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Patreon Compilation – Fic#271 – Kirishima/Bakugo – fisting; descriptions of his loose hole – Trust Exercises
🕑 Added 2024-02-07 06:04:43 +0000 UTCKirishima/Bakugo – Continuation of Reward Drabble – Kirishima gets really in there all while in awe over how manly Bakugo is...
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Kirishima nearly breaks his nose twice in his haste to get the good lube into the bedroom; just because Bakugo just keeps egging him on to go faster and if he doesn’t pay proper attention to him right the fuck now he will go and call goddamn idiot Deku to punch fuck his asshole.
“I swear to fucking everything that is holy, Kirishima-”
“I’m here! I’m here!” Kirishima launches himself onto the bed, making Bakugo bounce and almost loose his balance. Under his breath he mutters: “You’re so manly like this…”
Bakugo tells him to shut the fuck up and get on with it but at this point his cantankerous personality is a love letter to Kirishima. Just as much as his soft, sloppy hole that practically blooms open when it is getting stuffed with three fingers at once.
It’s as good as stuffing Bakugo’s mouth would be, in any case because he gets nice and quiet for a few minutes. He’s rocking backwards all the same, trying to feed himself more fingers and get more stretch before Kirishima wants to give it to him.
Of course he knows that Bakugo can take more – much more – but it is difficult to really fuck the energy out of him (super manly) so he tries his best to drag it all out as much as possible. Also, he just loves how soft Bakugo’s hole is when it is getting stretched out to its limits.
“This is so hot,” Kirishima whispers under his breath as he gently slips both his little finger and his thumb into Bakugo without any problem. He’s up to his knuckles inside his boyfriend’s hole and it just stretches borderline effortlessly for him. Bakugo sighs like he is on the verge of falling asleep and not about to have a fist inside his intestines.
Kirishima rotates his hand, pressing his thick, rough knuckles into the soft, pudgy muscle of Bakugo’s hole.
When he pulls back out and lets it shrink again somewhat, the rim is already starting to obscenely pout outward. That’s some hot shit as well. When he can play with Bakugo’s useless, fucked-out rim after fisting him within an inch of his life; the muscle jiggly and without any tension.
Bakugo gets restless when the stretch isn’t where he needs it to be, so Kirishima quickly starts pushing back in just to avoid another explosion. He does want to fist him, after all. He wants to do a lot more to him, even. He wants to do things that he does not think are even physically possible.
He just wants to stuff so much into him; see how wide his body is willing to stretch for that filling; for that kick that will let him get off hard enough to pass out. ‘Cause Bakugo has been known to do that. Which is so fucking hot in and off itself-
“Shit, everything you do is just so hot and manly,” Kirishima says in a whiney voice. He shifts around a little, trying to alleviate the pressure on his own dick. If he is really lucky, Bakugo will let him stick it into his absolutely wrecked hole afterwards and jerk off into the loose, useless channel.
“S-stop talking,” Bakugo snaps back. Or he tries to snap back, but his voice is already starting to get high and brittle. He bounces his hips backwards, attempting to force Kirishima deeper inside.
… And Kirishima follows suit, obviously. It’s not like he can drag it out indefinitely. Not when he can start to smell the glycerin in Bakugo’s sweat as he gets more and more worked up. It’s kind of… well, dangerous to fuck Bakugo. The more excited he gets, the sweatier he becomes, and a single spark could –
Kirishima inches closer. He pushes his hand gently into Bakugo until his rim slips across the meatiest part on the heel of his hand and wraps around his wrist. Just like that he is inside him. The feeling is indescribable – especially since it is so laughably easy to fist Bakugo.
He doesn’t need any drawn-out prep because he’s been a nasty slut for years now, egging Kirishima on to stretch him more and more…
With one slightly trembling hand, Kirishima spreads more slick onto his forearm. Just as a precaution, you see – then slowly curls his hand into a fist inside Bakugo’s soft, silky insides.
Bakugo gurgles when he feels that, his back arching down again, ass lifting up higher. Kirishima wonders, as he so often does, how it feels to have a whole fucking fist up one’s ass. Especially Kirishima who has big, rough hands…
“Fuck me,” Bakugo rasps. He twists his head, peering behind him with a gaze that looks just shy of unhinged. “Punch my fucking guts, dude!”
Kirishima shudders. The shit Bakugo says sometimes just hits a special spot inside him that gets him going. His cock flexes, a long, trembling string of pre-cum slowly dripping from the swollen tip. Parts of his body start turning hard as he loses control over his Quirk.
“Yeah… yeah, okay,” he whispers breathlessly. Shifting, he slips closer so he can fuck his erection against the back of Bakugo’s thigh while he starts to move his arm. A tiny back-and-forth motion, dragging his balled up fist through Bakugo’s insides and pulling them back just enough to make him feel the intense stretch of his hole again and again.
Bakugo gurgles into the bedding. He sounds like he is choking on his own tongue, his skin flushing into a glistening, pig-like shade of pink while he is forced to stay nice and still for whatever Kirishima is doing to him.
It never gets old, watching him struggle through wrapping his head around the intense stretch that he is going through.
Kirishima’s eyes are locked on the sight of his hole. Whenever he pushes back in to let Bakugo’s rim relax around his wrist, he can already see how intensely loose it is. How the muscle is just pouting outward, weakly grasping on to his arm and capitulating before whatever stretch Kirishima puts it through.
He twists his arm until he can dig his knuckles right into Bakugo’s prostate. It’s rude and too hard but exactly what Bakugo apparently needs: he howls like an animal, his insides clamping down like a vice on Kirishima’s fist while his rim can only twitch weak and pathetic. It has been trained into a useless little orifice by the two of them; a loose mouth that can take a cock any time of day without putting up any kind of resistance.
Kirishima can feel himself starting to sweat as well. His cock begins aching. He wants to fuck Bakugo so badly- So he twists his wrist and starts to massage Bakugo’s prostate with his knuckles. A relentless back-and-forth motion that keeps a consistent, mean pressure on his sweet spot and makes Bakugo babble like a parrot.
He spews some filth that has Kirishima’s ears glowing. He listens, though; and he gives Bakugo a reach-around, fingers fumbling with his boyfriend’s slippery wet cock until he finally gets them wrapped around the shaft and giving him one pump, two… and Bakugo explodes.
Not literally, thankfully. He shoots off like a rocket, though no actual fire is involved. Kirishima can feel how his dick is pumping out fat load after fat load. He can also feel his insides clenching on his fist so hard that he carefully stretches his fingers back out just so Bakugo wouldn’t inadvertently hurt himself.
Kirishima waits a minute or two, listening to Bakugo’s exhausted, heavy breathing before he slowly pulls his hand back out of him. It is accompanied by a wet squelch that slithers down his spine and directly into his cock.
“That’s like… that’s like the manliest thing I’ve ever seen, dude,” he says breathlessly, eyes on the absolutely ruined gape of Bakugo’s hole. It is wide open, the rim almost curled like a loose ribbon. He can see inside him. Those deep red, glistening walls of his intestines, clenching down whenever Bakugo tries to actually make his hole close up.
Which it doesn’t. It just stays open, lewdly inviting Kirishima to fuck inside. He can’t simply ignore that, can he?
His thumbs hook into his boyfriend’s hole, holding the gape even farther open for his dick to slide in. His ears are burning with excitement. He can’t believe he can slide his cock in and the first thing he actually feels of the cunt is the squishy walls inside. He can’t remember the last time Bakugo’s hole has been this ruined.
He keeps playing with the sloppy, stretched-out rim while he fucks the other on sharp and fast thrusts, chasing his own orgasm while Bakugo is out to the world from his earlier orgasm. He does not even grunt; simply takes it like he can feel Kirishima just as little as his hole is currently responsive to him.
It’s an absolute wet-dream come true and Kirishima can’t help his broad, sharp-toothed grin the whole time he rabbit fucks into Bakugo.
He thinks again of one of his secret fantasies; of them falling asleep while his fist is inside Bakugo. He wonders if tonight is the night that Bakugo is fucked out enough that he can ask him about it…
