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Kirishima had her right where he wanted her—knees spread, back arched, her body trembling with need as he loomed behind her. Her hair was messy, sticking to her flushed face, but all she could do was whimper when he grabbed both her wrists and yanked them behind her back.
"Stay just like that, baby," he growled, voice low and thick with hunger. His palm wrapped around both her wrists, holding them easily in one massive hand while the other gripped her hip tight. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like this. Can’t get enough of watchin’ you fall apart.”
Bakugo snarled, panting. “Then hurry up and fuck me already.”
“Oh, I will,” he promised, cock dragging through her soaked folds before pushing in slow and deep. The stretch made her gasp — he was thick, hot, and absolutely unforgiving once he bottomed out. “But you’re gonna take it just how I want first.”
He started thrusting, hips snapping forward hard enough to rock her up the bed, his grip on her wrists and hip the only things keeping her grounded. The position made everything feel more intense — she couldn’t move, couldn’t touch, couldn’t brace herself. All she could do was take it.
And fuck, she loved it.
Every sharp thrust shoved her forward with a grunt, her back arching more as slick dripped down her thighs. Kirishima leaned over her, his chest brushing her spine, his breath hot on her ear.
“Feel how deep I am?” he whispered, grinding in just to feel her squirm. “You’re squeezin’ me so tight, Katsuki. You’re so fuckin’ good like this.”
Her moan cracked into a curse. “Shit—fuck, Kiri, don’t stop—!”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He kept her pinned, his grip bruising, his rhythm brutal and filthy. The sounds in the room were nothing but skin slapping skin, the slick mess between them, and her voice breaking as pleasure built fast and hot in her belly.
Kirishima let go of her wrists only to reach around and rub fast, tight circles over her clit, making her cry out loud. “Come on,” he urged, fucking her harder, relentless. “I wanna feel you come on my cock, baby. Give it to me.”
She did, body convulsing as her orgasm crashed through her. Her cry was wrecked, her thighs shaking violently while he kept thrusting through it, chasing his own.
When he finally came, it was with a low, guttural growl, spilling deep inside her while he buried himself to the hilt, holding her down as if he needed to keep her there forever.
She collapsed against the bed, face in the sheets, panting like she just ran a marathon.
Kirishima brushed the hair from her face gently, lips pressed to her shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
Bakugo smirked, voice hoarse. “Better than okay. Do it again.”