#bakushima fic

[kitkatrix]

Mermaid Kiri sees Sailor Baku for the first time and just needs to tell him that he's the prettiest pearl he's ever laid eyes on, and that he'd like to court him.

To Bakugou though, a redheaded mermaid hits the boat, lifts its head, and then proceeds to scream like a banshee.

Does it work on Bakugou? Duh. He teaches Kirishima how to talk, and of course the mermaid is more than happy to learn! He wants to court his new mate right, and eventually he will.

One day he and Baku are hanging out, with him mindlessly swimming on the side while Baku does his own thing. Then Kiri decides to try out what he's learned.

"Ka...Ka--sii... may...tee?"

Bakugou stops what he's doing and tilts his head to the side, smiling. "Yes. Yes, I'm your mate."

Kirishima understands the word "yes", and lets out another loud noise, his gills vibrating with excitement. It was official. He finally courted Bakugou! He couldn't be happier.

[transmascofa]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Slash, Third Year Class 1-A (My Hero Academia), Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Hurt Bakugou Katsuki, Headaches & Migraines, Head On Lap, Kirishima Eijirou is a Good Friend, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Pining, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cute Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is Good at Taking Care of Bakugou Katsuki, it's his turn to be the caretaker /aff Series: Part 4 of krbkcuddles week (2024) Summary:

Deku beams, skirting around Bakugou who realizes he’s still standing aimlessly in the doorway. He takes a big step to the side, responding to his departure and cheery, "Night, Kacchan!” with a middle finger.

It’s just him and Kirishima now, standing in the common room near the emergency stairs.

His warm voice cuts through the silence. “You came down for some water right?” He smiles and gestures for him to follow. Bakugou narrows his eyes. “Come on. There should be some chilled ones left in the fridge. Is your migraine bothering you?”

[amykate96]

Kiribaku/Lucifer prompt

Imagine kirishima being a fallen angel.

It's his job in heaven to watch a time-lapse of individual human lives to delegate what area of heaven they go to. But after a few thousand years of doing this, he gets curious. About all the different emotions he sees humans get to have (angels exist to be content and thankful. And nothing else). Especially all the different types of love, including the sexual kinds. But when he asks too many questions, he's cast down.

Now on the other end, you have a demon who's job it is to direct people through their hell loop. They have to go though the single most painful memory of their lives, over and over again. And one day, though it has been building, he starts to question why he's doing this. In this current hell loop, a man is being dragged away from his dying child Infront of him, and that's the torture, that he can never touch her or say goodbye. So bakugo let's him, just this one time. He sees grief. He sees love. He experiences emotions he shouldn't be allowed to experience.

So he runs to the mortal realm.

Bakugous once demonic scaley black skin like wings are now covered in black feathers with red tips, almost like they're dipped in blood.

Kirishimas once angelic golden feathery wings are now golden skin like bat wings.

Bakugo runs his own alternative night club where debauchery thrives. It's all sex, drugs and rock and roll. And eijiro ends up buying and running his own little coffee shop. Family orientated and full of plants and fairy lights. .

But then what happens when they find each other. They can't stand each other at first. Ones trying to get back to heaven and be holier than thou, and one acts like he wants to corrupt more of humanity with his demonic wiles. But then they actually become friends. They talk about their new emotions, their feelings, their trauma. Actually figure out who they are and who they want to be, and if they even want to go back home.

And what if... This demon who told kirishima he ran away, wasn't even a demon. What if he was hiding a bigger secret. Something like he was instead, a fallen angel himself. Maybe even The first fallen angel...

[ceabu]

KRBK MONTH DAY 7 - DOGBOY/CATBOY

personally i see them both as dogboys ♡

[smartzelda]

My Hero Academia Fic Masterpost

Hi, SmartZelda here! Below you will find every fic I have posted for the My Hero Academia fandom. All are organized by date of posting.

Explicit fics are marked as 🔞

Each fic also has the ships it focuses on in parenthesis. Fics without a relationship as a central focus or simply just background relationships are marked as gen.

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Hero of Hearts (Soriku)

Stupid and in Love (Kiribaku, Kirishima & Mina)

Dummy (Affectionate) (Kamijirou)

True Love's Kiss (Kiribaku, Kirishima & Kaminari & Bakugou)

[animlcrisscross]

Wanna Hold You Just For A While

One Shot

Preview:

He couldn't erase his grin as he walked in, almost giddy to see his best friend, the worry of the moment gone. 

“Hey, buddy.” Katsuki’s dad said as soon as he walked in. Eijiro stayed by the entrance, the feeling of nerves creeping back up on him as quickly as they had left. 

“I'm not fucking five, dad.” He heard Katsuki scoff.

“Don't swear, brat. We have a guest.” Said a woman. 

“Another fucking doctor that's gonna tell me something's wrong with my head? Maybe I'd remember shit if these assholes stopped bugging me.”

“Katsuki, your doctors are just trying to help.” Katsuki’s dad assured him. “One of your friends is here, be nice.”

He heard Katsuki sigh, and he finally came from the cover of the door. He doesn't know why he's so nervous, considering that it's well…Katsuki . Maybe it's because he's around his parents for the first time. But they seem nice enough. And apparently, Katsuki talks about him. Which is a nice thing to know, especially because he loves to talk about Katsuki all the time. 

But how could he not? He's his best friend and his super cute crush. The biggest crush he's ever had at this point. And it's just nice to talk about all the sweet things Katsuki does for him and how much he admires him. No one ever gets to see that side of Katsuki, the caring, considerate side. He always feels so special that he gets to see it.

Could you blame him for wanting to talk about Katsuki all the time?

“Someone else I'm not gonna remember from that stupid school I go to?”

“Katsuki…” the woman said again, a sigh heavy on her voice. 

“What, Ma?”

He saw Katsuki in time to witness one of his signature eye-rolls, and he smiled.

“Hey, Kats. How are you feeling?” He greeted with a wave. 

Katsuki’s eyes went wide, pretty pink flushing his cheeks and he swallowed, “Holy fucking shit.”

He walked an inch closer, “Man, I was so worried about you.” He admits, laughing quietly. 

Katsuki shook his head for a split second, “Who the hell are you?”

Eijiro’s heart gave a single pound. His dad had said his brain was a little messed up, but…

“Um—ah, I'm Kirishima. Or uh, you like to call me Shitty Hair. Or Eiji.” His cheeks flamed as the words left him.

“Sorry, kid. The doctor said he was hit by some type of memory loss quirk,” explained Katsuki's mom. 

“Oh,” he pouted, “That's okay. Uh—I mean, I'm sorry.”

“Not your fucking fault.” Katsuki said, scoffing.

“Why don't we let you two catch up? Want some food, Katsuki?” Katsuki's dad asked.

“Whatever.”

“What about you, kiddo? Have you eaten yet?” Katsuki’s dad turned to ask him. 

“I'm fine, thank you!” Eijiro replied. 

With that, Katsuki's parents left, and Eijiro didn't know how to act. Especially because Katsuki was staring him straight on, an intense glare like he was an equation he was analyzing.

“Who are you?” Katsuki said with a squint of his eyes.

“Um...Eijiro? We go to U.A together.”

“Fucking obviously.”

Summary:

Katsuki gets hit with a memory loss quirk and Eijiro doesn't know how to navigate thier "new" friendship.

AO3: [x]

[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.

[cau-lee-flower215]

help i lost a kiribaku fic that meant a lot to me- it was like a fast food au and kirishima flipped burgers and bakugo was a manager and aizawa was in charge and bakugo punched some karen and then he transferred locations and at the end he and kirishima kissed in the parking lot i think and it was on ao3- please does anyone know this fic i'm driving myself crazy-

[emrick-huntr]

Chapter 14 of 'To Be Loved, Is To Be Changed' is out now!!

Tw - suicidal thoughts , dark thoughts , sexual content / sex

RAGH I haven't written smut in FOREVER so I hope it's okay 😫😫 if not then oh well.

I hc bakugou to be a talker, and to lowkey be a service top for kiri.

Also, before yall hate on me or bakugou for edging kiri like 3 times, spoiler alert but baku is a virgin and didn't know kiri was close 😔 LMAO THE SOUND OF THAT BAHAHFHHS

Anyway fools, I have school starting up again so I dunno how my schedule will be!! It'll probably be the same I dunno, but! Trust I will finish this story 👌

Follow my twitter for shit updates and shit posts!! (quillhuntr)

[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.

read on ao3

[schniggles]

Children, Behave (39258 words) by Schnikeys Chapters: 7/15 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Family, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, juvenile delinquents, POV Third Person Limited, Alternate Universe - Canon, BnHA Manga-Compliant, Strangers to Friends, Kirishima Eijirou Wears Crocs, Identity Reveal, Police Misconduct, Kirishima Eijirou Does Not Go to U.A. High School, Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Betaed, Don’t copy to another site, POV Kirishima Eijirou, Suspense

Chapter title: Recombinant Buddy

Chapter summary: Kirishima Eijirō interacts with some adults who think he’s an upstanding young man, some adults who think he’s an embarrassment to his parents, some adults who think he’s an adorable little goth, and some adults whom he’d much, much rather have no idea who he is.

Chapter notes: Contents include police misconduct, legally-permitted repression of civic engagement, culturally sanctioned child abuse, nerdlings who do schoolwork together for fun, therapeutic smashing, organized crime, and HARDCORE PUNK!!!

(Updates Mondays! The link may work a little oddly because it's archive-locked. If necessary, go to my author page first.)

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Rody Soul, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Rody Soul, Pino | Rody Soul's Bird, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Beaches, Day At The Beach, No Plot/Plotless, Fluff, Summer, Sandcastle Building, Boys In Love, Competitive Midoriya Izuku, Competitive Bakugou Katsuki, didn't know those were tags, Summer Love, Betaed, Gift Fic, Happy Birthday King Summary:

Midoriya goes on a double date at the beach with his boyfriend, Rody, and his friends, Kirishima and Bakugou.

[redbirb]

the way you talk with your lips

Fandom: BNHA | MHA Pairing: BKKR & KRBK | Bakugo/Kirishima Rated T: SFW w/ mild sexual tension, mostly romantic fluff & hurt/comfort, 3rd year au, kissing + intimacy, second-hand embarrassment for bakugo, for lots of kissing, also embarrassed bakugo, mina is a good friend, light angst w/ a happy ending

Also found on ao3.

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Bakugo Katsuki is good at everything.

Until he isn’t, but nobody tells him that, not at first. And by nobody that would be his bestfriend, former crush, current boyfriend of two years, Kirishima Eijiro.

It took a lot of dancing and pining before the two got together. Eijiro had to do most of the heavy emotional lifting to get to the mutual confessions, but it had been worth it to get to now, to holding hands and kissing each other in quiet moments between class and school work.

Eijiro prided himself on honesty and open communication, navigating the hardships of any relationship with care and patience. He's cracked Katsuki's tough shell, carving himself a door to knock on when things get rough so he could be let in.

But how do you tell your boyfriend he absolutely sucks at kissing?

He endures it for two years before the sturdy hero crumbles and confesses to Mina, the only person he trusts not to blow up and tell everybody (not Kaminari who can't keep a secret to save his life).

She loses her shit, and rightfully so.

Eijiro waits her out, sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her roll with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes before it smears her eyeliner. He sighs, chin in hand, elbow on knee, patient.

"B-Bakugo can't ki-kiss?!"

"Shh! Not so loud! The walls aren't that thick, Mina," he complains in a hushed tone. He knows he'll be in big trouble if anyone were to overhear; the idea of Sero and Denki's taunting alone has him frowning.

"I can't believe this. Am I in a fever dream?"

Eijiro wishes.

"It's not that he can't kiss," Eijiro stresses, because of course Katsuki knew how to give gentle kisses against his temple on bad days or soft presses of lips on aching hands," it's just when things get... heated he loses it a little."

Mina finally settles, pink hair a mess.

“What do you mean by that?”

He lets out a frustrated whine, falling back to sprawl against the bed. "He doesn't know how to, like, use his tongue? He gets really into it, but he doesn't know how to make it good. It's really sloppy and just... I don't know. I feel bad saying it."

Eijiro didn't really care, not when he got to fall asleep next to his boyfriend every night, not when their dates were filled with laughter and sweet, whispered words.

He didn't need their makeouts to make his toes curl and leave him shivering. He just wanted the intimacy.

“You look like a kicked puppy.”

He groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “You’re not helping. You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Honey, why don’t you suck it up and tell him?”

“Because he’ll never talk to me again if I do. You know how Katsuki can be…”

Temperamental. Private. Prideful.

And very much in love with Eijiro as much as Eijiro was in love with him. It feels like a low blow, it shouldn't make him yearn the way he does. But how much happier would he and Katsuki be if they both knew what they were doing?

"You could teach him," Mina suggests. "If you sit him down and talk to him, give him a day to stew about it, then show him what you want."

He supposes that's true, easy enough. So why is he so scared he's about to mess up everything by being greedy?

"How do I tell my boyfriend he's a lousy kisser when he doesn't like to admit he's bad at anything?"

A sound, something hard hitting the ground, the flap of paper. Eijiro looks up, heart dropping down into his stomach.

Because Katsuki is looking at him with heartbroken eyes.

Shit. Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, and more shit.

"I-I, what are you doing here?"

Smooth. Eijiro wanted to bash his head against the wall, unhardened. Katsuki's eyes were shining rubies, beautiful and sad, and full of emotion, but hurt being the most prominent.

His focus shifts to the magazine that's been dropped to the floor. It's a fitness book, they'd been talking about getting new weights, Eijiro could use a new punching bag, something custom made with a Red Riot logo perhaps.

Now he feels even more like an ass.

By the time he looks back up, Katsuki's gaze has sharpened, no longer vulnerable. His walls were up, ruby eyes turned into broken glass, threatening to tear Eijiro open, laid bare and wounded just as Katsuki had been.

They searched, burned, questioned.

Then Mina moved, reminding them both that she was here, and they were having a staring contest in her room. Awkward.

“Ahem. Mom, Dad, I know you’re fighting but—”

“Oh fuck off!”

Katsuki shouts and quickly turns on his heel, the door slamming right after him, rattling the walls with echoes of his frustration.

Eijiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Shit."

“Well that could’ve gone better.”

"Mina," he whines, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face, hoping to suffocate himself.

He can't see her roll her eyes, but he feels another pillow being thrown at him, landing on his chest. "Quit being a baby and go talk to your boyfriend like a manly man, or whatever it is you need to convince yourself to get off my bed."

Eijiro huffs, but does as he's told, getting up and slinking out of his friend's room. Apprehensively, he finds himself outside of Katsuki's dorm room, wringing the forgotten magazine in his hands. He finds the courage to knock, firm enough to be heard.

“Katsuki?”

He waits. After a minute he thinks he's being shut out, that he should give his boyfriend time to mope and seethe.

Then the door is ripped open, Katsuki's angry face greeting him with bared teeth. "What? Are you done humiliating me?"

“I wasn’t—”

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki hisses, grabbing the front of Eijiro's shirt, pulling him forcibly inside the room, slamming the door then his body against it.

It’s another moment of intense eye contact.

Katsuki's nostrils flare as he attempts a breathing exercise, trying to keep himself from exploding. It's cute, as cute as a raging bull can be.

Eijiro can wait for him. He’s done it countless times before, giving his explosive boyfriend silent support.

The struggle is plain across Katsuki’s face. Eventually he calms down, slowly like a deflating balloon; hunched shoulders relax, the wrinkle in his brows smooth over, even his mouth softens.

Forehead meets shoulder, defeated. “I thought you liked kissing me.”

It's heartbreakingly melancholic. Eijiro wants to kiss the sadness away, but it'll take more than that to mend the hurt ego of his boyfriend.

"I do, I like kissing you a lot! It's just... how you kiss sometimes just—," he bites his lip, unsure.

There's a puff of hot breath at his shoulder, he can feel it through the cotton of his shirt. Katsuki lifts his head to look at him dead on. “Talk clearly, dumbass.”

"You're really sloppy!" He blurts out before he can back out. He's committed to being honest, that's what Katsuki is asking of him. The guilt is still there, tugging with greedy hands, worse when seeing his boyfriend's gobsmacked face.

"Hah!? What the fuck, Ei?"

"Look just— you said talk so just listen okay?" He points to the bed, earning a huff and small shove.

There's grumbling and shuffling, but eventually they're sitting on the bed, facing each other. Eijiro nervously presses his palms against his knees, taking a deep breath.

"I love kissing you. It's, like, my favorite thing to do! Your lips are so soft and your hands are so warm—"

“Fucking— damnit Ei, get to the point!”

Flustered, Katsuki also presses his hands against his knees, trying to wipe the nervous sweat away. He licks his lips, self-conscious.

Eijiro gives him mercy, reigning in the sappiness for now.

“You get too… excited. Like the way you use your tongue is, I don’t know, too much. If you’d just slow down maybe?”

Katsuki growls, frustrated. Was he using too much tongue? Was he too aggressive when they kissed?

"You never said anything before," he mumbles. Did he use too much teeth? No, he figured that one out after their first kiss.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“And telling Pinkie wasn’t?”

“I needed advice!”

They grow quiet again. Eventually Katsuki reaches out, grabbing one of Eijiro's hands tightly. He pulls, pulls until his boyfriend falls into his lap. With arms tightly wound around a familiar waist, Katsuki can finally breathe.

“Then show me. Show me how you want me to do it.”

Eijiro is very aware of his position, the way he's straddling his boyfriend, hands resting on strong shoulders. Manly, he can’t help thinking.

He's hesitant at first, scrutinized under Katsuki's penetrating gaze. He feels seen through, and the glimmer in those eyes challenges him, dares him to put his money where his mouth is.

Or rather his kissing skills where his mouth is.

Fingers fit along Katsuki's jaw, making him shiver. Trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest, he stares up. Eijiro's hair is down, soft strands of red tickling his cheeks. He has half a thought to move his hands, to pull hips closer or run a hand through that hair. He doesn’t, trying to give his boyfriend the reins.

It's hard, he's used to taking the lead, but maybe that's the problem. Eijiro needs to lead, to take, and the idea is a turn on if he were honest with anyone besides his thoughts.

"Ei," he murmurs in encouragement, skin buzzing with anticipation the longer he has to wait.

And Eijiro, damn him, smiles. It's unfair how he steals Katsuki's breath away with little effort, keeping the explosive blond hopelessly in love.

Finally, Eijiro leans in, head tilting to fit their lips together. It's soft, softer than their first kiss, and it sends pleasure and happiness through Katsuki like lightning.

He can't help the way his hands grasp at the back of Eijiro's shirt, or the hushed groan that leaves his lips. There's just something about having Ei's weight on him, hands touching him gently, the careful way they slot together like puzzle pieces.

It's that moment in the romance novels he secretly reads, the one that says 'Oh, you're the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and I'm an asteroid caught in your orbit, ready to collide with you.'

Katsuki will be happy to experience it again and again, forever.

But he has to focus, figure out what he's lacking, and how he can love Eijiro better. No way is he missing out on anything, eyes closed, but trying not to get lost in it like he usually does.

The first slide of tongue is hot and slow, unhurried, almost like it's making love to his mouth. Katsuki moans, shifts the weight in his lap, trying to press closer somehow.

It's not enough, it's never enough when it comes to Eijiro unless he's pinning the other boy down—

Lips break apart with a wet 'smek!' and Katsuki growls in annoyance as he opens his eyes. Somehow Eijiro is under him, hair splayed out looking up at him in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Their hips are flush together, Katsuki can feel heat spreading from head to toe.

“Katsuki.” Eijiro is laughing.

He can feel his face burn up worse than his quirk. "Fuck, I didn't..."

"You always do this. You get so—" Eijiro rolls his eyes, but his smile holds no malice. It makes Katsuki want to kiss him again. "I love you."

And there goes his heart, melting like a popsicle under the heat of the sun, or maybe a warm mouth like Eijiro's.

He swallows harshly, leaning in again, but a hand covering his mouth stops him. He opens his eyes, forgets ever closing them, to see Eijiro grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.

“Nope. I’m cutting you off.”

He tries to say something, muffled by the palm. He growls, moving until he can get into a position to bite.

"Hey!" The hand flies back, a pout replacing the wild smile. "You didn't even say it back, jerk."

“You want me to say it?”

It's Katsuki's turn to grin, one hand sliding up Eijiro's shirt, fingers dancing along exposed skin. It has the desired effect, the body beneath him squirming instantly, trapped and unable to escape the revenge. He pairs the tickling with gentle bites along his boyfriend's neck as Eijiro fights in his hold. There's laughter, some pleading, and when Katsuki thinks he's had enough, he pulls back. He takes another long look, taking in flushed cheeks, messy hair and a panting mouth.

The grin softens into a smile. "Fucking love you," it's a whisper, like a secret, reminding Ei that these words were meant for him and him alone. A grunt, impatient, follows. "Now can I fucking kiss you?"

Eijiro laughs with a nod, settling down as lips skim across his cheek. Katsuki tries on his own this time, starting the kiss slow, applying the short lesson he allowed Eijiro to give. He molds their lips together carefully, imitating Eijiro. Slowly he inches his tongue in to join, flicking it across pointed teeth teasingly. Pride swells in his chest when Ei moans, hands moving to comb through soft blonde hair.

Katsuki presses forward, reminding himself to go slow. Eijiro deserves the effort, the time it takes to break him down into a blissed out mess. He continues licking, then pulling back to initiate another kiss in the same slow manner. Everything grows hotter, deeper.

Eijiro keeps making these pleased little noises: hums, groans, even a few gasps when Katsuki adds a little nip. And Katsuki understands now why his boyfriend felt a little underwhelmed. There's something about the slowness that makes things more intense, more intimate.

When they finally part again, they need a minute to catch their breaths. Katsuki's lungs are filled with awe at the glazed look in Eijiro's eyes, the way his boyfriend is relaxed in the bedsheets.

Katsuki is no longer an asteroid, he's a comet crashing and burning with love.

"Ha," he says the second he can breathe again," I'm the fucking best."

He's not offended by Eijiro's laugh for long, not when he's pulled back in for another kiss. Because Bakugo Katsuki is a fast learner, and he refuses to be bad at anything, especially loving Kirishima Eijiro.

[seventypercentvodka-writes]

KRBK FIC ON AO3

Happily ever after

By seventypercentvodka on ao3

Summary:

Bakugou didn't ask for a stupid villain,

he didn't ask for a kid,

and he DEFINETLY didn't ask to be stuck in a fucking faiytale.

So, I thought it was about time I uploaded this one here.

Most couples are already stablished but you guys can vote for your favorite and I might add it as well 💕

You can comment suggestions too!

[animlcrisscross]

It Was Simple (You Are Sweetness)

Chaptered Fic

Preview

It was time for graduation, and things between him and Eijiro weren't the best. He tried his best to ignore him. He tried his best to maybe float away from everything he loved so deeply. So deeply he felt his heart jolt every time he saw that forgiving, kind smile. He didn't want to disappoint him. He didn't want to break his excitement about moving on together. But every time their eyes met? Every time he saw his hopeful smile and the love in his gaze? He felt…

He felt.

The last time he had felt a moment of bliss was the night before graduation. Eijiro had held him tight in his emptied dorm, thinking he was asleep again as he whispered, “I love you so much, Katsuki. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He loves Eijiro. He adores him more than anything in the world. So, he doesn't know why the sound of his love, so clear, had brought a sting to his throat. Why it burned at his skin. 

On the day of their graduation, Eijiro had brought him into a passionate kiss as they were declared official pro heroes, pulling him to the side after the ceremony was over. He had tears in his eyes, looking so beautiful amongst the confetti and cheers that he almost gave in. He almost let himself believe that he could have Eijiro and hero work. 

But, ‘ You have to be ready for loss. You have to be ready for being apart. You have to be ready for fear .’ Played like a loop in his mind. The thought of Eijiro down and beaten in a hospital bed because of him made his heart drop to his stomach. He felt like he had pinpricks on his skin. Something burning and ready to burst.

Eijiro had said he had a surprise for him after the ceremony. And as soon as he pulled him away further and away from all the excitement, it felt like the sky was sloshing. He bit at the inside of his lip as Eijiro thrust his hands into his pockets with a nervous smile. 

“So, Kats. Do you think, now, we can make this official? You know, since we’re official heroes and all? Maybe we can be official boyfriends?” Eijiro held out his hand, but he had seemed too nervous to notice he didn't take it, “And maybe—ah…moving—?” 

Eijiro sniffed, giving him a small smile.  

Everyone that knew them knew that they were each other’s. It had been something unwritten since their first year. Everyone just assumed they were together. They absolutely had to be, considering all the time they spent together, all the late-night sleepovers that they didn’t even try to hide, all the common room snuggling and holding hands in public. 

But, no one had officially asked the question. Until then. 

Katsuki felt tears rush to his eyes, a heat rush to his cheeks. He didn't even hear himself saying it, but he saw Eijiro’s face crumble. His heart falling like shards on the ground along with his tears.

“What do—Katsuki? W-what you mean, no ?”

Fuck. Fuck . Why was he doing this? Why was—

With his lack of response. Eijiro started to turn away, and his words rushed to his lips. 

“Eijiro, wait I—”

Eijiro had turned around with a laugh that almost sounded venomous, pain so clear in his throat that he wished he could take the sun and rewind the hours. The years before he allowed himself to fall in love with Eijiro Kirishima.

“So, we’re done then?”

Summary:

Bakugo Katsuki liked to believe he didn’t care about relationships anymore. Especially since the one person who he was convinced was the love of his life seemed like he didn’t want anything to do with him. Well, “seemed” was putting it generously. The bastard hadn’t talked to him since graduation. And, well, that was mostly his fault. Okay, 100 fucking percent his fault.

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Katsuki and Eijiro are on the next steps of their lives. Will they fall out of step with each other as they continue through their journey of healing, self discovery, and the pain of love?

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Writing a Kiribaku Fantasy Au Fic...let's see if I actually go through with it....