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Just suggested smut oof

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I didn't ask to be born like this.

But of course, whatever being above us had to screw me over. Fucking asshole.

So god or whatever, decided to make me a guy. But like, with a pussy. Don't get it twisted! I'm not trans, I was naturally born with pecs. But I have a fucking females reproductive system.

It sucks ass.

My mom and dad are supportive enough. I guess. There's at least one kid my age that isn't scared of me, Kirishima. Also known as my boyfriend.

I would never say it aloud, but I'm scared. I know Kirishima is gay, like, so gay that he pukes rainbows, and he doesn't know about me. About... this.

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"Hey Bakugou!"

I jumped and spun around, immediately met with the brightest smile on Earth.

"Yeah?"

"Spar with me after this next class! It'll be fun, and I do need to practice a bit more.."

"Sure, whatever."

"Thanks babe! Love ya!"

Kirishima quickly bent down to kiss my cheek, then ran off with a wave and a huge grin. I smiled slightly then sighed, regaining my bad posture and scowl before trudging off to class.

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I was quickly changing into my gym uniform when the door slammed open. I flinched, then looked back at my ray of sunshine. He smiled wide and dropped his bag, then opened his locker and did the same.

I was trying not to stare at him, and succeeded for once, then waited for him in the vacant training room.

He walked in without a shirt and I felt my face heat up, though I've seen his chest plenty of times, it's just fucking hot. We stretched and warmed up our quirks a bit, then began circling each other.

Of course, Kirishima ran forward first, almost grabbing hold of me, but I blasted myself into the air, flipping over him. He quickly spun around, a small smirk playing on my lips at his determined look, then rushed forward again.

Instead of dodging, I set off an explosion his way, making him stumble, then jumped up into the smoke so he couldn't see me. I suddenly felt a grip on my ankle and my back quickly went down to meet the floor. I grunted, then tried to escape Kirishima's hold.

I failed and rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at him and wriggling a bit.

"Giving up?" He teased with a smirk.

"Oh shuddup. Can you just get off me?"

He seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head and laid down more. I groaned under the weight, trying to push him off, but eventually gave up and sighed. He smiled goofily, sniggering and setting my heart aflame.

Apparently my fucking pussy felt the same. How great.

My eyes trailed down his chest, almost glistening with sweat, and I bit my lip. I could feel my slight arousal and I didn't like it, not at all.

I whimpered and pushed him off with more force, muttering "bathroom" as an excuse as I walked away.

I slammed the bathroom door open and locked it, storming into a stall quickly. I ran my fingers through my ash-blond hair and let out a few breaths, trying to forcefully calm myself down.

I didn't know I was crying until the tears hit my arms. I cursed silently, wiping my eyes of the small droplets and leaning against the stall door.

I realized Kirishima might be worried, so I collected myself and jogged back to the training room. He was stretching, and when I walked in, his head snapped up. He cocked his head.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. 'M fine. Let's continue."

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"You're such a fuckin' cheat."

"Hey, I won fair and square, Blasty~"

I grumbled and glared at him, pinned down, again. I am not on my game today.

He seemed to notice that, and I seemed to notice the position we were in.

"What's up, Bakugou? You always beat me in these things. And your face is really red. Are you sick?"

I rolled my eyes and tried not to look at him, not wanting to get wet, which, trust me, has been a problem before.

"Babe?"

"I'm fine. Please get off. My waist is fragile and you're heavy as hell."

He quickly apologized and rolled off me, helping me up and offering a sweet smile. I scowled, but it had no meaning as I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek and pulled him back to the changing rooms.

We quickly changed back into the school uniforms, then headed back to our dorms.

"Hey Bakugou?"

"Yeah Hair for Brains?"

"Can I.. can I hang out in your dorm for a bit? I'm lonely and I just want to spend time with you.."

He gave me a shy half-smile and rubbed his arm awkwardly. I sniggered, then gestured for him to follow me. He jumped happily and rushed into my room, flopping on my couch.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door, pulling out my phone and tossing my backpack on the desk. I laid across my bed, scrolling through Instagram because I'm a basic bitch, when there was a dip.

"Whatcha looking at?"

"Instagram. Why?"

"Lemme see!"

I rolled my eyes and showed him the meme I stumbled across.

Kirishima laughed.

"I love that series!"

"It's hilarious."

He gave me a toothy grin and I smirked, looking back at my phone. It was pretty quiet for a while, which I appreciated, but Kirishima can't go 20 seconds without talking.

"What's wrong, red?" I muttered lazily.

"H-Huh? Uh, nothing! Why?"

I put my phone down and looked over at him.

"You hesitated. Now I know something's up. What's wrong?"

He bit his lip and hesitated, then said something that almost made me kill myself.

"Bakugou... why... why didn't you tell me..?"

My eyes widened and my heart picked up pace.

"Wha-What do you mean? I tell you everything.."

Kirishima's cheeks puffed a light pink and he looked away.

"Are you trans?"

"What? No! Nonono, why would you think that?"

"I dunno.. rumors.."

I scowled.

"Spread by who?"

"I don't know! I just heard from Kaminari!"

"That little Pikachu bitch is gonna get his fucking dick blown off I swear to fuck-"

"Woah! Chill, why are you taking it personal?"

"I'm not," I muttered, crossing my arms and looking away.

"You know, I'd still love you if you were trans, right?"

"I'm not trans, Kirishima! It's more complicated than th-"

I froze.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I made a mistake.

"What... what do you mean, 'it's more complicated'?"

"I- uh.."

I felt my eyes build with tears as my face turned red. I just let out my biggest fucking secret to my boyfriend that is gayer than a rainbow itself.

I wiped my eyes quickly, sniffling and trying not to fucking cry because I'm not a sensitive bitch.

Kirishima cupped my cheek and turned my head to face him, his ruby red eyes piercing into mine with worry. He searched my face as I diverted my eyesight.

"You can tell me, Bakugou. I won't judge you.."

"I..."

I huffed, looking back up at Kirishima, tears finally escaping my eyes.

"I don't know how..."

"How.. what?"

"How to explain.."

"Babe, just tell me. Be blunt."

I hesitated.

"I'm not normal."

"Well no shit, babe. Explain more."

"I.. I guess.. I was, like, supposed to be a girl? But like, genetics and that shit fucked me up and now I'm like that half an half bastard, just gender-wise."

"Wait.. so... you don't have boobs?"

"No. I have completely male genes except for my reproductive shit. It's confusing."

His eyebrows furrowed as he processed, then he nodded slowly.

"Oookkkaayyyy. That makes sense."

"So?"

"So..? What?"

"Aren't you gonna dump me or something? I'm a chick and you're probably gayer than Ellen herself."

"Impossible. She is our lord. Either way, I wouldn't break up with you because you don't have a dick. I don't care about that, and I loved you before I learned about this."

"Fucking good because you turned me on back in the training room and I can't fucking deal with this shit."

Why has god forsaken me like this fucking dAMNIT.

Kirishima just sniggered and pulled me into his lap, startling me a bit. He rested his hands on the gentle curve of my waist and pressed his lips to mine.

I blinked, then closed my eyes and held his face as the kiss got more and more heated. Quiet pants and moans were escaping me, and I was embarrassed as hell, honestly.

We parted slowly, panting for breath and scanning each other's flushed faces. He smirked.

"That was hot~"

I felt my face get warm and I looked away, and he shifted me a bit in his lap. I felt his erection against my ass and I squeaked.

What the fuck was that Bakugou?! You don't squeak- what the fuck?!

Kirishima seemed to notice my embarrassment, so he caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead.

"It's okay babe. Not everyone can make the most manly sounds in bed."

"Th-That's not- whatever."

Kirishima's smile could brighten up the room. God, I love him.

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Holy shit, I lived for another six years without killing myself. How great.

Kirishima and I are 22 now, and we've been together since high school. This has gotta be a record on both levels.

We're a team, pro heroes. We work together perfectly, and our quirks are compatible. Luckily, no one knows about, well, me, but it's still great.

Oh yeah, Kirishima is my husband now.

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"Babe!"

"Yeah, Red?"

"C'mereeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

I sighed and put the kitchen knife onto the cutting board, wiping my hands and walking into the living room. I looked up and was met with roses straight to the chest.

"Wha-?"

"Happy anniversary, love."

I groaned and massaged my temple, completely forgetting that it was our 2 year mark.

"Babe, I'm so sorry, I forgot.."

"It's okay! The only gift I need is you, hon."

I smiled shyly and hugged my husband tightly, placing a kiss on his cheek and filling a vase for the flowers.

"You give the most explosive guy you know flowers? Really babe?" I said with a snigger.

"Well, yeah, they're orange and yellow and they reminded me of you. So I got them."

I smiled.

"Thanks."

Kirishima nodded and walked over, holding me by my waist as he hugged me.

"Wait a second," he muttered, pulling away and looking down. I followed his eyes down to my hips and flushed. "-how have I never noticed how small you waist is?"

"Eijirou, you've fucked me plenty of times. I don't know how you didn't notice."

"Well shoot, I wasn't paying attention to that! I was trying to focus on you and not breaking the condom!"

I snorted out a loud laugh, burying my remaining giggles in his chest.

"You're such an idiot, I love you."

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*whips* yEET

You're welcome babe

tHIS WAS FUN AS SHIT TO WRITE FYI