Kiribaku oneshots

🐕Dog Coo😘

Genre- fluff
Length- short

Third POV-

Bakugou slows into his bedroom, his husband reading a book as he waited for him to come home when he woke up. Bakugou was stressed out, he was tired. He hated having to do late night patrol. Because while the rest of the world is asleep, he's up and walking around a specific part of town looking for villains, just for nothing to happen! It pissed him off too that nothing had happened. No fight. No villains at all. Nothing. He basically had spent eight hours, and continued forward to now, of his time for nothing to happen. Like being a child at an adults party.

Bakugou walked in, his posture bent, in some a t-shirt and jeans that he changed from in his agency locker room, just looking awful. He flopped down onto the bed next to Kirishima and groaned.

"You're in a good mood," Kirishima mumbled, practically being able to hear the smirk that pulls at his lips. Bakugou just groaned louder making his husband chuckle.

Kirishima put his Crimson Riot bookmark in between the book pages before closing it, placing it on the closest night stand, and turning towards his tired and pissed off husband, placing a hand on his arm and slid it across his arm in a small amount of comfort.

"C'mon, I know what'll make you feel better," Kirishima lifted up Bakugou and rolled them both over to have the blond laying his head on his chest, looking towards the side of the room he previously just walk in through. Kirishima played with his hair, grabbing a strand gently and pulling it backwards for the hair to slide out from between his fingers.

"Who's a good husband?" Kirishima always liked to ask Bakugou these kind of questions. Like how you would ask a dog about them being a good boy.

"I am," Bakugou grunted.

"Who's a good hero?" Kirishima continued to coo. Now just placing his hand on the side of Bakugou's head and kissing the blond hair.

"I fucking am," Bakugou grumbled. He absolutely loved these moments. Not to the point to get stressed on purpose, but when he does, he expects to hear his husband's calm heart beat, these cooing questions, and all his love in general.

"Who's the love of my life?" Kirishima moved his hands around the blond's upper back and squeezing him. Kirishima's heartbeat had picked up, just by asking who the love of his life was. It had always like when he did this.

"I am," Bakugou smiled and hugged Kirishima back, returning the embrace after he found the energy to. His own heartbeat picking up.

"Yes you are!" Kirishima kissed Bakugou again, and again and again. Bakugou, even though he never really gave of that kind of vibe, always loved to recieve attention and affection. Especially from his husband. "Yes you are!" He repeated.

"Who loves their husband?" Bakugou loves this question. Because of the response after his response.

"We do," Bakugou mumbled, looking up at his husband.

"Yes I do love you!" Kirishima lifted Bakugou's head so that they were facing each other and began kissing all over his face. "I do love you!".

"I love you too," Bakugou told him once his face was done being covered in Kirishima's kisses. Kirishima smiles and Bakugou pulls a smile again. Relaxed and his stress now gone.