Kiribaku Oneshots

Bad Little Boy (Part 2)

It's finally dooooooone! Sorry this took so long to write!
Warning: Kiritop:Bakubottom, First Time

He feels the heat come back to his cheeks at the sight of him, the big, strong, mountain of a man that could probably turn him into mush with every single touch. Kirishima stalks closer.
"Were you...looking for a chance to hook up?" he asks in a smooth, low voice that nearly turns the blonde's legs into jelly. Bakugou finds himself backing up, though he doesn't know why. He's not scared, heavens no, but his heart is beating hard and fast in his chest with anticipation, and the rush of blood to his face and groin does not go unnoticed by either individual.
"N-not...necessarily..." he says. Kirishima chuckles, almost mischievously, as he eyes the growing bulge in the blondie's pants.
"Really now?" he coos. "The way you were eyeing me up earlier tells me otherwise.~" Bakugou wants to hide his embarrassment, but "unfortunately" the redhead had backed him into a wall.
"W-what's that supposed to fucking mean?" he asks, trying to keep up his pride. Kirishima smirks, inching closer until there's barely a foot between the two.

"You kept looking between me and your drink, like you didn't want to get caught staring at something you wanted. And when I did catch you looking," he coos, bringing a hand up to Bakugou's face. He sees the blonde tense, then let out a breath as he traces his fingertip along his jaw and up his temple, stopping when it comes in contact with his glasses. Kirishima smirks and hooks the curious finger around the plastic frame, taking it between his finger and thumb as he slowly lifts the glasses up and off his face. Bakugou's face is beet red, knees weak as he braces himself against the wall. He doesn't know why, but that slow action had made him melt from the sheer sensual nature of it. Kirishima keeps ahold of the glasses as he plants his forearm against the wall, eliminating even more distance between them. "You looked as if you were caught doing something dirty,~" he says. "And how you're reacting now, when I've barely even touched you?" he chuckles. "I bet you're a horny little virgin, aren't you?~" Bakugou shudders as another chill shoots up his spine. He never thought dirty talk would get him riled up like this.
"N-no I'm not- ah!" his protests are cut off by Kirishima's knee pushing between his thighs and rubbing against the bulge in his pants.

His hands fly to the redhead's chest clutching fistfuls of his shirt for stability. This feels so good! He never knew that someone else touching him like this would feel this good! Kirishima bites his lip at the feeling of his own arousal growing in his jeans, fueled by the sight and sounds of the cute little blondie grinding on his leg. He snickers. 'Thought so.' After a moment, he retracts his leg, making Bakugou whine from the loss of contact.
"H-hey! Why'd you sto- mmph!" he's interrupted once again as Kirishima's free hand grabs his waist, forcing his back flush against the wall as their lips collide. If his face wasn't beet red before, it is now. It takes his brain a few seconds to process what's actually happening, but once it does, his eyes flutter closed and he melts into the kiss. His fists clench impossibly tighter around Kirishima's shirt as his lower back arches off the wall to meet the curve of the redhead's body. Bakugou inhales sharply through his nose and shudders when he feels Kirishima's fingerless-gloved hand slip under his shirt to caress his waist. What...what is he doing?! He'd only just gotten to know a little bit of Kirishima, he'd met him at a fucking frat party for goodness sake— but now— he's kissing him.

He's barely standing and clinging to this man, kissing him, with the most painfully eager erection he's ever had, and wanting more! The way the redhead had touched him; the way he had teased his arousal with a too blissful to be true kind of feeling, he wants more. He wants to know the feeling of his lips, his hands, all over his body. He wants the feeling of his nerves being teased and tickled with beautiful ripples of pleasure. He wants to be manhandled like a fucking rag doll by this man. He wants to know what it's like to be made love to by Kirishima. He wants Kirishima to make love— no, not even that. He wants Kirishima to fuck him. He doesn't know if it was the beer, though he's long since been sober, or some spell the redhead had put him under, but he wanted him. How to say it, he didn't know...but maybe he could show him? He didn't know how exactly to do that either, but he had an idea. With a building fire of confidence in his chest pumping him up, he leans into the kiss in an attempt to make it more passionate. The gesture doesn't go unnoticed by Kirishima, and in fact, it gave way to another opportunity for him to tease the blonde. He leans in as well, letting Bakugou perform his little act of affection for a moment, then pulls back enough that the blonde can't lean up in hopes to connect their lips again.