Every Tutoring Session With Boyfriend Bakugou In Your Rooms Eventually Turns Into A Heated Make-out Session

word count: 8.3K

paring: Bakugou x fReader

warning(s): oral(f! receiving), dirty talk, tit worship, slow soft sex that turns to rough sex, breeding, creampie. I think that's it, sex after a confession always leads to good fluffy sexy stuff.

authors note: well, this took longer than I was hoping for so I do hope it was worth the wait! I don't typically write Bakugou as I am never confident I can do him justice, but I do know how much everyone loves him (and I too find the dork just a lot of fun) - so to my Bakugou stans I hope I did good enough and I hope you all enjoy a surprisingly long fic of our favorite gremlin~🔮

You had meant to move about a month ago; you had gone through the whole process of finding the right apartment that fits your budget, was in a decent neighborhood, and was close enough to both yours and your friend's place of work. All that effort, months of it, was supposed to accumulate into one big celebratory day where you both moved all your things into your new home.

However, your family had other ideas. And thus, you were a helpless passenger flying between family members as they took their sweet time to say goodbye to you; unable to stop them from milking the melodramatics of your moving to a city so far away for who knows how long.

And your poor friend, who technically now was your roommate, had to move all her things by herself. To settle into a new place, routine, and life in a city also foreign to her, on her own. It was not the plan, but then again when did anything go according to plan for the pair of you? Despite her reassurance otherwise, you still felt awful about your false start.

But it wasn’t all bad. Your family gave you plenty of gifts to help kickstart your new adventure, items that would be more than helpful for living on your own and away from family and their abundance of resources. And your friend became quite friendly with the new neighbor.

Their meet-cute was something you missed while you were away visiting family. How he seemed to come to her rescue while she was struggling to get all her boxes up the four flights of stairs to the apartment - and of course, there was no elevator in the old building - how polite he was, how adamant that he help her out, how strong he was. All of it was something she gushed about to you on the phone that night, and you couldn’t help but giggle along with her.

Of course, it didn’t stop there. It seemed every day that led up to you finally moving into that place with your friend, she was on the phone with you talking about another encounter she had with the new neighbor. How he helped her bring her groceries up, helped her with building some of the new furniture sets you both bought, how he would come by to ensure she was okay - everything and anything. You knew basically all there was to know about the man before your friend even let you know his name.

Though you could understand why.

Kirishima Eijirou was a pro-hero after all, and despite being the friendliest one out there, he did want to uphold a semblance of privacy. It was only a few days before you moved in that you both found out his name and occupation; it was a bit of a surprise, but neither you or your roommate would blab about him to the media. After all, you were neighbors. If his privacy was to be infringed upon, yours would be too.

Besides, you didn't want to ruin the budding relationship that was forming between the two of them. If the media got involved, it would be ruined before it started.  So, you had no problem keeping your lips sealed tightly about it all.

You finally did meet Kirishima when you stumbled up the seemingly endless flights of stairs with your roommate, with the many boxes of your stuff. And you had to admit he was one of the sweetest, most infectiously friendly, men you had ever met in your life - and unlike your roommate, you took full advantage of the help he offered.

From there you got to enjoy the new bliss that was this adventure. Setting up your bedroom; adding decorations to the shared spaces; going grocery shopping for the foods you liked; and the overall fun you found, being in each other's company. This new routine was built of comfort, not the chaos you were previously used to; one you were happy to come home to. Though, that being said, you could never really find time to go out or socialize with your friend - at least not one-on-one anymore.

Kirishima was usually always there, greeting you with that same cheery smile whenever you emerged from your room in the morning to start your day. Whenever you came home from an errand or work, there he was on your couch cuddled up with your roommate. When you answered the door, there he was, greeting you with the same amiable demeanor.  You always returned the smile, always gave happy greetings back - again he was a nice guy - but after a few weeks of seeing him constantly, of becoming the (unwilling) third wheel to this honied new romance with your friend, it started to wear thin.

Bakugou could say the same.

All Kirishima could talk about was his new girlfriend. Bakugou couldn’t even begin to count the number of times he heard of their ‘chance encounter’ as if chance had anything to do with it - they lived next door. Their meeting each other was bound to happen, one way or another. And he couldn’t even begin to count the number of times the plans he made with his best friend were called off last minute for this girl.

It’s not like he wasn’t happy for Kirishima. He was glad to hear that after the hustle and grind that comes from their line of work, his best friend had finally started to date again. The pain caused by lack of privacy, and by lack of time to spend on romance or new relationships, in general, was no small thing. Bakugou knew that pain better than anyone… but this borderline obsessive, lurid behaviour Kirishima had towards his newfound relationship was starting to rub him the wrong way - the puppy love of it all made Bakugou want to gag.

And his best friend's new girlfriend had the worst roommate - bar none.

Bakugou could recall the awful encounter vividly. It was a Friday afternoon. He was on his way to start his evening patrol, walking over to Kirishima’s place as the redhead was to join him. But of course, Kirishima was not there, or at least he was not answering the door. After minutes of pounding and yelling, Bakugou figured the bastard was where he always was, at his girlfriend’s place. Stomping his way over, he barely had a chance to properly knock on the door before you swung it open - the look of utter annoyance and anger in your eyes as you looked up at him was something he would never forget.

“He’s not here.” That was all you said before slamming the door in his face.

Bakugou was never before left so stunned or speechless, at least not by an every day, quirkless, person, and he didn’t like it if the intentional stomping of his heavy boots and the huffing chest was anything to go by. Both Kirishima and his girlfriend got an earful about it when he finally managed to find them.

And to make matters worse, the next time he was to hang out at Kirishima’s place - to relax and unwind with a boy's night out - you were there. What was supposed to be a night getting drinks and letting go of all the stresses of their job turned into a movie night in - as that is what his girlfriend and you had planned, and Kirishima, unsurprisingly, wanted to join - forgoing the original plan, as if it was nothing. Bakugou visibly fumed in the doorway as he debated whether or not to join - with Kirishima convincing him of the latter.

And there he was, sitting on the opposite side of the couch from you, as the large single-use chair he wanted to sit in was occupied by Kirishima and his girlfriend. Bakugou truly wondered if he could resent his friend more than he did at that moment as he stared blankly at the screen before him - not bothering to even pay attention to the movie he was so rudely coerced into seeing. 

As the night neared its end, though, so did the height of that resentment. He watched from the corner of his eye as you scooted yourself a little closer to him; eyes shy and unsure as you gazed at his profile - Bakugou couldn’t help but lift an eyebrow in interest, eyes shifting to you and making you pause your movements.

“I want to apologize for the other day…” your tone was begrudging, he remembered that, as you began to explain your horrible behaviour when you both first met. How you had the worst headache and couldn’t get out of work, and the noise he was making caused you to snap. Bakugou simply shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgment after you were done, but that was all before his eyes moved back to the screen; yours followed suit after another beat with a nod of your head.

You thought maybe he had ignored your apology, given the dismissive way he regarded it, and you could not fault him for that. Nor could you fault his attitude towards you and the situation he was in that night, it was clear he had not wanted to waste his time watching a stupid movie a random stranger had picked out - you certainly didn’t want to if you had the choice. So, you simply chalked it up to him having a rough day and not wanting to deal with you and your silly excuses for your shitty behaviour.

But after that day, whenever he would be looking for Kirishima, you could barely hear his gently rapping at your door or the heavy boots as they walked across the hallway - a far cry from your first encounter.

In fact, most of your interactions with Bakugou were a light year from the initial two you had with him. You knew who he was, it was hard to ignore when his face was almost always plastered in the news or on screens in the city, and given what you could tell he was a bit brutish - standoffish and quick to anger - very much like how he was when you first had the pleasure of meeting him. It was supposedly a part of his charm, but you found nothing charming about it, that was until you extended that olive branch with your apology. The way he spoke to you after that, the softer tone - one that was almost hushed - always surprised you; it almost didn’t fit who he was but somehow you still liked it. You knew he did it because he was worried he might aggravate you, and your possible headache, further but it was the courteousness that made you start to warm up to him.

And Bakugou could say the same. He didn’t want to admit it, but you were fairly sweet - always apologizing when you would have to tell him his friend wasn’t there and giving him a fairly wise suggestion on where they might be; your tone and demeanor soft, always catching him off guard; as every time he knocked on your door he was expecting an incensed tone. And your eyes… Bakugou had always expected them to look cruel, to have the sharp hue they previously had when he first gazed into them. He was always surprised by how gentle they were, looking up at him. They continuously ambushed and captivated him, and he couldn’t stand it. He hated how pretty they were.

And it all just got worse from there.

At least that was how Bakugou saw it at first. He knew you probably did too, given the exhausted, almost fed-up expression you’d share with him whenever the pair of you crossed paths once more, in some shape or form, by the lovestruck pair. 

“I suppose misery loves company, and evidently, we seem to be her favourite kind.” you would murmur to him, in a mirthful tone, with a shrug of your shoulders before diverging paths in a fruitless, and endless, search to find - and subsequently, make sense of, - those lovesick two you call your closest friends. It wasn’t long before you found yourselves being dragged along on all the errands and lunches they had planned; being a forced pair to endure and join in on an afternoon or evening out for whatever they had planned.

“I don’t understand, why do they feel the need to invite us?” You would ask him, voice hushed as you both would walk a few steps behind them to avoid any ire from your complaining.

“As if I would know.” Bakugou scoffed, his ever-present scowl being turned in your direction “Not like I want to spend my free time here being a third party to their lovely bullshit.”

“Fourth party, I was here first” Your quick response would make his scowl soften, as you would smirk up at him; though it was only ever briefly as his gaze always made you shy “Maybe that’s why…”

“Why what?”

“Why they drag us along.” 

“Care to explain?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowing as he regarded your shrugging shoulders.

“You haven’t figured it out? And here I thought you were smart!” 

“You fucking brat.” Bakugou couldn’t help but playfully shove you away, a smile forming on his face as your soft giggles filled the air as you stumbled about to try and regain your footing “Come on, out with it.”

“I think the reason….” You began, trying to keep your voice down once more to avoid suspicion. “I think the reason they drag us along is that they feel bad. It sucks when you're alone around a couple, but it's more tolerable when there is someone else in the same shoes as you.”

“I mean, yeah sure… but why not just leave us alone? Why invite us in the first place?” he asked, eyes fixated on the couple ahead of him as they started to make their way into a popular café; the destination of this trip. 

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

“I guess, misery loves company. And we’re her favourite kind of company” Bakugou shrugged in a manner that was mimicking you.

“Oh, so you do listen to what I say!” You mocked, as you began to walk across the threshold of the café through the door Bakugou had opened “And here I thought nothing I said got through that thick skull of yours.”

Your giggles filled the air again as you felt his hand push at your shoulder causing your feet, and stride, to stumble as you tried once more to regain your balance - his herculean body shoving you away effectively stopping you from entering the café. The adrenaline rush of falling made your laughter even louder when you landed on the pavement; whether you were injured you couldn’t tell, you were too preoccupied at laughing at the man who had now closed to café door on you, watching through the glass as he muttered, with a smile, that you were a ‘fucking brat’.

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Double dates, would be the most appropriate word for what followed, but you were always hushed and told differently when you would bring that word into play.

“I just want to see you get out of the house, to have some fun!” is what your roommate would defend with each time you griped and groaned at her for being forced into another ‘activity’

“You know, it would be nicer if it was just the two of us,” You’d shoot back, eyes glued to whatever task you were currently doing, knowing her puppy eyes were a weakness of yours. “Kirishima doesn’t always have to be there.”

“But he’s always so busy with his work!” She would pout, using that to her advantage as well, “It’s the only time I get with him! Please? You know how hard it is to find time with the both of you! Can’t you just come along, this will be the last time, I promise!”

She always said that. Always promised that this would be the last time you would be dragged along on another ‘outing’ that they had planned; last time she - they - would combine the need to hang out with a friend and go on a date. You would always sigh and agree to join, despite knowing the truth of the matter at hand, because…. well, she was right. Trying to find time to spare for both your social and romantic lives was difficult when you had to spend most of your time working so you could stay financially afloat.

Besides, you always had company. And Bakugou was slowly starting to prove to be your favourite kind of company.

He made being dragged along from event to event more tolerable. Whether that be having to help pick apples in a local orchard, or having to be a part of the standard photoshoot which followed, Bakugou made everything bearable. You couldn’t help but enjoy his snapbacks at Kirishima when being told to look or pose a certain way. His pained smile in every photo taken made you laugh so hard you could barely breathe.

Hiking and going to Farmer’s markets were tolerable too; you weren’t surprised that Bakugou was good at going uphill in uneven terrain; he was a prohero after all. But you were surprised, and grateful, at how good of a guide he was - always taking the lead so he could warn you of any possibilities to get hurt; lending a hand when needed without any sort of ire or condescension. And Sunday morning market runs turned into less of a chore when being guided to the best stalls, having someone hand pick the best items there, and having them use their fame to get you the best prices.

Traversing the many museums your roommate wanted to go to became quite the respite. Though you were perfectly fine splitting from the lovebirds and exploring on your own, it was nice to have a presence beside you; and you couldn’t deny how surprised you were whenever Bokugou would share with you a fact he knew about many of the exhibits you crossed.

And of course, traveling miles to see the country's largest aquarium was a real treat; one you suspected was a way for your roommate to apologize for always being dragged along to do the things she wanted to do. How you clung to her arm the whole time and dragged her (and the party) excitedly along to each giant tank to point out every marine animal that was housed there - rambling on and on about all you knew. And Bakugou, though he would tease that you were acting like a child, enjoyed seeing the way your face lit up again and again as you rambled on without a care; grateful you were never looking his direction, not knowing if he could live with the embarrassment of you seeing him look at you so softly.

Despite the forced proximity, you found a lot of enjoyment in spending your free time with that hotheaded man. And Bakugou could only agree that you made all these pointless so-called adventures convivial and worth giving interest to.

And those movie nights? The ones which were originally the bane of Bakugou’s existence? He found himself enjoying them the longer he stayed in your semi-forced company. He liked your commentary. He wanted to hear the little facts and details you’d point out as you mumbled into the popcorn you were trying to eat. He especially liked all the quick and smart jokes you would make on the more terrible movies that were chosen, knowing that his evening would actually be entertaining rather than tremendously painful to sit through. Over time, he longed to have you sit closer to him, to have you move from where you always sat at the other end of the plush couch to be right by his side. He yearned to feel your warmth against him, to hear what your whispers would sound like in his ear.

It was right where you belonged. That’s what he thought every time you would lean closer to him in some form or another; whether it was to move out of others' way, or to inform him of whatever thought crossed your mind. It’s where he wanted you to be.

Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, but he knew there was no way to deny it or try and convince himself otherwise, that he was starting to fall in love - or at least as close to love as he had ever experienced before - with you; that what started as him resentfully having to be around you morphed into something he was excited for; something he genuinely longed for.

But of course, his luck in romance was never as strong as it was everywhere else. And that unluckiness took, in this case, the form of his other prohero friends.

It was at the New Year's Party that they all held every year, a small get-together of close friends to celebrate another year together, and this year was Bakugou’s turn to host. And of course, Kirishima was going to bring his girlfriend; everyone was super excited after all to meet her. And Bakugou was hoping, though he would never admit it or ask, that you would be there too.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes lit up when you saw your figure enter his apartment, following behind the couple you came with; as you exclaimed a “Happy New Year!” towards him and the group your eyes were greeted with.

And he couldn’t help the way he bit his lip as his eyes raked over your figure. The outfit you were in, though it was cute - and in line with how you normally dressed - was a little more risque than normal; and he couldn’t help but wonder, all the blood in his body turning hot over the thought of, if you did it for him.

But things started to fall apart when Kaminari and Sero introduced themselves. You spent the whole night giggling and joking with them as if they were old friends. It was something that took Bakugou months to achieve, and yet, somehow, the pair managed to coax all of that out of you so easily. And your attitude, your presentation, was so unlike how you were with him. You were more demure than Bakugou had ever before witnessed. He’d never seen you act so shy, all bashful and blushing. It made his heart hurt and his blood to boil in anger as he watched it all, his whole night ruined by seemingly harmless interactions.

After that, both men started joining you whenever there was an outing - suddenly tables at restaurants were seating six instead of four. And his beloved movie nights, the one time and the chance he had you to himself - to be the only one so close to you -  were infiltrated with two extra bodies that sandwiched themselves between him and you.

He hated how endearing, and appealing, they were; and how it was working on you so effectively. Bakugou wasn’t a stranger to their lovable personalities - they were his closest friends for a reason. It was just, he wanted nothing more than to be the one to make you smile like that, to make and hear you giggle that obnoxious but cute giggle, to tuck your hair behind your ear and have you be unable to look him in the eye after, to have you fall asleep against him whenever the movie nights ran too long. All of it, he wanted to do all of it with you.

But he figured, maybe, he wasn’t the right man. 

Perhaps you were looking for someone more like Kaminari, who was spontaneous, adventurous, and fun-loving; who would take you on endless surprise dates, and have you guess on where it might be - always having it end up being the most fun you ever had. Someone to continuously, unabashedly fawn over you, and make you laugh at the dumbest things.

Or, maybe someone like Sero, who was so effortlessly charming no matter what he did. A partner who can make you both smile so brightly and have a blush burning your cheeks with one simple word. Someone who could make you feel like the most special person in the world with just a touch, who could pull you into a dance at just the right moment. 

Why would you ever want him? The loud, angry, brutish hero everyone saw him as?

Bakugou started to pull away. To slowly stop being a part of the so-called ‘outings’, or helping with errands, or coming by on movie nights. He began to focus all his attention back on his hero work like he did before he met you, to divert all of his time, energy, and focus back on his goal of becoming the best hero he could be, to attempt to erase you and the thoughts of domestic content out of his mind. To try and avoid you at all costs, to spare him the heartbreak you inadvertently caused whenever he looked at you. 

But he couldn’t avoid it forever - he knew that - the inevitability that he would need Kirishima, and subsequently have to go on a hunt to find him was always looming in the back of his mind; how it would ultimately lead to you. Bakugou knew the day would come, and it did, it just took longer than expected. He needed to ask Kirishima if he could cover a patrol shift for a hero who called in sick; and though Bakugou would take it in a heartbeat if he could, to avoid the possibility of you, he was off-field duty until he finished the mountains of paperwork from his last mission  - and he ran out of options.

He walked up to your door, that familiar off-white he had grown used to seeing, and made sure to rapt as gently as he could - like he always had - for your sake, as he waited for an answer; his breath caught in his throat, almost suffocating on the air from the awkward nerves that consumed him which came from showing his face after so long.

“Please don’t let her answer, please not her, please….” he pleaded like a mantra in his mind, but of course it was you, answering the door and greeting him with your usually soft surprise and beautiful eyes.

“Hi stranger, you just missed him.” You mumbled out, body leaning onto the open door you were half hiding behind “He left in a hurry, something about going on patrol to fill for another hero or…. Yeah”

There was a pause, and Bakugou knew you left it for him; knew that you wanted him to say something like a ‘thank you’ or ‘see you later’ or an acknowledgment of his lack of presence, lately. Instead, he began to turn away from you, unable to say anything, or be confronted any longer by your wide, sad eyes. 

“It’s been a while… “ You mumbled, starting the conversation again, not wanting him to leave, “You know… since I last saw you.”

“Yeah, been busy.” Bakugou shrugged, trying to play nonchalant, as he stepped away from your door.

“W-well-!” You blurted, your loud tone startling not only you but Bakugou, causing your head to bow sheepishly  “I-if you’re not busy or anything…. would you, um, like to come and join me for a movie?”

“A movie?” Bakugou asked, a smile briefly twitching on his lips over your behavior and invitation.

“Well, yeah. It’s Friday and normally everyone is either here or at Kiri’s for our usual movie night, but tonight it’s just me. And… and…. I-I’m really hoping you’ll join me…”

You were fiddling with your fingers, a nervous habit you had when you were unsure of something, or wanted something you didn’t know if the other person would want too. And how was Bakugou supposed to say no to that?

“What movie?” He grumbled, trying his best not to be affected by the bright smile that overtook your face as he further pushed through your door to enter your apartment.

“I-I haven’t picked yet, don’t really know what kind of mood I’m in, ya know? You, um, can choose what you like!” The last bit of your sentence was harder to hear as you went into the kitchen to get some more snacks and another drink for your newfound company.

“Where is everyone?” Bakugou asked, plopping down on your couch, as he began to fuss with your remote, and its less-than-responsive connection to your TV, to boot up your streaming service.

“Well… my roomie is out of town to visit her family; it’s her mom’s birthday.” You gave a smile as you began to set the items in your down on your small coffee table.

“What about Sero and Kaminari?”

You paused your motions for a brief moment, not expecting them to be brought up before you shrugged “I’m not sure, I haven’t really seen them much lately either - probably scared them off, you know how I get some days.”

“You’re not that bad.” Bakugou scoffs, trying his best not to be affected by your mirthful smile “What kind of movie do you want? Good or bad?” 

“Uh… a bad one. It's been a tough week and I could use a laugh” You smiled before settling in on the couch beside him and handing him a drink; a bowl of popcorn nestled in your lap.

The silence settled over you both as the movie began to play; the sounds of its action and dialogue broken only by whenever you decided to share some of your commentary on the plot, and tell your jokes, varying degrees of laughs over it all. Before long, Bakugou couldn’t help but join in; as if the month spent apart never happened, and you both fell back into that blissful comfort you had built up, enjoyed, and so grieved in its absence. 

“I missed you.” You whispered out as the movie’s credits began to wash over the screen; it was so faint, yet Bakugou heard it like thunder in his ears, as his bewildered eyes fell on you.

“What?”

“I missed you. Things aren’t really the same, or as fun without you around…” You mumbled a little louder, unable to bring yourself to look at him during your confession; the silence returned, falling upon you, much like the night you first apologized to him - it crushed and consumed you as it did then, causing you to change the subject.

“You wanna watch another one?” You leaned forward to grab the remote, passing it over to him “Cause we can! You can put on one of your favourites, I know you’ve been trying to show some of them to me for a while.”

“Sure.” was all he could muster as he grabbed the control to play yet another movie. Trying his best to not be affected by the leaning of your body into his side once the opening scene began to play.

There was less talking this time, Bakugou knew it was because you were sheepish over your little confession, and his lack of response to it, and just wanted to hide. And he just didn’t know what to say, was never good at easing situations like these. Though after a while the silence became more palatable as you both gazed at the screen ahead. Though that tentative peace was disrupted when your arms snaked between his arm to encase it in a weird sort of hug.

“H-hey!” He didn’t mean to jump, or try and pull away at what you did, but he couldn’t help but be startled by it “What’s this all about, huh?”

“N-nothing, I’m sorry, I’ll just stop…” you began pulling away, and though you tried hard to mask it, the warble in your voice still came through.

“Don’t stop.” Bakugou spoke firmly, fully turning towards you and holding your shoulders to keep you in place so you could hide or run from him “Just tell me why you’re acting like this. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothings wrong!” You began, the tears in your eyes welling and blurring your vision “I just really really missed you, okay?”

“No, not okay! Why are you crying, I doubt you missed me so much over that.”

“I’m… I’m worried you don’t like me anymore… that I did something to make you hate me.”

“I’m not mad at you” Bakugou sighed, shoulders losing all tension as he gazes down at you “Or hate you. Just really busy with hero work right now.”

“That’s not true,” you sniffled, though the firmness in your voice and the stern look in your eyes as you gazed back at him, caused him to almost flinch “That’s not true, and you know it. Hero work didn’t make you suddenly get up and leave one day, didn’t make you just stop wanting to be around me, or talk to me. So, why did you?”

“Because… because… I… I just…” Bakugou began, trying to find the right words but unable to get his tongue to form any of them.

“Bakugou, please, just be honest with me!” You exclaimed, eyes pleading with him to just say anything, trying to push away from him in your anger, but to no avail; his grip on your shoulders just got stronger.

“I like you okay!” He finally managed to blurt out “But of course, you didn’t notice with stupid fucking Kanimari and Sero taking all of your goddamn time lately! And how they began hogging you, how was I supposed to react, huh? Was I supposed to be okay with them being so fucking friendly? To have them make you smile and laugh that stupid laugh yah have and make yah so fucking happy when that’s all I wanted to do! I like yah a lot, but I figured with all of this it meant you didn’t like me back, so I just fucking went away, okay?

“You’re such an idiot.” You whispered after an almost stunned pause, shaking your head as you gazed at him, watching as his chest rose and fell rapidly while he tried to regain his breath.

A giggle bubbled up your throat as you bit your lip to hide the smile crossing your face, eyes still glued to the clueless man in front of you; watching as his brows began to furrow even further in anger over your response. He never did get to voice a syllable of his anger before your lips pressed to his, your hands coming to cup the side of his face to pull him a little closer - a little deeper - into the kiss.

You pulled away far too quickly for Bakugou’s liking as his lips tried to follow yours; you giggled again at him, and he finally opened his eyes to look down at you, his smile mirroring your own when you whispered out “I like you too.”

This time, he kissed you, his smile could be felt against your lips at your confession; overjoyed that his feelings were actually reciprocated. It didn’t take long before the movie was forgotten over the mutual want, and need, to make up for the lost time. Bakugou quickly took control; tilting your head back, cradling your neck, and keeping you in place as he deepened the kiss - taking the lead and dominating it with a satisfied hum.

And how quickly those soft, sweet kisses, with little giggles and murmurs of sweet nothings in between when your lips parted, turned into something headier; heavier as the two of you grew louder. The smacking and sucking of lips as they continuously connected felt frantic as the minutes passed like nothing, saliva coating your chins as you both refused to part - to catch even one breath. Your hands wandered down his chest, pulling him by the soft cotton fabric of his t-shirt to hover over you as you shifted to lay fully down on the soft cushions.

The change in position is what finally snapped Bakugou back into reality, out of his spell your soft lips had lured him into, as he finally pulled away from the kiss; tugging your hair gently to stop you from trying to chase after another as he did his best to dull the burning ache in his lungs.

You weren’t making it easy for him though, arching your back to snuggly press your chest to his as you stared up at him with those lust-filled eyes, making his body grow hot and pants tighten as you begged him to “Please don’t stop.”

“You sure you wanna do that, beautiful?” He masked his shaky, broken, breath with a hum and he nudged his nose with yours. “Think you’re ready for all that?”

“Of course, I am.” Your bottom lip sticking out in a pout “More than ready! Please, Katsu?”

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that?” Bakugou sighs out, lips attacking yours once more as his hands move to hike up your legs so his knee can slide, and rest, between them.

The resulting gasp that leaves your lips when you feel his knee press up against your cunt is met with a chuckle as he begins to travel his hot kisses across your cheeks and down your neck; tongue lavishing the smooth skin he finds there, marring it with small nips and sucks as he calloused hands wandered underneath your sweater; your skin jumping at the newfound friction as he slowly began dragging the fabric upwards and off your body.

Your skin erupted in goosebumps when it met the cold air, though you really couldn’t mind when he followed suit, his gloriously chiseled chest - one you knew took years to build - was before your eyes and at your fingertips. Bakugou allowed you a moment to drink it all in, to get your fill, before nudging your curious hands away in favour of resuming the task at hand.

His lips trailed over your newly exposed, supple flesh, down the valley between your breasts, and inhaling the scent of your skin and his rough palms began to roll and squeeze at your mounds through the soft cotton bra you decorated them in.

It all felt so heavenly, and though your heart swelled at the fact, and thought, that he was willing to go slow for your sake, it just wasn’t enough for you, if the small whimpers and wiggling of your hips were any indication. You needed, craved, more of his touch.

“Katsu, please!” You finally whined, body too hot to lay comfortably still or endure this slow torment anymore. “Stop going so slow, I need more!”

Your complaint ended with a strangled cry as you felt his teeth sink harshly into your hardened nipple, the fabric doing nothing to dull the ache.

“Stop whining…” He grumbled out, voice low as his teeth tug once more at the abused bud, before letting it go “Been waiting a long time for this, and I’m gonna do it right, ya hear? So just lay back and let me do what I want.”

You merely let out a whimper and nod in response, his chuckle and mummer of ‘good girl’ going straight to your core and he continued his adoration of your chest; the latches of your bra finally slacking as he removed the only barrier between your sensitive skin and his warm breath. His lavishing turned more aggressive as he began to nibble, kiss, nip, and tug at the supple flesh - leaving his marks wherever he saw fit - with your moans and mewls spurring him on further.

“What did I say?” Bakugou growled, hands shoving your wiggling hips back down onto the couch.

“I can’t help it!” You sob, hands coming up to tug at his hair in frustration “Just wanna feel more of you, wanna feel you inside, please!”

“God, baby,” He groaned, head ducking down against your chest to try and regain the resolve he just lost; shaking his head after a moment, shushing you with a kiss before you could whine once more,  “Not yet… but promise I’ll make you feel good, give you want you want, okay?” 

Without another word, Bakugou swiftly pulled both your sweats and panties down your leg; baring your bottom half to him and the heady air of the room you were in, kissing one of your calves while settling your legs to sit comfortably on his shoulders. His thumb began tracing up and down your wet folds as he marveled at the sight.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby…” He whispered out, his other thumb joining to spread you open further, enjoying the way your thighs jumped as his hair tickled them as he leaned in close for a better look “So, so, pretty.”

He wasted no further time before confidently swiping his tongue up and down your glistening cunt; relishing in the broken moan you let out when his tongue began circling your clit; all restraint leaving him when your hands tugged at his hair as his lips finally wrapped around your little button, sucking mercilessly.

He was utterly filthy with the way he ravished your cunt, the amount of spit he gathered between his mouth and your pussy as he abused your poor clit with onslaughts of tongue flicking, was obscene as his slurping could be heard over everything else in the room as he tried to taste more of your sweet juices. He watched your pretty head thrash from side to side, and listened to you wail as he dragged his tongue up your fluttering hole, just to shove himself deep inside you.

You were losing your mind to the pleasure, your hips unable to stay still as your moans and cries of pleasure were released unabashedly like a mantra to the gods above; nails digging harshly into the pillows nearby and your lover's scalp as you tried desperately to ground yourself, to little avail, as you begged and whined for him to let you cum.

Your sounds were beautiful, and Bakugou couldn’t deny, they were certainly doing something to his ego, but they were also going straight to his cock, twitching and aching for you, uncontrollably. And if he wanted to avoid a noise complaint, and not cum in his pants like a teenager, he had to do something.

“Stop squirming!” Bakugou groaned, pinning your hips once again within his iron grip “Told you to stop it, you brat”

“M’sorry,” you hiccuped, thighs twitching and squirming over the need to gain some of the lost stimulation “I’m… M’just close, wanna cum.”

“You will, baby,” Bakugou hummed, arm stretching across your body to have his fingers tap at your lip “Open wide, and suck on these like a good girl, okay?”

You do so without a word. Lips part to accept two of his thick digits into your waiting mouth; tongue swirling almost instantly as you hollow your cheeks, he could feel the gentle vibrations of your moans when the pads of his fingers pressed down on your tongue.

“Such a good girl,” Bakugou groaned, the sight alone almost made him come undone, as he leaned back down to continue what you so rudely interrupted.

You did as you were told, sucking so diligently on Bakugou's fingers as he continued to push you over the edge; moaning, though muffled, was constant as you tried to maintain a rhythm. - afraid that he might stop again.

Not that Bakugou would. You were driving him wild, and now he wanted nothing more than to make you cum; first on his face, and then on his cock. Talking between breaths about how pretty your pussy is, how good you were, how he’s gonna stretch you open, all while fucking you with his tongue; his sucking and slurping filling the air in between his words. All this while trying to keep his composure from the sight of your debauched face messily sucking his fingers to keep quiet; feeling your drool run down his wrist. 

It didn’t take long. Bakugou’s words, sinful tongue, and moans against your cunt made your eyes roll to the back of your skull, causing you to let out a strangled cry as your toes curled and thighs twitched - doing their best to crush his head as he continued to slurp and suck your cunt; cleaning you up; hands pinching and squeezing at your hips to try to soothe your shaking body.

“You think you’re ready for more, babygirl?” Bakugou asked voice strained as his hands began frantically fumbling with his belt “Ready for me, baby?”

“Y-yes… ah-!” Your cry ended with a small whimper as you felt Bakugou slap the tip of his cock against your puffy clit

“You sure?” He teased, tone mocking your own as he slots his heavy cock between your folds; chuckling at the way your twitching little hole tries to suck him in “Want me to fuck you?”.

“Yes, please! I want you so bad, only want your cock, want it to fill me up, want it so bad, please!” 

“So fucking needy…” Bakugou cursed, slowly pushing his thick cock head into you, gritting his teeth at just how tight you were for him “But so fucking good.”

His hips meet yours with a snap, causing you to cry out as tears cling to your lashes; not used to the feeling of being so full. His hand, still wet with your drool, pinches your cheeks together slightly to force you to look back at him.

“Eyes on me, got it?” He commands, though gentle in tone, waiting for you to nod your head before pulling out to thrust into you again.

His pace is deliberate, thrusting into you slowly, deeply, hitting every spot that makes you see stars; your mind still a little hazy, and body still too sensitive from the most recent orgasm, as your muscles jump and twitch at every drag of his heavy cock as you cling to him. Moaning his name as your nails dig into his back, watery eyes doing their best to stay on him as your face heats in embarrassment and blood rushes to your ears; barely able to hear the groans that pass his bitten red lips.

Bakugou was relishing, savoring, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him, milking him as he watched those tears threaten to fall from your beautiful eyes as you gaze up at him; your hot breath mingling with his own as your lips brushed his with every heavy thrust in, tempting him to lean down to connect them fully.

As heavenly as it was; you need more, more, more.

“Katsuki, more please!” You sighed, pulling him into a brief kiss to entice him further. When your request was met without change; his pace still agonizingly slow, your lips formed that familiar pout. “Come on Katsu, faster! You said you would fuck me!”

“You want me to fuck you, hah?” Bakugou growled, sitting up to push your legs into your chest, not bothering to care that his nails were digging into your skin “I’ll fuck that pretty little cunt until you’re screaming my name until you’re begging me to cum inside you.”

Each of his words was emphasized by a rough thrust of his hips, each drag of his length against your inner walls so perfect, making your eyes flutter and threaten to shut from the intense pleasure. His muscles rippled from the increased speed as his hips met yours, again and again, making sure his pelvis bullied your clit with each forward motion; cock burying itself even deeper inside you and hitting that spongy spot in your aching cunt that made you gush - soaking his coarse pubic hair and making a mess of you both.

Your cries of his name and tears of pleasure were met with mocking whenever you wailed out that it was too much; his rough tone growled at you to, “take his cock, like the good little brat you are.”

“Yeah, you wanted harder, so you fucking take it.” He snarled, pushing your legs even closer to your chest; lifting you higher as his balls pressed firmly against the curve of your ass; cock buried inside you to the hilt as his tip kisses your cervix. “M’gonna fill you up with my cum, n’you’re gonna keep it all in this sloppy pussy, yeah?”

“Y-yeah…” You mumbled with a nod, eyes glossy as your walls twitch around him.

“Good fuckin girl.” 

His grip tightens as his pace picks up to an even more brutish one, heavy cock bullying its way into you to pound that spongy sweet spot to make you gush and squirm for him. He was so close and wanted nothing more than to feel you sweet cunt milk his cock for all it was worth.

Your eyes finally closed due to the surmounting pleasure and pressure in your core; eyes rolling back once more as your nails raked down his back, leaving angry, red lines in their wake, and causing Bakugou to hiss in pain and pleasure. Wailing out his name one final time before cumming, hard; whimpering in overstimulation of the final few thrusts it took before Bakugou finally filled you up.

The weight of Bakugou’s body was comforting as he lay atop you; peppering kisses along your chest and neck as you both tried to recover from such intense pleasure. You pulled his head from your neck to press your lips to his in a final, and much needed, sweet kiss.

“You okay?” Bakugou whispered, eyes scanning her face for any signs of pain or discomfort, singing in relief when you nodded your head.

“Sorry I made us miss the movie” You giggled breathlessly, turning your head to the TV and watching the credits scroll across the screen.

Bakugou smirks, grinding his hips against yours and making you gasp “We can miss another one if you want.”

So This Is Love

bakugou x fem!reader

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wc: 363

cw: tooth rotting fluff

Bakugou katsuki loves you so much he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

Katsuki couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. He thought the day couldn’t get any better, already blessed with the rest of the day off; Then the sight of you, the love of his life, dancing and singing without a care in the world as you clean. He leans against the door frame as he watches you frolic around in only your underwear and one of his shirts that swallows you whole.

The sound fades out as he gazes at you lovingly, absolutely adoring your voice as you sing, “But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name, so in love that you act insane, and that's the way I loved you”

He loves the way your voice matches the singer’s perfectly, and the way you look so childish when you spin around, and when it gets to the chorus you pick up the picture of the two of you and hug it tightly to your chest. He can’t get enough of you. Katsuki Bakugou is absolutely smitten, it’s insane. If any of his friends saw him right now, he’d be made fun of to no end. But he didn’t care, because he’s never been so in love, so infatuated with someone that he doesn’t care who sees.

You still haven’t turned around to face him. Understandably being unable to hear him come in over the music, so he takes matters into his own hands. Katsuki walks up behind you and wraps his hands around your waist, swaying with the music. You let out a small yelp at the intrusion before you realize it’s him. At first, you're filled with excitement but just as you realize what you were doing, embarrassment overtakes you.

“Gosh Kat, you scared me! Um, how long have you been standing there?” You mutter in a quiet voice as the song finishes out. You don’t need to know he was there, that could be just for him, just this once.

“Just walked in.” He says with a small adoring smile on his face. God he was so head over heels for you, so this was love, huh.

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💧 Lactation Kink 💧

EXPLICIT - MINORS DNI

Content + Warnings: Drinking breast milk, masturbation, male orgasm, fem!reader, reader referred to as “mama” and “baby”

Word Count: 528

a/n: @fairyfuyu this is your doing…

AIZAWA!!! Kirishima, Bakugou, Taishiro, Toshinori, DAICHI, Hinata, Nishinoya, Bokuto, Atsumu, GOJO, Nanami, Toji, MIKEY, Baji

It drips out the corners of his mouth, thin white liquid trickling down his chin and falling messily to the floor below.

His eyes are closed and his ears are ringing from the sheer pleasure he feels right now, your warm milk coating his tongue and soothing his throat as he swallows gulp after gulp. He barely registers that you just asked him a question, hardly able to open his eyes and blink up at you as if he’s staring at an angel.

He hums in question, needing you to repeat yourself, but you can’t. Staring down at pupils so dilated they’re completely black - the eyes of a man starved.

Your lips part and your jaw drops open, letting out a breathy moan as his teeth drag at your puffy teet, tugging on your nipple and causing even more milk to rush out.

He tries to swallow it all, but just can’t. Instead parting his lips and letting all of it flow down his bare chest, gathering at the base of his cock.

He looks down to watch as your precious milk starts to coat his cock, dripping all the way down the shaft to his tip. It twitches - throbs - and leaks precum in an even bigger puddle on the floor. His hands are still massaging your sore breasts, making even more squirt out, hitting him in the face and drenching him completely.

“Fuck–“ he huffs, hardly able to form any words at this point, “Your fuck’n tits, mama–“

He greedily wraps his lips around the other, neglected teet, sucking harder than before like he’s become impatient.

“Need it. Fuck’n need it.” It’s a growl. A possessive demand for every last goddamn drop.

You watch as he drops a hand to his cock, stroking himself only a few times before he starts bucking his hips into his fist.

“Fuck. Not enough. Not fuck’n enough baby!” He sucks as much of your sweet sweet milk into his mouth as he can, before tearing himself away from your swollen tits and lowering his head over his own lap. His lips purse, and a steady stream of breast milk falls from his tongue right onto his cock.

It coats it completely: so warm and slick, making his fist glide along his shaft with an obscene squelch that fills both your ears.

“Agh– hnng yes– fuck yes– right fuck’n there–“ he grunts with every thrust, fucking his own fist like his life depends on it. Like he’s never been so desperate to cum before now.

He stares up at you like he’s tortured by the pleasure, tears wetting his lash line, mouth agape with sinful moans spilling out, and remnants of your newborn baby’s nutrients covering his entire face.

With one more thrust, he cums. Thick ropes shooting from his tip to join the pool of fluids beneath him, each one seemingly longer than the last, until nothing more than a few drops leave his tip.

He looks up at you completely wrecked. Messy chest heaving and spent cock bobbing between his thighs, soaking in the puddle he’s created, defeated and utterly satisfied.

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Babycakes!! I got Bakugou on the brain and I wanna know how you feel about this idea

Okay so friends to lovers Bakugou (because friends to lovers is the only thing I know how to do) who wants to take you out on a date first before you guys have sex but one day y'all are making out and get a little too carried away, desperately dry humping each other, teeth clashing, fingers gripping each other a little too tight until you finally cum and make a mess of your clothes - 🍓

pleaaaase omg strawb you’re feeding my brain rot here 😖‼️

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

cw: smut, MDNI 18+, dry humping, some dirty talk uwu

gasp but can you imagine, you’re in bakugou’s lap, his hands pushing up your shirt because he’s so fucking desperate to touch you. he knows he shouldn’t, he knows he should wait— touching you like this wasn’t part of his plan just yet, no matter how many times he’d dreamed of this moment...but shit, you’re so pretty like this above him. your lips are bruised and bitten a shade of red that rivals his eyes, even as they travel your face for any doubts. your clothes are mussed, chin shining with spit from where your lips crashed against one another in a messy kiss and there’s shades of deep blue and purple blossoming against your sweat licked skin from where the blonde has marked you as his own.

katsuki’s dreamed of this, your smaller-than-his hands roaming his body, sliding underneath his shirt to rake your nails down his honey abs. he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, he’d done this before— snuck away from parties you attended together to fuck whoever came his way. he’d touched people in the same way you explored him now— so why the fuck was he acting like a teenager having a girl in his bedroom for the first time?

because he loved you, he’d waited through teen romances and college break ups for you and now katsuki bakugou was finally getting a taste of the girl he loved. “we shouldn’t— fuck, yn...i wanted to fuckin’ wait babe,” the blonde heaves under swipes of his tongue against your bottom lip, sitting up to force his pink muscle through your parted lips, exploring your hot mouth. it’s a messy exchange of spit and small, precious moans— your bodies sparking with heat as you press harder and harder against one another. “don’ wanna fuck ya like this, wanna wait...”

“katsuki,” you whine out so fucking sweetly that the sound goes straight to his throbbing cock pushed up against your doughy thighs. you grab at his hands that burn marks into your hips and drag them under your shirt, letting the blonde paw at your breasts while lust fizzes in the little air thats left between you. “katsu, don’ care just ...touch me...” you plead for him, beg your best friend between sloppy kisses and slow grinds of your hips above his hard on.

the blonde shudders at the feeling and the sound, your fat, slick folds practically visible through the thin layer of your leggings— they slide perfectly over his length, so warm that he can only begin to imagine what you feel like underneath all those clothes. his head spins at the way you call for him, like you need him, like you love him and how he makes you feel. “yeah baby?” bakugou coos lowly, sitting up to chase your lips as he takes control and moves your body over him. he ruts up, forcing his tip to push your pussy lips from over your clothes— smirking into the kiss when you desperately tut back. “you need me? want me to fuckin’ touch yer, yeah?”

you keen into his touch, losing trace of kastki’s lips as he tweaks your pebbled nipples from under your shirt— letting you roll your hips in circles to create friction against his sex. dopamine dances across your brain at the feeling of his thick, prominently veined cock pushing at your clit from underneath your clothes— it all feels so new, so fucking good like you’ve never felt it before. “suki, please... ohmygod please...y’so big, s’good...” you slur, breathing laboured from the way you hump his bulge.

“i know baby, suki knows,” katsuki pushes open your mouth with his tongue, swapping salvia with you before he starts to thrust upwards— your dripping cunt leaking all over his grey sweats. “dreamt of ya, seein’ you like this on my dick— fuck baby, s’much better than in my fuckin’ head. gonna let me make you cum, sweet girl? shit, need’ya to let me make you cum baby,”

you nod your lips push into a needy pout, so fucking cutely and it’s all for fucking him. all of it is for him. “wi-will you show me, suki?” you mumble with wanton, arching your back for him. large palms dance to your ass, gripping the flesh harshly before katsuki starts to push and you across his lap, desperate to see what faces you’ll make for him when you do reach your high. “will you show me what you did to me in your dreams?”

“‘course i will baby, your suki’s gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, show ya how good it feels’ta hump a fat cock like his, yeah? that what’cha want?” he whispers to you between slots of his mouth against yours, practically fucking it with his tongue to pacify you on top of him. katsuki is searing to the touch, rutting up into you with such vigour that your chest bounces and you jump up with each of his thrusts.

you pull away from bakugou’s swollen lips to bury your face in his neck, kitten like mewls escaping you as he pushes harder and harder on your puffy clit, sliding through your slick folds through your clothes. you latch onto his neck and suck to keep yourself content, pleasure filled tears sticking to your lashes. “mhm, s’what i want suki,” you whine, words muffled by the drool spilling from your mouth—creating a shine against his honey skin.

your best friend squeezes your ass once more, groaning with ruby eyes fluttering shut as he listens to you— his best friend, pleading for him to make her feel good. “suki?,” you ask again, calling his name in that heavenly way and desperately humping his cock.

he opens his eyes, dark smirk crossing his lips before grabbing your cheeks. “don’chu worry baby, anything ya ask suki for, yer gonna get. ‘m gonna make you see fuckin’ stars.” bakugou murmurs into the shell of your ear, punctuating his words with a sinful roll of his hips.

Commenting on how strong bakugou is all the time making his ego inflate 10 fold, but only when you say it. Like greeting him at the door after he finishes a workout and his muscles have a layer of sweat still making them glisten. And he’s talking to you except you’re completely zoned out staring at them. Once he notices what the hell you’re looking at he will tease you to no end,

“Ohhh I see, you like my arms, baby?” He says while flexing his biceps practically making you drool and he just laughs at you not even mad you weren’t listening.

Or he will ask you for massages on his back because that’s your favorite part of him. It’s just so strong and so sexy how could you not love it?

“So fuckin sore lately. You mind rubbin my back, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” you say a liiiitttle too quickly, moving to straddle his lower back sensually rubbing his exposed skin.

OR OR OMG when things are getting … heated between the two of you and you’re like making out on a wall or something, he will always pick you up so your hips are around his waist. Not only because he knows you love it when he shows his strength but it gives straight access to your pussy so he can slowly roll his hips into yours while continuing to kiss you.

“Jump baby. Fuck yeaa thats my good girl.”

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i choose 🫐 if it isn’t already taken

hi baby!! welcome here!!🥺 ofc you can be 🫐 anon!!

- nd you got me screaming without the s!!!!

i’m such a slut for his muscles and strength!!!🥺

Or when y’all are in the bedroom in the morning and Katsuki is going through the closet trying to choose what to wear with his back completely facing you, with each movement his muscles moves and he can feel your gaze burning his neck!! That’s when he slightly turn his head to the side, watching you from the corner of his eyes as he smirks at the way you were ogling at him shamelessly

And he’s such a asshole about it too!! A small grunt — almost sounding like a deep moan — escaped from his throat as he started to stretch, fully teasing you as he faked innocence, pretending that he didn’t caught you staring at his muscled that he proudly built over time, making your brain and heart melt once again as you closed your thighs for some sort of friction.

“tsukiii..” the way you whine for him was what made him 100% sure that he caught you on his trap. A devilish smirk grew on his face, before he turned to you and approached you with a condescending gaze.

“does my muscles turn you on, princess?” He chuckled, placing his thumb on your lower lip while his pointer finger curled under your chin, causing your full attention to be only on him and nothing else… you are such a good girl for him!!

You nodded at his words with a small whine, dumbly opening your mouth and letting him slide his thumb against your tongue before pressing on it. At this point you looked up at him with nothing but hearts in your eyes — making his dick throb painfully against his sweat !! He can’t take it anymore !!

“so good f’me, huh, pretty girl?” He spoke, now placing both of his hands right under your ass and picking you up to wrap your legs around his hips — causing you to press your covered core against his hard on, making you mewl for him again…

“c’mon, gimme a kiss, pretty”

oh that kiss turned into so much more!!

mm no but it’s okay

my heart hurts

Valentine’s day Event!!

It’s started late because I have been busy but every day for the rest of February there will be a new something for Bakugou!!! Please please please feel free to give me prompts/requests, everything but smut <3 happy reading!!!

Event fics here:

Day 1: More Thankful Than You Know

Day 2: So This Is Love

Day 3: s/o who’s love language is touch

Day 4: “Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

Day 5: I’ll Be Your Voice

i don’t want to be a virgin anymore😮

Shark Week

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wc: 761

his poor thing is in her period and he just wants to be good and help :(

You were having quite possibly the worse day of your life, and some may have called you dramatic but guaranteed if they had gone through what you did, that would not be the consensus.

The day started fine with you getting up and ready for work, wanting to dress up a little more today because it was just one of those days you wanted to look cute. Picking out the dress you wanted and taking a shower you were off leaving bakugou sleeping soundly in the bed behind you. And it continued to go smoothly until 11 o’clock, where some lowlife fucker was standing outside of your usual lunch place trying to pick you up and once you said no, screaming profanities at you. Oh but it didn’t stop there, no, an hour later the worst cramps you have ever experienced shot through your body all at once.

Then came the back pain and the dreadfully long awaited blood. Except in your attempt to ignore what you thought was just a stomach ache you continued to work therefor leaking though your nice, pretty, expensive dress. By then it was only 2 just a couple more hours to go, right?

It was becoming harder and harder to ignore the pain spreading throughout your body due to your menstruation especially now that the underwire of your bra was quite literally puncturing your skin.

You would’ve called Bakugou to come pick you up but it made you feel so bad that his job is so hard and he works so much and for you to disturb a rare day off, gosh. So instead you decided to call it quits and take the rest of the day off sick, walking out of your office building with and ugly, puffy zip up around your waist to cover the stain. Desperately trying to fight back the tears of a hard day on the car ride home.

Finally, finally you opened the front door and tears immediately started threatening to fall as you ripped off your short heels, chucking them to the floor. Bakugou must of heard all the commotion (how could you not) and jogged into the entryway of your apartment. He took a couple seconds to assess what he was looking at and when he saw your watery eyes he quickly came running to your aid.

He sees you frantically trying to reach back to the zipper of your dress before he reaches for your arms to get your attention. “Hey hey hey, what’s goin on? What’s the matter, baby?” He says in a soft tone, rubbing soothing circles into your arms with his thumbs.

“If i don’t get this stupid bra off in the next two minutes i’m going to cry.” You say with a wobbly voice. He reaches back to unzip the back of your dress and unhook the clasp, freeing the bras tightening hold. You sigh in relief but the tears are still forming in your eyes.

“You sure that’s the only thing makin you wanna cry sweets? And why’re ya wearing this around your waist you hate this jacket?” He inquires.

“I’m hurting, and angry, and so embarrassed and I just want to feel okay but I don’t, so I had to take a half day and walk out of that office basically with a huge sign on my back saying ‘oh, that time of the month again’. I leaked through my new dress the one that you bought me for my birthday, the one that i was waiting months to get, n’ now it’s ruined. I got catcalled this morning by some disgusting guy outside the bakery. And now I’m ruining your off day by acting like a little baby who can’t handle their own body.” You cry out, tears actually falling now.

“Aw baby, why didncha tell me you had such a bad day, i woulda came and picked you up or at the very least brought you some new clothes. You aren’t ruining my day either, I love spending time with my pretty girl, even if it’s to cheer her up, kay?” Bakugou says as he wipes the tears from your puffy eyes.

“Kay…” It comes out quieter than you would have liked but he hears it.

“C’mon let’s go get you changed, and don’t you worry about that dress you’ll get to wear it again, promise. Now what was that about you getting catcalled?” He asks as he picked you up, legs locking around his back so he can carry you to the bedroom like a little kid.

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