Kiribaku Oneshots

Good Morning, My Love

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Bakugou woke up to the sound of his alarm. Ugh. Why does he keep that thing on when he has days off? He groggily reaches over and silences the noise, groaning quietly as rays of sunlight try to sneak into his eyes. He rolls over to face it head on, and is met with the bare shoulders and sunset red hair of his boyfriend, still asleep. He smiles lovingly at the sight and scoots closer, wrapping his arm around his muscular torso to further close the gap between a bare back and chest...and it's only now that he notices his morning wood. He ignores it for now, but doesn't stop it from pressing into Kirishima's back. He nuzzles the back of his head, taking in the smell of the shampoo Kirishima had used the night before. His tinted shampoo always smelled good to Bakugou, and he was tempted to use it so many times. The only thing stopping him being the desire to not have pink hair upon rinsing.

He pulls back and props himself up on his arm so he can look down at Kirishima. He gently brushes his hair away from his face so he can see him. 'Fuck...' He'll never get over how downright beautiful this man is. From the scar on his eye to the creases in his skin, formed from smiling too much for his own good. Skin so soft and tender despite the nature of his quirk, the slight tan lines from wearing his hero mask, that fucking smile that makes him shine brighter than the sun, everything about him is just so damn beautiful and amazing. The hand wrapped around Kirishima's torso slowly starts to move up and down over an array of muscles under soft skin. He's gotten so much stronger since they graduated and he loves it. He can't help but adore every inch of him. Kirishima stirs a bit with the contact, and Bakugou decides it's time to wake him up...and maybe take care of his morning wood.

He leans down and starts to slowly press soft kisses on Kirishima's temple and cheek, trailing them along his jaw, then down his neck. Kirishima stirs a little bit more, groaning softly as he wakes up. He smiles from waking up to such tender affection, eyes fluttering open the tiniest bit.
"Good morning..." he hums.
"Mmm...morning..." Bakugou hums back, still covering Kirishima's neck and shoulders with kisses. Kirishima stretches in place without escaping his boyfriend's embrace. He doesn't pretend not to notice the erection poking his lower back. Honestly it's cute seeing his usually passive boyfriend being so affectionate. He chuckles and scoots further into his boyfriend's chest.
"You gonna move that?" he teases. He can hear the sly lilt in his tone.
"I was hoping to put it someplace else,~" the blonde purrs, grinding slightly into him.

Kirishima chuckles and bites his lip as a chill runs up his spine, sending a rush of blood to his cheeks and igniting an arousal of his own. He rolls onto his back and looks up at his boyfriend.
"Well, I have a vacancy,~" he coos up at him, reaching to wrap his arms around his neck. Bakugou snorts and rolls his eyes.
"Cheesy bastard," he huffs before being pulled into a warm and tender kiss. This kiss, and the ones that follow, the sweet and loving, the deep and passionate, all of them are like a shot of caffeine. Addictive and rejuvenating, like fuel for a battery. Bakugou wastes little time in trailing his hand down Kirishima's chest and to his waistband, pulling his boxers down and trying to get them off. Kirishima gasps at the sudden feeling of cooler air on his dick, giving Bakugou the opportunity to force his tongue into his mouth. He chuckles a bit and hums into the rough kiss, lifting his legs to help remove the article of clothing, kicking the covers away in the process.

Once they're discarded, Bakugou parts from the kiss, discards his own boxers, and brings two fingers to Kirishima's mouth.
"Suck," Bakugou says as he hovers over the blushing redhead, a smug grin on his face. Kirishima snorts and quirks an eyebrow.
"No foreplay?~" he asks jokingly as he takes the fingers into his mouth. Bakugou bites his lip as he watches him, leaning down to lick over the veins on his neck.
"Mmm...fuck foreplay...'want you now,~" he hums. Kirishima shivers a bit, but continues to work on coating the fingers in his mouth. Once Bakugou feels like they're slicked enough, he takes them out and drags them down Kirishima's chest, teasing him by grazing the length of his dick. Finally, they reach his entrance, circling around the eager pink muscle. Kirishima's breath hitches and he whimpers quietly, waiting for the intrusion. Bakugou gently nibbles on the redhead's neck to give him a warning, before slowly pushing in his middle finger.