My Kiribaku Os, And Other Things

🍦Wolf🍋(🇺🇲🇬🇧)

Joa... I leb noch..., schöne Sommerferien euch noch so... Idk welches Bundesland oder so ihr seit like...egal...

*Sips from the kinda horny tea *
Ich werd das zeug ab jetzt nur noch in englisch schreiben... Ich will nicht immer beim schreiben auf deutsch halb verreck vor lachen xdd so...

(Kiri knows he is an AU, with word limit)

This is a Werewolf AU, duh. You know it. I know it. Kirishima knows it.

Bakugou Katsuki, however, does not.

⚠️TW: Top Kiri, Bottom Baku, Anal Knotting, Bad Jokes, Bomb Sex
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"Katsuki! Katsuki, wake up!"

The blond felt himself being shaken awake with force unbecoming of whatever God-forsaken hour of the night it was.

He fought hard to decipher the time on his phone as well as the face of the boy shaking him in his bed, but he bit back his curses when pieces of the puzzle started falling into place.

He fought hard to decipher the time on his phone as well as the face of the boy shaking him in his bed, but he bit back his curses when pieces of the puzzle started falling into place.

"Ei? Ei, is that you?" Red hair, stupid spikes, snaggle-tooth grin, there was no way it could've been anyone else, but the furious head-nodding certainly helped Bakugou confirm it. "What the hell, Ei, it's 9:35. Go the fuck to bed."

But the red-head wouldn't have it.

"There's no time for this! We are /skipping/ the intro!" Kirishima's strong hands began tugging the blankets off of the demon-eyed Bakugou beneath of him while insisting "We have to start fucking /right now/ if we're both going to climax before the deadline!"

"FUCKING /EXCUSE/ ME?"

Grogginess be damned, nothing made any sense and Kirishima had somehow been possessed by some horny demon or something, but what was more concerning was that he hadn't used the word 'Bro' even once, which meant something was very, very wrong.

"What do you mean 'intro'? What the everloving /fuck/ are you talking about?"

Even when faced with angry eyes fully fuming, Kirishima had nothing to offer in rebuttal but an exasperated sigh with his head thrown back. "I can explain everything later, I promise! But for now we only have-" He cut himself off as he seemed to squint into the distance.

Bakugou didn't have the foggiest idea of what was going on, but he suddenly found himself at the mercy of Kirishima's intense gaze again as the red-head seemed to come to some sort of realisation.

"SHIT!" Kirishima's hands plunged forward to grab Bakugou's shoulders, claws digging into the soft flesh beneath his sleep shirt. "KATSUKI! We've already used 316 words and we only have a word count of 3500 for this zine! I either stick it in now or we don't stick it in at all!"

Kirishima was already scrambling to undress himself, not bothering to remove himself from where he was perched with his thighs sprawled wide over top of Bakugou's, the latter too stunned to do much more than gawk.

He could only hope this wasn't some sick wet dream because these were fantasies of the highest degree as row upon row of abs was revealed to him, worn Crimson Riot shirt making its way over his classmate's head and eventually finding its new home on the floor.

There was no way this was happening. This was a dream.

He /had/ to be dreaming, because only in his wildest dreams was Kirishima /this/ toned.