okie so, these cupcakes, @ficsasfood @imdenkiyeet, were asking for some kirideku & i also need more kirideku!!

so i decided to continue this thread for all of us needing kirideku food!! https://twitter.com/rhinkphan/status/1218411508520095744

pls consider before reading:

nsfw / krdk / krbkdk / bkdk / sadomasochism / bdsm elements / degradation / crying
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it had been a couple of weeks since kirishima had walked in on bakugou & midoriya in that.. state.

he apologized to the point that even midoriya told him that he was being too hard on himself. it was an accident.

kirishima still felt bad, because it wasn't an accident that he kept imagining midoriya as he was, seated on his best friend's cock.

freckled skin littered in bruises & bite marks, ass cheeks red, eyes shiny with tears, hands bound behind him..

more than once kirishima had brought himself off to the thought of midoriya like that for him.

it made him feel bad because midoriya wasn't his to dream about & he knew that though they weren't official, midoriya & bakugou were becoming closer. (though they were pretty damn close when he walked in on them.)

when he'd apologized to bakugou, his friend could tell he had questions.

"c'mon, stop fucking around & just ask," bakugou had rolled his eyes.

after a bit of hesitation, kirishima decided if bakugou was gonna give him the chance..

"so, uh, mido likes it, um, rough?" bakugou smirked in reply but wasn't cocky when he answered. he laid it out bluntly:

"deku finds pleasure in the pain & gets off on being degraded. simple as that. he's in control & can stop it anytime he wants with the safe word."

kirishima nodded in understanding, lost in his thoughts, until bakugou huffed out a laugh.

"you're doing a shitty job hiding that boner. is mr. sunshine thinking about being mean to little deku?"

kirishima stuttered another apology, afraid bakugou would be royally pissed.

"you don't have a mean bone in your body, kirishima. one reason deku came to me because he knows that i won't put on a shitty act."

oh fuck.. midoriya /sought out/ bakugou?! kirishima felt as though he could explode, imagining sweet & (previously thought to be) innocent midoriya, with his pretty eyes & plump pouty lips, begging bakugou to be mean to him..

"-if you can prove yourself, i'll talk to deku about letting you in on a session."

"..w-what?!"

"oi, weren't you fucking listening? i SAID that if you can show us you have the ability to play the role deku needs,

i'll see if he'd be open inviting you to the bedroom. isn't that what you want?"

kirishima was pretty sure that bakugou exploded his head off & he was dead. there's no way he was serious, though kirishima would've liked him to be..

"y-yeah, i mean, if that's- only if-"

"we gotta know you're serious. this is more than a sexual thing for him.. it's a form of stress release. you gotta be able to roll with what's going on. he'll do shit like beg to smacked around & then cry & call you mean,

& you have to be comfortable enough with it to do it & commit or speak up & safe word if you don't like it."

despite the millions of thoughits swirling in his head & going straight to his cock, kirishima had to smile, "you care a lot about him, don't you."

bakugou turned pink & flipped his head around so kirishima couldn't see him. "fuck off. we're doing this in our own fashion & everyone else can piss off.." the words had come with no heat.

"..& deku thinks your cute, okay? you're my best friend & i wouldn't trust anyone else with this."

yeah, kirishima had definitely died.

that's how kirishima found himself in his current situation.

he'd been slowly but steadily being more rough with midoriya. not necessarily where other classmates could see or hear, but where bakugou could size him up.

he could do it. he could commit to the roll.

it didn't mean he didn't feel bad after every shoulder check, extra rough sparring session, or cutting comment he'd made.

but hopefully the payoff would be worth it.

kirishima had almost given up, almost broken & just apologized (for the millionth time) to midoriya & beg him for forgiveness, when he checks his messages after a lifting session with tetsu.

bakubro : deku's in. come to my room after curfew tomorrow night. we'll talk then.

kirishima nearly dropped his phone. he was getting a chance with midoriya. he just hoped he could make midoriya happy.

[tbc!!]

the next night came fast & kirishima was sweating & trying to calm his breathing. he didn't even get to open the door, because bakugou swung it open for him.

"'bout time. wondered if you were gonna stand there all night."

"right, sorry bro!" kirishima felt his stomach twist hotly, in nervousness & excitement. he entered bakugou's room to see midoriya sitting amongst the sheets, dressed in a simple pair of shorts & a long sleeved top.

"h-hi," kirishima waved at him.

midoriya gave him a pretty smile in return. "hey kiri! we're happy to have you here!"

the sweetness in his voice made kirishima feel more at ease & he sat down on the bed, a respectful distance away from midoriya.

"alright, here's the deal. you & deku can do whatever you wanna do. i'll be watching from the side to make sure things go smoothly. green for good, yellow for slow down, red means stop for a check in, & the safe word for a complete stop in the scene slash an 'I'm uncomfortable'

call out is smallmight. any questions?"

kirishima took in the info with flushed cheeks. it was laid out straight forward, so he shook his head no.

"way to take any fun out of it, kacchan," midoriya pouted slightly.

"shut the hell up unless you want me to bend you over my knee & beat your ass until you can't sit for a week, " bakugou responded to the sass. kirishima was almost shocked at the boldness of such a statement.

all midoriya did was giggle with a wink, "don't threaten me with a good time."

bakugou rolled his eyes. "have fun with him, shitty hair. he's been a brat today." with that bakugou flopped down in a beanbag across from the bed,

pulling out his phone while he let the two play around in his bed.

"one last thing. neither of you better get any spunk on my pillows or you're both dead."

midoriya rolled his eyes this time, turning to kirishima. "ignore him."

"i, um, don't really.." kirishima trailed off, running his sweaty hands in the sheets, "..know how to.. start?"

midoriya //crawled// to him, pulling his hands from the fabric. kirishima swallowed hard.

"it'll be okay, kiri! just start with kissing me, yeah?"

"ah, okay, if you say so," kirishima held midoriya's hands in his while leaning in. he met the other's lips softly, breaking it off at more of a peck & less of a kiss.

"that was nice, kiri. come back, i want more please," midoriya whispered.

unable to resist, kirishima leaned in again. this time midoriya maneuvered them so he was practically in kiri's lap. he broke the kiss only to drive in again.

midoriya took advantage of the little gasp kirishima gave & snuck his tongue inside.

something about that broke kirishima's hesitation. he suddenly leaned heavily into the kiss, pulling midoriya close & taking charge.

the way midoriya sighed across his tongue was so good. he loved the little but deadly hands wrapped in the fabric of his tank top. his own hands

kneading at midoriya's waist.

midoriya let go of the tank to pull at kiri's hands, leading them to his mess of pretty curls. kirishima let his hands gently play with them while the two kissed.

eventually midoriya pulled off with a pop, whispering into kirishima's ear with a cheeky lick, "pull it."

[tbc!!]

kirishima pulled softly at first, just a tug, to feel it out. midoriya let out a happy hum.

"c'mon, shitty hair. he said pull it, not pet it." bakugou piped up from the beanbag.

kirishima looked up, red eyes meeting. he could see that his friend still had his phone out, but his jeans are unzipped & unbuttoned, hand resting over where his cock was still covered.

midoriya made a wanton noise, pulling kirishima's attention back to him.

"feels good. you can pull it more. please, kiri."

something inside kirishima snapped. he had bakugou watching, evaluating him, & midoriya in his lap, expecting to be pleased.

he couldn't let either of them down.

midoriya gasped at the change in demeanor. suddenly kirishima looked at him with colder eyes, his fists clenching /hard/ in the curls & pulling.

the sting & burn in his scalp pulled a moan out of midoriya's throat, his hips rutting into kiri's.

bakugou let out a low whistle & a quiet, "there you go, buddy."

kirishima pulled harder, causing midoriya's head to fall back, neck taut. kirishima nipped the skin, leaving red marks behind.

"is that what you want, midoriya? needy bitch," kirishima rasped cooly.

"ah, yes, yes!"

kirishima felt confident with their reactions. he continued to hold midoriya by his hair, sucking marks into his neck.

he let go of the curls, resisting the urge to rub the sting from his scalp. his cock was steadily hardening, especially when he realized the shine of lust in green eyes accompanied by midoriya's own hard on.

kirishima pushed midoriya from him & handled him roughly, pulling his clothes off until he was naked on his knees in the sheets.

the body in front of his seemed to be begging for his marks. another rough pull of hair to bring midoriya close to him,

& then he sunk sharp teeth into a freckled shoulder & bit down.

"ahh!" midoriya made a pained sound, sucking a breath through his teeth.

"weak. can't even take a little bite," kirishima taunted.

"p-please," midoriya whimpered.

kirishima let him have it. pinches & scratches to skin, harsh words, continuous smacks to his freckled skin (though he stayed away from midoriya's face.)

all the while, midoriya simultaneously begged for more & pleaded for him to stop.

kirishima forgot bakugou was watching them from across the room, only focused on the painslut in front of him.

he wondered how much else it would take for the real tears to start.

apparently not much more, because a well placed flick to the head of midoriya's wet cock & a whisper of "pathetic" brought the first line down his pink cheeks.

"m-mean," midoriya sniffled, "just like kacchan."

"i'll show you mean." in a flash, kiri stripped to his briefs, stretched obscenely in the front from his swollen cock, wet spot prominent.

with a handful of curls, kirishima pushed midoriya's face into his briefs.

"you're gonna suck me all the way down. i don't care if i have to hold you down & make you take it."

he could feel the tears wetting his briefs further, but kirishima could also hear midoriya panting & whining, kissing what he could reach.

"pretty little cocksucker, aren't you," kirishima cooed cruelly, pulling the elastic band under his balls & letting his cock spring out.

watery eyes met his, & kirishima thought to ask, quietly, how he was. the little "green" in return made him feel good.

"open wide," was the only warning before kirishima crammed his cock in midoriya's mouth. he enjoyed the way he sobbed & choked around him.

"god, fuck, make him hold it, kirishima," bakugou moaned from his place across the room.

kirishima snapped his head up to see bakugou watching them closely, his cheeks colored, cock in hand as he stroked slowly.

kirishima smirked down at midoriya.

"bet you like being used like a fuck toy in front of your man, don't you? so desperate for cock you'll take anything."

he received a whimper & another trail of tears. kirishima grabbed his wrists & held them in one hand, holding the back of his head in the other, pushing as much of his cock down midoriya's throat as he could.

he held it for a few seconds longer than what should be comfortable, but too long in case midoriya needed to say a color.

midoriya still sucked in lungfulls of air when kirishima pulled off, pained whines falling from red, swollen lips.

cw: spit

kirishima grabbed his jaw, squeezing hard until midoriya's mouth fell open wide. he took the opportunity to spit in midoriya's mouth before shoving him back, a hard slap falling on a freckled thigh.

"turn over, bitch. on your knees for me."

[tbc!!]

kirishima must've thought midoriya was taking too long, because he reached out & flipped him on his front.

midoriya quickly scrambled up on his knees. as he was trying to balance on his elbows, kirishima's huge hand pushed roughly between his shoulder blades.

"ah-ah, i said knees. i know you're not that stupid." midoriya sniffled & kept his chest down to the sheets.

kirishima smacked his ass, appreciating the jiggling flesh & the whimper he was awarded.

"there you go, what a good slut. bakugou has you trained pretty well."

kirishima spent a good amount of time spanking his ass & thighs, occasionally squeezing midoriya's leaking cock & swollen balls, mean words permeating the air between them.

midoriya heard kirishima spit on his fingers before he felt a rough digit at his asshole.

"3 seconds to tell me where lube is or i'm going in dry."

cw: spit

"top d-drawer!" midoriya groaned. he didn't anticipate kiri spitting over his hole instead of immediately leaning over for the drawer & the action caused a little bubble of pre to leak from his cock.

kacchan never spit on him. he swapped spit in kisses & used their spit as lube or an agent to warm or cool parts of his skin. but he never spit on him like was worthless.

it was so hot. he could probably cum from kirishima spitting on him & calling him names.

kirishima leaned over & found the bottle of lube in bakugou's drawer. even with slicked up fingers, he wasn't gentle (though he did take care to make sure he didn't make midoriya bleed.)

two fingers turned to three then four, paired with his other hand abusing midoriya's cheeks with rough grabs & smacks.

"p-please, kirishima. in-inside, inside," midoriya cried, literally cried for him. kirishima gripped his cock tight to keep from cumming.

kirishima teased, barely pressing his cock in before pulling it out. right before midoriya was about to break & push back on his cock, he pushed the whole thing in, holding midoriya's ass to his pelvis.

"that's it, take my cock like a good little bitch," he grunted. his pace was punishing, pulling back & roughly humping forward, letting his hips smacksmacksmack into midoriya's bruised ass the entire time.

kirishima pulled his hair, held his arms tight, & even laid a few more bites along the flushed, freckled skin under him.

"listen to your slut sing for me, bakugou," he taunted.

midoriya cried out again, begging kirishima to let him cum.

"yeah, you're gonna cum like a good bitch & take my load, aren't you?"

"ah- yes! I'm-" midoriya lost it, cumming when kirishima slicked a hand over his cock. almost immediately he could hear rather than feel kirishima's cumming into him.

a raw growl ripped from his throat as kirishima ground hard into midoriya, willing him to take all his spend.

a little moan amongst the panting from the two in the sheets indicated that bakugou had cum as well.

kirishima pulled out carefully & collapsed next to midoriya. before he could even saw anything, midoriya rolled to him, planting every inch of his face in kisses.

he should probably be making sure midoriya was okay after such a scene, but he had to admit this was nice. midoriya was kissing him, whispering nice praises & running his hands through kiri's hair.

"you did so good. you were perfect. thank you, kiri."

"are you-"

"shh, i'm just fine. kacchan will help take care of me, but let us take care of you, okay?"

kirishima could feel his eyes closing, an exhausting but satisfied tired creeping over him.

"thanks bros, you're the best."

[end]