Kiribaku oneshots

🤞Cross-dressing👘👗

Genre- smut
Length- 1445

Third POV-

Kirishima was coming over for a surprise movie date. So he shows up, with snacks and drinks, he also brought some movies to pick out.

He tried the door first, but it was locked. Bakugou normally did that when he was working out, so he could go in and get everything prepared. He grabbed the spare key Bakugou gave him and unlocked the door, walking in.

He expected the room to be empty. But nope. Bakugou was there. Trying on a dress. He froze for a second but closed the door quietly. Obviously Bakugou locked the door for a reason.

It was a light blue with white flowers, puffed short sleeves, but you could see his upper back and collar, and the dress part went all the way down to his knees.

He felt a hot blush cross over his cheeks as he checked out his boyfriend.

Bakugou turned around and was startled to find his boyfriend in the room. He immediately tried to cover himself but he knew there's really no point.

"D-don't you ever knock!" He yelled. "What are you even doing here!?"

"I-I was...uh," the redhead's eyes shot up to meet his Bakugou's before they drifted down slowly making the blond's face red, definitely checking him out.

Bakugou looked down as well, realizing that Kirishima was very excited. Both of their faces turned even redder.

"Eijiro...I- um..." He turned away from Kirishima. It's not like they haven't done "it" yet. But they were still starting that part of their relationship, and they were never under circumstances like this.

Kirishima walked towards Bakugou, after shutting the door, and placed his hands on the blond's hips. Bakugou secured them there.

"Do you...do this often?" He asks, turning Bakugou's body to admire all of his angles. The blond nods. "I really love this outfit," he cooes, brushing his hand up Bakugou's back, making the blond shiver.

Bakugou placed his hands on Kirishima's shoulder.

"E-Eiji...I-I was a little nervous to tell you about...this," he refers to his dress.

"Why?" He asks.

"I-I thought you would be ashamed because you're the 'manly man' guy."

"Well, I'm sure you can tell that I'm not," Bakugou nods, his face turning redder. "I want to fuck you with this dress on you..." He whispered into Bakugou's ear.

"S-SHUT UP!" Bakugou shoved Kirishima's face away, his face as red as Kirishima's hair. "D-don't say shit like that," he mumbled. Kirishima chuckled.

Grabbing a hold of Bakugou's forearm, he moves the blond's hand away from his face and placed a gentle kiss on his wrist. He goes up Bakugou's arm before he reaches his shoulder, crawls over his collar, he goes up his neck, crosses over his cheeks, then finally kisses his lips.

It was passionate, but Bakugou knew what was hiding behind it. Lust.

They pulled away, short of breath.

"You okay with this?" The redhead's hands slipped downward and gripped the blond's thighs as he crouched a little.

"Y-yeah," he nodded. "But could we just...t-talk for a second?" He asked, placing his hands on the redhead's shoulders.

"You still have something on your mind?" Kirishima asked. Bakugou nodded again.

Kirishima hugged Bakugou's hips and laid his head again Bakugou's cumgutters.