of his teeth and he hooks it behind the bottom row– pressing his tongue down.
“Kiss me.” Katsuki breathes.
Kirishima surges forward, and he pulls his thumb out, slotting their mouths together hungry and needy. The drag of their tongues is filthy and Kirishima mewls into him, pushing closer– finally reaching up to hold Katsuki’s wrist where it sits just on his collarbone.
Their mouths part and Kirishima chases him forward, catching their lips together again– it’s sloppy and so desperate– the sound of their mouths parting and joining has his cock leaking in his boxers.
Eijirou’s mouth is so warm and soft and he keeps making these little noises like he’s going to cry.
Katsuki is so fucking hard.
He brings a searing palm down on Kirishima’s ass and he gasps and whines into his mouth. So desperate, so cute. “I was so mean to you, huh?” Kirishima nods, eyes big and watery– he’s breathless.
Katsuki can be sweet. He can be nice.
“Let me make it up to you, baby.” He peppers kisses across his jaw, up to his ear and sucks the lobe into his mouth.
“Kat— please. You have to— touch me, please?” Katsuki hums into his neck, where his mouth trails soft pecks down and sinks his teeth right where his pulse thuds against his skin. Kirishima’s legs buckle and he cries out.
He runs a hand down Eijirou’s back, smoothing up and down, pinky resting in the crack of his ass before trailing it further down all the way to his pussy.
It’s soaking wet and he can feel it flutter around the tips of his fingers when he drags them across his entrance.
Kirishima shudders against him and rocks his hips down, carelessly dragging his cunt down the front of Bakugou’s jeans again. He folds over, head knocking onto Bakugou’s shoulder and whines– really whines, pleading in his ear for relief.
There’s only one thing Katsuki can do.
His hand trails to the front of Kirishima’s pussy and he dips two fingers right in. The slide is so smooth and they both groan. His pussy sounds obscene– it’s so wet, Bakugou thinks he could probably fit his cock right alongside his fingers and still have room.
“How much did you play with this cunt earlier, hm?” He spreads his fingers and Kirishima gasps into his shoulder, inching his legs wider.
“Four– shit, “ He plunges his fingers deep, fucking them in careless. No wonder– Kirishima had fucked himself wide open, no wonder he was this needy. “It was four, Katsuki please,” he keens.
Kirishima grinds down onto his fingers as he fucks them up, “I– I need more.”
Katsuki is still reeling but he pulls his slick covered fingers out, brings three together, shapes them into a ‘v’ and fucks them back in, steady and precise. And yeah– yeah that’s tighter, he can feel Kirishima clench around him– feel his cunt flutter and wink.
It’s all a little too much for Katsuki– God– his baby is so cute. “C’mere.” Katsuki brings a tight fist to the back of Kirishima’s head and slots their mouths together, sucking his tongue into his mouth– fingers speeding up and pistoning into his wet cunt.
The sound of his soaked hole fills the room, Katuski’s hand is coated.
Kirishima shakes for him, whimpers and writhes in his hold– he bullies his pinky in, right next to his other thick fingers– keeps spreading him open and hooking his fingers right where he needs to.
“‘M gonna– oh please,” He mewls against Katsuki’s mouth “Fuck– I’m coming.”
He crumples in Katsuki’s arms as he gets fucked all the way through his orgasm– it’s almost tortuous how Katsuki wont let up, keeps his hand rocking steady into him, keeps mouthing at the side of his neck and jaw and eventually coming up to pepper kisses all over his face– hand slowing and pulling out.
He brings his hand up to Kirishima’s mouth and pushes his fingers past his lips, to rest on his tongue– they swirl immediately, cleaning his fingers off. Filthy.
Kirishima whines all drawn-out as slick pours out of him, pussy clenching at the loss– he pulls his fingers out of his mouth.
Kirishima had been so needy for him, so good– his own cock is throbbing, tenting obscenely in his jeans.
He unzips and frees himself, it’s angry, swollen and dripping.
And it might be selfish– it is selfish but he needs to be buried in that cunt.
Katsuki is gonna fuck him just like this, against the dresser.
He flips Eijirou around who groans weakly and bends him over the dresser– just like he had him over his desk.
He holds Kirishima open with a big hand and slides home, feeding his cock all the way in until his hips sit flush against Eijirou’s ass.
Kirishima scrambles, and whines all thready and needy. It sounds so sweet and Katuski has to pinch the base of his dick.
“You have to– move, now.” Kirishima rasps into his arm, thick– broken.
Katsuki grins, “Ask me nicely,”
Kirishima tries fucking himself back, to get him to move– Bakugou brings a palm down with quickness.
He cries out.
“Ask me.”
“No.” It’s such a sweet little cry, Katsuki almost feels guilty.
His palm slams down again and Kirishima wails, and falls apart.
“You’re so mean– please–” He hiccups out like a little bunny. “Fuck me.”
God, his ass is so red and pretty, Katsuki smooths his hand over the skin and shushes him. “You’re so cute, you know that, Red?” Kirishima sniffles and looks over his shoulder. Katsuki is promptly punched in the gut.
Kirishima looks so– he has tears in his big round eyes, lips bitten, swollen and wobbling, his brows are pinched– he looks so fucked out.
Katsuki pulls out and fucks back in, Kirishima’s eyes roll back and his mouth drops open.
He can be sweet, so sweet.
His hips draw back and piston in, fucking into Eijirou– pressing a hand on his back, really fucking him, hard– the sound of skin slapping– the velvet drag of Kirishima’s pussy around him, squeezing him, hugging him.
Fuck, Katsuki wants to feel him shake apart for him, right on his cock– come and cry and whine about it too. Kirishima does whine then, loud and unabashedly. Hips bruising against the dresser as Katsuki fucks hard behind him.
Kirishima fucks him back– back bowing prettily, arching and wriggling. He’s chasing his own release and Katsuki can’t help it– he really can’t, his baby is just so good for him. He wraps a tight hand in the back of Kirishima’s head again, like his hand belongs there and pulls him up by his hair– keeps fucking him like this, spearing him over and over again on his dick.
“Oh!” Yeah, oh. He clenches around him, Katsuki can feel every muscle contract and pull and suck him in deeper. Deep and wet, his cunt squelches and spurts for him.
His back is bowed tight, he can barely fuck back the way Katsuki has him, tight and close— hips snapping— punching. Kirishima can barely breathe. It’s all too much.
Every thrust he hiccups something cute, groans and mewls. God, Katsuki is crazy about him and feels so bad for torturing him— for making him so needy. But that needy cunt dribbles for him— gushes all over Katsuki’s dick, pushes him out and soaks his stomach and thighs.
Kirishima’s crying and shaking apart just like he wanted him to. Grabbing at him— reaching behind and feeding his cock right back into his sloppy hole and he must’ve been so needy because he’s fucking himself— so desperate, hurtling back over the edge.
Katsuki grabs back at him, holds his hips and grunts— forehead touching spine.
He’s gonna blow his load, come inside and watch it drip out too. His gut tightens.
He’s crying, it’s such a cute noise— it makes Katsuki mad, he fucks in harder just to hear it wobble and hitch. “I’m— again—“ he sobs.
His cunt pulses and gushes again like he said it would, he can feel it.
The coil snaps and Katsuki’s cock erupts, come lashing in and on Kirishima’s dripping cunt. Sticky and heavy— he groans through it and makes sure that Kirishima doesn’t topple over.
It’s so messy.
Katsuki thinks this might be apology enough. Trails kisses down his spine, plants them back up all the way to his crown and to the side of his face over his tear tracks. Mumbles how sorry he is and that he’ll be much nicer. Sweeter from now on.
He pulls them onto the bed and kicks the toys off too.
“So perfect, baby. Knew you could take it for me,” He hums. “You’re my pretty boy, aren’t you?” Kirishima nods into his side, limp and sleepy. So soft.
Maybe he is quite sweet after all.