Kiribaku oneshots

🩸Vampire pt. 3🦇

Genre- smut/fluff
Length- 1199

Third POV-

The blond pulled away and licked the sharply stinging wound, somehow making the pain fade away slowly.

He wanted to press his hand against it to just feel for what it looked like. But his arms felt like molasses, only able to cling onto Bakugou's shoulders.

Even with the realization about that bite mark, he didn't feel afraid of the blond. Bakugou touches him like he's worth everything, praises him like he's worth everything.

Bakugou's pace faltered, he was close. So was Kirishima.

The blond leaned down and kissed him before he came, Kirishima following along. He pulled away from the kiss and sat up tall, catching his breath.

"I-I don't want to go another," Kirishima says, a little out of breath.

"Okay little prince," Bakugou nodded and leaned down again, kissing up Kirishima's neck to his cheek.

Bakugou pulls out and takes off the condom, tying it and tossing it in the trash. He leans over and grabs tissues, wiping Kirishima off.

The redhead's body still felt like jello, he was tired. He turned his head and closed his eyes, soon feeling Bakugou put his suit jacket on him; turning him over and lay next to him, cuddling him; and finally pulling the covers over them.

The pain on his collar subsided a little, it was still a little painful but not so much, more irritating than anything else.

But he was still able to fall asleep in Bakugou's arms.

--

Kirishima stirs awake in the morning, his body feels more stable now, but he was still a little exhausted somehow.

He turns over and huddles closer into Bakugou, burrying his face into the blond's chest. Wiggling more into the slightly large suit jacket. Bakugou slids his hand down Kirishima's arm. The blond got up which caused Kirishima to blink even more awake. Bakugou slides away, gets up, and walks into the bathroom to start running a bath.

Kirishima sits up and leans against the headboard. He hears the water stop and Bakugou coming back. He walks over to Kirishima and takes the redhead into his arms and carries him into the bathroom.

Kirishima catches a glimpse of the mirror. The blond had no reflection.

Bakugou takes the suit jacket off of him and sets Kirishima into the bath, joining him. He pulled Kirishima into his lap.

"Still exhausted?" He asks. Kirishima nodded, moving his hand to touch the bite mark. There wasn't a full set of teeth, that's another thing he recalls. Only two dots. He looks up at the blond. Now taking notice of the slightly pointed ears. He didn't think much of it before, but now.

"Finally figured it out?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face. He nodded. A pair of fangs hidden inside the smirk.

Bakugou, was a vampire.

"Don't vampire's normally bite people's necks?"

"Killing ya would've been a huge turn off," Bakugou states. "Especially with a beauty like you."

Bakugou kissed Kirishima's cheek. The redhead blushed.

Kirishima turns around and snuggles up against Bakugou. For some reason, he felt no fear for the blond. I mean, he already made it clear he had no intentions or interest in killing him, or turning him into a vampire...unless the process is slow.

Bakugou smiled and held the redhead in return.

"I'm not going to become a vampire am I?" He asks, going back to touch the bite mark.

"Nah, unless you want me to?" Kirishima shook his head.

"I don't like you biting me..." Kirishima admitted.

"Oh." Bakugou states. "Anything else you didn't like?" Kirishima shook his head again.

"Is this the first time someone told you they didn't like getting bitten by you?" The blonds face turns a bit red.

"No...you're the first person I've felt like claiming..." Kirishima's face matches his hair color. The redhead liked the idea of being a first.

A wet rag came into contact to the bite mark. Kirishima smiles as he snuggles closer to Bakugou, allowing him to have complete control in washing him. He was still pretty tired some how. So it didn't surprise him when he fell asleep again while the blond was saying something. He hoped it wasn't important.

He woke up a bit later in bed, wearing the blond's suit jacket again. Though, this time, he wasn't cuddled by Bakugou. He turned over and saw the blond, he was drinking some sort of juice. He's going to assume that it's blood.

The redhead hugged his waist. Bakugou placed a hand on his back to hold him there.

"What was it that you were saying before I fell asleep?" Kirishima gets up on his forearms and looks up at Bakugou. The blonds face tinted a bit red.

"I was...wondering...if...perhaps...you would want to go home with me?" Bakugou asks, fumbling with his fingers.

"When my trip is over, of course, you could just stay with me if your friends leave early," the blond continues to mumble. Kirishima sat up and moved Bakugou face to look at his.

"I would like that," he leans in to give Bakugou a kiss, not afraid of the fangs that lay behind his lips. It was a quick kiss, when they pulled away they stayed close together by having their foreheads connected. Kirishima let out a yawn.

"It's probably the essence I absorb from you that's making you so tired," the blond remarks.

"Essence?" The redhead asks.

"Yeah, it's another way vampire's eat, but it's not a substitute for blood," Bakugou explains. "We drink blood because we can't be in the sun and need to get the vitamins that the sun gives."

"Oh," is all Kirishima says. "Do you guys have preferences?" He asked.

"Like mosquitos, we do, I love your blood type," the blond leans in to the bite mark and gives Kirishima a whiff like he was good food. "But you don't like being bit," Bakugou pulls away.

"I can get food elsewhere," he assures, he doesn't want the redhead to feel like he has to give his blood for him to devour. There were other people with the same blood type there at the hotel.

"Speaking of food, let's get you something to replenish your energy, I didn't know what to order for you so I just waited," the blond grabs the phone from near by to dial room service.

Kirishima list off what he wants and the blond orders two orders of it.

"Why two?" Kirishima asks as Bakugou places the phone down.

"I eat food as well," the blond chuckles.

--

They waited for a while before there was a knock at the door. The redhead was about to get up and answer it, but Bakugou stopped him and stood up, got dressed, and went to answer the door.

He came back with two plates of food in his hands. He carried them to his side of the bed, placed one on the nightstand before grabbing a spoon full of shredded hash browns and held to towards Kirishima.

The redhead smiled as he happily took the offered bite of food.

They stayed like that where the blond fed him and himself.