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Kiri: *asks deku for dating advice*
Deku: you have nothing to be afraid kirishima! You're great and kacchan doesn't bite...
Bakugou: *wrapped around todoroki's leg trying to gnaw it off like the feral demon he is*
Todoroki: *attempts to shake him off*
Kiri:
Deku: well- he does, but you'll be fine.
C’mon senpai, say cheese!
______________________ I love them so much <3
Confessions.
A\N: is this self-indulgent? Yes, yes it is. And did I cry writing this? Positive. Okay, the thing is, this is something I've been wanting to publish for so long, but I didn't have the courage to do so. But recently, I told someone about the whole ordeal and the reaction I got was so different than I expected, so I thought why not write this? Even if one person sees it and relates, or maybe even encourages them to talk to anyone about it, (even if you don't have anybody please I beg you come to me I'll always listen to anything you want to say), I would be so happy. Please don't think this is because I'm trying to get sympathy points, it's not. I don't want anything like that, just to actually help anyone who was in my situation. This fic (rant more like it) isn't fully based on my situation, mine is different, but I didn't feel comfortable talking about that, oh and this isn't edited, I didn't really want to read it over and over again so idk. So, anyway, I'll be posting one of the requests today too, it's fluff yay and my first aizawa attempt, so... Yeah. A/n is longer than the fic itself, seems like it.
Warnings: delicate subject, mentions of sexual harrasment, reader isn't in a good mental state, guys if it's triggering don't read it please I have no idea if there's any other things that could be triggering
Genre: angst, some fluff in the end
Pairing: bakugou x reader
W.c: 1,6k
You felt weak.
You have never felt this weak before, so helpless and unsafe.
You felt like you weren't supposed to talk about this with anyone. It was like if you told anyone, they would shame you, like they wouldn't believe you, or maybe even tell you it was your fault.
It didn't make any sense, why would anyone think that your logical part asked. But your insecurities wouldn't let you tell anything to anyone, making you feel sick when you tried to even hint it.
So you decided it was the best not to say anything, hide it forever even. Though you thought that was for the best for everyone, it was the hardest thing you probably ever did.
Your friends were aware of how jumpy you were late, how whenever someone touched you for anything, or even brushed you slightly, you froze with fear. But when they asked about it, you would brush it off as nothing.
They noticed how moody you were too, how frustrated you were with everything, crying, or getting mad at random, small things.
How you distanced yourself from people, hid for them, isolating yourself.
It was hard for them to see you like this -you were trying your hardest to smile and laugh like you always did, but they could see how much it hurt you to pretend- but it was especially hard for one certain angry boy. Bakugou was going insane, not knowing what was hurting you so and not being able to do anything about it.
Though he could never admit it, he had a crush on you. The worst kind, at that, or so he thought. He didn't like this feeling, of liking someone so much that you were constantly on his mind, his mood changing according to yours, laughing when you laughed, getting furious when you cried.
And lately, it was killing him. He knew you had feelings for him too, he knew how much you tried to look happy when he was around but it was just hurting you and that was even worse.
It was only until that one day he heard your soft voice, trembling with sadness as you explained what was going on to your best friend, Kirishima.
He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, but it was impossible for him to just leave when you were crying so.
"I'm sorry." You told Kirishima between your tears. "I'm so sorry."
***
You knew you had to tell him some time. You just hoped it would be later. But there was no running away when Kirishima pulled you to the roof, making you sit and waiting for you to speak.
"You have to tell me." He told you as you squirmed to get away. "I need you to speak to me, Yn. I need to know so I can help you, you're my best friend and I can't keep pretending nothings going on."
"I can't either." You answered, whispering without even noticing.
"I can't lie anymore, I'm tired." You sighed and hid your face in your hands. "Eiji, you have to promise me you'll listen to me until the end, and don't do anything I tell you not to do."
"Of course." He promised.
"This is about my professor." You finally admitted.
"The one you get along very well with?" He asked cautiously, afraid that wrong words were going to make you stop.
"Uh, yeah." You answered with a dry, humorless chuckle. "Apparently, we weren't getting along for the right reasons." At this, his head snapped up, his eyes locked with yours. "What?!"
"He-he tries to touch me." You mumbled in your hands. "Y/N, what the fuck does that mean?" He tried to stay calm, but how could someone stay calm over that?
Your insecurities infecting you, you felt like he was questioning you, not believing you and you swallowed hardly. "You know what? I-it's really not that important, I exaggerated." You told him, feeling uneasy all of a sudden. But he wasn't having it. He scooted near you, taking your hand in his. "No, Y/N, we have to talk about this! What do you mean by- by trying to touch you?" Your heart hammering in your chest you decided to rip the band-aid off.
"He touches me." You repeated, a lump in your throat, not allowing you to speak more than a whisper. "And he always has that- that smile... that smile that shows he knows what he's doing, and he knows how weak I am, how I can never do anything about it." You went on, feeling the hot tears tumbling down your cheeks. You shuddered with the unwanted memories.
"Did he-" Kirishima stopped talking, wide eyes watching you. "Did he ever..." Although he couldn't finish his sentence, you knew what he meant. "No." You told him. "He never went all the way, it's more like he's toying with me."
"How did this happen?" He asked, words so silent, you almost didn't hear them.
You shrugged. "It started small." Your voice faltering with tears. "At first I thought it wasn't on purpose." You told him as you relived the memories. "His hand sometimes brushed my breasts and my skirt... He would also press his body against mine when he was walking in the hallways..."
Oh my God, this was terrible. Just talking about it made you feel so weak. Why couldn't you just say something, do anything? Why did you always freeze with fear instead of fighting? Maybe some people just didn't have it. Did this make you unworthy?
"Then it just started to get worse. He would full-on grab me when he 'helped' me with my questions, would always come so- so close to me that I could feel him. He started to corner me, made me stay after class, and just always tried to catch me alone."
"Oh my God," Kirishima mumbled, unable to say anything else. "Why didn't you say anything?"
Yes. Why didn't you?
"I was scared." You whispered. "I was scared of- of you thinking I was lying, that I was saying this for attention, that I was exaggerating, that this wasn't important that this was my fault."
Was it your fault? Maybe you could have worn pants instead of skirts. Or maybe you smiled at him too much, did you give him the wrong impressions? Was it really your fault?
His head snapped up, angrier than you had ever seen him. "How could you think all that?" He asked voice laced with anger. "He is a... a well-loved person, Eijirou. Everybody likes him, trusts him and he just looks so nice... Why would anyone believe me when-" You stopped talking when he hugged you once again, tighter than ever before. "I would always believe you."
I would always believe you. Words you longed to hear so damn much, making you cry uncontrollably.
"I feel so weak, Eiji." You said once again, the nickname you had given him falling off your lips for the first time in a while. "I can't even say anything to him... I'm weak... I'm afraid of people judging me, and I just can't feel safe anymore. I can't even trust myself."
"I'm so sorry." He told you between the sniffs he was trying to hide, you thought it was ironic that he was the one apologizing. "I'm so sorry Y/N."
Both of you weren't aware of the angry boy listening to you, shaking with anger and sadness. He couldn't believe there was someone out there making you feel like this when he himself couldn't even dare to tell you his feelings, let alone touch you.
***
"Where are you taking me?" You asked at the boy tugging at your wrists, pulling you somewhere.
Bakugou came to your door the next day he heard your conversation with Kirishima, a plan in his mind to help you, at least a little bit.
"Okay, we're here." He told you. He had brought you on a small field, surrounded by trees and flowers, an empty space in the middle. Your heart beat fastened in your chest, but how could it not when he looked this way to you?
"I will teach you self defense." He told you.
"What?" Wasn't that a little too random? "You heard me." He answered gruffly. "I'll teach you how to defend yourself."
"I- I mean- thank you!" You said, laughing a little. "But I don't understand..."
Oh no.
"Why?" You wanted- needed his answer to be something, anything other than what you had in mind. But it was obvious that it wasn't, when he stayed quiet.
"You heard us." You whispered, hand trembling with fear. The boy you liked, the one you had the biggest crush on, had heard how pathetic you were, how you didn't even have the courage to speak, to push this man's hand and confront him.
"No-" you choked. "It's not what you think." You said as you thought about what you could say, but your mind went blank when his hand caressed your cheek. "Don't." He told you. "Don't lie to me, you don't need to. You don't have to talk about it either, but I'll be here, always here for you to speak, to seek help, and now I will teach you self defense. You said you didn't feel safe, you felt weak. I'll be your safe place if you need me to, but I want you to feel safe yourself too."
You opened your mouth to say something but he didn't let you.
"Look, this isn't because I'm pitying you, or because I think you're not capable of defending yourself. I just- I want to help you, be with you, and this is the only thing I can do."
"Thank you." You whispered and without giving any warnings, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "You have no idea how much this helps."
A long silence went between you, allowing you to ask that one question.
"But why are you doing all this for me, Bakugou?"
He pulled back with your question, though so slightly that your noses almost touched each other. "It's because-" he stopped, fear clawing in him. What if you didn't feel the same way? He knew you did, but what if you didn't?
He gulped and took a deep breath. You have been acting so brave for the longest time, he couldn't even understand what you had went through- even though you couldn't see how brave you were yourself. So he decided it was his turn to be brave now.
"It's because I'm in love with you." Your breath stuck in you, eyes wide but a smile of relief on your lips. "Bakugou..." You whispered as he leaned in a little more.
"I love you too."
always there to help
Synopsis: You suck at math, and who could be better suited for the job to help you, other than your brother's best friend, the born genius, Bakugou?
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x (Kirishima's sister)Reader
Warnings: Swearing, maybe some bad writing
A/N: So, I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't been writing anything lately, I just didn’t like anything I wrote, so, sorry about that. This one might seem a little all over the place too lol, but it’s because I inteded it to be a small drabble. but accidentally made it a 5.1k fic. So, it might not be one f my better works, but I had a lot of fun writing it!
BY THE WAY, 100 followers guys! Thank you so much for that!
You were working on your homework when you heard the doorbell. You sighed deeply, standing up and going to the door, not expecting to see your brother and his friend group to be standing on the other side.
One specific friend caught your eye, his spiky, ash blonde hair hard to miss. You could feel your heartbeat rising almost instantly, cheeks now a bit warmer than before. You wished you had worn something else, anything but pajama shorts and an oversize shirt, maybe combed your hair and wore perfume or something, but how could you know your brother was going to bring his friends home?
Okay, maybe you should have known since they were over almost every day.
But since there was nothing you could do now to change the situation, you just smiled, inviting them in -you noticed how Bakugou hadn't even glanced your way once, and though this wasn't different then always, it proceed to hurt and disappoint you every time. It's not like you were expecting for him to have feelings for you or something, but at least noticing you were there would be nice for a change.
Your brother was the last to enter, hugging you so tightly that you couldn't breathe for a few seconds, squirming between his arms. "Eiji lemme go!" You screamed, though your voice muffled by his tight hold.
"Sorry, just missed you." He told you, letting you free. A cheeky, innocent grin was on his face, the one he knew that made you soft. You answered by a "Hmph," turning to his friends, who were already in the living room, doing their things. Mina was the first to notice you when you entered the room, the cutest smile on her face. "Oh, hey Y/N!" She caught you by the wrist, pulling you to the couch to sit with her. Of course, Bakugou was right next to you.
Feeling self-conscious -when was the last time you had a shower? Yesterday? You could only pray you smelled nice- you scooted a bit more to Mina, putting some distance between Bakugou and you, though it pained you to do so since he smelled like caramel. Honestly, why did he smell this good? It only caused your thoughts to be fuzzier, and for you to be even more excited around him.
Though he seemed to have noticed your shift towards Mina since he sent a small glance your way, a 'tch' sound coming out of his lips, heating your cheeks.
"Hi, Mina-san." You mumbled, trying to forget the boy -your big brother's best friend- sitting next to you. "Oh, y/n-chan, I told you many times, you can just call me Mina! We only have a year between us anyway." You nodded, though still feeling a bit uneasy. “Sure.”
"I- I should go now, I have to finish my math homework." You told them with an apologetic smile, Mina and Kaminari pouting almost immediately. "Oh, come on, sit with us for a bit," Denki protested, his eyes wandering on your bare legs for a second, earning a deadly glare from your brother and a nudge from Sero.
"What homework?" Your brother asked you, coming closer to you to block Denki's view. "Oh, you know, the one I was doing this morning." You shrugged, you've been working on the same sheet of paper practically the whole day, but you just didn't know the subject even a little bit, staring at the paper without knowing nothing didn't help much.
"Wait, you still didn't finish that? I thought I helped you yesterday." He pouted. Yes, he did try to help you, but you were sure he also had no idea how to do it, and he had just repeated the question to you again and again, until you had said, "Ah, I understand it now! Thank you, brother," without being able to do anything. You knew he meant good, but it still didn't change the fact that your brother was as clueless as you were.
"I-" You had started to say something before a deeper voice intruded yours. "Oi, shitty-hair, you know you suck at math, how do you think you could even help her?"
Your eyes shifted to Bakugou -you couldn't help but giggle at the nickname he had for your brother, oh, you had to remember that one- he had an annoyed look in his ruby eyes, his eyes not leaving your brother once. "Well, I-" Eiji had started to talk, his eyes widening slightly after, understanding what Bakugou meant. "Oh, you should have told me!"
You shrugged. "Well, you just looked so happy finally being able to help me with something, I didn't want to make you feel bad."
Oh no, did that come out wrong? You were about to apologize when your brother pulled you in a hug once again. "Oh my god- lemme go!"
***
"So -uhh- if you do it this way, you can, maybe?.. No, okay, I got it, so if you add this to... Nope, that's wrong- umm, oh, how about-"
Mina bit the back of the pencil you had given her, fully concentrated on the papers in front of her. "Oh move over, I can help her!" Denki told her as he pushed Mina aside.
"You?" She told him in disbelief, "Don't make me laugh, you're even worse than I am!"
"No, I'm not!" The blonde boy answered, pulling the sheet of paper. "Yes, you are," Sero also joined the fight, pushing himself between the two. "Oh, you shut up, you're even worse than him!" Mina pushed Sero with all her might, panting.
"Umm, what is happening?" You asked your red-headed brother, watching them with a smile and clearly enjoying the show. "Oh, don't worry, this happens all the time." He answered, patting you on the back, giggling when Mina pulled Denki's hair, making the poor boy scream.
Oh, that makes it all better then.
"Oi, dumbasses, shut the fuck up before I do it." You jumped in surprise when you heard Bakugou screaming right behind you, and surprisingly, three of the grown-ass people that were just wrestling on the floor froze.
"Sorry, Baku." Mina was the first to stand up, fixing her disheveled clothes and running a finger through her soft-looking hair. Sero and Kaminari struggled for a second or two more, but one look from Bakugou and they were up on their feet too.
"Well, thanks I guess." You told the people who literally just fought each other to help you, though instead of them, it was Bakugou who answered you. "Whatever, you shouldn't be asking these idiots anyway."
You weren't sure what to say since the gratitude wasn't intended for him, but you smiled awkwardly. "Guess I'll have to ask someone tomorrow."
"Oh, Baku, can't you help her? You always help us and you're the smartest." Eiji perked his head with the idea that suddenly came to his mind.
"Damn right I am!" Bakugou answered without missing a beat, though he realized his mistake almost instantly. "Oh, that's great, then, you can help her." Mina cheered, clapping her hands with a wicked grin on her face, eyeing both you and the now furious looking boy. Bakugou would have said no immediately, but everyone in the room -even you- knew his pride wouldn't let him.
"For fucks sake," he muttered, his hand massaging his temples. "Give me that stupid fucking paper."
***
"Oh, okay, that makes much more sense!" You told him, even though you still had no idea how he did it, but you tried your best to hide the confusion in your face, not wanting to seem dumb in front of him. But it took one look and his burrows furrowed, lips curling into a snarl.
"If you're just acting like you understood I'll fucking-" A fake cough came from your brother's way, making Bakugou growl. "I'll explain it to you again and again until you understand it." He finished his sentence, making both you and Eiji grin.
"So what didn't you understand?"
Good question.
"I- uh... anything?" You could feel your face heating as you answered, causing him to grimace. "Oh my fucking God." He muttered, pinching his nose bridge with annoyance.
"LOOK-" Oh, he was pissed. "THE QUESTION IS TELLING YOU TO DO THIS, SO YOU JUST FUCKING ADD THIS TO THAT, AND-" His spiky hair looked like it was ruffling up when he got angry, like an angry bird, the thought making you giggle. As he heard your giggle he stopped screaming, and seeing him so quiet was somehow scarier than him shouting.
"What the fuck is so funny?" He asked gruffly, though his crimson eyes weren't as angry as they were before. "You know it doesn't help when you just scream everything at me, right?" You giggled again because he looked really confused.
"Okay, look." He sighed, "see this? This actually just means you should do this." His pencil moved on the paper, his writing surprisingly neat and pretty- especially for a boy as impatient and angry like him. "Oi, you listening?" He pointed the pencil to you when he noticed you weren't looking at the paper, but at him.
"Oh- yeah, I'm listening." You answered, looking at what he recently wrote and trying to understand what he probably said. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't question it further. "Good."
"As I just said," he stated -making you grin since he probably noticed you weren't, in fact, listening to him, "you should do it like this and that's the answer."
You couldn't understand why, but suddenly what he was talking about seemed to make so much sense. "Oh my god." Your eyes widened, looking at the sheet of paper, you pulled the pencil he was holding without thinking much on it, quickly writing down what was on your mind before you forgot.
After you finished writing, you turned your gaze to the boy that was sitting right next to you, though he concealed the amazed look he had sent you almost immediately. "Is that... right?" You asked him, feeling anxious, if it was wrong, you probably would look like an idiot.
"Yeah," he muttered, quickly glancing your way and noticing the smile on your face. "Fucking finally." He added, trying to get you to stop from smiling since he couldn't stop thinking about how pretty it was, though to his surprise you only smiled brighter. He could feel his heartbeat picking up, not sure why. Were you always this pretty? Smiled so softly, that made him feel all warm? Looked at him like this, like he was the most amazing person you've had seen?
For him, you have always been the sister of his best friend. He hadn't the slightest interest on you, though he could feel that was changing, the thought terrifying him. No, you were only and only Kirishima's sister, no one else.
***
"Hey, Bakugou-Kun." Bakugou was taking his jacket off as he entered the house, his caramel scent making you dizzy.
"Hey, idiot." He answered without thinking, the rude nickname slipping from his lips, he pressed them together instantly as if he could un-say it. He looked at you with slightly widened eyes, expecting you to be sad, or get mad at him, though he could have never thought you would giggle instead.
"Yeah," you told him smiling, "guess I deserve that."
"No." A sudden answer came his way, causing you to be the one shocked this time. "I- I didn't mean it that way..." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking very uncomfortable. "I just-"
"It's okay!" You told him, finally ending his misery. "I know you didn't say it to be mean."
Now, that was a first.
"Yeah, whatever." He muttered, entering the room, though regretting it immediately, was that rude? Maybe he shouldn't have stormed out? Did you think he was rude? Mean? An asshole?
He had no idea you were only happy because, for the first time, he had stopped to talk with you instead of ignoring you altogether.
You entered the room, noticing the rest was there too, and you wondered when they even entered the house. "Hey, Y/N!" Denki beamed, though noticing the look Eiji sent him, he quickly corrected himself. "-chan. Y/N-chan."
"Hey, Kaminari-Kun." You answered, making him pout. "Oh come on, you can just call me Denki!" A small glance was sent your brothers way, "Denki-Kun. You can call me Denki-Kun." He corrected, smiling widely.
"Oh, okay." You told him. "Would you like something to drink, Denki-Kun?" You asked, making him grin wickedly. "She's just too cute!" He whisper-yelled, nudging Sero. "Anyone? I can make tea."
"Oh, just sit with us instead!" Mina told you and you did as she said, knowing she would force you anyway. Once again, you were stuck between Bakugou and Mina, though this time you were prepared and had worn perfume. She looked at you excitedly, like she wanted to say something, but before she sent an angry look to Bakugou.
"Hey, Baku, can you go sit with Denki or something? We're gonna talk and you're preventing us."
"Haah?" Bakugou yelled. "I was the first one sitting here! And I'm not fucking preventing you, I'm just fucking sitting here, it's not like I wanna hear the stupid shit you'll talk about."
Oh, but he, did. He was dying to hear what you would talk about.
"It's not stupid shit, its girl talk!" She defended, grinning when Bakugou stood up. "W-what do you want to talk about, Mina?" It took a lot of willpower for you not to say Mina-san. "A little bird told me you have a slight liking to a certain angry boy." She finally told you, waiting at first for a bit of suspense.
"W-what, who?" You blurted, immediately noticing the mistake you did. "I mean, that's not- that's not true!"
"Oh come on, don't try to hide it!" She giggled, nudging you. "I know you have a crush on bskdhdhdh!" You slapped your hand on her mouth just in time, a sigh of relief coming out your mouth when you stopped her from saying the name. Though, you couldn't stop her from screaming about you having a crush.
"You what?!" Eiji screamed, standing up.
"Ooh, our little Y/N-chan has grown so fast," Denki told as he wiped the nonexistent tears off his eyes.
"So, who's the lucky guy?" Sero asked, grinning.
"Oops, I may have made a mistake," Mina said, giggling.
The only one that hadn't said one word was Bakugou, though that was somehow even more uncomfortable. His gaze lingering over you, you felt like you were going to die of embarrassment (and why did he have to wear that black t-shirt? It only made you even more flustered, and you just couldn't help but think about how nice he looked)
"It's nothing." You smiled awkwardly, face heating up. You glanced away, looking at anyone but him. "It's a misunderstanding." A fake giggle and all should be good, right?
Well, apparently not.
"No, don't you try to laugh your way out of this. What is this crush?" He looked so angry, it was one of those rare moments that he looked plain out scary.
"It's an innocent crush, Eiji! Nothing to worry about, okay? Now sit down, I need to do my homework anyway." Eyes narrowing, his gaze stayed on you a little more, though he dropped the subject soon after.
"If anything happens, you'll tell me everything." He told Mina, though it sounded more like a threat.
"It's not my place to do so." She answered, grinning wickedly.
***
You peeped your head from the door, trying to take a look of inside. What were they doing?
You've been doing your homework the past hour or two -it was only 10 minutes, but it felt like an eternity- and you came downstairs to seek help.
"Hi, guys." You finally entered, only to find them all snuggled on the couch, watching the greatest show ever been made, Avatar the Last Airbender.
Eiji knew the consequences of such actions, desperately trying to close the TV, but he was late, you could recognize Uncle Iroh's voice from a mile away.
"How dare you!" You gasped, now feeling all eyes on you.
"Wait, what's going on?" Sero looked as confused as the rest of his friends.
"Eiji, how could you do this to me?" You ignored Sero altogether, eyes fixed on your red-headed brother.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, sis, it's just we had nothing to do and-"
"I can't even see you right now." You told him, turning your back to exit the room, leaving three very confused people after you.
"No, Y/N, wait!"
***
And that's how you found yourself to be snuggled between Bakugou and Denki.
It was really comfortable, you had to admit, but also very maddening. You couldn't even watch the show anymore, your senses filled with the boy sitting right next to you, his body touching yours ever so slightly, his hair tickling your face every time you moved to get a bit more comfortable.
"So you're telling me," Bakugou suddenly spoke up, though your eyes didn't leave the screen, you could feel his ruby eyes on you. "That you have a crush on this guy?"
"She does." Your brother mumbled from the other side of the room. "She even-"
"Shut up, or you won't be able to speak ever again." Everyone in the room suddenly froze, no one able to understand how the hell you just turned in to the most threatening person they ever saw.
"Well, damn, okay." Sero laughed, sending a small glance your way. "I don't know, man," Denki muttered. "Sokka is much better than Zuko. He is a nice dude, everyone likes him, has solid jokes, and is pretty smart. He's kinda like me, actually."
"Yeah, he is like you!" Mina suddenly cheered. "Except for the being-liked-by-everyone, having nice jokes and being smart parts, of course."
"Yeah, that's what I'm telling yo- hey!" He exclaimed, making everyone laugh. "If there's anyone that resembles any of these characters, it's Bakugou," Eiji muttered thoughtfully.
"What?" He snarled. Eiji shrugged. “You’re pretty similar to Zuko.”
"Wait, that's very on point!" You told him, causing Bakugou's brows to furrow. "Just think about it, you're very unreasonably angry all the time, keep picking useless fights with everyone, and are very rude!" Mina cheered.
Bakugou would have punched every one of you for even implying something like this, though now the only thing he could think about was if you thought this way too.
"I- I didn't mean it that way, though." You told them. "He always tries to look so tough from the outside, but he's actually sweet. He tries to act like he doesn't like the gaang or his friends, but in reality, he really likes them. Don't you guys think so too?"
"Now that you put it that way..." Mina muttered, the topic closing and everyone focusing their gazes on the screen once again, though, even though no one realized, a small smile was on Bakugou's lips.
***
After the Avatar marathon, you stood up, about to go upstairs to continue the dreadful math homework when an idea fell upon you. You turned your gaze to the boy, who was sitting on the couch like it was a throne instead. Spiky hair looking softer than usual, you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through them. His eyes were closed, and he looked tired. Under the dim light of the small lamp that hung from the ceiling, you were practically in awe of how pretty he was.
Cheekbones high and defined, a sharp jawline, like it indicated his sharp personality, delicate brows furrowed, buried in thought.
As if he felt your eyes on him, his eyes snapped open, crimson eyes finding yours. You probably looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, causing him to smirk. "What's your problem?"
"I- uh, I was wondering if you could help me with... math?"
"Again?!" That was a valid question, but it wasn't your fault math was too hard!
"It's okay, Y/N-chan, I can help you instead." You heard Denki's voice, a hand wrapping your shoulder, causing you, Eiji and Bakugou to jump in your places.
"You don't know shit." Bakugou growled, his gaze suddenly predator-like, making Denki wince and pull his hand back. "Don't do me dirty like that, Bakubro," Denki whined. "I'm just trying to help-" His voice suddenly muffled by the hand on his mouth, a hand that belonged to your bother.
"You come here for a second." Eiji told him threateningly, pulling him out of the room with force. "No- no, Kiri, don't do this to me!" The door closed behind them, though, a muffled scream or two could be heard every once in a while.
Everyone ignoring the whole ordeal, went back to what they were doing. Bakugou turned to you, his eyes on the sheet of paper you were holding. "So, does this mean you're helping me?"
Bakugou knew the second you turned to him with that pleading look in your eyes, he was already going to say yes. "Tch," he rolled his eyes, pulling the paper from your hands. "Whatever."
This time, he sat a bit closer to you.
You sat side by side, arms almost touching whenever he wrote something. "Did you understand this one?" He asked, the pencil he was holding pointing to the second question. Surprisingly, you did understand it. When you nodded, he smiled, it wasn't one of those cocky smirks, this one was a genuine, small smile that took your breath away.
"Then do this one yourself."
You gulped, tearing your eyes away from his face as you felt your face heating up. It took you a bit to get focused on what was in front of you, but you were able to use what Bakugou had explained to you, and eventually reached the answer.
"That's... That was pretty good." He told you as he inspected what you wrote. This time, it was you who smiled brightly, taking his breath away. He could feel his heart suddenly going crazy, hammering his chest as if it was trying to set itself free. And why did he have this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach? This dreadful but also... warm feeling?
He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all.
He stood up, his face suddenly angry, causing your smile to drop. He gritted his teeth when he realized he wanted to sit right back and apologize, to make you smile again. But instead, he picked his phone up from the table and turned his back to you.
He exited the room in a hurry that didn't even let you say anything, or thank him.
"Oi, shitty hair! I'm out." You heard him scream to your brother.
"So soon?" Eiji asked though the door already shut mid-sentence.
***
Although Bakugou had promised himself that he was going to stay away from you, as far as he could, this thing -whatever this was- went on for weeks. He wanted to stop, Bakugou really tried to not think of you whenever he saw a fucking number, but it didn't take long for him to realize he couldn't.
So instead, he came to see you every day, with or without the Bakusquad and helped you with math even if you didn't ask for him to.
You always asked him to, though.
On the other hand, you weren't thrilled about this whole situation either. At first, this was a normal, innocent crush, but as you spent more time with him, you found yourself falling for him. Hard.
"Hey, Bakugou!" You greeted him (you had dropped calling him Bakugou-Kun sometime, though you weren't really sure when), a big smile that you couldn't drop on your face. "Hey, idiot. I brought this shitty thing you like."
He meant donuts.
He didn't want to admit it, but he had only bought it to see the way your eyes sparkled when you held one in your hand, about to take a giant bite out of it.
The rest of the group was already here and settled, so you checked the paper bag in your hands if it had enough for everyone. You smiled brightly when you noticed it did, making your way to the kitchen.
You noticed Eiji standing, leaning to the door, and watching you both with furrowed brows. "Oh, don't look so mad, I'll give one to you too." You told him giggling, interpreting it wrong.
His face softened, also smiling. "Don't forget to give me the strawberry one!"
"We'll see about that!!" You answered as you exited the room.
"Oh, Bakugou-Kun, did you buy us the shit we like too?" Sero said mockingly, making the others snicker. "Shut the fuck up, tape face."
"Oh, but Bakugou-Kun-"
"I said, shut the fuck up!" Suddenly his heart was beating really fast. "Relax, Baku, having feelings for someone is nothing to be ashamed of!" Mina told him, though she already knew the answer he was going to give.
"I don't fucking have feelings, dumbass." Bakugou didn't have feelings, especially not towards you, the sister of his best friend. But still, he couldn't take his eyes off of you, he couldn't stop his heart from racing whenever you smiled, and he couldn't stop feeling like he would do anything for you to smile again when you don't.
"Sure you don't," Mina answered, a sly grin on her face when she noticed Bakugou's confused expression. It wasn't that Bakugou didn't want the feelings, he just couldn't understand them.
They would have taken it further if you hadn't entered the room with a plate full of donuts in your hands. "Nobody touches the Nutella one!" You told them, letting them take a donut.
You narrowed your eyes and sent a threatening look when Denki tried to take the one you were going to eat.
"You're not eating?" You asked when you noticed Bakugou not taking one. He shrugged. "I don't like sweets."
Your brows furrowed in confusion, "Really? Can I eat yours then?" Bakugou found himself smiling to that, thinking about how adorable you looked with a donut in your hand, a shirt that was too big for you, probably stolen from Eiji and sugar powder smeared on your lips. He couldn't help but wonder, what would you do if he just leaned in and kissed you, right then and there? Would you flinch back? Scream at him? Maybe even be disgusted by him?
He decided he didn't want to lea the answer.
***
"Oh, you're staying late?" You asked with a small smile on your lips, making them look so kissable, Bakugou had to look away. "Yeah."
"You have homework?" He asked when you didn't say anything. He didn't want you to leave. "Nope, already did them."
Oh.
"But I kind of wanted to talk to you." You looked nervous, your hands clasped together, anxiously biting your lip. His eyes narrowed, crimson gaze wandering over you like he was trying to read your mind.
"I have-" You started to say, but stopped mid-sentence so he finished your sentence for you internally. ...feelings for you.
(You actually had an upcoming math exam, and you were hoping he could help you study for it, but you didn't want to make him uncomfortable.)
Oh, he wasn't going to let you be the first to confess, so without thinking about it, Bakugou blurted. "I like you." There it was, he did it before you! But why did you look so shocked?
"You what?" You asked, eyes wide, just staring at him. Bakugou could feel his heart getting heavier by the second, hands turning cold and a dreadful knot forming in the pit of his stomach. Weren't you saying the same thing just then?
"I-" should he just tell you to forget about it? No, he wasn't the kind of man to just back off. "You heard me." He told you gruffly. "I like you."
Much to his annoyance, you stayed quiet, not giving him the chance to be happy or sad about it. Just silence. "And? What's your answer?!"
For the first time in this conversation, you looked at him properly. You hadn't noticed how his crimson gaze shined with uncertainty, confusion, and anxiety. He was afraid of your answer, you realized. Even the great Bakugou Katsuki was afraid of rejection.
So instead of giving him a verbal answer, you leaned in instead, your lips touching his softly.
His eyes opened wide with the contact, not being able to understand what was going on. Your lips were so soft, it molded perfectly against his, and he was afraid that if he moved even an inch, you would realize you were making a big mistake and pull back. So he froze.
"Bakugou?" You pulled back slightly after a few seconds, making him want to pull you back and never let go. "Won't you kiss me back?"
To this, Bakugou grinned, his hands suddenly on your back, pulling you towards him. The last thing you remembered before you lost yourself in the kiss was how soft his lips were, and how amazing he smelled.
***
"You know we still have to tell Eiji, right?" You told him, running your fingers through your messed up hair, trying to look like you didn't kiss a boy for the past... well, you weren't sure how long, actually.
"Yeah." He answered, lips slightly pink.
"You know, I think I have the perfect idea of how to tell him."
"You do?" He asked, now slightly intrigued. You nodded, standing up. Eiji was in his room, so you pulled Bakugou by the wrists up the stairs. "Come on." You told him when he hesitated. "This will work."
You knocked on your brother's door, opening it just the slightest when you heard him tell you to come in. "Hey, Eiji."
"Hey, sis." He smiled widely, not aware of Bakugou behind the door. "What's up?"
"Oh, nothing much." You shrugged, "Just wanted to tell you that Bakugou and I are dating, okay bye!" You shut the door after you without giving him the time to say anything, running down the stairs, and pulling Bakugou after you.
Your brother opened his door, running after you, his face as red as his hair. "You what?!"
"You idiot!" Bakugou screamed. "So this was your great idea?"
Headcanons for Bakugo having a crush on Kirishimas Girlfriend!
(I freaking love this thanks Anon!)
♞ Katsuki had met her first, to say he liked her was a bit of an understatement.
♞ There he was, minding his own business and killing robots when out of nowhere this badass girl with two literal dragons protruding from her arms swoops down from the sky, free-falling, and obliterates this GIANT robot for no freaking reason.
♞But you know what really made him fall for her?
♞After she landed, she turned around with a fucking smile on👏 her👏 face👏!
♞Like what? Seriously, no concern, no fear, just enjoying taking something down that was well over ten times her height.
♞ She was beautiful, her hair flew in the winds behind her, and she was destroying robots everywhere he looked! It was... amazing.
♞ On the first day, he was fully expecting to see her in his class. She was flawless in the entrance exams, it only made sense that she would be on the top.
♞ He was expecting to see her, but he wasn’t nearly as prepared as he thought he was. Bakugo stumbled as soon as he saw her.
♞ Her y/e/c eyes were firey with passion, and the way she held herself, it was like she had already made the new space feel like home.
♞ She looked over to the door, and a wide smile took over her face when she recognized the blond boy she had met during the test.
♞ She was walking over. Crap she’s walking over! What do I do what do I say what the fuck is happening?!
♞ “Hey, there blondey! My name Y/n, it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
♞ After that, Y/n never really talked to him again. Sure she was here and there, always thriving in whatever environment she was placed in. She was in his classes, but it almost felt like they were in two different worlds.
♞ But god, that only made when she did talk to him so much better. Her bright smile was so foreign in his world, he had never met someone like her before, someone so determined with everything she did. Except- maybe he had.
♞He never had many friends. Sure people had a tendency to follow behind him, but no one ever walked beside him when he was growing up. He never had a friend, there was no one to challenge him, no one for him to chase after.
♞And then he met a red-head who shared the same head-strong personality as the girl who had stolen his heart. Maybe it was because they were so similar that he hung out with Kirishima so much.
♞ No matter the actual reason, Kirishima became a part of the Bakugo deal, where one went the other was sure to be close by.
♞The grew very close, so it was no surprise that Kirishima came to him when he developed a crush, complaining about how he didn’t know how to talk to her.
♞”Dude just talk to them, if they don’t like you back they’re an idiot- you’re too good for them.”
♞ Yeah... That kinda backfired?
♞ The next thing he knew Kirishima was carrying her bag into class and walking her to her desk.
♞ In all honesty it made a little too much sense, they were so similar it was hard to believe they weren’t soulmates.
♞The first time he saw them together it hurt- like a burning in his eyes, and he wasn’t sure if it was from anger or fear.
♞ He ignored the ache in his heart when he brought her over, his arm wrapped around her shoulders while her hand was resting on his opposite hips- clinging to each other like a crutch.
♞ “Baku-bro!”
♞ Damn, every word of that conversation was a small dagger pushing into his heart. There was a burning in his eyes and throat, it just hurt so fucking bad.
♞ He’d smile at them, and when Y/n started joining their nightly hang outs, or when she’d join in on their video games, he wouldn’t say anything.
♞ At night though, he would re-start the day. He’d imagine it was him that walked you to school, he was the one you sat with at lunch. You were holding onto him, not his best friend.
♞ It was selfish- he was damn well aware of that.
♞ That’s why he never said anything. He knew better than to open his mouth.
♞ Kirishima was is his best friend, and he knows that if he every told Eijirou that he was in love, Kiri would break up with her. Not because he thought Bakugo’s happiness would be a priority, but because he knows what it feels like.
♞ Kirishima knows how much it hurts to see the love of your life love someone else.
♞ He knows, because he watched Y/n fall deeper and deeper in love with his best friend every day before he asked her out.
♞ He knows, because he sees the same thing that Bakugo does every night and it ruins him to think there’s a world where that happens
♞ But he doesn’t break up with Y/n here in this world, he doesn’t need to. Y/n and him are in love, and Bakugo doesn’t feel that way towards his girlfriend.
♞ And for the first time, Kirishima has something bakugo no one else has.
♞ And for the first time, Bakugo doesn’t speak his mind- even if it breaks his heart a little every time.
♞ And it’s not the first nor last time that the two best friends will cry themselves to sleep.
MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪ !
prohero!kirishima x prohero!reader
genre: smut, p with plot (kinda)
word count: 1.8k
warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con (aphrodisiac pheromones), joke gone wrong, bunnyquirk!reader (like rumi), kiri has an abnormal dick (inspired by @makoodles dragon dick series), hotheaded reader gets drunk on c-u-m, bakugo slander bc why not, copious amounts of cum, mentions of drowning in cum, unrealistic sex, breeding, impregnation kink, cervix breaching (if only i could do this irl, sigh), creampie, overstimulation, and kiri’s dick is sensitive ⛲️
+a/n: this was actually something i’ve had on my mind ever since i read makoodles’ dragon dick kiri. it’s just perfect and so addictive that i think i go back to read their dragon dick kiri works every week.
++ “eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
manga buddies from childhood, you and kirishima were never the type to shy away from a manga, preferring to keep your heads submerged into the pages as you fantasised about the different worlds you travelled through manga to manga. kiri was the silent reader whereas you would admire the heroes in typical hero vs villain mangas, barking at the villains when they got good hits on the heroes.
you swore you would be a hero just like rumi usagiyama and not long after, kirishima joined you in the pursuit of your dreams. even after following each other to ua, you still would end up in either of your dorm rooms, one silent and the other yelling profanities at 2d fictional characters. you were his bakugo 2.0. maybe that was why you couldn’t stand your best friend’s lesser best friend; he was just an extra.
you stuck with each other after ua, deciding to both continue pro-hero work with each other. you were his sidekick; the sidekick that would often be seen butting heads with ground zero in public after missions before being dragged away by an embarrassed red riot.
you basically lived with him, barging in whenever you wanted and sometimes getting tossed back out by bakugo. you would stomp your way into the penthouse after a stressful mission with two mangas in your hand, throw one at kirishima’s face, and then make yourself at home.
“what happened this time?” he grumbles, tired red eyes following you as you stomp past him and towards his bedroom door, noting how your white bunny ears flatten down against the sides of your head.
you pause in front of the brown door and his eyes wince shut, dreading what you’re about to do. you pull your arms back, give a shout and then kick your leg out, demolishing eijiro’s 16th door in the last month. “you have got to stop doing that, ___.”
“stupid fucking katsuki,” you mutter, struggling to climb onto a 6 foot tall bed that seems to always be hard to get onto when you’re angry. “and this stupid fucking bed,” you scream, thrashing about on the bed. kirishima can’t help but smile at how cute you are. with your legs dangling off of his bed and your demonic yelling into his duvet, you still look so precious and adorable to the number 5 hero.
“here, here, stop screaming…” he pushes up on your thighs when you drop your legs, hating how good your skin feels against his calloused hand. kirishima also can’t help but peek at your signature camel toe, eyeing the way the white latex clings onto your puffy cunt, defining your cute clit. his mouth waters. his eyes travel upwards to find your bountiful ass hanging out of your tight leotard; he loved how the latex sat snug in-between your ass cheeks.
your suit never failed to make sure he was trending the day after a mission for the big bulge between his legs.
“who has a bed this fucking tall…?” you grumble, clambering onto the bed. you don’t notice the red eyes burning into your ass as you wiggle your way up, too busy smoothing out the wrinkles and crinkles on your cover of bleach. sitting up, you turn to face kirishima. “oh— you’re red.”
your manly bestfriend stares at you with wide eyes, cheeks redder than his hair, and a hard-to-miss bulge in his grey sweatpants. you furrow your brows and squint at the impressive boner. “do you have a boner?” you ask, leaning over the bed’s edge to peer down at it. a bead of sweat rolls down eijirou’s temple. startled, he stumbles back when your head snaps back up. “did i give you a boner?”
kirishima stands stiff, stupefied at your question. he’s a pro-hero that has to put up with the weirdest shit on missions and off missions. from cowardly villains asking if he could just use their mouths as a replacement for their punishment, to fans asking if they could get a picture of his asshole for their rendition of a more accurate version of his new merch doll— he’s heard it all. but this— this question makes him shrivel up and wish he was six feet under.
“n-no…?” he hiccups.
“don’t you hiccup when you lie…?”
the way you narrow your eyes at him, raising your right eyebrow, like you do when you interrogate villains, and the way you scrunch your face up sends goosebumps through his body. he’s done for.
this time in a much more deeper, grovelling voice, he scoffs, “no, what? of course not!” lifting his chin, his chest puffs up and his jaw locks in place. even though he’s well into his 20s, you know he’s still attached to the word ‘manly’ and still frequently wonders if he’s reached the peak of manliness yet. you think he did ages ago. but you watch the heave of his chest stutter and the sweat roll down his temple (only to be intercepted by a quick swat) and you can’t help but scoff.
“eiji, would you like me to suck your cock for you?”
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
“mmph~!”
kirishima was disgusted by your question. so disgusted that he dropped his pants and released his weeping cock within seconds. to say you were surprised about what hid in your best friend’s boxers would be an understatement. how could you have not noticed it throughout your 23 years of friendship?
“glurk glurk.”
now, you were obviously just joking… but it was so hideously marvellous. with bumpy ridges lining his thick, pulsing purple veins and a swollen base that definitely would not be fitting inside of you, he was so different, so ‘h-hot~!’. you made the mistake of sniffing it. after that deep sniff, you weren’t like yourself. it was like cupid’s nastier, ovulating twin had just hit you with her bow and now you were the one ovulating! with hearts for eyes, a leaking, soppy cunt for a vagina, and hentai, breastfeeding tits for breasts, you couldn’t help but give it just one lick…
“ah~…”
one lick turned into two, two turned into three and so on. but it was all just a new experience that you wouldn’t be regretting later on… who knew that eijirou kirishima had a big, fat—
“cooock~!”
trembling, his knees waver and his hands scramble to get a good grip on your hair, tilting your head back. you give him a dazed smile and whisper, “please, daddy~!” kirishima’s eyes almost fly out of his head at your plead. an unfamiliar, foreign rush sends hard, violent shivers throughout his tensing body. and then, kirishima eijirou lets out the most satisfied moan he’s ever conjured up in his 27 years of living.
hot spurts of white cum splatter against your face, almost hitting your eye. “fuuuck~!” your tongue lolls out of your mouth for a taste and, god, he tastes so sweet! you imagine what the insides of his balls looked like; similar to the oompa loompas in willy wonka’s chocolate factory, there would be miniature yous stirring the white liquid with giant sticks, prepping it for your cunt.
you pant, grinding your latex-covered clit against your palm. the sight of kiri cumming is so fucking hot; his eyebrows are furrowed, his head’s thrown back and his eyes are shut. his moans are so melodic you think of recording them to use them as asmr to fall asleep.
but you soon notice that he’s been cumming for over 30 seconds now, and the evidence of his non-stop firehose is all over your face, suit and hair. you know that if you don’t think of something quick, you would drown in his seed— not that you mind.
like a pro, you close your lips around his cock and within seconds, your cheeks are bloated. you shuffle closer to him, taking more of his cock in, because what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t let your best friend use your throat? his cum fires down your throat and straight into your stomach for a good minute before he finally opens his eyes and, god, was he in for a surprise.
his usual demonic, rabid and hotheaded best friend’s stuffed to the brim with his cum. your eyes smile even though a thick string of his cum had flung over your right eye, your cheeks are blown out with his seed and your face is painted over with hot, white goo… was he dreaming? your eyes beam a hot pink and your pupils are hearts. they’re oddly similar to the aphrodisiac villain kirishima fought the day before; the same villain that begged him to fuck their mouth. he thought he was able to deflect the horny asshole’s hits but now, he isn’t so sure.
“oh shit…” he whimpers.
you’re still swallowing what’s left in your cheeks with that dazed, cum-drunk look on your face. kirishima knows that once the horny, aphrodisiac pheromones had left your system, he was in trouble. but… does he really have to stop here?
your lips slide off the head of his cock and you hold a hand to your mouth and belly, struggling to swallow the last portion of thick cum. “mmph~!” dropping your hand to cradle your full stomach, your mouth finally opens with a burp and hot steam slips past your cherry lips. “m-more, eijirou~…” you moan, letting your tongue tease the head of his cock.
you don’t want him to stop, at least in this intoxicated state of mind, so why would he?
𖥻 MANGA BUDD𝗶ES࣪
“please, daddy, breed me!” you hate kids. “fucking impregnate me, knock me up, eijiro! please, i need it so bad! i looove you~!” you didn’t love him that much.
this would be an afternoon to regret.
your legs shake and your eyes roll back as kirishima’s mouth lolls open mindlessly. “i-i’m gonna—!” he doesn’t finish the sentence before he’s shoving his entire 9 inches into you, breaching your battered cervix and emptying his entire load inside of your pulsing womb, leaving no space for any leaks.
you’re greeted with another toe-curling orgasm as he floods your inside with a sticky white and ruts into you like a wild man. “i’m s-so s-sorry,” he keens and drops his head to your shoulders, drooling onto you as he continues fucking his cum into you.
your eyes tear up with your mouth releasing the most pornographic moans but the littlest twitches of your hips and clenches of your tiny cunt have him crying out, pressing his hand further into your swelling lower abdomen and spurting even more cum into you. you can feel the obscene amount of cum pooling around where you two are connected, even though he’s plugging you up so much that you think you’re about to split in half.
with a firehose thicker than your arm, a fat knot at the end of his cock, and a scent that drove you crazy, your childhood bestfriend had ruined you for any other man. you’re so painfully full that your eyes roll into their corners and your tongue wags out of your mouth and your hips hump back up into him;just like out of a hentai.
“s-so full!”
“you look pregnant already,” kirishima mumbles, rubbing a hand across his face. “what have i done…”
heavier, leaking tits, wider hips, and a ‘oh, i’m 6 months pregnant!’ belly: you literally tick off everything on what a doctor would call ‘the pregnancy criteria’. you’re lying on your back, cum all over your torn hero suit, and you’ve finally passed out. he doesn’t know how many rounds you went, or more worrying, how many times he came inside of you. if you really weren’t on birth control, he would be in trouble. he doesn’t know what he’s gonna say when you wake up and the dick pheromones are out of your system (hopefully).
but one thing he does know,
is that he’ll be making regular visits to that villain from now on.
#manga buddies; fin.
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Bitches be cryin. It’s me I’m bitches
New OTP 😂
I bet he uses super conditioning hair products to get it as soft as possible when it’s down. It looks too fluffy.
Now I’m imagining a blond Kirishima right before he dyed his hair red........
Just a thought but what if Bakugou's reason to call Kirishima "Shitty Hair" is not just the hair style?
What if it's because of the horrific damage this man had to put his pitch black hair through to bleach them enough to be the amazing red color we see now?
Just a headcanon that Kirishima's hair is fried as fuck.
I think in the last panel we saw Kirishima, I saw black roots starting to show. Poor baby is sad.
Is Kirishima going to keep dying his hair? Like everything is in total chaos right now in the manga, does he even have the time or the means to buy hair dye?
He’s such a handsome man
@red-riot-gives-you-wings 🥰
No thoughts. Only Bakugou letting Kiri fuck his girlfriend.
Warnings: 18+, cucking, ass play.
“You should feel real fuckin’ grateful I’m even allowing you to do this now, shitty hair.” Bakugou flopped himself back into your plush vanity lounge chair, his vermilion eyes trained on your naked body beneath his best friend.
You mewled as Kirishima took his large cock in a fist and stroked the tip along your folds, groaning as he felt just how wet you were for him. Nudging the head against your puffy clit as you arched your back towards him invitingly, licking his lips as he eyed your breasts hungrily. He had to calm down, terrified of being a one pump chump. But he couldn’t help it, you just looked so beautiful, and the fact that you belonged to his best friend who was now your main audience? Kirishima felt his cock twitch in his palm as he sucked in a breath; trying to ease his excitement.
“Please, Eijirou.” You whined beneath him, your smaller hand reaching down to try and push his cock towards where you wanted it most, feeling the tip slip into your tight entrance as your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure.
The sound of your voice calling his name so sweetly made him shudder, a low “fuck” leaving his lips as he pushed forward. Your walls fluttering around him perfectly, how the fuck were you so tight?
Your eyes glancing to the side to see Bakugou pumping his thick cock languidly, dark eyes intently watching the scene in front of him.
“She’s tight isn’t she?” Bakugou spoke to Kirishima as though you weren’t even in the room, his other hand moving down to cup his balls as you licked your lips at the sight of pre beading at his tip. Vermilion eyes turning back to you as your lover smirked at you from across the room, “She loves my fuckin’ cock, don’t you, Princess?”
“It’s so good, Katsuki. So big-” You cooed, your hands gliding down Kirishima’s muscular back until they found purchase on his ass, squeezing the firm mounds as you tried to pull him even deeper inside your cunt.
“Why don’t you show Eiji how good it feels- actually, I dunno if he could fuckin’ take it. He already looks ready to blow.” Bakugou threw his head back in laugher before standing up from his seat, the mattress curving when he climbed onto the bed behind Kirishima.
“S-shut up,” Kirishima stuttered trying to focus on keeping himself from climaxing inside you, but when he felt Bakugou spit down between his parted cheeks, a thumb moving out to circle his tight rim his release crashed through him. Shuddering with a moan as he came inside you, collapsing onto his forearms above you as his warm breath fanned across your neck.
“Fuckin’ pussy.” Bakugou’s eyes met yours over Kirishima’s shoulder as he pressed his thumb past his best friend’s outer rim, “I hope you don’t think that’s it.”
“You want Kirishima to make you cum, don’t you baby?” You nodded your head with a smile towards your boyfriend, hearing the noises Kirishima was making from Bakugou fingering his ass as he added a second finger, scissoring them inside him as he bucked his hips back towards Bakugou’s touch.
“I’ll show you how she likes to be fucked.” Bakugou bared his teeth and gums as he pushed his cock inside Kirishima, your body quivering as you felt the movement from Bakugou even through Kirishima, his own cock stirring back to life.
Headcanon
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are twins, they where separated at birth and had no idea about each other until after the sports festival when they started to hang out. When they did find out they both started crying and hugged eachother in a very manly embrace.
So I know this is kinda late but I want to say Happy (late) Birthday to the Sharkboi himself!
Also- PLUSHIE!
Bakudeku shippers: (long rant about how their character stories are tied together and the secret meaning behind their rivalry)
kiribaku shippers: OMG, they're wearing matching outfits
You know how dogs can hold eggs in their mouths without breaking them. What if dragon Kiri can do that. He can just pick bakugou and carry him around.
Kirishima is feminine in a manly way. No I will not explain.
My Hero Academia - Eijirou Kirishima
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Kirishima with his hair down is so cute 💕💜
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If you were wondering I use Polish and Pics art for my edits ❤
Someone write this, I'm begging you;
Daddy shark kirishima-
--someone of your choice /a1/b classmate/ (y/n) /
—they start calling kiri 'Shark-ishima' maybe it starts as a joke but as they become closer it turns into 'Shark-Ei' and it's their own personal name for him, and endearment of their affection to the oblivious ray of sunshine, (maybe they develop a mild~ obsession with kiri's teeth, or just find his qualities cute)
(I don't care if it's an AU or they are Heroe's, but sometime after graduation Ei FINALLY gets the hint they LIKE LIKE HIM, and he joking he says you can call me daddy shark, and they finally get together! (I don't have a daddy kink, but you might)
-insert fic-
Alternatively; jealousy, maybe a classmate starts calling Kiri 'Shark-ishima' and -insert partner- gets jealous and starts possessively calling him 'Shark-Ei' In Front of that friend until it develops into feelings? -insert fic-
(This idea spawned from THIS voice clip on Zedge of Kiri saying; ''*Chuckles* now just relax, leave everything to daddy shark' heard on Zedge looking for ringtones; )
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu are obviously separated twins. Idk what happened to their birth parents but-
-Todoroki Shouto as Midoriya Izuku facepalms behind him
Shouto : Kirishima you're friends with Tetsutetsu right?
Kirishima : Yeah bro why?
Izuku : Todoroki please....
Shouto : I need you to ask him something
Izuku : I'm asking for my own sanity
Kirishima : Ok?
Shouto : What is his middle name?