I realised I’ve written this before in my sugar baby fic, so here ya go

CW : face sitting / riding, a little bit of blood (no broken noses tho lmfao), all characters are 18+ https://twitter.com/brightpinkpine/status/1385582452744261639

“Are you sure about this?” Kirishima was dawdling at the edge of the bed, fresh out the shower and wrapped up tightly in a towel. He felt unbelievably insecure, and the way Bakugou was watching him like a piece of meat was actually not helping. “What if I squash you?”

“God, I hope you do.” Bakugou was grinning, which also wasn’t exactly helping things. It was twisted and hungry and when he licked his lips and made a grab for Eijiro, the redhead had to bite back a shriek. “Come here.”

Kirishima whined, but reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled onto the bed, the towel still around him. Although that didn’t stop Bakugou’s wandering, enthusiastic hands from sliding beneath the sheet.

Kirishima was pulled to kneel beside him on the bed, and Bakugou sat up from where he’d been lounging to pepper sweet kisses against his jawline.

“Relax,” He hummed, taking greedy handfuls of everything he could touch, making Kirishima jump. Suddenly his hands disappeared only to slap against Eijiro’s butt moments later, clapping the flesh and grabbing forcefully. “All I can think about is being face-first in this arse.”

Kirishima was not relaxing. He barely even processed Bakugou trailing hungry, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, nipping at the soft skin. He felt a warm hand slide up his thigh, palming at his soft cock.

That made Katsuki growl, “Come on, Ei,” His words were like a hiss, but they were also so heated and if Eijiro wasn’t so highly strung in that moment he would have keened. But he was still feeling self-conscious, even while the blond showered him in compliments – kind of, anyway.

“You should need a license for this,” Bakugou was slapping at his arse again, giggling the cheeks and making Kirishima grimace, “it’s dangerous.”

“/Really?/”

“Just thinking about this arse makes my neck ache.”

“That’s actually kind of rude.”

“I’m surprised you don’t beep when you walk backwards.”

“Okay, now you’re just being offensive for the sake of it.” Kirishima squirmed when Bakugou leant around him, purposefully moving to stare at his hands lifting the flesh of his arse and then dropping it again,—

—groaning at the jiggle beneath the towel. “I’m being serious, Katsuki, I really don’t fancy suffocating you with my butt.”

But either Bakugou wasn’t listening, or he really didn’t care about what Kirishima was saying – genuinely could have been either –

and instead of consoling his boyfriend, he just grabbed him harder and pulled him into his lap. Kirishima didn’t resist, but his participation was almost reluctant.

Teeth biting at the hem of the towel wrapped around Kirishima’s chest, the blond muttered, “I accept all the terms and conditions that come with this fat arse of yours.”

Eijiro scrunched his nose up but let Bakugou peel away the towel from around his chest as he mouthed lower.

One of the blond’s hands was still pawing at his very limp cock, while the other massaged the flesh of his backside slowly. Kirishima could feel Bakugou’s erection against his thigh, poking almost painfully. It twitched when a finger dipped into the cleft of his arse.

But as soon as that wandering finger padded against the rim of his hole, Kirishima was pushing away.

“Nope!” He crawled off Katsuki’s lap, ignoring the blond outright /whine/ in complaint. When Eijiro turned around again, he noticed the genuinely disappointed look on Katsuki’s face. There was /almost/ a /pout/.

“Why not?” He complained, that bottom lip sprouting out even further. Although his eyes were glinting in that playful way that meant that he was going to get what he wanted, and he was just humouring Eijiro out of courtesy.

“I’m /really/ not sure about this,” Kirishima hissed, face flushing the same shade as his hair.

Undeterred, Bakugou made a move to crawl forward, “Why not? I’ll be so gentle with you,” He advances were stopped abruptly when Kirishima’s foot pushed against his forehead.

“I really don’t know if I feel comfortable doing this,” Kirishima chewed his lip, watching as Bakugou scowled. He took hold of the redhead’s foot, pulling it aside to drop sweet kisses from his ankle and towards his knee, hooking Kirishima’s leg over his shoulder as he went.

“W-What about a different position?” Eijiro offered instead.

If Bakugou wanted to lick his arse – literally – then say no more. But sitting on his face? Kirishima really wasn’t a small guy, and sure he understood the appeal.

After all, if Katsuki had said he wanted to sit on Eijiro’s face then—oh, shit, yeah. He totally got the appeal. That was hot. Bakugou could suffocate him and Kirishima would absolutely thank him for it.

“Where’s my big, brave boy, huh?” Kisses spread, heading into his inner thigh. The towel was lost completely moments later, and it made Bakugou groan, “All I want is this teeny-weeny little thing, baby, and then I’ll do /anything/ you ask today.”

“Anything?”

Bakugou came up then, completely bypassing Kirishima’s groin in favour of kissing up his torso instead, dipping his tongue into the indent of his abs.

“Absolutely.”

Now /that/ seemed too good to pass up.

Bakugou peaked one eye open when it was evident he had Kirishima’s interest, and when there was a long pause he nipped at the redheads chest.

Kirishima hummed thoughtfully though, letting his eyes flutter close when Bakugou mouthed over his nipple.

Strong hands were around his waist, holding the small of his back to keep him upright. His cock finally twitched at Bakugou’s slow, tender ministrations, “Anything then, hm?”

“Don’t take the piss with that offer.”

That make Eijiro scoff, “Why not? You’re /desperate/ for me to sit on your face.”

Bakugou was. He was practically panting, especially when his palm once again found Kirishima’s now swelling cock. Eijiro could feel his fingers shaking and it made his breath catch in his throat.

Bakugou was losing his chill. He’d never seen the other man unravel like this before. Katsuki Bakugou was the dictionary definition of composed, and yet here he was, grabbing and pulling and /drooling/ over Eijiro like a fine steak.

“I thought you were too shy?” Bakugou’s lips were travelling over his collar bone now.

“I think I can be persuaded,” Kirishima’s head nearly fell back when Bakugou headed towards his neck, but suddenly his jaw was grabbed and pulled back, forcing him to look the blond dead in the eye. Katsuki was glaring, hard, although his lips were twisted into a feverish smirk.

“Oh, really?” Bakugou’s tongue darted out to make the rounds over his lips, wetting them, “Go on, baby, entice me.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be enticing /me/?” Kirishima leaned forwards, “You’re the one who wants this.”

Bakugou’s pupils blew wide before constricting so tightly they almost snapped into slits.

Kirishima continued, “I don’t know,” He shrugged lazily, head tilting off to the side nonchalantly, “I suppose I could always just get up… Get dressed… I got shit to do, you know?”

Katsuki’s expression had gone from humouring to outright livid in a nanosecond.

“Like fuck you will,” He leant forwards, growling, grabbing onto Eijiro like a possessive dog over its favourite chew toy.

Finally, Kirishima /preened/. And Katsuki didn’t miss it. “Oh?” That smug expression was back, “You like that, baby? You like me being rough with you?”

“I like you being clear about what you want,” Kirishima admitted, leaning into Bakugou’s biting jaws against his neck.

“Am I not normally?” A sharp slap against one of his cheeks made Kirishima groan.

“You’re always so serious,” Kirishima pouted into the top of Bakugou’s soft hair where the latter was back to kissing across his collar bone, “I want you to let go.”

“Oh, baby,” Katsuki groaned, “I’ll let go, as soon as this,” He grabbed Eijiro’s arse cheeks harshly and pulled at them, exposing his entrance and pushing a finger towards it, “is on my face.”

He then reached up and nipped at Kirishima’s chin, making his head turn and he caught his lips in wet, open kiss for a moment before trailing away again, leaving poor Kirishima in a puddle.

“Fine,” He groaned, defeated, desperate, “you want this?”

Bakugou’s eyes rolled into the back of his head when a hard push to his chest had him falling back against the pillows, “Fuck, baby, yeah I do.”

“You want me to sit on your face, ride you?” Kirishima was grabbing Bakugou’s jaw then, angling his face forward. His cock was throbbing now as he crawled up the blond’s rapidly moving chest, “want me to cum on your tongue?”

Boiling hot hands were running over his thighs, squeezing hungry. Bakugou lay below him, eyelids half lidded as his expression blissed out.

He looked elated when Kirishima settled himself on his chest gently, and he immediately ducked forwards to catch the tip of his cock in his mouth, sucking hard for a moment before falling back.

“Fuck, yeah, I do,” Katsuki was grinning.

“You’re a dirty fucker, you know that, right?” Kirishima cocked his head, enjoying looking down at Bakugou like this maybe a little too much. Seeing Katsuki unravelling like this, obviously a little overwhelmed because of him, /for him/, was just divine.

Without missing a beat, Bakugou turned his head and reached forwards, taking a quick nip of his inner thigh. “Careful, baby. Or I won’t be gentle.” His eyes were sparkling. “Now, turn around before I lose my patience.”

And Kirishima did as he was told, getting as caught up as Bakugou was as he swung his legs to spin so his back was to the blond. He sat up on his knees, legs pressed either side of the blond’s chest while the latter reached up to paw at his butt.

“Back it up, baby.”

A zing of pleasure headed straight to his groin, making his cock jump when he got an eyeful of Bakugou’s bare dick doing the same when he shuffled backwards slightly.

His calves settled beneath Katsuki’s shoulders on the bed, giving Bakugou enough elevation to sit up slightly and kiss at the flesh of his backside.

There was some shuffling as Katsuki grabbed a few pillows to shove under his head.

“Making yourself comfortable?” Kirishima jested, mainly trying to lighten the heavy feeling coiling in his stomach as his anxiety clawed its way back to him. Bakugou’s lips were mouthing at him, heading /dangerously/ close to the cleft of his arse.

Their teasing eased his nerves, mainly because Bakugou would show his humanity a bit, instead of being so professional and assured. Kirishima was way out of his depth, and Bakugou being comfortable and confident only reiterated that.

“Of course,” Bakugou replied matter-of-factly, “How am I supposed to enjoy my meal from across the room?”

Kirishima laughed at that, “You’re so full of it, you—Ah!”

Two hands clamping down on his cheeks and pulling them apart roughly stopped him immediately. He tried to turn, alarmed and /mortified/ at the fact Katsuki was /literally/ staring at his arsehole unashamedly.

But just as he went to protest, he locked eyes with Katsuki as he leant in and dragged his tongue up and over his entrance, making his jaw drop from the lewd expression on Katsuki’s face.

The blond groaned too, long and loud because apparently, he was enjoying himself that much, and Eijiro felt his hot breath over his sensitive skin from where he was breathing so heavily.

And then Bakugou flopped back against his pillows, humming in approval as he kneaded at Kirishima’s arse cheeks, pulling them to get him on full display and tease a careful finger over his hole, making it twitch in response. “You need to sit down, baby.”

“I-“ He swallowed, unable to stop his back from aching as his eyes fluttered shut, “are you sure?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Do I fucking look like I’m not sure?” As if to make a point, he leaned forwards once more and licked another fat stripe over Kirishima’s entrance,—

—poking his tongue in a little this time and making the redhead squeak. He fell back again with a cocky smirk, “So, you like it, huh? Come on then.” He tugged at Kirishima’s hips, manoeuvring him closer.

“I really don’t want to crush you though.”

“For the love of god, Eijiro, please, /please/ fucking crush me.”

Kirishima was pretty sure he’d never heard Bakugou say /please/ before, and he was about to say something about it too, but then lips were mouthing at the inside of his pulled cheeks and he lost the words.

“Ngh…” His thighs shook, struggling to keep him up and his head dropped forwards. Once again his gaze caught Katsuki’s rock hard cock rubbing against his lower abdomen, oozing across the taught skin.

“Oh, fuck!” The sight had his head spinning, and he lost his composure for a moment, but it was long enough for Bakugou to yank him down, hard, and he practically collapsed over his face.

“Shit! Katsuki!” He tried to sit up again, but vice-like hands gripping his waist held him down, thumbs digging into his flesh and leveraging his cheeks open still.

He could feel Katsuki’s mouth on him, lips moving over his rim and tongue lapping at him, sliding over his entrance, wet and hot in wide kisses. “Fuck!” He cried out, voice breaking.

His hips jolted - or they tried to - and his cock dribbled pre-cum, dropping onto Katsuki’s chin, trickling down his neck.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. Where was he supposed to put his hands? How was he supposed to hold himself up when he was turning into literal goo?

Finally, his hands fell onto Katsuki’s abdomen, bracing himself over as he groaned. He felt his hips move, under Katsuki’s control as he was rocked over the blond’s face.

Bakugou was groaning louder than he was, snarling and grunting as he moved Kirishima’s hips faster, pushing his tongue past the fluttering, sloppy ring of muscle and heading in deep.

Kirishima cried out loudly when he felt Bakugou’s face push against him, pistoning his tongue as deep as it would go and making the most lewd, wet noises.

He was really struggling to cope with Bakugou motorboating his arse, it was mortifying. He sat up straight, feeling pleasure ricochet through him, feeling how wet Bakugou’s face was with his own slobber as he seemed to be enjoying this even more than Kirishima was.

Bakugou’s leg’s twitched, his cock jumping, and suddenly his knees were up, feet planted solidly against the mattress and his hips bucked so violently it made Kirishima bounce against his face with a shriek.

He tried to reach out and catch Bakugou’s knees, but they were moving away from him before he could, unstable as the blond’s legs twitched across the bed, hips bucking into the air some more.

“Shit!” Kirishima’s head spun, “K-Kat, wa-wait! Ah!” He tried to sit up but it was a feeble attempt, especially with Bakugou there, and before he could get any distance between them, he was pulled back down harshly.

He could feel Bakugou’s nose pressing into the base of his spine, his chin massaging behind his balls as his jaw worked away. “Fuck!” He flopped backwards, arching around Bakugou’s head to catch the back of his arms against the headboard behind.

He was still sat up pretty straight, although his back was bowed a little unnaturally. But he didn’t care, “Oh, shit!” Not at this angle anyway. “Fuck! Don’t stop, shit, Katsuki, please!” He all but shrieked when an arm wrapped around his thigh and grabbed his cock,—

—“Shit, no, I’m going to—” His hips were moving on their own now, riding over Katsuki’s face, his head rolled around on his shoulders with a low groan.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around his dick was trailing all over his body, as far as Katsuki could reach; groping, pulling, massaging. He picked up the pace, rocking his hips a little faster against Katsuki’s face, feeling that hot, thick tongue plunge deep, twisting around.

Katsuki groaned loudly, his whole body jerking and nearly sending Eijiro flying off the bed. He nearly swallowed his own tongue in surprise, and he gripped the headboard tightly to ground himself.

“Shit!” He cursed, snapping out of his stupor, “Katsuki, are you okay?” He tried to sit up, genuinely concerned he was suffocating Bakugou, but he was pulled back down with the grip on his cock and it made him shout, eyes crossing in pain.

The one hand left gripping his waist hoisted him backwards and forwards almost desperately, and then there was a low groan. Katsuki’s hips bucked again, and suddenly he was cumming, cock kicking and shooting his pleasure up his own stomach, even catching Kirishima’s thigh.

“Fuck?!” He gawked, a little confused and definitely a little apprehensive, but those feelings were thrown out the window when the fist around his cock pumped furiously. “Fuck!” He came moments later, back arching so violently he felt a few vertebrae crack.

His eyes squeezed shut, especially when that beating fist didn’t let up. “Kat?!” He grabbed his wrist and practically threw it off him. He lost balance, toppling towards to face-plant into the mattress between Katsuki’s thighs.

And they stayed like that for a long time. Kirishima was mortified all over again, although his body felt it was on fire. Did Bakugou just cum untouched? From eating him out? Holy fuck.

“Fuck…” Katsuki’s voice was hoarse, and Eijiro heard him swallow loudly, “Fuck.”

Kirishima had no intention of moving, even if he was literally laying in their pooled cum, Bakugou’s hot cock pressing into his chest. His heart was still racing and he was totally breathless. But then a pair of hands slapping down on his butt made him jolt and raise his head.

A finger slipped straight into his slicked up hole, and that had him turning, a little curious and a little confused, and more than a little annoyed at being poked at so ungraciously. “Do you mind?”

“Noooo…” The dopey grin on Bakugou’s face was even more alarming than his jovial tone, “This fucking arse,” He moved his finger in and out slightly, poking around almost playfully.

His eyes were barely open by the looks of it, his expression totally and utterly blissed out, like he was in euphoria. But Kirishima was grabbing his wrist and pulling away his probing finger, “Noooo,” Bakugou whined.

Kirishima couldn’t help himself, and feeling more confident than he’d ever felt in his life, he shook his butt a little as he sat up. Immediately Katsuki’s playful pout dropped away as his gaze fixated onto Eijiro’s arse. “Wait, come back.”

“My eyes are up here,” Kirishima grinned, sliding back against the bed next to Bakugou, settling himself under the arm that reached out for him. But then he stopped dead, “Are you bleeding?” He sat bolt upright.

“Hah?” Katsuki still looked out of it, but he wiggled his nose, reaching up and touching at his face. He winced, drawing his fingers away to frown in confusion at the blood on his fingertips. “Oh.” He grinned wickedly.

Meanwhile, Kirishima was freaking the fuck out. He ejected himself from the bed, tripping over the discarded towel as it got tangled around him and he quickly tied it around his waist. “Fuck, Katsuki!”

Mortified. Fucking mortified.

“I’ve broken your nose!” He gasped in horror, watching Bakugou slowly sit himself up. As soon as he did, blood fell from his nose, trickling over his pinching fingers, “Oh my God I’ve broken your nose!”

But Bakugou was still grinning like a madman, and the deep red blood running into his mouth and sitting between his teeth, staining the brilliant white an off-pink, was not helping the overall look.

“Relax,” Bakugou swung his legs over the bed, he made a move to get up but Kirishima shoved him back down.

“Stay there, keep your head back!” He was panicking, “Oh my God there’s so much blood,” He staggered on his feet, feeling a little lightheaded all of a sudden. “Why is there so much?!”

“Don’t fucking pass out!” Bakugou shouted, watching Kirishima turn white. It didn’t help the fact that blood dripped onto his thigh when he spoke, even taking him aback for a moment, “Oh, there is a lot of blood.”

“Oh my God,” Kirishima felt like he’d been bunched in the gut. His eyesight hazed over, swinging as he tried to move, “I’ve ruined your perfect face.”

Kirishima staggered again, but fortunately Bakugou was there to catch him, “Chill out! It’s just a nose bleed, I’m fine!”

Knees giving out, Kirishima fell face first into Bakugou’s chest, making the latter grunt on impact. Bakugou struggled to hold Kirishima up as well as cradle his nose, and eventually he just toppled backwards onto the bed again, winding himself in the process.

“Okay, now you’re crushing me.”

But when he didn’t get a reply, Katsuki swung his gaze from staring up at the ceiling to glare at the top of that mass of red hair.

“Oi!” He shunted his chest, making Eijiro bounce against it, “Shit, are you dead?”

But Kirishima groaned, face shifting further into the cleft of Bakugou’s pecs.

“Are you okay?” Bakugou sounded genuinely concerned then, and he tried to sit up to cradle the redhead some more, but the angle was awkward with the latter hanging off the edge of the bed and he nearly slipped off entirely. Bakugou grabbed him, holding him tightly to his chest.

“I’m fine,” Came the small, weak, and muffled voice from between his beasts. Kirishima snuggled his face from side to side, slowly bringing a hand up to squeeze his full pec, “I-I just need a minute.”

He tweaked Bakugou’s nipple, and the blond pushed him clean off the bed.

This thread is an adapted version of a snippet from this fic of mine https://twitter.com/brightpinkpine/status/1369513194046304260