Dripping Sound - Kiribaku

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Dripping Sound

 

Rating - Mature

 

Pairing - Katsuki Bakugou/Eijiro Kirishima

 

Characters - Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima

 

Tags - Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2024, Febuwhump 2024 Day 14, Whump, Smut, Sex, Self-Harm, Cutting, Consensual Cutting, Knives Blood, Injuries, PTSD, Kidnapping, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Flashbacks, Disassociation, Kissing

 

Summary

Prompt: Blood-Stained Tiles

“Eijiro had seen Katsuki’s fight on the news, so he wasn’t surprised when he got home and all the lights were off except one. He followed it to the bathroom to see the door cracked open letting a small sliver of light escape into the hallway. It was an invitation. It was a cry for help.”

 

Author’s Note

Hey y'all, I actually already posted something that would have workd for this prompt, so I kind of wished I'd just saved that for this, but I decided just to write the same ship but switch the roles and change the angle, though I did consider using togachako and trying to do a whump/crack combo lol.

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Eijiro had seen Katsuki’s fight on the news, so he wasn’t surprised when he got home and all the lights were off except one. He followed it to the bathroom to see the door cracked open letting a small sliver of light escape into the hallway. It was an invitation. It was a cry for help.

He could hear a familiar dripping sound as he approached, and he knew it was blood dripping down onto fabric over the floor. He knew that it would have soaked through by now, leaving the tiles stained red until he bleached them. Eijiro sighed. They should have gotten an apartment with darker flooring. Eijiro opened the door without knocking.

“Hey, Kats. What do you need?”

“Eijiro,” Katsuki said, his eyes lighting up with recognition, but still hazy. He was in the bathtub, his arm hanging out of the tub to keep from spilling blood in the water, and he had a cheap towel laid on the floor under his arm, though it was drenched by now. Katsuki was always considerate when he cut himself. Eijiro wondered how long he had been here like this waiting for him. “I need you.”

Eijiro closed and locked the door behind him and peeled off his clothes. Katsuki watched him hungrily, blood still dripping from the deep groove he had cut into his arm. Katsuki was smart, he always cut along pre-existing scars. No one other than Eijiro was ever going to know about this.

He picked the knife up off the floor where it had fallen and pressed it back against Katsuki, eliciting a moan. More blood poured out of the wound, and Eijiro stepped away. Katsuki whimpered from in the bathtub, but Eijiro ignored him. He rinsed the knife off in the sink and set it down on the counter before turning back to Katsuki. Eijiro knew what he needed. They’d been doing this for years.

“I’ve got you,” he said, climbing into the tub and sitting down across from Katsuki, grabbing his hips and dragging him closer for better access. Katsuki let out a breath he’d been holding and let his head slump against Eijiro’s shoulder. Eijiro poured lube out of the bottle they kept by the edge of the bathtub, warming it in his hands before dipping his hand back under the water and pressing two fingers deliberately into Katsuki.

Katsuki moaned at the intrusion, his thighs trembling on either side of Eijiro’s hips, which were the only thing keeping Katsuki’s legs spread. He gripped Eijiro’s shoulders desperately as Eijiro worked him open, his blood running down Eijiro’s skin and finally darkening the water.

“I need you,” Katsuki said again, so Eijiro pressed into him, working his way slowly into Katsuki’s insides. Katsuki writhed against him as Eijiro pulled him down, but he was crying and begging him not to stop, so Eijiro didn’t. He kept going until they had both finished, and then he let Katsuki sob into his chest until he had worn himself out. 

Then he carried Katsuki to bed, cleaned and bandaged his arm, rinsed out the towel as well as he could before throwing it in the washing machine, disinfected the knife and put it back in its case under the sink so Katsuki could find it when he needed it, and bleached the tiles around the bathtub. This was nothing new.