Bakugou’s Time of the Month (Trans!Kiri x Cis!Baku)

[CRYBABY]

Bakugou snickered, Ei was right, there was no reason for him to worry about physical injury for the other as long as he was able to keep his hardening up, but deep down the blonde worried nonetheless. He couldn’t help it, their work was dangerous and if anything happened to Kirishima he would just blame himself for not having been there for his friend. “Sure you don’t.” He poked fun at Ei a little longer, half heartedly imagining that Kiri might actually worry about him blowing his hands off to some extent. He was right not to be concerned as the Explosion Hero hadn’t met a villain that required him to overexert his quirk in that way.

“Tch. Yeah, well, you seem fine anyway.” His poor attempt at dismissing his concern. His concern was unfounded, he knew that, Red Riot was literally sitting here in front of him, eating dinner happily and bothering him about a massage but Bakugou would be lying if he said he never laid awake at night when Kirishima had to work an overnight patrol with worry in his heart that something would go wrong and Ei would be pushed into Unbreakable mode for far too long. Katsuki never forgave himself for not being there when Kirishima went up against Rappa and Tengai back in UA.

“You would eat a shoe if marinated in Teriyaki sauce.” He teased back, giving Ei a small smile in the form of tilted lips at the cute little dance he was rewarded with for cooking. Honestly, this had been the cutest Kiri has been in a little while, normally he would give a dance or two, a happy chatter about the food, but today Bakugou almost felt spoiled with the amount of attention Ei was showing his cooking. He continued eating as he listened to Kirishima recount the events of his day, he really enjoyed listening to the other talk about literally anything, and boy could Kirishima talk. “Did the dumbass not know he was up against the Red Riot?”

“Good.” There, nice and simple. Though it probably didn’t help his cause that he hadn’t at least tried to deny Ei’s claims of his injury. He would finish up, do the dishes, and go to bed.. that was the plan at least.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, looks like he wasn’t going to have a peaceful dinner after all. He didn’t say anything at first, just continued to eat cautiously. Kirishima was right, he wasn’t going to feel any better unless some of this tension was gone. He trusted his best friend, not to mention if he didn’t fold soon he may have been subjected to Ei’s puppy dog face, and he honestly didn’t want to worry the other. His chest was throbbing even more so since he bumped himself and he was becoming actively concerned for his own well-being. Besides, it’s not as if Kiri harbored any feelings towards him, that was clear, so having his totally platonic friend rub and massage his tits wasn’t going to be a big deal at all, he was clearly overthinking that piece. All he had to do was give the faux red head a time limit… Yeah, that was a good compromise. “If I give you 10 minutes to massage me will you leave me alone?”

[NicTheDjinn]

"Alright, maybe a little, but I know you can take care of yourself just fine. You're my best friend man, I don't want anything bad happening to you." He shrugged a little, trying to ignore the way 'best friend' hurt a little. Bakugou was his best friend, but... He wanted so much more than that. When would he finally get over these feelings? It was ridiculous! If someone as bold as Bakugou hadn't confessed by now, he wasn't going to. He'd aimed to high like he always did, that's all. Bakugou deserved the best, he would never settle for less and 'the best' wasn't what Kirishima was. It was as simple as that. Why settle for 'half a man', right?

"I'm fine. Promise." He assured, shooting him a toothy smile just to really sell how good he was. Bakugou need not worry about his mental state. It's not like it was bad anyway. He just got a little sad sometimes. Everyone got a little sad sometimes, it was normal! He couldn't help laughing when his eagerness to eat was poked fun at. "Leather is edible. Besides, if it was cooked by you, I'm sure it would be delicious." While it's absolutely true that leather is technically edible, the fact that he knew that was worrying. Worse, he was quite serious about the endorsement in Bakugou's ability to cook it, should it for some reason need to be done.

He could feel his cheeks warming even as he ducked his head shyly. While he knew he was a good hero and had done pretty well for himself so far, the fact that Bakugou seemed to think he should have been intimidating by reputation alone was incredibly flattering. "Heh... Guess not." He mumbled modestly, trying not to focus too hard on how Katsuki thinking so highly of him made his heart flutter like it was. He was failing pretty bad and that wasn't helping his cheeks not get adorably pink. He was sure Bakugou would just assume he was embarrassed or something, it'll be fine.

Thankfully the subject changed, if less than gracefully, but he couldn't help it. If Katsuki's shoulders were just stiff or something, he wouldn't be pushing so hard, but he'd not only visibly flinched, but vocalized his pain. Whatever it was that was going on with him, it was enough to be cause for concern. As it was, he was fully prepared to bludgeon the blond with friendship till he agreed to see a doctor if things didn't improve. At first, he was met with silence, which honestly wasn't out of place. He knew he'd either be met with an argument or silence so he simply waited. Bakugou was thinking and he would let him have the time he needed to decide how he wanted to move forward with this.

He didn't have to wait too overly long before he was given his answer and it wasn't the simple agreement he'd been hoping for which meant it was time to haggle. Dammit... "Kat, I'm good with my hands, not magic. Besides, tension doesn't just come from one spot either. I should spend at least half an hour, but... Give me twenty minutes?" He'd push for 15 if this failed, but maybe he would get lucky. He knew that just giving his pectorals a nice rub wasn't going to cut it. He should be working his trapezius, latissimus dorsi, and serratus anterior at the very least. The sternocleidomastoid wouldn't hurt either... He'd really like to do his arms and hands entirely, but he'd have to be more selective if he couldn't get the time he was haggling for.

[CRYBABY]

“Likewise.” Bakugou was known for short, to the point responses by nature but this one held a little more weight for if the Hero said anything more he might end up blurting something out that he would regret later. Best friend? How about boyfriend? I like you, you idiot!! His thoughts nearly screeched in his head. He enjoyed being Kirishima’s best friend but being reminded of his friend zone status was something that irritated the blond. If only he had the balls to tell him at UA, at least then the rejection would’ve been easier to get over.. now though? It would ruin everything, take everything he loved away from him and he wasn’t willing to let go. Best friends was good, he reminded himself, he will always be here for you no matter what.. well until he really finds someone to love. The blonds heart nearly broke at the thought but he pushed it aside. That day would come and he would just have to be okay with it.

He nodded in acknowledgement of Ei’s assurance. Bakugou let a grin grace his pretty features “Oh? And how do you even know that?” He was flattered but really hoped that Kirishima hadn’t resorted to eating leather at some point. Sounded disgusting.

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly as he held back a genuine smile.. Kirishima was.. blushing so deeply.. was he flattered? Embarrassed? Katsuki couldn’t tell, all he knew is he wanted to see Ei’s face bright pink like this more often. He looked so soft.. so fucking cute that Bakugou wanted to reach over the table and press their needy lips together. He wondered how sweet his kiss would taste, if Kiri would let him explore his mouth with his tongue, what his hands felt like exploring the faux red heads tight body… fuck. Bakugou was down bad for this man. He brought himself back before he was lost in thought. He so badly wanted to see how far he could push the other.. at what point would Kirishima look like a pretty strawberry.

Bakugou scowled at the counter offer.. 30 minutes?! Ei wanted 30 minutes to massage his body?! Katsuki wasn’t sure he could keep a boner down that long, fuck. Well, 20 minutes didn’t sound too bad.. but 15 sounded better.. cut it nice in half. He sat quietly for a few moments before the scowl disappeared and he stood up grabbing his plate. “Fine. 20 and that’s it.” He extended his hand for Kirishima to hand over his empty plate as well. “I’ll be done in 30.” He would pack their lunch for tomorrow and clean up the dishes and kitchen or relaxing would be almost impossible.

[NicTheDjinn]

Despite the incredibly short response, he looked incredibly pleased to hear it. He spoke Bakugou quite fluidly at this point and understood he meant it, even if he wasn't saying it in so many words. If he didn't he wouldn't have said as much, simple as that. He felt so wonderfully warm inside. It felt nice when they had these little conversations where they reaffirmed their love for each other, even if it wasn't in the flavor he wanted it to be. Bittersweet was still at least in part sweet. He wouldn't trade their bond for anything in the world. Well... Except maybe a friends to lovers arch, but that only ever happened in sappy romance novels and romantic comedies.

He couldn't help bursting out laughing as his knowledge about the ability to consume leather was questioned, nearly choking on his drink. He coughed through his laughter, but replied as soon as his body was done trying to die. "Sero said something really similar to what you just said and at the time I just laughed, but Kaminari got all contemplative and all super serious asked, 'Can you eat leather?' We looked it up on the internet and yeah, apparently it's perfectly safe to eat leather. The chemicals it may have been treated with is all you have to worry about." Of all the useless knowledge for him to retain from their high school days...

He released the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, beaming a smile to his friend as he was allowed the twenty minutes he'd requested. "Yeah, yeah I can manage in that time I think. I mean, if you want me to continue when our time is up, I totally can." He baited, handing his plate over and standing up, downing the last of his drink before handing the glass over as well. "I'll get the stuff I need while you finish up and meet you in your room." He announced, sure enough heading down the hall to the bedrooms. Ducking into his own first he did exactly what he said he would, gathering up everything he thought he might need to make the most of what little time he had been given. Despite the fact that he had half an hour, he hurried to get everything and set up so he would have enough time to properly do so.

By the time Bakugou ventured to his room, he would find the door resting on its jam, though not completely closed so as to make it clear he was free to enter. Why the door had been closed that much at all was made clear as soon as he entered. The overachieving bastard had set up an oil defuser and now the room smelled soothingly of lavender. On his night table sat a little bottle of oil which one could assume would be used for the massage itself and next to that was Kirishima's phone, the screen displaying a timer that read '00:20:00'. Kirishima himself was sitting on the side of the bed next to the nightstand and amusingly couldn't seem to bring himself to look up at the blond.

Apparently, he'd had enough time to think about exactly what he was about to do and it had gotten to him, judging by the blush that colored his cheeks, up to his ears, and all the way down to his shoulders. "Uh... Ready? Oh, um, you'll need to take your shirt off." Could you die of embarrassment? Eijirou was starting to worry that it might be a thing he could do. Why? Why had he only just realized that he had more or less convinced his best friend and crush to let him grope his fucking tits?! Sure, that wasn't what he was actually doing and he was honestly doing it to help ease his pain, but STILL!

[CRYBABY]

Bakugou sat patiently with an amused grin on his face while Kirishima almost literally died of laughter. “Tch. Of course it had to do with those two idiots.” Katsuki was harsh at times but he loved his friends dearly, which of course included Pikachu and Tape Dispenser. Although he liked spending time with his friends he could almost literally feel his brain cells die when Kaminari spoke especially when Sero was around to encourage it.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ei.” It wasn’t much of a warning, just a reminder that he most definitely will not be extending the massage for any reason. Bakugou nodded and began his nightly chores.

Once he has finished he reluctantly headed towards his bedroom. He gently but firmly opened the door that rested on the jam to reveal one of the cutest, most thoughtful things anyone has ever done for the blond. Kirishima had taken his time to set the ambiance and sorta make it feel like he was getting a professional massage. There was one thing that caught the blond off guard, however, and that was Kiri seemed to be avoiding looking at him. Well, fuck. As it just dawned on the hero that he was too busy worrying about his crush that he didn’t realize how uncomfortable Kirishima must be, perhaps in a different way than the blond, and he was too polite to say anything, caring only that the blond felt better he insisted on something that he didn’t even want to do. Of course he wouldn’t want to be here massaging the others chest. But he knew if Ei was this insistent then nothing was going to stop him.

He gently removed his shirt cautious not to brush his throbbing chest and overly sensitive nipples. He sat there a bit confused as he wasn’t sure how this worked… would he lay down and Ei hover over him? Would Ei straddle him like in the movies? He had never had a massage before, like he would ever allow someone he didn’t know that level of intimacy. He tried avoiding looking at Ei assuming this might make him feel a bit more comfortable. “So do I just lay down?”

[NicTheDjinn]

"Of course, it had to do with them. I'm pretty sure we almost killed Mina when she asked us what was going on when she found us all huddled around Kaminari's phone. She laughed hard and long enough that she couldn't breathe!" Fond memories from a simpler time in their lives... He missed the days when he lived with his classmates and could so regularly and easily visit and hang out with them. Still, life went on and he was both proud and happy for his friend's accomplishments, even if they had to be far away to do it. He'd have to text them about it later, just to see if they too remembered the silly little memory.

"We'll see! Who knows, you may find you like it more than you think." He teased back before hurrying off to get everything set up. A pity that as soon as he was done with the busy work and was just waiting for the lavender to fill the room and Bakugou to join him that he realized exactly what he was about to do. Why couldn't he ever think things through before he threw himself headfirst into something? After pestering the blond so much about it he couldn't even back out of it, even if he wanted to. A part of him very guiltily didn't want to though. He felt a little guilty about it, but when would he get another chance to touch Bakugou like this again?

Katsuki made his way into the room in what felt like both too quickly and after an eternity of waiting. He forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. Don't make this weird. You're just helping a bro out. No big deal. "Not yet, just sit with me a sec. I can't go too slow if I only have twenty minutes, but I want to do your arms and shoulders first before getting to your chest." He managed to get that out with a surprisingly steady voice, finally forcing himself to look up at his friend, motioning to where he should sit.

Once he had him settled in, he reached out take the bottle of oil and pour a little out onto a hand then rubbing them together to warm it up. Then he did his best to confidently take one of Bakugou's hands in both of his own. Before he could think too much about that, he started to work, thumbs firmly rubbing at the back of his hand to start. Normally he wouldn't use quite this much pressure, but he realized he was working on someone who focused a lot of training on his hands, arms, and upper body. With this much corded muscle, a gentle little rub wasn't going to do much. "Let me know if anything is uncomfortable, okay?" Honestly? Now that he was working, it was a lot easier and he felt less embarrassed with his inability to overthink. He needed to focus on what he was doing after all. Though his cheeks were still a little pink, he seemed to have recovered, more or less. "There were a few oils I considered, but settled on cloves. It helps with pain relief and has a warming effect that helps relax muscles. Clove smells nice with caramel too. I don't think the scent should linger long enough for someone to be able to smell it tomorrow, but even if they do, you'll smell nice." Considerate as always... Seems Kirishima had really put thought into this and was putting in his best effort.

[CRYBABY]

“I never understood how she could put up with you guys as much as she did.” He smiled, reminiscing about the good times from high school really made the blonde heart full. Though a part of him felt a little guilty, a little shameful about the way he handled some situations when he was young. He was noticeably a different person from the kid he was back then and part of him wonders how things would have been different.. better… if he had just used proper emotion regulation techniques.

Katsuki was relieved that Ei wanted to start with his hands, arms, and shoulders, it would be much easier for the blond to adjust if Kirishima slowly worked his way to Bakugou’s chest. Admittedly this was to Ei’s advantage as the blond may be more relaxed and willing to compromise further with a longer massage window by the time Kirishima moved to his chest. He nodded and sat how Kirishima wanted.

The scent of the room crowded Katsuki’s sense of smell in a pleasant way. The soothing lavender scent combined with Ei’s masterful touch had the blond’s eyes closed while he stifled a whimper. Man, if Kirishima could make his hands feel this good he was a tad bit worried about his.. reaction to this sensation on his chest. He already knew he would be jerking off in the bathroom like some fucking middle schooler by the end of this but he would be absolutely mortified if his his arousal showed in any form while Ei was working him. He suspected Kirishima wasn’t too keen on this to begin with from the embarrassed blush and initial avoidance of eye contact that he didn’t want to do anything to make it worse on his best friend.

He grunted on acknowledgment. How could this most perfect situation make Katsuki uncomfortable in any way? Everything was perfect, honestly.. Kirishima really did have magic hands. The room was calming and dim, the oil smelled nice, and he was in quite the close, intimate proximity of his crush. Crush? No, that was childish. He was in close, intimate proximity with the man he loved.

“You really thought this through, Red.” His voice barely above a whisper as he enjoyed the hand massage. If he were to open his eyes he would notice that Ei’s blush had subsided for the most part as the faux redhead focused on his work. He allowed himself to let out a relieved sigh in an effort to inform the other that he was doing a good job.

[NicTheDjinn]

"That woman has the patience of a saint and the soul of a mother bear. She'll put up with anything, but if someone hurts any of us, you included, she'd rip that person's heart out with her teeth." A bit of an exaggeration, sure, but she had threatened to melt people into puddles before. She didn't actually do it and he was sure it was a hollow threat, but the threat had been there all the same.

Once they were settled in and he was finally working, things went much smoother. It honestly made happy that Katsuki could feel so comfortable so quickly. He'd been so reluctant to allow this before, probably embarrassed about the whole chest rubbing thing, which he could understand, but already he was getting comfortable with the situation. Now it was just a waiting game to see if he would stay that way once he finished with his arms. For now, he decided it would be best to focus on one thing at a time. Turning the hand in his over and gave that very dangerous palm a nice rub, thumbs working over it and the heal of his palm to relax what were surely overworked muscles. "I wanted this to be good for you. I've done it for a couple of our friends, but mostly I do this for myself. Sometimes you just need to spoil yourself after a long day, ya know? Massages don't feel as nice when you do them on yourself, but it still helps a lot."

From there, he started to work his way up his wrist and forearm, encouraged by the content sighs or sounds he earned himself. He wondered if Katsuki would let him do this for him more. Surely his arms and shoulders would be much happier to get a little love back for all the hard work they put in for the blond. While Bakugou was very conscious of his limits, he had a tendency of pressing right up against those limits fairly often. Working the pain and tension back out would surely be good for him. As he made his way all the way up to the elbow and past to his bicep and even shoulder he was tempted to comment, but he thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was to break Katsuki out of his relaxed state and risk losing ground. Best to just let him enjoy it and bring it up later when he was receptive.

Moving across he gave both of his trapezii a nice rub but didn't linger for long, instead taking up Bakugou's other hand and starting the whole process all over again. As he worked, he grew more comfortable with the whole thing himself, taking pleasure in the fact he was helping the blond in general, let alone in something as serious as pain management. His fingers slowed for a moment as he looked over at him for a moment only to find himself stuck. There he was eyes blissfully closed, expression slack and beautiful. So beautiful... Before he lost himself, he forced himself to look away and focus on working his way upwards, muscle by muscle.

[CRYBABY]

“I’d like to see that.” He teased, knowing Ei was exaggerating but he wasn’t wrong. Mina was definitely the groups so-called mom friend. She had always been the one to make sure everything went smoothly, working collateral damage when Pikachu pissed the blond off to the point of him chasing him down the common room. Bakugou wouldn’t hurt the boy, he just wanted to scare him.. however no matter what the blond did Kaminari came back for more.

Katsuki was surprised at how quickly he became comfortable with the whole situation. Maybe it was the soothing lavender scent filling the room or perhaps it was Kiri’s magic fingers. He wasn’t too sure, but he was sure that he wouldn’t be opposed to another hand massage down the line… not that he would ever ask for it, though. Bakugou let out many pleased sighs at the way Kiri worked his palms. God his hands were so stiff from work he had no idea loosening them would feel so brand new. “Tch. Could always ask me.” His way of offering to massage Ei, not only in a sort of repayment way but more to service the faux red head as he enjoyed doing with other things like cooking and laundry. He had no idea how to massage but Bakugou Katsuki was a quick learner and oh so competitive… he was going to be No.1 at anything he did.

As Kirishima’s magic hands lead up to the Hero’s shoulders he had to stifle a pleased moan. Bakugou was annoyed at himself for not even realizing how his shoulders were so tight… damm this felt so good. He didn’t want to be anymore louder than a small sigh as to not freak Ei out. He couldn’t let the other even speculate he may have feeling more than friendship or he would ruin everything.

As Ei finished with one arm and went on to the other, Katsuki sat breathing easy and content with his eyes closed, simply enjoying the motion until suddenly he realized how close it was to Kirishima rubbing his chest. He tensed slightly, hoping the faux red head hadn’t noticed the change, and tried talking some sense into himself. It’s going to be fine, really, this is nothing more than a platonic friend helping friend situation. Kirishima already made that known when he told the blond he had massaged their friends before. This was not something special just for the blond. It meant nothing other than a friend wanting the best for him. Mina, Sero, Kaminari.. hell maybe even Deku would do the same.. wouldn’t they?

[NicTheDjinn]

He couldn't help but laugh at the response he got. "I bet you would!" He shot back, the words half laughed in of themselves. While Sero was their level-headed, balancing force, Mina was definitely the one that had more direct control over the group's energy. If they needed to by hyped up or have that energy redirected, she was usually the one on top of it. He'd always admired that about her... She was such a wonderfully positive force, even in the middle of conflict. It was inspiring!

Everything was going so well! He continued to firmly rub sore and tense muscles till he could feel them relax and give under his care. Like before, he lingered only long enough to make sure everything was nice and relaxed before moving on, hyper-aware of how limited his time was. He worked his way back up to his shoulder again and once again gave his shoulders a nice rub, this time lingering as his arms were done. Five or so each. Not nearly as long as he'd like to spend on them, but he wanted to devote at least ten minutes to work the other's poor chest. He rubbed with his thumbs over his trapezii to further relax them before his thumbs moved up onto his neck. The pressure was carefully applied on either side of his trachea so as not to restrict his breathing in the slightest.

"Alright... Lay down for me and get comfortable. Just relax, I got you. It's okay if you fall asleep while I work. Just close your eyes and enjoy it." He encouraged, removing his hands and even standing up to allow Bakugou all the space he could need to lay himself on the bed. Once he was settled again, the faux redhead once warmed up some more oil, as he had periodically for both his arms and finally, with as much confidence as he could muster. This was it. He was going to rub his best friend's and long time love interest's chest. Holy shit. Keep it professional, Eijirou, don't make it weird.

With a calming breath that he hoped would be subtle enough to go unnoticed, he set to work. He started to rub firmly with his fingertips, starting right under his collar bone. Slowly he started to work his way down, frowning a little. As he worked, his embarrassment and anxiety were quickly replaced by concern. This didn't feel right. He knew what muscle felt like under his hands, even swollen muscle, and this wasn't it. Swollen muscles felt firm, but they still had a natural amount of give. The further down he got, the harder it felt, unnaturally so. What would even cause this?

On top of all that, Bakugou's reactions weren't reassuring either. While working all the tension and knots out of his arms and shoulders, he'd clearly been enjoying it. Sometimes massages involved a little pain to relax the muscle you were working on, but Bakugou was not the type to whine about something hurting, even when something extreme like a broken bone was involved. He reacted, sure, but to something like this? He felt tense all over again and he was clearly in pain. What was going on? Was he making it worse? Still... He wasn't being told to stop yet. Then again Katsuki might not out of pride... He'd keep it up for a little while to see if he could figure out what was going on and relieve some of his pain in the process, but he wouldn't push too much longer, not with these reactions.

He worked at a steady pace till he'd reached the swell of the other's breasts and this was definitely were the flesh under his fingers felt the most unnaturally hard. What was going on... He'd never even heard of something like this before. Maybe he should insist Bakugou be seen by a doctor... Even as he thought this, he used his thumbs to rub from the sternum outwards towards the nipples with the intention of moving over and past them only to freeze, breath catching. Something white had pearled up at each of his nipples only to trickle down over the swell of his pectorals till it pooled a bit in the space between his thumbs and palms.

"Uh... Bakubro...?" He murmured in his anxiety, removing his hands and curiously looking at one of them. Bringing one hand in close, he sniffed it and concluded two things. One, it didn't smell gross like an infection which was a huge relief. Two, he was familiar with this scent. Before he could think it through any further, he swiped some of it up with his tongue before it could crawl its way down his wrist his breath catching. "Milk...?" He blurted out thoughtlessly. Not just any milk either. It was richer and sweeter than any he'd had, literally the tastiest he'd ever sampled. He really needed to stop doing things without thinking first as the next moment he was casually lapping the rest off his hand and then moving right on to cleaning up the delicious mess on the other.