Hello again! I know it's been a while since I've updated this book, and I'd like to thank you for being patient with me when I took a hiatus on such short notice. It's been a while since I last added on to this story, and my writing style has worsened during this time. Now that I no longer have school to worry about. I hope to be able to bring you an accurate update schedule. That said, thank you again for all of the support and sweet comments in previous chapters, and I hope you enjoy this one!
Be warned though, this is just a mindless side story brought to you by a questionably horny author who's bored out of his mind! <3
!!Content warning: suggestive content!!
Kirishima's shirt was completely drenched. The thick cloth clung to his skin so tightly that his tan, sculpted figure was on full display. His long red hair covered his eyes and ears. Droplets of water traced his exposed forearms and made him look all the more irresistible. Bakugou could only stand there, mouth agape and hands hanging limp at his sides.
"K-kirishima..." Bakugou stuttered. He tried his hardest to avert his gaze, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't keep them from staring daggers at the dragon-shifter's sunkissed chest. Kirishima ran a hand through his hair, and a few stray, red strands wriggled loose from his grasp and clung to his forehead.
Bakugou was practically drooling at this point.
"Hm? What is it?" Kirishima's tone was just as cool and composed as usual. He acted as though he had no idea how beautiful he looked then.
"Nothing...should we get you changed? I'm certain I have some clothes that would fit you..." Kirishima nodded in response. As calm as he looked, he seemed to be shivering from the cold. Bakugou ushered him further inside and then searched the house from top to bottom looking for clothes that would fit him.
All he could find was a long, white shirt and some weathered black pants. Kirishima was freezing, so he rushed into one of the back rooms to change.
When he came back out, Bakugou froze in place. His old pants fit Kirishima perfectly. They were tight around his hips and thighs, but loose around his calves. And his shirt hung loosely around his figure, drooping dangerously far from his collarbone and offering Bakugou a peek of his lusty bust that left his imagination to run wild.
Both the rain and his old clothes had worked together to complete god's work, Bakugou was sure of it.
Kirishima absentmindedly grabbed a fistful of the threadbare shirt and took a whiff of it. He smiled widely, rearing his sharp fangs, and hummed.
"It smells just like you, Bakugou." Bakugou hardly ever got flustered, he was always either cold towards people or indifferent to them, but Kirishima was an exception. Especially as he was then, with his hair a sopping wet mess and his body wrapped in Bakugou's robes. He wore such a blissful expression that it led Bakugou's heart to thump embarrassingly loud.
"Cute..." He whispered underneath his breath.
"What was that?" Kirishima looked at Bakugou who flushed redder than his cloak and looked down at the floor with a pout.
"It's nothing...just wondering what you want for dinner." Bakugou's attempt at a lie was laughable, but Kirishima was more focused on the idea of getting to chose what was for dinner so he hardly noticed.
"Really?! I can choose!?" His eyes lit up with an excitement that was almost childlike at the mention of dinner, and Bakugou was forced to stifle a laugh.
"Yeah. Hurry up before I change my mind, though." He tried to sound impassive, but the fondness in his eyes gave him away.
"Ummm.... what was it that we ate that one time?... Something like soup?" Kirishima
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Centuries- a kiribaku fantasy au
FanfictionBakugou, Katsuki usually traveled alone. He was all of the protection that he needed and strangely enough he never found himself feeling lonely without the company of another being. His life wasn't boring and he had all of the entertainment that he...
