bnha oneshots!!

67 - exploding with desire 🔞

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

The sun dipped below the horizon as the last rays of light bathed U.A. High School in a warm, golden glow. Katsuki Bakugo stood on the rooftop, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his usual scowl softened by the fading light. He had always been brash, a fierce force that everyone both admired and feared. But there was one person who had chipped away at his hard exterior – Eijiro Kirishima.

Kirishima, with his bright red hair and infectious smile, had always found a way to break through Bakugo's walls. Their friendship had blossomed over the years into something more and that's what Bakugo wanted... more. Camaraderie forged in the heat of battle and tempered by their shared experiences as heroes-in-training. However, it was during those late-night training sessions, the way their bodies moved in synch, that Bakugo discovered a different kind of connection—a primal, insatiable desire that gnawed at him.

Tonight was different. He had planned this evening carefully, and the air thrummed with a tension he could barely contain.

"Oi, Kirishima!" Bakugo's voice cut through the warm evening air, pulling Kirishima from the depths of his thoughts. The redhead looked up, his brows drawing together in concern, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hey, Bakugo! What's up?" Kirishima bounded up the stairs, energy radiating off him like a sunbeam.

"Come here." Bakugo motioned for him to follow, his heart racing. They backed away from the ledge, and Bakugo turned serious, the moments of playful banter evaporating into an intensity neither had expected.

"What's going on?" Kirishima asked, taking a step closer.

Bakugo took a deep breath, forcing himself to express the thoughts that had been consuming him. He stepped forward, resting his hands on Kirishima's shoulders, feeling the warmth radiating from the other boy's body. "We need to talk."

"Okay..." Kirishima's voice was cautious, and Bakugo could see a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

Bakugo's hands tightened slightly. "You know I'm not good with emotions or whatever, but... I want you. I want you bad. I want to fuck you till you scream my name, till you're crying from how good it feels—if you're okay with that."

Kirishima's eyes widened, a burning heat spreading across his face as his heart raced. "I—yeah, I want that too. I've always wanted that, Bakugo."

"Good," Bakugo murmured, the tension popping like firecrackers in the air. "Just... tell me if it gets too much, alright? I want you to feel good but not uncomfortable."

Kirishima nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you, Bakugo."

That was all the confirmation Bakugo needed. He leaned in, capturing Kirishima's lips with his own in a heated kiss, igniting a spark that set the night ablaze. Their mouths moved together, a passionate exploration filled with longing and need.

Kirishima melted against him, his hands gripping Bakugo's shoulders as if anchoring himself. The kiss deepened, tongues dancing and gasping breaths mixing in the warm air. Bakugo pulled back, panting slightly, his eyes locked onto Kirishima's, searching for any sign of hesitation.

"Are you ready?" he asked, a mix of dominance and tenderness in his voice.

"More than ready," Kirishima replied, determination shining in his eyes.

With an intensity that set his heart racing, Bakugo pushed Kirishima back until they hit the cool surface of the roof's floor (?). He captured Kirishima's wrists, pinning them above his head as he pressed against him. "You're mine tonight, Eijiro."

Kirishima chuckled warmly despite the position, thrill coursing through him. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

With that, Bakugo's mouth was on him again, trailing kisses from Kirishima's lips to his neck, exploring every inch as if mapping out his territory. He felt Kirishima's breath hitch as he nibbled at the delicate skin, a shiver running down the redhead's spine.

"Bakugo—ah!" Kirishima gasped, the sound pushing Bakugo further into a frenzied state of desire. "That felt really good."

Bakugo smirked, pride swelling in his chest at the reaction he elicited. "Just wait."

As their clothes became less of a barrier, Bakugo revelled in the sight of Kirishima's body, the smooth skin and defined muscles inviting his touch like a canvas waiting to be painted. He took his time, barely teasing at first, drawing out Kirishima's moans with purpose.

"Please! More!" Kirishima cried out, his voice frenzied.

Bakugo's breath hitched. Each sound that escaped Kirishima's lips was like a firework in his chest, igniting a primal desire. He wanted more—more cries for him, more signs that he was bringing his redhead to the edge.

"Damn, you're so beautiful," Bakugo murmured, his lips brushing against Kirishima's ear, igniting another round of shivers. "I could do this all night."

"Just don't stop," Kirishima replied breathlessly, eyes bright with trust.

As Bakugo's hands explored Kirishima's body, he moved deliberately, savouring each reaction, building him up until he was begging, pleading for release. He wrapped his hand around Kirishima's member, teasing at the tip before stroking firmly, his rhythm matching the erratic beat of Kirishima's heart.

"Bakugo, I'm gonna—" Kirishima rasped, the words spilling out in a breathless gasp.

"Not yet. Not until I say so," Bakugo growled, his dominant side flaring up as he increased the pace. He leaned down to capture Kirishima's mouth again, swallowing every sound that escaped him, relishing in the taste of his desperation.

"Please! I can't hold on much longer!" Kirishima cried, the combination of overstimulation and desire driving him toward the edge.

Bakugo's grip tightened, a mixture of affection and possessiveness echoing in each thrust of his hand. "Not yet, Eijiro. Not yet."

With every pump, he could feel Kirishima's body tense beneath him, and it only spurred him on, adrenaline fuelling his every movement. Bakugo watched as Kirishima's resolve broke, the warmth in his eyes melting into a pleading haze as he neared his climax.

"Don't stop! I need you, I need it!" Kirishima begged, his voice nearly a whine.

At that moment, Bakugo knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to see Kirishima come undone, to make him scream his name like an anthem. "Alright, babe. Let go for me. I've got you."

With one last thrust of his hand, Kirishima's hips bucked up, and the redhead let out a cry so melodic it made the stars shimmer above them. Bakugo watched, enthralled, as Kirishima succumbed to pleasure, his body undulating with the waves of his release.

"Katsuki!" he screamed, and in that moment, all Bakugo could do was marvel at the way Kirishima fell apart in his hands, a beautiful display of trust and submission that took his breath away.

As the waves of pleasure slowly faded, Bakugo eased his grip, coming down from the high of the moment. Kirishima lay there, panting heavily, his cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over in bliss.

"Shit, you scream my name so fucking well," Bakugo teased, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yeah? I could say the same about you." Kirishima said in between quick breaths, reliving the bliss of his climax.