Bakugou gets invited to Deku and Ochako's wedding. It's whatever, mostly he goes for the free food and to watch Deku stumble over himself while trying to dance. He doesn't honestly care and will probably leave early.

And then he's seated at a table with a smiley red head.

Apparently, Kirishima was one of Deku's roommates in college. They became friends with Kirishima dragging Deku to all the rec sports teams Kirishima played on.

Bakugou wants to hate him, but the stupid idiot can't seem to catch on as he talks and jokes and is overly nice.

He sits with Bakugou when he says he isn't into dancing, so he doesn't have to sit alone. Bakugou rolls his eyes, tells him it's not an issue, but Kirishima just smiles and genuinely doesn't seem to mind.

And, honestly, Bakugou doesn't mind either. Kirishima is attractive.

Their conversation is easy. Kirishima even manages to get him to smile a few times, uncross his arms, lean in like he's really enjoying his company.

In the middle of the tables are dumb little wedding props. The happy couple decided to give everyone disposable cameras.

The guests can take pictures of the reception, give the newly Weds extra memories of the night from the guests perspective, blah blah blah. Cheesy shit. Bakugou hasn't touched his.

Kirishima takes his in hand and snaps a picture of Bakugou sitting next to him.

"Would it be bad if I kept this so I could have that picture?" Kirishima says with a smile, rolling the camera to prep it for another picture. "Remember how good you look right now?"

Bakugou snorts. "Could see how good I look every day if you just asked for my number instead."

Two more glasses of wine each and their flirting is slowly becoming heavy petting. Bakugou didn't plan to find someone to fuck at Deku's stupid wedding, but this is a nice little bonus he's not about to pass up.

Bakugou shoves a hand into the camera lenses of Kirishima's little camera, hearing it snap even as he pushes it away.

"Bet I could give you an even better picture." He says, slurring slightly as he grabs for his own disposable camera and then pulls Kirishima to his feet.

He drags him from the reception hall and down the hallway, passed the closest bathrooms, down a flight of stairs, and into the lower floor bathrooms not wanting to be interrupted.

Bakugou slams the bathroom stall closed, barely remembers to lock it, before dragging Kirishima in by his tie and kissing him hard.

There's nothing gentle about it. They're both a little too drunk and hot and the past two hours of flirting have made them needy.

They pull at each other's clothes, buttons popping open, ties hanging half open, jackets thrown uncaring on the ground.

Bakugou pushes Kirishima back to have him stumble, falling back against the toilet to look up at him, panting.

"Perfect," he smiles, snapping a picture.

Kirishima groans, sliding down from the toilet to his knees, fumbling quickly with the belt and zipper of Bakugou's slacks. It takes so long Bakugou almost helps out, but then a warm hand is wrapping around his cock and he lets out a loud moan when cold air hits heated skin.

There's is no hesitation as Kirishima wraps his lips around the head of Bakugou's cock. He slides his tongue over the top for just a few laps before Bakugou's hand curls in his hair, cupping the back, of his head, and pushes him down to take him further.

Kirishima gags before he can swallow it all, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes with his jaw stretched so wide.

Bakugou hisses, feels the tighting of Kirishima's throat around him. "Fuck, that's it, Kirishima...come here, look up for me."

His eyelashes flutter, slightly clumped together from his tears, as he obeys and looks up at Bakugou, still choking on the fat cock in his mouth.

Bakugou's smile, camera in hand, as he licks his lips and clicks to take another.

"Fucking hell, you look so good like this..."

He snaps a few more, annoyed every time that he has to pause to wind the stupid camera back up, but at least it gives him a moment to just appreciate the tongue against his shaft, the graze of teeth when Kirishima chokes too hard and loses control just so,

and the wet sounds of sucking, gagging; the sloppy mess that is Kirishima as he lets Bakugou's hand guide him up and down, trying to shove so the last few inches is enveloped and the head of his cock pops into the back of his throat.

His chin is a mess of drool and precum dripping down, staining his dress pants and splattering the bathroom tile below him.

Bakugou could come like this. He knows he could, letting Kirishima suck him dry, shoot off down his throat and watch it bubble up between his lips...

But there's still more to do. More angles to see. And Bakugou still wants to make sure he's able to snap a picture of all their best angles.

With a tight grip in his hair, Bakugou pulls Kirishima off his cock. The man sputters, inhaling sharply before coughing from the abuse.

"Turn around," Bakugou says, taking one more picture to capture the plush red bruising of Kirishima's mouth.

Again, he obeys, and Bakugou quietly wonders if it's just because they have been drinking too much or is it really that Kirishima just enjoys being bossed around.

Maybe later he can find out.

He practically rips Kirishima's slacks in too with how quickly he pulls them off his hips as soon as he's bent over, braced against the toilet.

His ass is a master piece, thick and firm, his thighs much the same, and if Bakugou's dick wasn't spit-wet and throbbing right now he

might have taken more time to lavish his backside with attention. Instead, he makes a mental note to have Kirishima coming on his tongue at another date, maybe even tomorrow morning if he's persuasive enough, but right now he has other things to attend to.

Bakugou pulls Kirishima's ass apart to let his tongue fall out and drool all across his hole.

Below him, he can hear Kirishima moaning, hear the slick rhythmic noise of him pulling at his own cock between his legs.

He remembers what's in his hand and leans back, slapping a hand down across Kirishima's ass to watch him jump lightly and the flesh jiggle.

"Hold yourself open for me, I want to get a picture of you like this."

Kirishima's panting, a blush high on his cheeks, but says nothing of protest as he replaces Bakugou hand with his own to keep himself open.

Bakugou takes his time with the pictures, snapping one before slowly winding up the camera again, letting the sound of the plastic echo.

He looks through the view finder to get the perfect shot for another, looking in on the twitching pucker shiny with spit. He takes the photo and pauses when the sound of wet sucking enters his ears.

Bakugou grins. "You getting your fingers wet?"

Kirishima hums at the question, sliding the digits from between his lips with a 'pop'. "Figure one of us should do something productive if you're just standing around admiring the view."

He readjusts, leaning heavily against the plastic partition to balance as

he brings his fingers down to his hole, pressing pads of fingers against the wrinkled skin to press.

Bakugou groans watching Kirishima slowly sink a finger inside, pulling his rim open to stretch and giving Bakugou a good view.

He takes another photo.

"I'm making memories for later," Bakugou grins, feels his cock throb heavy as Kirishima sinks a second finger inside. "So we can look back and remember the first time I made you cry on my cock."

Kirishima huffs, the noise like a broken laugh. "That has yet to be proven."

Kirishima continues to work himself open, thrusting two fingers in at the odd angle, letting out little moans every time he manages to crook his wrist just right. Bakugou helps by spitting on his hole when it seems too dry, happy to watch globs of saliva spread across red skin

and in between fingers, slicking the way for them to plunge back inside.

He watches with anticipation, wanting to rush, but knowing Kirishima still needed some time. Needed something bigger than two fingers.

Bakugou steps up behind him, sticking his thumb into his mouth to slather it in spit before dragging it out and to Kirishima's hole. He presses in with Kirishima's next thrust making the other man sputter.

"I thought you just wanted to watch?"

"My dick's getting cold."

In this position, Bakugou doesn't see Kirishima roll his eyes, but the aura of it is there. Bakugou ignores it, stuffs Kirishima full of his thumb instead and pulls, spreading his rim out wide until he's keening, legs trembling as they try to hold strong in keeping him up right.

"See?" Bakugou mocks, staring down at Kirishima's damp red insides. "I'm not the only one getting desperate. I can hear your cock dripping for me."

Neither of them need to look down at the small puddle of pre on the bathroom tile to know it's there.

"Fine," Kirishima removes his fingers and steadies his stance, holding on once more to the toilet. "I think you promised I'd be cry?"

Bakugou licks his lips, taking Kirishima's hips in hand and pressing the tip of his cock against his hole. Wet. Gaping. "Yeah baby, think I did."

Bakugou doesn't wait. He doesn't ease Kirishima into it. Their teasing and mocking one another-- Kirishima's accepted a challenge that Bakugou refuses to forfeit, so he doesn't.

He slams half his cock inside on the first thrust,

his moan of how tight Kirishima is around him covered by the sharp cry Kirishima lets out, his voice echoing through the otherwise empty bathroom.

There's not enough lube, not enough prep, just a dirty fuck in a publix bathroom, but neither are in a state of mind to care.

Bakugou can feel Kirishima's body shake under his palms, but when he throws his head back to look at Bakugou-- mouth parted to show his pretty white teeth and pink tongue, drool at the corner of his mouth, eyes prickled with tears-- his words match nothing of what his body says.

"Better have more of that cock to give, or my throat severely over estimated."

Bakugou takes the bait and shoves his hips forward, affectively stuffing the rest of his cock inside with another yelp from Kirishima as his walls are forced to spread too quickly.

Bakugou leans forward, pressing his lips to the shell of Kirishima's ear. "That enough for you?"

"Fuck me."

Bakugou growls low, digging his fingers deep into the skin of Kirishima's hips, feeling the bone underneath. He grinds his cock inside of him, watching as Kirishima's mouth falls wide in a silent moan as the feeling of just how deep he is inside him. "Demanding brat."

His first few thrusts after are a punishment. He drives forward not caring about Kirishima's pleasure, simply trying to make him scream loud enough a wait staff might hear them, humiliate him just a little to knock him down a peg.

He also wants Kirishima to feel it in the morning. To wake up with bruises and sore limbs, a limp in his step. He wants to wake Kirishima up with his tongue digging into his hole and for the man to sob about too much as he spreads him open on his fingers for a morning romp.

Bakugou wants the memory to linger, for his cock to carve out a hole inside of him so come time it's easy to slide back in.

He pounds so hard for the first few minutes, he's sure they'll both have bruises. Kirishima's voice is a wet, broken little moan that falls from his lips.

His arms are shaking, trying to keep propped up as best he can against the toilet. His cock drips pre onto the tile, still hard even as Bakugou fucks him like an animal.

"Good for ya?" Bakugou grins, spitting at Kirishima's hole where they're connected to ease his movement.

The look that Kirishima gives him over his shoulder knocks into Bakugou's gut like a punch. His eyes are so shiny with tears, there's drool spilling down the corner of his mouth, and a red blush is going all the way down his throat. He looks ravished. Beautiful.

"Hold still," Bakugou breathes, letting go of one hip to better capture the moment. "I need to keep this face forever."

Kirishima doesn't object as Bakugou brings up the camera, aiming it straight at his face and snapping a picture only after correcting the angle.

Bakugou's quick to roll the film and take another, practically shoving the camera in Kirishima's face to get a close up.

"Bakugou," be whines, pushing the small disposable camera away as soon as the second one is snapped. "Come on, I'm hard and you--"

Bakugou jumps, groaning as the tight walls of Kirishima's ass squeeze hard around his cock.

"--are too. Fuck, I swear I can feel you in my stomach, your cok is so hard. Feels like I might puke."

Bakugou barks out a laugh, trailing a hand up Kirishima's spine. "Let's hope not."

His attention turns back to the moment at hand, but he doesn't let the camera stray from his grip.

Bakugou's pace eases up, figuring Kirishima might have learned his lesson, and also wanting to chase after his own orgasm with how good that ass feels around him.

It's perfect. His ass bounces with every thrust of his hips, a satisfying 'smack' sounding through the bathroom of skin meeting skin, only broken by heavy breathing and Kirishima's cries when Bakugou angles his hips and starts sliding against his prostate, over and over.

Looking down, Bakugou watches as his cock moves in and out of Kirishima's hole. His rim stretches wide and puffy, red and shiny with spit and precum, ass red from being hit and squeezed.

Bakugou licks his lips, bringing his camera up once again, and takes a picture.

"You, ah, really like that don't you?" Kirishima asks as soon as he hears the click. "Taking pictures of me?"

"What's not to like?" Bakugou replies, eyes not turning away from the masterpiece that was Kirishima's hole swallowing him up. "I've got a good subject for it. Besides,"

"I think you like the idea of being photographed. You're gonna look like a total slut forever on film and we'll get to remember it. All the wondering details of how well you took my cock in a fucking public bathroom on your friend's wedding day."

He can feel Kirishima shiver under him.

Bakugou smiles. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Now," he takes up his grip once more, pressing in hard on his next thrust making Kirishima gasp. "Be good. I want a picture of how good you look coming from my cock alone."

As soon as Bakugou starts, Kirishima needs to adjust his grip. Quickly he has to move his hands, rearrange because suddenly he's getting fucked so roughly he fears slipping and falling face first into the goddamn toilet.

He's quick, moving his feet so he can reach the wall.

It's maybe two more inches forward shifting from gripping the back of the toilet to leaning up against the tiled wall, but Bakugou easily chases him there.

He doesn't miss a beat as he thrusts forward, the suddenly extra space giving him just enough room to drive in hard, deep.

It gives Kirishima a moment to fully realize and appreciate how long and thick Bakugou's cock is. How it rearranges his guts, plowing in to him.

The difference now is Bakugou's aim. He grabs Kirishima's hips hard, forcing him to and fro,

angling him on every thrust to slam back to have the perfect brush of Bakugou's fat cock stab at his prostate. He slides against it, bulging, rocking into him over and over again until Kirishima's vision explodes with black spots and stars.

It's brutal, rough, and completely unfair. Kirishima is being used like a toy, abused to the point of bruising, but still cared for so much his dick is drooling out precum like a steady stream into the toilet bowl. His balls swing back and forth frantic and heavy,

the pleasure of being fucked so well making his insides coil tight.

The stale around them is shaking. Bakugou must be knocking into it from behind, because Kirishima isn't even touching it at this point and he can hear it rocking about with his own moans echoing off the walls.

"Your hole is tightening up around me," Bakugou grounds out, shoving his hips forward until Krishima shrieks, holding him steady so he can grind the head of his cock right up against his prostate, feel the rest of him spreading out his inner walls so well. "Ready to come, baby?"

Kirishima can't help himself. He squeezes his eyes closed, fingers curling against the tile of the walls. "Yes."

"What was that?" he mocks, grabbing Kirishima by the hair to turn his head, looking at his pretty face all blotchy red. "Can't here you, babe. Tell me what you want."

Kirishima whines, knowing full well what Bakugou wants to hear. "Make me come."

"Say again?"

"Make me come, asshole!"

A wide smile. "Oh yeah? How so?"

Kirishima thinks he might wants to bite him. "On your fat fucking cock you egotistical--"

He's pulled back by the root of his hair, roughly shoved down taking the entirety of Bakugou's dick in one quick slide, insides aching from being so full, abused so much.

He moans, shaking. Legs trembling as they try to support his weight with his impending orgasm so close.

Kirishima blinks, looking back with tears in his eyes, needing it. "Please."

A soft click is his answer, a flash that blinds him for a second.

The next thing he knows he's being fucked again, hard and heavy, a finger digging into his hole beside it to stretch him further.

"N-No, Baku--"

The finger sinks in, too dry, too deep, but it's that pain that shoots up Kirishima's back that does it. The sensation of 'too much' mingles pleasantly with 'perfect' and sends him over the edge. Balls drawn up tight, spilling over as he comes hard,

splashing white across the toilet below him, only partly getting into the water of the bowl.

Bakugou fucks him through it, stabbing over and over at his prostate until he's practically clawing at the walls for it to stop and,

finally that's when he slams inside one final time to spill inside him. White hot cum filling Kirishima up, shooting deep inside of him until he feels used and bloated.

"Ahh, perfect," Bakugou coos, rubbing at his back as he slowly pulls out as his cock starts to soften.

He watches, staring at the swollen puffy rim of Kirishima's ass, stretched open to gape from his cock. It take a few seconds, the cute little hole winking open and closed as, finally, the pearly cum starts to slide back at.

Bakugou traces a thumb through the slowly growing trickle, smearing it around his skin before pulling open the used hole a little wider.

"Smile for the camera."

Kirishima shivers beneath him.

The camera clicks, but it's more empty and off then the others. Bakugou curses.

He lets Kirishima go, fiddling quickly with the disposable camera that doesn't obey and simply whines as he tries to wind the film, the camera objecting as Bakugou curses louder.

"Damnit!" he hisses. "Stupid thing is out of film!"

The announcement sounds and there's a small part of Kirishima that is incredibly disappointed by this fact. It's like the entire sequence of photos won't be complete now, even as he feels how gross the cum is now sliding down his crack towards his thighs.

He can't believe he let Bakugou, a practically stranger, raw him in a public bathroom while one of his best friend' celebrates his wedding just a few walls away. He also can't believe how utterly sad he feels knowing there won't be a picture of the perfect creampie he was gifted.

"You know," Kirishima breaks through the stream of foul language Bakugou is mumbling as he nearly breaks the camera in two in his frustration. "I think I might have a camera back at my place."

Bakugou blinks, looking up.

Kirishima is there, still leaning over against the wall, reaching back to run two fingers down his crack, collecting as much jizz as he can to stuff back up into his hole, pushing it in as deep as he can reach. He moans, spreading his fingers to show Bakugou is creamed insides.

Kirishima licks his lips. "Might even have a video camera too if you're lucky."

Bakugou smiles, already tucking his cock back into his pants. "Only if I'm lucky?"

Kirishima shrugs. "Only men who clean up the messes they made get to find out."

It's a taunt, one that Bakugou easily accepts. He barely lets Kirishima right his slacks and shirt before he's pulling him out of the bathroom, dragging him back towards the reception hall to grab their things and call a car to come pick them up.

It's only when they're grabbing up jackets and phones that stupid Deku shows his face to stop them.

"Kacchan!" he cries. He's had too much to drink by the rosy hue of his cheeks. "You're leaving already? You weren't even here when we came to say hi!"

Bakugou scowls, uncaring at all as his dick is still wet and wanting to get right back inside that warm ass of Kirishima's as soon as possible. "I was busy doing more important things."

Deku blinks. "What more important--"

"Midoriya!" Kirishima quickly cuts in, arm wrapped around the new husbands shoulders to give him a side huge. "The wedding was amazing, you two looked so happy together!"

Deku immediately brightens, even as Kirishima steps away to put his arm around Bakugou instead.

"Give Ochako my best! She was beautiful! We're gonna go now, getting late, a little tired, thank you again for inviting us! We had a great time!"

Kirishima pulls and Bakugou doesn't mind. He's sure the red head wants to leave as soon as possible as cum leaks down his thighs.

Deku's probably a little too drunk to truly realizes Bakugou and Kirishima didn't come together. He's too happy to do much more than wave them off as they leave, hand in hand, heading to Kirishima's apartment where Bakugou has a full meal waiting for him.

Kirishima squirms, trying to keep as much cum from spilling out as possible.

Bakugou can't wait.

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At the table, unattended, looking innocent among the champagne glasses and silverware, is a small disposable camera. Unassuming, forgotten, and film all used up.

End.

((The entire thread will be collected and posted up tomorrow on AO3 with a little editing and a little extra stuff thrown in at the end~ I'll link below as soon as I have it posted!

Happy Birthday Kirishima and I hope you all enjoyed!!! ))

Full thread, titled Snap Shot, is posted on AO3!

Also now including a reworked opening and additional scenes at the end because I couldn't resist making Kirishima come one more time for his birthday~

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27082987/chapters/66128980