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Bakugou slowly fluttered his eyes open to a familiar warmth, he yawned softly, before leaning forward to wake up his boyfriend, Kirishima.
“Shit hair, get up, time for school” he whispered as to not startle him, ruffling the red hair.
“Good Morning blasty” he smiled, pecking him softly on the lips.
“Your breath stinks, brush your fucking teeth” bakugou pinched his nose comically, waving the air around him.
“Haha, you're hilarious babe” kirishima rolled his eyes before crawling over the boy to the bathroom.
Bakugou's dorm was always clean, so kirishima never had to stumble across it like his during the early mornings, but he didn't have a lamp, so it was still a bit of a struggle to get around when there were no lights.
He rubbed his eyes as he flicked on the light to the bathroom, flinching at the bright light.
The two always slept over at one of their dorms, so they had a toothbrush in each bathroom, including a drawer for their own clothes. Kirishima grabbed the bright red toothbrush next to the black one, applying a pea-sized dot of watermelon flavoured toothpaste to his bristles, before scrubbing his teeth to a pearly white, but unfortunately for the toothbrush, it was already destructed, bristles flying in every direction and falling out piece by piece.
The redheaded boy sighed and tossed the brush in the trash, grabbing another red one from the drawer under the sink. He walked out of the bathroom to see bakugou taking off his shirt to put on his uniform. Kirishima had seen him shirtless in the dressing room, but the feeling of seeing him alone, in his room, made him feel giddy inside. He pushed the feeling away, hiding his blush, as he came up behind the boy, wrapping his arms around his tiny waist. He loved to make fun of his boyfriend for his waist, as he could touch his fingertips together when he put them around it. Bakugou used the excuse of his large hands, but everyone knew his waist was still exceptionally tiny, but bakugou hated it.
“Stop fuckwad, you know i hate that…” bakugou rolled his eyes, turning back to poke kirishima's cheek.
“But i love it, it's adorable”
“Im not adorable dumbfuck” bakugou play-snarled.
Kirishima chuckled before finding his respective drawer in bakugous room, grabbing his uniform and a pair of black socks.
“Should i wear my crocs today?” he asked, holding up his signature red ones.
“What do you
think
i'm going to say hair for brains?” bakugou glared at him.
Kirishima faked pouted before slipping on a pair of black sanuks bakugou bought him for his birthday. On the bottom of the right shoe, he wrote in white pen
at least these are better than those damn ugly period blood shoes
. Kirishima smiled at the writing every time he put them on, he knew bakugou meant well, it was his way of saying i love you.
Kirishima helped bakugou tie his tie, before he exploded the piece of cloth out the window, screaming “die!”
The two boys walked out hand in hand to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast, bakugou grumbling about school being too early while kirishima just smiled at the fact that he was holding his boyfriends hand. They passed sero on the way, as the black haired boy forgot his wallet.
“Heh, dumbass” bakugou sneered before kirishima elbowed him in the side.
Kirishima and bakugou had been dating for about three months now, and kirishima was having the best 63 days and four hours of his life, but who was counting?
Obviously kirishima was.
After the two grabbed their breakfast, they sat down together at a booth by the window.
They ate in silence before mina came in, plopping herself right beside kirishima, causing a ruckus as she loved to tease the two about their relationship. They were the first couple of class 1/A and the first openly gay one. Sure, Kaminari and Shinsou were a thing, but we don't care about the seconds, it's the firsts that matter.
“Soooo how are you two doing? The relationship getting any farther? How's the sleepovers? Do you cuddle? Who snores? My bet is on kiri. Is bakugou the big spoon or the little spoon? Wait wait no i bet he just rests his head on kiris arm. Awww now i want to sneak in yalls’ dorm and take instagram pictures! You guys are so cu-”
“Okay raccoon eyes we get it! Go bother your own boyfriend who didn't even remember his fucking wallet this morning” bakugou rolled his eyes. He hated when others got into their personal business.
“Fineeee but can i at least get one answer to one question?” she pleaded.
“Fuck it, i'm in a good mood, you get a freebee pinky” he shrugged
“Do you actually get spicy?” mina wiggled her eyebrows.
Kirishima spit out his orange juice, and Bakugou just froze, the colour draining from his face.
“A ha! So you have! Bakugou's face clearly gives it away” mina smirked, punching him in the shoulder lightly.
The truth was they haven't done anything. But bakugou had with another person, and kirishima didn't know…
“Im getting my fucking phone…” bakugou said under his breath, rising to leave the table.
“Your phones in your pocket!” mina yelled
“Leave me the hell alone…” bakugou tried his best not to cry.
Kiri and mina were left alone, awkward silence making the tension worse.
“For the record mina, we haven't, and we’ve never even discussed it, so thanks i guess for screwing it up.” kirishima sighed, getting up to find bakugou, leaving mina at the table, feeling guilty.
“I just wanted to tease them… i didnt know…” she said to herself, leaving to find sero.
*Time skip*
Kirishima couldn't find bakugou before first period, and barely even made it before the bell.
Aizawa entered the classroom in his normal attire; sleeping bag and cold, dead eyes in all his glory.
Kirishima was a bit distracted that class period, as bakugou hasn't showed up.
Bakugou had never missed a class before, even if he was sick. Kirishima ended up chewing his pencil to smithereens without realizing until denki grabbed it out of his mouth, telling him to cut it out before he got graphite poisoning.
After the bell rung, kirishima got a pass from Eraserhead to go back to the dorms to find bakugou. He walked down the halls with the little pink slip before finding his dorm, knocking gently before entering.
He found bakugou curled up in a ball, sleeping. Kirishima sighed as he ruffled his hair, admiring his face before realizing there were dried tear stains on his cheeks.
He was crying? Mina, you've got to stop asking inappropriate questions…
kirishima thought to himself.
“Baby, get up, you missed first period.” kirishima whispered, shaking him softly
Bakugou's eyes snapped open immediately, bloodshot from his crying earlier.
“Get the hell out of my room Eijirou, or i'm going to fucking kill you” bakugou quietly snapped, voice cracking slightly.
Kirishima backed away a bit, before mouthing an “im sorry, i love you”, quietly shutting the door and returning to class, not wanting to make his boyfriend even more mad.
Bakugou simply rolled over, punching the wall before returning to tears.
He felt like complete shit, he was extremely terrified.
Bakugou had lost his virginity last year to someone he barely knew, and he didn't know how he was going to tell kirishima.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It all went down a year ago, when Bakugou was is eighth grade.
He was friends with a guy he hadn’t really known, and somehow ended up sexting him.
It escalated extremely quick, they went from simple jokes to full on dick pictures and dirty talk. Bakugou didn't really understand what was going on, but just went with what his friend had been doing. Soon enough both couldn't handle the tension and planned to meet up the next morning as soon as possible.
Bakugou had spent ample time masturbating in his bedroom, but also worrying about his decisions. Was this the right thing to do? This was something only couples should do after all…
Bakugou's libido was higher than ever the next morning though, so he simply decided to roll with it, and paid his friend a visit that day.
The boys parents weren't home, as they were at work, so the two made their way to the bedroom awkwardly, obviously not as brave as they were when behind their phone screens.
“So… about last night…” Bakugou started, he was clearly not ready for this, and was backing down immediately, no matter how hard it hurt his ego.
“Ah ah ah~ you got me riled up you know? You're going to have to take responsibility…” Hiwako purred, crawling towards the ash blonde.
Bakugou was laid on his back, trembling in fear as he just let Hiwako take him, wincing in pain at the sudden intrusion. It lasted for a bit until the boy finished, leaving Bakugou on the floor for awhile. When the blonde woke, he was clothed again, smelling fresh and clean, but on the doorstep.
Bakugou walked home, uncomfortable, before he reached his front door and ran inside to take another long shower to wash off every trace of Hiwako from his body.
The next day was terrifying, and both acted like nothing happened at school, but on the inside, both were extremely guilty for starting that whole situation that night, but neither apologized
*time skip back to now*
Bakugou came back to his senses, shaking himself out of the little flashback, sweat beading on his forehead.
He couldn't handle it anymore, he had to tell Kirishima.
“Fuck… i really screwed up…” he cursed under his breath, wiping his forehead.
He rose from his bed, changed out of his uniform, and walked to the common room, as eighth period had just ended.
When he walked through the door, yawning, everyone rose from their positions, swarming him with questions.
Mina had obviously spilled to the whole class, and everyone was worried.
Bakugou was furious, but tried his best to not show it, and instead grabbed kirishima by his hand, away from kaminari, to his dorm room again.
The elevator ride was short, but awkward, as both didn't really know what to say.
The elevator dinged and both walked towards the blondes room, bakugou sliding his key card across the scanner, opening the door.
He simply sat down on his bed, gesturing to the space beside him, inviting kirishima over.
“I… have a confession to make, and then a request afterwards. I don't want to hear a single word until i'm finished speaking. Got it?” he said to the redhead.
Kirishima simply nodded his head.
“I lost my virginity to someone two years older than me, it was like,, half rape because i kind of started it, but didnt want it to go that far really. I don't even know why im telling you this but im so fucking guilty and i feel like the worst boyfriend because you're not going to be my first time and it's just really,
really
fucked up. Okay? Everytime i think of how much i love you i then think of how
painful
and
disgusting
it felt when he touched me. Youre so much gentler than he was, and i don't know how i deserve you, because i don't!” he cried, tears rolling down his face.
“I-”
“Im not fucking finished, here's my damn request…
Break up with me.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
"W-what?”
“I can't do it myself, i dont have the heart to, so you have to do it for me.
I love you Eijirou, but i can't just keep letting you love a nasty, disgusting pig like me. I don't deserve love, i didn't wait, now i've fucked everything up…” bakugou whimpered, clutching his pillow and burying his face into it, sobbing in between sentences.
“Baby-”
“
Don't call me that
.” He snapped, looking into his eyes, his own red from the tears.
“I will continue to call you that! I dont give a damn if someone raped you! You're still bakugou!
MY
Bakugou! I love you despite the fact that you bully midoriya, i love despite the fact that you're rude to other classmates, i love you despite the fact that you're
extremely
hard to read! I'm in love with you Katsuki can't you understand that!?” Kirishima yelled at the top of his lungs.
Bakugou was speechless. He couldn't ever imagine anyone ever loving him as much as kirishima did.
“I can't believe you doubted your worth, you're literally the manliest, handsome, most fucking BADASS guy i know, and i'm
proud
to call you mine, okay!?”
“I-im… im sorry…” bakugou sniffled.
“Just get your ass over here” kirishima smiled, opening his arms for a hug, even though he knew bakugou would never hug him, he always offered it.
This time bakugou lunged for him.
The blonde leaped forward, arms open wide, launching himself forward into Kirishima’s warm embrace, sobbing into his chest, clutching him for dear life. He had never felt so weak before, but he had Kirishima with him, and he felt completely safe in his arms.
Kirishima rubbed circles on his back, whispering sweet nothing to calm him down, showering his cheeks and forehead with soft kisses.
“I love you Katsuki Bakugou” he mumbled into his ear.
“I love you too shitty-shima” he cursed back, smirking.
*time skip later*
Kirishima awoke to a light smell of caramel, opening his eyes to see bakugou's face extremely close to his. His cheeks looked so squishable when his face was pressed against the pillow, Kirishima truly couldn't get enough of this boy.
Then he remembered what he told him…
Fuck, now i can't stop imagining what could've happened to him, i know it's not right to be jealous yet i am, damnitt!
Kirishima swiftly pulled bakugou, who was still sleeping, into a rough kiss.
“Mhmph, ah, Ei your breath stinks” bakugou scrunched his face up, chuckling.
Obviously he didn't get the message.
Kirishima leaned again to nibble on his neck, sucking lightly but not enough to leave a mark as he caressed bakugou's thighs.
“Ah? Ei what the hell are you doing-hhhh!~” Bakugou panted when kirishima grabbed his crotch slightly, trailing kisses on his collarbone.
Kirishima slid his hands under Bakugou's shirt, feeling his abs and stomach, lifting it up over his head.
“Ei, please…” Bakugou whimpered.
Kirishima couldn't hear anything, his jealousy taking over his senses.
“EIJIROU!” Bakugou screamed, shoving him off the bed, crawling back, hyperventilating.
“Oww, fuck.” Kirishima winced, rubbing the back of his head from the fall.
He looked up to see Bakugou wide-eyed, tears rolling down his face, chest heaving with heavy breaths.
Shit, i messed up
“Bakug-”
“
Shut up, get the hell out of my room.”
The boy snapped, left hand flickering with small explosions.
“Bakugou please… im sorry i dont know what i was doing!”
“YOU'RE JUST LIKE HIM!” Bakugou yelled at the top of his lungs, voice cracking.
Kirishima's heart stopped. Bakugou had just compared him to his eighth grade rapist. He couldn't breathe, everything hurt.
“You don't mean that, d-do you?” Kirishima teared up.
“You just pounced on me the second you woke up! I told you to get off of me, nothing about what just happened was consensual! Do you even realize that we’ve never done anything slightly sexual? You just went ahead and tried fucking me without even having a conversation about it! What if i wasn't ready!?!?” Bakugou was out of breath.
When kirishima touched him like that, all he could think about was how similar it was to Hiwako. She sudden touches, the grabbing, the intrusion of his mouth. He hated the flashbacks, but they just kept coming.
He clutched his hair, tugging is as he pulled his knees to himself, making himself as small as possible. He hated being weak, it wasn't like him, but he had no choice. He wanted to become invisible.
“Baby im sorry, i can't stop thinking about how he touched you, and i got really jealous…” Kirishima mumbled, still on the floor away from Bakugou.
“I wasn't ready Eijirou, i don't know if i'll
ever
be ready.” Bakugou whispered just loud enough for the other to hear.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
It was the first night since the two had started dating that Bakugou had slept in his own room, alone.
He missed Kirishima. He missed the way he would hold him in his sleep. He missed the warmth that he would receive from him. He yearned for his hands to run through his hair as he’d look back to kiss him on the forehead.
He missed morning where the two would argue about who would shower first, he missed mornings when they'd both complain about their weak toothbrushes, he missed seeing his beautiful sleeping face, and wanting to take a picture and make it his lockscreen.
He woke up, cold and alone, wiping his tears as he rose from the duvet cover to get ready for the day. He walked into his bathroom to see kirishima's bright red toothbrush, completely wrecked with bristles going in every direction but forward. He grabbed his, avoiding kirishima's favorite toothpaste, as he grabbed some simple mint paste and dolliped a bit onto the brush.
He scrubbed gently, not having the energy to fully brush them. He was tired, as he couldnt sleep without kirishima.
He looked into the mirror, meeting cold, dead eyes, with designer gucci bags under them (jk).
Bakugou sighed, grabbing some concealer from the bottom drawer. He rarely used makeup besides eyeliner, but sometimes needed it for days that he looked like trash, such as today. He sighed as he rubbed in a few drops with his fingers, applying it messily. He grabbed an eyeliner pen and flawlessly drew on two equally-sized lines.
He ruffled his hair, and walked back to the main part of his bedroom.
He leaned over to grab a pair of pants, expecting kirishima to tap his bum, sparking a little play-fight on the floor, resulting in the two sloppily making out, but nothing happened. He sighed, pulling on the pants, awaiting for kirishima to show up and envelop him into a hug.
Then again, what happened earlier? Not okay.
Bakugou was frustrated, conflicted. He wanted to forgive kirishima, as he understood jealousy well, but couldn't get that comparison out of his head. The look in his eyes, the way he was atop of him like that, it was like a photocopy of Hiwako.
“Fuck, i miss him…” Bakugou cursed, sliding his arms through his jacket sleeves as he grabbed his backpack and left his room.
He waited impatiently for Kirishima, before realizing they were on bad terms. He internally facepalmed at the second-nature gesture, and walked to class just before the bell rung.
He didn't make eye contact with kirishima, whos head was down, back rising up and down slowly with his soft breathes. Bakugou found it cute, then shook the thought out of his head.
Aizawa showed up a few moments later, starting with roll call. When kirishima's name was called, he didn't respond, as he was probably asleep.
Bakugou decided to piss him off.
“C'mon
babe
, Aizawa called yer’ name” he snickered, knowing he would wake up and hear that comment.
It's not like they broke up or anything, they were still together, just mad and awkward.
Kirishima shot his head up and looked Bakugou in the eyes, his were puffy and red, he must have been crying with his head down, and bakugou's hard expression softened, his heart hurt at that glance. Kirishima looked like a puppy that just got hit by its owner, that owner being bakugou.
Bakugou just huffed, and looked in the opposite direction, staring at the window.
Time flew by, and Aizawa just ignored the fact that bakugou and kirishima were dozing off, not wanting to disturb their awkward tension even more. He felt like a true father to these kids, so he understood them very well, and knew about all their relationships.
For crying out loud, he smoked weed with Sero off campus every once in awhile when he needed to vent, and Mina claimed to have seen him in a cat cafe with Shinsou after Mineta was expelled.
Bakugou smirked at the memory of mineta leaving.
Not going to lie, he felt bad for the kid for a split second, his expression looking heartbroken, but then remembering his intentions and what he said about him and kirishima.
*flashback*
“EW! You guys are together? Thats fucking gay!” mineta gagged, laughing at the two after they announced their relationship to the class during lunch break.
“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY GRAPE BASTARD!?” Bakugou yelled hysterically, explosions setting off left and right. He hadn't even realized kirishima ran off the second mineta made the comment. After bakugou was done beating him to smithereens, he freaked out, trying to figure out where kirishima had gone.
He tried his dorm room first, then his own, and he wasn't there. He went to the common room, the office, and every bathroom on campus, nothing.
He eventually found him outside behind the field track, hugging his knees as he sobbed into his sleeves.
“Baby, its okay, forget about what that homophobic asshole said.”
It was the first time bakugou had called kirishima ‘babe’ and it really helped lift kirishima's spirits.
The red haired boy lifted his head up, looking him into the eyes, smiling slightly.
“You called me babe…” he chuckled, closing his eyes as the beautiful sound of his laughter filled bakugou's ears like music. He was truly in love with this man, and he couldn't believe how lucky he was.
Bakugou snapped out of his flashback, looking around to gather his thoughts. The classroom was empty, the only one there was Aizawa, who was in the middle of zipping up his sleeping bag to take a nap.
“Oh, hello bakugou. Class ended a few minutes ago but i didn't want to interrupt your daydream, it's nice knowing you are capable of smiling.” he said monotonically before laying down to rest.
“Oh, cool” bakugou said, embarrassed, before realizing the little remark at the end of his speech.
“HEY WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!” He yelled, bombs going off. But he was only answered with light snoring, as eraserhead was already sound asleep.
The blonde rolled his eyes at his second-dad and grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder to find kirishima. He really fucked up and wanted to clear things up and forgive him.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Bakugou sprinted out of the classroom, trying to find his next class before the bell rung, needless to say he didn't make it though, as it sounded the second he took his first step into the hallway. Bakugou halted, throwing his hands up in frustration, hissing as he never missed a class bell. His ego was getting to the best of him, so he kicked a pencil on the ground and walked around for the next class to start.
Once it did, he watched as the class filed out of Present Mic’s room, then he saw kirishima sulking out from the back, eyes still pretty damn red. Bakugou's heart ached, and he felt extremely bad.
He grabbed kirishima's hand, dragging him out to the courtyard, sitting him on a bench. He stood over him as the red head looked down in defeat.
“Look up shitty hair.” bakugou ordered.
He lifted his head up to meet his eyes, hurt lingering in his own.
Bakugou simply grabbed his tie and smashed his lips on the boys, placing his hands firmly on his waist, just like the boy wanted him to do oh so badly. Kirishima nervously placed wrapped his arms around his boyfriends’ waist, pulling him onto his lap. Their tongues swirled together, end the two pulled away after bakugou nipped the red haired boys bottom lip, smirking.
“Does that prove i forgive you?” he raised his brow, pressing his forehead against kirishima's.
“Fuck… i thought i'd never do that again…” he cried in joy.
“The hell do you mean? Like id ever break up with your ass, i'm not going to stop loving you. Ever.” bakugou blushed, looking to the side.
“Awwww thanks dude! I love you so much” kirishima smiled.
“Tch, stop calling me dude after we just made the fuck out” bakugou rolled his eyes, pushing his face away.”
The two just walked out of the courtyard hand in hand to the gym locker rooms, as hero training was next.
Kirishima loved to watch bakugou put his hero costume on, it was a perverted thing to either boy, it was just cute seeing how bakugou would have to struggle to get his tight shirt over his man-boobs. Kirishima liked teasing him about it too, calling them his ‘baku tiddies’.
“Need help with your tiddies babe?” kirishima purred jokingly.
“Fuck off shitty hair, i'm not a girl” bakugou grunted, obviously struggling.
“Here let me help you get it over your head-” *RIPPPP!!!!*
“Oh shit…” kirishima deadpanned.
“YOU JUST RIPPED MY FUCKING SHIRT IN HALF EIJIROU!!!” Bakugou screamed, looking at the ground in horror.
There it was, bakugou's hero costume laid on the ground, ripped into two pieces.
“Fuck, i think i had my quirk on…” kirishima laughed, scratching the back of his head.
“I HAVE TO DO TRAINING SHIRTLESS NOW!” bakugou yelled in his ear, explosions going off like always.
“I do it everyday man, look at me!” kirishima shrugged, gesturing to his exposed chest.
“God damnit…” bakugou sighed, lazily pulling on his arm-grenades (idk what they're called rip)
All throughout class, kirishima couldn't stop staring at bakugou. He looked so cool fighting without a shirt on, and almost felt jealous of the universe for making such a perfect creature that he could never live up to. He sighed, watching him on the bench, waiting for his turn to spar.
“Dude, your gay is showing” kaminari snickered, obviously noticing kirishima's staring.
“My boyfriend is fighting without a shirt, what the hell do you
expect
me to do?” kirishima whined, wanting to kiss the ash-blonde.
The worst part was, he knew that the first year girls and some guys enjoyed looking at bakugou, shirtless or not. He was, in fact, one of the most stunning guys in U.A, and on top of that, his quirk was amazing. Who wouldn't want him?
It still made kirishima jealous though.
He’d see ochako or mina whispering in class sometimes, or see kendou and other skanks from 1B eyeing him during the sports festival, and it made his blood boil. He’d never show it, as he was the class sunshine child, but on the inside, he may or may not want to gouge their eyes out so they'd never have the gift of looking at his boyfriend again.
Speaking of people looking, he saw Ochako whispering to Midoriya at the moment. Ochako had a huge crush on Bakugou, but bakugou didn't like her at all. No one in class 1A could see the two together in fact, and kirishima was glad, because bakugou was all his now.
He was still mad though, and decided he had had enough.
The boy walked up, frustrated, pulling bakugou off the court as he was still fighting Ojiro, and dragged him in front of Uraraka.
“You see this?” kirishima pointed at bakugou. “Is mine. Stop fucking looking at him like that because everyone knows he doesn't like you back!” he yelled, grabbing the clueless bakugou by his face and pulling him in for a heated kiss.
Bakugou was shocked, and wasn't the biggest fan of PDA, but went along with it because he liked this side of kirishima. He also hoped this would stop uraraka from sending him obscene pictures at night, making kirishima very clingy to him as he was always with him when he opened them, and then deleting them in disgust.
Uraraka coughed, looking away in disgust, before standing up to approach bakugou.
“And who said he didn't like me back? I was with him last night while you two had your little fight~” she cooed, placing her hands on bakugou's shoulder before he shoved her away.
“The hell!? No i fucking didn't! I went to my own room!” he protested.
“W-what? Bakugou you're kidding me right?” kirishima teared up, not believing him.
It made sense though, bakugou could have easily just barged into urarakas room to relieve himself from the stress of the fight, and just simply not tell kirishima what he did. Who would've actually liked him anyway? He was a boring guy with a boring quirk…
Kirishima huffed, turning around to go to his room, away from bakugou.
“EIJIROU WAIT!”
“NO! Go have fun with uraraka!” he screamed, tears pricking his eyes.
“I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WITH HER! SHE'S JUST TRYING TO SCREW OUR RELATIONSHIP UP BECAUSE SHE'S A JEALOUS BITCH!!!” bakugou screamed, grabbing kirishima's shoulder plate.
“Fuck off, you're too much for me, we’re over.” kirishima coldly stated before walking off.
“w-what?”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
Bakugou sprinted after kirishima, but missed him as he saw the elevator door close. He huffed in frustration as he used his quirk to get him up the stairs as quick as possible.
He still couldn't make it faster than the elevator, and was locked out of kirishima's room.
“EIJIROU! OPEN THE DOOR!” Katsuki screamed, banging the wooden door furiously.
“Don't call me that, we’re over” kirishima replied through the door.
“PLEASE! YOU KNOW I NEVER FUCKING BEG JUST LET ME IN DAMMIT!” Bakugou pleaded. He never asked people for anything, and it showed he was desperate to talk to kirishima.
“Why are you saying ‘please’ to someone you toyed with for months? Go back to class and let me cry alone” kirishima laughed.
“I WILL EXPLODE THIS FUCKING DOOR OPEN! *hic* LET ME *hic* IN DAMNIT! PLEASE!” Bakugou sobbed, sliding against the door onto the ground.
“Do it then, i'm not going to talk to you.” kirishima shrugged, almost forgetting that bakugou couldn't see him.
Lets just say bakugou always takes on a challenge, and kirishima was blasted across his room from the blasts momentum.
The boy rubbed his back in slight pain, as his hardening wasn't really fast enough to fully shield himself.
“Fuck bab-
Bakugou
.” he huffed.
Bakugou didn't say anything as he headlocked kirishima, pressing him against the wall (in a NONESEXUAL WAY DAMNITT) tightly to keep him from running away.
He looked him in the eyes, tear-stains drying up by the minute. And sighed.
“I fucking love you. I know i don't really say it enough, and i should. And i'm sorry for blowing up at you that night, but i just got this weird nostalgic feeling, and it wasn't good one. I just couldn't help but feel him on me, because of how aggressive it was, i can't say i didn't like it, but i just whimped out like a bitch.
I never went to uraraka, and i don't even know why that dumb whore didn't just leave without a word. I know you're insecure about us and you need to learn that i literally love you with all my heart, and it's really hurting my ego to say this by the way but i truly do love you. I will literally do anything to prove it.” bakugou finished without taking a singular breath in between.
Kirishima deadpanned, speechless. He felt all of bakugou's emotions flood out of his system, leaving them to kirishima.
“I-im…” he whispered before lunging at him with all his strength, knocking the wind out of both of them as they hit the floor in a tight hug.
“f-fuck…*hic* i'm so *hic* s-so-sorry…..” bakugou whimpered, crying into his shoulder.
“We’re s-so moody t-this week huh?” kirishima laughed/cried. Smiling at him.
“Im sorry babe, i love you so much” bakugou pressed his face into kirishima's chest lovingly, hating his soft side, but letting it out to truly show how much he loved his idiot.
“W-were back together right?” kirishima laughed.
“You dumped me, that's for you to decide” bakugou punched him in the shoulder slightly.
“Shut up, just pretend i didn't, i don't want to start our countdown off again.”
“Happy 1 minute anniversary eijirou” bakugou snickered.
“I said no restarting!” kirishima whined, hugging him tightly.
The two boys didn't even realize their positions, kirishima on top of bakugou, legs spread apart.
Until bakugou squeaked, backing away from his boyfriend sheepishly.
“Awww poor bakugou's scared” kirishima laughed at his cute expression, blushing.
“Be q-quiet!” bakugou muttered, embarrassed. “I'm not scared of this kind of stuff if its with you…” he looked away.
“You literally freaked out the other night, hypocrite” kirishima rolled his eyes, laughing.
“Okay then, bet” bakugou shrugged, standing up to go to his own room, as kirishima's door was broken.
“W-wait what!?” kirishima squealed.
“You tired doing it the other night, come and get it big boy” bakugou smirked, leading him into his room before slamming him against the wall, kissing him hard and rough”
*smut warning from here to the end of the chapter, you've been warned shister*
“Ah, fuck” kirishima groaned as bakugou kneed him in the crotch lightly, rubbing his leg against his growing erection.
“ this what you wanted?” bakugou whispered into his ear, nibbling it lightly.
“Haa.. fuck. You think y-you can get the upper hand? I'm the top here” kirishima teased as he grabbed him and laid him on the bed before dragging his pants and boxers down simultaneously.
“N-Not so fast idiot!!” Bakugou screamed, attempting to cover up his erection with his hands, face bright red.
“You're so cute, don't hide anything from me~” kirishima purred leaning down to kiss him roughly.
“W-wait first, we need a safe word in case one of us wants to stop…” bakugou said sheepishly.
“Just tell me to stop and i will, i promise” kirishima smiled before caressing his thighs gently.
“Fuck, you're so good at this” bakugou bit his hand.
“I mean, i couldn't fuck you before, so i had to watch porn to get off. You learn from watching.” kirishima shrugged, having absolutely no shame.
“C-cant… ha~ re-relate” bakugou gasped as kirishima took his length into his hand gently.
“Can't wait to find out your dirty little secrets, do you finger yourself? Any kinks?” kirishima teased lovingly.
“F-fuck you… im not telling…” bakugou hissed and the warmth of his mouth licking off the pre-cum beading from his penis.
“Oh hoh hoh… so you do? You might as well tell me what you like so i can make this memorable” kirishima smiled.
“It's gonna be fucking memorable anyway because its my first time with you dipshit. And the first consensual one at that” he rolled his eyes at the thought of hiwako again, but pushed it away because he trusted kirishima.
“Fiiine, but tell me what you like from your experience with yourself, if you tell me yours i'll tell you mine” kirishima begged like a puppy.
“Ugh, just, keep talking like that i guess, it sets the mood, um, i like it rough or whatever because i'm not a pussy, and just kiss me, a lot.” bakugou whispered.
“Good, good. Are hickeys a yes or no?” kirishima came up to his neck, waiting for a response.
“Sure, just put them lower so no one sees” bakugou shrugged, never actually having a hickey, as hiwako didn't want to leave evidence on him.
“But that's no funnnnn~” kirishima whined. “I want everyone to see mine, that uraraka bitch can suck my dick”
“No, only i can” bakugou laughed, leaning down to kiss kirishima.
“Just get on with it and fuck me, raw.” bakugou wiggled around impatiently.
“No lube?” kirishima tilted his head to the side.
“I've got it, just let me suck it a little and get it on with” bakugou keened before he lowered his mouth all the way down his long shaft, coughing slightly when it hit the back of his throat, but kept going until he reached the end. He let his saliva roll down it before pumping it to slick the whole thing up, then proceeded to lay on his back.
He caressed his sides and thighs before spreading his legs apart to let kirishima inside.
“S-so you're sure about this?” kirishima ressured.
“Yes, now hurry up eijirou, i want it...” bakugou whispered sheepishly.
Kirishima hesitantly lined himself up, before pushing the tip inside of his tight heat.
“O-oh shit… i-i've nnever felt t-this before….” kirishima groaned, moving himself more inside.
“Oh my god just go all the way in!” bakugou huffed before he pulled himself forward, sheathing kirishima's length all the way inside of him.
“Ack, SHIT!” kirishima yelped, his tight hole slightly hurting his dick.
“Sorry, i'll loosen up” bakugou apologized, unclenching himself to give kirishima more room.
“C-can i move?” the boy asked.
“If you dont fuck me into next week right now, i'll fucking do it myself” bakugou glared at him.
Kirishima smiled before pulling himself backwards, slamming himself fully into bakugou, eliciting a loud, erotic moan.
“Ah! God fuck, yes, yes, YES!” Bakugou screamed as he scratched lines into kirishima's back.
“Fuckkk you feel so good katsuki, i love it” kirishima groaned into his shoulder before sucking long and hard.
“F-fuck, forget what i said about people seeing, i don't care, put them everywhere~~~” bakugou moaned out, wanting more and more pleasure.
He was so happy to finally be with someone he really loved, he would now never need to worry about hiwako, he had kirishima after all.
Kirishima smirked as he moved his head a bit to expose his thick neck, finding the perfect spot to attack before biting down enough to nearly draw blood, pulling a scream from bakugou's throat, before clamping down to suck while thrusting with all his strength.
“FUCK, MORE! HARDER!” Bakugou demanded, wanting everything rougher.
Kirishima sat himself upwards, leaving bakugou whining from the loss of pleasure from his neck, but soon moaning wantonly as kirishima angled his thrusts to the perfect place inside of him.
“S-SHIT! RIGHT THERE EIJIROU! FUCK OH MY GOD I'M GONNA PASS OUT” he screamed, holding on to the red headed boy for dear life.
“I love you katsuki, i love you so much” kirishima cried out.
“Prove it to me then! Fuck me harder!” bakugou yelled, asking for more.
Kirishima took up the challenge, jack-hammering into his sopping wet hole with everything he could, creaking the bed with his strong, hard thrusts.
The two were so into their love making they didn't realize school was almost over, and everyone was about to go back to their dorms.
“Fuuuck, i'm going to cum eijirou!” katsuki moaned out.
“M-me too katsuki!” kirishima snarled into his neck before clamping down again.
The feeling of bakugou clamping down from his orgasm, the quivering of his hole, tipped kirishima over the edge as well, making him thrust one last time before releasing himself into bakugou, holding him tightly.
Bakugou moaned at the feeling of being pumped full, he smiled as the two both rolled over and laid on their sides, faces just inches away from the others.
Kirishima couldn't help but look at bakugou intensely, he looked so good with his after-sex glow. He was truly thankful he was given the gift of being with this boy, he loved him so much.
“F-fuck… that was better than i expected shitty hair…” bakugou huffed in embarrassment, feeling the cum drip from his rim down his thighs.
“It definitely was incredible,, i love you katsuki.” kirishima beamed.
“Shut up and cuddle with me, we can shower before dinner”
“Okay babey~”
“S-SHUT UP!”
Lets just say everyone heard them,, and dinner was quite awkward…
Rip.