bakukiri oneshots

💫💘Late Night Loving💘💫

//NSFW WARNING//
Masochism, Teasing, D i r t y talk
Fluff
Mild angst

The redhead's eyes fly open, sweating and panting, and shoots up from the bed he shares with his beloved. He instantly snaps his head right and sees a peaceful, sleeping blonde facing him, snoring softly, almost inaudibly. He immediately starts crying silently, not wanting to wake the blonde up.

He had had a nightmare where he lost Bakugou again, then it switched to his friends telling him how Bakugou didn't want him, he didn't love him, when was the last time he even said so? The redhead couldn't remember. 

Then, the blonde showed, as if out of nowhere, (which might've been the case, seeing how it's a dream), and told him how worthless he was and said it was over. How the redhead should've killed himself a long time ago so he was going to do it himself. He started up an explosion, aimed it towards the redhead, Kirishima, simply shocked and scared, didn't even move. If he was going to be killed by someone, he'd want it to be by the love of his life. Just as Bakugou was about to set it off, he muttered, "I fucking hate you." And then the redhead woke up before he got exploded into smithereens. 

And now here he was, crying like a little bitch. He knew Bakugou loved him right? But then... Why hasn't he said so? When was the last time he did? When was the last time they even kissed? Or.. or did 'it'? 

He sobbed harder, letting a small cry slip through his lips as he curls in on himself, knees to his chest, head in between, arms around him.

Little did Kirishima know, Bakugou stirred, suddenly having this gut feeling as if something was wrong. Really wrong. His eyes fluttered open sleepily as they immediately latched on to the sobbing redhead sitting up. 

Gradually, his other senses started to flood and settle in, hearing his silent sobs, feeling the bed slightly move from him rocking back and forth, and the cold, seeping in from how lonely he knew the other most likely felt.

The blonde slowly got up, Kirishima not noticing, rubbing his eyes with his hand with an inaudible yawn. "Baby? Wha's wrong..?" He asked sleepily. 

The redhead jumped, gasping, and turned around, lifting his head from his knees. "Shit- I'm okay-" He said, hurriedly and harshly wiping his wet cheeks and eyes. 

"Mm, you're obviously not." Bakugou replied, reaching out for his arm, only to have him flinch and squirm away. The other widens his eyes and slowly retracts his hand, hurt. He liked seeing him squirm but not like that. "Baby? What's wrong?" He tried to get into his field of vision, only to have the redhead shift and move away.

"Nothing." He replied back, tears threatening to leak out. The blonde scoffed.

"That's some fucking bullshit Eijirou. Tell. Me." He replied sternly, grabbing the redhead's forearm. 

The redhead avoided eye contact, pouting, and pulled out of his grasp. 

The blonde growled in response and gripped both of his wrist, pinning him down to the bed and straddling his hips, sitting on top of him as he squirmed and tried to free himself. 

"Stop- fucking- moving dammit!" 

Kirishima stops struggling against him and they finally lock eyes, only for the blonde to find despair and fear in his eyes, causing his breath to hitch. 

"Do you- I-.. A-Are you afraid of me, Kirishima?" The redhead quickly looked away, not knowing how to answer that. "Oh. I..." His grip loosened on the other but he made no attempt to move off of him. "The one person I thought would never be afraid of me.. is."