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Part 3
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Kiribaku, Breastfeeding
(Anonymous) 2018-07-02 12:18 am (UTC)(link)Bonuses:
+bakugou is cis and theres no quirk involved. Somehow or other, he does this naturally and needs kiri’s help so that it doesnt build up enough to hurt.
++kiri calls baku Mommy and baku calls Kiri baby boy.
+++baku being so so soft with kiri, gently kissing his head as he sucks and telling him what a good job hes doing and kiri loving that hes the only one who gets to see this side of him.
Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding
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(Anonymous) 2018-07-10 04:03 am (UTC)(link)[FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2018-08-19 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)“Ah-- hey?” he greets, curious as the other boy stands in the doorway of his dorm room looking a little more frazzled then what Kirishima is used to. Bakugou isn’t looking up at him, eyes downcast to stare at the far corner of his bedroom instead of glaring directly at him like he typically does. He’s wearing just his boxers and black tank top, though the tank top looks all sorts of rumpled and Bakugou has one of his arms wrapped around his torso, tense, hand cupped right underneath--
“Oh,” Kirishima breathes out when it all finally clicks. Because there is only one (maybe two) reason why Bakugou would ever come over to his room completely unprompted after lights out-- and suddenly Kirishima’s mouth goes incredibly dry and he’s very, very, thirsty.
He doesn’t say anything else right then, just steps aside and lets Bakugou come in to the safety of his bedroom before the door is shut and, when Kirishima looks back at him, it appears as if he can finally breathe. The tension he held in his shoulders isn’t as tight. It’s still there, because there’s something about Bakugou that always seems on edge and ready for a fight, but it’s less so. He knows here, within these four walls, just the two of them together, he can ease up. Kirishima isn’t dull enough to not realize how much this all means to his friend, even if he’s never fully said it in words. Coming over here at night once a month or so, trusting him and only him, that’s some serious stuff when it comes to Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima refuses to be the one to mess it up. Especially when, in the beginning of this, he has to step lightly otherwise Bakugou will bolt like a startled deer. It’s happened before and Kirishima is well aware they both suffer when it happens.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, even if he knows the answer, but he’s never been very good at thinking through his words before he speaks. Thankfully, Bakugou is also well aware of this fact and can deal with it. Mostly.
He tsks, rolling his eyes as he sits down on the edge of Kirishima’s bed. “What do you fucking think?” Comes his rough response, his arms now crossed over his chest looking as though he doesn’t want to let them drop any time soon. “It’s the only reason I come over here.”
That’s a lie. It would hurt if it wasn’t, but at these times he knows Bakugou is just trying to be tough. He was sitting at Kirishima’s desk two days ago helping him study and last weekend they’d played video games together on the bed until they were both on the verge of falling asleep, and sometimes he’d just come over to layout. Those times were always unprompted and quiet and Kirishima figured it was those times that he really just didn’t want to be alone in those moments.
They’re friends, they’re close, even if Bakugou doesn’t ever fully want to admit it. They’re maybe something else, something more, entirely, but Kirishima doesn’t push that label too hard, only taking whatever he is given with a smile.
“You shouldn’t wait so long if it hurts,” Kirishima says which isn’t a scold, but he still worries that Bakugou prefers to just deal with the discomfort then come to him sooner. He sits down in front of Bakugou on the bed trying to not make it so obvious his eyes are focused mostly on his chest. “Oh--” he blinks, looking up at the other boy. “Is that why you were fidgeting so much today at training?”
Bakugou grits his teeth even as his cheeks turn pink. Kirishima can hear how his hands start to fizzle and pop, but there’s no need for him to brace himself against a small explosion as Bakugou doesn't attack him. It’s true then, and Kirishima kicks himself for not noticing until now. At this point, he should be able to pick up on when things start to get to this point. How he will fidget with his hero costume in the locker rooms, how he’ll try to be subtle while kneading fingers into his pecs, how his shirts are tighter across his chest, how they stretch, how Kirishima stares and wants to bury his face against it--
“Shut up, Shitty Hair! Just--” he bites at his tongue and turns his gaze to the floor as, finally, he lets his arms fall away from his chest, fingers curling tight into Kirishima’s comforter. “Get on with it.”
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(Anonymous) 2018-08-19 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [1/?] - OP
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(Anonymous) 2018-08-23 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)It’s a process. Maybe if Bakugou had his way, this would take no time at all and they’d just get done with it, but Kirishima knows better. He’s learned that even if Bakugou first comes here with his fists curled, glaring at everything, that’s not how either of them want the night to progress, but it all goes step-by-step. Kirishima has to be gentle before Bakugou returns the favor.
At first, he doesn’t take the shirt off. He just wants to feel how badly Bakugou’s made himself, test the waters to see what kind of night it will end up. There was a time, once, when Bakugou had first come to ask for Kirishima’s help that he’d waited so long he nearly sobbed in relief afterwards. It had been a painful rush as Kirishima still tried to be as gentle as he possibly could-- thankfully, it hasn’t gotten that bad since.
Kirishima touches. He pulls his legs up onto the bed criss-cross as he pulls at Bakugou’s waist, directing and asking all at the same time as Bakugou shifts into his hands to turn towards him, sitting up fully on the bed now as well. When they settle and Kirishima is faced with the issue his hands roam up from the other’s waist to under his arms, cupping at the top of his ribs as his thumbs graze out towards Bakugou’s pecs.
There comes a hitch in Bakugou’s throat when Kirishima brushes up against his nipples, his touch light which meant if he was already this sensitive…
“How long have you been playing with your chest?” he asks, lips quirking up as he rubs his thumbs over them again, applying more pressure just so he can watch Bakugou’s mouth open ever so slightly as he tries to keep his breathing even.
“Fucksake, Kirishima, why can’t you just--” he doesn’t finish the sentence, instead pushes his chest forward into Kirishima’s hold and lets out a soft sigh, wanting.
He wants to snicker, but knows he shouldn’t, so he bites down on his lip and pushes a little harder just how Bakugou wants and rubs. The combination of pressure and the rough material of Bakugou’s tank top against sensitive skin makes him squirm ever so slightly, even if he’s trying not to. He must have been going at it a lot before knocking on Kirishima’s door. He wonders if he’d already started to leak and had to change his shirt before coming over.
Kirishima gives him a little more mercy, stops playing to fully cup Bakugou’s chest. His pecs have always been a nice size, all the training and working out he puts himself through leaves him with very little imperfections on his body, but when he’s full like he is now…
“Oh, wow,” Kirishima can’t help but breathe out as he holds the slight swell of Bakugou’s chest, feeling the weight in his hands and how they fill his palms perfectly. He squeezes which makes Bakugou shutter and gives him the chance to really feel how full he is, soft skin tight under his touch as he slowly kneads his pecs. He’s not just fantasizing when he feels a slight dampness appears under his fingers.
His mouth waters. “So soft…”
It leaves Bakugou flushed, glaring. He’s biting the inside of his cheek, Kirishima can tell, trying to not curse and groan at the same time, even if the latter he’d try to cover up. Kirishima is teasing him, they both know this, and by the way Bakugou trembles under his touch already, maybe it is time to move on.
Kirishima is nice like that.
His hands move down for just a moment, just long enough to hook under the hem of Bakugou’s tank and pull it up. He allows the action, nearly sighing in relief as the fabric bunches up under his arms, neither of them caring enough right now to pull it all the way off. Which is okay, because as soon as Bakugou’s chest is exposed, Kirishima’s brain does shut down for a couple of seconds and he swears this must be how Kaminari feels when he overloads himself.
Bakugou is breathtaking.
On normal days, he’s already gorgeous. Kirishima could watch him for hours just moving around in daily life, knowing his own body so well and carrying himself with such confidence. He’s comfortable in his own skin in a way Kirishima can only wish for and that air makes Kirishima want even more than he already does.
But here, now, in these private moments between just the two of them, Kirishima cherishes. He’s the only one who ever gets to see Bakugou like this-- his hands clenched tight into the bedding, his cheeks pink with the color creeping down his neck, panting hard enough that with every sharp exhale his chest pushes up, near bouncing. He’s glowing in the dim lamp light of the bedroom, pale skin on display, presented just for him, and that has Kirishima practically drooling all over himself. He doesn’t miss how his nipples look all pretty pink, glossy with opaque white.
Bakugou allows himself to be vulnerable. He comes to Kirishima for help, whether that is with words or not, and Kirishima has never loved him more.
He doesn’t kiss him. He wants to, but doesn’t. Not yet.
“You have been playing with yourself!” Kirishima says, gleefully, at the sight of just how red and swollen Bakugou’s nipples are already. It cuts the tension in the room, makes the tightness Bakugou holds in his shoulders fall away, relaxing. He sucks at his teeth, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, ‘cause i’m fucking ready to burst, now get going or i’ll take care of myself!”
He won’t. He can’t. It’s not the same as what Kirishima can do. It’s just an empty threat, he’s not gone just yet.
But, he’s gone enough.
He’s not expecting Bakugou to grab him by the back of his head, fingers threaded tight into his washed-limp strands, and pull. There’s no bracing, he’s just pulled forward until his face his mashed within the valley of Bakugou’s chest, feeling soft mounds at either side of his cheeks. Kirishima isn’t sure, but he might be able to hear Bakugou moaning over his own noises. He can feel how quickly Bakugou’s heart is beating like this.
Kirishima grins, looking up at the other through his hair and the press of his chest. “So impatient.” He wraps his arms around Bakugou’s back and lifts.
Bakugou grunts as Kirishima man handles him into his lap, legs falling across either side of his hips. It lifts him up the few inches that Kirishima needs to not crane his neck down, giving him the near perfect angle to support Bakugou with a hold around his waist to keep him close and still press easily to his chest.
He wants to asks if he’s ready, but it’s clear that is beyond obvious, so Kirishima simply leans forward and wraps his mouth against Bakugou’s left nipple, and sucks.
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(Anonymous) 2018-09-05 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-13 01:22 am (UTC)(link)The pressure must have been building up for days now, because as soon as Kirishima seals his lips the first shot of milk hits his tongue. It’s not as sweet or thick as he figures women have, but then again he has nothing to compare it to except for the cow or soy milks he’s had in his life. It’s richer than he would have ever expected, has gotten a bit thicker in consistency since they’ve started and Kirishima likes to think that’s entirely his fault. He hopes it is. He wants Bakugou coming to him and knowing that it’s entirely his fault it builds up so quickly now.
His mouth is easily filled, swallowing down quickly while he licks, playing with Bakugou’s nipple, feeling as the next beads of milk fall at the swipe of his tongue before he starts up again.
“Ah-- Kirishima--” Bakugou’s voice already sounds broken. He can feel how Bakugou is shaking, trembling even as he holds Kirishima for what seems like support now. He’s groaning every time his tongue runs flat over his nipple, fingers tightening in Kirishima’s hair, moving, and suddenly it hits him that Bakugou is petting him.
Kirishima can’t help the groan that leaves his mouth, vibrations moving up Bakugou’s chest making him nearly purr. When he looks up through his lashes, Bakugou is looking down at him, red eyes dark and dewy looking, blown out and they’ve barely started. Normally, it takes a little longer, but Kirishima isn’t going to complain. He can already feel how hard his cock is in his sweatpants, throbbing as it arches up against the soft fabric.
He swallows the mouthful he has in his mouth before moving off from Bakugou’s chest, making sure his teeth scratch softly against the swollen red nipple so the boy above him shivers. He loves it. Kirishima rubs his cheek against Bakugou’s pec, feeling his skin get wet from a few drops he didn’t catch and the hands in his hair keep petting, the fingers having eased up to be a little softer, less forceful, and he thinks right now it’s safe enough to push his limits, see just how far Bakugou really is--
“I really like you milk,” he hums, turning his head to look up directly into Bakugou’s eyes. “Mommy.”
Above him, Bakugou’s breath hitches in his chest, a sharp inhale that doesn’t end in an exhaled curse or an explosion to the face, so Kirishima with his eyes still on the other opens his mouth wide and sweeps his tongue broad across the swell of Bakugou’s chest getting him wet with drool and milk, making his skin shine.
Bakugou jerks hard in his lap. Kirishima squeezes against his waist, holding him tight.
“K...Eijirou--”
“No,” Kirishima presses, a smirk spreading across his face. Bakugou bites hard at his lip. “What do you like to call me?”
He squeezes at his hips to help him along, encourage him as he squirms ever so slightly and Kirishima can feel Bakugou’s own hard-on bounce in his boxers.
Before he’s able to say it, Bakugou has the audacity to blush, cheeks blooming pink as if he’s not already in Kirishima’s lap, as if they’re both not hard and dripping, as if his tits aren’t out wet with spit and milk--
He finally breathes. “Baby, baby boy.”
This time, Kirishima curses. Soft as he rolls his hips, making sure Bakugou is aware of his dick, thrusting up against him before he darts his head down and latches on to the right nipple that’s been begging for his attention the entire time. He drinks deep.
Bakugou’s head snaps back, gasping as the first wave of milk flows out of his right side. “Baby,” he cries out, scratching lightly as Kirishima’s scalp. “Fuck, that’s so good, you’re so good to me Eijirou.”
Kirishima sucks harder in appreciation, feeling his chest tighten at Bakugou’s words and his soft tone of voice, something that he doubts anyone besides him has ever heard. It makes him feel special, feel important somehow to be in this room, alone beyond the two of them, with Bakugou stroking his hair and telling him what a good boy he’s being. It makes him want more, makes him crave it, makes him pull Bakugou up, flush against him with his knees pressing into the bed for support as Kirishima drinks from him.
One hand leaves his place on Bakugou’s side, coming up to massage at the other nipples, rubbing the tender flesh to keep it pebbled and hard. His thumb drags across every drop of milk that beads out, smearing it into Bakugou’s skin. He’s so soft under him, his pecs bouncing back with every push. Between all the soft creases Kirishima scraps his nail across the sensitive skin just to listen to Bakugou hiss or feel him jolt under his hands, holding his hair tight, call out more ‘baby boy’s and letting his words spill out unaware from his mouth.
“You’d do this all day if I let you, wouldn’t you?” he sighs, leaning forward so he has to curve his body ever so slightly, brushed the hair from Kirishima’s face. “Be good for mommy, suck me dry--”
Kirishima groans, thrusts, wanting, and Bakugou is making that purring sound again, presses his lips to Kirishima’s hairline. “You love being my good baby boy.”
He doesn’t notice until fingers are sliding into the waistband of his pants that Bakugou’s moved one of his hands, is pulling down until his cock springs free fully hard and wet with precum dripping down the sides. Bakugou looks down, down at his baby still sucking enthusiastically at his chest, down at how hard he is, how his fingers curl around him which makes Kirishima moan against his skin, tongue flicking, and they both shiver.
OP - [FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-13 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL] Re: Kiribaku, Breastfeeding [4/4]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-30 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)Bakugou’s palms are hot against him, searing against his already heated flesh. He doesn’t start immediately jerking him off, no, because they both want this to last and with how worked up both are if things move too quickly Kirishima will have finished before Bakugou runs out of milk. Besides, Bakugou is a tease.
His fingers just stroke gently over hard flesh, feeling from his tip, sweeping through beads of precum, down to the base, squeezing just hard enough to feel Kirishima groan against him, grip him a little harder, and then he’s moving further down to roll his balls in his palm.
It’s torture, the firm press that’s not really doing anything beyond touching. Kirishima can feel how his thighs tremble, how he so desperately wants to thrust up into Bakugou’s hand, to drive him on faster, make himself come as quickly as possible, but that’s not how this works. That’s not what Mommy would want.
Kirishima pulls back, panting hard, only leaving a few inches between his mouth and Bakugou flesh. He’s giving little kitten licks to his nipple in between taking in air, making sure his skin is clean of any residue. He nuzzles his nose up against Bakugou’s tit, humming happily as the fingers on his cock tighten.
“Mommy,” he breathes out, still pressing his face against soft skin. “This one’s all dried up-- just a little more, okay?”
It’s a question for them both. Of how long this was going to last, how long either of them would drag it out. Bakugou’s kept him on the edge longer then this before and Kirishima has sucked on Bakugou’s chest long enough that it starts to ache, that’s he’s got hickies and bite marks everywhere and he has to shove Kirishima away from him just to get relief.
He looks up into Bakugou’s eyes, red meeting red, and the look is returned with still something gentle. He must be tired, Kirishima thinks, he’s pushed himself for too long without this.
“Okay,” Bakugou sighs, removing his hand from Kirishima’s hair to grip his chin, lifting his head, and their lips meet in the middle.
It’s a soft press of lips against lips, nothing overly heated. Gentle in a way that makes Kirishima’s heart soar, because he’s allowed gentle from the other, he’s allowed and given and he thinks Bakugou’s never been more beautiful than when he’s like this. Open.
They fall apart after a moment, Kirishima moving to the other nipple still rosey and wet with milk. Bakugou licks his lips, tastes the faint flavor of himself on Kirishima’s tongue, before he returns his hold to the other’s hair and both of his hands press firmer.
The stream from Bakugou’s nipple is slower now, but still he sucks and pulls as much as he is able from his chest. He holds him at the waist, rolling his hips now as Bakugou starts finally stroking his cock, rubbing the precum down to make the glide easier and pull him closer to the edge.
Against his stomach, Bakugou is just as hard, just as wanting, but Kirishima has to finish this first before he can attend to anything else.
Every hard suction leaves Bakugou gasping now, growing sensitive as teeth keep grazing his skin a little too hard, as his skin starts to tingle from nerves. The hand on Kirishima grows clumsy with every flick of his tongue, squeezing at the head of his cock a little too hard which only leaves Kirishima moaning, thrusting up into the hand, wanting more.
“Baby-- baby, fuck--” Bakugou calls out, arching as he grinds down against Kirishima’s stomach, wanting his own release, pulling the boy’s hair so tight it makes his scalp sing. It’s too much all together and the milk is thin now against his tongue which means Bakugou is running low.
He can let go now, he thinks.
Kirishima moves quickly. He releases Bakugou’s nipple in an instant, lifting him up from his lap to push him down onto the bed, towering over him, caging him in.
In other circumstances, Bakugou would probably get out of his hold in a second, throw him from the bed, but all he does now is gasp loud as Kirishima takes over. Both hands are in his hair again, pulling hard as Kirishima growls low, pulls Bakugou’s pants down just low enough to get his cock out and wraps his hands around them both.
Bakugou throws his head back. “Fuck, yes!” he cries, sounding desperate now. “Make mommy come.”
It’s a demand and one that Kirishima is quick to obey.
He hold their cocks tight, jerking them both off while thrusting his hips, rubbing up along the side of Bakugou until he’s squirming. He can feel how tight his own stomach his, coiling with heat, and he’s positive Bakugou’s not far off.
Kirishima attacks his throat with his mouth, knowing how sensitive his chest is right now, he sucks marks into the pale collum of his neck instead. Bakugou’s pulling his hair so tight, he’s at the edge, he’s lost to the point Kirishima can smell burning, knowing it was Bakugou’s palms sparking against his head, seering his hair, and his dick throbs so hard he doesn’t even care right now.
When Kirishima sinks his teeth into tender flesh, it triggers everything, pushing Bakugou quickly over the edge as he bites down hard at his lip to fight back the scream he wants to admit, coming hot and hard all over Kirishima’s hand and his own stomach.
A few seconds later and a couple more hard thrusts against Bakugou’s spent cock, Kirishima comes too, groaning loud, the sound muffled against Bakugou’s neck. He holds himself long enough that his cock stops twitching, but then he’s falling, collapsing on top of Bakugou, both of them panting too hard to say anything for a few minutes.
The night around them is quiet beyond their heavy breathing. Kirishima can hear how quickly Bakugou’s heart flutters. There’s still hands in his hair, not pulling anymore, but petting with fingers combing through the strands.
His mind finally comes back to him long enough that he can lift his head and look down at Bakugou whose eyes are glazed over, blissed out, and distant.
Kirishima smiles. “Hey,” he nudges his cheek with his nose, pulling his body up so he isn’t crushing the other anymore. “You okay?”
Silence stretches for a moment, two, but then Bakugou blinks and he looks directly at Kirishima, focused. “Yeah,” he says, his voice starting to get that edge of bite back in it. One hand leaves Kirishima’s hair so he can massage at his chest, hissing softly at how sensitive he still feels from Kirishima’s mouth, but the tension and ache of fullness is gone. Kirishima notices how his cheeks start to grow pink all over again. Bakugou’s never been good at this part.
“Thanks.”
He’s proud of himself for not laughing like he wants. Instead, he leans down, presses a long kiss right below the center of Bakugou’s collar, right at the start of where his chest swells, where he can feel the thunder of his heart.
“Anytime.”
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