Kiribaku Oneshots

Sweet Dreams

My friend and I had an idea for a fey au, and I ended up dreaming this up.
CW: TopBaku, BottomFey!Kiri, Somnophilia, wet dream, dubcon, cum inflation

Kirishima has been told thousands of times not to go near the humans unless he planned on playing a trick on them...but he just can't help it. Every chance he can get, he'd fly to the little house at the edge of the woods where Bakugou lived. He hadn't met him—not yet, but after months of watching him from afar, he'd fallen completely head over heels for the beautiful blonde. Shrunk down to his true size of a little over five inches tall, he'd watch from the rafters as Bakugou cooked, cleaned, whatever. Every now and then he'd wait until his human was asleep, and go around the house looking for little "collectibles" that Bakugou wouldn't miss, or even tidy up what Bakugou didn't have time to, or sprinkle a little magic on pies and pastries that he'd leave out to cool overnight, making them keep longer, taste better, whatever. At the end of those nights, he'd quietly flutter to Bakugou's bed, and kiss him goodnight, leaving a little freckle behind on his nose or cheeks. He always had something to do there. He was especially entertained when he'd listen to the blonde read romance novels. He wouldn't always read them out loud, but when he did—reading the various passionate dialogues and heart-throbbing descriptions of human love—he couldn't help but swoon. The words would stick in his mind, and he'd imagine Bakugou saying them to him, dream of the scene he had read as if they were the characters.

One night in particular, Bakugou had been reading to himself before bed and come upon a very...erotic scene between the fictional lovers. As the human realized he was reading foreplay, both of their cheeks flushed red. Bakugou stopped reading aloud for a moment, making Kirishima think that he'd rather read such intimate words in his head, then he looks around as if he wasn't alone, before continuing to read. Kirishima listened intently, ears only trained on the words of pure lust pouring out of Bakugou's mouth. He noticed a change in tone, as if Bakugou were acting out the scene so as not to disfigure the experience. Immediately, images replaced the words as they entered his mind, as Bakugou described how blissful the contact of skin and breath is against another's. Kirishima had to lay back against the rafter as he listened, biting his lip and weakly grinding against his legs as he pulled them to his chest, overwhelmed by thoughts of Bakugou, Bakugou, Bakugou... Bakugou fell asleep. After a few minutes he had found a stopping place and put his book down. Kirishima let out a breath of relief when he heard his human's soft snores. Finally, he could breathe. He composed himself after a moment, decided to take care of his "excitement" at home, and went about looking around the house. However, he didn't stray far from the bedroom.

When he's done looking, he decides to look in on Bakugou once more before going home. As he fluttered in, he noticed something wasn't right. In his sleep, Bakugou had tossed his covers onto the floor, and he seemed to be sweating a lot. Kirishima was concerned at first. It wasn't particularly warm that night, so he thought his human was sick. His cheeks were flushed, and he seemed...frustrated. The fey looks up and down Bakugou's body, eyes finally landing on a tent in his boxers. Kirishima flushes red hot, his own frustration twitching in his pants at the realization of the power of the scene in the book. He flutters backwards in an instinctual attempt to avoid temptation. He should leave. Bakugou's a grown man. He can handle it. Even so...a part of him doesn't want to leave Bakugou like that. Not when...not when he can do something about it. He gives in, deciding that he'd be doing his human a favor. Plus, he'll feel better knowing he left here with his human sleeping soundly. So he thinks about the book, taking a moment to figure out what got him so excited. Once he has a good idea, he gets started. The first thing he does is go back to the kitchen.

Bakugou keeps an aloe vera plant in his kitchen to make his own gel for burns and rashes, and to eat on occasion, but Kirishima is using it for something different. He snaps off a piece of a leaf and holds it under his arm while the other helps the plant grow back. Once it's done, he takes his section back to the bedroom. He flutters by the door for a moment, taking a deep breath. It's been awhile since he's changed sizes, but luckily he's had more than enough practice. In a matter of seconds, his body grows from a little over five inches to a little over five feet, his wings and clothes disappearing with a wave of his hand as he gently lands on the floor, light as a feather and just as quiet. He now stands naked by Bakugou's bed, his erection standing tall and his shoulders flushed pink. Quietly, carefully, he climbs onto the bed so that he's straddling Bakugou's thighs, thanking the gods that the human sleeps like a rock. He sets the aloe aside and slowly leans forward and hovers his hand above Bakugou's face. His palm glows a soft gold as he whispers to his human.
"Sleep well and dream of me, but do not remember, my love." He'd prefer that the first time Bakugou came to know him not be a wet dream, but to keep him sleeping, he gives the human the illusion of a dream that he won't remember. As the last words leave his lips, the glow on his palm fades, and he leans back.