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I'm a slut for sweet first times, so here's a #Kiribaku first time for you all
CW: virginity, oral sex, rimming, fingering, anal sex, and soft gooey intimate vanilla sex
(I don't usually beta read stuff so sorry for any mistakes)
CW: virginity, oral sex, rimming, fingering, anal sex, and soft gooey intimate vanilla sex
(I don't usually beta read stuff so sorry for any mistakes)
Kirishima and Bakugou have been dating for roughly 7 months now. Their dynamics didnât change much from when they were just friends.
They would still study together (and Kirishima would still be smacked on the head for every wrong answer), Bakugouâs nicknames for Kirishima were still the same, they went to class together and sparred as always, +
and as they have the same group of friends even the hangouts were the same. The only difference is that it is now normal for them to sleep on the same bed regularly and make out as much as possible.
And Kirishima felt like something was off.
When people start dating their relationship should feel different than of a friendship. Otherwise people wouldnât date as itâs easier to just have friends. So, what is it missing?
Kirishima knows the answer.
Sex.
Sex is missing.
Sex.
Sex is missing.
They always have long and exciting make out sessions but it would always stop there. Nothing else ever happened, everytime he tried to make advances he's always stopped promptly by Bakugou and his characteristic scowl.
Eijirou is starting to feel like Bakugou is only dating him because of the comfort or something like that. Is he not a good boyfriend? Or did Bakugou never feel physical attraction towards him? Maybe he is asexual.
Kirishima never asked anything because he felt like he was intruding on something Bakugou might not want to talk about, and if he one day he felt like telling the redhead something then he would be all ears.
But now?
It is really getting under his skin. He keeps rewinding every time his advances are rejected to understand if he did something wrong, or if Bakugou was even giving some signs that he never wants to have sex.
It is really getting under his skin. He keeps rewinding every time his advances are rejected to understand if he did something wrong, or if Bakugou was even giving some signs that he never wants to have sex.
But every time, there was nothing. No sign, nothing clearly wrong. Kirishima was always careful and gentle when touching him, always trying to give him time to process his intentions.
He obviously didnât know what to do after touching his leg or trying to make the blond sit on his lap, but he knew they could figure it out together, every couple does that. So, what the hell is wrong?
They have to talk about this.
They have to talk about this.
With pure determination, and a little bit of shaky hands and cold sweat, the redhead headed to Bakugouâs room. What could go wrong, right? Heâs just going to ask his boyfriend if his physical appearance repulsed him or something like that.
Nothing wrong, couples have to talk about their feelings and Kirishima was feeling many things he doesnât want to.
He shakily knocked on the door even knowing that by he didnât need to. Bakugou was surely sat on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone and probably getting ready for bed.
Yes, it was 7PM.
Yes, he absolutely was already putting his pjâs shorts on.
Kirishima heard the voice behind the door tell him to come in, and he did.
Yes, he absolutely was already putting his pjâs shorts on.
Kirishima heard the voice behind the door tell him to come in, and he did.
âWhy do you still knock hair for brains? You know exactly what Iâm doing dumbass, just come inâ
Kirishima was still very much on edge so he only managed to let out a nervous laugh.
/Stick to the plan, you can do it/.
Kirishima was still very much on edge so he only managed to let out a nervous laugh.
/Stick to the plan, you can do it/.
He sat on the edge of the blondeâs bed and scooted closer to him, leaning on the wall. This was very comfortable for them already, so Bakugou layed his head on his shoulder and let out a tired breath.
âTired?â Kirishima started to feel less nervous as this is their usual, and he always loved how vulnerable Bakugou let himself look to him. He lifted his left arm and put it around Bakugouâs shoulder so he could brush his fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.
âSort of. Just kind of drained after practice today, nothing newâ
The blond lifted his head to look at Kirishima and brush their lips lightly. The redhead took the opportunity to lead his hand to the nape of Bakugouâs head and pull his lips back onto his, with more force.
Suddenly feeling really nervous again he licked Bakugouâs lips, trying to push his tongue inside, not actually meeting any resistance.
Their tongues met one another for yet a very known dance for both of them as they changed positions to be sat more comfortably for the kiss, Bakugou slightly pushing his right leg to be on top of Kirishimaâs.
And this was it, the perfect opportunity.
The redhead lead his right hand to Bakugouâs leg and almost timidly drew small circles on his knee with his thumb, as the other hand pulled Bakugou closer, even when it seemed impossible.
Their kiss rapidly got heated up, and he took the opportunity to travel his hand up the blondeâs leg, reaching the hem of Bakugouâs shorts and not wasting any time to put his hand inside.
And he knew this was the exact moment their kiss would terminate. He felt the otherâs back stiffen before Bakugou abruptly cut the kiss short and put his hands on Kirishimaâs chest, gasping for air.
The kiss swollen lips converted into a pout as he turned his very much red face away from the redhead. That was the time. He had to say something, and it must be now.
âWhy?â was the only thing he could manage to say. He had a whole speech prepared in his head, but the make out session probably burned some of his sensible neurons.
âWhy what?â he shouldâve expected that. Bakugouâs going to pretend nothing was wrong, going to pretend he didnât just shove Kirishima away from him after being touched.
âWhy wonât you let me touch you?â Bakugouâs scowl grew deeper as the red of his cheeks traveled all the way down to his naked torso.
âWhat the fuck do you mean shitty hair? We touch each other all the time. You are literally touching me right now dumbassâ
âThis is not what I mean Katsuki. And you know that because you are not even close to being stupid. Weâve been dating for months now and all we do is kiss. Is there something wrong with me?â
His short outburst of confidence didnât last long as he started to feel his chest tighten at the thought that the problem would actually be him.
âWhat? Are you growing more stupid? Of course thereâs nothing wrong with you shithead.â The blondeâs voice grew louder and the blush on his face turned into a deeper red. He was mad.
âWhy then? Whatâs going on Katsuki? I really need to know âcause I actually donât understand absolutely anything by now and all I can do is feel restless and think you have reservations about our relationshipâ
âItâs not that.â Bakugou turned his face away once again a looked at his hands as he found some interesting thread on his light blanket. Kirishima kept looking at him knowing very well if he wasnât going to say anything, then no words would change his mind now.
So, he waited.
So, he waited.
âI justâŠâ he was still fiddling with the thread trying to muster the courage to say something. âI freak out because I donât know what to do. I know weâve all seen porn but we also know thatâs not real. So, what the fuck am I supposed to do?â
Oh
Ok, he felt the same way. /Thank God/.
Ok, he felt the same way. /Thank God/.