Bakugo was not happy.

Kirishima had somehow convinced him to come meet their old classmates and current co-workers at the local bar on Bakugo's only night off this week.

Bakugo found himself sat at the bar, nursing his third whiskey of the evening while listening to his boyfriend laughing at whatever conversation was being held between him, that Shitty Deku, Pinky, Pikachu, IcyHot and Soy Sauce Face. Bakugo found he had no interest in holding a conversation with any of them. He was just going to enjoy his night off.

Around the middle of him finishing his fourth whiskey, his head buzzing pleasantly, he took notice of a petite blond that had sidled up next to him. She was giggling up a storm, and was swaying in her seat. She ordered her drink (tequila sunrise, Bakugo noted. He hated fruity drinks. The sugar content caused the worst hangovers), then turned to him, resting her hand on his bicep.

"Heyyyyyy, I'm Chloe! What's your name?" Bakugo gave her a side eye, wondering how many tequila sunrises she had already had to not recognize number two Pro Hero: Ground Zero. He rolled his eyes at her, and focused his attention back to the whiskey in front of him. Chloe pouted so dramatically that he felt it without even having to look at her.

"Aww, c'mon! You can't tell me a hunk like you is here alone on a Friday night, not looking for someone to take home." She had a flirty tone in her voice, her hand dropping from its place on his bicep to rest on his thigh.

Bakugo pointedly ignored her, though he felt like eyes were boring a hole in the back of his head. He sat his whiskey down, glancing over his shoulder.

Crimson met crimson as his eyes met those of his boyfriends. For a split second, there was danger flecked through Kirishima's eyes, dark and brooding. Before Bakugo could even register the look in his boyfriends eyes, Kirishima seemed to snap out of it, focusing back on something that Pikachu had just said.

"Pft. Fine. Ignore me, dickhead." Bakugo apprehended the girl next to him, who huffed, getting down from the barstool and making her way across the bar, presumably to some other poor sap that seemed alone.

Relief only lasted Bakugo through the beginnings of his fifth whiskey. Or was he on his sixth? He couldn't remember, and he frankly didn't care. He took note of a muscular guy taking a seat next to him, the exact seat that the blond bimbo had just vacated not twenty minutes ago.

The dude was a looker, Bakugo could not even try to deny this. He was built, definitely bigger than Kirishima was. He had tattoos lining his arms, disappearing under his tight black tshirt. Bakugo swallowed thickly, staring intensely into the bottom of his whiskey. He watched the guy flag down the bartender.

"Yeah, can I get two whiskeys? Thanks." She slid him two whiskeys, and the guy slid one in front of Bakugo.

"This is what you're drinking, yeah? I watched you reject that pretty blond thing that was over here a minute ago. To be able to reject that beauty, you must swing for my team," he winked at Bakugo, leaning in close to his ear to whisper, "You alone tonight, gorgeous?" Bakugo stiffened, downed the rest of his whiskey, taking the new one from the guy, downing that in one swallow. He slammed the empty glass down on the bar.

"Nope, and even if I were, I wouldn't be leaving with the likes of you," Bakugo snarled at the guy, but his drunken mind betrayed him as he felt his eyes sweep over the man in front of him. He stood up, with every intention of going over to the group of friends he was supposed to be with. He swayed as he stood up, and the guy beside him stood up, placing his hand on Bakugo's hip, spinning him so that he was pressed against him, Bakugo's back against the bar.

"Easy now. You've had quite a bit to drink. Let me at least walk you home, beautiful," the guy whispered against Bakugo's ear. Bakugo felt his face flush, desperately trying to keep his drunken thoughts in order.

Before he could say anything, however, the guy was off of him.

"Hey, what the fu-" the guys words were cut off by a fist hitting his mouth. Bakugo was too drunk to make sense of the flurry of movements around him.

"Keep your hands off of my boyfriend, you scum."

Bakugo's blood ran cold. He knew that voice. He looked up, blinking hard to orient himself. Kirishima had a dangerous look on his face, one that Bakugo had never seen in all of his years knowing Kirishima. Before the other guy could get off the floor, Kirishima had his arm around Bakugo's waist, pulling him towards the exit.

"We're leaving. Now." He growled in Bakugo's ear, causing the blond to shiver under his touch. Kirishima turned to Deku, handing him a wad of cash.

"This should cover our tabs. I don't know how much Kat drank, or what he was drinking, so if this doesn't cover it, shoot me a text and I'll transfer the money." Deku nodded, saying something that sounded muffled, causing Bakugo to not understand what the nerd had said. He found himself not really caring, anyway.

It was a quiet walk home. Kirishima was definitely not sober, but he also wasn't as drunk as Bakugo was. Bakugo was stumbling every few steps, but Kirishima kept his arm tightly around his waist, not allowing him to fall. Bakugo didn't know what washed over him, but the look on Kirishima's face put the fear of God in Bakugo. He mentally chastised himself.

Number two Pro Hero: Ground Zero, afraid of number four Pro Hero: Red Riot.

He chuckled to himself.

What a thought.

"What's funny, Katsuki?" Kirishima hissed, as the approached their shared apartment. Bakugo snapped his mouth shut at the tone of voice Kirishima had used, noting the emphasis he had put on his name.

Bakugo didn't answer. They were inside the apartment now, and as soon as the door closed, Bakugo found himself shoved against the door.

"I asked you a question, Katsuki. What's. So. Funny?" Kirishima growled against his ear, his forearm pressed horizontally against Bakugo's chest, holding him tight against the door.

"Wha- Ei, I don't?" Bakugo spoke, but couldn't form a coherent sentence, not even recognizing his own voice.

Damn, how much did I drink?

"You think its funny, making me watch as half the bar eye-fucks you from their seats? Two of them actually having the audacity to make a move on you?I bet you liked the attention." Kirishima's voice was low and husky in Bakugo's ear, and he let out a small moan. Kirishima pressed him harder against the door.

"Oh? So you did like the attention, you whore." Kirishima growled.

Bakugo felt his knees going weak. He had never seen this side of Kirishima, and honestly, it was hot as fuck. He knew where this was going, but he didn't care. They had switched roles in the bedroom plenty of times. Usually, the rough fucking was left to Bakugo while, when Kirishima topped, it was more romantic and slow.

With the way Kirishima was talking, however, Bakugo had a feeling he was about to get the fucking of his life.

He was excited.

Kirishima's lips were on his, though it wasn't the sweet kiss he was used to the red head initiating. It was rough, his lip being tugged between razor sharp teeth, tasting copper when he nipped to hard.

"Ei…" he breathed out a moan.

"Oh? Now you want my attention? You slut. Getting all this attention in the bar. I bet you liked the attention from that hot guy, huh? Well, I'm going to fuck you until you don't even remember him. I'm going to fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my fucking name, you got that?" He roughly pulled Bakugo's belt off, unbuttoning his pants as he did. He ripped Bakugo's shirt off, buttons popping off and flying to the floor. As his shirt was pushed off his shoulders, he felt sharp teeth nipping at his neck and collar bone. He distantly heard whimpering and moaning, and he realized it was probably him whimpering and moaning. He felt his knees buckle.

"Ei, please," he heard himself whimper. Kirishima let out a predatory growl in his ear, yanking him off his feet. Bakugo felt his legs wrap around Kirishima's waist as the red head carried him to their bed.

Kirishima threw him down onto the mattress roughly. Before Bakugo could orient himself, Kirishima was behind him, yanking his pants off.

Laying naked, hands were suddenly off him as Kirishim rid himself of his own clothing.

"Look at you, waiting so patiently for daddy to take you. To punish you for being a bad boy tonight." Kirishima's words went straight to Bakugo's already leaking cock.

Holy shit, I want so much more of this from Ei.

Though, even in his drunken state, Bakugo wasn't going to submit that easily.

"Punish me? I'd like to see you try, Shitty Hair." He snapped, though his words sounded weak. Kirishima smirked.

"Oh? Like this?" He sat on the edge of the bed, yanking Bakugo until his stomach was resting on his knees, his face pressed into the mattress. Bakugo noticed, with a slight panic, what he was planning to do.

He hated how much he loved the thought.

Whap!

The second Kirishima's open hand came down onto Bakugo's cheek, Bakugo keened.

"Oh? Is somebody enjoying this?"

Whap!

"Such a naughty boy. You will never forget who you belong too, you understand that? You belong to me, and only me. You might be a slut, but you're my slut."

Whap!

Bakugo was whimpering openly now. He knew he sounded pathetic, he just didn't care.

"I want to hear you say it. Tell me who you belong to. Whose slut are you?"

Whap!

Tears welled in the corner of Bakugo's eyes. His ass cheeks stung, but he was loving every minute of this.

Whap!

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Yours!" Bakugo heard himself say, "I'm your slut!"

Whap!

"Try again."

Bakugo's mind was reeling.

"I'm your slut…daddy."

Whap!

"That's right, baby. Mine. You're my cock slut."

Kirishima's hand lingered this time, massaging into Bakugo's sore, red cheek. Bakugo's whimpering lessened, but didn't cease. His cock was aching to be touched, and he could feel Kirishima's hard cock on his stomach.

He felt Kirishina shift ever so slightly, leaning over to reach the drawer in the nightstand. He heard the cap of the club snap open, then close again.

Then, he felt cold fingers circling his entrance. His hips bucked up towards the fingers, wanting so much more.

Whap!

"Ah, ah, ah. Patience, baby. Naughty boys don't get what they want." Bakugo whimpered, but stilled his hips.

The cold fingers we back at his entrance, though not teasing this time. Kirishima wasted no time sliding two fingers all the way in, not waiting for Bakugo to adjust.

Bakugo let out a hiss, Kirishima working ruthlessly to open him up.

"Oh, baby, do you know how good you look with my fingers in your ass? Look at how desparate you are for me…" he felt Kirishina's cock twitch against his abs, leaking precum onto Bakugo's stomach.

Kirishima added a third finger, not even slowing in his ministrations to let Bakugo take in the sensory overload of the effects of the alcohol mixed with what Kirishima was currently doing to him.

Bakugo cried out as he felt Kirishima hit his bundle.of nerves just right, his fingers curling into his prostate.

Suddenly overwhelmed, Bakugo saw white flash across his sight, and his hips sporadically bucked forward as his release rushed over him, squirting onto the floor between Kirishima's legs as he was still bent over the other boys knees.

Kirishima's fingers never once hesitated.

"Did I tell you to cum, you slut?" If anything, Kirishima's fingers were working even faster now. Bakugo already felt himself getting hard again. God, he loved this.

"C'mere." He felt himself roughly being yanked up to a sitting position, Kirishima sitting him down forcefully onto his cock.

"Ah! Ei-hnnnggg," Bakugo couldn't stop the cry that fell from his lips as he sat down on Kirishima's cock.

"That's it, baby. Scream my name. That's the only name allowed to leave your lips, you understand me?"  Kirishina was grasping his hips so hard that he was going to have finger mark bruises when he woke up, but he didn't care. He loved the possessiveness that had seemingly taken over his boyfriend.

Kirishima held his hips still as he ruthlessly thrusted up into him at a pace that should have been considered too fast. For Bakugo, it wasn't nearly enough.

The only thing Bakugo was capable of doing was spilling different curses and variations of Kirishima's scrambled name from his lips in a series of incoherent moans.

"Are you gonna cum for me again, you slut?" Kirishima growled in his ear, grazing his teeth down Bakugo's ear lobe.

This sent Bakugo over the edge, his oragsm hitting Kirishima in the chest, his head resting on Kirishima's collar bone as he struggled to steady his breath.

"Oh, Kat…" was all the warning he got before he felt Kirishima empty himself deep into Bakugo.

They sat like that for a few moments, allowing themselves to come down from the high of their orgasms.

Finally, Kirishima lifted Bakugo off of him, both of them wincing, and laid Bakugo on the bed behind him.

"Oh, Kat. You were so good for me. So good. Are you okay?" Kirishima asked his partner softly.

Bakugo hummed in content, nodding into his pillow.

"Water," was all he could manage to croak. The whiskey was slowly wearing off and he was parched. Kirishima chuckled.

"Okay, babe. I'm gonna get the stuff to get you washed up, then I'll be back with some water, yeah?"

Bakugo nodded.

By the time Kirishima had returned with the water and a warm washcloth, Bakugo was passed out. He smiled softly to himself, placing the glass of water on the nightstand, moving to clean his boyfriend. He felt weird doing it while the blond was sleeping, but he knew he would get bitched at by the very hungover, explosive boy if he didn't clean him. Once he was finished, he chunked the cloth to the corner of the room, and settled in next to his boyfriend.

"Goodnight, my love," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Bakugo's forehead, as he drifted to sleep.