Kiribaku Oneshots

Drunk (Part 1)

Smut warning!
Yeah I had to split this into two parts or it would've been hecking 5000+ words. Took awhile to write lol.
Slightly Dom Kiri, Bottom Baku.

It was 10:30pm. Kirishima was supposed to be home thirty minutes ago. He had gone out to dinner with a couple work friends to celebrate him getting a promotion, and he SAID he'd be back BEFORE 10pm. Bakugou is pissed. What the FUCK are those idiots doing so late at night?! Just as he's about to call his boyfriend, he hears the front door open, and shut. FINALLY!

He storms out of the bedroom and into the living room, seeing Kirishima fumbling with the lock on the door.
"And where the FUCK have you been?!" Bakugou says, hands on his hips as he hears his boyfriend grunt in annoyance.
"Told you I was goin' out," the redhead responded.
"You also fuckin' told me you'd be back BEFORE ten! It is ten thirty!" Bakugou steps forward to confront him. At the same time, Kirishima turns around, and the smell hits Bakugou and makes him wince. On top of that, Kirishima's usual happy face is nowhere to be seen. In its place is a scowl, glaring eyes, and slightly flushed cheeks.

Bakugou knows what caused this face, but he still questions him.
"Are you fucking DRUNK?!" Kirishima growls and steps forward.
"S'what 'f I fuckin' am?" He sneered. Kirishima doesn't drink that much since he knows he can't handle liquor as well as his boyfriend can. When he does, he's careful to have something light, and to cut himself off before he gets out of control. The smell emitting from his breath indicates that he didn't do that.

He's drunk, and unlike Katsuki who gets loopy and affectionate when intoxicated, he gets aggressive. Aggressive, and horny. It's scary to their friends, but Bakugou usually loves it. He loves being treated roughly, yet kindly, by his boyfriend who is usually more of the latter. However, tonight he's telling himself he's too pissed to be turned on by the pile of muscles that could turn him into an absolute mess.

"How the FUCK did you get DRUNK?!" Bakugou interrogates. Kirishima grunts as his eyes travel over his boyfriend's beautiful body.
"Th' guys fuckin' bought me shots. Stronger than my usual, an' I lost fuckin' count. Lost track a time too. Fuckin' sorry," the redhead explains. The blonde growls and whips around, storming off to the kitchen, completely ignoring his apology. This didn't sit well with Kirishima. He does NOT like being ignored. Especially in this state.

He stalks towards the kitchen, his drunken footfalls heavy. He finds his boyfriend getting a glass and going over to the fridge and beginning to fill it with water via the dispenser, muttering a string of curse words under his breath. Kirishima strides over to him and slams one of his hands against the fridge door to the side of his boyfriend's head. This got him a small gasp. 'Holy shit that was hot-' Bakugou cut his thoughts off and tries to keep his cool. He's mad at his boyfriend. Despite his efforts, he can't help a slight blush from blooming on his cheeks.

"Don' fuckin' ignore me when I'm tryin' to apologize, Katsuki," the redhead growls. He leans close so that his lips are mere centimeters away from the blonde's ear. He moves a hand to Bakugou's waist, gently tracing the beginnings of his v-line with his middle finger while massaging the muscle under his thumb. His voice becomes low and husky as he speaks seductively into his lover's ear.

"I really am sorry. The whole time I was fuckin' gone I was thinkin' 'bout getting home to your sexy little ass.~" As he finishes his sentence, he presses their hips together, gently grinding a raging hard-on into his lover's ass. The combination of his voice and the clothed dick being ground into him sent a chill up Bakugou's spine and a rush of blood to his cheeks and groin.

He's trying not to be turned on, forcing himself to be mad. He focuses on filling the glass, watching the water stream into the clear cylinder. He decides to get back at Kirishima for making him wait by teasing him. He smirks as he releases pressure on the lever controlling the stream of water from the fridge, deciding the glass is full enough.
"Oh really?" he muses. "Well if you had been home on fucking time, you would've fucking gotten it, but you were late, so guess not."