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✨Make It Wet: A KiriBaku Thread✨

Happy birthday @lililovesyou_!!!!!!! Big kisses 💖

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To this day, years later, Katsuki has never told Kirishima.

Never gave a /hint/ that he even remembered it.

But he remembers.

Vividly.

The sound.

The feeling.

The way Kirishima gasped in his ear when he had clenched down on him so tightly, overwhelmed by his own body.

He remembers it like it was yesterday...

✨👀✨

"Baaabe," Kirishima whines, spread out over the table where they're doing their homework.

Or rather, where /he's/ doing his homework. Katsuki has been done for ages, and is laying down on the teen's bed, flipping through a manga.

"Do your homework, Eijirou," the blond immediately responded, his ruby red eyes locked in the black and white pages.

"But /baaaaabe/," the red head whines again, banging his head lightly on the table, "how am I supposed to /concentrate/ when you're so /sexy/?"

Katsuki snorts softly, but Kirishima can see the pleased smirk that tugs at his lips.

"Concentrate harder."

Kirishima scoffs.

Easy for him to say. He's not trying to do math problems with a half hard dick while his boyfriend is laid out on his bed looking like a whole snack.

(Please QRT the thread, thank you 💖)

(Also, this has nothing to do with anything, but the GIF I chose for this thread is making me feel some type of way why is it so EROTIC LOOK AT IT-)

And what a delicious looking snack he was.

He was wearing Kirishima's hoodie, first of all. And /everyone/ knows that the boyfriend hoodie automatically makes your lover look one hundred times more fuckable.

Second of all, he was wearing these teeny tiny shorts.

They just barely covered his ass, and since Katsuki was laying on his stomach, every time Kirishima looked up, he got an eyeful of pale, rounded flesh.

"I can't think straight when every time I look up, I can see your ass cheeks," he groans.

The blond looks over his shoulder with bored eyes, one disbelieving eyebrow cocked high on his forehead.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes!"

He sighs loudly, shaking his head, and shuffles around until his laying on his back, one leg hanging off the bed and the other bent at the knee.

"Is this better?"

This is, in fact, /not/ better in any way, shape, or form.

/Now/ Kirishima can see straight up the leg of his shorts, and seeing the soft curve of pussy lips peeking out is /far/ worse than seeing his ass.

He feels like he's gonna start drooling any second.

"No," he answers almost breathlessly, his eyes locked on that tiny glimpse of skin.

"Tough shit, do your homework," Katsuki replies absentmindedly, already sucked into his manga again.

Fuck that.

Kirishima huffs, easing back from the table silently.

It's not that hard to sneak up on him. His face is shoved so far into that book that he's gonna become one with it if he's not careful.

Which means that he doesn't notice the way Kirishima quietly crawls forward on his hands and knees, hungrily licking his lips.

But he /does/ feel the hot breath washing over his skin right before he buries his face there.

"OI!"

Kirishima licks at the sweaty crease of his thighs, moaning when salty sweetness bursts across his tongue. Katsuki tastes like the best candy he's ever had.

"Stop, you f-fuckin'-!"

A weak legs lifts into the air to weakly push at his shoulder, but Kirishima already knows he's won from the way Katsuki shudders harder the closer he gets to his sweet spot.

And he's /very/ close.

"Katsuki," he whispers softly into the damp skin, dragging his tongue across the outer edge of his vulva as the blond whines, "I can't concentrate when you look so sexy..."

"F-fuckin' /pervert/," the other growls, but his voice is breathless with desire.

Kirishima hums thoughtfully, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh as he pulls back to tug those shorts slowly down round hips.

"Maybe so..."

Katsuki doesn't fight him, only glares weakly as he lifts his ass to let them slide from underneath him.

"Fuuuuck," he groans, tossing the shorts to the floor with one hand while using the other to press those pale legs open wider.

What a picture he makes. Spread out on his bed, narrowed eyes glaring up at him. His arms above his head, hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets.

He's still wearing Kirishima's hoodie. One of his older ones that's faded and worn from too many washes, which means that Katsuki's erect nipples are easily noticed pushing through the fabric. And the hoodie is bunched up under his tits, showing off his toned belly.

Legs spread open, showing off his prettily groomed cunt, already glistening with those sweet juices he loves to taste on his tongue.

Fuck a snack.

Katsuki looks like a whole fucking Christmas dinner.

And Kirishima has never been hungrier in his /life/.

"You better hurry the fuck up before I change my mind," Katsuki tsks softly.

"Yes, sir," Kirishima groans, already dipping down.

The first drag of his tongue through those wet folds is always his favorite, because Katsuki has the same reaction every single time.

A soft gasp, as if he can't believe that it feels so good. His hands, no matter where they are, crackle like 4th of July firecrackers. And then a shaky moan when Kirishima swirls his tongue slowly around the swollen nub of his clit.

Perfection.

He runs through bedsheets like toilet paper, but it's fucking worth every penny.

"F-fuck," Katsuki whines softly, his head dropping back against the bed as his hips raise ever so slightly. "Eijirou...!"

Kirishima moans against him, both of his hands squeezing his thighs.

Spreading them open to make room for his large shoulders as he licks him again, dipping into his soft hole a few times before dragging his tongue over his clit again.

"Ah!"

Katsuki's legs are shaking already, he can feel them over his shoulders. His baby is so sensitive here.

He slurps at the slick already leaking from him, one hand sliding up, up, under his hoodie to swirl a thumb around those pretty, pink nipples.

Katsuki jerks with a soft cry, his thighs clenching and relaxing around his head tightly.

"Ei!"

"I gotcha, babe," he groans, licking deeper inside of him as he uses the thumb his other hand to pull open his now dripping cunt, diving in like a starved man at his first meal in weeks.

Katsuki wails, his hands crackling loudly.

He's hot, feverish in Kirishima's hoodie. But he doesn't want to take it off, because he doesn't want Kirishima to stop. His tongue feels so good against him, and he can't stop himself from yelping when he pushes a stomach into his clenching hole.

Immediately, it's a millions times better, and overwhelmingly not enough.

His thumb is thick, yes, but it's not thick enough. It doesn't reach all of the good spots inside of him like he needs it.

"E-Ei," he moans loudly, reaching down with a shaking hand, "more! More!"

"Fuck," Kirishima snarls, yanking himself back.

He ignores Katsuki's cry of disappointment, yanking his shirt over his head in rough jerky movements before diving back in, groaning at the feeling of hot, silky soft thighs sliding across the now bare skin of his shoulders.

Katsuki's hand is immediately back in his hair, yanking him forward as he roughly grinds his pussy against the red head's mouth.

"Open, open, open," he chants breathlessly, groaning when his lips part once more for him, his tongue licking inside of him sloppily.

Kirishima slurps at him like a melting ice cream cone, the bottom half of his face wet with Katsuki's juices. His dick is hard as /fuck/ and Katsuki's rough hands and escalating cries are not helping.

"F-fuck, fuck! Fuck!" Katsuki whines, humping against his face.

He feels almost unhinged in his pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he rides that magnificent tongue, both legs wrapped securely around his boyfriend's head.

Possibly wrapped a little /too/ securely.

Of at least that's what he assumes, since Kirishima has to literally yank himself free to gasp for air.

"Fuck," he gasps, his chest heaving as he wraps his arms around his thighs and yanks at him, pulling his hips up into the air.

He looks deliciously debauched with his hair sticking up every which way and slick leaking down his face. Katsuki is breathing just as hard, a combination of being too hot underneath Kirishima's hoodie and being already so close to cumming.

"You better put your fuckin' mouth back where I had it before I kill you," he growls, his hands sparking with annoyance rather than pleasure.

Kirishima chuckles, using a hand of either side of his pussy to spread him open wide, probably wide enough to see his twitching insides.

"Just a second, babe. Gotta lube you up first."

Katsuki is tensing, ready to snap that he's /already/ lubed up, when Kirishima spits in him.

Not on him.

/In him/.

And not just a tiny spit either.

No.

Kirishima straight up swirls the spit in his mouth.

Forms a giant /glob/ of it.

And then opens his mouth, hangs his tongue out, and lets the whole thing drip lewdly into his open pussy.

He /feels/ it, hot and sticky as it slides deep inside of him, settling in his womb like it /belongs/ there.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

"All lubed up," Kirishima purrs, right before digging his tongue back inside of him.

He jerks like he's been electrocuted, mouth opening on a sharp gasp as Kirishima fucking devours his dripping flesh.

And suddenly, its like all he can feel is Kirishima's saliva. Hot and slippery, sliding inside of him even as his own slick tries to push it out. He can feel Kirishima's tongue, shoving more and more of it inside of him each time it enters, wet and slimy and unrelenting.

It's probably the hottest thing that he's ever felt.

And then two of those thick fingers are inside of him, forcing the spit /deeper/ while at the same time curling upwards to press against the overwhelming spot inside of him as that hot mouth wraps around his clit and /sucks/.

'Surprised' isn't the word that he would use the describe his orgasm.

'Stupified' is more accurate.

As in, the force of his orgasm almost knocks him stupid.

It completely blind sides him with its strength, almost making him choke on his /own/ spit.

It doesn't feel like any orgasm he's ever had, with a partner or otherwise. It feels like his very life force is ejected from his body, leaving him slumped and gasping for air with his legs still hanging over Kirishima's arms.

He feels absolutely drained, and it isn't until Kirishima lets out a soft 'holy fuck' that he lifts his head and realizes why.

Kirishima looks like he'd gotten sprayed with a giant water gun. He's /drenched/ in cum, from his face and neck to his chest, dripping onto the sheets.

And now that Katsuki's soul is back in his body, he can vaguely feel liquid traveling down the crack of his ass and up his back, following the line of his still lifted hips.

Katsuki just stares, his lips parted in shock.

(A visual of the position they're currently in. Art skills on fleek 💅)

They're silent together for all of ten seconds before Kirishima slowly licks his soaked lips, the fire in his eyes burning brighter than just a few minutes before.

"That was so fucking hot."

"Get off me," Katsuki huffs, wiggling his hips to be let go.

Only for Kirishima to hiss as he accidentally brushes across his still clothed, still /very/ hard dick.

"Fuck!"

"You didn't cum?!"

"I was busy making you cum!"

Touché.

Kirishima eases his legs down, shuddering when he nudges his dick again.

"Well, c'mon, hurry up before you fucking cream your pants."

Kirishima scrambles to obey, fumbling as delicately as he can with the button of his pants and easing everything off in one go, trying desperately not to unload just yet.

His dick is red as all fuck, flushed with need, and Katsuki can see little beads of precum leaking from the tip just from the friction of being exposed to the /air/.

"C'mere," he murmurs to him, and Kirishima is in between his still spread thighs faster than he can even blink.

"I don't think I'm gonna last long," the red head whispers, dropping a harsh kiss onto his lips as his hips ease forward.

"Don't gotta," Katsuki murmurs sleepily, rubbing a warm hand up and down his back. He is /really/ drained. "'S fine. Just take what you need."

Kirishima grunts, and then Katsuki feels the faint, heated brush of his dick against his wet folds...

...Right before he slams all of it into him at once.

Katsuki comes alive with a shout, arching underneath him as his pussy spasms violently.

Kirishima moans loudly, easing his hips back only to slam them forward again harder than before.

Katsuki shudders, his eyes rolling back as he drags his nails down Kirishima's back. It feels like lightning is shooting through his womb with every harsh thrust.

This isn't the first time that he's let Kirishima use him for his pleasure after an orgasm leaves him satisfied and sleepy, but this /is/ the first time that he's been so sensitive during it. He feels like he's gonna break apart at the very seams.

He wants to cry out, wants to yell, wants to /escape/, but all he can do is lay there and gasp loudly for air as Kirishima's thrusts get faster, fucking him within an inch of his life as he chases his orgasm, while sending him hurtling towards another one.

"Jesus, that was so fucking /hot/, you don't even /know/," Kirshima is growling deeply in his ear, his hips snapping roughly, filling the room with loud, rapid slapping noises. "Didn't know you could do that, but oh my God, please fucking do it again."

Katsiki manages to make a single noise, a high pitched, desperate cry of pleasure as Kirishima harshly grabs his legs and pushes them up, bending him in half as he thrusts /down/ into his pussy, the slick gush echoing around them and mixing with his gasps.

"You can do it again, right babe? For me?" He begs him, staring down at his cock slamming inside of Katsuki over and over again, locked on the wetness that's spilling out of him, leaking down his belly. "C'mon, I know you can do it baby. Show me your pretty waterfall again, huh?"

And Katsuki can feel it, building up with every harsh stab of Kirishima's dick battering against his insides, forcing high yelps from his throat as he digs his smoking hands into the sheets.

"E-Ei," he just barely manages to whimper, tears gathering in his eyes.

He's just /so/ overwhelmed by everything, so /unused/ to this kind of pleasure wracking his body, and he can't stop a sob from bursting out of his throat the next time Kirishima thrusts into him.

His rhythm falters briefly, but Katsuki protests.

Whining loudly until he's slamming in just as hard as before.

"Fuck, babe, you're so pretty, so pretty crying on my dick, so pretty squirting on my dick, want you to do it again, please, please," he whispers, pressing sloppy, uncoordinated kisses to his lips.

He's begging so vehemently that Katsuki's ears start to burn with embarrassment at hearing such lewd words, but that, coupled with the slow, dirty grind of his hips as a thumb presses down roughly on his clit is what finally does him in.

He breaks apart like glass, shuddering violently as he /gushes/ slick around the red head's still grinding dick, his sobs escalating violently as he tries to twist away from the pain/pleasure ripping through him.

Kirishima literally fucking /growls/.

A deep, animalistic sound of satisfaction as he watches Katsuki come apart on his dick. It only takes a few more quick snaps of his hips that makes Katsuki muffle a scream into his pillow before he floods his clenching walls with a thick, hot flood of cum.

They can't do anything but lay there afterwards, panting harshly as they quiver together, Kirishima nuzzling his neck while he blinks away stray tears.

"Fuck," he croaks, and holy shit, his voice is /fucked/.

Kirishima just hums softly, contentedly.

"I think I just died."

A quick jerk of Kirishima's hips make him screech, slapping at him arms until he pulls out and falls to the side, laughing the entire time.

"Don't seem dead to me," he teases.

"If I could walk right now, I would fucking leave."

"Liar. You'd never leave without after sex cuddles."

And he's right, but like fuck is he gonna say those exact words.

"Fuck off," he responds instead, but its said through a jaw cracking yawn, exhaustion suddenly ripping through him.

One orgasm had drained him, but two orgasm had sucked the soul from his very body.

"Awww," Kirishima crooks, opening his arms. "C'mere. babe."

And fuck, his big arms look so comfortable.

He huffs loudly, rolling into them and letting the red head curl around him.

"When I wake up, I'm gonna kick your ass," he mumbles, his eyes already closing.

Kirishima presses a kiss to the back of his head.

"Of course you will, babe."

✨👀✨

"Babe?"

Katsuki jumps, his head whipping around to look at his husband.

Kirishima is standing in the doorway of their kitchen, still in hero gear, watching him with a questioning smirk on his lips?

"You alright? I've been watching you wash that same dish for like ten minutes."

He flushes vividly, pulling the sponge away from the plate in his hands and rinsing it before putting it away.

"J-just thinking."

"Hmm? About what?"

He turns off the water, and turns while drying his hands, pinning the bigger male with his gaze.

"Thinking 'bout the first time you made me squirt."

Kirishima's eyes immediately darken, and his tongue quickly swipes over his lips as he straightens.

"Oh...?"

Katsuki hums, backing slowly towards the second entrance of the kitchen, which leads to their bedroom.

"Sounds like a very interesting thought," the red head whispers, already following him.

Katsuki smirks.

"Wanna try again?"

✨~THE END~✨

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