#bnhabakugouxreader

Sunlight peeked through the cracks in the curtains, and the glow was able to be inferred due to the reflection through your eyelids. You felt groggy, sluggish even, and the only thing you could bother to comprehend was the muscular arm that was wrapped tightly around your waist. 

You could feel the spiky blonde hair that you have grown to love even more everyday, and the way that it brushed against the top of your head made you fluster just the slightest. It didn’t help that the said blonde wasn’t wearing a shirt, so you could feel his chest as you laid against it. 

At the recognition of the situation, you shuffled around a little. He went back to cuddling you close to him as you found a more comfortable position, and in favor of keeping your eyes closed, your lips met his jaw with lazy gentleness.

He grumbled a little bit, not opening his eyes, but loosening his grip on you just the slightest to pull you up a little higher. He was quick to do so, yet you remained persistent in attaching your lips to whatever part of his body that you could reach. 

Nose, cheek, forehead, jaw - you name it. The sun still caused some slight disruption, but you endured through the bright struggle. This was your plan for the next few minutes, and when you were close enough to your blind target, you struck. 

Throughout Bakugou’s grumbling and meaningless complaints, - he loved it, you both knew this - he was getting to be a little more antsy than he usually would be when you stayed at his home overnight. 

It was evident that he was getting impatient by now, and the fact that you were missing his lips just the slightest was starting to get to him. So, in his sleep-induced lethargy, he kissed you slowly on the lips. 

Your response was almost immediate, and though you knew that someone would probably disrupt the little moment you two shared, neither of you cared. All that mattered in the moment was each other.

He raised a hand to brush the back of your head, gently grabbing it to pull you closer than you already were. The slight force in combination with the quiet of the morning and his slightly-chapped lips made you blush just the slightest. 

Despite the time passing you both by quickly, you both pulled away and let your lips meet once again. Time after time, you repeated the action. 

It wasn’t until around ten minutes passed that you both just stopped and scooted closer to the other. You, curled into his broad chest with your arms pressed to your chest, and him with his arm draped lazily over your frame, his head resting on top of yours.