#Kiribaku fanfiction

[these-written-reveries]

Selfish (kiribaku ver.)

‣ Pairing: KiriBaku x GN!Reader

‣ Genre: Flangst, Hurt/Comfort

‣ Summary: Katsuki is convinced that you and Eijirou are in love with each other, but not him. He tries to do what he thinks is right by keeping his feelings suppressed and hidden from you, instead of trying to get between the happiness of the two people he loves the most. His plan quickly begins to fall apart the moment you confront him, and his selfish urges take over.

‣ Warnings: Angst, Katsuki being sad and having low self-esteem, false unrequited love, making out, Reader uses the “girl’s” elevator (but we can just pretend gender plays no part in the placement of the dorm rooms in this scenario), the word “fuck” is used a lot, repeated use of a "noose" metaphor? idk

‣ Word Count: 6,350

‣ A/N: This is more of a Katsuki-centric fic, with a bonus fluffy kiribaku blurb at the end!

There is a Katsuki x Reader version of this here, if you’re interested!

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Katsuki Bakugou was a selfish man.

He had begrudgingly accepted this truth a long time ago. Despite how it appeared on the surface, he was quite self-aware. Sure, it didn’t require that much self-reflection to figure it out, considering he’d been told this very truth by others around him multiple times throughout his life—at least by the ones that were brave enough to do so—but that’s beside the point. He still came to be aware of it, one way or another.

He could remember the early days of his youth as a spoiled, entitled brat. Even before his quirk developed, he always poised himself as superior to others. He was as selfish as they came. Throwing fits when he didn’t get his way, hurting people around him to ease the raging storm of feelings that were too big for his tiny body, always stealing the spotlight from others, expecting praise and rewards for every little thing he did. Kids are inherently selfish, to some degree, but little Katsuki blew every kid in his grade out of the water, in this regard.

Things didn’t improve all that much as he grew older, but he did get a little better. At least he no longer threw tantrums over not getting ice cream after school or every time he was told “no.” And he no longer sought praise for merely breathing. He preferred to truly earn his title as “the best” at whatever he decided to do—even if that meant knocking some other kids down to get there faster. A minor improvement, but his selfish nature was still wildly out of control. Even when he did recognize it, he didn’t care enough to fix it. He was already seen as an asshole, what was the point in trying to change the minds of people he saw as below him?

It wasn’t until he broke free of his ass-kissing, follower friends and met you, Eijirou, and the other friends "extras" from UA that he finally began to really see and care about his selfish ways—especially how they affected the people he truly respected and cared about. Katsuki wasn’t devoid of a heart, despite what many people believed. He wasn’t incapable of feeling remorse for his actions and of learning how to be a better person. He just never had the proper tools or guidance to be able to grow into the person that he, deep down, wanted to be.

That, and he didn’t have the same motivation before as he suddenly did when you and Eijirou stepped into his life. You pushed him to be better, just by being yourselves. Katsuki was inspired by you from the moment he met you. The way you carried yourselves and the way you managed to handle him and all that came with being his friend. It only made him respect you more. And as he inevitably began to fall for you, he felt the desire to be a better person for you grow even stronger. He wanted to prove to you that he was worth keeping around, even if he wasn’t always “the best” at everything. The last thing he wanted was to lose you over his problematic ways.

To his luck, you and Eijirou were some of the most tolerant people he had ever met. That didn’t mean you never called him out on his shit, though. Katsuki deeply valued you for that. He had grown to be more open and accepting of critical feedback, specifically if it came from you and Eijirou. How could he become a great hero, never mind a great man, if he refused any and all feedback that wasn’t positive?

That said, it still wasn’t easy for him to so easily accept when he was wrong. And it was even more difficult for him to push past his pride enough to apologize for it. But all it took was one look from you or Eijirou to make him give in and do just that. How you managed to gain such power over him, he’d never understand. If he wasn’t so damn in love with you, he’d hate you for it.

He still hated you for it. But in a “fuck you for making me love you so much” kind of way.

If it wasn't for his internal commitment to be a better person—one that you could be proud to know—he would have given into his selfish urges, stolen your hearts, and marked his claim on them a long time ago.

Katsuki had quickly come to learn that being a good person sucks.

“Oh, Eiji texted. He said he’ll be here soon! I invited him. Figured you wouldn’t mind. He said he needs all the help he can get for this upcoming exam,” you said as you began typing a message back to him.

“Fucking hell.”

“Huh?”

You looked up at Katsuki after hearing him grumble something unintelligible under his breath. His eyes met yours for only a brief moment before he averted his gaze, gesturing to the open books in front of you.

“Nothing. Get back to studying! Do you wanna pass that exam, or what?”

You threw your head back as you groaned. “Can’t we just take a little break? Eiji’s not even here yet and we have so much time left to work on this!”

Katsuki pointed his pen at you. “You might have time, but I don’t. You’re lucky I’m even using my spare time to help you idiots with this!”

You rolled your eyes. “You wanted to study for this test too. And you’re the one always preaching about how it’s important to take breaks!”

Before he could respond, you shut your book and looked at him inquisitively.

“So…what were you thinking about before? You looked…more annoyed than usual. Am I annoying you?”

“What the hell do you mean? I don’t look like anything!”

He could see you trying to stifle a laugh, though behind it was a glint of concern in your eyes.

“You look like something is really bothering you, is all.”

“Yeah. You are! Shut up and get back to work,” he growled, though you felt no real malice behind it. You had quickly learned long ago not to take the hotheaded blonde’s rude attitude seriously, often times finding it to be more of a protective shield than anything else.

“Okay, whatever you say,” you said, holding your hands up defensively with a slightly amused smirk on your face. Katsuki huffed in response as he looked away.

Giggling at his strange, yet all too familiar behavior, you opened your textbook again, only to be distracted less than a minute later by another ding from your phone. Katsuki could already tell it was another text from Eijirou by the way you smiled at your screen when you read it. You only ever smiled like that when reading the redhead’s messages, much to Katsuki’s chagrin.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki thought as he stared at you from across the table, frustration and hurt bubbling within his chest.

The truth was, you had the strange ability to make his heart flutter and his stomach do flips and his hands sweaty and fill his brain with so many thoughts of you, it couldn’t focus on anything else. You did all this just by existing as your stupidly beautiful, perfect self.

You even made him feel this way when you looked your “worst”. Beaten up after a bad fight, sleep deprived with bags under your eyes, after—very ungracefully—shoving a giant serving of food into your mouth, just waking up with messy hair and crusty eyes and morning breath, sick with snot constantly leaking out of your nose. All of this and he was still head over heels, swooning over you like a fool. And dammit, did it piss him off.

Even worse, he knew you had feelings for your redheaded friend and not him. He couldn’t blame you for this. He also found himself feeling similarly towards Eijirou, as he did you. He was a damn lovable idiot. A good guy, all around. The kind of man Katsuki wished he could be more like.

He couldn’t blame Eijirou for loving you either. As far as Katsuki was concerned, how could anyone not fall for either of you?

Katsuki loved your entire personality -even the parts that frustrated him most. Especially those parts. On top of that, you were absolutely gorgeous. When he begrudgingly thought of you and Eijirou together, without him, he couldn’t deny that the two of you would make an amazing couple—looks-wise and personality-wise.

It infuriated him to no end. He wanted to hate you both, push you away, relocate somewhere far away so that he’d no longer have to bear the pain of seeing the two of you flirting together, holding hands, laughing at each other’s jokes, hugging one another, and inevitably doing all the things that couples do. All the things that Katsuki wanted so desperately to do with you both.

But he couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. There was no way he could bring himself to not only truly hate you, but to go on living life without you both. He would likely never admit it, but you had become so interwoven in his life and his heart, that an existence without you just seemed so bleak and empty.

So, as much as it pained him to sit through hangouts and study sessions and the like, all while bearing witness to how close, how touchy, how obviously in love, you and Eijirou were with one another and not him, he chose to stick around and keep his mouth shut. He made a solemn promise to himself not to utter a word about his feelings to either of you, ever.

For once, he saw exactly what he wanted, right in front of him, and he chose not to take it. He chose not to ruin whatever closeness he did have with the two of you. But more importantly, he chose not to ruin you and Eijirou’s chances at finding the happiness that you both deserved, far more than he did.

It was the most selfless thing he’d ever done. And it was the hardest thing he’d ever done too. He felt his heart break every time he saw the affectionate way you treated one another, but he bit his tongue. He tried to shove his feelings down deeper and deeper, but they kept coming back up, tightening around his throat like a noose until he choked.

The truth became quite apparent to him at one point. Loving you both from afar would be his undoing. And maybe he deserved it? Maybe this was his punishment for being an asshole and tearing others down for his own benefit for all those years.

He’d take his punishment. Just so long as he could continue to know you, even if he wanted to know you so much more.

God, he fucking loved hated you.

After the previous day’s study session, Katsuki needed a break from the two of you. He planned to spend most of the day training and holed up in his dorm, just to avoid you both as much as possible; to set his mind straight and get his feelings back where they belonged—locked away in a dark unlabeled box in his mind, along with all of his other unwanted thoughts and feelings. He was starting to lose his composure around you, and when that happened, he always tried to stay out of your way for a few days until he was “fine” again.

“Fine” had lost all its meaning months ago, and yet, he found himself saying it all too often.

“You okay, Kats? You’re not really on your A game today,” you said as you walked over to help him off the ground for the second time that day.

Katsuki scoffed, a low growl brewing in his throat as he spoke. “I’m fuckin’ fine. Wasn’t planning on having you idiots around, distracting me.”

You and Eijirou seemed to have the same idea about working out and training that day. Katsuki ran into you both on his way to the gym. Almost turned around and booked it back to the dorms, but you happened to see him and waved him over to join you. Both of you smiled happily as you greeted him. It pissed him off so much, but he couldn’t say no to you when you both looked so damn cute, asking him to join you with those sharp teeth and pretty eyes sparkling as you looked up at him.

He wanted to curse you both out. Tell you to fuck off and leave him alone.

Get out of his fucking head, already! Stop torturing him with those fucking adorable smiles that made his heart clench in his chest! Stop being so fucking nice to him!

But he bit his tongue, salvaged whatever little composure and willpower he had left, and joined you both to train.

And he fucking sucked the whole time. It only added to his inner turmoil even more. He was too distracted. Too focused on you and Eijirou and the way you both looked so fucking good when you were focused, when you had sweat dripping down your skin, when you were looking at him with those determined eyes while sparring, when you didn’t hold back against him.

At least the two of you were more focused on him than each other, at the moment. Katsuki had insisted that you both took turns going against him until he kicked both of your asses. He was on round three, at this point. He had lost to you both a total of three times in a row.

He knew that you and Eijirou were starting to question his strange behavior lately. He practically stormed out of his own dorm the day prior during your study session together. He didn’t say a word. Just got up and left.

Why?

Because you and Eijirou. That’s why.

When he came back, things were awkward as the two of you tried to ask him about it. He didn’t look at either of you when he told you to leave, not wanting you to see his red, glossy eyes.

It was embarrassing, to feel this weak.

Eijirou knocked on his door later that evening to talk to him. He didn’t answer.

Now the two of you were obviously trying to pretend that everything was normal, for his sake, trying to gently coax whatever was bothering him out of his system in hopes that he’d come around and get out of whatever shitty headspace he was in. You were being good friends, like usual. Always so attentive and thoughtful and caring.

He wanted to scream.

This time, he managed to defeat Eijirou, but he could tell his moves were slightly slower. He was going fucking easy on him. The redhead giving him a pity win only managed to send Katsuki over the edge.

By the time it was your turn, he wasn’t even fully present in his body anymore. All he was focused on was winning one round. Just one solid win was all he needed.

He moved on autopilot, blocking and countering all your attacks swiftly as they came. Thankfully, you weren’t holding back. For a moment, he felt like he was finally winning at something. The suffocating feelings began to dissipate as the adrenaline high began to kick in, filling him with a sense of power and control.

Until you called for a pause.

“What the fuck! Why?!” he barked, smoke wafting off of his hot hands.

Eijirou held a hand out at him, signaling him to back off as he ran towards you. “Chill the fuck out man, they're hurt!”

“Huh?”

It was only then that he realized you were holding your weight on one leg, struggling to keep yourself balanced as you tried to stand on your own. Eijirou was quick to catch you before you fell.

You had an ugly burn on your leg from one of his explosions. He thought he had released it far enough away from you to dodge it. He was clearly wrong.

Katsuki’s head was fuzzy as he stared at you, frozen in place. Eijirou inspected your wound, offering you sweet words of comfort and praise as he carefully wrapped it with gauze.

Damn it.

Katsuki could barely breathe now. The noose growing tight around his throat again.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to Recovery Girl.” Eijirou lifted you up into his arms with ease, carrying you out of sight.

Your little whimper of pain shot straight through his heart.

Fuck.

“Come on, Katsuki!” Eijirou called out to him, slight urgency in his voice.

Katsuki remained frozen where he stood, hands clenched and chest heaving as he tried to fight back the tears that were building in his eyes. A million thoughts and feelings swirled inside of him, threatening to burst through the seams of his being.

“Kats?�� Your voice sounded distant. It echoed in the background of his mind before it fully reached him.

“Go on without me,” was all he could say. He cringed at the way his voice wavered when he said it.

“Come on, man. You should-”

“Go!” Katsuki yelled, interrupting Eijirou’s attempt to change his mind.

All he heard after that was the sound of Eijirou’s footsteps as they faded away.

You and Eijirou had tried to reach out to Katsuki for four days. He somehow managed to avoid the two of you at every turn. He mostly stayed locked up in his dorm when school wasn’t in session. All calls went to voicemail. All texts left on read.

The two of you even went as far as to try to get Sero or Mina to check in on him. Denki offered to give it a shot, but you declined. You both knew he’d probably only aggravate him more, despite his best intentions.

Every plan of yours failed.

At one point, you couldn’t take it anymore and ended up crying to sleep in Eijirou’s arms one night. He shed a few tears himself as he tried to soothe your sadness and worry; all the while, he was struggling just as much.

You both missed your best friend. And despite your reassuring comments to each other that he would come back soon, that he just needed some space, you were both starting to crumble under the fear that maybe he wouldn’t. He had been acting strange lately, even before the most recent event occurred.

What if you had upset him? What if he was tired of being your friend? What if you were holding him back somehow?

Your thoughts spun in circles in your mind until you began to feel dizzy and sick to your stomach. After tossing and turning for hours that night, you headed down to the kitchen to make yourself some tea in hopes that it’d finally help you quiet your mind enough to allow you to get some much-needed sleep.

Thankfully, it did, because by the time Katsuki walked into the room to get some water after he couldn’t sleep, you were passed out with your head on the table, your hair sprawled out messily around you and your half-empty mug of cold tea.

You looked beautiful.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki cursed you in his head as he stared down at your hunched over, sleeping form.

The common room was so quiet this late at night, he could clearly hear your little breaths with every rise and fall of your chest. He spotted drool slightly dripping out of one side of your parted lips.

The sight made his heart flutter.

On your feet, he spotted those cute fluffy bunny slippers that him and Eijirou picked out for you one day at the mall. He remembered that day with fondness, how you all worked together in teams to find a pair of slippers for each other. In the end, Eijriou was happy to receive shark slippers and Katsuki was surprised with Grumpy Cat slippers. He could still hear both of your laughs as you made a comment about how his face matched his slippers perfectly.

Dammit, he missed your laughs so much.

He huffed in a mixture of sadness and frustration as he turned to walk away, only to stop himself in his tracks after a few steps. He took one look back at you over his shoulder before sighing in defeat.

Walking closer, he worked up the courage to wake you and subsequently face you for the first time in four days. What came out was much more aggressive than he intended.

“Oi!”

You jumped and his heart clenched slightly. He bit the inside of his cheek as you looked up at him, sleepy and confused.

“Ka’ski?” your sweet voice, thick with sleep, filled his ears. He clenched his fists, the bitter taste of blood filling his mouth.

“Go to your dorm. You’re gonna end up with a fucked up neck and back sleeping like that, idiot.”

He began to walk away after that, heading towards the elevator at the end of the room. He didn’t get far, though. The unpleasant screech of a chair on the hard floor, followed by the far more pleasant feeling of your hand wrapped around his wrist stopped him right in his tracks.

“Wait!”

“Go to bed, Y/N,” Katsuki warned. The last thing he wanted was to have whatever conversation you were attempting to start with him.

“No. I can’t sleep, anyway. I just keep worrying about you. Please. Just tell me what’s wrong and what I can do to fix it,” you implored.

Katsuki was tense under your grip, but he didn’t try to pull away, even as he let out a loud huff of frustration.

“Just fuck off, okay? There’s nothing you can do.”

You stared at the back of his head with so much pain and sadness in your eyes. Katsuki could feel your gaze on him. He knew better than to look back at you. That look alone would break his heart more than anything else could.

“I won’t ever stop trying, Katsuki. And neither will Eiji. We care about you so much. We miss you so badly. Please, just talk to me. If not me, then Eiji.” Your voice was starting to waver slightly as you spoke. Katsuki hated himself for being the reason behind your sadness and tears.

Even still, he couldn’t let you in on this. Neither you, nor Eijirou, could know. He just needed more time to sort out his feelings and lock them away, where they belonged. But after four days, he was still struggling to get himself back in order. All of it was starting to consume him, distract him, make him perform badly as a student and a hero in training. That part only encouraged him to avoid the two of you even more. He wasn’t going to let stupid feelings ruin everything he had worked so hard for.

His silence only pushed you to speak again.

“Katsuki?”

“No.” He pulled away from your grip, but you reached out to grab him again.

“Katsuki, please!”

He spun around to face you, eyes brimming with tears as he yelled in your face.

“What?! You just can't leave shit alone, can you?! Just fuck off, already!”

You looked at him with heartbroken eyes, biting your lower lip to suppress its quivering as tears began to fall down your face.

Fuck.

Katsuki inhaled sharply as his broken and battered heart shattered to pieces in his chest. Both of you were silent as you stared at one another, unsure of how to progress the conversation without breaking into a fit of tears.

“Fuck, I’m…I’m sorry,” Katsuki mumbled, voice just audible as he looked down at the ground between you. “Just leave me alone, okay? You and Ei are better off without me, anyway.”

He pulled away from your grip and this time, you didn’t reach for him again. However, your voice still followed him as he walked further away from you.

“How could you say that? You mean the world to us, Kats! We’re fucking lost without you! We need you. If this is about the other day, just forget about it. I’m fine. All is forgiven-”

“It’s not just about that.” He stopped in his tracks once more, back facing you.

“Then what is it about? Are you mad at me or Eijirou?”

Katsuki shook his head. Your confusion and desperation drew you closer to him. His feet remained glued to the floor.

“You’re not mad?”

“I-“ Katsuki stopped himself. “Just fuck off, Y/N. I’m not going to talk about it.”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Katsuki!”

"BECAUSE I- ugh!" he growled, "because it would be selfish of me to tell you! It’d only make things worse! I'm trying to be...fucking better than that."

You opened your mouth to speak, but he continued.

“It was selfish of me to stick around as long as I did. I should’ve just left the two of you be a long time ago. I thought I could-” He sighed. “Never mind. Point is, it’s gone too far. You even got hurt because of my stupid bullshit.”

“What has gone too far? Katsuki, stop talking like this. You’re not going anywhere. Let’s go wake Eiji and we’ll talk this out.” There was a clear presence of fear in your tone as you reached out to grab his left hand that was clenched in a tight fist at his side.

He ripped himself away from you. “No. This conversation is over.”

The way he spoke, his voice quiet, lacking any of his usual attitude, made your stomach twist in knots. He sounded so sad, so weak, completely defeated. It was completely unlike him, and it scared the shit out of you.

“I give you full permission to be selfish! Just fucking look at me! Tell me what’s wrong!” you begged.

At this point, you were seconds away from getting on your knees just to get his attention, or at the very least, pity. You couldn’t let him walk out of this room. You knew the chances of getting him to open up to you again after this were slim to none. This was it. You had to fight harder; show him you weren’t giving up on him, no matter how hard he pushed you away.

Katsuki was silent, but you could see the way his hands trembled at his sides; his head hung low, his chest heaving. You waited with bated breath behind him, praying he wouldn’t walk away.

Surprisingly, after what felt like a millennium, he turned to face you, his head still facing the floor.

You were scared to make the wrong move, as if you were faced with a small, wounded animal that could scurry off if you so much as breathed the wrong way.

“Kats?” you whispered softly. “It’s okay.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s not.”

“Why do you say that? Katsuki, look at me.” You stepped forward and raised your hand, gently lifting his chin up so you could finally meet his eyes. What you saw broke your heart.

Red eyes glossed over with tears, lower lip quivering as he tried and failed to stifle the emotions that seemed to overtake him. Your eyes only filled with more tears of your own as you stared back at him sadly.

“I don’t want to see you happy without me,” he whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

“I want to be the reason you are happy. I want to give you everything you deserve and more. Both of you.”

“Katsuki…You do make us happy. If anything, we are the least happy when you’re not around,” you said, fingers tracing down his wrist and giving his hand a small squeeze once he allowed you to grasp it. He only seemed to grow more upset at this as he looked down at your interlocked hands.

“But you don’t want me, you want each other.”

“What are you talking about? Of course, we wa-” You froze as realization hit you. “Wait…”

Katsuki made a tsk sound. "Looks like you finally got it. Took you long enough."

You blinked at him. "I- Kats, if you have something to tell me, you better say it now."

"I think you know. Why don't you tell me?"

He was too scared to say it and you knew it.

"Katsuki-"

"Tell me."

You sighed, suddenly growing nervous as you began to second-guess if what you were about to say was actually correct. Katsuki's hold on your hand grew tighter as he awaited your answer. If he wasn't so focused on what you were about to say, he'd be embarrassed about the growing dampness between your palms.

"I...do you....do you have...feelings....for me and Eiji?"

Katsuki’s silence was all the confirmation you needed. You let out a breath of relief.

“Kats-”

“Do you?” he asked, before clarifying. “Have feelings for me? If the answer is ‘no’, say it now and we’ll never speak about it again.”

You stepped closer to him, slippers touching his as you looked at him with soft eyes.

"What if the answer is ‘yes’?" you whispered.

For a moment, you both exchanged glances between eyes and lips, your hearts racing as you awaited the other’s move.

Finally, Katsuki spoke.

"Do I still have permission to be selfish?"

You nodded, and before you knew it, his hands were on either side of your face, and his lips were crashing against yours.

He pushed you against the nearby wall, never breaking his lips from yours, as he kissed you hungrily, desperately, lovingly. You ran your fingernails up the nape of his neck, weaving your fingers through his messy blond locks and earning a groan from him as he pulled you closer by your hips and deepened the kiss even more.

By the time he came up for air, you were both panting heavily. His grip on your hips didn’t loosen and neither did yours around his neck as you stared at each other speechlessly.

After a moment, your lips formed into a smile.

“We’ve been wanting to tell you,” you confessed.

Katsuki’s soft smile quickly faded into a bewildered frown. “Hah?”

“Eijirou and I, we want you, Katsuki. As far more than a friend.”

Katsuki visibly stopped breathing for a brief moment. You nervously continued to speak.

“But there’s no pressure or anything! We just wanted to talk to you about how we feel, not just for each other, but for you. Every time we’d try, you stormed off, or were clearly out of it, so we were too nervous to bring it up.”

“How long?”

Now it was your turn to look confused.

“What?”

“How long have you and Eijirou been talking about this?”

“Well, we confessed to each other almost two weeks ago-”

“Two weeks?! Fuck you!” he cursed.

You gasped. “Hey! Watch it, mister!”

“Fuck you for ruining my life by making me love you so goddamn much! And fuck both of you for not telling me sooner and letting me suffer! Do you have any idea how painful it has been watching the two of you idiots and your stupid cutesy, touchy, flirty bullshit, every single day?” he ranted, obviously frustrated, but not truly directed at you.

“Aw, Kats…We didn’t realize-”

“’Course you didn’t! You were too wrapped up in each other! I always thought you’d never return my feelings because it was obvious you two were obsessed with each other.”

This time, he sounded sad. You cupped his face with your hands, gently running your thumbs over his soft cheeks.

“We have always been obsessed with you too, Kats. It’s not that we didn’t want to be that way with you too. We were just never quite sure about your feelings for us and we didn’t want to cross any lines or make you uncomfortable,” you explained.

He let out a sigh, eyes closing as he relaxed into your touch.

“We should talk with Ei tomorrow,” you said.

He nodded in agreement, soaking up the feeling of your touch; something he had dreamed of and desperately craved for so long. Finally, his dreams were coming true. He was melting between the palms of your hands, and he couldn't have been happier about it.

Now that he'd had a taste, he'd be damned if he were to ever let you go.

“You’re mine now. Got it?” he said, his hands slightly squeezing your hips as he looked into your eyes.

You smirked amusingly at him. “Woah there, don’t get too selfish now. You gotta share.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I know, I know. I don't mind sharing. So long as it's with Shitty Hair, I can manage. That doesn’t mean you’re not mine, though!”

You giggled, pulling him in for another kiss, to which he happily obliged. This time, he kissed you back tenderly, savoring every second of your soft lips on his. You melted into him completely, allowing him to pull you even closer against him, his strong arms keeping you locked in place.

You placed a hand on his chest at one point, signaling that you needed air. He grunted before reluctantly pulling away.

He pressed his forehead against yours, smirking at the way you grew visibly flustered under his intensely loving gaze.

“It’s late. W-We should get to bed.”

He hummed in response. “Fine.”

Taking your hand, he walked you over to the elevator across the room, both of you still silently processing all that had just happened until you finally reached the large metal doorway.

You stepped inside the elevator, bidding him goodnight.

“Night,” he said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

His feet came to a halt when he felt a sudden, familiar urge take over him, and this time, he didn’t fight it. Before he knew it, he had his arm between the metal doors, forcing them to reopen.

“Kats-”

He interrupted you by crashing his lips against yours once more, cradling your face in his hands as he kissed you with everything he had. Every skipped beat of his heart, every pang in his stomach, every moment of longing, every loving thought he’d ever had of you flashed through his mind. For once, he wasn’t concerned about ruining anything, of hurting anyone, of losing you. All he cared about was satisfying the insufferable itch of longing and desire he’d carried for you all this time.

Finally, the noose was gone, the bad feelings dissipating while the others became one with his being. He could breathe again.

When he pulled away, he was smiling. He was happy.

And you were too. Happy because of him. Happy with him.

“You should be selfish more often,” you said, still trying to catch your breath.

Katsuki stopped the doors from closing in on him, his eyes still locked on you as he let out a chuckle.

“That’s a first. Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart.”

He backed out of the elevator, finally allowing the doors to close. You stared at him as heat rushed to your face, capturing a glimpse of his growing smirk until he was no longer in sight.

Katsuki Bakugou was a selfish man.

And oh, did you love every bit of him.

*The next day*

"Mannn...I can't believe you guys kissed for the first time and I wasn't even there for it!" Eijirou whined, an adorable pout on his face as he looked between the two of you.

"Are you jealous, Eiji?" you teased, lightly nudging him with your elbow.

"Yes! Do you know how long I've been waiting to kiss you both? It's been torture holding out from kissing you while waiting for Katsuki to get on board, and now I've come to find out that you two were making out for the first time without me?!"

Katsuki shrugged, nodding towards you. "They gave me permission. Blame them."

Eijirou scoffed. "I sure hope they did!"

"He means, I gave him permission to be selfish. I didn't know he was going to kiss me when I said that," you clarified.

"Oh, you knew, and you sure as hell didn't stop me."

"Well, of course not!" you said.

Katsuki smirked at you and you felt heat rush to your face. A brief knowing look was shared between the two of you as you recalled the events of the previous night.

Eijirou watched your silent interaction, his pout increasing as he whined. "I wanna kiss you both too!"

"You snooze, you lose," Katsuki said, breaking his stare away from you and taking a sip of his coffee.

Eijirou narrowed his eyes at him. "Scratch that. I definitely don't wanna kiss you right now."

"Hey!" Katsuki barked, looking at the redhead offendedly.

You giggled at them both, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks.

"Both of you, hush. We have plenty of time for kissing later. Now, let's get to work! We can't fail this exam!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying to fight off the growing redness on his cheeks. "Now look who's all ready to study, for once."

"Well, we gotta make sure we all pass! I'm not being left in the dust by the two of you just because of one stupid failed exam!" you said.

Eijirou’s eyes softened as he looked at you. "Aw, hun, we would never."

Katsuki nodded in agreement. "Damn straight. I'll make sure both of you idiots pass, even if I have to jam all the information into your heads myself."

"That always works with me! Right, Kats?" Eijirou flashed his sharp toothy smile.

Katsuki hummed, growing even more flustered over how cute the redhead looked when he smiled at him like that. Thankfully, you managed to draw the attention away from him long enough for him to hide his fond smile. He couldn't let either of you know just how soft he was for you, yet.

A giggle fell past your lips as you spoke. "Good for you, Eiji. But I'd like to refrain from developing a concussion the day before the exam."

Katsuki’s attention moved back to you, a cocky smirk growing on his face. "I could always kiss the information into you."

Eijirou gasped. "What?! No fair!"

"Both of you, be quiet and focus! Or no kisses at all!”

. . .

That shut them right up.

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Hey, MHA nation. So long time no post but uhh I have an itch after reading a rescent fic & I know you'll know just how to help me scatch it.

Ok so Bakugou is injured right? How/why exactly is up to you, but I need him to be pretty weak/unstable in the legs & or arms department & for the person tasked with taking care of him till he heals to either be Kirishima or Shinshou & for the sexual tension (sorry forgot to mention that they'd be aged up & most likey pros at this point) to go crazy.

Just bakugo internally convinced his gonna ruin one of the few decent friendships he has. While Kirishima or Shinshou is acting blasé on the surface but bassically loosing it on the inside because Holy crap they are helping Thee Dynamite shower & damn is he being the most lethal combination of cute & hot & the worst (read: best) part is that the blonde isn't even aware of it.

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Kiribaku Drabble? proof read by the lovely @radioisntdead

The redhead stared over at his blond headed friend. Not only his friend but his colleague as well. Katsuki Bakugo, they had known each other since their UA years. And Kirishima was happy to call himself Bakugos best friend. Bakugo didn’t know this, but over the years Kirishima had found himself slowly, but surely, falling head over heels, despite his usual demeanor. 

Bakugo currently was sprawled out on his apartment couch, doom scrolling on his phone with a relaxed expression on his face. His feet were resting on Kirishimas legs. “Hey, Kats?” Kirishima spoke up suddenly, causing Bakugo to look up from his phone, raising an eyebrow “what is it, shitty hair?” …

….

Bakugo quickly snapped, “well? Spit it out dumbass!”

“Am I the only one you're like this with?” Now another moment of silence arose, Bakugo staring at Kirishima before loudly exclaiming “hah?” in confusion causing Kirishima to quickly backpedal on his words.

“I was just wondering- cause you always seem so calm when we’re hanging out I uh- shit- forget I asked-”

“You’re such a dumbass,” Bakugo would interrupt him. He hurriedly sat up, folding his legs underneath him in a criss-cross position as he quickly stated “do you see me hanging out with anyone else?” “Well no-”

“So why ask a shitty ass question like that?” Bakugo said with a snort as he studied Kirishima. Kirishima on the other hand quickly straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes darted to look away, his cheeks flushing, “well I suppose you have a point.” “Of course I do!” Bakugo exclaimed loudly before quickly adding “why would you have been jealous if I told you no?” “What!? What- no dude- of course not!” Kirishima began to babble, rapidly waving his hands in his face “you can have other friends- it was just a intruding thought-” “Shitty hair, are you hiding something from me?” Bakugo said with a sneer, leaning towards him. “Wah-what..?” Kirishima stuttered looking towards Bakugo as he leaned towards him. “I asked, if you’re hiding something, what? Cat got your tongue?” The tension in the air was thick as Bakugo leaned closer now on his knees, his face mere inches away from Kirishimas. “Shitty hair I swear to god if you don't kiss me right now I will blow you into smithereen-” Kirishima quickly smashed his lips against Bakugos. my writing skills are kinda rusty since i havent written an actual fanfic since i was 10 lol, but i had fun writing this :3

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Hello to anyone still remaining on this blog after my unexpected disappearance from the fandom. After a LOONNGG break from BNHA (much needed to be honest), I am back!

I am currently finishing up a couple of drafts that got abandoned in 2022. Including a continuation of my villain!Reader x Kiribaku fic which I left half-finished with an unsatisfactory ending. (I reread it the other night and cursed the author for leaving it on a cliffhanger, only to realise I am indeed the author). So keep an eye out for that if you're interested.

[thezeninclan]

undone

Kirishima had known from the moment he had opened the door— known exactly what kind of night he was in for.

He opened the door after one knock, recognizing the heavy footfalls that stomped down the corridor and came to a stop on the other side of the door. The fist the banged on the door hung halfway between the door and the air as Kirishima swung open the door and found Katsuki Bakugou on the other side. he shoved in without a word, banging his shoulder against Ejirou's as he barged in.

Kirishima had expected it, after the day they had had, and had already cleaned up his room— shoving all his laundry off his bed, making up the sheets, organizing everything on his desk. It had been a long day of training, another rough day of feeling inadequacy, embarrassment, shame, at not being good enough, not being as good as their other classmates. He felt bakugou's eyes sweep across the room, looking for something to criticize, as he always did.

"Your shoes are a mess." He grunted. "What are you, a child?" The words were meaningless, they both knew, they were just meant to fill the silence that stretched palpably between them.

He kicked at the shoes with his foot before plopping himself down on the edge of the beed, his hands wedged in his pockets. The sneering pout on his lips was visible even across the room as eijirou turned to close and lock the door. It was passed curfew and the guard robot would be doing door checks soon, but this wasn't exactly their first time. they had already learned how to get passed the robots.

"About today-" Kirishima started.

"Shut up!" Bakugou commanded. Eijirou already knew it was pointless. He wasn't here to talk, after all.

He stepped forward, bare feet padding across the carpet as he crossed toward Katsuki. "Fine." He relented, and before he could stop them his hands were moving on their own, taking bakugou's and holding them tightly. His palms were calloused, his fingers rough as they entwined them between, Eijirou coming to stand between the legs Katsuki spread generously.

Twin pairs of crimson eyes stared into each other, endless pools of red mirrored in each other's gaze. Katsuki couldn't stand it anymore, the distance between them, and he closed it in a flash, surging up to meet the parted lips that hovered just above his. he had long ago memorized the taste of katsuki, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. It was intoxicating, the way he tasted, fresh and sweet and lush with spiced warmth.

He was infatuated with it, addicted to it, so much so that it took every fiber of his being not to catch katsuki's lips every time they saw each other, every day at lunch, every time they were paired up for training. For now, it was okay that it was just this. Katsuki ran his fingers through Eijirou's hair, straddling the line between too rough and not rough enough, a dance he knew all too well. Kirishima let out a gasp as bakugou fisted the hair at the nape of his neck, jerking his head back so his lips could scrape against the skin at the column of his neck, letting out a woosh of warm breath that left both of them shivering and flesh tingling with gooseflesh.

"You smell good." Katsuki grunted. "Finally showered?" Kirishima nodded, ignoring the slight. "You smell like-" he stopped, pushing his nose against his boyfriend's chest and inhaling deeply. "You smell like me."

"'ts you cologne." said Eijirou. "You left it here. I wanted to smell good."

Katsuki fisted a hand in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer and baring his teeth. "You think I smell good?"

Eijirou grinned and said, "Yeah I think you smell good." like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You're an idiot." said Katsuki, but there was a genuine smile on his face, and Eijirou could feel it on his face too as bakugou pressed their lips together.

His tongue was like the rest of him, hot, sweeping through his mouth like he was seeking to conquer it. Perhaps he was, because before Eijirou knew it he was being pushed onto his back, flopping back onto his bed in a heap.

He made to laugh, but before he could there was another person in his twin bed, taking up all the space the laughter might have filled. His well muscled arm was held in place over Eijirou's chest, knocking him flat on his back so that he couldn't surge up and capture his lips again, as he so desperately wanted. warm, muscular thighs bracketed his own, cocks pressed together, lips pressed together, Katsuki bearing down on the man between his legs with tongue and teeth until the room was filled with nothing but panted breath and soft, exhaulted moans.

"Fuck you." Katsuki snarled, watching as Eijirou stared up at him in confusion.

"I didn't even say anything-" said the redhead.

"No, you idiot." said Katsuki, and he was still grinding his hips, even as his hands fisted in the front of Kirishima's shirt. "Since we started this...Ehatever this is it's-" he panted. "It's not enough anymore, when I'm...In my...fuck." he stuttered, as though he was confusing himself with his own words. "It's not enough without you."

Kirishima's eyes widened, then darkened, at the words, at the way Katsuki was humping up against him like he was possessessed, like he was starved. "How d'ya always know just what to say." he asked, teeth scraping down Katsuki's throat roughly, leaving red marks in his wake. He knew Katsuki didn't like when there were any marks, when anybody questioned how he got them.

There was a rip of fabric and a black shirt was thrown to the floor in a blur, followed by another, until there was nothing but skin flush to skin, heartbeat flush to heartbeat. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, nearly overcoming, the way Katsuki smelled, the way he tasted, the way his tongue was licking into Eijirou's mouth imploringly.

He was always so precise, so careful, every move he made on the battlefield was unerring, long thought out. That's why Kirishima liked it so much when Bakugou was in his bed. Instead of his usual precision, Katsuki was unsure, maladroit. His hands shook, his belly trembled, his hips stuttered. It was a side only Kirishima was shown, a part of his boyfriend that was special just for him. His fingers were clumsy as he reached for the tie of his sweatpants, pulling and jerking the laces until they came apart with a small explosion and a puff of black smoke he prayed would not set off the fire alarm on the ceiling above.

Pants were kicked away, a pair of blue boxers sweat slick and wet at the apex where his cock was tented against the fabric.

Kirishima chuckled as he took his time removing his own pants, watching as Katsuki's eyes followed his every movement in bashful rapture as he realized his love wore nothing beneath.

He even took the time to fold them carefully and lay them on the side of the desk, before Bakugou snapped out of his stupor and grabbed Kirishima by the shoulders, hefting him backwards.

"Don't fuck with me!" he growled, his arm over Eijirou's windpipe. "I'll kill you, bastard."

"Is that right?" asked Kirishima, seizing his lips in another searing kiss. He nibbled at the blondes tongue, drinking up his moans and stoking the burnishing heat in his belly.

"Take off your pants." Bakugou commanded, but Kirishima ignored him easily. "I said take them off." he repeated. "Or I'll start without you."

"Go ahead." said Kirishima, sitting back on his heels. "I don't mind a show." Katsuki bristled at the way his bluff was called, and Kirishima grinned.

His warm hand slid down the slim curve of Katsuki's back, following his muscular shoulders, his thin waist, the curve of his ass, relishing in the way he shivered under the ministrations.

His fingers ran over his spine, following the notches of bone all the way down to his ass, gripping the firm muscle and massaging it gently. Katsuki let out a choked gasp, feeling a pair of callused fingers arch between the crack of his ass, running over the puckered hole they were both so very interested in. His jaw dropped as he felt something beneath his fingers, Katsuki looking deeply into his eyes as he guided Eijirou's fingertips across the plug that nestled there, and he was wracked with a full body shiver as he tugged gently at the end.A moment of loaded silence pressed between them as they both noted how Kirishima had prepared for the occasion early.

Pearlescent wetness at the tip of his cock filling his underwear in an uncomfortable way and as though reading his mind Eijirou reached back down, fingers slipping beneath the elastic waistband and pushing them down in a rush, leaving him completely naked in the arms of his lover. .

"Fuck." they breathed out, in unison, just taking a moment to stare at each other, admire each other— each time feeling as fresh and exciting as the first.

They kissed and kissed and kissed, Katsuki pressing his leaking cock up and against Kirishima's, trapping his leg between the redhead's thickly muscled thighs, humping fruitlessly. After what felt like hours of silently begging between twin sets of sharp red eyes, Kirishima succumbed and took pity on his boyfriend. He grinned down at the boy as he began to move down his body, all teeth and lips and tongue, leaving sharp bites across his muscled stomach and slim hips, the mix of pain and pleasure making Bakugou shiver and pulsate.

Rough hands slapped down onto muscular thighs, Kirishima urging them apart as he moved to prepare his lover for the sex they both craved. He pulled softly at the plug, easing Bakugou enough to make him groan.

"It's not enough-" he complained. "I need more."

Kirishima pushed the plug in again. "Good?"

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "No, idiot. I need more. I need you-" the rest of his words were cut off by a strangled moan as Kirishima pulled the plug out completely in one strong motion. For a moment he thought Katsuki came, for the shaking and trembling was so overwhelming, the cold steel plug hanging loosely between his fingers.

"I hate you." he growled, eyes narrowed as he finally pulled his face up from the pillow and glared at Kirishima.

"Oh?" said Kirishima. "Well I guess you better get going then."

But there was no real malice in Bakugou's words, not that Eijirou could tell, for he wasn't even looking at his boyfriend's face, too entranced by the tautness of his ass and the scandalous wink of his hole. Finally he looked down at the plug, eyes going wild at the sight of the red jewel at its end. Bakugou flushed, and opened his mouth to contest, to say something, anything that would distract from the fact that he had in fact gone out of his way to replace his old plug with a brand new one— specifically choosing one with a crimson jewel.

"Shut up!" he half shouted, pushing Eijirou away despite the fact that he hadn't said anything yet. "It's just a stupid—"

"It's not stupid." said Kirishima, and his eyes were sharp and dark as he looked down at his boyfriend. "Not at all." he growled, suddenly serious, suddenly urgent. "You're mine."

A finger slipped between his ass, breaching his hole easily, and Katsuki keened, fisting the blanket, a line of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth that Kirishima was quick to take up with his tongue.

“Y-yeah.” said Bakugou, and though his voice was muffled by the blanket, they both knew Kirishima had heard everything. They had always been more than friends, from the very first time Kirishima’s eyes had gone through the crowd and found Katsuki’s already upon him, from the very first time Kirishima had pressed his hand upon the curve of Bakugou’s lower back for a moment, just a breath, too long.

A second finger joined the first, finding his prostate with practiced ease, watching with bated breath as his breath hitched, his muscled flexed, his cock grinding against the blankets Kirishima knew would smell like him for the rest of the night.

“'s good-“ Katsuki breathed. He was looking over his shoulder, studying the man that kneeled fixedly at his side. “How...” he began, but stopped short.

Kirishima kept his smile to himself, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his face schooled into unbothered neutrality, but inside he was beaming, his heart pounding at the idea that Katsuki cared so much. “I’ve never done it with anyone else before.” he said. “I just…researched." he said, stroking Katsuki's back affectionately. "Wanted to know what to do. How to make you feel good too.”

Bakugou scoffed, as though that was a ridiculous sentiment, “Wouldn’t care if you did.” They both knew it was a lie, and Kirishima didn’t miss the way his ears had gone as red as his eyes.

The idea that Kirishima, who could barely follow the lessons in class, who had a permanent place in the lower levels of their exam ranking, who couldn’t bring upon himself to open a textbook until the day before a test, had actually studied...Just to make him feel good. Just to bring him pleasure...

Bakugou couldn’t find the words to respond.

Kirishima took pity on him, letting the moment of one-sided awkwardness pass between them by grabbing Katsuki’s legs and nudging them further apart, climbing over his body to settle between them.

“You’re so damn cute.” He said, taking a handful of Katsuki’s ass and kneading it, his other hand stroking at his own neglected cock.

“Shut up!” said Katsuki, but it was half-hearted at best, and they both knew it. Kirishima brushed his cock over the seam of Katsuki’s balls, feeling it catch on the muscle there and make them both gasp. The wetness that rolled down his cock had slipped down his balls, and the skin glided together easily, pleasurably.

“Hurry up!” the blonde half shouted, feeling the way the Eijirou massaged the back of his neck with a worn palm.

"Don't be so loud." he ordered. "Don't wanna wake up Aizawa-Sensei...Again."

It had been a close call the first time they'd woken him. Kirishima had had to climb out the window and hide on the ledge for almost ten minutes while Aizawa had inspected the room, highly doubting that the shout that had been reported had been the result of a nightmare as Bakugou had pronounced.

But the words had their intended effect and Katsuki shut his mouth, even as he ran his dick over the rim of the blonde's ass and languidly began to push inside, slowly enough to drive them both half mad with pleasure, until he was halfway seated. He rocked in shallowly, holding Katsuki's hips in place so he could get used to the feel of his breech. The moan he uttered was sinful, enough to make Eijirou's toes curl, his fingers hardening as his quirk activated automatically, nearly tearing through the sheets they laid upon. It wasn't the first time he had accidentally shredded the sheets, which was part of the reason why they now did this in Eijirou's room and not Katsuki's. It was easier to explain how a hardening quirk tore mattresses, after all.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Katsuki breathed, his hands clenched.

Kirishima had come to a complete standstill, curling forward to slide his hands across his boyfriend's, twisting their fingers together and squeezing tight. "Is it too much?" he asked.

He started to pull out, thighs trembling with the effort it took not to move too fast. "No." Katsuki snarled, ripping his hand away so he could so he could curve it across Kirishima's ass, keeping him from pulling away. "Don't-" he insisted. "Just...Just give me a minute." His lips were kiss swollen as they parted, breathing heavy as he turned to seek out his boyfriend's lips, all hot breath and hot lips as their lips molded together.

"I'm sorry." Kirishima uttered softly, genuinely, the pink that dusted the apples of his cheeks making him look as cute Bakugou couldn't help but smile. He leaned down to kiss the soft skin between the blonde's shoulders. "I hate hurting you."

"If it hurt, I wouldn't wanna do it, asshole." he scoffed. "I'm the one who came here." Kirishima rewarded his boyfriend's begrudging honesty by pushing back into him sedately, nudging his legs further apart with his knees and slightly bending forward. The new angle had his cock nudging against Bakugou prostate, making him keen. He rocked his hips back and forth, testing the waters, smiling when he felt his boyfriend clench around him and moan in pleasure. The blonde's dick twitched, nudging up against his stomach as he pushed his hips back, taking Eijirou's cock to the hilt.

He reached back to dig his nails into the skin of his ass, grinning as he felt Kirishima's hand wrap around his throat in response, his index finger slipping into his mouth to muffle the echo of his throaty moans. The other hand pushed down on his lower back, angling his hips in the way that made his cock brush directly against his prostate.

"Fuck!" Kirishima complained halfheartedly. "You're so fucking tight."

"You complaining?" Bakugou grunted. "After I walked around with that shitty plug inside me for two hours?"

Kirishima grinned at the thought, pounding into him particularly hard at the mental image of the red ended plug pressed snug against Katsuki's perfect pink hole. "Complaining?" he asked. "Nah. Jealous, maybe."

"You're an idiot." Bakugou said, but he was grinning. Kirishima could tell, even if his face was buried in the sheets. He could hear it in his voice, the grin that was pulling at the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He reached down to slap Katsuki's ass, making him jump out of surprise, expecting neither the sting nor the frisson of pleasure that went through him at the strike. "What are you-" he started, but was interrupted by an arm snaking around his knee and twisting him bodily until he was on his back. "The fu-"

"I wanna look at you." said Eijirou. "'s that so wrong?" Bakugou ignored this, but his cheeks were splashed red.

His arms wrapped around Kirishima's back, an ankle snaking around his leg to hook around the hollow of his knee and pull them against each other. The force of the leg pulled his body down, until they were chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and Kirishima could slot back inside him easily. It felt so good, so fucking good. It was like he was sweating all over his body, fire incarnate, burning inside and out, like Bakugou's quirk had activated and set off half a hundred explosions across his body.

Suddenly, there was nothing more in the world Eijirou wanted than to tell him. Tell him how fucking pretty he was, pretty like this, laid beneath him all spread out and sweaty and pink, pretty no matter what, even when he was sneering, even when he was yelling and gnashing his teeth like a wild animal.

Kirishima couldn't help but lean forward and kiss him hard, slotting his mouth against the blonde's and invading his mouth with a force that had his boyfriend's eyes widening and stomach fluttering.

"God-" Bakugou moaned, feeling the way his dick twitched against his stomach, pre-cum slipping down his belly button. "Will you fuckin' touch me already?"

Kirishima grinned, nudging at the underside of his jaw with his nose. "Can't-" he rebuked. "Hands full."

"What-" Bakugou began, but his answer came a moment later when Kirishima lifted him up by the hips, callused hands sliding under the blonde's back and angling him up so he could push further inside his hole. He slid off the side of the bed easily, planting his feet on the floor, and using the leverage to push further into the soft hole, the muscle so tight around his cock that for a moment he thought he might have come without realizing.

"Fuck." they both uttered in unison, the curse filling the air like early morning fog. In that moment Aizawa could've come in, Deku could've come in and started reciting hero facts. Hell, the entire class of 1-A could've walked right in and neither boy would've noticed.

"Shit-" Bakugou said. He was shifting uncomfortably, and Kirishima frowned, pulling away, ignoring the way his hips were screaming at him to keep going, keep plowing, just keep keep keep.

"Is it too much?" Eijirou panted. He pulled away, cock sliding out an inch before Bakugou's hands wrapped around his hips and stilled the movement with an iron grip.

"No." he insisted. "Fuck no. Don't you fucking dare-" Kirishima narrowed his eyes, but the look in Katsuki's gaze furthered his point— his eyes half lidded and wild, so bright a red that it felt as though the overhead light was still on. "Don't fuckin stop."

He lunged forward, hefting Kirishima up by the shoulders and locking him in an impliable grip Eijirou recognized from their sparring training. He locked his legs around Kirishima's middle, crossed at the ankles and capturing his waist between strong thighs, pulling him forward with the inertia of his moments as he pitched forward himself. In a flash the redhead was on his back, Bakugou's forearm pressed over his windpipe just hard enough to make his breath stutter, the big breath he took in with a whoosh catching in his throat. The blonde grinned, rapacious, climbing over his lap and grinding himself down on the rigid cock that slipped between his cheeks, before settling himself back down onto the straining member.

Kirishima's eyes rolled back at the overwhelming pleasure, overwhelming warmth, overwhelming tightness— the way Katsuki took him to the hilt in one movement leaving him breathless. He was so pretty like this, looking down at Eijirou with a feral smile, red eyes wild and brimming with tears that shone as pretty as diamonds, the hand he pressed down on Eijirou's chest as hot as his blasts. He rode Kirishima like he was a master at it, alternating the movement of his hips to go forward and back as much as he went up and down.

"G-god." Kirishima moaned. "I'm gonna- I think I'm gonna-"

"Inside me." demanded Katsuki, panting, groaning, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. "Inside me is fine t-tonight."

The thought made Eijirou feel feral. His hands tightened around Katsuki's slim waist, pulling his body against his, the fingertips digging into his pale skin pulling it taut as he held him.

Their hands intertwined on Bakugou's lean hips, sweat dripping between their bodies, as Bakugou suddenly keeled over, breathless. His lips were on Kirishima's, a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses passing between them, Eijirou's hands tight on Katsuki's hips, holding him gently as his hips began to falter, the way he bit into his bottom lip to keep from crying out making Kirishima's balls jump. "Fuck-" he gritted, cumming over the redhead's stomach, the way his head was thrown back accentuating the muscles on his neck and chest.

"Can you keep going?" Kirishima asked, teeth gritted. "Should I stop-"

"Hell no." Katsuki insisted, fingers digging into Kirishima's toned stomach and making him grunt out a strangled moan. Thank God, Eijirou thought. He was already so fucking close his eyes were starting to cross.

"You feel so fucking good." he uttered, breath hitching, carrying his boyfriend through the orgasm that rippled through him. He could feel his thighs going tight as a cramped muscle, his balls drawn up to where they hit the seam of Katsuki's ass as he continued to ride him.

The tightness in his balls was becoming overwhelming. He planted his feet on the bed, slamming his hips up to where Bakugou's had grown tired.

"I love you-" Eijirou stuttered, pushing himself up one last time as his rhythm began to falter, thrown off center as he began to come. He reached for the blonde, holding him tightly in his arms as he rode through the high. There was a flurry of curses exchanged between them as the high of orgasm coursed through them, cresting and waning like the tide under the moon.

"Holy shit." Katsuki breathed, sliding off of Kirishima's lap. He rolled onto his side, smiling into the pillow at the way the redhead immediately pulled him by the arm, hauling against his body so they could slot together.

Comfortable silence stretched between them as they took a moment to just lay together, catching their breath, relishing in the feel of each others bodies– as they just lavished in each others company.

"You drive me fuckin' crazy." Katsuki said, pushing himself up on his elbows. He looked at Kirishima, brushing a strand of crimson hair out of his face. "All that shit you do."

"What shit?" he asked. "Do you not like when-"

"Shut up! That's not what I mean." Katsuki grunted. He pulled Eijirou up by the back of the neck, bringing them brow to brow, teeth gnashing as he met his eye. "The way that you-" he started. "I mean...All this shit that you do. Be real with me. Who have you done this with?"

"Done what?" asked Eijirou, pointing between them with a tilt of his chin. "This?"

"Yeah, dumbass."

"No one." said Kirishima. "I swear, Bakugou. I've never done it with anyone before. Or since. I only want you. I...I thought that I should make it good for you. So I studied a lot on my own. I didn't want it just to be about me so...There's all sorts of stuff on the Internet to-"

He was blushing, his cheeks almost as red as his hair, and Bakugou couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. "You're telling me you studied all this, yet you need my help to get a C on the reading tests we do every fuckin' week."

"I just wanted to make it good for you too." he said again, looking sheepish.

"You're an idiot." Katsuki said, but he was blushing too, reaching down to snake his fingers between Eijirou's.

Another moment of silence passed between them before Kirishima pushed himself up, reaching to the nightstand to grab a hand towel he kept there. "Want me to-" he asked, but Katsuki snatched the towel away from him with a growl.

"Fuck off." he said, sitting on the side of the bed as he wiped himself down. “Next time, it’s my turn!”

Kirishima hummed in acknowledgment, dragging a lazy hand down Bakugou's naked back affectionately. “Yeah, that’s what you said last time.”

also posted on my ao3

[my-queer-o-academia]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Word Count: 33.6k, 2/2 Chapters, Complete

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Bakugou knows exactly who he is and what he wants. That is until Kirishima asks him an innocent question and, unbeknownst to the dumbass, sends him down a ridiculous path of self-discovery.

But it's okay, he's fine, he's not even worried about it. Because Bakugou has a plan–a flawless plan–to solve his gay crisis once and for all. With the power of extensive research and logical thinking at his disposal, what could possibly go wrong?

or

Being a teenager is absolute fucking clown shoes and Bakugou wants a damn refund.

[hon-ei]

fly me to the moon (in other words, hold my hand)

“It was a dumb fucking move, I know,” Bakugou huffs. He crosses his arms and throws his feet up onto the table in a swift move. “Bitch, you don’t have to rub it in.”

“You should write a book.” Uraraka isn’t even gracing him with a look, choosing to examine her nails instead. Deadpan, she continues, “How to lose a man in five syllables or less.”

Next to them, Midoriya snickers.

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or, prince kirishima eijirou and prince bakugou katsuki have been betrothed since they were kids. their parents, in all their earnesty, make them spend the summer together every four years in the hopes that they will fall in love along the way—unfortunately for them, matters of the heart are never that easy.

a swan princess (1994) inspired au.

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[yeahyouresocool]

the best laid plans (and other things that burn)

by yeahyouresocool

6/? chapters, 33k words

kiribaku, fake dating, future fic, beach vacation, family angst

summary:

“You’re what?”

“Um,” Eijirou begins, “I’m… going to pretend to date Bakugou?”

Kaminari starts laughing. Like actually laughing.

or

Somewhere between family dinners, sunburns, and the hand reaching for his own, Eijirou comes to realize some things that were NOT in the terms and conditions.

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chapter 6 is now up!

[oven-thermometer]

Camp Ningyo Chapter 5

a/n: omg heyyyyy guys apologies my life fell apart after uploading my last chapter but i wanted to start writing my shitty gay fanfic again sooooo. This chapter is rlly short just to get me into the swing of things again but I swear ill try my best to write some more soon :)

warnings: none

w/c: 1.1k

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Right after the strange human boy ran off, he was amused. After one day he was annoyed. After three, he was concerned. Overthinking fueled his anxiety as every possible horrible outcome flooded his mind. Had he told someone? Although the siren was confident he wouldn’t do something like that. Was he maybe in trouble? But surely he had weighed the risks of sneaking off every day and would’ve come to see him. Did he scare him off? That last question gave him pause. With all his might he couldn’t come up with a reason why it wouldn’t be true. He didn’t know the first thing about what humans considered frightening, and he didn’t pretend to. All he knew was how to trap their idiotic little minds in cages of songs and madness. 

But after seeing the human boy’s face again as the siren sat silently on that plush surface, all of those odd worries melted away. He couldn’t explain it, but this boy brought the most perplexing sense of calm over him – one that made his guard fall even after years of careful cultivation of anxiety and dread.

Kirishima’s throat felt dry. His eye’s widened in disbelief. Thoughts rushed in his head a million miles a minute but none of them ever made their way to the surface. He could only stand, frozen. No explanation for why the siren he had befriended was sitting on his bed with way too many legs and way too few scales.

Ashido, with perfect timing as always, stretched her arms and smiled, “He’s really cute, I’m surprised you didn’t tell us about him earlier.”

The afore mentioned boy remained silent, although his eyebrow twitched upwards in annoyance at this pink haired girl’s comment. Were these really his friends? He sighed and crossed his arms, only then meeting the redhead’s eyes.  A crimson blush took over Kirishima’s face. He swallowed, and quietly asked the others for a moment alone with the new visitor. 

“So, are you gonna say anything to me? Why are you here?” Kirishima sat on the bed next to him. The scratchy surface of Kirishima’s blanket made the siren shift uncomfortably, but he remained silent. Another sigh heaved it’s way out of Kirishima, “Can you even speak?” 

The words left his mouth before he could stop them – he immediately wanted to rip them from the air because of their harshness. He never expected the boy to talk, but he did feel he deserved some answers. He spoke again quickly, “Sorry, I-“

“Hurts..to speak…” a tiny voice seemed to crawl on it’s knees out of the other boys mouth. It was scratchy and deep, but it was there. 

Kirishima only nodded after a few moments – not in understanding, because how could he, but in silent pity. His mind was still struggling to wrap around all of this. How was he even going to broach the subject? Why was the siren sitting here exactly, looking all too human?

“Thought something…happened…”, Kirishima jumped slightly at his words – did he say all that out loud?  He swallowed the lump sitting stubbornly in his throat. 

“You thought something happened to me? Why?” The boy shifted again. Why was the feeling of this damn blanket so annoying to him?  “You…ran off. Didn’t come…back.. got worried.” he coughed slightly, obviously still straining to continue speaking. 

Kirishima hung his head in mock shame. He knew he’d have to face this eventually, but he thought it would be on his own terms at least. He chuckled softly to himself at that. He really was pathetic.  When he raised his head to look at the boy next to him, he found the perfect vermillion eyes staring back at him. He swallowed again.

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t really know why I ran off myself. I’m, sorry.”, the words stung the inside of his mouth. He hated lying. He knew exactly why he ran away. He was a coward for not telling him, and he curled in on himsel-

“Did I scare…you?”, his voice was so unsure. He could feel the uncertainty titter-totering around behind those words. Uncertainty if he should even be asking that question.

But Kirishima was quick to reassure him, “No no!” he laughed, “Um, no. If anything I know it wasn’t because I was scared of you.”

Those vermillion eyes and sculpted features stared at him with a frown and one brow raised – clearly not believing him. 

“I’m serious! If I was scared of you, would I have agreed to be in here with you, alone?”, he smiled. And the boy almost did too – almost. He quickly regained control of his features and finally drew his eyes to the floor again.

A loud bang on the door interrupted the silence that promptly fell. The old wooden door moaned under the strain of the forceful knocks and Kirishima rushed to open it. As soon as he did, Kaminari’s worried face greeted him.

“Dude! You have to get him out of here, Miss Mitsuki is coming!”, Kaminari whisper-shouted. Cold panic slid down Kirishima’s spine. “What? Why!?” Kirishima sub-consciously closed the door a little – attempting to hide the teenager still sitting on the bed behind him. “I don’t know dude, she just said she wanted to talk to you in the bunk room! We managed to stall her telling her you were getting dressed but she’ll be back any second!”

The hushed panic piqued the siren’s interest. He stood from the bed silently, his legs wobbling. He leaned his head over Kirishima’s shoulder to hear better but as soon as the redhead noticed, he spoke quickly to the boy on the other side of the door and shut it just as quickly. Annoyance pricked the back of the siren’s neck. What were they hiding? He didn’t like this anymore.

Kirishima turned to face him, using his hands to push him over to the nearby window. It looked out over the surrounding forest and was covered only by a tired, white curtain. Kirishima’s eyes went wide as the siren stopped him and adorned a look that could kill – and probably has.

Kirishima held onto the boy’s shoulders and stared into his eyes. He spoke quietly, “Listen, if you don’t climb out of this window and leave right now someone is going to see you. We won’t be able to lie that you’re in our class or that you’re from around here. She knows everyone so she wouldn’t believe us.”

The blond boy swallowed a lump in his own throat. His frown deepened.

“I will come find you again, I promise…But you need to go.” Kirishima’s words seeped with concern laced with rushed panic. 

The siren tsked, anger rising from him like hot air as he clumsily clambered out of the window. He mumbled to himself, curses strung along as he made his way through the dense forest. He didn’t turn around to see Kirishima’s relieved sigh, or how he looked after him to make sure he was safe. Dammit.

[soukokucchi]

Me, every time AO3 is down:

Please I cannot keep going on like this. I need my daily fix of gay fanfiction. I hope they will be able to fix it soon. I cannot stand being alone with my own thoughts for so long 😭

[rebelssvy]

thigh ride ✧.*

kirishima x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

LABELS: smut. no actual sex. you get off on his thigh. he’s smuttyyyy

you had never been so interested in your boyfriend’s attention. but everything you were doing couldn’t pry his eyes away from his phone.

it had already been a long day, the both of you coming home from work and laying down in your shared bed. he had been sporting only boxers and a plain white shirt. you had been the same way in just your panties and a tshirt you had stolen from him.

maybe it was the way he wasn’t looking at you, or giving you little attention at all that ticked you off.

you gave him little kisses on his cheeks before pulling yourself back.

a smile plastered on his face, but his eyes were still watching his phone.

“kiriiii..” you frowned, placing your head on his chest in defeat.

“yes baby..?” he responded, still not buffering his attention to you.

“why can’t you looook at meee….?” you sighed, feeling bummed.

he paused, looking up at you beside him. he was slouched against the headboard. he took in all your features.

“what’s wrong babe? everything ok?” he asked as if it was that simple.

he didn’t know how badly you missed his touch. you craved his intimacy.

you groaned against his shoulder. hiding your face in this collar bone. you strattled him. sitting on one of his thighs.

he turned his attention back to his phone when you didn’t give him a verbal response.

the heat in your core had become overwhelming. you needed a release.

thinking you were sneaky with it, you slowly grinded your pussy against his thigh. wetness growing in your panties.

a sharp breath getting sucked in when he activated his quirk. his muscular thigh becoming hard, and slightly rigid.

you looked at him with heated eyes, just to be met with a man that now had all his interest on you.

you wondered how long you had been grinding on him before he noticed.

“don’t get all shy now babe.” he stated chuckling a little. his hands found your hips. pulling you closer to himself.

your skin grew hot.

he didn’t dirty talk much. normally kirishima was so vanilla it was painful. but when he was dirty, he was disgusting.

“aww cmon don’t get all shy… not when you were just getting off on me.” he said pulling his tshirt off your body. revealing your pebbled nipples.

“take your panties off then rub yourself on my thigh.” he said casually. tone sounding friendly. but still, you did what he wanted.

you had a built up pool of wetness on your undergarments. just as you went to throw them off the bed he grabbed them.

he gave you questionable eyes until you were on his thigh again. your weight returning onto him.

not breaking eye contact not once, he brought your thong up to his nose, taking a deep breath.

disgusting.

“oh cmon babe you can’t look at me like that you have no right!” he laughed throwing your panties away from him. you laughed with him.

his comedic demeanor gone in a second, he dropped his head to your ear whispering.

“i wanna watch you get off on my thigh. no joke. so.. do. it.” he spat. not sounding mean. just demanding.

he gave you a sympathetic smile, returning his hands to your waist. you started your action once again. fully naked and needy.

your heat rubbed on him. you looked pathetic.

every now and then his mouth would find your boob. teasing you. nipping at your skin.

as you got closer he picked up on it. hardening his thigh again, and using one of his hands to pinch at your clit.

rubbing small circles into the showing flesh.

his other hand found your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss. you moaned into his mouth.

“your so pretty.” he mumbled. you grinned softly.

up and back, up and back, you hips rolled against his thigh.

faster and faster.

you moaned out chasing your release.

“cmon cum on my thigh..” he whispered to you, his eyes not leaving where you connected.

and so you did.

“fuckkk… kirishima!” you moaned out. head falling back.

he kept his arms on your body. as you slowly grew limp.

he shook his head with satisfaction. eating up every second of what he was seeing.

“oh my god! kiriiii” you dragged out.

“next time just ask baby” he said to you. laughing at your fucked our expression.

next time you might just ask..

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

….

i’m madly in love with him.

bye.

[these-written-reveries]

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*Last Updated: 7/28/24

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Selfish (kiribaku ver.) (F, A)

‣ Summary: Katsuki is convinced that you and Eijirou are in love with each other, but not him. His plan to keep his feelings hidden from you both quickly begins to fall apart the moment you confront him, and his selfish urges take over.

[gobitobi]

waking up with your boyfriends/husbands

reblogs, comments, and notes are much appreciated!!

based heavily off of yuzuya’s krbk series 😁

waking up with eijiro and katsuki is like a dream. katsuki’s usually a peaceful sleeper but can move around a bit, so you find his arm slung over your waist when you writhe awake. as for eijiro, he fell asleep holding you close to his chest but you now see him laying on his back, his messy, crimson hair slung across his white pillow, and his arms going two separate ways on the mattress.

you try to wiggle out from under katsuki’s massive arm when you feel that you have to use the restroom. but when you move an inch too much, his grip around you tightens and he yanks you back to the mattress and pulls him close to your chest.

“nuh-uh,” he mutters against the drool-glazed pillow as he secures you in his grasp. you chuckle, trying to push him off. “kats, i have to pee,” you say, attempting to hoist his muscular arm away from you but he won’t let up. he just pulls you closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your morning scent.

you decide to give in and just lay there for a bit more until eijiro stirs awake. he turns to his side and his eyelids flutter open. the first thing he sees is you tucked in katsuki’s arms and he loves it.

eijiro reaches forward you and tucks you hair behind your ear then caresses your cheek. “good morning,” he says. (his morning voice sounds like pancakes istg) you return his smile and caress the back of his hand on your face. “good morning,” you reply.

katsuki’s arm shifts from under you and reaches out for eijiro’s huge arm. his burning red eyes aren’t even visible to the redhead yet because he has his face buried in the back of your shoulder. “c’mere,” he mutters, yoinking eijiro towards you both. the redhead chuckles and wraps his arms around you both, pulling you closer and taking up less space of the king-size mattress.

secret, katsuki waits until he knows you and eijiro have fallen back asleep until he wiggles away (since he’s on the side of the bed) and makes you both breakfast that he serves to you in bed.

can you tell i love my husbands

[sansfangirl24]

I can just imagine Bakugo getting ready to go out to get like some food or something and he would look at his partners (you and Kirishima) and be like "While I'm gone you two better not mess anything up or be crazy. I want this place to be exactly how it was when I left" you and Kirishima would give him innocent looks and nod "of course!" "we're responsible baby!" and after one peck on the lips for each of you Bakugo would leave. Kirishima would look at you. You would look at Kirishima. and all of the sudden your blasting music with strobe lights and bubble machines that you got from Kaminari and having a water gun fight inside (you put the electronics in a different room so they wouldn't get ruined) after your both soaked and tired you had about 20 minutes to clean everything up. thanks to the fear of your boyfriend yelling at both of you everything gets dried including you and Kirishima, the electronics are back in their spots, and you even made cookies for Bakugo while Kirishima put away the strobe lights and bubble machines. When Bakugo got back, he was none the wiser and he even snuggled with you two as a reward for keeping things clean.

Eventually of course after doing this for literally months Bakugo ended up finding out when he walked in on you two because he forgot his wallet. You and Kirishima had never heard Bakugo yell so loud (at least towards you two) and that was how you got banned from staying alone together when Bakugo was out. Bakugo hires the Deku-squad to watch you two every time he has to go out for more than 10 minutes now

[mrshowlsmovingcastle]

Was it just me or when you first started reading fanfiction you thought orphan_account was the most prolific writer ever?

[thezeninclan]

bottom baku and top kiri?

there's just something intoxicating about the person katsuki bakugou becomes at night— especially when he's caught between the matress and the hard body of eijirou kirishima.

the way he comes undone at a single touch, a single press, sometimes even a single breath. hell, sometimes even a single glance from kirishima is enough to send him over the edge, make him tremble.

it's addicting, how easily consumed he is, how capable he is of unfurling completely beneath kirishima's ministrations. sometimes bakugou even begs, and god does he feel so powerful then, when he's got bakugou flat on his belly in their bed, naked as the day he was born and trembling just as much, a pink blush spreading evenly across his cheeks and down his neck, even reaching out to coat his ears in red.

his hips push back against kirishima's, insistent, trying to convey his desire with wordless anticipation. but kirishima would never let him get away with that. no bakugou has to use his words if he wants to be a good boy. after all, only good boys get his attention.

"p-please." kasuki whispers, the corners of his eyes leaking tears down hot cheeks, the gape of his mouth making drool run from the side of his mouth.

"please what?" asked kirishima, forcing him down with a hand on katsuki's back so his hips angle upward. his red eyes flashed darkly, consumed by lust and hunger, watching the way katsuki's thighs trembled, the way his cock leaked.

"please...let me come. please k-kirishima. I need to, n-need to. need to c-come." kirishima silenced him with a searing kiss, pulling his body flush against his.

"I dunno..." he whispered, raking back his crimson hair with a hand. his other hand found bakugou's throat, squeezing hard enough at the sides to make him gasp softly, cock twitching as he moaned at the feeling.

bakugou sniffled, a fat tear rolling down his cheek and catching against eijirou's tongue. "please..." he whispered, so soft kirishima barely heard it.

he shook like a leaf in the wind, all pink and soft and tearful. so different from the dynamight who has spent all day screaming, blasting, exploding. no, in their bed he didn't have to yell, didn't have to demand, didn't have to think.

"sure baby." kirishima whispered, moving his body like a rag doll as he positioned his hips. "when you beg so sweetly, how can I resist?"

the sheets beneath them were soaked— with drool, with tears, with cum, and it's nights like this kirishima realized maybe he really didn't mind doing laundry after all.