Bakushima Oneshots

Assassin Bakugo

"5 billion dollars if you kill Kirishima Eijiro."

"That's a lot of money. What's so special about this guy compared to the others?" Bakugo asked.

"He has been trying to shut down all assassins. Take him down, you keep your job." Bakugo nodded.

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"How did it go?" Mina asked.

"They said they agree! They are going to put a stop to assassins from now on! We did it." Kirishima threw his fist into the air. "My dad will finally be avenged." Kirishima softly smiled.

"Well it's been a long day, we can celebrate tomorrow, for now, we should go to sleep." Mina smiled.

Kirishima nodded. "You have a great night Mina."

"You too." With that, they went their separate ways.

Kirishima stepped into his house with a smile, that smile was quickly ripped away however as a rag was shoved onto his nose and mouth, knocking him out.

Kirishima woke up with his hands tied behind his back, his shirt missing, tape over his mouth, and in a room, he doesn't recognize.

He sat on his knees. A man walked into the room holding a gun. His shirt was unbuttoned showing off his chest, his spiky hair covering his eyes leaving the giant smirk the only thing Kirishima could see.

Kirishima tried to squirm away but froze when the gun was pointed at him. This is exactly what happened to his father. Tears filled Kirishima's eyes.

He closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Instead of getting shot, arms wrapped around his neck. He opened his eyes to see a pair of blood-red eyes.

"I was supposed to assassinate you but, you looked too good to just kill. I'll just make you my personal pet." He licked up Kirishima's neck.

Kirishima whined and pulled away. The gun was held to his head once again. "You know, I could still kill you." The man growled.

Kirishima started shaking with a muffled 'please no'.

"But I'm feeling generous, even though you're trying to get rid of my job. But the question is why? Why go after assassins with a risk like this?" The assassin asked.

Kirishima glared at the assassin. His face moved to the side and a string is all he felt on his cheek. "Don't glare at me fucker."

Kirishima kept his head to the side and closed his eyes. He laid down, ignoring the assassin.

The assassin tried getting Kirishima's attention. He kicked him, put the gun to his head, he even said what his name was. That almost got Kirishima.

Bakugo, as the assassin claimed, was getting annoyed, then he got an idea. Kirishima was already shirtless so it will make his plan easier.

He pulled Kirishimas shoes off, no reaction, he pulled his pants down, a little bit of a reaction. But when Bakugos hand grabbed Kirishima's boxers, Kirishima pushed away.

He stared at Bakugo with wide eyes. Bakugo smirked. Bakugo leaned down crawling in between Kirishima's legs.

Kirishima started kicking his legs. Bakugo started mouthing at the outside of Kirishimas boxers. Kirishima tried to scream but it was muffled and Bakugo grabbed his neck.

"Don't try. It's just annoying, no one would even hear you." Kirishima nodded his head.

Bakugo started to suck on Kirishima's boxers, leaving a wet spot until Kirishima was fully hard.

Kirishima hated his body right now, how dare it betray him. Kirishima breathed in through his nose and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

Bakugo started to pull his boxers down, and Kirishima only tensed up. Bakugo threw the boxers somewhere in the room behind him and looked over Kirishima's body.