“Good hole,” Kirishima growls. “Again.”

/WHACK!/

This time, as he cums, Bakugou realizes that Kirishima’s knot is actually slipping in and out of his ruined hole. He’s being fucked with Kirishima’s knot.

“Oh /fuck/,” he whines, another orgasm hitting him—this time, dry.

His eyelids drift shut.

Then they snap open when a hot tongue rolls over the back of his neck.

He inhales. A sharp, metallic tang splits the hazy musk of their passion. Something hot and wet drips down Bakugou’s neck.

/Blood./

Kirishima’s gone.

Bakugou knows it deep down. His best friend’s alpha has taken over, and there’s nothing Bakugou can do to stop the alpha from taking whatever he wants.

As long as they’re knotted together, Bakugou is entirely at Kirishima’s whim.

And then he drops onto the mattress, unmoving.

“Good boy,” Kirishima rumbles. “Now get /bred/.”

“Yeah, princess. I’m gonna knot you real good…” Kirishima presses a heated kiss to Bakugou’s shoulder. After pulling out and thrusting back in, the redhead curses and whispers, “Bakugou… you feel so good… gonna make me rut, too…”

It's familiar. Warm. Welcoming—and masculine. Heavy. Mouthwatering in the most tantalizing way.

And Bakugou knows it well.

Kirishima.

His idiot best friend must've just gotten back to the dorms after working out at the gym. His scent is thick enough to choke on.

Bakugou shoves up from his bed.

His nipples ache as they rub against his tee-shirt. Normally, he hates having his nipples touched, but as Kirishima raises his hand to smack Bakugou again, he finds himself wishing he could reach up and twirl his fingertips over them.

Fatgum nodded, relieved, “Okay good, good.”

Kirishima slid his phone into his pocket and took a deep breath. If nothing else, he’d definitely get answers.

“Call me if you need anything and if you do need to stay here again, you know you’re always welcome.”