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scarlet-traveler · 9 months

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Whenever Katsuki came to Izuku’s door waving his Switch with an invitation to play a game long after his bedtime, it was always clear that something was bothering the blond. He worked through whatever was causing him duress by kicking Izuku’s butt at a video game of his choosing—better than the alternative of literally kicking his butt and risking them both having house arrest again, or worse.

Sometimes they would even talk about it. Not always; sometimes Katsuki would just stew in his feelings, and over time they would dissipate as he got lost in the game, but other times the thoughts would be too much and he would end up venting to Izuku about whatever was on his mind. He was proud, knowing that their relationship was at a point where Katsuki trusted him with his innermost thoughts.

So when his rival/friend showed up at his doorstep with a challenge of Puyo Puyo Tetris of all things, Izuku didn’t pry. He just let him in, grabbed his own console, and waited to see what Katsuki had to say this time.

“What do you think of Kirishima?”

Except that wasn’t what Izuku had been expecting at all. A random student who had particularly annoyed him during the day, poking fun at his past? Sure. An assignment he was nervous about? Maybe. But this?

His thumbs fumbled over the joystick, and the long piece he’d been about to place slammed down on the wrong spot, not getting the Tetris he wanted and also blocking up his next few moves. Next to him on the bed, Katsuku gave a derisive snort before sending several rows of garbage to Izuku’s screen.

“Aw man…” Izuku worked to clear some of it away before addressing the previous question. “What do you mean, what do I think of Kirishima?”

“I mean, what do you think of him?”

Izuku gave him a look. “That doesn’t clear anything up, Kacchan.”

“Just answer the damn question, nerd.”

“Well…” He ruminated on the question for a moment, the only sound between them the click of tetriminos slamming down and their characters’ battle cries. “...he’s a really nice person, and an amazing hero. I’ve noticed he’s been getting better in terms of his self-esteem in regards to his quirk, so he’s been able to push himself farther than he has before when he’s creating new ultimate moves—there was one I saw him trying out in training the other day and it was so cool! I forgot to ask him about it, I should do that tomorrow-”

“Deku,” Katsuki cut in, voice dripping with exasperation. Better than the fury he’d often aimed at him at the start of the year.

Still, Izuku flushed in embarrassment and muttered out a “sorry” before continuing. “But yeah, he’s a very capable hero, he’ll make it into the top ten for sure, especially since he’s so compassionate and gets along with pretty much anybody…but what do you think of him?”

Katsuki didn’t immediately answer. He also started making mistakes as he played, ones he usually wouldn’t. Izuku snuck a glance over; Katsuki’s eyes were locked onto the screen, but he looked distracted, his thumbs fumbling over the controls. What was most damning though was the bright red blush that stained his cheeks, illuminated by the flashing lights of the game.

Interesting.

Izuku paused the game, and that got Katsuki to snap out of his daze as he glared at the younger boy. “Oi, what the-”

“Kacchan, do you like Kirishima?”

Katsuki sputtered, “The fuck? Why the hell would I like that shitty-haired bastard?”

Izuku might have believed him if not for the flush spreading to the rest of Katsuki face and ears. Izuku cocked an eyebrow, looking at Katsuki in disbelief.

“I don’t!” Katsuki said, his voice rising a pitch in defense. “He’s a dumbass and a fucking himbo that I gotta help with class every goddamn day, and he always calls me ‘manly’ and shit whenever I do anything, which doesn’t make sense because all I did was explain basic fucking trig or some shit! And he’s always obsessing over his shitty hair and making sure his roots don’t show, and he makes me check them to make sure they’re not—which I do, otherwise I’m gonna hear his whining for the rest of the day. And he’s fucking smiley at anything that movies, like at the dogs he sees on patrol and when I make him something he likes for dinner and it’s fucking annoying! So no, for you information Deku, I don’t like that bastard.”

Katsuki’s chest was heaving from exertion after his miniature tirade, the red still ever present on his cheeks. Izuku just hummed, nodded, and with complete confidence said, “You know, that’s a lot of stuff to note about somebody you don’t like.”

Katsuki balked, opened his mouth, closed it, glared at Izuku with the power of a 100% Detroit Smash, before averting his gaze with a frown that looked more like a pout. “Fuck you.”

Izuku held back a snort, instead turning to fully face Katsuki. “I think it’s okay if you like Kirishima, you know. And I think you two would be a good match for each other! You’re already really good friends, and you balance each other out.”

While a small part of Izuku was a little envious of the friendship Katsuki had with Kirishima when their own had been shaky for the better part of ten years and was only starting to get better recently, the rest of him was glad that Katsuki had somebody like the redhead. Somebody who cared for him wholly, not for his quirk or his intelligence, but for him, rough edges and curse-riddled sentences and all.

“Whatever,” Katsuki mumbled shortly, but Izuku didn’t miss the soft look in his red gaze as he stared down at his lap, the small smile tugging at his lips. It only lasted for a brief moment before he was snatching his Switch back up, competitive smirk back on his face. “C’mon, lemme beat your ass real quick so I can go to bed.”

Izuku rolled his eyes but complied anyway. “You can’t beat me that easily, I’m good at this game t- how did you already send trash over?!”

Katsuki’s cackling could probably be heard across the entire second floor of the dorms. But he seemed better, so Izuku didn’t complain about the absolutely insane amount of garbage he had to clean up now. Not much, anyway.

“Hey, Midoriya!”

Izuku looked back, pausing in his walk back to the dorms as he saw Kirishima jogging up to him. “Hi Kirishima! Is everything okay?”

The redhead stopped next to him, slightly panting. Still, he had his usual bright smile as he nodded. “Yeah, everything’s fine! But um-” His smile turned sheepish then, his hand going up to scratch the back of his neck like he tended to do when he was nervous. “Is it cool if I talk to you for a minute? Alone…?”

His eyes flicked up to look over Izuku’s shoulder, and he looked back as well; Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu, who he had been walking with, were all still there, watching the exchange unfold. “Oh, sure. I”ll meet you guys back at the dorms.” He waved after his friends as they continued walking, and Izuku and Kirishima fell into step a ways back, trailing behind the rest of the class. “So, what’s going on?” It was a little strange for Kirishima to be coming to Izuku for help with something. Not that he minded, of course not! He was honored that his classmates felt that they could come to him in times of need, a far cry from middle school. But usually Kirishima would go to Katsuki, or Kaminari, or any of the rest of his own friend group.

“Nothing much.” Kirishima still looked nervous, and there was also a light pink tint to his cheeks now. “I just wanted to ask you something about Bakugou, since you’ve known him the longest and all.”

Ah. That made a lot more sense. It made Izuku more curious, though. “Okay…what about him? I don’t think he’d be very happy if I gave you embarrassing stories from our childhood.”

“Nah, it’s not that!” Kirishima laughed, before gaining a thoughtful expression. “I wouldn’t mind getting some of those, though, just between the two of us. But no, uh, I-I wanted to know how to impress him.”

Izuku blinked up at him. “Impress Kacchan?”

“Y-Yeah! Just, y’know, out of curiosity.” By his darkening face and the skin visible between his fingers that were still over the back of his neck, Izuku could deduce that Kirishima wanted to know for more than curiosity’s sake.

Izuku’s gaze drifted ahead, finding Katsuki near the front of the group. He was with Kaminari and Ashido, and even from this distance Izuku could tell that they were purposefully annoying him, Katsuki’s shouts heard several feet away, though the words were indecipherable. It wouldn’t have been as bad if Kirishima were up there with him instead of back here with Izuku, the redhead possessing a gift to mollify even the loudest Baku-rages without making Katsuki feel like he was in the wrong.

And that was the thing. Throughout their first year Izuku has seen the depth of Kirishima’s influence on Katsuki, their influence on each other. There was a hard-earned trust formed early on, an understanding of each other that Katsuki might not have initially noticed but it was still there. It was how they got along so well, how Kamino had ended in the best outcome imaginable. They just got each other. And after his talk with Katsuki the other night…

Kirishima was wanting to impress Katsuki, but he was the last person who needed to. Because he already had.

“Why don’t you try being yourself?” Izuku said aloud.

“Myself?” Kirishima’s head tilted, confusion evident on his face. “Why would he be impressed with just myself?”

Kacchan was right, he really is a himbo, Izuku thought.

“Well, Kacchan already likes you enough to call you his friend—not that he would use those exact words since he still acts like he’s allergic to friendship—and he seems closer to you than everybody else, so…” Izuku shrugged. “Yeah.”

Kirishima stared at Izuku with wide eyes like he’d told him the secrets of the universe—or maybe even those aforementioned embarrassing Katsuki stories—his mouth slightly agape, before his gaze was drawn to the boy in question. Katsuki had finally managed to fend off Kaminari and Ashido, and he was stomping up the stairs to the doors of Heights Alliance. Before he went inside his gaze turned out to the school grounds, narrowed eyes sweeping the class before they landed on the redhead. They held each other’s gaze for a brief moment, but it was long enough for Izuku to see the happy grin on Kirishima’s face as he waved, the softening of Katsuki’s eyes and the reddening of his cheeks as he gave a little wave back before hurrying inside.

Kirishima lowered his hand, staring after the closing door with a look Izuku could only describe as positively lovesick, drooping eyes, dopey smile and all. “Yeah…maybe you’re right.” He turned a giddy smile Izuku’s way. “Thanks, man! I really appreciate it!” And with a hard clap of a hand on Izuku shoulder Kirishima was running off toward Heights Alliance. Chasing Katsuki down, no doubt.

Izuku shook his head as he watched him go, but he couldn’t help but smile. Katsuki and Kirishima really would be good for each other. Izuku just hoped that their conversations with him would help them confess their feelings for the other sooner rather than later.

Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 29: Mutual Pining! Also on AO3, let me know what you think!

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hyuge · 5 months

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Cold Hands, Kind Hearts

Kirishima has never considered himself a “hand kink” kind of guy, but when he looks at Bakugou’s hands, with their years of calluses and the slender digits, he thinks he might be. They fascinate him in a way no other set of hands has ever before. He knows, he’s compared them, taken notes on his former classmates and friends. He held them in his hands, the warmth permeating his skin, but it was never quite right. And Bakugou’s hands, despite how they radiate explosive energy, are always slightly cold. He keeps his hands tucked in his pockets to keep them warm. His posture usually comes off as defensive, like he’s putting up a wall to keep others out (he is, but not all the time), but in reality, he just needs to feel warmth on his hands.

And Kirishima, he likes the slight chill in Bakugou’s hands, the way they cool his heated skin. He likes interlocking their fingers and breathing warm air on Bakugou’s cold digits until their temperatures match. What’s the saying? People with cold hands have kind hearts? Bakugou has a kind heart, it’s just not always clear for everyone to see. Kirishima though, he knows. He knows exactly how kind Bakugou really is.

There’s a little bump on Bakugou’s middle finger from the way he holds a pencil. Kirishima has to resist the urge to kiss it. It sticks out quite noticeably with how long and slender Bakugou’s fingers are. It calls to him like a siren’s song, luring him into the depths of the ocean. He would gladly drown.

Kirishima’s mind has also wandered to less reputable places. The shape of Bakugou’s hands is dainty, and he can’t help but think how he might enjoy having them wrapped around his throat or his—well, you know. The marks they would leave on his body if Bakugou squeezed a little too hard or activated his Quirk could fuel his desires for weeks. It would be hard for him to leave his bedroom after that. So yes, he’s thought about it a lot. He had never considered himself a pervert, but the way he gets lost in thought when he sees Bakugou hold something perfectly poised between his fingers has him thinking otherwise. He must be a pervert. Who else would think about their best friend’s hands in such a way?

Admittedly, this wasn’t a recent development. Bakugou’s hands have always been strong and powerful, they must be, given the nature of his Quirk, but Kirishima hadn’t realized how soft they were too; not until the first time they held hands. When the adrenaline wore off, he was left with this tingling sensation in his palm where Bakugou’s hand had been. Nothing he had ever held before felt more perfectly fitted to be there than Bakugou’s hand.

It wasn’t until much later that he realized how bad he had it��when their hands would occasionally bump while studying, the way Bakugou’s wrist flexed when he’d go to hit Kirishima on the head (sue him, it was worth seeing those slender wrists even if it meant getting whapped with a notebook), or the way he looked when he would absently bite down on one of his fingers while thinking. Gods, Kirishima wanted to bite those fingers. He wanted to put them in his mouth and feel them on his tongue. Kirishima wanted to taste that dangerous sweat that secreted from his palms.

But he couldn’t voice these thoughts and desires. To do so would be paramount and would shatter the relationship they have carefully built over the years. Kirishima would just have to hold it together, try not to think about it, move past it, anything to keep from letting his desires be known.

It was too damn hard though, especially when Bakugou would rest a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and lean in close, his lips but a breath away from the shell of Kirishima’s ear and say, “are you ready to go?” Kirishima gulps and nods his head. The weight of Bakugou’s hand on his shoulder leaves a lingering heat as he blasts himself into the sky, with nothing but smoke and wanton desire left in his wake.

A #12DaysofFicmas gift for Gar, @animlcrisscross, @drabblethrough, and Britt. Merry Christmas.

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cherri-tomato · 4 months

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He was the sun

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki X Kirishima Eijiro

summary: Bakugou feels guilty for his crush on a certain red haired boy.

content: angst, hurt/comfort, way too many space metaphors

word count: 2,306

a/n: did I cry writing this? yeah.

cross posted on AO3

Kirishima Eijiro was like the sun, to Katsuki at least.

People seemed to surround the boy, looking to him for light when they lacked it and basking in his rays. Bakugou wasn’t any different, despite his efforts to avoid distractions when he came to U.A, he, like many others, quickly fell into Kirishima's orbit. And Bakugou wasn’t necessarily mad about it, he liked Kirishima, he hated it, but he did, but Bakugou couldn’t help but feel guilty for this, somehow, he feels less like a planet and more like a black hole.

Kirishima smiles at the other people at the lunch table and Katsuki feels his heart flop around uselessly in his chest, Kirishima is laughing, someone probably said something funny that Katsuki has blocked out in favour of watching Kirishima, which he also felt guilty for, Kirishima was the sun and Bakugou was a selfish black hole, a constant threat to everything around him, just waiting for the moment he’s close enough to fully consume every bit of Kirishima's light and steal his warmth from everyone.

And Kirishima didn’t need that because Kirishima was the sun, and everyone wanted to be close enough to feel his heat on their skin, but Bakugou probably didn’t deserve that.

Bakugou enters the 1-A Dorms kitchen to get a glass of water and hopefully calm his busy mind, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, filling it with ice then water. He takes a long drink, leaning against the counter, when he pulls the glass away from his lips, he sighs softly, and looking up, his eyes lock on some movement in his peripheral vision. Kirishima stands in the hallway, his red hair is down and dripping with water, a towel is around his neck and he wears a crimson riot shirt and a pair of shorts, Bakugou swallows hard, forcing his eyes back to Kirishima's face.

“You’re up late, well, late for you.” Kirishima chuckles, joining Bakugou in the kitchen and opening the fridge. Bakugou watches him, his hand gripping the counter, “Yeah well…I couldn’t sleep.” He says, his voice is hoarse and he feels a lump in his throat. Kirishima looks over at him, his eyes full of concern, and Bakugou feels dizzy and kind of sick, because Kirishima was clearly worried about him and it seemed ridiculous for the sun to worry about anything.

“Are you, are you okay?” Kirishima asks, his voice wavering slightly and Bakugou has to put the glass down so he doesn’t crush it between his fingers. “I’m fine.” He says, which is almost true, he technically was okay, he wasn’t hurt and he didn’t have anything to really be upset about, nothing that he could explain to Kirishima anyways. Kirishima runs a hand through his wet hair, sighing softly, he smiles and closes the fridge door, walking over to Bakugou and leaning against the counter next to him.

Bakugou feels like he’s about to pass out Kirishima smells like soap and old spice deodorant, Which Kirishima once told him has “the manliest smell” and Bakugou doesn’t really care about “manliness” but something about Kirishima made it sound appealing just like everything about Kirishima.

Kirishima grins at him, his arm brushing against Bakugou, “If it's nothing why are you awake?” which was a fair point since Bakuhou had consistently turned in for the night at 10-pm since the first night in the dorms. Bakugou doesn't speak for a long moment, what was he supposed to say? ‘I couldn't sleep because I'm so in love with you and I hate myself for it’? Hell no.But Kirishima is still looking at him with those big, red eyes that he could never say no to, so he sighs and tries to come up with an answer that wouldn't require him to lie straight to Kirishima's face.

“I'm just…stressed out. From class.” He feels the need to specify, and Kirishima, who was so kind, good, pouts sadly at him, placing a hand on Bakugou's shoulder in a show of support. Bakugou tenses, not because he doesn't appreciate the sentiment, but because the feeling of Kirishima's hand was bringing up a lot of feelings he was desperately trying to ignore. Kirishima notices and slowly removes his hand, looking down with an almost ashamed expression that makes Bakugou feel nauseous, he doesn't know why Kirishima was making that face but he felt like it was probably his fault, Because he was close now, close enough to steal away the light of the sun that was Kirishima, and this was exactly what he had feared.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima speaks his name quietly, voice delicate and gentle, like Bakugou was something that would break if he spoke too harshly, and Bakugou thinks he must have had a pitiful expression on his face to warrant such a reaction. Kirishima reaches out, like he's about to touch him again, but hesitates then pulls his hand away, looking somewhat pained. And Bakugou wants so badly to take Kirishima in his arms and tell him he doesn't mind the simple touches, but Kirishima is the sun, and one can not simply hold the sun.

The two boys stand there in the kitchen for what feels like an eternity, and Bakugou thinks he wouldn't mind an eternity with Kirishima, but not like this. “Will you please talk to me…?” Kirishima says, his voice pleading and desperate, Bakugou looks up, red eyes meeting red eyes, and Kirishima swallows, his eyes widening slightly for a reason Bakugou can't possibly begin to decipher “Bakugou?” He says, most likely because the blonde hadn't actually said anything yet, Bakugou looks away, his eyes landing on his glass, the ice is almost melted into water now and he wonders just how long they had been standing here in a tense silence.

“Do you…” Bakugou starts and he thinks Kirishima startled at the sound of his voice but his eyes remain fixated on the condensation dripping down the glass and onto the counter, he should have put a coaster down, he thinks. “Do you ever think about love or whatever?” His voice isn't as demanding as he'd like it to be, sounding more meek and embarrassed than he thinks it’s ever sounded. Kirishima shifts, turning his body so it was facing Bakugous despite Bakugou still looking at that damn cup of water.

“Sometimes.” Kirishima says after a while, his voice sounds somber “do…do you?” He sounds nervous and Bakugou can feel his ruby eyes watching him, like he was trying to look deep into Bakugou's soul and find the answer. Bakugou doesn't make him search though, “...yeah.” he says, and Kirishima inhales sharply, “oh.” he says, which is annoying to Bakugou because that was hardly a reaction to his attempt at an emotional moment, so he turns, intending to say something snarky and most likely unwarranted, but just as he's opening his mouth, his cut off by Kirishima pushing his lips against Bakugous.

Bakugou doesnt know exactly how to respond, well, he did, but he was currently frozen in shock because if Kirishima was the sun, and Bakugou was a black hole, why was Kirishima holding his face with one of his shaking hands and kissing him like Bakugou was someone worth kissing? Bakugou, who can barely form a coherent thought at this point, stands there like a damn fool, eyes open and wide in shock, and before he can process what exactly is happening and kiss back, Kirishima tears himself away from Bakugou with a panicked expression.

“I- Fuck, im sorry.” And Kirishima looks like he's about to cry, which was maybe the worst thing someone can do after kissing you, but Bakugou isnt about to fuck this up, well, anymore than he might have already, so he puts a hand on the back of Kirishimas neck and smashes their faces together in a kiss that was much more aggressive than one would assume a reassuring kiss would be but Kirishima doesnt seem to think so because he places his hands on Bakugous face and kisses back with the same level of passion Bakuou hopes hes using.

They part and Kirishima, with a dazed expression, traces Bakugou's face with his eyes before leaning in and pressing another kiss to Bakugou's lips, and then another, then another, then one more before moving back a bit, looking him in the eyes. Bakugou feels dizzy again so he lets his head fall onto Kirishima's shoulder, inhaling deeply, trying to commit this moment to memory, his fingers trace up and down Kirishima's back, and Kirishima lets out a breath. Bakugou was pretty sure Kirishima was about to slip through his fingers like sand before he’d wake up in a cold sweat alone in his room, so he holds on to Kirishima like a lifeline, and Kirishima begins to pull away, and Bakugou is letting go of him and mentally preparing to leave this dream, leave the sun and return to the cold.

But Kirishima doesn't disappear, instead, he presses a soft kiss on Bakugous cheek then quietly asks “stay in my room tonight?” And his voice is soft and pleading and Bakugou nods because he doesn't trust himself to speak. They walk up to Kirishima's room in silence and Kirishima's hand grips his the whole time,and his palms feel clammy but Bakugou doesn't mind. Inside Kirishima's room they lay down on his bed, which smells like Kirishima and feels as warm as Kirishima's arms around him, Kirishima rolls over to lay on his side, watching Bakugou, whos staring at a small spot of discolouration on the ceiling that kind of looks like a turtle.

“Bakugou…” Kirishima says his name again, it's not as sad this time, and Bakugou turns his head to show Kirishima he's listening, because he hadn't said something unreasonably aggressive yet and he's pretty sure the moment he opens his mouth, all the soft and gentle parts of him would immediately revert back into the black hole that would eat the sun once again, so he just hums quietly and turns to lay on his side as well, mirroring Kirishima's position and locking eyes with him, Kirishima reaches out, very slowly, like he's expecting Bakugou to move away, and Bakugou doesn't think even need to think about it for a moment before he leans in, kisses Kirishima on the lips and takes his hand. When he pulls away, he remains close to Kirishima, so close that their noses are almost touching, and they lay like that for a while, until Kirishima closes his eyes “i think about love all the time.” he says, no louder than a whisper, which is fine because Bakugou is so close he could hear him regardless.

“Me too.” Bakugou says, squeezing Kirishima's hand, Kirishima opens his eyes and once again they're looking at each other, “i think about you all the time.” Kirishima says, like it was a clarification, which makes Bakugou think Kirishima might mean he loves him, but since he isn't sure he says “oh yeah?” Kirishima nods, then he lifts their intertwined hands and kisses Bakugous gently “do you…do you think of me?” Kirishima asks him, and Bakugou almosts laughs, because to him, Kirishima was everything, or at least, Kirishima made everything go the way it's supposed to, to Bakugou, it was like asking if the sun was really that important, like asking if the world would keep turning if it was gone, and even if it could, who would want it too, without the sun, what would make everything else beautiful?

“You're all I think about, Kirishima.” Bakugou says, because it was true and also because he didn't know how to say all the stuff about him being the sun without sounding absolutely ridiculous and cheesy as hell. Kirishima smiles and wraps his arms around Bakugou in a tight embrace that Bakugou struggles to reciprocate because Kirishima had hugged him in such a way that his arms were pinned against his sides, and if it was anyone else, Bakugou would probably find this uncomfortable, but Kirishima was warm and despite his quirk actually quite soft.

“I think about you all the time too, you're like, the moon or something.” And this makes Bakugou pause, the moon? What did that even mean? Apparently Kirishima can sense his confusion, because he pulls back a little and laughs awkwardly “sorry, was that too cheesy? I just mean, well, you're always there, and you're always so…well, you glow.” Bakugou gaped at him, that was his line! “I-isn’t that my line dumbass?” Bakugou says, ad Kirishima laughs “what?”

Bakugou reaches over to cup Kirishima's face, holding his cheeks between his hands and staring at him with what he hopes is a sincere look in his eyes “you're the one that glows moron. You're, you're like the sun.” And he finally says it, and Kirishima looks surprised for a moment, then his eyes begin to water and he buries his face in Bakugou's chest. “Awwe Bakugou!” Kirishima sniffles, looking up at Bakugou with a dopey grin and tearful eyes “that’s so sweet-” than his eyes pool with tears and his lips wobble like he's holding back a sob, and Bakugou doesn't really understand why, but he figures whenever Kirishima wants to tell him he'll be there, so Kirishima buries his face in Bakugou's chest again and Bakugou rubs his back as Kirishima clings to him, and when Kirishima's breathing evens out, Bakugou presses a kiss to his head and closes his eyes, snuggling closer to his sleeping, well, sun, he supposes.

Kirishima Eijiro was like the sun, to Katsuki at least.

And if Kirishima was the sun, Bakugou was the moon, the opposite of Kirishima's warmth, but when Kirishima was with him, he thinks maybe, he might glow too, only for Kirishima though.

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eva-terra-marie · 2 years

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I want her~Kirishima x fem!Reader x Bakugou part 2

Part 1 Part 3 Final Part

Warnings: A bit of a steamy make out with Bakugou ;) but no smut

The two of you pull away from each other and see Bakugou walking up to you two with an angry expression on his face.

“The hell you think you’re doing shitty hair?!”

“Huh?” You look at him confused until he drags you away from Kirishima and holds you against his chest

“B-Bakugou?! What you are you doing?!”

“Whyyy Bakugou? We were just having a moment together” Kirishima pouts

“No way in hell shitty hair! I want her too.” He says before kissing you softly. In front of Kirishima. Surprisingly, his lips were so soft and sweet you couldn’t help but kiss him back.

It’s kinda obvious for you that THE Katsuki Bakugou was kissing you, you honestly didn’t know that he liked you back, all he was focused on is becoming the number one hero and surpass Deku.

Suddenly, the kiss started to go a bit steamy, Bakugou slyly slips his tongue in your mouth which made you incredibly flustered, his tongue swirling with yours, then bites your bottom lip softly. He pulls away from you a smug look on his face, then turns to look at Kirishima who is incredibly flustered from watching you two kiss.

“She’s mine, there’s nothing you can do about it.” He smirks

“B-Bakugou, m-maybe there’s something we can work out here?”

“Hah! Not a chance shitty hair!” Bakugou picks you up over his shoulder like you’re a sack of potatoes, then runs away from Kirishima, heading to his dorm.

“Bakugou!!!” (Poor him)

“Hey put me down!” You bang your fists his back a few times but he ignores you.

You try to wiggle out of his embrace, but it was no use, he’s too strong, Bakugou smirks at the thought you trying to escape from his embrace.

Once he made it to his dorm room, you throws you on his bed, then slowly crawls between your legs, then puts both of his hands next to your head, trapping you.

“B-Bakugou get of-“ he cuts you off with his lips against yours but you melted into his kiss. He pulls away then smirks you but your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“There’s no need to feel embarrassed, Y/n” You blush at the thought that he called you by your first name, usually he’ll call you, Idiot, dumbass, you name it.

You breath slightly hitched when you felt his teeth nibbling on your neck, you moaned softly which made Bakugou smirk.

“You like that, Y/n?” He whispers

“M-mhm..”

He chuckles deeply then continues to kiss you again.

#kirishima x y/n #bakugou x y/n #mha #kiribaku #female reader #bnha x reader #anime #pining #kiribaku x y/n #bnha #crushes #don’t mind my bad writing

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pleathewrites · 3 months

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bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 4: i am the antichrist to you

(summary) | dabihawks, todoroki family, seroroki, kiribaku, aizawa & class of 1a, ua traitor

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DAY 1

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Bakugou Katsuki kicks the seventh rock that’s encountered his path in this hell of a street. He’s never been to this part of town, his cell service has never been so shit, and he’s convinced the last three people who’ve bumped into him haven’t showered in weeks.

He’s about to give up until he spots a vaguely familiar pair of blue sneakers. They’re torn, dirtied down into a shade of dull navy, but the four written initials still stretch across the midsole.

KH. NT. AT.

The shoes are right, but the skin-wrapped skeleton of the body who wears them is someone Katsuki does not recognize.

Dabi’s horrible rasp rings loud in Katsuki’s ears — ‘I’ve heard about you, it’s pretty easy to get info from hungry delinquents.’

Kemuri Hashiga and Nagai Tesaki, once bright and plump juniors, sit outside the worst halfway house Katsuki has ever fucking seen, passing around either a cigarette or a joint.

The same boys who used to complain of their fathers’ smoking habits.

‘Really? You don’t even keep up with the very kids that followed you around everywhere? Your ‘extras’? Man, maybe you are the perfect pick, huh. A little bully to quirk-less kids, you’ll fit in here just fine.’

Katsuki takes a deep breath, adjusts the hold of his wrapped bento, and stomps forward for answers.

Kemuri’s black hair is wild as ever, but it’s the resigned look in his eyes that falters Katsuki’s step.

“Long time, no see, Bakugou.”

And, Katsuki, well, he’s never been one to beat around the bush. He drops the towered bento between the two kids — ‘according to that patchwork son-of-a-bitch, they need to eat.’ — and demands, “What the fuck happened to you? You guys were rich.”

Long, spindly fingers snake around the bento like pale garden snakes. Katsuki suppresses a shiver, he never did like Nagai’s quirk — the sound his fingers would make when extending always reminded him of those overly-gory horror movies.

Nagai doesn’t say anything. He won’t even look up, his face shadowed by greasy strings of hair that droop past his shoulders.

Katsuki used to like his hair, it was always shiny and thick. Brown, with the most subtle highlights one could only see when it was spring and sunlight would beam from the classroom windows right over his seat. He used to complain of overheating during these times. Katsuki used to send small explosions around his chair to make him sweat.

‘I’m not like that anymore,’ Katsuki begs of himself.

He squats down to their level and watches as the two tear into the bento like hungry wolves.

He waits until they’ve had a few pieces of meat and some rice, “Where’s Akairo? I can’t find anything on him.”

“Dead.”

Katsuki whips his head to Kemuri, “What?”

“Yeah,” grains of rice dot the boy’s cheeks. Kemuri brings the bowl up to his face and licks the bowl clean, “Thought you knew. Dumbass made a deal to be some old fucker’s experiment — thought he’d get stronger, or something. He never got into a hero school, and he liked flying.”

Katsuki remembers. Akairo Tsubasa was a dragon-like mutant — ‘heteromorph, you can’t call ‘em that’ — who spent 90% of his day above ground. His favorite hero was Ryukyu, to which Katuski used to roll his eyes over and tell him, ‘There’s no use in idolizing a hero that can do the same thing as you. No one’s interested in what the world already has.’

To his credit, Akairo usually would just laugh and respond with, ‘I don’t care about charts. I just want the license so I can fly without having to worry about getting fined or arrested!’

Katsuki latches onto the word, ‘experiment’. He can’t help but immediately think of the Nomus.

“Was he killed?”

Kemuri nods, “Stain.”

‘Gods, no,’ Katsuki couldn’t explain it to himself, he couldn’t logicalize the cold feeling in his chest. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he wasn’t really friends with those three. He was their fucked-up cult leader and they were dumb enough, impressionable enough, hell, maybe insecure enough to have followed him around like loyal puppies. Half the time, he barely remembered their names — admittedly, that’s why it took him so long just to find them.

Katsuki sighs and looks at the building the two boys lean on. He studied the dilapidated state of the wood — not rotted, but splintered and discolored. Mismatched tree bark nailed hastily throughout like bandaids, the temporary last-minute fixes of an oozing, wounded thing.

Katsuki clears his throat, “Why’re you two here, though. Did you run away from your homes?”

‘Were their homes as hostile as mine?’

The two have been scarfing down the contents of each bento bowl since the minute Katsuki arrived, but at this question, they both freeze. The knuckles of Nagai’s unstretched fingers turn white with the strength of his grip around the bowl.

“We’re orphans,” Kemuri starts, and his voice is so low and strained, that Katsuki has to lean in closer, “Our parents died in a hero fight. Building caught on fire, there were no survivors.”

‘Gods,’ Katsuki rubs his eye, ‘It just keeps getting worse. How did I not hear any of this?’

“Why this place? One bad rainstorm and it’s going to fucking collapse.”

Nagai hasn’t moved a single inch, and Kemuri shrugs, “Used to be one of the best, till heroes just kept flingin’ rocks and fuck-knows what else at it. A rainstorm taking this place down would be a blessing, at this point — insurance might then cover something.”

Kemuri’s tone, for the first time since Katsuki’s heard, turns bitter and his mouth tips into an ugly snarl — one Katsuki doesn’t think he’s ever seen, not even when they were bullying kids in their middle school homeroom. “Fuckin’ heroes,” he spits, literally, over his shoulder, and down the concrete they sit on with a frothy splat, “Never watching where they fucking aim.”

And, Katsuki — well, he’s a boy with the worst kind of anger issues and there is an undying need to defend his line of work, defend the concept of, ‘the ends justify the means,’ because — “These villains never stop, heroes have to make last minute decisions and they can’t — ”

“ — You think I care?”

Nagai’s voice has never been so loud.

He’s finally looked up and those eyes immediately shame every defense to die in Katsuki’s throat.

They’re angry, Nagai’s eyes — they’re pissed, but the set of his furrowed eyebrows speaks volumes of loss.

The loss of his family, the loss of his home — of warm food in his belly and the mundanity of watching Sunday quirk-sports with his father on a worn suede couch.

‘Yeah,’ Katsuki is right to be shamed. He’s never known loss, and though his house had never been warm, he cannot deny that the closest thing he might have to ‘a home’ awaits for him with the comradery of a hundred other kids, with the guarantee of a bright-eyed boy with too short eyebrows and too sharp teeth.

Katsuki admits he’s never cared much for these two boys, a thing he wishes he had the capacity to change, but he is striving to be a hero, and justice must be served.

With his unending resolve, Katsuki asks, “Who was the villain responsible for your parents’ death? I swear, I’ll fuckin’ get ‘em.”

Nagai’s burning eyes turn cold and a hopeless tear escapes to trail down his sunken cheek, “Endeavor.”

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ficwritingnerd · 9 months

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🌙☕️Espresso Hearts and Celestial Dates ☕️🌙

Days 19-21: Falling, Moonlight, Coffee Shop

Words: 2,957

Tags: SFW, Bakugo-centric, Pining, Fluff

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raverin-2 · 11 months

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Years Later We Fit Together

Summary: Squad Nights are held at Shouto and Hanta’s house, emotions get high as they play game after game, truth or dare spilling admissions off liquid heady tongues. Izuku and Hitoshi have talked about it often enough that a dare to kiss an old crush only has them feeling giddy, but they hadn’t expected the reasoning to be the same for Eijirou and Katsuki when the same dare falls onto them. It’s been years of feeling these things for more than their significant others, and Hitoshi, Izuku, Eijirou, and Kats finally do something about it.

For $3.00 you can read it on August 24th

For $5.00 you can read it now.

Or you can wait until August 10th for public access.

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amberss · 2 years

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"You know," Katsuki says over his menu, glaring across the table, "I think you're a secret pervert. Why else would you pick Hooters for lunch?"

Shouto doesn't look up from the menu, dragging his thumb down the list of drinks. "I like their wings, not the breasts."

Katsuki turns, ready to bark out his order to the waiter, and comes face to face with the biggest chest he’s ever seen in his life, attached to the biggest guy he’s ever seen in his life. He tilts his chin and makes eye contact with a tanned, beaming redhead, and can’t help his whimper.

Boy (Bakugou Katsuki) meets Hooters waiter (Kirishima Eijirou).

Rated: T, Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Words: 8,842

Ugh, so what to say and where to start? Do you want some helpless pining Bakugou Katsuki? You have it here.

This is so good! Honestly, the bad part is that is short, it certainly left me wishing for more.

#krbk #kiribaku #bnha #boku no hero #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #hooters au #pining bakugou #himbo kirishima #minor tododeku #mrs ambers recs #✨

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trexinspace · 1 year

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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 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: kiribaku - Relationship, bakushima - Relationship Characters: Kirishima, Bakugou - Character Additional Tags: UA, highschool, Kirishima is oblivious, Bakugou is stubborn, kiribaku, bakushima, poprocks, eijisuki, Deaf Bakugou, deaf bakugou au, Mutual Pining, oblivious kirishima’, Oneshot, Kiribaku Oneshot, Deaf kirishima Summary:

Bakugou had two choices. 1 was to give up and accept that no matter what he did, Kirishima would be too oblivious to notice that Bakugou wanted to kiss him. Or 2, keep trying like mom did with dad and aggressively flirt until you die.

The choice was obvious. The Bakugou family did not have quitters.

#Kirishima #kiribaku #bakushima #fanfic #Bakugou #deaf Kirishima #deaf Bakugou #mutual pining #oblivious #friends to lovers #my hero academia #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia

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writerswho · 5 days

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Midoriya: You'd really like Kirishima.

Bakugou: Why do people always say that? I hate everybody, why would I like him?

#source: seinfeld #incorrect bnha quotes #bnha #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #hey since you're here could you please share my pined post please

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traineatingbabies · 1 year

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Ok so I found this song the other day and I've been listening to it on repeat when the kiribaku brain rot took over. If you have never heard tunnel vision by egg I recommend you do because it is LITERALLY JUST BAKUGUO PINING FOR KIRISHIMA!!! I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS!

Please if someone could draw this it would be great bc I can't draw for shit

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #mha kirishima #pining bakuguo #dear lord please help #its too cute

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thesimpirediaries · 17 days

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Head empty, just thinking about a third-year-kiribaku x fem!reader in which Kirishima has deep, strong unrequited feelings for Bakugou, but Bakugou (in his own Bakugou way) ends up falling head over heels for the new transfer student — she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s sassy, she’s kind, and basically a walking wet dream to the entire male student body — and, completely unaware of Kirishima’s love for him, Bakugou continues to lust and pine over the woman that he feels he has no chance with.

And, poor, nearly heart-broken yet love-struck Kirishima can’t help but feel that it’s his duty as Bakugou’s best friend to become the ultimate wingman — all feelings aside, Kirishima just wants Bakugou to be happy, and if his happiness is dependent upon (y/n) returning his feelings, Kirishima will do everything in his power to ensure it happens.

And so, Kirishima strikes up a friendship with (y/n); he pushes down all the jealousy and resentment he feels towards her and does everything in his power to butter her up, to paint Bakugou out to be the best to her, to try his damndest to get her to look at Bakugou in the way Bakugou looks at her.

Except, it didn’t all go according to plan — because before Kirishima knows it, (y/n) is suddenly very close to him, and she smiles at him as if he’s everything, and when she looks at him, everyone can see the literal hearts in her eyes and, — oh, shit, is she — is she leaning in for a kiss right now?!

And why are her lips so soft? And why is cherry his new favorite fruit flavor when it had always been cranberry and why is his chest suddenly so warm and cramped —

Fuck, this is not going according to plan. At all.

…thoughts? This idea has been eating at my brain for the past two hours and part of me really wants to write it but it would be a large/long undertaking so would anyone else be interested in reading it? Opinions/thoughts are much appreciated!

#bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku #kiribaku x reader #bakugou x reader

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peachsukii · 2 months

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twisted in bedsheets ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ with establishing your triad out of the way, there's no more awkward tension between you and the boys! now, there's a different kind of tension when the three of you can't get enough of one another.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! - Smut; non-threesome scenarios (boys get you separately), some praise, pet names, fingering, oral (m!giving & f!receiving), some dirty talk | mutual pining, fluff, poly!kiribaku ｡‧˚ʚ cross posted to ao3 | wc; ~1.5k ɞ˚‧｡ ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿

Your back pressed into the plush of the sofa, dress shoved up your midsection as you squirmed about, Bakugo’s face stuffed between your thighs. His crimson stare is locked on to your face, watching how your cheeks flush and the way you bite your lip anytime his tongue lazily rolls over your swollen clit.

Who would have thought you’d end up under Bakugo’s spell so early in the morning? You’d only meant to stop by on your day off, dropping off some vegetables he asked you to pick up from the local market.

[you] i’m headed to the market this morning. you need me to pick anything up for dinner tonight?

[katsu 🐯🧡] you off today? if you wanna grab tomatoes and onions, that’d be great. the one’s in the garden aren’t ready yet.

[you] yeah, my boss is at a conference so no need for any of us to be at the office today and tomorrow. sure! i’ll swing by after to drop them off.

[katsu 🐯🧡] thanks sweets. door’s open, see ya soon.

[you] 💖

You let yourself in with the bags of groceries, setting your own by the door and bringing his into the kitchen. Bakugo pops out of his office, strutting into the kitchen to greet you.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says, leaning down to give you a light kiss. He notes the sundress you were wearing - one of his favorite designs from last year’s summer collection. It continued to amaze him that you had an entire wardrobe around his clothes - fate works in mysterious ways.

“Damn, that dress fits you perfectly.”

Bakugo’s eyes wander down your body, scanning every detail and how the fabric hugs your figure. While you’re unloading the vegetables onto the counter, he shifts behind you and places his hands on your waist. His fingers dance over the dress, playfully squeezing your hips and rubbing his thumbs in circles on your sides.

“I’m sure you’ve never heard of the designer,” you tease, giggling as you turn to face him. Bakugo picks you up and places you on the counter, moving between your legs to get closer to you. He gives you a few gentle kisses on your cheek and down your neck, hands roaming down your sides and over your thighs. Your previous giggles quickly turn into soft moans, the close proximity of your bodies instantly lighting the fire in your belly.

Bakugo pulls back for a moment, tilting his head at your reaction. “Is this okay with you?”

“Yes, more than okay.” You lace your arms around his neck and wrap your legs around his waist, trapping him against your body and the counter.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he rasps before capturing your lips, bringing one of his hands to cradle the back of your neck while the other holds onto your bare thigh.

It doesn't take long for things to escalate, hence your current position on the couch. Bakugo brings your attention back to reality when one of his fingers slips into your soaked core, curling it against your inner walls as he nibbles on your inner thigh. Your mewls drive him wild, increasing the tempo of his finger thrusting in and out of you. The way your body reacts to his touch is intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Fuck princess, you're so wet," Bakugo praises, removing his finger and replacing it with his tongue to gather up your arousal. The grip he has on your thighs is tight enough to leave bruises. You can feel the tension in your stomach grow in intensity with each lap of his tongue, stumbling closer toward orgasm.

"Katsuki...don't stop," you whine as your thighs begin to tremble under his palms.

"Didn't plan to, baby."

The way 'baby' falls from his lips is enough to thrust you over the edge, the pet name immediately snapping your internal thread. You fist a handful of his blonde locks by the root, practically riding his face when you come - hard. It's enough to leave you gasping for air, not realizing the breath you were holding until your release tapers off. Your fingers slip from Bakugo's hair, letting him rise from between your legs. His lips and chin glisten with your spend.

"Can...I do anything for you?" you ask breathlessly, tugging him upward and kissing his forehead.

“Don’t wanna spoil dinner,” he hums, nuzzling into your chest. “I’ll have you for dessert later.”

The image of Bakugo ravaging you while Kirishima watches, patiently waiting for his turn and teasing the two of you floods into your mind.

Fuck.

After laying on the couch together for a little while, you head home with your groceries after the blissful encounter with Bakugo, letting him continue working. He made sure to give you a long and loving kiss goodbye, followed by a smack on your ass that you’ll be vibrating from the rest of the day.

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It’s the early afternoon - you’ve got a few hours to kill before dinner with the boys. You pull your phone out to text Kirishima, offering to bring him an afternoon pick me up as an excuse to see him.

[you] i dropped by the house earlier to give kat some veggies for dinner. are you busy with any classes right now? i’ll bring you a snack!

[eiji 🥊❤️] sure! swing on by, i’ll be in the upstairs office. 🥰

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A knock on Kirishima’s office door catches his attention, eyes darting over to you in the doorframe. His smile is instant, his signature big toothy grin plastered on his face when he sees you.

“Hi honey! Come in,” he exclaims, waving you inside. You step in and close the door as he’s wrapping his toned arms around you, peppering your head and cheeks with endless kisses.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you chuckle, finally able to give him a kiss on the lips.

He bends next to your ear, the hand on your back firmly pressing you against his chest. “Just thinkin’ about tonight’s dessert menu.”

How did he know about that?

As if reading your mind, he continues to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Katsuki texted me a little bit ago about how delicious you tasted.”

A moan bubbles in your throat at his words, flustered that Bakugo bragged to Kirishima about eating you out. When did he do that, after you left the house?

“Oh?” You respond meekly, shivering at his heavy breathing on your neck.

“Mhm, somethin' about how pretty your dress looked pushed up around your waist and how cute your moans sounded.”

Holy shit.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” is all you can say, trying your damndest not to crumble to the floor. You'd never had any partners brag about you like that in the past. Kirishima’s hand on your back shifts to your hip, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his grasp.

“Wanna give me a taste, too?”

It’s comical how fast you scurry over to Kirishima’s desk, dragging him by the hand and inviting him to touch you. He reaches under your dress, dragging your panties down your legs and letting you step out of them. He pushes you back against the wooden desk, lifting you to sit on the end of it.

“Lay back, I got you,” Kirishima purrs, giving you a steamy kiss while shimmying your dress up your frame. Once he’s satisfied with your lips, he takes a knee to the ground and carefully tugs your hips to the edge of the desk. You do as he says, leaning back and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Kirishima stacks your thighs on his shoulders, halting for a second before his mouth becomes flush with your sticky center. You bite your lip, attempting to keep quiet and not draw attention to anyone in the gym on the first floor. He notices your struggle as he flicks his tongue across your clit, grinning between each twitch of your legs.

He leans back, his ruby eyes sparkling with affection. "Kat was right, baby, you're so sweet."

You knew this wouldn't take long with how riled up you are. Between him and Bakugo, they make you feel like an early 20 something all over again. Their desire for you, together and apart, is hypnotic and thrilling.

"Eiji...," you whimper, running a hand through his fiery mane.

Kirishima chuckles, the vibrations sending lightning bolts through your core, winding the band in your abdomen tighter.

"That's it, just relax and let go for me, angel."

The way your body reacts to his command is immediate - spasming as you rode through your orgasm, clutching the desk beneath you. Kirishima groans, lapping up every drop of your spend while squeezing your thighs playfully. When he finishes, he gives back your underwear and helps you off the desk.

"Head on home. If you stay here any longer, I won't be able to wait until after dinner for more," Kirishima demands, squeezing your waist before kissing you on the cheek and returning to his desk.

You shake your head, attempting to rid your cheeks of the blush on them before leaving the office. When you step outside, your phone dings with a text message.

[katsu 🐯🧡] you better still be wearing that dress tonight.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — even though the three of you have had plenty of fun together by now, being able to get your share of both of them individually is exhilarating. 💜 ✿ wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent

↶ | previous entry (delicate (isn't it?)) ↷ | next entry (sweet like honey)

#kiribaku x reader #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku #kiribaku smut #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader #kiribaku imagine #katsuki bakugo #eijiro kirishima #bakugo imagine #kirishima imagine #bakugo x kirishima x reader #bakugo x kirishima #✩.tangledhearts

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gglitch1dd · 5 months

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Hiya my lovely!

I thought I'd come to the queen of KiriBaku to help me with a one-shot idea!

I've never requested a ABO fic before so I hope it's okay 😅

So Kiri and Bakugo have always loved the reader but never got a chance to tell her before she started dating, they still remain close but pine after their omega.

Cut to a few years later and the reader becomes pregnant but her current partner decides to be an a-hole and leave her.

The reader is distraught that her ex would leave her pregnant and alone and worried about how she'll manage to be a hero and a single mother.

Kiri and Bakugou won't stand for it and take her in and support her, there gonna be 4 times the father than that shitty alpha who left here was gonna be!

The Omega of their Dreams

Alpha KiriBaku x Omega Reader

Warning: Pregnancy, abandoning a partner, break up.

Katsuki stood scowling as he held onto his cup. Eijiro stood talking beside him to Sero as the two of them conversed about God knows what. Katsuki couldn't seem to care as he kept his crimson eyes stuck on you like he did every time he was in the same vicinity as you.

You stood next to your Alpha that you had been in a relationship with for two years. You stood at his side like a beaming beacon of light. A lot of the other Omegas crowding around you because you had the most beautiful scent in the entire pack especially now, with your growing belly carrying the pup of that jackass.

Katsuki wanted to kill himself when he heard that you were pregnant by that asshole that was nothing compared to one of the Alphas in Pack A let alone Katsuki himself or his Prime example of an Alpha and partner, Eijiro. They didn't deserve to have been able to touch your body nevertheless impregnant your perfect fertile ideal body that was meant for the best and nothing less.

Katsuki would wholeheartedly rather see you with any Alpha in his pack, even fucking Deku if it meant you would stay in the pack and not move with that idiot.

Now if you were to ask them how exactly they knew they wanted you, neither would be able to give a straight serious answer as to how. Maybe it was the way you smiled, maybe it was your sweet scent that somehow didn't disgust Bakugou as much as every other Omega's seemed inadequate. Maybe it was how much smaller you were than the two of them, how sweetly and warmly you would treat them.

The two Alphas had imprinted on you almost instantaneously and you found yourself part of their dynamic trio. Which is exactly why they were so possessive of you.

You stood there, radiant as ever, your scent wafting away from you smelling like the sweetest and calming thing in the world that even kept Katsuki's rising anger in check. You held your stomach over your maternity dress, smiling and giggling as you stood next to your Alpha. You looked gorgeous. Like a beautiful star that deserved to be hailed in the sky.

Eijiro was right. You did look gorgeous pregnant.

"Katsuki." The sound of his name pulled him out of his thoughts as he looked up at Eijiro. The redheaded Alpha looked down at him with a sympathetic look. He felt the exact same but he was Head Alpha, he had to put on a front. he had to be better. He mustered up a smile as he motioned to the empty glass in his hand. "Mind getting me a refill?"

Katsuki didn't answer as he took the glass with a grunt. Despite his aggressive nature, Katsuki was the bottom of their relationship and practically idolised Eijiro as his Alpha and as Head Alpha. As partner of the leader of their pack it was his job to make sure that Eijiro succeeded in everything and anything that he did for the betterment of the pack. Which is a job that Katsuki took deathly seriously.

Katsuki took the glass as he walked to his kitchen. He grabbed orange juice from the fridge, knowing that Eijiro wouldn't want to drink more alcohol than he already had tonight. Just as he finished pouring into Eijiro's glass,

"Mind pouring me some?" You asked as you waddled in with a smile.

The blond Alpha watched you for a moment before grunting out a nod. No Alpha could refuse a pregnant Omega's request especially when said Omega was you. "You should be sitting down, 'Mega." He told you as he fetched you a cup.

You chuckled as you moved closer to him. "I'm not helpless, Katsuki." You reminded him as you waddled over to him. However in the same breath, you let out sigh at the strain.

Katsuki couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle at your waddling. He couldn't deny that that was the best part of your current state. The constant waddling everywhere. He pushed your cup towards you.

You let out a grateful chirp making him stiffen for a moment. He watched you as you drank from your cup grateful for something to drink.

Katsuki swallowed down hard, looking down for a moment. "Just know that..." You looked up at the blond Alpha for a moment as he stood holding Eijiro's glass with a tight white knuckled grip. "We'll always be here for you, even though you're now part of their pack and shit." He let out with a low grumble.

At the sight of him, you couldn't help but soften your expression. Katsuki always cared so much but he just never showed it so blatantly. You giggled as you waddled over to him. You put a hand to his arm as you looked up at him. You smiled at him with a giggle. "I'll be fine Katsuki." You assured him.

But you weren't fine.

Because not even a two weeks later there was a knock at the Bakushima household.

Katsuki sat on the couch with Eijiro's arm wrapped around him. The two of them looked back towards the entrance hallway. Eijiro placed a kiss on his forehead before moving up onto his feet. "I'll get it babe." He assured his blond husband as he moved his hands into his sweatpants. "It's probably just Denki asking to borrow salt or something."

"It wouldn't be the first time." Katsuki scoffed.

The comment made Eijiro laugh as he moved to the door. The shirtless redhead opened the door. Standing outside the door was you. You stood outside with tear marks on your cheeks as you flicked your eyes up to him. Your eyes were glossy as you kept one hand on your stomach.

Eijiro perked up immediately. "Y/N! What- what happened?" He asked as he automatically moved to take you by your arms and escort you inside away from the cold. He closed the door behind you but looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows confused as to why you were here.

You starred up at your Eijiro. An Alpha that never failed to love you and take care of you. Just at the sight of his face you broke into a gut wrenching sob as you couldn't carry your own weight anymore. Eijiro quickly caught you in his arms, holding you up bridal style easily.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You were sobbing in his arms, burying your face in his neck. Eijiro could smell that you were about to drop. You were so close to dropping and that would have horrific consequences in your current state. "Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Omega, breathe for me." He ordered as he moved you to have your face buried in his neck to smell his scent. Katsuki came running into the entranceway, his crimson eyes growing largely at the sight of you in Eijiro's arms. Before he could even comment or ask, Eijiro turned to him. Worry and fear in his eyes but masked by a controlled face. "Katsuki, call Melissa immediately!" He moved quickly to go upstairs. "We can't let the stress force her into an early labour."

Eijiro had rushed you upstairs to their bedroom, surrounding you in warm blankets and keeping you comfortable. He sat down with you, shushing you sweetly as he comforted you. It didn't even take Katsuki five minutes before he was there with the both of you, waiting on Melissa.

Melissa, after treating you, deemed you fine as she put away her things and left once more. All the pack doctor advised was that you were not to be put under anymore stress.

It was another thirty minutes before Eijiro and Katsuki decided to talk to you. Eijiro moved back to sit behind you, holding you in his arms and leaned against his large bare chest. You were silent as you leaned against him, Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bed near the both of you.

You closed your eyes as you leaned back against the warm Prime Alpha behind you. "I-" Your voice broke as you tried to control yourself. You swallowed down hard as you looked up at him. "I'm so sorry to do this to you. I-"

You were interrupted by deep rumbles from his chest as he moved to nudge your head softly with his chin. He moved one hand to your baby bump making you suck in a breath. His large hand moved to gentle rub circles over your stomach, calming you down at his loving touch. You looked up to him to see his face was set to something filled with almost adoration and wonder.

Eijiro had barely allowed himself to touch you while you were pregnant. He felt as though he couldn't do that with your Alpha around, it would look rude. But now? When you were sitting in his arms, in his den, with his mate?

Eijiro's rumble grew louder as he felt your stomach, a gentle kick hitting at his hand. A low chuckle came from his mouth. "Look at that... a strong little tyke." He whispered lowly. You felt the grip he had on your body grow stronger. The feeling of his large hand on you made you suck in a breath. It felt nice. You let out a low purr, heat moving up your face. You looked back up at him. "I knew you would look gorgeous pregnant." His low voice rumbled out making you have to swallow down hard, your scent growing heavy with a sharp pang of arousal. You couldn't help it when your emotions were all over the place right now.

Katsuki watched the smitten look on his mate's face, silently. Eijiro had always wanted pups, he had always been a family man. Katsuki knew this from the moment he met the Kirishima family. The sheer size of his family and the amount of love and respect that brimmed from that family was enough to confirm that Eijiro was indeed everything family orientated and more.

He didn't know it but, Katsuki knew how much it affected him. How much Eijiro's Alpha ached for an Omega to submit to him, to cherish him, for him to breed full of pups and be the loving dam to them. Katsuki knew how much Eijiro's eyes would just beam with adoration at young pups that would just surround him.

It sometimes drove Katsuki close to a panic attack at the beginning of their relationship when he realised he could never give Eijiro that. He could never hold a pup within him nor could he ever complete that innate part of their biology that was needed to compliment a Prime Alpha.

But... but you could.

Katsuki put a hand to your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, pulling you out of your head. "Y/N... what happened?" He asked lowly, now that Eijiro had calmed you down.

You didn't answer immediately as you took a shaky breath. You looked down at your stomach with a shaky smile. "They... they left me." You whispered. At that, both Alphas went stiff. "We were moving to his new pack but they... their pack rejected me. They didn't even try to defend me, it was as if they knew all along that this would happen. I didn't know where to go. How could they do this to me?" You let out with soft crippled chirps. "My poor pup will grow up without a sire, without a pack."

"No-."

"What-"

Eijiro moved your head to look up at him, his hand moving to grip your jaw. He looked down at you with a hard expression. "You are come back to our pack, you will stay with Katsuki and I. We will look after you and your pup." He proclaimed making your eyes go wide.

"B-but..." You turned to look at Katsuki before looking back at Eijiro. "I... I couldn't do that to you. I-"

"Omega." Katsuki took both your hands and held them in his hands. "Eijiro wouldn't be offering if we never wanted you in our care, in our lives." He saw the hesitation on your face. It made Katsuki release a low growl with an annoyed look. "Just say yes you stupid Omega."

You couldn't help but giggle as you rested your head on Eijiro's shoulder. "Okay. Thank you."

It was actually easy to say that Pack A had never been more happy to have you back and to know you were back to stay. You had never been more spoiled by anyone than by Eijiro and Katsuki. They had a whole nursery done for you connected to the room you were given, but if you were honest, you were never sleeping there. It felt too empty. You always found yourself in their bed, tangled up in their protective arms.

Your belly grew an so did the affections and gifts you were showered in. Although you weren't sure whether you were so ready to so quickly return their blatant affections, you didn't reject them. You loved them, on the contrary. Always had and always will.

Sooner than later, you found yourself in labour. With the pack Omegas there to help you, it seemed just a tad bit easier. However that didn't stop the big hulking Alphas not to be stressed out of their mind.

"What if they die!?"

Midoriya chuckled as he sat down on the couch with his phone in hand. "They are not going to die, Kacchan. Have a bit of faith."

Katsuki let out a low growl as he paced back and fourth trying to calm himself down but it seemed futile. Eijiro was mostly silent as he sat with a bouncing leg and the most stressed out look on his face.

A door was opened from upstairs. A set of heavy footsteps were heard until finally Denki appeared at the stairs. "Eijiro!" He called.

Immediately both the large redheaded Alpha as well as his blond mate stood up and ran over to him. The two Alphas ran up the stairs in haste, worry in their eyebrows and stress in their shoulders as they raced towards the nesting room. Denki had left the door open so they just ran inside.

"Oh look at the cute little thing."

"So cute."

"She looks just like you."

You looked up to Katsuki and Eijiro with a happy look, tears in your eyes. You motioned for the two Alphas to come closer to you. They were slow this time, almost scared that they would do something wrong. You held a bundle in your arms that was squealing and making noises as the both of you were pampered and taken care of by Omegas.

You chuckled as you looked up at them. "Alphas! Look at her." You let out excitedly. A little girl. A little girl that looked just like you, as healthy as a horse.

Eijiro and Katsuki stood at your side, looking down at the little pup. So small. So precious. Although they didn't say it, they both agreed.

That that was their little girl. That little pup was theirs.

And so were you.

-Glitch1d

[Sorry this took so long but I hope you loved it @honeybeebuns]

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