kinktober 2024 [UNFINISHED]

After getting home after hours of hero-work Kirishima dropped everything at the sight of Bakugo (trying) to make a cake, and he caught himself staring at him from the doorway for a long few moment. Finally walking up to him, his arms wrapped around Bakugo’s waist and smirked softly as he jumped from the sudden contact.

“Eijirou, happy birthday,” He told him, still calming himself from the slight scare, continuing to pour the batter into the pan as Bakugo glanced behind him to see his boyfriend. “I can’t believe you’re baking, Katsuki! Is this the first time you’ve tried to bake?” Kirishima asked, which elicited a brief sigh from Bakugo.

Slipping away to put the pan into the already pre-heated oven, Bakugo walked back over towards him and leaned back against the counter, letting out a small breath when Kirishima’s pressed against him.

Grinding against him, Kirishima’s fingers made their way into Bakugo’s hair, pulling it until he growled and pushed him back slightly. “Just because it’s your damn birthday doesn’t mean i’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want,” he hissed, earning himself a smile from his boyfriend, only making him more annoyed.

After Kirishima tried to kiss him again, Bakugo moved his head away, making him pout. “I already have something in mind, stop trying to kiss me.” Bakugo told him, and Kirishima’s eyes visibly lit up, immediately backing off.

Bakugo walked forwards and pulled Kirishima’s hips to his own, before flipping their positions and pressing the other’s waist to the counter, a small whine echoing through the kitchen, as well as the echo of Kirishima’s clunky belt coming in contact with the counter.

Almost hesitant, the blonde fell to his knees and started undoing the belt, making his boyfriend shocked. ‘He’d never done this before,’ Kirishima thought, his face heating up slightly as he watched Bakugo struggle to take off the buckle, sitting on his knees. With a chuckle, Kirishima undid it for him and watched Bakugo huff again.

Kirishima was already hard by the time he’d gotten his pants pulled down, who wouldn’t be with THE Katsuki “Dynamite” Bakugo on his knees in front of them?

Bakugo leaned in and licked the tip hesitantly, letting it rest on his tongue, a choking sound escaping Kirishima’s throat as Bakugo slowly went deeper, and Kirishima could barely comprehend what was happening.

A small gasp came out of him when he started sucking, instinctively running his fingers through the blonde’s hair, swallowing as Bakugo made eye contact with him. “Katsuki,” Kirishima whined softly, closing his eyes and pulling his head forwards, making him gag and squint his eyes in annoyance.

He was bobbing his head excruciatingly slowly, and Kirishima was trying his hardest not to start thrusting into his mouth, the feeling of Bakugo’s tongue moving around his length making his head fall back in pleasure.

“You’re so good, Katsuki. Have you been practicing for me?” Kirishima asked him, watching Bakugo blush as he slowly started to move his hips forward, gently thrusting into his mouth and letting out a breathy moan. “Your mouth is so warm.” He whispered to him, and gripped onto the counter.

His pace increased and soon he was thrusting into his mouth hastily, chasing his release as the two made eye contact, faintly smelling smoke as he tried to breathe in from his nose throughout the experience, ignoring it for the time being.

After one or two more thrusts, Kirishima pulled his head down and finished deep in his throat, and Bakugo choked around him at the suddenness of it, closing his eyes again to compose himself. When his boyfriend finished coming, Bakugo swallowed the most he could and moved his head off of him, standing up and pressing himself against Kirishima.

“You taste like shit, Eijirou,” he said bluntly, and Kirishima laughed softly. “You suck at sucking me off then,” he responded, before leaning in and kissing Bakugo intensely before he could respond, tasting himself on his tongue.

All of a sudden, their fire alarm went off loudly and the two broke apart and paused, before Bakugo finally remembered. “Oh, shit, your cake,” he said, quickly turning around and grabbing the mittens to take it out the oven, placing it on the counter and waving his hands to waft away the smoke, revealing the completely charred cake.

Kirishima walked behind him, cringing slightly, but entrapping his hand within his own as he placed a kiss to his cheek. “That’s alright, you tried. We can get another one later,” he told him, moving his hand to dip his fingers into waistband. “But for now, let’s just get this sorted out so we can finish what we started.” Kirishima whispered, making Bakugo swallow and nod.