Kiribaku Oneshots

Fantasizing

Bakugou and Kirishima just fantasizing about each other and being pining idiots. Kiri fell first, Bakugou fell harder.

cw: smut, individual masturbation; shy sub bottom Bakugou, subtop Kirishima, hyperspermia, fingering, pillow humping, smell kink, crying, hyperspermia, overstim, multiple orgasms, breeding kink—imagined sex scenarios; dom top Kirishima, power bottom Bakugou, anal sex, blowjobs, biting, pet play/puppy sub undertones—horny teens being horny teens

Bakugou doesn't like to feel small. He doesn't like people telling him what to do, and everyone knew it...but Kirishima makes him feel safe. His presence is grounding, comforting, and...yeah, ok, Bakugou might have a soft spot for him...maybe more than a soft spot. It was a little overwhelming when he realized it was a crush. He hadn't gotten one of those since he was a little kid, and if he did, he buried it. The emotional shit was what overwhelmed him, but the physical attraction came gradually, and that was easier to handle...most of the time.

Once he got comfortable around the redhead, he admitted that objectively, yes, Kirishima was attractive. Once the feelings started showing up is when he started focusing on certain parts of him, like using the 'inspect' function in a point-and-click game his old man showed him. He'd notice how the redhead would trace the scar on his eye when he was tired, and that made him notice that he started wearing eyeliner after they moved into the dorms. That made him notice that his eyelashes were long and black, which made him notice how pretty his eyes were... Yeah, things like that. Like how one time when he looked at his shark teeth, he noticed that his lips were slightly chapped, so he dug out a tin of honey flavored lip-balm from his bag and tossed it at him. His lips always looked shiny after that...and soft... After he had figured out his stupid feelings, he admitted to himself that these observations weren't objective anymore, and admitted to himself that Kirishima was just...the most gorgeous man he's ever met, and that...maybe he wanted to kiss him...or whatever.

Once he figured out the physical attraction, he mostly figured out how to control the gay panics. Kirishima being touchy usually did little more than dust his cheeks with pink since he had gotten used to that already. Same with most of the sappy shit he said. Every now and then he'd say something stupid and Bakugou would have to resist the urge to bruise his own forehead on the nearest hard surface because he'd be reminded that he has a crush on the biggest himbo he's ever met. Other than that, and those he kept to himself in the safety and privacy of his room, he could manage the gay panics...

Until he realized just how strong he is.

See, a lot of people think that his hardening makes him stronger.

No.

Bakugou used to think that.

Until they did more rescue training. They were in the earthquake area, and Aizawa decided to test Bakugou's discipline in an area where he had to be careful of his quirk. Kirishima and Uraraka followed him since their quirks would be helpful. They would have to practice around, and during tremors. During one, Bakugou happened to be standing just under a loose steel girder. Kirishima had shoved him out of the way just in time, hardening to brace for impact. When the tremor stopped, he softened...still holding up the steel beam. Bakugou's jaw dropped as he looked up at him from his place on the dusty floor. He watched him adjust his footing before every muscle in him seemed to flex and ripple as he lifted the beam and half-carried it to a safe place for him to set it down. Uraraka didn't lift a finger, in fact, she clapped.
"Woooaah, nice catch, Kirishima! You're so strong!" she praises him excitedly. Kirishima wipes the rust and dust off his hands as he turns back to them.
"It's nothing, really!" he chuckles bashfully. "You should see what Midoriya can do without his quirk! His pb in weights is waaay higher than mine!" He crosses back to Bakugou, offering him a hand since he knows sometimes it's tricky to get up while wearing his gauntlets. "You ok, bro?" Kirishima asks with that stupid fucking smile, and with genuine concern. Fucking Prince Charming ass motherfucker...wait...