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It's two hours after Halloween and the neighborhood is void of trick or treaters. The only sound echoing down the dimly lit streets is the laughter of four friends.
While the four only just left the bar, the party is far from over. As intoxicated as they already are, this doesn't stop Kaminari and Sero from sharing a joint while they walk, linked at the elbows. Ashido follows a few paces behind on the sidewalk, adding her input on whatever inappropriate thing they're jabbering about. Kirishima, who's lagging behind Ashido, is having trouble paying attention to the conversation, most of his focus is on keeping up with his friends' excited pace. That, and adjusting the costume that's uncomfortably glued to his body with sweat.
To get into the Halloween spirit, Kirishima's friends had all decided to coordinate their costumes—which was fine. Kirishima wasn't exactly for or against the idea; he agreed because he knew it would make his friends happy.
He didn't mind what they chose—at least not at first.
"I think I want an excuse to dress as a nun this year," Ashido had been the one to suggest the idea. "Something about nuns is... kinda hot?"
"Oh, I like it!” Kaminari added with bright, inspired eyes, “Then I can go as an angel!""Can I dress up as the pope then? Or is that too offensive?" Sero asked with an inquisitive raise to his brow.
Ashido snorted at that. "Well yeah, probably—but it'd also be hilarious!"
The three had then turned to look at Kirishima, who rubbed the back of his neck with uncertainty."Uh, I guess... I could go as a priest or something?" he offered.
So it was settled, and although Kirishima was maybe a little unsure about it, he figured he could manage a single night. Or that's what he initially thought at least, until his eyes nearly popped from his skull when Ashido showed him the costumes she ordered online.Ashido's outfit was certainly a nun costume —emphasis on costume because a real nun wouldn't be caught dead wearing such little clothing. Kaminari's angel outfit was even worse—it looked more suited as an advertisement for lingerie than as a Halloween costume. On the other hand, Sero's was revealed to be a little less sultry and more humorous. While it had the regular signifying robes and miter of a pope, and was otherwise quite realistic, underneath was also a pair of fishnets, sleek high heels, and a garter belt. Sero planned to raise the garb and flash his legs freely throughout the night, catching onlookers off guard.This gave Kirishima a bit of hope—that maybe his costume wouldn't be quite as revealing as the other two—a little more comfortable, even. Until Ashido finally revealed the picture of the priest costume and his jaw dropped.
It was nothing more than a sleeveless mesh top and black booty shorts. The only part that really correlated with the religious theme, was the white collar and the thick white cross directly on the crotch of the black shorts. He swallowed thickly and nodded, not wanting to object and ruin their glee.When he'd finally tried on the outfit for the first time, alone in his room, he felt like his body was on fire from how hard he blushed. The shorts were so tight they left nothing to the imagination, his bulge practically making the printed white cross look 3D. He could see every curve of muscle under the mesh of the top, the texture of the fabric making his nipples stick up obscenely. It's not that Kirishima had any issues being shirtless in public, or hell, even naked around other people in the locker rooms. He's comfortable with the work he's put into his body.
But this costume—it felt pornographic.
Still, Kirishima wore it—though he added a few of his own 'customizations'. He added a black blazer over the mesh top, low enough that the white collar still stuck out. He also pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, which wasn't an issue to fit over the thin booty shorts—they were practically just underwear anyways.
He used the excuse of not wanting to get cold during the walk to the bar, which appeased his friends enough that they didn't pressure him too much. At least not until they walked inside.
Ashido had reached behind Kirishima, sliding the blazer off of his shoulders. But she let him keep the pants on at least, and once he had a few drinks in him, the self consciousness slowly became a quieted noise in the back of his head. Despite the discomfort of the costume, he still managed to have fun.
Dancing wasn't something he was good at, but he gave it his all when his friends shuffled to the dance floor. And at one point Sero kicked everyone's ass at beer pong, causing onlookers to respond to his "Hallelujah" anytime he made a shot with a chorus of "Amen!"
While they dressed as saints, their night turned out nothing short of sinful. Kirishima cheered on Kaminari and Sero when they took their chances at the slot machines in the corner of the club. Ashido showed off her cleavage to the bartender to snag some free drinks to which Kirishima gave her a congratulatory high five. At one point Sero and Kaminari disappeared outside for a "smoke", but when they returned Kaminari's makeup was smeared and the two had a certain glow that a cigarette could never achieve.
All in all, it was a good night. And when two in the morning rolled around, none of them had wanted the party to end. So now they find themselves venturing the city, riding the buzz of alcohol and excitement.Briefly they had discussed bringing the party back to someone's dorm room—either Kaminari or Sero's. But the group quickly found themselves sidetracked, wandering wherever the roads took them—a long detour back to the dorms.
This is when they stumbled on an old church. A tall building, paint and wood falling apart and rotting from age. Kaminari is the one to point it out with a gasp of excitement when stomping out the butt of his joint. Running up to the ominous metal gate, he wraps his fingers around the bars and bounces excitedly. " Guys —we need to get in there! Pictures in a church would be so cool!"
Sero and Ashido are almost immediately on board, but Kirishima hesitates as he reads the no trespassing sign.
He might still be drunk, but he purposely tried to drink a little less than the others for situations exactly like this. There needs to be a voice of reason in every friend group after all. (Unfortunately he's not the most convincing.)"Dude, that no trespassing sign is probably there for a reas—hey, wait!" Kirishima tries, but Kaminari is already jumping the fence, Sero not far behind. He looks to Ashido for help, but she's too busy unhooking Sero's robes where they are caught in the chainlink before following right after him.
Kirishima doesn't have much other choice than to follow, wanting to make sure his friends don't hurt themselves. While he adds his two cents where he can, the others are too excited, brushing him off for the thrill of exploration.
The church is much bigger than Kirishima originally thought, especially when standing directly in front of it. And the front door, to his dismay, is unlocked. The thought of catching on fire upon stepping inside momentarily crosses Kirishima's mind, but the momentary worry isn't enough to stop him from following the others.
The inside of the church somehow looks worse than the outside, and Kirishima makes an effort to step gingerly when he hears the floorboards creak threateningly below his feet.
Maybe it's the worry he feels for his friends, or the fact the church looks like something out of a horror film, but he can't seem to shake his anxiety as he watches them explore between the crooked pews. A large cross at the front of the chapel hangs tipped upside down, and the sounds of the crumbling interior makes it seem like the building is breathing.
Ashido tosses an old bible Kirishima's way, making him yelp and scramble to catch the dusty thing. "Hey, loosen up!" she giggles, "We're just having some fun."He gives her a small smile, but it's dampened by his lingering uncertainty. The smile completely falls away as he then watches Ashido lose her balance and stumble off the bench she had been perched on. Kirishima manages to catch her, but also still drunk, he nearly loses his own balance in the process.
Ashido giggles her thanks as she rights herself before stumbling to the pulpit where Sero stands, delivering an improvised sermon to Kaminari about safe sex.
"Ah, Sister Ashido!" Sero calls towards Ashido's approach, "Would you care to join our sermon?"
"Of course! What are we preaching today, Holy Father?" She asks a little breathy, feigning innocence. For a moment Kirishima thinks he’s about to witness a porno with the way Ashido plays along, all in some good perverted fun. The "Holy Father" asks "Sister Ashido" to give examples of how "god expects his clergy to copulate.” She improvises her response, listing off a handful of obscene sex acts without sparing any detail and delivering every line with a tone of exaggerated innocence. Kaminari giggles at the imagery.Kirishima tries his best to enjoy the humour—but he can't shake the feeling that there's something… off with this place. He's momentarily distracted from his worry when Sero calls on him.
"Father Kirishima! The Lord has asked that you step up! Rise to his call!" the way he boasts with all of his chest sounds uncomfortably akin to a real preacher—the serious demeanor is only ruined when he cracks a mischievous smile. "He has asked that you help Sister Ashido demonstrate these holy acts to inform this sexy, naive angel." Kaminari nods in agreement to this sentiment.
"And if this clergyman is gay?" Kirishima asks, a small crack in his voice. The nerves that hit him weren't from the sexually charged jokes—he's used to his friends acting like this on the regular. They're comfortable around each other, and he'll forever think that's great—normally, he would even go along with it to see how the joke would play out. But right now he can't shake the odd shift to the air, or the impending feeling of doom. The way the floor creaks loudly under every foot fall and how their voices echo around the high ceilings, traveling so far that by the time the sound returns it’s distorted and unrecognizable..."He is okay with that!" Sero proclaims, causing Ashido to snicker. "He also says that you may demonstrate with me instead!"
Kirishima begins to step forward with a half hearted smile—willing to put aside the off feelings in favour of embracing the joke. Then he stills, feeling an odd shift underneath him. It's accompanied by a loud groan from the old floor boards. In the moment, he blames the sudden feeling of being off balance on the alcohol… then his eyes grow wide with alarm.
"We should go—we shouldn't—" Kirishima tries to inform of the impending danger, but Ashido cuts him off.
"C'mon! We're just joking around!" She pouts, seeming to think Kirishima's worry was about their little game, and not the structural integrity of the building. "If god has a problem with us, then—he can strike me down!" She declares, directing her challenge skyward and swaying slightly with the movement.
God doesn't strike her down. But to Kirishima's horror, this declaration is the moment the floor decides to give out underneath him. It must be a coincidence, but that doesn't change the way his stomach drops in fear from the fall. In the moment, it truly feels like he's plummeting into the pits of hell. Only he doesn't meet fire and brimstone — just a very hard ground.
He sits up with a hiss of pain, rubbing his lower back and hip. His ass is going to be painful to sit on tomorrow, no doubt.He squints in the darkness, trying to find the source of his friends' panicked voices, which are calling down to him from the hole he fell through. He hears Sero warning the other two, keeping them back and away from the hole for fear of anyone else falling through.
"I'm okay!" Kirishima called up after checking himself for injuries. He doesn't think he was so drunk that he wouldn't be able to feel a broken bone—hopefully. "Just—be careful up there!"
"We're gonna try to find something for you to climb up!" Ashido informs."No!" He calls back, squinting through the darkness in search of anything useful, "I mean—there's gotta be a way up, right? Stairs or something?"
"We could call the fire department?" Kaminari suggests a little quieter.
"Dude, no way!" is Sero's input, “If the cops find out we were trespassing we'll be fucked."Ashido groans in frustration, "Who cares! What matters is getting Eijiro out."
"Guys!" Kirishima interjects, trying to console, "It will be okay! Just... Just don't do anything reckless, okay? I'm gonna... " This time he takes his phone out, shining the light on his screen around the space. "I'm gonna... take a look around and see if I can find a way up first, alright?"
He stands, brushing the dust from his pants and coat. He waves his phone light around in search of an exit, shadows bouncing with the movement of the beam and making him feel not so alone in the dark. Old desks and chairs, most broken, stand stacked on top of each other, causing a tripping hazard. Really, it's some sort of luck (or maybe a miracle) Kirishima hadn't landed on any. Behind him stands a long hallway that leads to God knows where—hopefully up.
"If I'm not back in thirty minutes, then you can call the fire department!" he calls up.The hallway ahead is an L section with a door at the end of the joint. Kirishima tries the handle and is disappointed to find a musky storage closet instead of a set of stairs. He continues around the bend. Still drunk, he only manages to bump his knee into a few things. But also in his defense—it's hard to see much anyway.As he continues deeper into the basement, that impending sense of doom only seems to grow stronger. But he doesn't have much of a choice except to keep moving forward.
The hall leads to another open room, only instead of being filled with broken furniture and a thick layer of dust... this one almost seems clean. Recently used even. Which makes Kirishima's chest tighten with anxiety.
That anxiety turns into a spike of fear when his light lands on a big, chalk drawn pentagram in the center of the cement floor, five unlit candles sitting at each corner of the star.
Kirishima freezes and swallows thickly, pointing the light into every corner of the room, expecting to see someone standing in the shadows. When he doesn't find any animal sacrifices or glinting eyes staring back at him, he relaxes a little. But not completely. There is after all, still a huge pentagram on the floor that's made Kirishima's blood run cold.All his worries since first stepping foot in the church seem centered in this very room.
Not far from the pentagram is a long table with papers scattered across, as well as a small desk with some chairs. He approaches cautiously, his curiosity winning over his apprehension. Unlike the last room, this one has no traces of dust, and to further confirm someone was here recently, there are some empty takeout containers left behind. Books and papers are scattered over nearly every surface. On the center of the long table, Kirishima notices a very old book that's a little larger than the others. And while the other books sit closed, this one is laid open.
Kirishima blinks, rubbing his eyes when he also realizes this book appears to... glow.
Nothing apparent, in fact Kirishima can only assume it's a trick of the light—or rather lack of light. The glow is faint, like a glowstick at the end of its life. He feels almost drawn to it, like a man possessed, flashing his light on the open page to discover a written... poem? A letter? He's not sure what it means, but he finds himself unconsciously reading the writing out loud.
The last line has different handwriting, and nothing but a name. Kirishima finishes reading quietly saying, "Katsuki... Bakugo."
The moment the name leaves his lips, the candles on the floor and tables light on their own accord. Kirishima, busy shaking himself out of whatever trance he fell in, shakes his head in drunk confusion. At first he doesn't seem to notice the candles, or the new presence in the room.
"Who the fuck are you? You're not Deku." A gravelly voice snaps behind his back, causing him to round. The first thing Kirishima sees is a pair of bright, glowing red eyes, sharp and dangerous. It feels like they're staring into his soul.
Immediately, Kirishima raises his hands defensively, accidentally dropping his phone. This causes light from the device to shine up into his face, making him squint and miss any details about whoever is standing in front of him.
"Sorry, sorry! I didn't know someone was living here!" He defends, silently praying he didn't accidentally walk into the lair of a serial killer.
"You didn't answer me—who the fuck are you?" the voice growls again, growing more fierce and impatient.
"I'm no one! Just someone who got lost—I'm just leaving, honest!" Kirishima scrambles to pick up his phone and make a break for it. But a fist curls into his blazer, lifting him upright and pushing him back, causing the table at his back to skid across the floor.
Whoever this person is, they have some scary strength.
"So what?" the voice snarls in his face, making Kirishima involuntarily wince, "You some holy man—think you have a chance taking me down and now you're just gonna run?" The grip on Kirishima's blazer shifts to wrap around his throat, sharp nails digging into the skin of his nape. "Think again—I'm gonna rip your throat out—""—Stop! Don't—" Kirishima manages, finally finding his voice within the stress of the encounter. To his surprise, the voice quiets and the grip on his neck loosens, though it doesn't fall away completely. Kirishima dares to crack his eyes open, surprised at the sudden change. Again, he's met with sharp, red eyes, filled with a rage directed right at him. Only this time Kirishima notices the handsome face they belong to.
He sees soft lips, contorted into a snarl that's baring sharp fangs, and a head of unruly, light blond hair. He also sees a pair of heavy, black horns, both of which extend above his brow before curling back behind his head.The terrifying (yet also alluringly beautiful) man stands in front of Kirishima, breathing heavily, and muscles twitching like he's quietly fighting against some invisible force. Kirishima releases a small sigh of relief, slowly moving to remove the man's hand from his neck. This causes the blond to snarl and retract all at once, jumping back like a spring set off. Kirishima nearly stumbles forward at the sudden loss of contact but catches himself on the table.
With the distance Kirishima now notices the man's sharp black nails—more like claws—which had been wrapped around his throat. The man's bare feet have matching sharp claws and are… part of raised, elongated haunches that seem almost animalistic. He's wearing nothing but a thin layer of cloth around his waist. The lack of clothing would have made Kirishima avert his eyes—if he also didn't notice a long black tail swishing beside the man's hip.
"Well?" the blond snaps impatiently, pulling Kirishima from his gawking, "You gonna exorcize me? Or what? You know it doesn't actually do what you think it does, right?" he adds condescendingly."What?" Kirishima's brows creased in confusion, then he remembers what he's wearing and puts two and two together. " Oh , no man—this is just a costume," he says, gesturing to himself and pulling the blazer aside enough to show the nearly transparent top a real priest would never wear in public.
"So what—you're just some sort of pervert then?" the blond growls.
“What? No!” Kirishima seems confused by this accusation—if anything this stranger is more exposed and naked right now than he's been all night. "It's just for Halloween—like your costume! Which is really cool looking by the way," he tries to placate, "and—look, I think this is all a misunderstanding—"“— Costume? " the blond spits, offended, "Are you fucking dense?" He steps forward then, reaching out a clawed hand as if trying to grab for Kirishima again—but like some invisible force is stopping him, he can't seem to follow through.
"I—no?" Kirishima flinches slightly at the attempt, and when it doesn't land he frowns in annoyance. He doesn't get it—is this guy trying to torment him, or...? "Dude, look—I'm just looking for a way out of here. That's it—can you help me or not?"The very rude blond curls his lip even more. "Are you asking or telling?""Asking...?""Then no . Fuck you."
Kirishima's confusion and annoyance only grows, not sure what game this guy is playing. "Okay—then I'm telling you to help me find the way out of here."
Something in the blonds face twitches, and for a moment it seems like he is internally kicking himself. With his jaw set, he crosses his arms and tips his chin towards a bookshelf. "Door's behind there, Father ," he grumbles, mocking.Kirishima glances where the blond gestured and nodded, then immediately frowns.
"Like I said—I'm not actually—this is just a costume," he corrects again, "Like yours.""I'm not wearing a costume shit for brains," the blond snarls again, offense returning, "What part of this looks like a costume to you—?"Kirishima's eye narrow as he gives the blond another once over. The costume is certainly detailed, especially the way the tail twitches back and forth—maybe some precise robotics? Is this guy trying to trick him?"Sure," Kirishima scoffs quietly, "So then what are you 'supposed' to be?"The blond stares at Kirishima like he's grown two heads. "What the fuck do you think? I'm a demon, you moron."For some reason, that was when everything snaps into place for Kirishima. The fear associated with the room, the pentagram, the burning candles that were cold before, the glowing red eyes bearing into Kirishima's own. He pales and swallows thickly, grappling with disbelief.
"Demon's aren't real—I mean, they're supposed to be in hell or something, aren't they?" he stammers.
It's almost like the blond—the demon —can smell Kirishima's growing fear, and it makes him smile in satisfaction.
"You tell me. You're the one that summoned me," he says low, taking another step towards Kirishima in an attempt to intimidate him.
Suddenly Kirishima feels trapped, the demon too close, staring at him with those intense eyes, while the table edge digs into his lower back.
"I did?" he asks, dumbstruck and breathless.
"The fuck you think you read? A recipe book?" the demon gestures to the table at Kirishima's back, where the open book still sits open. He does a few mental laps, trying to comprehend the possibility that this is a real demon standing in front of him, and what that entails. If this is a demon... shouldn't it have tried to kill him or something? Only… it did, Kirishima realizes. And then it stopped. But why?"Are you gonna kill me?" Kirishima asks, swallowing uncertainly.
"I fucking would've if—" he cuts himself off suddenly, face falling with some mirrored uncertainty, and annoyance.
"If?" Kirishima prompts him to continue, some of his fear receding when the demon seems a little less threatening for some reason.
The demon averts his eyes then, stubbornly not answering the question. Then Kirishima remembers what he said earlier: "Are you asking or telling?" So Kirishima tries telling.
"Tell me what you mean," he says firmly. At that, Kirishima sees the demon grit his teeth before begrudgingly spitting out an answer.
"You told me to stop — to not hurt you," the demon growls bitterly, "So unless you give me permission — I can't ."
Kirishima's brows crease deeper with confusion. "Permission...? Explain."
The demon does just that, even though he doesn't seem too happy about it. "You know my true name," he growls, "You read it when you summoned me. That gives you power over me."
Kirishima considers this for a moment, then he remembers the last line on the page he read and his eyes widen. "Bakugo, Katsuki...? That's your name?" he breathes out, mouth parted in quiet awe as he tries to wrap his head around this. "So... you have to do what I tell you...? Like if I say..." he motions his hand in the air as he reaches for an example.
Maybe it's the fact he still isn't sober, or it's the horny antics carrying over from earlier that night, but for some reason the following words that slip from Kirishima's mouth are, "Suck my dick—"
He was just looking for an example—he really was. Kirishima didn't mean it as a command, but that doesn't seem to matter because it's exactly how the words sounded. And that also doesn't stop Bakugo from dropping to his knees right then and there.
Kirishima feels like his tongue isn't working as he watches Bakugo undo his belt buckle.
His eyes, blown wide with surprise (and yeah, arousal, sue him,) meets the demon's intense gaze where he glares up with a hint of disgust. But there's interest there too. Bakugo licks his lips in anticipation."I knew you were a fucking pervert, Red," the demon growls low, like he’s trying to keep up his pissy demeanor—but there's amusement in his voice too, "Or you like the sound of 'Father' better?""I—wha— No , I'm not—" Kirishima groans as Bakugo squeezes his cock through his jeans, surprised to find how hard he already is, "Kirishima, uh—Eijiro—that's—my name is—" He tries to find the words to correct Bakugo, not thinking whether giving his name to an actual demon is a good choice or not. It's so hard to focus with that intense gaze fixed on him, and those dangerous hands groping him.
" Father Kirishima it is then," Bakugo sneers, giving Kirishima another teasing squeeze through his jeans before he starts pulling them down. Having little success speaking, Kirishima snags Bakugo's wrists instead."Wait— Wait —" he manages this time, trying to catch his breath and find some time for his brain to catch up.
Bakugo listens, halting his ministrations—not that he really has a choice. Red eyes look up to Kirishima's own, brows raised in curious confusion, and maybe some annoyance. "What? So you don't want your dick sucked?" the demon asks. He sounds almost offended.
"No, I do —but I mean—" Kirishima's face reddens a little at the confession, though the blush is hard to notice in the dim, candle lit light of the basement. The logical objection to getting his dick sucked by a demon that tried to kill him is hushed by the intoxication and his cock quickly swelling in his pants—but it's not enough to push aside his other morals.
"Then what the hell's your problem?" Bakugo snaps.
"I don't want to force you," Kirishima blurts out, "I didn't mean—I was using that more as an example—and it was obviously a stupid example, because that's not how it sounded, but—""Oi, dumbass, shut the fuck up! Do I look like I care?" Bakugo barks, and Kirishima immediately snaps his jaw closed. Bakugo scowls at him. "You want your dick sucked, or not?"
"God, yes," Kirishima breaths out, immediately adding, "But only if you want to."
The demon shakes his head, and Kirishima reads that as a 'no', so he immediately releases Bakugo's wrists. But he was only shaking his head in disbelief. "You just found out a demon will obey your every word, and you're worried about consent? ” he scoffs, then his lips curl into a sharp fanged smile. "You sure you're not some holy man?"Kirishima doesn't have time to respond because the next thing he feels are those hands returning to his waist, pulling his pants down to his thighs in one swift tug. Then Bakugo is laughing, and Kirishima's face turns beet red when he realizes why.
"Oh fuck ," the demon snickers, breath ghosting over the white printed cross on the crotch of the shorts Kirishima had forgotten he was wearing. "This supposed to be some sort of deterrent, Father?" Bakugo asks, voice heady and playful. "Trying to keep little demons like me from getting in there?" He follows this up by palming directly over the cross, and in turn Kirishima's cock. "Too bad it doesn't work."Kirishima groans, leaning his weight back on the table behind him. Normally he wasn't this easy, but he's already rock hard—Bakugo hasn't even done much yet. Between the lingering alcohol, and the supernatural allure that hovers around the demon, Kirishima feels freshly intoxicated all over again.
Bakugo leans forward, taking a deep breath against Kirishima's clothed crotch. His tongue darts out first, then his lips follow, running along the sides of Kirishima's clothed bulge, teasing. Saliva absorbs into the fabric, making the white color of the cross less a vibrant white, and more a dull gray.
If everything that Kirishima did before now is sinful, then what's happening right now is downright blasphemous. Even so, his cock jumps against Bakugo's mouth. He pants as he watches the demon defile the cross, working him up until his dick is throbbing and his shorts are soaked in spit and pre.
Every few moments, Kirishima catches those bright, mesmerizing eyes, looking up at him with an air of cockiness, almost taunting. Like they're daring him to push—to take initiative and put a stop to the teasing and get on with the show. "C'mon Father," Bakugo challenges, "You've got control—so take it ."
He's pulled back enough just to speak, and Kirishima can feel the words vibrate against his cock, making it jump.
Kirishima shivers, biting the inside of his cheek. "You... want me to tell you what to do?" He asks, uncertain.
There were some moral issues there undoubtedly, but—he supposes morals might have flown out the window a while ago at this point.Bakugo nods in affirmation, teeth flashing a wicked smile.
"I want you to take without asking—do what you want. None of this permission bullshit. I want to absolutely fucking corrupt you."Kirishima swallows thickly at that. He's not sure if it's the alcohol messing with his inhibitions, or something about Bakugo, but the thought of having that control is undeniably hot. Still though, Kirishima doesn't want to be responsible for hurting anyone—even if that someone is a demon. "Only if... you tell me to stop. If you need me to," Kirishima says, reaching down to wrap his fingers around a horn. Bakugo moans in response to the touch, eyelashes fluttering. "That's the deal," he stresses.
"Haven't you heard that you're not supposed to make deals with the devil?" Bakugo smirks. "But trust me, Father. I'm not going to tell you to stop. I'd like to see you try and ruin me." It sounds like a dare, and Kirishima feels like he's playing right into the demon's hands when he roughly tips his head back by the horn."That's it, Father," Bakugo moans in encouragement.Kirishima reaches down to free his aching cock, tucking the waistband underneath his balls. He gives himself a few quick strokes, then directs the head towards soft lips. Only the demon doesn't open his mouth, keeping his lips sealed with a smirk. There is a raise to his brow and a glint in his eye; purposefully defiant.
"Open," Kirishima instructs quietly, and Bakugo does. Though his brows also raise a little higher, as if to say is that it? That all you've got? So Kirishima pushes further, a little more confident when next he tells the demon to stick out his tongue.
Bakugo's tongue lolls out and Kirishima's breath catches in his throat. Proudly, he displays a very long, pink, forked tongue, the appendage more reptile-like than human. And Kirishima almost hates how much he wants to see it wrapped around his cock. He pushes his hips forward, pressing his foreskin onto that long, hot tongue as if testing the waters, smearing pre over the wet surface. Bakugo continues to watch Kirishima with blown pupils, making a small, approving noise in the back of his throat.
"Clean my cock," Kirishima breathes out, guiding Bakugo's face even closer by his horn. Not that he needs to—Bakugo surges forward at the command anyway, swiping his tongue over the head before sinking his lips down Kirishima's length. The feeling makes him choke on a moan, tipping his head back as he's engulfed by warm, wet heat. Bakugo hollows his cheeks, all while his dexterous tongue swirls laps before pulling back, achingly slow. When Kirishima looks down again, Bakugo has slid the thin tip of his tongue under the foreskin, swirling it around the sensitive head thoroughly.
"Fuck," Kirishima breathes out, enamored by the way Bakugo sinks back down and stays there for a moment, nose buried in black pubes while his glowing red eyes flash upwards. Kirishima can feel the head of his cock twitching against the back of the demon's throat—but Bakugo doesn't even gag.
"I want to fuck your mouth," he groans.
He pulls off with an obscene pop. "Then fuckin' do it ," he grumbles, voice noticabley thicker than before.
Emboldened by the persuasion and his own growing arousal, Kirishima wraps his hand around the other horn. He lines his cock with Bakugo's mouth, who has time to flash a sharp smile before tucking his teeth away and letting his mouth relax. Kirishima realizes that his teeth didn't just disappear behind his lips though—the sharp, front rows of his teeth actually retracted into his gums.
"Oh fuck," Kirishima gasps. Bakugo really is just full of surprises.
Slowly, he feeds his cock between Bakugo's lips, guiding his face forward by those intimidating horns. Though in the moment, everything about Bakugo is much less intimidating—his image dampened by the way his pretty pink lips stretch so nicely around Kirishima's cock.
When he bottoms out, Bakugo swallows around the head stuffed down his throat, making Kirishima moan. But he doesn't move yet, as much as he wants to. Just holds the demon in place, as though testing his limit.
To Kirishima's surprise (and arousal) Bakugo doesn't even gag, and he seems to have no issues breathing around the intrusion. Those sharp eyes look up without even watering, blinking as if bored, and daring him to try harder.
So why should Kirishima hold back? He snaps his hips, the unexpected movement knocking a small grunt from Bakugo, whose eyes suddenly seem to be smiling in encouragement. Kirishima repeats his thrusts, building up the pace while Bakugo swallows around him, saliva building up and dripping down his chin and onto the floor.
At one point, one of Bakugo's horns is released so that Kirishima can wrap a hand in his hair instead, tugging his head back further. This causes him to make a noise that Kirishima hadn't heard yet—a deep, guttural moan that reverberates right around his cock, and Kirishima has to slow his movements to stop from cumming on the spot.
He needs more of that . Pulling the demon's hair again he's rewarded with another deep moan, and this time Bakugo's eyes roll back. Suddenly, two things click in Kirishima's head that make him feel a little less guilty about taking what he wants: Bakugo seems to like the pain and he certainly likes being used.
"How's it feel?" Kirishima asked as the pace of his thrusts speed up again, "Being used as a warm hole to fill?" Bakugo responds with another moan, so Kirishima continues. "S'that all demons are good for? This what you were really created to do?"
Bakugo continues responding with pleased groans, wiggling slightly on his knees.
"Show me what you're good for then," Kirishima instructs, caught in his own pleasure and Bakugo's reactions, "Make me cum."
Bakugo does just that, swirling that skilled tongue and hollowing his cheeks while bobbing his head to meet Kirishima's thrusts. So caught up in the moment, Kirishima doesn't feel his orgasm sneak up on him.
"Fuck, I'm—" he barely manages to gasp before spilling down Bakugo's tight throat. The demon doesn't seem to mind though, letting out a long, approving groan and burying his nose deeper into coarse black hair. He swallows around Kirishima's twitching cock and drinks every drop.
Kirishima's chest heaves as he comes down from the high.
His blazer hangs loosely off his arms, several strands of his spiked hair hanging limp. Bakugo slowly pulls off Kirishima's softening cock, lapping at any remaining cum and spit to clean up the mess.Kirishima hisses quietly at the additional stimulation, but lets Bakugo continue. The grip in blond hair loosens so Kirishima fingers can gently brush through it instead.
Once finished he tucks Kirishima back into his shorts with a satisfied smirk. And when he looked up again, Kirishima is looking down at him with a blissed out expression, though slightly more conscious."You good?" Kirishima asks, causing whatever satisfsction that was in the demon's face to fall—apparently the question has ruined the moment.
"I told you it doesn't matter if I'm good or not. Did you not listen to anything I said?""I did, I did," Kirishima assures.
"And?" Bakugo growls as Kirishima reaches to pull him up off his knees.
"Just—come here," Kirishima insists, lifting the demon up and sitting him on the table.
Then he slots himself between Bakugo's legs, gently pushing the demon back until he's laying on the table."You said you wanted me to take without asking, right? Do what I want?" Kirishima asks.
"Yes?" Bakugo nods, the skepticism in his expression lingering.
"Well ... Now I want to make you feel good," Kirishima informs.
"It's your turn."The demon watches as the thin cloth around his waist is loosened and pulled aside. Kirishima's breath catches as a soft, plump pussy with a dusting of light blond hair traveling up his navel is revealed. When he glances up, he's surprised to see Bakugo propped up on his elbows, face red and flustered.“I told you to take what you want, not give!” he sputters.“Yeah, well, that's what I'm doing. I want to make you feel good, so I'm gonna.”With that, Kirishima surges forward face first into the prettiest, most tempting cunt he's ever laid eyes on. He hooks a hand under Bakugo's knee to spread his legs wider, making it easier to suck the demon's swollen clit into his mouth. But the moment he does, he feels the sharp pin pricks of claws tightening in hair and Bakugo makes a distressed sound that makes him hesitate and pull back in surprise. Except, the sound wasn't distress. Above him, Bakugo is blushing across his heaving chest, mouth parted in shocked ecstasy. Experimentally, Kirishima flicks his thumb over the demon's clit and is rewarded with a full body spasm and a high pitched squeal, which Bakugo seems instantly embarrassed about.“Are all demons this sensitive?”“F-fuck you—I haven't done this—” he cuts himself off as he seems to realize that whatever he was going to say may be better left unstated. But Kirishima isn't going to let that slide.
“What haven't you done? Tell me.”Bakugo huffs, and his eyes dart to the side. “I haven't used— this —before.” He mumbles the words barely above a whisper, gesturing vaguely to his bare pussy.
Kirishima glances down at it, dumbfounded, curious, and even more turned on all at the same time. “You mean, you've never—?” He's trying to wrap his head around what reasons a sexually charged demon might have not to masterbate, and can't find an answer.“Look, I haven't been touched since I died, okay? Deku is the only one that summons me, and all he does is talk my ear off—talks to me like I'm the same person he used to know,” he rolls his eyes, but if Kirishima didn't know better he thinks he noticed a hint of fondness below the contempt.
“Deku?” he questions.
“Fuckin’ nerd I grew up with.” He doesn't elaborate beyond that, but Kirishima picks up enough to understand that whoever this Deku is clearly cared enough about Bakugo in life to figure out a way to see him again. Judging by the empty take out containers and how clean the room is, he must come back here quite often to see his old friend. Kirishima just hopes he doesn't come back any time soon to see what he's doing to said friend.
“So, you're saying you haven't cum since you became a demon?”Bakugo pouts and crosses his arms, self conscious, and Kirishima can't help but think how cute he looks. He realizes he wants to embarrass the demon some more.
“A lot about this body is different from my human one. I didn't have a cunt before, and it's not like I could exactly figure out how it works…” Bakugo glares at the claws on his fingers, which are too sharp to be useful in exploring such a sensitive area.
“Good thing I know a thing or two,” Kirishima smiles. He brushes his thumb on Bakugo's clit again, reveling in the way the blond gasps, before dipping a digit inside his slick, warm hole, curling a finger.
The demon's eyes roll and his back arches when Kirishima returns to suckling his clit. The sounds that come from his throat are loud and erratic, hips simultaneously rolling into the touch for more and jerking away from the overwhelming sensation. It takes very little to make the demon cum, a mess of juices splattering onto Kirishima's waiting tongue and knuckles when he screams his pleasure and collapses onto the table.
Even though Bakugo is panting, Kirishima doesn't give him the opportunity to regain his composure. He spreads the demon's hole out by adding a second finger, continuing to swirl his tongue with the goal of wringing out a second orgasm. A second soon turns to a third, and a fourth until Bakugo’s throat is hoarse. His tail is loosely wrapped around one of Kirishima's wrists, eyes unfocused and thighs convulsing with aftershocks by the time Kirishima's had his fill. Or rather, seemingly had his fill.Distantly, Kirishima wonders if demon slick is some kind of aphrodisiac, because he finds his cock straining in his pants again and his mind fuzzy with an animalistic urge to breed. Or maybe it's that Bakugo has succeeded in corrupting him, because he finds himself spreading the demon's legs wider to slot his hips between them.
The demon is so fucked out he doesn't seem to realize what's happening until Kirishima's cock is burying into his ravished pussy. His back arches, and his head tosses back in a silent scream as he's thrust into at a sharp, desperate pace. Through the blinding pleasure, Bakugo smiles with sharp teeth. His legs wrap tightly around Kirishima's waist, pulling him closer.“Th-that's it, Father,” he moans, “Take all you want.”Kirishima does just that, fucking the demon hard, striving for release and driving Bakugo's sensitive body into another orgasm that makes tears well in his eyes. The overstimulated sob that catches in his throat when he cums is muffled when lips cover his own. A prodding tongue licks into his mouth and Bakugo's eyes roll as he lets Kirishima take what he wants there too.
They gasp into each other's mouths when Kirishima's hips stutter and he cums deep, flooding warm, fluttering walls. As the waves of orgasm come crashing down, they just as quickly fade away and Kirishima's conscious resurfaces from beneath his pleasure induced haze.
“Fuck—fuck, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened—“ Kirishima's worries are cut off by a clawed hand cupping over his mouth.“Why… the fuck do you still care?” Bakugo's usual bite is dampened. Now he sounds exhausted and breathless.
“I—because everyone deserves kindness. Even you.”At this, Bakugo blinks, dumbfounded, even as a tinge of pink spreads across his cheeks. He still doesn't know what to make of this idiot, but by Satan he'll make him a bad person yet, even if he has to spend the rest of the human's life to see it happen.
The moment Kirishima has done up his pants and Bakugo has some of his bearings, he weakly pushes Kirishima off, and stands, legs a little wobbly. Ignoring the dribble of cum that leaks down his thigh, he picks the phone off the floor and snaps a picture of the spellbook on the table, capturing the summon that Kirishima read earlier. Then he throws the device at the human, who fumbles to catch it.“Wha—”
“—For next time.”
Kirishima's eyes grow wide. He stares at the picture on the screen, silently noting what he would need to complete the ritual at home. When he glances back up, mouth parting in question, Bakugo is no longer standing in front of him. Kirishima swivels his head, and realizes that the demon is gone and the candles are out.
If not for the stickyness drying on his crotch or the picture on his phone, Kirishima would question if he was suffering head trauma from the fall. But the demon was very real. He's not going to forget the pretty image of Bakugo cumming on his tongue anytime soon.
Surrounded by sudden quiet, he recalls what he was supposed to be doing before his sexual encounter with the occult and scours the room for the bookcase Bakugo mentioned earlier. Just as was described, he finds stairs leading up. At the same time he hears the approaching sound of sirens in the distance.