Let's try again.

Here's a smut thread filled with angst and anxiety and if you wanna call it dubcon that's cool too. Misunderstandings, drastic change from smut to angst and idk kiri doesn't stop when Bakugou tells him to? And idk whatever else you might be sensitive to

Eijirou fucking Katsuki for the first time and he's so excited to be the top, and it feels so fucking good that he can't stop saying things like, "fuck /yes/, take my cock, you bitch!" and "you look so good with tears, my good little slut".

Kat's under him, flushed bright red, not expecting his romantic first time to be like this. It's even more overwhelming because he chose missionary and he's LOOKING at his boyfriend's face as he says this shit and it's not.. bad...

He's embarassed...and incredibly turned on too.

Kiri is so SWEET outside of this, but his mouth during this life altering moment is FILTHY.

Down right disgusting.

"You gonna come? Bet you are. With no fucking help. But you're so close, about to squeeze my big cock. I'm gonna come in you and fill you up and make you cry."

And holy fuck... how can he be /right/?!

How can this asshole be so fucking /right/?!

Katsuki IS about to come untouched on Kirishima's thick cock. His balls are twitching, his mouth is open and he's about to inhale for a scream-

"Fuckkk. Do you deserve it? Huh? Fucking slut."

It's embarassing and gross and pathetic but it doesn't matter because Katsuki is grasping at Kiri's shoulders with weak fingers. He's pressing his face in his boyfriend's sweaty neck and he's gasping "p-please," so whiny, so soft.

Begging.

THE Bakugou Katsuki.

BEGGING to cum.

He should know that Kirishima is going to pounce on the vulernabilty, and he does, his hand tangling in Katsuki's hair and jerking him away.

He tips the blonde's face up with his  grip and for a brief second Katsuki's sure Kirishima is going to spit in his mouth.

He doesn't, THANK GODS, but the thrill of disgust and arousal at the /thought/ still zings up his spine.

"Did you just -/ah/- beg for me?"

Katsuki's eyes are spilling over. It's not tears, it's just...

It's not tears.

Kirishima's jaw tightens as he grips Katsuki's thigh.

He shoves Katsuki's leg over his shoulder, pressing his sweat damp face to his skin as he pounds into him like he /really/ fucking means it.

"/aww/. You l-look so pretty when you cry, Katsu."

This is not what he expected. The flower petals and burning candles... the softly playing music... it jad all painted a different picture.

Something more soft, something gentle and kind--

For a tiny brief second, Katsuki's chest fills with panic and not heat. He'd made Kirishima wait for two years. Two years for the redhead to prove he "earned" the right to fuck him.

Kirishima had played the part well. He'd took Kat on dates. Told him nice things.

He set up this romantic night for the two of them and suddenly Katsuki wonders if Kirishima played the perfect boyfriend TOO well.

Afterall, this.. isn't really the fucking he thought he was signing up for...
It's good! Great even!

But...

But... not.. what he expected out of his "loving boyfriend."

And despite how close he is to orgasm and how hard Kirishima is going for his own,

Katsuki feels his erection wane.

Oh. Oh damn. He got played hard.
"S-stop," Katsu says weakly, tears maybe falling for a different reason now. "I wanna stop."

Ei doesn't hear him. It's not his fault. His eyes are squeezed shut and he's groaning loud enough to alert the whole floor and maybe Kat should just deal with it for a second longer.

Damn. Maybe they should have set up safe words. Or TALKED in general.

But he hadn't expected to fall into bed with Dom Kirishima and potientally the world's biggest asshole rolled into one.

He just doesn't understand.

How could they go from Kirishima blushing when they started kissing, with his stupid shaking hands, and his frantic apologies about his teeth and how he'd nervously missed Katsuki's asshole TWICE to this?!?!

Damn. Kirishima really was good.

Kirishima's hips speed up with urgency and his breath sucks in and doesn't release and he's going to cum Katsuki knows it, and he already said he was going to come inside and that's both thrilling and makes him feel used.

Kirishima's eyes snap open and he shoves his hand between them, probably thinking to jerk Katsuki's cock as he comes to make them orgasm together.

Too bad he's practically soft now.

"What--" Kirishima's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and he flinches when he sees the look on Katsuki's face.

He instantly jerks his hips back when he realizes Katsuki isn't enjoying himself, his face stricken.

But sometimes it doesn't matter because your own body can betray you. And even though he definetly no longer /mentally/ wants to cum when he slides out of Katsuki the friction is just enough to make him have to dig his fingers into Katsuki's thigh and the tip of his cock explode.

The sudden loss of heat and the jarring emptiness makes Katsuki want to curl in on himself.

But if he moves, Kirishima's cum will slide from between his cheeks to his lower back and he's already going to have a time cleaning up.

"Oh G-gods" Kirishima says hoarsely, his own carmine eyes wet. He looks more disgusted than sastsified, even with his orgasm. "Katsuki, bab-, Katsuki are you okay? I'm sorry I-- what's--what did I--?"

"Could you get me a rag? Or a shirt or something?"

And wow, the tuition to UA was definitely worth it. It was worth the money for him to learn how to steel his voice and show no emotion in a tense situation.

Otherwise this would be a whole different level of embarassing.

Kirishima quickly snatches his own tshirt and wipes Katsuki down as fast as he can.

"What do you need? Do you need.. a bath? Water? What do you want me to do?" His fingers twist in the soiled material. "What do I do? Do you want me to--"

"I want you to leave." Katsuki says softly. He slowly pushes himself up to sit. His ass is already sore and thats on Kirishima for being so rough and also being so fucking big in general.

Kirishima's voice is soft. "You want me to go?"

"Yeah. I could you take the candles with you? I'm getting a headache."

He doesn't want to look at them.

Plus maybe Kirishima will want to use them on his next conquest.

Kirishima doesn't move. He just stands there, dick wet and soft on his thigh, twisting that damn shirt.

"I don't-- Katsuki-- Please I--"

"Kirishima. It's fine." And yep, that's his voice. It's his mouth forming words, but he must be in shock because he isn't /feeling/ them.

"Fine?" Kirishima asks, his voice breaking on the syllables and way too high pitched. "Fine?! Katsuki I--"

"Kirishima," Katsuki interrupts, too exhausted to fight right now. "I'm tired. Go on. I'll see you tomorrow before class, alright?"

Weird that he can't feel his own body right now. That if it wasn't for the fact he CLEARLY is, he would have no idea he's breathing.

He just wants to sleep this whole thing off.

"Kat--"

"Kirishima."

Kirishima's looking down at his shirt and Katsuki's eyes are roaming over him and it hurts to see the red lines on his shoulders and the red circles on his neck and --

Turning on his side, Katsuki faces the wall.

That's easy to look at it.

~~~~

"So are you and Bakugou gonna come to Sero's on Saturday? I think it's just gonna be like a tripule date kinda thing! Me and Shinsou, Sero and Todo and you and bakubro--"

"Uh, I dunno about that. I'm not sure Bakugou..." Kirishima trails off, shoving his gears into his locker. "We might stay in this weekend." He says instead, reaching up and unlatching his mask. He works his jaw a few times, pressing his fingers into chafed skin.

Kami slowly pulls his own locker door closed, sitting down on the bench and drawing his shower caddy into his lap. He looks contemplative for a second before he asks, "hey man. Sorry to get nosy, but... are you and blasty fighting or something?"

"You've been dogging conversation about him all week. And anytime you're in a room that Bakugou doesn't *have* to be in, he turns around and walks out. I saw him patrol with MIDORIYA on thursday. And you were here!"

Kami pats his shoulder, trying for a smile with the gesture. "Boyfriends fight sometimes dude. It'll be okay. Shinsou got real pissed at me a couple of days ago and he's over it now!"

Kirishima sighs, shucking the rest of his hero clothing and jamming into his locker before grabbing his own shower caddy.

"I... I don't think this is similar." Kirishima whispers, shame curling his shoulders. "I... I'm... fuck. I'm not even sure we're together right now?"

Kami reals back in shock for a second before he quickly recovers. "Well... uh... Blasty is known for his meltdowns! I'm sure he'll cool off soon! Do you want me to talk to him?" His elbow presses into Kirishima's ribs. "I can tell him how amazing you are. How perfect and sweet--"

Kirishima shakes his head. He's really really confused and upset and borderline ready to explode and cry and maybe throw up every minute of the day, but he knows Kami bugging Katsuki will not help with whatever horrible thing Kirishima did wrong.

He's not an idiot. At least, not completely. He's about 75 percent sure he knows what he did wrong.

Afterall it's not like they had been doing a myraid of activities when Katsuki kicked him out.

They had been making love and ONLY THAT.

So it was pretty clear what Kirishima fucked up on.

If he's being honest, the whole ordeal is fuzzy for him. Which is NOT his fault. It's not Bakugou's either of course!

The room was hot! Kirishima's nerves and the pure pleasure of having his cock in something other than his own hand, and the intoxicating scent of Katsuki...

Plus! It had been late! They both had just gotten off shift! They.. had that glass of wine! and... and...

Kirishima groans, dropping his head into his upraised hands.

Gods. He can't believe he's so bad at sex that Katsuki's breaking up with him.

"Kiri. Man. It'll be okay. You guys have been together since school. You're soulmates. You know Bakugou's gonna gruffily apologize soon. He does this sometimes if work's shit or he's stressed or whatever excuse he has at the moment for needing to get laid."

Kirishima sighs, glancing up at the ceiling to stop his traitorous eyes from willing with tears.

It's true. Every few weeks Katsuki implodes. He's gotten a thousand times better at communication, but he's still human, and still working on emotions and expressing himself.

Plus, he's half Mitsuki Bakugou and that's explanation enough at times.

Usually Kiri doesn't worry too much about Katsuki's attitude. It takes him a few hours and he's apologizing way too hard, usually with gifts and sweet kisses and Kirishima instantly forgives him.

Because, yeah, Katsuki has a bad temper. But he's ALWAYS quick to apologize and ask Kirishima how HE feels and what he needs to do to be better next time.

The effort that he puts into making Kirishima happy and their relationship healthy is more than extreme.

So, yes. If KATSUKI had fucked up, Kirishima wouldn't be the least bit worried for their relationship.

But apparently, KIRISHIMA and his weak dick game are to blame this time.

And Katsuki's not even letting him within 30 feet, let alone apologize in person.

He knows it's not manly, but given no other option, he /had/ texted Kat about 20 apologies.

It was embarassing to say things like "I'm sorry I couldn't get you.. into it..." or "I didn't mean to hurt you if I did," or "I didn't mean to.. be so bad at what was supposed to good."

But he was sorry for all those things.

"Ei? Dude? I've never seen you space out this bad before. Look man, I have an idea! Why don't you head to Blasty's tonight with a romantic movie and some box wine and offer to sacrifice your virginity for the sake of his good mood? It's been TWO years man! Help the blonde out!"

Kaminari doesn't stop on their way to the showers. "Do you think Bakubro is bottom? I bet he is. He's probably compensating for something and we all know it's not his dick-- thanks for that by the way-- so he must be the way he is because he's secretly a bottom and --"

Ei's only half listening but after a second Denki's rambling catches up with him and he almost drops his shower supplies.

Oh shit!

Ei turns on Kami, hands shooting towards his face. The blonde recoils and squeals, afraid he's gonna get punched and not kissed on the forehead.

"YOU'RE BRILLIANT!" Kirishima shouts, planting another kiss on Kaminari's stunned face before running off to the shower so he can get clean and find his boyfriend.

It's not everyday that someone calls Kaminari brilliant, but today is definitely one for the books!

MAYBE Ei isn't bad at sex! Maybe Katsuki just didn't want to bottom!

Yeah, Katsuki had insisted when they were making out and Kiri ABSOUTLEY asked over and over if he was sure.

But bottoming in theory was probably completely different than bottoming in real life.

And while Kirishima did research and tried his very best with prepping Katsuki, he was (not to brag) pretty well endowed, and also not a pro at foreplay.

If Katsuki was avoiding him because he was embarrassed or ashamed at not liking bottoming then it was an easy fix!

Katsuki never had to bottom again if he didn't want to! Hell, they never even had to make love again! Kirishima had lasted 20 years with nothing else but his hand.

He wouldn't die without the warm tight heat of Katsuki's ass.

But he /would/ fantasize about it unabashedly for the rest of his life.

He just had to tell Katsuki!

"I WANNA BOTTOM!" Kirishima shouts at the top of his lungs as soon as he enters his shared apartment with Bakugou.

He told himself he'd just flat out say it when he saw Katsuki so he didn't have time to think or coward out of the conversation.

It was manly to work things out! Bakugou would appreciate his effort!

Bakugou, who, at the time of Kirishima's confession, was sitting at his desk in the corner of the living room, facetiming his Mom and Dad.

Kirishima's stomach sinks to his feet as he watches Bakugou's eyes slowly jerk up and meet his on the screen on his Ipad.

"Hello Kirishima-kun!" Mitsuki shouts, her pale hand covering what must be a body shaking laugh. "Look Masaru! It's Kirishima-kun! And he brought takeout!"

Bakugou's expression doesn't change, hell, he doesn't even blink, as he tosses the Ipad against the wall so hard pieces of screen fly into the kitchen

Kirishima watches, gulping down his emotions and nervous words as Katsuki slowly lumpers to a stand and walks calmly to the ipad

He doesn't say anything as he picks the device up and walks to the kitchen sink. He turns on the water with one hand, one hand holding the ipad. It makes a mechanical sound, one that sounds kind of like a skype call with poor connection, before he activates his quirk.

An explosion fills the air. The fire alarm goes off because of the smoke and Katsuki drops the melted Ipad into the sink before he calmly rips the smoke alarm off the wall, explodes that too, and drops it in the sink as well.

He leans forward on his arms, palms on the edge of the sink as he hangs his head and focuses on his breathing.

After a few seconds of Kirishima standing awkwardly in the doorway, Katsuki says, "so. What did you get for takeout?"

His confession started off to a bad start but Katsuki hasn't said this much to him all week so maybe they're moving in the right direction!

"Ramen." He says, his cheeks dusted pink as he pads over to island and starts unloading the bags.

Teeth sinks into his lip. Fuck. He should apologize. Again.

"Katsuki, I didn't mean to--"

"Ramen's fine. Did you get drinks or should I grab us some water?"

Kirishima frowns. How are they supposed to talk if Katsuki is always interupting him? Even that night it all went down he hadn't been able to EXPLAIN HIMSELF.

Being gay was hard as fuck.

It wasn't far that Kirishima didn't have ONE first time to fuck up, but two. The first time he tops, and the first time he bottoms.

Man. What if he can't fix it all just by taking Katsuki's dick?

It doesn't look like Katsuki's going to talk anything out like a NORMAL RATIONAL HUMAN BEING.

They'll be stuck.

"I got melon waters." He mumbles, handing Katsuki his container of spicy ramen.

He goes to the couch, because it's their normal dinner spot, and almost immediately he realizes Katsuki plans to eat in the kitchen.

Right.

So Kirishima gathers his food in his arms and walks /back/ into the kitchen and slams it all on the table and throws himself into the chair closest to Bakugou.

"I want to bottom," he says through gritted teeth.

Katsuki lifts an eyebrow, mouth open with his chop sticks paused right in front of it.

He sighs, and drops his bite back into his bowl.

"Yeah. My parents got the memo, thanks."

Kirishima frowns. Okay. That's enough. This is a complete overreaction just because he didn't have a good first time.

News flash, Kirishima never said he was a God in bed. Lots of people have to practice before they get it right!

That's /normal/ for two people losing virginity.

"You're being an ass." Kirishima announces, because Bakugou usually appreciates honestly, even if it sets him off initially.

Katsuki's head snaps up. "ME?! You just told my MOM you wanted me to fuck you!"

"And your dad," Kiri adds, trying for humor.

It falls flat.

"And I'M the ass?!"

"Yes, Katsuki! You're being an ass! You haven't said shit to me since... you know when! I'm sorry you had a bad time, okay? I'm really really sorry. Let me make us equal. Let me bottom for you."

Katsuki fingers tighten on his chopsticks and he growls at Kirishima like a feral dog. "My fucking gods. Is that it? If I fuck you will you leave me the fuck alone?!"

That... that doesn't sound... that's not....

Alone...? Katsuki wants to he left alone?

"Like... break up forreal?" Kirishima says hoarsely, his breath sawing out of his lungs.

Break up? Break up with Katsuki?

Katsuki scrubs a hand diwn his face and pushes away his still full bowl. "I don't see why we keep pretending." He says flatly.

Pretending?

"I'm not--" Kirishima's voice breaks and he has to clear his throat to start again. "What are we pretending?"

"That we're in some loving relationship? That this was ever anything more than sex?"

Kirishima doesn't understand.

How can their relationship be all sex if they had a two year relationship before they ever even made love?

And it's not like they'd been fucking insistently since then.

It was ONCE.

And BARELY ONCE.

"What did I do that was so wrong?" He asks instead, his hands swipping at his eyes.

He never wants to have sex again. Never ever.

For a moment, Katsuki indifferent facade falls. His face is way too vulnerable and filled with insecurity and pain. He reaches forward, his hand on Kirishima's forearm as the redhead struggles to not choke on his sobs.

"...eiji..."

"What?" He hiccups, rubbing his nose into his sleeve. "You suddenly feel bad about breaking my heart?"

Katsuki's eyes are huge. "B-breaking your heart? Eiji, I-- I'm not trying to do that. I.. hold on."

Katsuki sighs, scooting his chair closer to Kirishima so that he's in between the male's legs.

He tips Kirishima's chin with gentle fingers so they're gazes met.

"You called me a slut." He says.

Kirishima inahles shakily. "N-no. I called you an *ass*."

Katsuki grins, despite himself. He leans forward and tucks a lock of haor behind Eijirou's ear. "You did. You called me a slut. And a whore, I'm pretty sure."

Kirishima shakes his head. He would never! Calling someone a name for their sexual experience wasn't manly! Plus, Bakugou had been a virgin! He wouldn't have--

Kirishima freezes.

//Fuck yes, take my cock, you bitch!//

//Do you deserve it, you slut?//

Oh... oh gods.

Kirishima turns brighter than his hair.

His entire face flushes and he's drenched head to toe in sweat.

Oh GODS.

He....

He said...

oh gODS.

"Katsuki, oh my god. Katsuki." Kirishima's arms band around Bakugou's chest and drags him into his lap. His boyfriend squeaks, unprepared, but doesn't fight it as Kirishima tries to absorb him into his skin. "I swear on my life I had no idea. And I didn't mean to."

"Ha? How can you have no idea you said all that shit? You had quite the fucking mouth, Eijirou. Seemed pretty confident in your degradation of me."

Kirishima's gonna die here.

He's going to die of embarassment and they're going to have to write it on his tombstone.

"Iwatchalotofporn." He blurts out quickly.

"WHAT?" Katsuki shouts, his lips tipping up in a grin. "Fuckin' what?? What does that have to do with this?"

"I-i don't know! I just! I... they all do it! in the pornos, you know!" He adds hurriedly.

"Good gods, Eiji, don't say /pornos/. It's called /porn/."

"Yeah! In porn! I didn't even know I was doing it! I just... I don't know! I guess it was.. In my brain!"

Katsuki busts out laughing. He doesn't get to hear the sound often and even though he's still ready to die of embarassment, a weight lifts off his shoulders.

"So..." Katsuki draws with a smile. "Guess you weren't just playing at being in love with me just to get in my pants?"

Kirishima shocked, "NO!" is very geninue.

"And you haven't seduced guys before?"

"Seduced? Gods, Katsuki I couldn't even get my dick in without help."

"And holy fuck, Kat, but what person would wait TWO YEARS, before making a move? And why would I sign a lease with you? And work with you? And share a bed with you when you kick all night and--"

"Alright, Eiji, damn. I got it. I'm a catch." Katsuki says with a chuckle.