[ // tags/cw: nsfw , krbk , edging , a lil crying (good tears) , slight overstim , begging , pet names (baby) , big bottom kiri , small(er) top baku ]

kirishima likes to please. he likes to figure out what makes bakugou happy, what makes him feel good,

and then he likes to give that to him.

but sometimes, he also likes to take.

which is how bakugou finds himself pressed into the mattress by the heavy weight of his body on top of him.

kirishima’s legs are spread over bakugou’s thighs, thick muscle bracing on him as kirishima rolls his body, moves his hips to grind bakugou’s dick into himself.

his shoulder blades dig into cushiony pecs when he arches, his big hands guide bakugou’s to where he wants them - rubbing down his chest, his nipples, up to his neck, down to lazily stroke at his hard, heavy cock.

he takes his time, makes bakugou /feel it/ every time he makes another figure eight with his hips and bakugou’s dick slides in, out, in, out of him, the slide wet and smooth and just shy of enough, over and over again, and bakugou-

he loves this, loves the feeling of his absolute unit of a boyfriend taking what he wants, /loves/ it when he’s in charge and makes bakugou play nice and stay still or go slower or makes him hold back his orgasm because kirishima simply isn’t done yet.

so it’s with a thrilling mixture of wanting to give kirishima what he wants and of needing some kind of relief that bakugou tips his head forward and kisses the top of kirishima’s shoulder, nuzzling into it.

“wanna cum,” bakugou tells him, voice gravel rough and chest full and toes curling when kirishima hums and grinds down on him.

“mmh, not yet,” kirishima says, and something flutters low in bakugou’s stomach at that.

he tips his head back down on the pillow, breathes through his teeth and counts backwards from ten, but then kirishima stretches so he can turn his head and nose at bakugou’s cheek and it’s so affectionate, so content that bakugou forgets all about counting.

he turns to meet him, drags their lips together, and kirishima plants his feet on the bed and raises himself up. bakugou hisses at the feeling of his dick pulling so far out,

going slightly lightheaded when so much of kirishima’s weight lifts off of him, and then kirishima comes back down, fucks himself on bakugou’s cock.

“yeah, let me do it just like that,” kirishima mumbles and bakugou feels the words vibrate on his lips with how close they are.

he screws his eyes shut, sucks in a breath and grabs kirishima’s waist, just to hold on to something while kirishima takes him apart.

kirishima speeds up, then, goes just a little harder, and bakugou presses his heels down hard on the mattress and meets him.

he abandons kirishima’s waist in favor of his ass, reaches down to squeeze as much of his cheeks he can hold in his hands, spreading them so he can fuck him better, deeper.

kirishima practically purrs, head lolling back to rest on bakugou’s shoulder. he stills, his thick, hard thighs tensing to hold himself still in the air, and bakugou curses into the side of his neck.

he wraps his arms around kirishima’s waist and fuck, he’s so /strong/, barely even budges when bakugou practically hangs off of him, snapping his hips up and smacking against those perfect cheeks.

kirishima reaches his hands up, gets his fingers into bakugou’s hair. he tugs at it, tilts his head to moan directly into bakugou’s ear, and maybe this is what he wanted, maybe he just wanted to get fucked properly before bakugou cums, maybe-

“gonna cum in you,” bakugou tells him, heated, voice cracking and dripping with want, and then-

then, kirishima drops down, taking all of bakugou’s willing cock inside him, punching the breath out of him and /doesn’t move/.

“not /yet/,” kirishima pants, wobbly and just as wanting, and bakugou /whines/. he tries to buck up, tries to fuck kirishima, but he can’t, because he’s physically pinned to the bed and he’s so close, so fucking close and kirishima won’t /let him/.

“fuck, please,” bakugou says, eyes stinging with how much he wants it, dick twitching pathetically, begging for friction, pressure, /anything/.

and that must do something to kirishima because he tenses, squeezes so perfectly around bakugou’s cock that he forgets to breathe.

he just freezes, pleasure building in his whole body, and then kirishima does it again and bakugou gets even closer, and he just needs a little bit more, just one more time-

and kirishima /doesn’t/ do it one more time. instead, he relaxes, stays still and leaves bakugou balls deep and without orgasm, and there’s a long, horrible, amazing moment where bakugou goes from so convinced he’ll finally /get it/ to realizing he /won’t/.

“c’mon, /please/,” bakugou says and it comes out as a broken whisper, and his eyes are tearing up for real now.

his body is strung up somewhere between bliss and utter frustration and bakugou doesn’t know what to do with that except for dig his fingers into kirishima’s hips, /hoping/ he’ll give it to him.

“fuck- I- come /on/,” he tries, a little louder and a little wetter, and kirishima’s skin prickles with goosebumps, and then he squeezes around him again.

“like this?”

“yeah, yeah, like that, more, please,” bakugou quietly chants, lifts his head to mouth at kirishima’s neck and shoulder as if hoping to distract him from edging him again.

and he thinks it works, tries to keep focused on sucking a bruise into existence as he gets his cock milked over and over again, and kirishima’s hands are shaking where they’re still tugging at his hair and he thinks he’s got him, thinks maybe kirishima forgets about stopping.

then he stops.

and bakugou’s body has a hard time adjusting to the concept of not getting to fucking cum and it spasms, muscles tightening up,

dick twitching desperately like it’s /trying/, and still he can’t do anything about it because kirishima is in charge, kirishima decides when he cums, decides with his weight holding him down and his words telling him ‘not yet’.

“fuuuck,” he half breathes, half grunts, hands scrambling around like he doesn’t know where he wants to put them, squeezing up and down kirishima’s waist and hips. “fuck, /fuck/, please let me, please make me fuckin’ cum, baby, I-”

and bakugou physically feels the shudder that goes through kirishima’s whole body at that, and the way he goes all tight feels different, like he can’t help it, and it’s making bakugou’s head swim and his hips once again trying to make him fuck.

“say it again,” kirishima tells him, quiet, like he’s the one begging right now, and bakugou nods, licks his lips and turns until the tip of his nose presses against kirishima’s cheek.

“please make me cum, baby,” he manages, and then-

kirishima lifts himself up and off of bakugou’s dick, and before he can ask what’s going on, kirishima rolls on the bed and turns around, and then he’s climbing back up, straddling, and bakugou’s heart speeds up in his chest.

he looks up to see kirishima’s red face, blown out pupils, mouth slightly open to show off sharp teeth. there’s hair sticking to his forehead, falling over his eyes,

and when he reaches up to drag it away from his face bakugou is, once again, for the five hundredth time today alone, hit by the thought that kirishima is immeasurably gorgeous. handsome. beautiful. /sexy/.

he’s flushed, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath, dark nipples soft and smooth over the little grooves of where they’ll harden and poke out if he touches them. the coarse hair running down to form a thicker line over his stomach,

the fat covering big, strong muscles, the dips over his hips before his shape swells out to legs that could crush a skull between them - it all takes bakugou’s breath away.

and then, kirishima doesn’t give bakugou any more time to admire, because he reaches behind himself to curl shaky fingers around bakugou’s dick, points it up before he sits back, gets the head of it nudging at his rim.

bakugou’s hands fly to hold on to his thighs when he sinks down, and he takes it all in one go, sits on it like he was made for it.

he puts his hands on bakugou’s chest for balance - or to put that exactly right amount of pressure on him to make bakugou feel exquisitely held down, it doesn’t matter - and starts bouncing.

“again,” kirishima pants, hungry and out of breath and /beautiful/, “say it again.”

that fluttering, excited, needy feeling comes back full force and bakugou can’t imagine doing literally anything other than exactly that.

“/please/ make me cum,” he obeys, and the way kirishima gasps, screws his eyes shut and shudders has bakugou right back up on that edge again. “fucking hell, baby, come on,” he urges, starts meeting kirishima’s thrusts.

kirishima falls forward, then, catches himself on his forearms on either side of bakugou’s head. he cups his cheeks with both hands and kisses him, moaning into it, sliding their tongues together as he keeps fucking himself on bakugou’s dick.

“I’m gonna, mh, gonna let you cum, this time,” he says like it’s a promise, and bakugou finds himself nodding, eager, reaching up to wrap his arms around kirishima’s thick waist.

his fingers just barely reach to hook on each other behind his back but it’s enough to keep him close, enough to make sure he feels it every time kirishima makes him bottom out, their chests rubbing together, lips brushing.

“you feel so good,” kirishima says, leaning down to press kisses to his jaw, and bakugou’s chest swells, of pride or affection, and he feels rubbed raw in the best way.

“yeah?”

“mmh, wanna keep you like this,” kirishima goes on, kissing down to his neck.

“if I could, I’d keep you right here so I can- fuck, so I can milk your cock, whenever I want it,” he adds, and bakugou’s eyes roll back into his head with how close he is, with how little it’ll take to make him cum.

“always want it, baby, you always feel so fucking good,” kirishima confesses, and his hand slips down so he can gently thumb over bakugou’s adam’s apple, and bakugou-

god, he’s /gone/.

he cums into the tight, warm heat of kirishima, holding on to his waist for dear life and kirishima rocks him through it, squeezes around him just right, knows to move his face away because bakugou needs to throw his head back into the pillow as he shakes through his orgasm.

and then, when bakugou comes down and kirishima usually stops moving, he keeps these little swirls of his hips up, keeps gently, softly fucking himself on bakugou’s softening cock.

it’s just shy of too much, and bakugou’s eyes tear up from the intensity of it, and yet he stays still, held down by kirishima’s weight and his adoring, sexy, soft moans.

and when kirishima sighs happily against his cheek, cumming as he lazily grinds on bakugou’s lower stomach like it’s a secondary thing, bakugou realizes that maybe kirishima just really likes to /give/, after all.

-fin-

inspired by bell’s absolute banger post, which you can find right here:
https://twitter.com/uhwhatthebell/status/1388515060033671169?s=20