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Kirishima twisted uncomfortably at the dining table. She put her phone down on the table and reached behind her, adjusting her bra.
“Hey y’alright?” Sero asked. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and looked at Kirishima, scrutinizing her.
Kirishima blanched, “Y-yuh-yeah! My bra strap s’tangled up I think... Help a brother out?” Sero nodded and got up. She walked over to behind Kirishima’s chair and yanked up Kirishima’s shirt.
Bakugou, who had been calmly watching this whole situation, flushed red as Kirishima’s toned back and shoulder muscles were exposed. She also felt rage boil up in her gut. “No one but me should be able to rip Eli’s clothes of like that!”
Sero untangled Kirishima’s bra straps and strap-snapped her once for good measure. Kirishima mumbled a thank you and went back to distractedly scrolling through her phone. She kept scrolling faster and faster until she stopped. Sero obviously didn’t notice. “She’s probably high...” Bakugou noted. Kirishima stuffed her phone in her pocket and quickly got up from the table. She knocked her chair over as she stood and ran off toward the elevator.
“Shit shit shit this cannot be happening!” Kirishima mumbled as she ran. God, her tits hurt so bad. Sure it was a bad choice to wait, but it would’ve been weird if she didn’t hang around the commons before bed. A warm hand grabbed her wrist forcefully. Her quirk activated and a small explosion popped against her hardened skin. “Suki...” she thought happily.
“I’m hitting the sack so I’ll catch the elevator with you,” Bakugou explained. The two speed-walked to the elevator, and Kirishima slammed her fist into the button to shut the doors. As they began their ascension, Kirishima’s composure fell like a sack of bricks.
“Aww hell ‘Suki... I- I need you to”
“I know what I need to do, Hair for Brains. I need to suck your tits ‘cause you’re a dumb fucking cow that likes having her tits swelled up with milk.”
“Hey I don’t like it at all!” Kirishima protested. Bakugou slammed her against the elevator door. Kirishima’s back arched against the hand rail. Bakugou’s hand slithered up under Kirishima’s shirt. She placed it so that her fingers curled around Kirishima’s side and her thumb rested dangerously close to Kirishima’s nipple.
“Oh baby I know you adore when I suck your tits. You love feeling my... hot breath,” Bakugo moved closer, whispering into Kirishima’s ear, “on your nipples as I drink Mommy’s milk like a good little girl.” Kirishima moaned and closed her thighs tight. She grinded against herself to release some pent up tension, but Bakugou grabbed her thigh and ripped her legs apart.
“Nuh-Uh, Mommy you’ve been working so hard,” Bakugou sunk to her knees and placed her cheek on Kirishima’s inner thigh, “Why don’t you let your little girl handle you tonight?”
“Oh please baby, you’re so good to me.” Kirishima whined. Her knees buckled slightly, as the elevator stopped. Bakugou easily snapped up to attention and waltzed out of the elevator.
“Clothes off and lay on your back.” Bakugou commanded. Kirshima stripped off her pants and shirt without hesitation. Bakugou gave her a look, saying, “All your clothes.” Kirishima turned away as she slipped her underwear off.
“That won’t do and you know it bitch,” Bakugou cursed. She grabbed Kirishima by the shoulders and tore off her bra, throwing it to the side. She pulled back and looked at Kirishima, scrutinizing every inch, curve, imperfection, and straight edge. Her face softened.
“You’re beautiful and I love you...”
“Did a pretty girl make you soft, Blasty?” Kirishima spit with no venom, but Bakugou was easy to manipulate.
“You’ll pay for that.” She open palmed grabbed Kirishima’s tit and shoved her backwards into the bed. As Kirishima scrambled to purchase, Bakugou climbed into top do her and sat backwards.
She smiled wryly, “You’re not some ‘pretty girl’ y’know. You’re a cow, dripping with milk and writhing between my legs.”
Bakugou leaned forward and whispered in Kirishima’s ear, “You’re being a good sexy pet for your little girl, though.” She pushed her lips onto Kirishima’s. Kirishima moaned into Bakugou’s mouth and reach down to shove her hand between her thighs. Kirishima’s slender fingers made contact with her clit and pleasure erupted into every cell in her body. She squirmed and accidentally bit down onto Bakugou’s bottom lip.
Bakugou pulled her knee back and forcefully rammed it into Kirishima’s knuckles. Kirishima writhed in pain and pleasure as her fingers flattened against her clit. Bakugou violently rocked backwards.
“What the fuck was that? Huh? Guess you wouldn’t know, stupid fucking cow. Naughty girls don’t get to jack off,” Bakugou spit. She wiped some blood from her inner lip onto her thumb. She stared daggers at the droplet, before wiping it on Kirishima’s nipple. Kirishima cried out in pleasure at the contact, and tears beaded up in her eyes. “Fuck this is good so fucking good!” Kirishima thought. Bakugou leaned forward and licked from the bottom of the curve of Kirishima’s breast up to her nipple. The contact stimulated the milk, which instantly seeped out faster. It was thin and watery but if they gave it a few more seconds it would thicken up. Bakugou sucked long and hard and milk filled her mouth. Bakugou’s mind swam. They knew that Kirishima’s milk was kind of like and aphrodisiac but Bakugou don’t know this shit was that potent.
Pure unbridled ecstasy pooled in Bakugou’s stomach, or maybe a little below that, and she instantly knew these underwear were bust.
“Dirty cows get to watch their little girls j-jack off.” Bakugou panted as she reached her hands down below her underwear waistband. Kirishima sat up as Bakugou flopped backwards on weak knees. Bakugou was three fingers deep in herself, open mouth panting and moaning, when Kirishima’s tit mysteriously flopped into her mouth.
Now there was no denying the Kirishima had a rack like no other: Solid DD’s that fit in around three of all bras in the world. Bakugou was very very accustomed to those specific boobs, but no matter how many times she saw them they still shocked her. Bakugou whimpered lewdly and swirled her tongue around Kirishima’s engorged nipple. She also curled the three fingers inside herself slowly, one at a time, and began to suck on Kirishima’s nip.
Kirishima’s milk was thicker now, rich and sweet. As the aphrodisiac slide down Bakugou’s throat, her body craved more. She sucked harder. Bakugou fucked herself harder on her fingers, scissoring and stretching herself.
“God baby I’m so close... I ha hah haven’t even touched myself, yet.
You’re so fucking good, baby. So good for Mommy,” Kirishima moaned. She reached her hand around to the back of Bakugou’s head and gripped her hair tight.
She squished Bakugou’s face into her boob and urged, “Go ahead baby, drink up for m-muh Ahh! We’re a-almost done baby. Drink up Mommy’s milk. All of it.”
Bakugou’s fourth finger curled inside of herself and she pulled back from Kirishima with a scream of pleasure. Her body pulsed with white-hot ecstasy as she came. The edges of her vision blurred as she flopped on her back and rode out her orgasm.
Kirishima came moments after. She fingered herself as she rode out her own orgasm. Whatever naughty girls could and couldn’t do wasn’t taken into consideration. She thumped down next to Bakugou in bed and placed her not-used-to-jerk-off-hand on Bakugou’s inner thigh.
The couple sat in silence to a few seconds before Bakugou gestured to Kirishima’s tits and asked, “They all good?”
Kirishima snorted,”‘all good’?”
“Shut the fuck up! You know what I mean, asshole!”
Kirishima sighed, “Yeah they are.. thanks to you technically.” They caught their breath for a few more moments.
“Was I good? I wasn’t too mean, r-right?” Bakugou asked quietly. “Who the fuck asks if they were good! That’s so frickin’ stupid!” Kirishima smiled wryly and closed her eyes.
“You were amazing. We’ll definitely have to pull out ‘dumb fucking cow’ again sometime... but yes, you were,” Kirishima paused and snickered again, “perfect for Mommy.” Bakugou yelled and set off and explosion in Kirishima’s face.
“You say that again and I’ll fucking kill you!” She swore in faux anger. Truth be told, this was the happiest she’d been in a while.