Kiribaku Oneshots

Daydreaming

Some of y'all wanted a part two to "Sweet Dreams." I've kinda had this in the back of my head for awhile so I might as well get it out.
CW: They switching in this one, FeyKiri, DomBaku;SubKiri, sexy time outside in the woods plus more inside, Baku thinks he's going crazy/dreaming lol, mention of doctors/dermatologist, spit for lube, kinda rough prep, a bit of degradation and praise, hypersensitivity, dacryphilia, almost mating press position, looooooots of dirty talk, mirror sex, 69, deepthroat, kinda messy plot progression?

He's lost his mind. That's the only reasonable explanation for this, right? Yeah. He's gone crazy. Totally and completely bonkers. Maybe isolation from the city was a bad thing after all. He's noticed little things around his house. They just seem...unnaturally better, for some reason. He'll lose some small things, or small things will be returned to him. His food will keep longer than it usually should. And then there are those freckles. He's usually so incredibly diligent about his sun protection, and he's never really gotten freckles until a little while after he moved out here. He thought they were some weird skin growth or some shit, but multiple visits to a dermatologist and multiple tests had confirmed that they were just...freckles. They all popped up on his cheeks, nose, and forehead, and there always seemed to be a new one every morning. Everyone tells him it's probably just the sun, but he was skeptical. Especially after that one night with that one wet dream. Every dirty thought has been that dream. He can't pinpoint who it was, and he can just barely remember his voice, but he can still remember how it felt in the dream. Best fucking ass he's ever had...but he didn't really think he was going nuts until he was being led by this strange new trail into a deeper part of the woods while collecting firewood. Now he knew he was going crazy. Either that, or he was dreaming. The trail seemed like something out of a fairytale. Little cobblestones and colorful mushrooms that had seemingly popped up overnight led him deeper into the forest, to an equally whimsical clearing. Everything seemed to shimmer and glow. From the multitudes of wildflowers adorning the edge of the circle of trees, to the-...to the little picnic of fruit set out on grass-woven cloth and in carved wooden bowls... He was definitely dreaming.

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Hidden in the safety of a knothole in a nearby tree, Kirishima paces and hypes himself up with deep breaths as he watches the blonde enter the clearing. He'd spent weeks preparing this. He was finally going to do it! He was finally going to talk to him! He was nervous, but he had to do this! He takes one last breath before fluttering out of his hiding place as fast as he can before he can change his mind...and yelping when he collides with his face.
"Agh! Shit- what the-" the blonde's words get caught in his throat when he looks to see what the hell just smacked into his face...and sees a pint-sized redhead with sparkly wings struggling to correct himself in midair. If his jaw hadn't hit the floor before, it does when crimson meet teeny tiny rubies. Kirishima blushes. This is not how he wanted this to go. He quickly and frantically tries to explain himself and apologize for flying into his face...but Bakugou just stands there blinking, mouth agape as he stares at the pint-sized redhead that's just...squeaking at him. 'Oh yeah,' Kirishima thinks, remembering how this size isn't quite optimal for conversation. He flutters away and with a wave of his hand, he's suddenly almost matching the blonde in height. His wings have vanished, but there's still a sort of magical aura around him. He looks up at the blonde, sheepish.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to fly into your face, I just-" he takes a deep breath before stepping forward and offering his hand. "I'm Eijiro Kirishima...I can explain, i-if you wanna have a seat." He gestures to the picnic setup. There's quiet...then Bakugou sits, and Kirishima explains...and something seems oddly familiar about the redhead.

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"So let me get this straight. You're a fuckin' fairy," Bakugou says, repeating what he gathered from the man's explanation.
"Well, technically a fae, but they're similar-"
"Whatever. You're a fairy. You've been fucking stalking me and stealing things I wouldn't miss,
and-" he points to his freckles. "-Giving me kisses while I sleep. Did I get that right, red?" the blonde asks.
"I-..." Kirishima stops himself, in sudden realization. When he puts it that way, it's not really the most manly way of showing someone love. "Yeah...I'm sorry. I should've just gone up to you and introduced myself from the beginning! Agh I'm such an-...are you...laughing?" In fact, the blond was laughing, and when he finally stopped laughing, there was a particular smile on his face. One that said "I can't believe this" in so many ways.
"It finally happened," he says, staring up at the canopy of leaves and cloud speckled sky.
"...what happened?"
"I've gone positively fucking bonkers," the blonde explains, turning to look at him. "This is all some weird ass fever dream, right? A drug trip? Heck, maybe I'm actually in a fucking coma and I'm just dreaming about how apparently I've met my dream guy-" he gestures to the redhead's entirety. "-in a forest and he's actually a fairy who's been stalking me for the past few months! Doesn't that sound insane?!" A furious blush accompanies the redhead's look of shock.
"I-I...your 'dream guy?' Am I really...?"
"Of course you fuckin' are! You're fucking stacked, pretty as hell, could probably beat me in a fight," he rolls onto his side and plants a hand on the redhead's inner thigh, sending a burning blush to his cheeks. "And probably hung, truth be told.~"