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73(one shot)

The sound of a door clicking as it opened and shut made Kirishima smile. He knew who that could be, and it was his one and only Bakugo Katsuki who had came back from work. Today, the redhead was on break; it was because he was sick for a few days. But already, he felt amazing. And he knew how lonely the blond must've been without his coping mechanism.

"Katsuki, you're home!-" Kirishima turned around to take a good look at the blond, but his smile quickly vanished as he looked at Bakugo's tired, bruised, and bleeding face. His face was full of pain and sorrow; he knew that he wasn't just injured. "What happened?"

Bakugo didn't reply, and instead kept his head down. A silence was suffocating between them; and so Kirishima slowly turned off the stove so that he didn't cause another fire this month and made his way to his husband. He was shivering as if he was cold, or as if he was preventing himself from crying. He decided he went with the second option, because it was at least 70 degrees outside.

"Oh Katsuki..." Kirishima whispered, pulling in the blond for a hug. Usually, when Bakugo was more upbeat, he'd scowl and push him away. But Bakugo kept himself in the redhead's embrace. He could feel the blond sigh on his shoulder, and after a few seconds, he could feel drops fall onto his shoulder, wetting his sleeves. Bakugo was crying. Bakugo never cried. Not even when he came back home with two broken legs, or even when he was close to almost getting killed- But that was a story for another time.

"It hurts... Ei," Bakugo cried softly, and Kirishima patted his back comfortingly. "He said..."

"What did he say?" Kirishima could feel Bakugo tensing in his touch. "You don't have to tell me now. What do you need?"

He knew exactly what the blond needed.

"Come on, Kats. I need you to tell me, please? For me, baby?" Kirishima pulled him slightly away to meet his teary, crimson eyes. Bakugo nodded.

"I want... I need you to fuck me? Please?" Bakugo asked, and Kirishima smiled.

"How could I refuse when you've asked me so nicely?"

"In," Bakugo simply said. Usually, Kirishima would tease him. Bakugo would always demand his requests and Kirishima never liked his behavior. But he could see him desperate; more desperate when he left him tied up in their bedroom for 3 hours straight. Bakugo needed him, and this time, he was going to give it to him straight. He knew that the blond wouldn't get a proper sleep without getting what he wanted.

"Okay, baby," Kirishima slid in slowly, lube coating his dick as it pushed in. Bakugo's eyes twitched as it filled him up quick and properly. He could finally breathe again, knowing that Kirishima was with him. "Can I move?"

"Move," Bakugo said, a bit of plead in his voice. Kirishima smiled as he started to start his in-and-out motion, and Bakugo let out a soft moan. "Ei..."

Kirishima hummed in response, as his movement quickened.

"He said... He said I wasn't worthy enough to be a hero..." Bakugo sighed. "And said that I would be better off a villain, or dead."

His words rang in his ears as he stopped, eyes widening. What?

No, he couldn't let his anger take control of him. He would make sure Bakugo fell asleep before dealing with the villain.

"What's his name?" He asked casually. Bakugo didn't seemed to be much conscious, as he didn't yell or cry. He was definitely worn out; and Kirishima felt relieved that he would fall asleep in his arms.

"...Crystallo," Bakugo mumbled. "Quirk is 'crystals'."

"I see." Kirishima reached out his hand to grab gently at the blond's raised cock, and Bakugo cried out in pleasure. He was close, and so was the redhead. He needed to end this quickly.

So he pushed almost all the way out, only the tip entered inside of his hole, then thrusted deep, as far as he could go, and when Bakugo gasped, Kirishima pulled out as they both reached their climax.

Bakugo panted as Kirishima left the bed briefly to grab a towel to wipe him off.

"Shh, baby, I'll wipe you off. Just go to sleep, I'll be next to you."

Bakugo nodded weakly as he rested his head against his pillow as Kirishima slowly traced circles with the towel on his stomach, where white cum was splattered on. He made sure that Bakugo was asleep before leaving the room, turning the lights off as he closed the door behind him. He needed to make a quick phone call before he joined Bakugo in bed.

"Hello?" A tired voice said.

"Aizawa. It's me."

"What is it, Kirishima?"

"You know the villain Katsuki fought today?"

"Crystallo. The one with the crystal quirk and really snarky attitude. The one who almost busted my nut when a crystal flew towards my way when we proceeded to place quirk-resistant chains on his hands. Yeah, I remember."

"Where is he?"

"He's going to court tomorrow. Why?"

"Before he does, let me talk to him."

"Kirishima..." Aizawa knew exactly what the redhead was up to, because this wasn't the first time. Last time he had made a request like this, he had almost sliced the woman's neck off.

"Don't worry, I'll restrain myself this time. I promise."

"Okay... But I swear, if you cause another accident that will literally blow up the whole media..."

"I promise," Kirishima repeated.

Aizawa sighed through the phone, and he could hear the frown on his face.

"Fine."

As soon as he hung up the call, he made his way upstairs to the room where Bakugo was resting at. He opened the door, the hall light creeping in to reveal a calm blond, breathing softly through his nose. Kirishima smiled, turning off the last light in the house and joined the blond, cuddling up next to him. He spooned him and Bakugo sighed in relief, as if he knew that it was Kirishima who was holding him.

And finally, the redhead drifted off into his dreamland, where he was sure Katsuki was waiting for him.