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University freshman Kiri knows he doesn’t stand a chance with his hot blond senior RA but that doesn’t stop him from thirsting after Bakugou like the desperate virgin he is https://twitter.com/kiricak3s/status/1264223745125822464
And Bakugou is extremely aware of his affect on Kirishima. Mostly because Kirishima very obviously loiters in the dorm’s front lobby in the mornings around the same time Bakugou comes in from his morning runs.
And Bakugou maybe leans into it a little.
And Bakugou maybe leans into it a little.
Stopping to make small talk with Kiri and askIng him how his first year is going as he pulls his shirt over his head to wipe his face. Abs clenching under Kirishima’s hungry gaze.
After each of their encounters Kirishima runs back up to his room to lay and pant in his bed imagining Bakugou on top of him, inside of him, touching Kiri in places that have only ever been touched by him.
Afterwards he’ll feel ashamed and embarrassed at his lack of self-control
Afterwards he’ll feel ashamed and embarrassed at his lack of self-control
When he runs into Bakugou in the halls and on campus he’ll stutter and blush and that’s how Bakugou knows he’s inexperienced. He absolutely reeks of it and as a bit of an expert himself, Bakugou decides it’s his duty as Kirishima’s senior to help him out.
Bakugou is the last person Kirishima expects to see when he opens his door. Smirking with a clipboard in his hands claiming he’s been chosen for a surprise room inspection. The only incriminating thing in Kiri’s room is the tissue box and lotion sitting on top of his nightstand.
A sight that was common in Bakugou’s middle school bedroom, less so after he’d gotten his dick wet the first time.
Even though the whole inspection is a ruse, Bakugou takes the opportunity to dig around Kirishima’s belongings, loving how the redhead stammers and over explains each time Bakugou focuses on something even the least bit embarrassing.
But nothing he inspects gets a bigger reaction than when Bakugou reaches for the bottom drawer of his dresser.
“Not that one!”
And if Bakugou had thought his face was red before it was nothing compared to the way it was then.
“Not that one!”
And if Bakugou had thought his face was red before it was nothing compared to the way it was then.
“Oh?”
Bakugou’s already pulling the drawer open, ignoring Kirishima’s sharp intake of breath. And when he peeks inside he immediately knows why.
The virgin has a sex drawer. A small one, but a sex drawer just the same.
Bakugou’s already pulling the drawer open, ignoring Kirishima’s sharp intake of breath. And when he peeks inside he immediately knows why.
The virgin has a sex drawer. A small one, but a sex drawer just the same.
Bakugou knows he could move on and not say anything, but where’s the fun in that? Plus, it’s almost too perfect. As though the gods saw his plans and were giving him their full support, which is why he feels fully justified in taking the drawer out completely and dumping
its entire contents onto Kiri’s bed with a “what the fuck”
He idly picks up the mango passion lube from the meager collection of toys on Kiri’s bed. Flicking his eyes towards a fidgeting Kiri when he pops the top.
“It’s half empty,” he comments, bringing it up to his nose.
He idly picks up the mango passion lube from the meager collection of toys on Kiri’s bed. Flicking his eyes towards a fidgeting Kiri when he pops the top.
“It’s half empty,” he comments, bringing it up to his nose.
“Smells nice.” As though he were discussing fresh baked cookies and not water based lubricant.
Kirishima can only stare, mouth open, as Bakugou squeezes a little onto his fingers before unceremoniously slipping his hand past the waistband of his sweats to wrap around his cock.
Kirishima can only stare, mouth open, as Bakugou squeezes a little onto his fingers before unceremoniously slipping his hand past the waistband of his sweats to wrap around his cock.
“You don’t mind if I try it out do you?” He asks.
Kirishima stands frozen, transfixed by the sight of Bakugou’s fist moving beneath the fabric. That, and the very obvious tent in Kiri’s pants leads him to answer his own question.
“No, it doesn’t seem like you do.”
Kirishima stands frozen, transfixed by the sight of Bakugou’s fist moving beneath the fabric. That, and the very obvious tent in Kiri’s pants leads him to answer his own question.
“No, it doesn’t seem like you do.”
He wonders if Kiri’s even aware of the fact that he’s already licking his lips like he’s a dog and Bakugou’s cock is the treat. But maybe that’s not far from the truth.
Tucking the waist of his pants underneath his balls he watches Kiri’s eyes widen and dart back up to meet red eyes narrowed in challenge. “D’you want it?”
He expected the kid to be nervous, maybe a little shocked.
He expected the kid to be nervous, maybe a little shocked.
But he doesn’t expect him to unbutton his jeans and push them down until they’re pooled around his feet. He steps out of them calmly and for the first time that night, it’s Bakugou that stands frozen when Kirishima moves towards him.
“I want it.”
“I want it.”
~~
Kirishima was pretty sure he was having a nightmare when Bakugou first reached for the handle of his stupid drawer. But once Bakugou shoved his hand into his pants, he realized it was, in fact, the best dream he’d ever had.
Kirishima was pretty sure he was having a nightmare when Bakugou first reached for the handle of his stupid drawer. But once Bakugou shoved his hand into his pants, he realized it was, in fact, the best dream he’d ever had.
He’d never lucid dreamed before but it was the only thing that made sense.
When Dream Bakugou had picked up Kiri’s lube, all he’d wanted was for his RA to put it to use, fist his cock the way Kiri would when he was imagining Bakugou was there.
When Dream Bakugou had picked up Kiri’s lube, all he’d wanted was for his RA to put it to use, fist his cock the way Kiri would when he was imagining Bakugou was there.
What other explanation could there be for the bizarre sequence of events that followed?
/D’you want it?/
Damn right he wanted it! This moment with Bakugou, perfectly crafted by his brain, was Kiri’s one chance to be with him without fear of his inexperience getting in the way.
/D’you want it?/
Damn right he wanted it! This moment with Bakugou, perfectly crafted by his brain, was Kiri’s one chance to be with him without fear of his inexperience getting in the way.
But his newfound confidence is short-lived.
When his toe catches in his jeans, sending him stumbling awkwardly to the side before he steadies himself on his desk, it becomes abundantly clear his dream/nightmare hybrid is actually good old fashioned reality.
When his toe catches in his jeans, sending him stumbling awkwardly to the side before he steadies himself on his desk, it becomes abundantly clear his dream/nightmare hybrid is actually good old fashioned reality.
Which on one hand means Bakugou is really standing in his room stroking himself in front of Kiri, but also means Kiri almost just ate it in front of him and the chances are high that he embarrasses himself by saying something stupid or coming impossibly fast. Maybe both
Kiri peeks at Bakugou after he regains his footing and his RA is smiling at him the way he always did-like Kiri was something fun to play with. Is that what he’s doing? Is he toying with Kirishima for his own entertainment?
Deep down Kiri wants to be offended, but as it stands he’d like nothing more than to see how far Bakugou is willing to go in this game.
Bakugou rolls his eyes taking his hand out of his pants-much to Kiri’s disappointment-to gesture Kiri to come closer.
“C’mere, shitty hair.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes taking his hand out of his pants-much to Kiri’s disappointment-to gesture Kiri to come closer.
“C’mere, shitty hair.”
Kiri shouldn’t like the nickname as much as he does.
When he’s within reach, Bakugou wraps his hand around the back of Kiri’s neck to pull him the rest of the way. The heady mixture of his proximity combined with the fact that the hand on his neck is the same one that had been in his pants just a moment before makes Kiri tremble.
Bakugou takes his mouth with no warning, though his kiss is soft at first, just their lips moving together until he’s licking at the seam of Kiri’s lips demanding to be let in before sliding his tongue roughly into his mouth.
And Kiri’s reeling.
And Kiri’s reeling.
He’s been kissed before. He’s not /that/ much of a virgin, but it’s never been like this. His whole world narrowing to just Bakugou, his lips, his taste. Kiri doesn’t even notice he’s moaning into his mouth, but it feels so good.
So good he steps closer only vaguely recognizing he’s wearing nothing but his shirt and briefs until Bakugou’s cupping him through the fabric, pressing a finger to the wet spot over his tip and Kiri’s wrenching his head back to cry his name.
“You’ve never done this before,” Bakugou says softly, trailing his lips along Kiri’s neck as his other hand travels down his side to rest on his hip. “You’re dripping from just a kiss. What will you do when I’m actually inside you?”
Kirishima doesn’t respond. Can’t respond.
Kirishima doesn’t respond. Can’t respond.
His brain can’t compute the words when all of his blood has gone straight to his erection.
But it doesn’t matter because Bakugou’s already reaching a warm hand into his briefs to tightly fist his shaft and Kiri’s vision goes dark.
But it doesn’t matter because Bakugou’s already reaching a warm hand into his briefs to tightly fist his shaft and Kiri’s vision goes dark.
Hands closing around Bakugou’s biceps to keep him on his feet, mouth opening in a silent scream as his cock pulses, releasing thick ropes of cum into his briefs and Bakugou’s hand before he falls slack into Bakugou’s waiting arms.
“Holy shit, little virgin,” Bakugou laughs, wiping his cum covered hand off on Kiri’s shirt. “This is gonna be fun.”
~~
At Kirishima’s worried look, Bakugou works to tamp down his more deviant urges, instead running his fingers softly through Kiri’s hair as he subtly pushes him toward the bed.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he soothes as Kiri settles. “We’ll go slow, ok? I’ll make it good for you.”
At Kirishima’s worried look, Bakugou works to tamp down his more deviant urges, instead running his fingers softly through Kiri’s hair as he subtly pushes him toward the bed.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he soothes as Kiri settles. “We’ll go slow, ok? I’ll make it good for you.”
Bakugou can see Kiri becoming more at ease, his words working the way he intended them to...until Kirishima’s face scrunches as he pulls his hand out from beneath him to reveal a prostate massager.
Bakugou suddenly regrets his earlier decision to impulsively dump all his shit.
Bakugou suddenly regrets his earlier decision to impulsively dump all his shit.
Before Kiri can get all shy and closed off again, Bakugou crouches, snatching the toy from his hands and using a gentle finger under his chin to force Kiri to meet his eyes.
“I’m gonna use this,” holding up the massager, “to make you scream.”
“I’m gonna use this,” holding up the massager, “to make you scream.”
“Now,” Bakugou stands back up and pulls his shirt over his head, “take off your clothes shitty hair, so we can begin.”
Kiri doesn’t move for a while and Bakugou can see every thought running through his head before he shakily exhales, yanking his shirt off determinedly.
Kiri doesn’t move for a while and Bakugou can see every thought running through his head before he shakily exhales, yanking his shirt off determinedly.
“Good boy,” Bakugou murmurs, nodding his head in approval. He has a gut feeling Kirishima’s the type to go weak at a little praise and the way Kiri’s fists clench around his newly shed t-shirt tells Bakugou he was correct.
But he’s still sitting on the bed looking like he may bolt at any moment and his edginess is making Bakugou lose his hard on. All Bakugou wants is to be on top of him, making the freshman go hoarse from how loud he’s screaming his name.
But to get to where he wants to be he needs to make Kiri comfortable first, and he knows from experience the best way to get a virgin to relax is to make out like you’re 16 and your parents are due back at the house at any moment.
This time when he presses his lips against Kirishima’s, the redhead is quick to respond. His hands coming up to twine around Bakugou’s neck, fingers tangling in the soft blond curls at the nape of his neck.
Bakugou hums into his mouth as he pushes him onto his back on the bed. He’d honestly prefer to see Kirishima on top of him, but he knows that’s not going to happen, at least not at the start.
He wonders if he can make Kiri come again this way and lightly grinds his hips down, smiling to himself when hands tighten in his hair as Kiri cants his hips up to keep them connected.
Virgins. Always so easy.
Virgins. Always so easy.
And Bakugou can’t say he’s unaffected by the writhing freshman beneath him. Kirishima’s lips are soft and insistent against his and the little noises he makes each time Bakugou sucks on his tongue go straight to his rapidly hardening cock.
Bakugou hitches Kirishima’s leg up to wrap around his hip, increasing the friction between them as he gives in to the kiss completely. Kiri’s responsive and desperate in the way he moves, pushing up against him the way Bakugou imagines he would if they were actually fucking.
Kirishima’s movements pick up, breath escaping him in little hitches and sighs until Bakugou tears his lips away. He can’t help the extra roll of his hips when Kiri mewls at the loss.
The redhead’s lips are wet and swollen, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watches Bakugou move down on the bed until he’s nestled between Kiri’s thighs.
Bakugou sees the instant Kirishima realizes his intentions.
Bakugou sees the instant Kirishima realizes his intentions.
“No, no,”Kiri protests, shaking his head as Bakugou toys with the band of his briefs.
“No?” Bakugou cocks his head to the side. “Are you sure?” Keeping their eyes locked, Bakugou brings his head down until his lips are just barely grazing the outline of Kiri’s erection.
“No?” Bakugou cocks his head to the side. “Are you sure?” Keeping their eyes locked, Bakugou brings his head down until his lips are just barely grazing the outline of Kiri’s erection.
Above him, Kiri’s eyes clench shut at the sight.
“I don’t think you want me to stop,” Bakugou continues, watching Kiri’s cock twitch at his words. “Did you imagine this, little virgin? Me taking your little virgin cock into my mouth?”
“I don’t think you want me to stop,” Bakugou continues, watching Kiri’s cock twitch at his words. “Did you imagine this, little virgin? Me taking your little virgin cock into my mouth?”
When he doesn’t respond, Bakugou snaps, “Answer your senior when he asks you a question.”
“Yes,” he whispers, barely audible as he stares down at Bakugou, eyes wet and glossy.
“I thought so,” Bakugou smiles, absolutely certain now that he’s got him.
“Yes,” he whispers, barely audible as he stares down at Bakugou, eyes wet and glossy.
“I thought so,” Bakugou smiles, absolutely certain now that he’s got him.
Bakugou doesn’t allow him another opportunity to protest, pulling his briefs down until his cock springs free to slap lewdly against his stomach. “Tell me if this lives up to your imagination.”
And then he’s taking Kiri into his mouth, swallowing around him as Kirishima actually screams, back arching so far off the bed Bakugou has to lay a heavy palm on his chest to keep him still.
He hollows his cheeks as he moves upwards, sweeping his tongue over Kiri’s tip before sinking back down until his lips are pressed tight against trimmed black hair. And then he just holds, breathing through his nose as he lets his mouth and throat massage Kiri’s cock.
Loving the wrecked noises coming from above him.
When he feels Kirishima shudder beneath him he pulls off until only the tip remains in his mouth, taking the now spit-slicked shaft into his hand to begin fisting him as he reaches blindly for the lube he’d used earlier.
When he feels Kirishima shudder beneath him he pulls off until only the tip remains in his mouth, taking the now spit-slicked shaft into his hand to begin fisting him as he reaches blindly for the lube he’d used earlier.
Popping the cap open, he does his best with one hand, managing to gather enough onto his fingers even if he might’ve gotten a lot on the bed at the same time (not his problem).
When he presses the first finger against Kirishima’s hole, the virgin stiffens beneath him for only a second before he relaxes again too caught up in what Bakugou’s doing with his tongue to be bothered.
It’s hard to tell whether Kiri’s gasp is a result of Bakugou’s thick finger breaching him or the way he ups the suction of his mouth against his tip, but either way the rumbling moan that falls from Kirishima’s lips tells him there’s no problem.
Slowly working his finger into him, Bakugou can’t help the growl that leaves him when he feels Kiri squeeze around his finger, though it’s not as tight as he expected and Bakugou’s suddenly pulling off his cock.
“Little virgin,” he admonishes, voice full of mirth as he tries to keep from laughing. “Did you fuck yourself before I got here?”
Kirishima squeaks, covering his face with his hands to avoid meeting Bakugou’s amused gaze.
Kirishima squeaks, covering his face with his hands to avoid meeting Bakugou’s amused gaze.
“Look at me,” Bakugou orders, squeezing around his shaft for emphasis. “Tell me what you used. A toy or your fingers?”
He mumbles too low for Bakugou to hear.
He mumbles too low for Bakugou to hear.
Releasing his shaft altogether, Bakugou ignores the pained noise Kirishima makes, instead using his free hand to push Kiri’s thighs further apart and lift his hips higher.
“Tell me what you used,” he repeats, pushing a second finger in alongside the first.
“Tell me what you used,” he repeats, pushing a second finger in alongside the first.
Kirishima pants before he turns his head to look pointedly at the massager from earlier.
“Interesting.”
Bakugou speeds up the slide of his fingers, fucking Kiri with them as he thinks.
“Interesting.”
Bakugou speeds up the slide of his fingers, fucking Kiri with them as he thinks.
Initially, the idea of fucking him with the toy was hot. The redhead completely at his mercy as he abused his prostate and teased his little virgin cock until he was begging for Bakugou to fill him up.
But now?
Bakugou wants nothing more than to ruin all those toys for him.
But now?
Bakugou wants nothing more than to ruin all those toys for him.
He wants Kirishima to only be satisfied when it’s Bakugou’s cock giving him pleasure, Bakugou’s fingers stretching his hole.
Decided, he curls his fingers, simultaneously taking Kiri’s cock back into his hand to jerk him off in earnest. And the noise Kirishima makes when he does is pure sin—half moan, half whimper as he grits his teeth against Bakugou’s onslaught.
“Come, little virgin,” he commands, the tip of his finger dragging repeatedly over the spongy spot deep inside that has Kiri crying his name. “Come for me.”
Bakugou feels Kirishima’s orgasm around his fingers first, his ass spasming around them in a wave before his hips buck and he shouts a curse as he releases in Bakugou’s hand for the second time that day.
White streaks of cum erupting from his tip to paint his stomach and chest.
White streaks of cum erupting from his tip to paint his stomach and chest.
A few drops dribbling down to Bakugou’s fist as he continues stroking him through it, entranced by the way Kiri falls apart in his hands.
He keeps up his slow stroke until Kirishima bats his hand away, shaking and overstimulated as he pleads “no more”
He keeps up his slow stroke until Kirishima bats his hand away, shaking and overstimulated as he pleads “no more”
Easing his fingers out of Kiri’s ass, Bakugou ignores Kirishima’s begging and gives one last lick to his tip, grunting when the taste of him on his tongue combines with Kiri’s surprised yelp to have Bakugou rutting against the mattress.
He needs to be inside of him and soon.
He needs to be inside of him and soon.
