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soft!dom!bucky who starts dreading taking you home. don't get him wrong, he would never feel comfortable with any woman walking home by herself (there was even one instance where you both were at a bar and spotted a younger woman clearly alone, and, with her approval, bucky insisted on both of you accompanying her home so that she wasn't walking alone at night), and he will be dead the day you are left to walk home without your man there. but, taking you home means that you're not with him anymore. it means that he doesn't get to hear your laugh whenever he trips over the corner of the rug. it means he doesn't get to fall asleep with you wrapped around him like a koala while also somehow stealing most of the blankets. it means he's alone with his thoughts.

soft!dom!bucky who is hanging out with his friends one night, all gathered in his apartment, when you run to the bathroom. you've been dating for almost a year and a half, but any outsider would think you're still in the honeymoon phase with how, frankly, obsessed you are with each other. steve seems to notice the fallen look on bucky's face when you head down the hall, and just blurts out so, when are you moving her in? bucky was surprised at his bluntness, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't stick with him for the rest of the evening. even after you came back from the bathroom, the thought was swirling around his head. if you noticed the spaced out look in your eyes whenever he looked at you, you were kind enough to not point it out in front of everyone.

soft!dom!bucky who can't stop thinking about living together even days later, and decides that, yeah, he wants to live with you. he already knows he's going to spend the rest of his life with you, and he knows you feel the same, but living together is a big step. granted, bucky has already cleared out a drawer in his dresser for your clothes, and you do have a toothbrush and some bath products in his bathroom; bucky's also cleared off a shelf in his pantry for your favorite snacks, so it wouldn't be too much of a change. not to mention the fact that you spend nearly all of your free time together, and it's more common than not that you'll spend the night at each other's apartment. so, it's an easy decision to ask you to move in, but that doesn't mean his mind doesn't play tricks on him, trying to convince him that you'll say 'no' and he'll be devastated.

soft!dom!bucky who doesn't mean to blurt it out the next time you see each other. you made a mild complaint about wearing the same two pajamas every time you sleep at his place, and he couldn't stop himself from saying I mean, you could always keep more clothes here. you'd responded with but then I'll have less clothes to wear at my place. and, well, bucky had basically no choice other than to say what if you just move in? your back was still facing him, freezing in the middle of rifling through your drawer for a different shirt. turning to him, your eyes remain wide for merely one second before they soften, a small smile making its way onto your face.

soft!dom!bucky who has never felt more relieved than when you crawl onto the bed with your smile growing more mischievous by the second. you want me to move in? you asked, batting your eyelashes and placing a hand on his knee, squeezing it comfortingly to let him know you're not opposed to the idea. more than anything bucky mutters back, resting his hand over yours. I just... I miss you when you're not here, and you know how much I love seeing you on my couch whenever I get home from work. plus, all your things will be in one place, so it'll be easier than going between apartments whenever you need anything. I - you shut him up with a kiss, swallowing his words until they taper off and he melts into your embrace. of course I will, daddy you mumble against his lips.

soft!dom!bucky who starts moving you in the very next day. he packs up your things for you, and doesn't know whether or not to text you in the middle of your shift to let you know that he found your vibrator in your nightstand. while you have plenty of toys stored at his apartment, bucky knows you have needs even when you can't be with him, and accepts that he can't always be there with you to fulfill them, so he's not angry in the slightest that you have one. it's just... it's the thought of you using it on yourself when you're alone, probably whimpering and whining because your finger's can't reach as far as his, nor can your bullet lick you like he does, and he's suddenly aching and desperate to use it on you. even better, he wants to watch you use it on yourself. ultimately, he decides not to bring it up while you're at work, knowing you'll probably get embarrassed, and that's the last thing he wants. you shouldn't be ashamed for your needs or how you take care of them, so he waits.

soft!dom!bucky who has the next day off from work, though you still have to go in, but you'd given bucky the keys to your apartment so that he could begin the moving process. not only do you trust him to not break your antiques (something which makes bucky proud of himself), but he insisted that he wasn't going to let you move anything. he's fully capable of carrying boxes, and even calls steve for help moving your furniture (something that steve was all too happy to do, considering he's already been waiting for the wedding invitations for a couple months) and his princess shouldn't have to worry about overworking herself. you're his princess, after all, and you deserve to relax at any chance you get. and if bucky decides to move the heavier boxes when you come back from work, so what? it's just coincidence; it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his cock stays half-hard every time he catches you staring at him with that far-away look in your eyes, gazing up at him like he's your savior who's come to take away all your problems.

soft!dom!bucky who has everything moved in before dinner. all that's left is to sell your various leftover furniture that bucky already has, but natasha informed you that she'd help in that department (she has also been waiting for wedding invitations). it's not until after you've eaten that bucky decides to celebrate your relationship milestone by bringing out your vibrator, not letting the look of embarrassment linger on your face for more than a second before he lets you know that he's the exact opposite of offended. he wants you to always be satisfied, and he assures you that you'll never have to want for anything, because he'll always provide anything you need.

With your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you hum as you try to remember.  “I don’t know, Jackie,” you admit, “I think you were there. You usually are. In my dreams, I mean. I think we were at the beach… or at a lake?”

You pull the blanket up to your arms. It’s still much too early to think about so much, but if Jack asks, you deliver.

“Sounds nice,” he mumbles. His voice is hoarse, almost rough like sandpaper. “Keep going.”

Something about the way he speaks makes your tummy flutter. 

“Well,” you go on, “There were birds. Green ones.”

“Mhm…”

“They kept circling over us. I don’t think I know any green birds.”

“Me neither.”

You hear him shift again, and this time there is another sound. Like… like fabric moving.  You’re about to question this when Jack suddenly groans. 

“Keep talkin’, sweet girl,” he croaked.

“Jackie…?” 

“Please. Just talk. That’s all I’m askin’.”

His words are followed by a wet, filthy sound.  You immediately feel the pull in your lower tummy as you begin to realise. 

“There- we went swimming,” you go on, a little shakily now, “and saw fish. A bunch of ‘em. Little ones, which were— “

Jack moans softly, which makes you press your thighs together. 

“Um…” As you grow more flustered, it gets harder to speak. “They were like rainbows, their scales. The sun made them change colours.”

“Uh huh,” Jack mutters, his voice thin and strangled. “Keep goin’, baby. Just a little longer."

You can’t really focus as you hear the way his hand begins to move faster, slick sounds coming out of the speaker of your phone. 

“I… uh, we… we… I don’t remember, Jackie.”

“C’mon, bunny,” he encourages, “You can. Use that pretty little head of yours for me. For Daddy, hm?”

Liquid heat collects at the base of your spine, and you sneak a hand down between your thighs, only applying pressure for now. You’re not allowed to touch without him there. 

“Daddy, I don’t remember,” you whine. 

“Yeah, you do,” he retorts. “Baby, you do. C’mon, talk to me. Help out your Daddy.”

“We- we sat at the shore,” you continue. You weren’t even sure if it was true or just desperation making you invent things now. “And we saw dragonflies. And you held my hand and told me about your day at work. It was… it was a good day, I think.”

“Mhm.” He inhaled sharply, and you heard fabric rustling again. “So close, bunny. Just a little longer. Daddy’s almost done. Oh, fuck.” 

You clench around nothing as he curses, all breathy and needy.

“You.. we just kept sitting and talking. You, um, you kissed my cheek. And then you held me.”

The last word has barely left your mouth when a godless noise spills from his mouth.  “Fuck, bunny, yes. Yes, keep talking with that sweet voice of yours. Please, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whimper, your cunt pulsing now. “I don’t remember anything else. Just you and me at the water and the fishies and the dragonflies and—”

You’re interrupted by the deep, throaty moan that claws itself up from his chest only to fall from his lips like a tidal wave.

“Oh, fuck,” Jack gasps. “Yes. That’s my bunny.”

It’s quiet for a moment, only his heavy breathing and your needy little gasps as you rock into your hand, your hips moving almost involuntarily.  It always takes Jack a few seconds to catch his breath when he cums like that.

“Bunny?” he murmurs then. 

“Yeah?” you whisper. 

“Get that hand off your cunt right now. She’s mine. And I’m coming over right now to take good care of her.”

“right now? it’s so late!” you protested, but jack’s lips were already attaching to your neck, pressing kisses to your pulse point.

“s’only eleven. night’s still young,” robby said. “think it’s time we get our pretty girl’s first, huh, brother?”

“i like the sound of that,” jack agreed mostly absentmindedly, as his hands were already working off your top and latching onto a breast. robby started to play with the other, pinching your nipple between his fingers.

“oh,” you moaned in surprised contentment, the sudden, but not unwelcome, stimulation making your head spin with lust. jack’s knee ground between your legs, working in a tantalizing circle that had you soaking through your panties.

“feel good, pretty girl?” robby hummed, working your nipple in circles.

“m- mhm. really good,” you returned. your fingers played with jack’s hair while he suckled your breast, not once coming up for air.

robby pulled you in for a slow kiss while jack started to do the same down your body, stopping only when he reached the barrier that was your panties. he pulled them down to pool at your ankles, moaning at the sight of your glistening folds.

“fuck me,” jack muttered to himself. “someone worked herself up quick.”

“can you blame me?” you replied.

jack only chuckled as he slid his tongue between your folds without warning, his slight stubble scratching at your inner thighs. you gasped at the sudden contact, threading your fingers through his gray locks.

“know what you’re doing down there, brother?” robby chuckled.

“know exactly what i’m doing. just keep her feeling good,” jack hummed in response. with that, he slid his tongue inside you with ease from your wetness, his thumb insistent against your clit.

robby did as told and held you against him, making it easier for him to hold both your tits, circling your nipples between his fingers.

the dual stimulation from robby’s large hands against you and jack’s tongue inside you felt amazing as always, but it wasn’t unlike anything you’d done with them before, and you didn’t see how this was going to work.

“jack,” you whined, since he seemed to be taking the lead here. “i love you, but. . .how’s this going to make me squirt?”

jack pulled his tongue out of your hole, his chin slick with your fluids and his thumb still circling your bud. “you don’t trust me, doll?” he smifked.

“no, i- i do! it’s just—ah—“ you whined, slightly distracted by the continued pressure against your clit. “you guys are usually. . .faster. . .you never make me cum this way.”

“well, this isn’t about making you cum. squirting’s a little more complicated than that,” jack hummed. “think you forget we’re doctors, baby. robby?”

“squirting’s about your g-spot and arousal. not so much orgasming,” robby explained. “hence why now that you’re wet enough. . .”

confusion took hold until jack slid his fingers inside you, instantly curling them into that spongy spot within your walls. your g-spot was one your past boyfriends seldom found, and if they had, it’d been completely by accident. hell, you even struggled to do it on your own.

“oh, fuck!” you exclaimed in surprise. jack’s fingers started to work quicker than his tongue had, putting pressure on your g-spot with every thrust. your mouth was wide open with shock and met with a smug look from jack.

“. . .jackie can do that,” robby finished.

“th- that feels—“

“i know, baby, i know. don’t worry, we gotcha. gonna get you there,” jack hummed. his overconfidence in his capabilities was working you up even more.

with every push of his fingers into your gummy walls and flick of robby’s thick fingers of your nipples, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to the edge. except this time, there was a new feeling in your gut paired with the one that always came seconds before release.

“fuck, jack, w- wait,” you cried, back arching off the bed as his pace only sped up.

jack smirked up at you. “what’s the matter, babydoll?”

“i feel like—fuck—l- like i have to pee.”

the two men shared equally smug looks between each other, which you absolutely caught despite their lack of verbal expression.

“oh, do you, now?” robby hummed, kissing your temple with such condescension that you thought you might explode.

“yes! ugh, jack, s- stop!”

“said you wanted to squirt, right? have to take it now, love.”

and just like that, within seconds, your orgasm arrived and crashed over you like a tidal wave, but so did another thing—a gush of liquid sprayed from you without warning, promptly soaking jack with your fluids and making a mess of the sheets below you. you gasped at your own bodily reaction, and even more so at the fact that jack seemed completely unphased by it, his fingers still working in and out of your cunt.

“christ, look at that,” robby muttered as you came back to planet earth, kissing your nose. “guess it’s real, after all.”

“i hate you,” you laughed breathlessly. you eyed jack to include him in on the insult, but you only received a smile in return.

“sure, pretty girl. and i bet you definitely don’t want us doing that again, right?”

“i didn’t say that. . .”

“good girl,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “that’s what i thought.”

You freeze. That’s not part of our regularly scheduled programming.

“Yes?”

Robby clears his throat, eyes scanning the diner behind you. He leans in and says, “They don’t pay you enough here.”

You shift. “Well—“

Robby puts his hand up, and for some reason you shut up. “Don’t argue. I know they don’t.” He scratches his beard, observing you. “You should quit.”

You laugh because it feels like your only option. It’s beginning to feel hot, and the few other people in the place are noticing you two. You’re sure if it wasn’t empty tonight, you’d get an earful about wasting time from your manager.

“I can’t,” you say. Your skin is buzzing— you should go. “I can’t pay rent without it.”

Robby smirks. “Okay.”

Your face twists at Robby’s tone. You press, “I can’t.”

“You’d be surprised.”

That’s the last word he says all night. Not even a thank you when you drop off his coffee and pie (along with the check). You stick behind the bar, wiping various coffee mugs with a rag.

When Robby eventually leaves, you stay behind the bar longer still. You check on all the pies in the case, counting each and every slice left, and then doing that twice more before deciding it's about time to go grab the twenty dollar bill Robby always leaves.

Except, it's not a twenty– it's a fifty. Twenty of them.

You choke on nothing, nabbing receipt only to find something scribbled hastily in pen on the bottom– a phone number and a message.

you roll your eyes, tutting loud and annoyed. “no ‘good morning baby.’ no, ‘you look so beautiful this morning. sorry for waking you up.’ you’re asking if i have panties on. i should kick you out on the street.”

bakugou’s smirk grows, he can deal with you pissy in the morning. in fact, this is exactly how he wants you. looking at him like he’s dirt on the bottom of your shoe, ready to slap him across his face for being crude.

he’s missed you. he wants you.

you eye his golden biceps. muscled and juicy in his tight thick tank. the bulletproof material hugs his pectorals, every ab and points his nipples. you ignore your name tattooed in cursive in his collarbone, the first and last letters peeking out of either side of his left strap. there’s leftover black eye makeup under his eyebrow and sweet sweat all over his body that makes him look similar to a glazed doughnut. he pull off his trousers last, leaving him in these black shorts he wears underneath. you can see his thighs tense as he lands back on both feet, his stupid thigh tattoo being revealed for a split second before hiding beneath the fabric.

bakugou should be exhausted after working for eighteen hours straight, he usually is. but fuck, if you don’t give him a new lease of life.

“good morning my sweet baby,” he coos, almost mockingly, just enough syrup laced in the words to keep you looking at him, albeit still frowning. he steps in closer to you, fingers gripping your chin, “been thinkin’ about you.”

you look up, head tilted in his grasp expectantly. he should be kissing you, right smack on your lips as a hello, maybe even an apology for waking you up.

instead, you follow his ruby pupils as they flicker over your face. lastly, staring at your lips. not kissing them. you hate how easily your body reacts to his proximity after how long he’s been yours, after him being so annoying.

your heart races when you can feel the heat of his body beaming onto your shorter one. you relax at the touch of his hand, any second now and you’re about to lean into his palm. you hate how even the sweaty smell of working on the streets, lingers loudly and warms you from the centre out. you’re one big reactive nerve for your boyfriend, ready to jump and rub up on him like a cat in heat.

“sorry, for wakin’ you from your beauty sleep, princess,” he bends in closer to you, his pretty face right in yours. plucked eyebrows, shaven face, a streak of dirt on his cheek. then he smirks, slow and sexy, “is that enough for you?”

at that, you yank out of his grip, slapping his hand off your face. “why are you being so annoying?” you whine, spinning around to go back to your bedroom. “don’t follow me!”

bakugou’s always been good with following rules but he’s choosing not to today. he bounces after you, right on your tail as you push open the door to your bedroom.

your crumpled white bedsheets, one side lifted over from where you were laying before. there’s a box of condoms on the side of your bed he claimed, left from the last time he was around.

“nuh-uh, i meant it. sorry for wakin’ you. i know you hate mornin’s,” he brushes his lips against your ear when he speaks, his hands finding your waist and he’s not surprised by how you lean into him.

“you need to go shower, stinky,” you mumble with a pout.

despite everything, you’re a fool for his attention.

“i will, i will,” he mumbles, slowly pushing you back onto your bed.

you fall back with ease, head on your pillow and bakugou climbs over on top of you. he’s got one of his knees between yours, hands on either side of your shoulders.

you adjust your hips to wrap your legs around his waist and ignoring his own face on your tee, he looks between your legs.

“ah, so you do have panties on,” he grins, hooking his finger on the fabric at your hip and pinging it to your skin.

you slap his hand, still in a mood, “ouch, idiot. obviously, i do.”

your fiery glare serves as loving warmth and heat at bakugou’s crotch. your eyebrows are furrowed yet your legs tighten around his waist. your fingers fiddle with his clothes, adjusting his tank making sure the straps are equal. you’re fighting against him with that cute little pout. bakugou likes when you’re about to snap, he hardly gets you like this.

“y’gonna let me take ‘em off, beautiful?” he plays, rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of them, your publc hair peeping out the top.

you pinch his bronzed side, “no. say sorry and greet me properly.”

bakugou grunts a laugh, both hands finding your hips and pulling you to his crotch. he notices how you inhale at the feel of his thickness, blink a few extra times.

“i’m not sorry for wakin’ you up. i wanted to see you,” bakugou knows the rules. happy life, happy wife. agree with everything your girlfriend says. but he’s in the mood to push, play with you a little.

you stifle a yawn beneath your palm at the same time birds chime outside. the morning sun is peeping out below your curtains and in this moment, you’re both levelled with how quiet it is.

“say sorry for forgetting your keys and making me climb out of bed to get you.”

“but then i wouldn’t have you and your little attitude lookin’ like you wanna bite me.”

you flick his forehead, your voice in need of some water this early, “so this is an attempt to seduce me? annoying me out of my panties?”

bakugou shakes his head with a grin, his hair thick with the grime of the day. “i don’t needa seduce you anymore. i bet i could slide right in. i bet you want me to.”

you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest. you refuse to touch him but your legs stay put.

“not true. we aren’t kids in a playground. you don’t have to be mean because you have a crush on me.”

“more than a crush. i love you,” he breathes, ducking into your neck to lay a few kisses down. he kisses a trail up to your jaw, lightly biting down on your skin. the angle pushes his cock between your legs and you fight the urge to grind up into him.

“you haven’t even kissed me hello,” you whine, gritting your teeth. “you’ve been mean to me.”

he lays a kiss to the corner of your lips. “is that all my baby wants? just a kiss?”

he’s got you all softened, he knows it. your eyes turn down at the edges, your lips keep twitching every time his face gets closer, your arms wrap around his neck to keep him close.

you nod slowly, “i’ve been telling you.”

“yeah? sorry, baby. it’s been a long day, f’me,” bakugou grins against your lips before slotting his over yours.

he focuses on your bottom lip. sucking your flesh until it’s tender, feeling all your limbs tighten around him and your hips rub against his cock. you’re so reactive when you’re sleepy, like your body is just acting on need and instinct.

once he gets a long sweet moan out of you, complete with a cute, “kats,” bakugou tilts his head to slink his tongue into your mouth. it’s wet, messy and slow. he works you like you’re a puzzle to unwind, to get you as relaxed as possible so he can fuck you back to sleep. you let him take control, all the fight slowly spilling out of your body.

it’s you that’s needy now, his plan all coming together.

he licks around your mouth. sucks on your tongue in order to draw a few more moans from you. you twitch beneath him, fingers grabbing at his tank top.

“kats, please,” you whine, spit connecting your lips to his.

bakugou kisses it away. he rumbles against you, gives you a grind against your core in return. it gets your back arching, a gasp pulled out of your throat.

“what, baby?” he grunts, so sure his arousal has taken over his face. “say it to me.”

“take off my panties. let me feel you,” you say loud and clear, never shy about your needs. bakugou’s always loved that about you, especially in the early days when he could never spit the words out.

bakugou works quickly, lifting your hips to grab your comfy floral panties. he pulls them up off your legs and he wants to stare at you, needy and ready for him but he’s distracted by something, “might need you to take off the tee too. don’t wanna be lookin’ at my face when i’m lovin’ you.”

you look down at his crumpled face, mid cursing in his hero uniform on your tee. “don’t wanna. it’s cold.” you pull up the fabric, resting it all on your breasts to reveal your stomach. “there.”

bakugou grunts, shoving the fabric under your chin. your breasts rise and fall with every breath and he doesn’t miss the goosebumps that prickle around your nipples, “there we go. i’ll keep you warm.”

you roll your eyes, a smile about to break, “get naked, hero. then i can go back to sleep.”

bakugou chuckles under his breath, unable to take his eyes off your face. the curve of a smile appearing and the squint of your eyes. he’s gonna treat you good, now and forever after.

bakugou pulls off his tank with the skill of a model in a perfume advertisement, sexy and purposeful, giving you enough time to skim down his body.

immediately, your hand flies to a spot just below his armpit, “you have a bruise! where were your sidekicks? did you take them?”

bakugou is quick to shush you, “wasn’t from patrol. was sparrin’ with them.”

“oh,” you whisper, resting your hand over the purplish spot, bakugou adjusts to shuffle out of his shorts and underwear in one go. “they need to go easier on you.”

then you look between his legs. you hope he doesn’t go easy on you.

“no the fuck, they don’t. i let them have this one. they didn’t get ninety nine percent of their shots.” he replies, taking his cock in his hand before you can.

bakugou has a gorgeous cock, one you speak about when you’ve had too many cocktails and beg for when he walks out the shower with a towel low on his waist. you’re about to start, pulling him to you by your legs at the sight of his scarred hand looking somewhat small when he gives himself a few pumps.

“okay, honourable senpai. you’re so kind letting your protégés hit you for a confidence boost.”

bakugou smirks, just like he knows how to rile you up, you know how to him. “you sure you wanna talk like this now?”

you smile, ignoring him, “get a condom, you’re already leaking.”

you brush your thumb over his head, swiping his pre and sticking it in your mouth.

“fuck,” bakugou gulps, stretching to grab one from his bedside table. “you win, whatever.”

“yay me.”

it’s exactly what you both wanted. bakugou stuffs a pillow under your back, grips your hips and slides completely into you.

you’re a little tight this morning with no foreplay but it’s a stretch you welcome. bakugou’s already panting, stumbles of swears and even a “get it to-fuckin’-gether,” to himself when you accidentally clench around him.

“h-hold on, baby,” you say, eyes closed as you find the best spot.

he feels so good inside you, thick and hugging, so close to prodding your favourite parts.

“you good?” he flicks his gaze away from where you join to your face, lips parted.

“hm, yeah. there we go,” you only needed a few seconds. “move. move, kats.”

bakugou begins his thrusts short and controlled, testing the waters before he can really go how he wants. you feel incredible, amazing, wet and warm and like the love of his life.

he’s already given you his soul, but during sex is when he offers you more and more.

“i love you. fuckin’ love you so much,” he stutters through pants. every thrust louder with a pat pat pat. “been thinkin’ about you all day. comin’ to you. seein’ your lil face.”

you’re listening to every word but you can’t manage to reply to each comment. “faster, baby. harder.”

you can really smell him now. the smell of the day now becoming sweaty sex. your eyes roll back into your head, your clit pulses in need.

bakugou listens like you’re his north star guiding him home. he plants his knees into your mattress and thrusts. harder, controlled yet always careful of you.

“oh fuck,” you moan, slapping your hands onto his back to pull him in closer to you. his thrusts are strong, every single one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “fuck, fuck, fuck, kats. oh, i love you. love this so much.”

you’re rambling, unable to think straight and the harder bakugou goes, your headboard begins to rattle against the wall.

you both couldn’t care less.

it’s a bundle of moans, body parts that have no beginning or end. your bonnet is falling off your head, some of bakugou’s left over eye makeup has smudged into a sweaty substance by his eyebrow. it gets too much when he pushes your knees by your temples, getting you into a mating press.

you sneak your pointer and middle fingers between your legs to rub on your clit. you do swift circles, already lubricated by your own come.

every thrust has you inching further up the bed to the point, bakugou stops thrusting for a second to pull you to the centre of the bed.

“pillow. under your head baby,” he reminds you and as soon as you move to grab it, he’s back to those sweet skilful thrusts.

one hand on your clit, another flat on his clenched abdomen.

“you’re so—,” you start, losing yourself as a spark of electricity shakes down your legs. your dam is about to break any second now. “so beautiful.”

bakugou huffs, sweat beads bumbling on his forehead. your breasts jiggle with every motion, your hand falling on his chest with every shake.

“thank you, baby. you’re everythin’ to me. you know that.”

you nod, eyes lazed, “i do. i know.” then your mouth gapes open and you release a long mewl. you grab at his side, back arching as your hand speeds up on your clit. “i’m gonna come. i’m gonna come, baby.”

bakugou keeps up his pace, ignoring the tightness of his lower stomach. you’re always first. “i’ll look after you. come on, baby.”

you fall apart loudly. incoherent mumbles where bakugou can only make out wisps of his name and a screech from the back of your throat that makes him grin. your body jolts up and down your bed throughout it all, your toes going numb as your legs stiffen in the air. the pleasure is immense, a stream of rushing waves slapping against rocks. you want to tell him to slow down but he knows without you saying.

bakugou does slow down and the second he does, he spills into the condom with a grunt deep enough to make you come again. it comes from the pit of his stomach, all the exhaustion and stress of the day falling off his shoulders and into this bed with you.

bakugou pulls the condom off, ties it and throws it in your bin across the room. then does he finally, lay beside you in bed.

“thanks for that. needed it,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder.

both of you lay with your eyes closed, too sweaty to touch the other so you just brush your fingertips against his.

“you’re welcome,” you giggle before turning into a downturned smile, “we need to shower—.”

bakugou pulls up the duvet over your bodies, mentally resigned, “no, we can do that when we wake up and change the sheets.”

“but—,”

“you’re about to fall asleep. let yourself,” he whispers, adjusting your tee down your body and spooning you from behind. he kisses the top of your head, “goodnight, baby.”

“it’s the morning.”

“i said goodnight.”