A Long Night (Katsuki Bakugou x Eijirou Kirishima Omorashi)
Oh, yikes, my first omorashi fic- Not sure what’s going on with the spacing between paragraphs, but... Hope you enjoy, anyway...!
Character: Katsuki Bakugou
Why? Why now of all times? Why tonight? Bakugou huffed as he shifted a bit, trying his best to get comfortable. However, that’s a bit more difficult when you’re lying in a single bed, cuddling your boyfriend, and feeling pressure building up in your bladder. Had he been alone, the blonde wouldn’t have hesitated to just get up and use the bathroom, but he really didn’t want to wake up the sleeping red-head, beside him.
It had been a long couple of days, and Bakugou knew that Kirishima really hadn’t been getting much, if any, sleep. As rude as he could be at times, Bakugou really did care about the slightly shorter boy and wanted him to sleep, now that he actually had the chance, so he refused to disturb his much-needed rest. It’s not even that bad. Why bother waking him up, when I can easily just hold it until morning? I bet it’s already getting close to sunrise, anyway... The third-year tried his best to reassure himself that he would be able to wait. He refused to wake Kirishima. Especially for something like this. He wasn’t a baby. He could hold it. It wasn’t even that bad.
Bakugou rolled over onto his other side, his back facing Kirishima, as he glanced at the clock. His red eyes only widened upon seeing the time. How is it only twelve thirty-seven!? That can’t be right! The blonde took a couple of deep breaths. He could handle this. He could handle this. He’s Katsuki Bakugou, for crying out loud! He wasn’t some little baby like Midoriya! Quietly, he rolled back over to face Kirishima, who was still peacefully sleeping, completely oblivious to his boyfriend’s current situation, which was just continuing to get worse. Bakugou bit his lip, trying his best not to think about the building pressure and discomfort, though he let one hand reach down to hold himself. Something he would never do if Kirishima was awake. Once again, he tried his best to get comfortable, trying to lie down in ways that would put as little pressure on his bladder as possible.
As the minutes passed by, Bakugou started to fidget a bit. It had only been around thirty minutes since he had checked the clock, but his predicament was getting worse at an alarming pace. His hand still pressed firmly in its place, the blonde took a few more deep breaths. At this rate, he was going to have to get up, before morning. Why did I have to drink so much water during our training, earlier? Why didn’t I think to pee before getting in bed!? Bakugou mentally cursed, gritting his teeth and shifting. He stared at his sleeping boyfriend, wondering if he should just get up and go. After all, he might be able to get out of there without waking him. Nodding to himself a bit, Bakugou removed his hand from it’s place, as he moved to stand. However, this plan was quickly foiled, as he suddenly felt a strong arm get flung across him.
Bakugou let out a yelp at the sudden contact, then quickly tensed up, as the fear of losing control hit him. He was thankful that that hadn’t happened, but he was also getting both fairly annoyed and panicked. Now what!? His arm is on top of me! If I try to move it, he’s going to wake up and question me! Bakugou let out a soft growl, not necessarily angry with Kirishima, but just frustrated in general. How could he have let this happen? With a huff, Bakugou shook his head. I’m just going to have to hold it for a few more hours... It’s not that bad... I’ll just go to sleep and then go in the morning... He wouldn’t admit to himself just how bad it was getting, as that seemed like admitting defeat, to him.
Hesitantly, Bakugou snuggled into Kirishima’s chest, closing his eyes, as he listened to the shark-toothed boy’s heartbeat. He did his best to take deep, slow breaths, trying to take his focus off of his growing need. It can wait. I can wait. I’m not going to wake up Kirishima. That’s not going to happen. I can hold it. With a few more deep breaths, the blonde was finally starting to relax. He nuzzled Kirishima’s chest, sleepily, starting to forget about his need and rather focusing on his boyfriend’s heartbeat and breathing. Within a few minutes, the blonde was fast asleep.
Finally! Bakugou walked up to a urinal, a large grin on his face. He didn’t hesitate to undo his pants, ready for the sweet relief that he had been waiting for, all night long. Without a second thought, he let go, a golden stream flowing out of him with a loud hiss and splashing against the white porcelain. “Mm...” He closed his eyes, glad to finally be getting rid of the pressure that had been building up inside of his bladder. It just felt so good to finally let go!
Bakugou’s eyes immediately snapped open, upon hearing his name. However, instead of seeing a lit up bathroom with a urinal in front of him, he was greeted with the sight of a dark bedroom and the worried eyes of Kirishima.
“Kirishima...?” The blonde questioned, wondering why his boyfriend would be up at this hour, whatever time it was. However, it didn’t take him long to realize why the red-head was awake. Bakugou’s eyes widened, as he suddenly became aware of the warm, damp fabric of his underwear and Kirishima’s sheets, clinging to his legs. He began to tremble a bit, tears of embarrassment and anger forming in his eyes, as a deep blush spread across his cheeks. No! No, no, no! Why!? I’m not some pathetic baby who can’t hold his pee, overnight! How did this happen!? How!? And why, of all nights, did it have to be when tonight!? Why did it have to be in Kirishima’s bed!?
“Hey, hey, don’t cry...! It’s alright...! It happens to everyone...!” Kirishima spoke, an awkward smile on his lips, as he pulled Bakugou into a hug. However, the blonde pulled away from him.
“Don’t touch me! I’m filthy!” Bakugou shouted, biting his lip and trying but failing to hold back his tears. The red-head’s small smile immediately fell.
“Babe, you’re not filthy! Like I said, this happens!” Kirishima repeated, trying his best to comfort his upset boyfriend. “I promise, I don’t think any less of you. I love you, and I always will, no matter what.” He said. Bakugou sniffled a bit, quickly turning his gaze to the wall.
“I’m eighteen... I’m not five... This shouldn’t have happened...” Bakugou softly spoke, in almost a whisper. With a sigh, Kirishima gently took the other third-year’s hands in his own.
“Bakugou, look at me.” Kirishima spoke, not getting any reaction. “Bakugou... Please...” He tried, again, still receiving no response. Biting his lip, Kirishima felt a bit of heat rush to his cheeks. “It happened to me, too... Just a few days ago, actually...” The boy admitted, his eyes shifting to look at the bed. Bakugou flinched, his eyes widening, as he quickly turned his attention to Kirishima.
“What...?” Bakugou spoke, surprise evident in his voice. Kirishima quietly nodded, feeling a bit ashamed, himself. He knew good and well how Bakugou was feeling at the moment.
“Yeah... You know how you said you woke up to a loud noise at around three in the morning, a few days ago...? Well, that was me, coming back from taking a shower, after... Y-you know... And I managed to trip on something, in the dark, and I ended up kinda... Faceplanting...” Kirishima’s face was nearly as red as his hair, as he told Bakugou what had happened, forcing out a chuckle. Bakugou listened with wide eyes, but he didn’t speak. He instead looked away from Kirishima, not sure what to say. A small smile found its way back to Kirishima’s face, as he stood up and offered Bakugou a hand.
“Speaking of shower... How about we go take one? Then, we’ll come back and get this cleaned up. No one will ever know what happened. Sound good?” Kirishima asked, his smile growing. Bakugou stared at his outstretched hand for a moment, before slowly reaching his own hand out and taking it, letting Kirishima help him up.
“Fine...” Bakugou mumbled, blush still covering his cheeks, as Kirishima squeezed his hand. He refused to look at him, but he was honestly pretty grateful to Kirishima for being so cool about what had happened. “Oh, and stupid-hair...?”
“Thanks... Or whatever...”
