bakukiri oneshots

it's forbidden but idfc

nsfw warning; teasing, praising, mild begging, sexual tension, anal, degrading, semi-public scenes, dirty talk, fingering, pining, shameless flirting
slight angst
v!bakugou x h!kirishima
all aged-up characters // 25-26

Red eyes meet another pair of red. However, in a flash, they disconnect as the villain disappears.

"He's kind of cute—"

A feminine voice behind him responded, incredulously, "You barely even saw him, he was gone so quickly!"

"So?"

A pink hand lands on his shoulder, making them look at each other. "He's a villain, Red Riot."

The hero bit his lip, looking away. "But he's /cute/."

The pink-skinned female rolled her eyes and walked away. "Being gay is like breathing for you, isn't it?"

It didn't matter though. Nothing would happen. At least, that's what she thought.

Eyelids fluttered open, red eyes slowly adjusting to the pitch blackness that surrounded him. There's a shuffle next to the redheaded hero, making his head snap over towards that direction, hearing a soft, honey-like, but stern voice speak up,

"Kirishima? You up?" Ah, the electric blonde; Chargebolt; his best friend, Denki Kaminari.

"Yeah," he felt himself whisper back, eyes still trying to adjust to the dark as he looked around some more, trying to remember what happened exactly. He shifted, noticing his hands were tied behind his back, quite tightly, as well as his ankles.

"Do you remember what happened?" The yellow-haired male said, now whispering.

The redhead tried breaking free of his restraints, but he couldn't. One, they were made out of an unfamiliar material. And two, his body was drained. He was so physically drained that he felt that even if he could manage to activate his quirk, even if he could manage to break through his restraints, he wouldn't be able to get up and do the next step after that, which is another thing. He didn't know where he was. He wouldn't know what to do after freeing himself. It was dark and he had no idea where he was; if it was a room or even a cave. Let's say he finds a door. Let's say he breaks free and he goes through it. For all he knows, there could be a group of villains just waiting to ambush him right then and there.

He had to be smart about this.

The shark-toothed male sucked in a breath. "We were—"

He made a small clicking sound with his tongue, flicking it out and running it along his bottom lip; a nervous habit of his.

"We were fighting a- a villain?" He continued, huffing as he tried to rack his brain, mind still hazy. "I don't exactly remember but I know we were fighting a villain in a building. The villain's quirk, I think maybe had to do with explosions, because right before the building collapsed, I heard a blast. It fell on you, so, naturally, I got worried and ran over. Then that's when they got the drop on us."

He huffed. Explosion quirk? Powerful enough to take a building down? Smart enough to exploit weaknesses perfectly? Not to mention using the environment? Dynamite. Fits him perfectly, which was honestly terrifying.

He had only met him once before, and he was cute then, but he honestly couldn't even remember what he looked like, even though it's only been a week. All he remembered was blood-red eyes meeting his and even that was blurry. Besides, his friend was right. Dynamite's a villain, one of the worst of the lot, too. Whether he was cute or not.

"Okay," he heard his friend say. "I already knew what happened. Just wanted to make sure you did, too; to make sure it was you, y'know?"

"Ah, yeah, man, I understand."