bnha oneshots!!

64 - sleepless nights🔞

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

DISCLAIMER - THIS IS SET IN THE FUTURE (WHICH MEANS THEY ARE OF LEGAL AGE) AND KIRIBAKU ARE MARRIED :)

The moon spilled silver light through the curtains of their bedroom, casting soft shadows against the walls. Eijiro Kirishima lay on his back, the plush bedding enveloping him in warmth, yet sleep eluded him. With a frustrated sigh, he rolled over, his red hair tousled and wild from tossing and turning.

Katsuki Bakugo, his husband, was sprawled beside him, shoulder to shoulder, but even the explosive hero was restless tonight. Kirishima couldn't pin down exactly why sleep was so far out of reach, but he was determined to find out. He turned, peering into Bakugo's sharp ruby eyes, which glimmered in the dim light, revealing a hint of concern beneath his usually gruff exterior.

"Can't sleep," Kirishima admitted, a slight quiver to his voice. "I've tried absolute everything but nothing."

Bakugo grunted softly, the sound low and rumbly, and he shifted closer to Kirishima, wrapping his strong arms around his waist. "You haven't tried everything," he murmured, his breath hot against Kirishima's ear. "I think I can get you to fall asleep."

Kirishima felt his heart race at Bakugo's confident tone, a fire igniting within him as he processed the implication. "Oh? You think so?" he teased, his cheeks warming.

"I know so," Bakugo replied, and he pulled Kirishima even closer, their bodies fitting together seamlessly under the blankets. The heat radiating off Bakugo was intoxicating, amplifying the desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Bakugo pressed his lips against Kirishima's neck, eliciting a soft gasp from him. "Just relax," he instructed, his voice deep and commanding. Kirishima nodded, letting himself surrender to his husband's touch as Bakugo's hands roamed over his body, exploring and teasing.

The moonlight illuminated their skin, glowing like molten silver as Bakugo's fingers slid beneath Kirishima's oversized T-shirt, teasing the edge before pushing it up to expose the redhead's abs. Kirishima shivered, a mix of anticipation and need fluttering in the pit of his stomach.

Bakugo's mouth found his, capturing Kirishima's lips with a fierce intensity. It was a kiss that spoke volumes—of love, urgency, and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. Kirishima leaned into the kiss, deepening it, eager for more of his husband's warmth.

"See? Already feeling sleepy?" Bakugo smirked against his lips, that infamous confidence shining through, even in the quiet of the night. Kirishima couldn't help but chuckle softly, the tension easing between them.

"Not quite yet," he breathed, feeling a rush of desire wash over him.

Bakugo responded by rolling Kirishima onto his back, climbing over him in a graceful arc while capturing his wrists in one hand, pinning them above his head. "Then I guess I'll just have to wear you out," he declared, his voice thick with desire and determination.

Kirishima squirmed underneath him, not just from the thrill of being dominated but from the heat pooling low in his belly. "Maybe that's what I need," he admitted, his breath catching as Bakugo rocked his hips against him, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting through both of them.

With a smirk, Bakugo released Kirishima's wrists, letting their hands intertwine as he pressed deeper, the friction igniting between them. Slowly, he kissed his way down from Kirishima's lips, trailing hot kisses across his strong jaw, down to his neck, where he could feel Kirishima's pulse racing beneath his lips.

"'Suki," Kirishima breathed, a soft plea for more as pleasure coursed through his veins. Bakugo responded by crashing their mouths together again, their tongues dancing in a fervent rhythm that mirrored the tightening coil within Kirishima.

"Just relax, Eiji," Bakugo murmured, his voice laced with ferocity and passion. "Let me take care of you."

Kirishima surrendered completely to Bakugo's touch, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as heat enveloped them. Every thrust, every kiss pulled them deeper into something primal and euphoric. They were lost in a whirlwind of sensations, tension and desire intertwining until it built to an overwhelming crescendo.

As they reached their peaks together, cries of each other's names filled the room, echoing off the walls and intertwining like their bodies beneath the covers. Every shudder, every gasp brought them closer, carving deeper into their hearts and binding them together even more tightly.

Afterward, they lay intertwined, their breathing calming, hearts still racing in the aftermath of shared ecstasy. Kirishima buried his face in Bakugo's shoulder, feeling the maniacal warmth that radiated from him.

"Think I'm finally ready to sleep now," Kirishima murmured, a satisfied smile gracing his lips.

"Good," Bakugo replied, hands gently stroking Kirishima's back. "Because I'm not letting you go anywhere. You belong here—next to me."

And as darkness finally consumed the world outside their window, sleep wrapped around them like a warm embrace, carrying them softly into dreams, two souls forever entwined.