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for the first time in his life, he wore his emotions on his sleeve. and it wasnt even voluntary! fighting villains, training exercises, you can admit he isnt scared. he goes in head on without fear. or so you thought. being brave and extremely courageous as he, doesnt make you fear nothing...but the fact that people think that makes it more embarassing when his heart spikes while doing something as tame as a training exercise.

it was like one of those exercises when they go up against class b.

"its just a stupid growth test from when we did it as first years." as bakugo would describe it. and, almost as if the gods had cursed him, you ended up on his team.

"maybe the test isnt as stupid anymore eyy bakugo?" denki teased before he was sharply met with a death stare. he left.

however, he didnt stop thinking about how you would be on his team. that alone had his mind running. if his heart monitor started beeping, (because of course he had learned the pattern by now) they would have no choice but to end the match. of course, UA was pretty extreme, extreme enough to not stop the match when the dark energy (now named blackwhip) came from midoriya. but his heart monitor beeping could mean that he could die..which could not happened under any circumstances, obviously. bakugo claims that he'll be fine, but how will he manage if youre on his team?! i dont mean to make him out as a sappy loser, because he isnt, but he cant control his heart.his mind raced with things he could possibly do.

could he go to the old lady nurse and tell her to make his heart monitor less sensitive? no, what was he supposed to say when she asked why? "because i have a crush on this girl and it keeps going off when i think about her" no that sounds stupid!

could he learn to control his heart or something? yeah, because hes gonna master the art of controlling your heart while groups are already scheming and making plans. how do you even control your heart? meditating? not in the middle of a match, thats for sure!

deep breaths seemed to be the only thing he could think of. its what his doctors told him to do. but eventually, some annoying extra would point out his breathing. but, its all he had.

"bakugo! come!" you waved to him, signalling him to come. you had already grouped with everyone else in the team, so he could obviously assume that he needing to join their plan making.

deep breaths....

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and you kiss after

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"oh, lemme help you." you say, walking up to him as you start taking out some plates for yourself, your boyfriend, and the rest of the frat boys — that being toji and sukuna who are busy prepping their own protein-packed breakfast and blending their protein shakes.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"thanks. you're always so helpful." suguru says with a kind smile, plopping some toast on the plates you'd laid out. your face warms up at that, your lips curving up into a little smile.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you flatter me too much." you reply, going over to the fridge to take out some whipped cream, maple syrup, and two cartons of chocolate milk. all for your dear boyfriend. you don't know how this man can eat all of these sugary things so early in the morning — though it would explain his hyperactivity! and like a kid, he snatches one of the cartons from you and immediately chugs it all down.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"it's not flattery if it's the truth now, is it?" he muses, scrapping the eggs off the pan and dividing them up all on each plate.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"stop flirting with my girl." satoru pouts as he throws away the now empty carton, wrapping his arms around your waist and planting a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i am not flirting, idiot." suguru replies, flicking his forehead. "just saying it as it is. she's a real sweetheart." he hands you a plate that visibly has a lot more eggs and toast on it compared to the others, giving you that kindhearted smile of his as he starts up the coffee machine, knowing you were going to have some with your meal. you've been over the house so much, he knows your routine by heart!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the other two boys by the kitchen counter nod in agreement at suguru's statement, despite seeming to be preoccupied with chugging down their protein shakes and gorging down on their food. you can't help the flurry of giggles that leave your lips, your face growing even warmer. "well . . he's right about that." satoru chuckles in your ear, placing another wet smooch to your cheeks.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"stop that~" you mutter, lightly smacking the side of his face. "now can you grab me that vanilla syrup i bought the other day? i wanna try it with my coffee."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yes mommy."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the whole room goes still. everyone is silent. satoru's cheeks flush the brighest pink hue. and you're standing there frozen in his embrace.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀". . yes what?" toji repeats, doing his best to stifle his laughter.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yeah what'd you just call her?" sukuna chimes in, a devious smirk curving upwards on his lips.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i didn't think that was the dynamic between the two of you . . but hey, they say to expect the unexpected, don't they?" suguru pipes in, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at your boyfriend who's doing his best to avoid eye contact with his frat bros. "i had always pegged you as the submissive type, anyways."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"what the —!" satoru exclaims, letting go off you as he chases suguru around the house who can only laugh hysterically. and you're still stuck in place, cheeks now scalding your skin from the embarrassment bubbling inside you. your body is turned away from the two other guys who are grinning from ear to ear, silently watching the hilarious scene unfolding before them.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the chase soon comes to an end when you call out to satoru, voice buttery and soft. to an outsider, it sounds so sweet and so mellow, not a tad bit malicious. but to him . . oh, he knows that tone. he knows exactly what that means as he trudges back to you looking like a cute wounded puppy. if he had ears, they'd be drooping so adorably（and they'd be so fluffy too）— that's what you think to yourself.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀he laces his arms back around your torso, pulling you flush to his bare chest as you pour in some coffee and milk into your cup. it's just silence for a while as you drizzle the vanilla syrup to your morning drink, stirring it slowly and the clinking noises of the spoon against the cup echoing in the kitchen.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀the other boys seem to have forgotten what'd just happened a few moments ago, even seemingly forgetten that you guys are still in the vicinity. so you take a sip of your coffee, turning around to face him with that sickeningly sweet smile of yours that has satoru's dick starting to chub up inside his sweats. because he knows what you're thinking, what you're imagining of doing to him later today . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're getting it tonight." you whisper lowly in his ear, grabbing your breakfast plate. "i'm gonna have my fun~" you quip before sauntering towards the dining table, sitting down with your cup of coffee and food, and settling yourself with the boys as you talk about your plans for the day. and satoru is still standing in the middle of the kitchen room, tugging at his sweats to try and hide his growing bulge, doing all he can to stop dreaming about what you'd be doing to him tonight.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're such a pathetic fucking pup." you tut, pumping satoru's thick cock, your strokes fast, rough, and mean. a slew of needy, desperate mewls spill from his parted lips as he tugs on the fluffy pink cuffs that bind his hands behind his back. globs of tears are beginning to form in the corner of his eyes, satoru feeling so overwhelmed yet so frustrated at the continous denial of orgasm. god knows how many times you've denied him at this point.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"i-i'm sorry about this morning, baby." he whimpers. "the words just slipped out! it was habitual!" the way his bottom lips are jutting out to form the most adorable pout and a single tear run down his face makes your heart swoon and you almost cave in to let him off the hook . . almost . .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you slap his dick hard which makes his whole body jolt from the impact — though not to say he doesn't enjoy it, what with the beads of pre dripping down from his flushed tip. "and see what your little mistake did? your friends were making fun of me." you pout, huffing dramatically as you start to fist him once again, but this time stroking him agonizingly slow, almost like you were bored.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"fuckkkk babyyy!" he cries out, tears now running down from his glossy eyes, the droplets glinting under the light. he tips his head back, hips bucking up into the air to try and attain some more friction, some more feeling, just more anything. you don't give him that satisfaction though, slapping him across the face, his cheeks turning red from the impact. he sniffles and pleads with you, "imsorryimsorryimsorry!"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you, again, suddenly stop your ministrations which only makes him whine louder, full on sobbing now because he feels like he's going to lose his mind. he feels like his mind has been turned into a puddle, just craving that sweet, sweet release of pleasure. "you promise you're sorry?" you ask, pressing dove-like smooches over his face which turns a subtle pink from how soft the gesture is, especially considering how you'd been treating him up until this moment.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"yes mommy, i promise." he weeps, his bottom lip quivering so cutely, his big blue eyes peering at you with that adorable glossed over look. "i've been a bad boy. i'm so sorry, mommy." oh, there's something so gratifying witnessing your boyfriend fall apart in front of you . . all because of you!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀you pretend to hum in thought as your dainty fingers trail on the underside of his throbbing, red cock that's begging for release. you keep doing so for a few seconds, contemplating on whether you're satisfied with his apology or not . . then you meet his gaze — he's begging you with his eyes, those pliant orbs boring into yours, trying to tell you that the punishment should end here and he should get the reward he's been needing for for the past hour.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"good boy, toru~" you coo, wrapping your hand back around his cock, stroking it just the way you know makes him see stars. "i think . . my good boy deserves to cum~"

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀that's all he needs to hear as he spurts out his warm creamy seed all over his abdomen in just a few single strokes, some of it dripping down on to the sheets below — there is just so much of it. he's sniffling with tears of joy, the intensity of the blissful orgasm simply all too much for him!

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"you're such a good boy f'me." you coo, pressing gentle kisses all over his face again. he practically purrs as he rubs his head against yours, returning each kiss to you.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"now can you please take these off, baby? i wanna fuck you so bad." satoru pleas, trying to break free from the cuffs. he's been restrained long enough and he craves nothing more than to feel your velvety pussy sink down on his cock, to feel the way your walls choke his shaft and to hear your honeyed voice as you take him.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"nope!" you chirp, pushing his back to the headboard as you straddle him. you slowly grind your pussylips against his dripping cock, quiet moans leaving both his lips and yours. "i'm not done with you just yet."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀jeez . . satoru hates （loves） this — his usual sweet and shy girl making him beg for what he wants. is he going to do it all though? oh yes. a million times yes. he's right where he wants to be！