Kiribaku Oneshots

Seduction

Y'all wanted it just as much as I did, so here we go!
CW: TopKiri, BottomKitsune!Baku, animalistic behavior, slight dub-con, slight
a/b/o talk

Bakugou knew that mortals had these kinds of feelings. Humans and animals alike- well, not exactly alike. Most animals only did it for procreation, while humans did it for procreation and pleasure. Spirits and demons were different. Some felt no need for the act of intercourse at all, while others were like mortals. Either they procreated, or sought pleasure, or a mixture of both. Kitsune are among the versatile bunch. Bakugou had felt arousal before. He wasn't a youngling. But it was mostly natural cycles. Ruts and all that. He usually took care of it by himself, or if he was desperate he'd pay some mortal or other spirit to help him out. However...this was the first time he'd felt a genuine arousal for a person; Kirishima. Since he had fallen for him, this new arousal has grown over the past couple weeks. He's spent many an afternoon watching him work with the farmers and marveling at his strength, as well as the almost perfection that was his body, his top half always bare and glistening with sweat under the heat of the late summer sun. And whenever they found themselves alone, Kirishima's voice would almost...change. It fell deeper, and a little of the gruffness that's usually there was smoothed out. It was smooth and deep and sensual, and covered him like a balm, the kind that warmed his body to a sense of euphoria that only Kirishima's voice could give him. And whenever Kirishima—the hopeless romantic—would whisper sweet nothings to him and him alone, the warmth in his body grew to a point where it sent chills up his spine and made his fingers and toes tingle with euphoria. This voice would be accompanied by large, strong, yet gentle hands that always seemed to hold him like he was the most important thing to them. Sometimes they'd hold him as if he'd vanish if they ever let go...but he knew he could never leave them; he could never leave Kirishima. All of these things fueled this new arousal, and once it had reached its peak, he decided that he wanted to be much closer to his love. Yes, much, much closer.

He started planning well in advance, visiting the market and the forest for supplies, spending hours in his house making sure everything is perfect, and finally, he asks his handsome sculptor if he'd like to join him for dinner. His response of "always, my love" was music to Bakugou's ears. He came to the house after working that day, and his eyes lit up when Bakugou answered the door and let him in.
"Thank you for having me, Katsuki," he says, leaving his shoes at the door. Bakugou rolls his eyes.
"You're always welcome, idiot. 'Don't have to be so polite," he huffs, closing the door and walking to the front half of the house. He had this half made to be a sitting room and dining area, with a modest kitchen off to the side. The smell of teriyaki beef, pickled vegetables, and miso soup fills the entire room, making Kirishima's mouth water. As he sits down at the table, Bakugou grabs his attention.
"I'm gonna get comfortable before dinner, alright? So don't freak out." Kirishima smiles.
"I've seen your true form before, Katsuki. I won't freak out." Bakugou nods and folds his hands together, closing his eyes and bowing his head. In a moment, the room fills with wind, though no windows or doors are open, and in the next instant, a vortex of autumn leaves encircles the blonde and hides him from sight. A few seconds later, the wind dies down and the leaves settle, revealing Bakugou in his true form. Kirishima's eyes widen. He had seen his true form before...but never when he was wearing that.

He's always been beautiful in this form. Nine fluffy tails that fade from blonde, to orange, to red. His ears are now closer to the top of his head and are those of a fox, the fur matching the fiery gradient of his tails. His feet are slightly morphed to resemble a fox's, complete with claws and pads on the underside. His hands remain as they are, with the addition of claws that—normally—could pierce the toughest of hides, but today they were filed down. Blunt canines are replaced with sharp fangs, and intricate red markings dance across his skin, creating stripes and swirls around his arms and face, and maybe more . In human form, he has a slightly fancier outfit to match the other villagers, but in his true form, the outfit is normally replaced with baggy pants held up by a silk belt, paired with a tight fitting sleeveless top. However, this time, his outfit is replaced with a loose fitting silk robe. The silk belt is tied low and loose around his waist, just barely holding the article on him. It opens up an inch or two above his belly button, widening into a V that frames his chest and sits delicately atop his shoulders, just a shift away from falling down his arms and exposing every inch of skin from the base of his tails and upwards of not caught. Meanwhile, the hem of the robe fell an inch above his ankles, but the fabric was tied loosely enough that one leg would poke through to a little above his knee. If he had worn this in public, he wouldn't be able to tell which half of the town found him scandalous and which half  found him irresistible. Right now, Kirishima was part of the latter, and the food wasn't the only thing making his mouth water.