bakukiri oneshots

🌹 Bloody Roses Part 2 🌹

maybe lime.
like suggestive themes / languages and whatnot
fluff
soft bakugou :)

Eijiro watched the blonde get the tub ready, so, to save him from embarrassment of the blonde asking him to, he started to undress himself, hesitating when he got down to his boxers. When the other was done, he stood up and turned, noticing the redhead's nervousness, and gave a small, genuine smile.

"You sure you want me to help?" He asked with a head tilt, walking over to the other and cupping his cheek.

Rose-colored irises locked onto carmine orbs as the owner of them nodded. "Yeah, just nervous, I guess."

"I can turn around and you can get in the tub first?" Katsuki offered, cocking an eyebrow upwards.

Eijiro smiled and nodded, making the blonde hum, retract his hand, turn around, and wait for the okay. The redhead smiled, happy he was being so thoughtful and patient. With a tad bit of anxiety, he began to strip himself of his boxers before walking over to the bubble and water-filled tub. He settled into it slowly, enjoying the warmth from the water spread throughout his body, noticing how the bubbles pretty much covered him up.

He realized Katsuki was still turned around and quickly said he was good to go, making him turn around. Blood red eyes landed on him, making him look away shyly and earning a chuckle from the blonde before he began to walk over to where the redhead was and crouched down behind him.

"You trust me, sweet thing?" The blonde asked with a soft, tender voice, placing his hands on the other's shoulders.

The Libra pouted a slight bit and turned to him, "of course."

He chuckled, "good. Tell me if you're ever uncomfortable."

Once Eijiro nodded, Katsuki turned his head and slowly leaned it back until his hair was dipping back into the water completely. He relaxed his head, letting the blonde take care of him.

The blonde stared with rolling his red strands back and away from his face, soaking his hair entirely. Once done, he grabbed his shampoo, pouring a generous amount into his hands, then setting the bottle back down. He rubbed it onto his other hand before combing through scarlet locks, spreading the soap, and began.

While the redhead was in total bliss. Usual rough, careless hands were now gentle and soothing as they massaged his scalp, lifting the back of his head to scratch gently there when needed. After he rinsed out the shampoo, he repeated but with the conditioner, only further relaxing Eijiro. 

Then he rinsed it all out, raking his hands through scarlet, silky strands, watching the redhead's lips part softly and his face relax. The blonde smiles, happy he could get Kirishima so utterly eased.

To give the smaller male a warning, he leans into his ear and whispers, "I'm going to start washing your body. Is that okay?"

Without hesitation, he replies softly with a sweet smile stretched on his lips, eyes opening halfway, "yeah, that's okay."

"Okay," he whispers back, entranced by the redhead's beauty as his carmine eyes flicker all over his face. He clears his throat, looking away for a moment before gazing back at him. "Wash your own face first though."

Kirishima nods, dipping his face into the water before grabbing the soap. Bakugou watches him lather it and softly massage his face with it before washing it all off. When he's done, he looks towards the blonde with an expectant look. The blonde chuckles and reaches for the soap himself.

It's when the blonde is cleaning down his chest, hands lowering bit by bit, when his cheek brushes against the redhead's, that the younger realizes just how close they are. Especially when Bakugou rests his head against his slightly as his hands run up and down Kirishima's arms.

With a shy look, he slowly turns his head, ruby eyes locking onto crimson ones. They continue to stare into each other's eyes, the strawberry boy slowly turning red the longer they did so.

Until he finally spoke up in a soft voice, "hey."

Bakugou's eyes flickered downwards before he emptied the space between them and connected their lips, pulled away and whispered back, "hey."

Right after, they both lean in, lips pressed together gently. Slowly, they start moving against one another, molding and shaping. Soft hums and sighs exchanging between the two as they kissed; Bakugou's hands on the redhead's arms and Kirishima's hand on his chin, directing him in the kiss.

When the blonde tried pulling away, a dust of pink covering his cheeks and the tip of his ears, the redhead whined softly and pulled him back in. He blushed deeper when he felt the other chuckle against his lips, but hummed in content when he felt his tongue slip past his parted lips. His fingers thread through ash-blonde locks and their kiss take a heated direction.

Bakugou's hand slipped down to his thighs, traveling to his inner and rubbing small circles with his thumb, before he pulled away and muttered against his lips, "I think you can take care of the rest."

Before Kirishima could even process what he said and verbally protest, the blonde slips from his grasp, dries his hand, and with a blown kiss, walks out the door. The younger, clearly dazed, takes a moment, blinking slowly as he realizes he's left alone. With his cock at half mass just from kissing. 

He blushes furiously, the only reason why he wasn't dying of embarrassment is that Bakugou hadn't noticed due to the bubbles being so conveniently placed. Once he had it taken care of, he dressed in the clothes Bakugou let him borrow after drying himself off, then went into the bedroom to talk about their relationship.

The conversation ended well. So well that they had to take another shower.

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