Kiribaku Oneshots

TLC

CW: lesbian KrBk, some fluff, maybe a smidgen of pussy eating and/or tiddy sucking, switching dom/sub roles, subspace, oral fixation

Whenever either of them have a rough day, or even if both of them do, they have specific routines they follow to help each other wind down. Favorite foods, favorite shows, face masks and a bubble bath, or simply just cuddling in bed are all formulas they use to cheer up. But sometimes, only one thing will do...ok, maybe two things, but they're both an indisputable panacea for any rough day. The first time it happened for either of them was one night early in their third year. Kirishima had been gone all day because Fatgum had needed her to help out more at the agency since his usual day shift sidekicks were out for various reasons, so she and Amajiki, who had decided to start his hero career working for Fatgum after graduating, had their hands full with barely any stopping. Luckily, Toyomitsu made sure they were fed, and paid very well for all their help, but by the time she got back to UA, she was utterly, physically and mentally, exhausted. Bakugou knew that she'd be tired when she got back, and despite it being well past her own bedtime, she had stayed up to make sure her girlfriend came back to a comfortable environment. She had put fresh sheets on the bed, gotten her shower caddy and towels ready, and laid out her favorite pajamas, and sat on the bed, ready to help her unwind when she got back. She had almost nodded off when she heard the click of the door opening.
"Katsuki?" a tired voice says, snapping her out of almost-sleep. Bakugou yawns, blinking tiredness away to see her girlfriend standing in the doorway.

Just as she expected, she looked exhausted. The pristine spikes that usually framed a crown atop her head had lost their height. Parts of her hero outfit stuck out of their case, probably lazily packed. Her gears and mask hung off her arm, almost neglected, and her skin looks clammy with sweat and maybe even a little dirt. An ice pack with a familiar looking sticker is pressed to her shoulder, presumably nursing a bruise, and a shark-print bandaid brandishes her cheek. She looks about ready to collapse, absentmindedly letting the door close behind her, and somehow locking it without the blonde even noticing.
"Hey, Eiji," Bakugou greets her, stretching her body to keep it awake for just a bit longer. "I figured you'd be tired when you got back so..." Kirishima saw her girlfriend's lips moving, but she wasn't listening. A quick cursory glance around the room told her everything, but all she cared about was Katsuki. Her girlfriend, her best friend, her favorite person ever was here; she was there to love her and take care of her and help her blow off steam, and right now, as her eyes pan down over her gorgeous body, she can only think of one thing that will help clear her head. In an instant, everything she was carrying dropped to the floor. In the next instant, her hands were on her girlfriend's waist, pulling her into an almost bruising kiss. Bakugou's eyes snapped open as she was interrupted mid-sentence, fluttering closed as she melts into the sudden passionate kiss, her hands haphazardly grasping at the roots of a greasy red wolf cut.

Before she can process much else, the back of her knees hit the bed and she's manhandled until she's looking up at hungry eyes and a slack, shark-toothed jaw from where she lays on the bed. She can feel the heat that had bloomed across her cheeks and the beginnings of arousal between her legs.
"Wha...th-the fuck's gotten into you?" she asks, stumbling over her words in her flustered state. She swears to god, she hears her girlfriend growl.
"'Need to blow off some steam," Kirishima almost snarls. No trace of anger, just pure, feral hunger. Bakugou can't even think of a response before a strong hand grips the collar of her loose black tank top and hardens before ripping it open, fingers like knives cutting through the fabric like butter to expose her chest. She makes a mental note to thank herself from twenty minutes earlier for having the insight to take off her bra before her girlfriend got back. Before her brain can even remember to tell the redhead off for ruining her shirt, she notices that the red in her eyes has vanished, making her look like a cat who had rolled around in too much catnip, gaze focused solely on her tits. "Fuck," the redhead sighs, practically drooling at the sight of her chest, creamy pale skin and rosy pink nipples looking every single bit as delicious as when she first saw them. She comes down, tongue falling out of her mouth to lick over a perky little rosebud with the entire flat of her tongue before latching on, being careful so her teeth don't break perfect skin.