Bakubottom oneshots (almost all smut anyway)

Jealous.

I look pretty good for a dead bitch ✋🏽👁🤚🏽

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And thank you for all the reads while I was gone ☺️

Kiribaku - smut

Anonymous - Ao3 (Archiveofourown.org)

Kirishima never really was the type to get jealous. Quite the contrary, it seemed like whatever Bakugou threw at him, it never fucking worked. His boyfriend was too damn good of a person, and it was pissing him off. Bakugou was quite the opposite. Snapping at anyone who even dared to lay their eyes on him. Bakugou was really, really jealous, and got really worked up when he did.

Bakugou wasn't an unattractive individual. And so it happens, Bakugou found himself getting hit on a lot more often when the two were out on dates. Which was perfectly normal, but Bakugou got so damn sick of turning down chick after chick, and they just could not seem to fucking get the hint. It was bad when he was alone, but then they stopped giving a fuck when he was on dates, too. Bakugou noticed how pissed Kirishima got, how he seemed snappier when he told them off, his hold around Bakugou's waist seemed to get tighter, more possessive.

That was new.

It was never enough to get Kirishima too jealous, but it was a start. A start that Bakugou definitely wanted to see more of. There was something intriguing and arousing about the redhead getting all intense and riled up--like how it turned on Bakugou intently whenever Kirishima put his all into a fight. He seemed to switch personalities, from this sweet, lovable dork, to this rowdy, hardcore beast. It was rare that Bakugou saw anything that resembled his own desire for fight, but when Kirishima got intense, there was no stopping him. It was brilliant. It was hot as fuck. Hell, you'd have to be mad not to get turned on by that.

God, Bakugou wanted to see that again. He wanted to see that again so bad.

Maybe this was a bad choice, but he couldn't find it in himself to care, not even one fucking bit.

They were sitting at a private booth at a popular café, out on a date, as usual. Kirishima's making the same mindless conversation, and Bakugou's nodding, taking sips out of his smoothie. He knows he looks good today. He's dressed up like fuck, and clearly, the other people in the café seem to like it, and especially Kirishima. It's good. But not good enough. Bakugou looks at the stall behind him out of the corner of his eye, and sees two teenage girls, around his age. He can clearly hear them giggling and whispering about him like dumbasses, sprouting words like hot and sexy and I hope he's single. Kirishima clearly notices, too, and his expression hardens, before he clears his throat and goes back to the conversation.

Bakugou cocks an eyebrow. He won't have to wait long, after all.

Sure enough, one of the waiters is clearly a friend of the bimbo bitches, and all three of them start not-so-subtly talking about him. It doesn't take long at all for the waitress to come running over, her stupid damn heels clopping. She stands in front of them, making disgusting eye contact with Bakugou, giggling like an idiot and pushing out her chest slightly, her brown hair falling over her ugly-ass uniform. She eyes Bakugou up and down, fully, holding the stare for too long to seem natural at all. Bakugou sees Kirishima's fist tighten in the corner of his eye, and he smirks, then turns to the bitch.

"Oi, what do you want? Want to take our order?" Bakugou asked, trying to loose his bite. But apparently chicks digged the bad boy type. Ugh. Straights are so weird. The chick pushed her hair off her shoulder and brought out a tiny notepad, smiling. "Oh, well of course! Although, I couldn't help but notice you from across the store, handsome." The chick giggles again, and Bakugou's inner, raging homosexual gags, but he keeps up the act.