kiribaku oneshots [DELAYED UPDATES?]

Lovely

I don't own the art above credits to the artist (the pic is totally unrelated to this oneshot but it was to beautiful not to use)

-kiribaku
-bad coping mechanisms
-alcoholism
-smut (kinda, mentions of it at least)
-language I guess
-assassin au

Nobody's POV:

Bakugou was done, simply over with everything. He did the job so messily, he couldn't deal with anymore confrontation. He needed a drink.

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Blond tufts of hair could be spotted from across the bar as Bakugou took a sip of his ninth shot. He'd already loosened up significantly and he was beyond tipsy.

They were tequila shots and he didn't even like tequila. He just needed something strong enough to melt his mind and unbalance his footing. Eventually Bakugou got tired of paying for shots.

"Agh fuck it!" His speech was slurred "just gimme the entire bottle!" The bartender was taken aback (then again who wouldn't be if a composed, formal looking man waltzed into their bar, ordered an entire bottle's worth of tequila shots and then asked for the bottle itself) but it was a chance to make money and well, he couldn't exactly refuse.

Bakugou got a couple occasional glances from women who were concerned for his well being but after seeing the look of sadness and defeat in his eyes that seemed to fade away with each gulp, they decided to leave him to his own devices.

Nobody dared question a drunk's habits.

Nobody except for another lonely looking man seated on a barstool near Bakugou. The red-haired man raised a brow and looked at him worriedly.

"Y'know I think you're supposed to take that in shots..." the man pointed a finger at the bottle of tequila that Bakugou had been drinking from not-so-sparingly and scowled.

"I've already drank enough to get me drunk..." he hiccuped and then paused "...so why not?" The man smirked and eyed Bakugou intensely, his eyes trailed over Bakugou's features and his foot hit the floor impatiently.

"Because boys like me won't hesitate to swallow drunk beauties like you up whole..." Bakugou scoffed.

"Oh please, like you could." Bakugou slurred, taking another sip out of the tequila bottle. The truth was that anyone could "swallow drunk beauties like him up whole" at any time.

He was vulnerable to begin with but even more so now that his vision was blurred and his movements were prolonged because the alcohol had begun to take a toll on him.

"Hm, would you like to test that theory then? Because I'd bet my entire fortune that I could." Bakugou took another gulp before slamming the now empty glass onto the table obnoxiously and sending a glare in the red-heads direction.

"Yeah right, I don't even know yer fuckin' name!" Bakugou laughed, the scent of alcohol fresh on his breath. His cheeks were flushed-red and his gaze was unsteady.

"It's Kirishima. Now that you do know my name, would you mind?" The man held out his hand in a welcoming manner. Bakugou pointed an unsteady finger at him.

"Ha! Yer pretty balsy askin' me that even though we've only known each other for five minutes tops." Kirishima shrugged.

"Damn, you caught me. But I just can't help myself when I see a boy like you all alone." Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Like hell, you don't even know me."

"That just makes you all the more enthralling my dear, so tell me...would you let me take you home tonight?" Kirishima's eyes were sharpened with determination, Bakugou couldn't deny that. In his drunken state of uncertainty he too, found the other man "enthralling"

"Tch, look I'm not that easy I-" Bakugou stopped himself. Did he really want to refuse Kirishima? The man had such a big build and it nearly made him hard just imagining getting pounded by him.

Maybe he would say yes. Just this once.

And so began another of Bakugou's bad habits. When he realized that sex was another way to make himself feel better he really took it to heart.

To Bakugou could top the feeling of waking up in the morning absolutely dazed only to feel a faint stinging on his neck and a heat in his lower back. But the showers, oh the showers were the best part. The feeling of the hot water hitting his skin and calming his muscles felt amazing.

Bakugou however, failed to neglect his drinking problem and only made things harder on himself because though sex was nice and refreshing enough to put him in a good mood for a couple of hours, the major lifts always had halting crashes that followed suit and drinking didn't really help the crashes any.

Bakugou had sex with other men often, but he always found himself crawling back to Kirishima. He had feelings for him, or rather, he longed for the red-head.

People could try, and Bakugou could screw around with whoever he wanted but he still knew that nobody could ever amount to Kirishima's stamina and force when it came to sex.

There were men that could go longer than Kirishima could, and there were men who knew where he liked it, sure but Kirishima was still the best.

Bakugou just couldn't shake the feeling of Kirishima's hot breath on his neck, he couldn't top the haze that made his mind foggy and his legs shaky but what really got him was that dammed sweet talk.

Kirishima's soft reassurance and sweet nothings really pushed him over the edge, they really never failed to make him question just what exactly he'd been spending his time doing aside from laying down and drifting off to sleep while listening to Kirishima's husky voice whisper "stay here" and "don't leave" into his ear.

Nobody could hold him like Kirishima, their strong arms could never make him feel as safe as Kirishima's, and never in a million years would they be able to strip him of his worries or make him feel like, for a short moment, the ground wasn't crumbling beneath his feet.

Though his alcoholism was, admittedly a problem, it wasn't like it could never be fixed and besides that, if he hadn't of gotten drunk off of his ass that night, he wouldn't have been able to meet Kirishima.

In a way, he was grateful.

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I was feeling really sad (just one of those depression waves that comes from not having access to therapy for a whole year) earlier but then my dog appeared out of nowhere and licked me for like twelve minutes and I swear I got so fucking happy, my point being that my boi is too precious for this world and I would die for him.

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