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

[CRYBABY]

Katsuki didn’t even bother responding to Kirishima’s question… of course he meant love it was written all over the blonds face. He continued wiping Ei’s tears away, his smile only growing bigger as this time his heart was full knowing these were joyful tears. Kirishima fucking loved him! Katsuki felt euphoric to the point where he was unaware of his aching chest or the feeling of guilt for lacking the courage to tell Kiri sooner. He was a fool for trying to hide his love for so long. Kirishima deserved to be loved and treated well and Bakugou could’ve done that for him all these years. This realization will come to haunt the blond later on but for now he will enjoy his reward.

Bakugou became hungry, ravenous at the addition of Eijirou’s hands on his sides. Oh how he longed for this touch.. this taste. His lips were soft, plump, delicious just like Katsuki always imagined. He lost the fight with himself to keep their first kiss sweet and chaste, instead he began nipping gently at Ei’s lips prompting them open… his right hand slowly descending to hold the others neck loosely as his left fell to Ei’s hip to pull him in deeper. He couldn’t get enough, Kirishima was a drug and he needed more. He had no idea just a kiss could get him so hard, make him whimper so low.

When they parted for a breath the blond realized what he had initiated and grinned wide. He began peppering kisses all over the corners of the faux red heads lips and his jawline, “I love you.” The blond said repeatedly between kisses. “You’re beautiful, Eiji… I’m a fucking idiot for not telling you how I felt sooner.”

[NicTheDjinn]

Each kiss that broke had another riding on the tail of the last till things suddenly ramped up. It seemed that he wasn't the only one that had been pining for what felt like forever, not with the way a single touch caused the damn keeping Bakugou's affection regulated to buckle under all the built-up pressure. He eagerly rose to meet the shift in energy, lips parting without hesitation when the wordless request to do so came. A pleased little whimper left him as his tongue met his newly established boyfriend's, relishing the sweetness of kisses he'd only dreamed about till now. Just like with the kisses, the rest of him offered no resistance when urged into motion. A hand at his neck kept him happily engaged in the kiss and another at his waist easily got him moving. Soon enough, Bakugou would find himself with a lap full of happy boyfriend, one thick thigh to either side of his slim waist.

If that weren't wonderful enough, Katsuki would find that he wasn't the only one with a bit of an... 'Issue'. Now crotch to crotch, the blond would be able to feel the heat of his arousal against him, the brunette growing wetter the longer they kissed. It was a little embarrassing to be aroused so easily, but after all this time with only his imagination and hand to keep him company, it wasn't all that surprising he'd be this eager. When given the chance to breathe, he panted softly, smile still pulling at his lips as he got many little kisses and the three little words he'd been longing desperately to hear.

"Love you too... I... I never thought... I-I'm sorry I never said anything before. I didn't think you want, ya know... Someone like me. You could do so much better... I love you so, so much, Kat!" The faux redhead slipped his arms around the blond and started to pull him into a hug that would have been tight, but to his credit, he froze as soon as he felt the brush of the other's chest. Right. They were here for a very specific reason. His cheeks flushed brightly up to his ears and he sat back again, back to being too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He laughed shyly, looking anywhere that wasn't his boyfriend. "You must still be hurting though. I, uh, I still want to help. I-if you want me to..."

[CRYBABY]

Katsuki was eager to explore the faux red heads mouth once he was given permission to do so... how pleasantly submissive Kirishima was being for the Explosive Hero. Their tongues danced perfectly against each other, and just when the blond thought things couldn't get any better, they did. Kirishima had climbed into his lap, his beautiful thighs straddling Katsuki while they continued their metaphorical dance. Bakugou whined as the heat of Kirishima's deepening arousal met his own, tightening the grip he had on his new boyfriend's hip in an attempt to calm his own hips from reacting. He felt like a teenage virgin all over again--though the only thing that had changed was his age--and it slightly irritated him. He was too eager, moving too quickly, and although Kirishima was clearly responsive to the blond, deep down he was a bit worried this was too much all at once for his boyfriend... he needed to be in control so things would go smoothly, go correctly, with consent and boundaries in place. As much as the Hero wanted to keep going, he mustered the courage to part and instead shower Eijirou with sweet affections.

There was nothing more satisfying than the weight of Kirishima on his lap, he made a mental note to tell the faux red head to do so more often. When they're watching TV, while Bakugou is reading, hell he would even hold the other in his lap as they ate if Kirishima wanted... oh, that brought the blond to the nice realization that Ei would be happy squirming in his lap while he ate. Bakugou needed to be careful before he started drooling over here. His pleasant thoughts interrupted however, "Eh?? Someone like you? The fuck do you mean, Ei?" he ran a thumb across the other's chin, "No one could rival you. You're strong, humble, brave, beautiful, and the manliest guy I know. Hell, Ei, you had the guts to confess to me while my dumbass was going to die with my feelings unknown." he leaned in to kiss his lips, soft and chaste this time, "How did I get so lucky? Eijirou Kirishima loves me? Dream come true."

Bakugou winced as his boyfriend went to hug him, reminded that his tits were full of fucking milk. Katsuki's cheeks warmed as he watched Kirishima cutely shy away from the offer to literally nurse from the blond. He grinned, a dark gleam in his eyes as he began to imagine how absolutely adorable Ei is going to look latched on to him...he held Ei gently by the chin guiding his eyes to stare into Katsuki's."I'd let you do anything you want to me." he ran his thumb against Ei's bottom lip softly, pulling it gently. "Help me, baby boy."

[NicTheDjinn]

While Kirishima was fairly well known for his confidence in his professional life and even to a lesser extent in his private life, Bakugou was a fairly well-known weak spot. The faux redhead was always at his softest around the blond and while he wasn't a pushover, he was certainly prone to yielding to him when the situation allowed for it. With no drawbacks, there was no reason for him not to let go and do whatever pleased not only himself, but his boyfriend. In this case, kissing each other breathless.

Boyfriend... Even the thought that the label now applied made his heart race. He'd wanted this for so long and had been so sure he would never have it. It was still so hard to believe it was happening, but it felt too real to be a dream. The blond's warmth, his hands on him, the hot, wet brush of their tongues... He'd dreamed of moments like these for literal years and this was far more real than any of those other times. Those dreams, nice as they had been, had fallen laughably short to how it felt to actually be with the blond.

The pace they rushed forward at was indeed quick, though 'too much' was arguable after denying himself for so very long. He would take anything he was offered at this point. There was little Bakugou could ask of him that he wouldn't eagerly comply with and this was something the blond would have to contend with in the future, though it wasn't obvious just yet. All the same, taking a moment to cool things off and bring them back down from the surge of emotion wasn't a bad choice. The faux redhead flushed sheepishly when confronted about his self-depreciation, pointed teeth biting his own lower lip as compliment after compliment was leveled on him. He really thought that highly of him?

"I'm the lucky one... Everyone knows how great you are, Katsuki... You're talented, smart, and gorgeous enough to turn heads in the street just by walking by. I'm just sort of average. You could do so much better." Ah... There it was. Eijirou was less looking at his own positives so much as measuring himself against those around him. This was particularly bad as one of the people he admired most was unfairly gifted with the ability to be good at anything he thought was worth his time, incredibly intelligent, had an amazing and eye-catching quirk, and had inherited his mother's runway model looks. What's more, it was hard for him not to compare himself to cisgender men and feel self-conscious about his body in that way as well, ironic as he had purposely designed his costume to show off his chest scars as a way to encourage and support other transfolk.

If he weren't embarrassed enough, the almost hug and the follow-up question he forced out of himself was a lot to handle. He was getting them back on track, sure, but was he moving them along too quickly? Would Katsuki actually want him to do something like that to him? He was so manly and breastfeeding was so inherently feminine, what if it was too much? He was snapped back into reality as a finger guided his chin up, scarlet eyes meeting the blond's own. His lips parted seemingly by instinct as a thumb traced them, permission being more than granted. Fuck, Katsuki couldn't possibly be sexier, could he?

A whimper left him at the endearment, the words tugging at something deep in him. His little brows pinched, breathing picking up at the thought of what he'd just gotten permission to do alone. He nodded almost mindlessly, the calm Bakugou had managed to instill with his little kisses thrown right out the window. "Just tell me if I hurt you." He urged before reluctantly lifting himself and shifting off the other's lap. He didn't move away, however, settling himself down to sit next to him instead before leaning so his weight was on his elbow and his side lay across the blond's thighs. Not the most comfortable position, but unless Bakugou laid down, he wouldn't really be able to reach any other way. He looked up then, hesitating for a final moment before looking down at the nipple in front of him. Taking a calming breath that didn't really work, he finally leaned in and wrapped his lips around the bud. His eyes fluttered shut with a pleased whimper at the first suck, but it was far from the only one. He settled right in to his task once he had started steady suckling interrupted only by the second it took him to swallow each mouthful.

[CRYBABY]

Boyfriend.. boyfriend. Katsuki’s lips curled into a genuine smile as he held Eijirou comfortably on his lap, massaging his hips lightly. It was almost surreal, Kirishima was his boyfriend now! Bakugou’s heart skipped every time he thought of the new title they shared.

“Don’t do that, Ei. Don’t put yourself down.” The blond gently pressed their foreheads together, his eyes never straying from the others. “You’re far from average, dummy. Not only are you one of the strongest, bravest Heroes, but you’re intelligent and tactile, too. Plus have you forgotten to look in a mirror lately? You have the most beautiful flowing hair, eyes that shine brighter than the stars, a smile that makes my knees weak and your body…fuck, Ei, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off after seeing you come out of the steaming bathroom with your hair wet and droplets of water littering your chest… you’re so goddamn sexy.” The blond pulled him in to a kiss, biting at his lips hungry. “You’ve been such a fucking tease all these years.. asshole.” He grinned, chuckling softly against Kirishima’s lips, hoping to have eased his boyfriends mind if only just a little.

He nodded, biting down on his bottom lip as he watched Kirishima get into position. With the sweet heat of Kirishima’s lips around his nipple, Bakugou let out a loud pleased gasp. The sound of Ei whimpering around his nipple made Katsuki’s heart beat so rapidly he was afraid Kirishima could hear it.

“Hng, Ei! Look at you..you’re so pretty, God, you’re so pretty… such a good boy.” He held Eijirou cradled against him, one of his hands pet the faux red heads long mane. The praise was easy to come by, not only because Katsuki was head over heels in love with his best friend now boyfriend, but also because the blond had never seen Kirishima so.. soft. So utterly sweet, vulnerable, delicate. And the sounds that escaped his pretty lips drove Bakugou crazy, his erection growing against Kirishima rapidly. Of course he couldn’t hold back his own pleasured moans at the relief he felt as Kirishima suckled his breast but also at their intimacy. This level of closeness he previously only experienced in his dreams. “Your lips—ah!—t-they feel so nice..fuck!” It was becoming increasingly more difficult to remain in control the more Eijirou pleasured him with his mouth, who knew the blond would be so turned on by such an innately feminine act. Bakugou’s hips began to roll gently against the other man as he chased some sort of relief for his aching arousal. “You sound like it tastes good, huh baby?” His hand moving away from the petting motion and instead nestling in the other’s hair to gently scratch his head.

If Katsuki was able to think straight he would be surprised with how calm and in control of this situation he was so far. His mind was a tornado of anxiety as he was afraid of messing up. He had little idea of what Kirishima liked aside from that he seemed to really enjoy kissing and he whimpered cutely when Bakugou used endearments. Bakugou was determined to learn..he so badly wanted to see Ei teary eyed and squirming from stimulation whenever the blond was given the chance to do so. His cheeks were on fire as he looked down lovingly at his boyfriend, watching him in such a pleasurable state was almost enough to have Katsuki cumming in his pants.

[NicTheDjinn]

When told not to put himself down he got out a single "But..." before the blond continued, Eijirou quieting down as their foreheads touched, not wanting to interrupt. He could feel his cheeks warm, losing himself in his boyfriend's eyes and the kindness of his words. How was he so lucky...? "I love you so much..." The confession was said in a dreamy huff and the moment he realized he did it was impossible to miss, a second of stiffness before he was ducking his head and laughing sheepishly. He'd held onto these feelings for so long and now that he was allowed to have them he couldn't seem to keep them in anymore. He barely had time to squeeze in his moment of shyness before he was being kissed breathless again, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed right back.

When given a moment, he was smiling all over again. "Did you really touch yourself to the thought of me that often? I mean, I did it a lot too, but me and shirts have a shaky relationship. I didn't mean to be a tease, I promise I didn't do it on purpose. Would you prefer I just skip the clothes altogether and let it all hang out for you after I shower?" While he was purposely being a tease in saying that, it wasn't exactly untrue, he really would opt to go naked if that's something the blond wanted him to do. If nothing else, the teasing meant that Katsuki had succeeded in getting him to settle down about his self-esteem, at least for now. It had been a long time project and having been sure of Bakugou's disinterest had hurt his progress, but hopefully that would improve soon.

Settling into position he quickly lost himself to what he was doing. He'd never felt himself sink down into a headspace like this before. He felt relaxed and safe, eyes half-lidded and making happy little contented sounds as he nursed. The fingers in his hair felt lovely and helped to further soothe him into his task. Not that he looked at it as work, he was clearly enjoying himself. If how happy looked suckling away wasn't enough of an indicator, then the persistent tent in his pants made that clear enough. The milk was sweet and rich, he couldn't get enough of it, drunk on the thought of the pleasure and relief he was causing. Even when the sweetness seemed to run out, he reached up with a hand to gently rub, trying to coax the last drops out.

"I love it... You taste so good!" As if to prove his point, he was shifting again, this time to the blond's other side and once again lining up, this time with the neglected nipple. He circled his tongue around it for a bit, pressing kisses there to encourage the nipple to perk up for him. "So good... You're so sexy, Kat! I've wanted you for so long... It's hard to believe you're finally mine." He murmured against the sensitive nub before finally taking it into his mouth like he had the first one. Like before he was happy to hunker down and drain him, swallowing down each mouthful happily. Unlike before, he squirmed a little, reaching down and failing to be subtle about how he started to rub himself through his pants.

[CRYBABY]

Katsuki smirked, lightly punching his boyfriend on the chest as he held him close. Of course Eijirou hadn't intended to tease the blond all these years. Ei was sweet, kindhearted, and mostly aloof so there was no way he even considered that Katsuki was head over heels for him and decided to do that on purpose.. Bakugou could forgive him under one condition: "Skip the clothes from now on and I'll forgive you for all those years of torment." he chuckled, pressing his lips against the faux red-heads in a gentle peck. He was glad nonetheless that it seemed as if Eijirou was feeling a little more confident in himself; all Bakugou ever wanted was for his best friend turned crush turned boyfriend to be happy. It's what he deserved.

Katsuki listened contently to Eijirou's cute sounds as the faux red-head sucked him dry, allowing his own moans to fill the room, his head lolling against his shoulders despite his desperate attempts to keep his visual on Kirishima. Hanging his head back in utter euphoric pleasure was inevitable. Nothing felt better than this, Katsuki was sure of it, he ached torturously for days with the fullness of his breasts that the relief was more than welcome. And after such a sweet confession of his undying affections for his best friend...this was exactly what Heaven was like he was sure of it.

Katsuki couldn't help but let out a growl when Ei commented on his taste, goose bumps running through his body as his boyfriend readjusted himself and began nursing on his other breast. "I'm yours, Ei, all yours." he reassured while Eijirou went to work on relieving him. Katsuki could feel his boyfriend squirm in pleasure, low happy sounds filling his ears with bliss had the blond looking down at his boyfriend lovingly only for a dangerous sight to take hold. Kirishima was obviously aroused and not in the right state to hide it given his not-so-subtle current hand gesture. "You're doing so good, Ei.. let me take care of you, baby.." his voice was soft and gentle with a hint of nerves while he moved his hand to replace Ei's. He began rubbing him through his pants just like he saw Ei doing, hoping that this felt good for the faux red-head. His palms began to sweat a little more than normal, he was clearly nervous, irrationally afraid that Kirishima wouldn't like his touch or that he wouldn't be able to give his new boyfriend the satisfaction he deserved. Nevertheless the blond was determined to try.