Kiribaku Oneshots

"Say it again...please."

Yo. In the mood for a teeny bit of angst.

Edit: It's sadder if you read it while listening to 'Mr. Loverman' by Ricky Montgomery.

CW: angst, fighting, Soft sex, makeup sex, sad/happy crying, TopBaku, BottomKiri

It was normal for all couples to fight, and sometimes a couple just needed a bit of space. That's what happened a few days ago. Neither of them can even remember what they were fighting about in this moment, but it had made them angry and sad and hurt enough that Katsuki felt the need for space, and Eijiro agreed a bit too quickly in the heat of the moment. So Katsuki went to stay with Deku and Halfie for a little bit. He'd prefer to stay with them. If he told his parents he and Eijiro had had a fight, the hag would be all over him, and he didn't need that in that moment. The first night he had been gone, the both of them were too angry to miss each other. The second night, they were still a bit angry, but more...sad. They always hated it when they fought. Their friends talked to each of them individually, trying to help where they could, but never trying to act for them. They knew the two had to work it out themselves. Katsuki didn't sleep as well without "Goodnight, I love you" whispered to him. Eijiro was restless. The bed was too big. By the third night, they were weighed down by guilt, wishing that they hadn't fought at all and just talked to each other. They both cried, and missed the warmth of each other's arms, and the beating of their hearts, and the gentle rise and fall of their chests. By the fourth night, enough was enough, and they just missed each other. They wanted each other back. They wanted to apologize. They wanted to say "I love you" again.

Eijiro has one shoe on to go get him when there's a knock on the door. Katsuki didn't know why he didn't just go in. He had brought his keys. Maybe he was just...dare he say it, scared. The door swung open, and red met red, quickly becoming cloudy. Barely a word was spoken before Katsuki was yanked inside, back into their home, and into his boyfriend's arms. He's a bit slow to retaliate, surprised by the quick affection at first, then relieved. Tears spill down their cheeks as they clutch each other as tightly as they can. As close as they can. It's not enough. Not nearly enough. Eijiro pulls back enough to bring his hands to his cheeks. He looks him over for a moment, making sure that he's real before pressing gentle, but meaningful kisses all over his face. He brings their lips together as tears spill down their cheeks. They had missed the warmth, the rush of adrenaline. But it's still not enough. There's a yearning for skin on skin that they can feel as they try to press closer against each other. Their clothes are in the way. They need to be so, so much closer. Their hands are quick and clumsy, fumbling with buttons and zippers and hems as they try to spend as little time as possible away from each other's touch. Not here. Too open.
"Bed," one of them says, not really paying attention to who said what. Their kisses become passionate and sloppy, their tongues lazily exploring each other's mouths to make sure they hadn't changed in what felt like forever since they'd seen each other. They don't know or care how they make it to the bed. All that matters is that they can feel each other's skin, the rush of blood and adrenaline making them need to be closer.

Their prep is rushed, and barely enough. They don't bother with lube. Saliva will do. Not enough time. Katsuki enters, and stops when sheathed. Eijiro was barely stretched enough, but the burn feels good. The feeling of being full feels good. Their lips part, but they don't pull away. Katsuki buried his face in Eijiro's neck, sighing upon feeling his pulse on his lips and his heartbeat on his chest. Their arms and legs are tight around each other, sparing as little space as they can. They don't know how much time passes before they start barely moving, slowly rolling into each other's heat as they grind, only focused on making each other feel good. There's no rhythm, no pattern. It's slow, then fast, then slow again, staggering desperately as they breathe and listen to each other's breath.
"I love you," Eijiro eventually whispers as tears start to surface. The vice he's in grows tighter, and the thrust of hips becomes deeper, slower, longing for more meaning. The breath in his ear shakes.
"Say it again...please..." Katsuki pleads, wanting to make sure he means it. Not because he doubts him. No. Because he doubts himself. 'Does he really love me?' 'Am I deserving of his love?'
"I love you." The first one is like an ice cube against his spine, almost shocking. "I love you." The second, a balm. "I love you." Eijiro tries to find the right way to say it... "I love you."  He says it. Over and over. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Movement slows to a stop, until Katsuki's shoulders are shaking. He collapses, falling even deeper into Eijiro's embrace as it tightens around him. The only sounds they focus on is each other's heartbeat, and each other's sobbing, and Eijiro's soothing mantra of "I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you too," Katsuki eventually says through his sobs. "Fuck... I love you so much." They accepted that as an apology for now. Neither of them could say it in any other way at that point. Neither of them had release, but they didn't care. They were content. They were glued to each other for the rest of the night, except for when Katsuki slipped out, and when Eijiro extended an arm to lazily fold the covers over them. They would talk in the morning. For now, they were just happy to have each other back again.

Had this in my head and had to get it out.