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Bakugou should’ve known this was all a fucking scheme.
The restaurant wasn’t something their family frequented unless for special occasions. His mother checked twice leading up to the date that he was available and wouldn’t flake. Then, his father insisted on picking him up, rather than just meeting at the restaurant.
All of it was confirmed when they sat down at a table for five instead of three.
“You old hag!” He pounded on the table, expensive cloth helping to muffle some of the sounds from his violence. “I told you to stop setting me up on these shitty dates!”
“Katsuki, table manners!” She hissed at him. “You’re 32 now. All of your friends and cousins are happily married, and you haven’t had a single serious relationship since the day you were born. God knows how wild it is that you even managed to find such patient friends like Izuku and Eijirou to stay with you this long. It’s time you started looking for a partner and it’s obvious that you won’t do it yourself.”
His father was sitting with his hands clasped together, looking warily between the two and praying that they wouldn’t start a full on fight in the middle of such an upscale restaurant.
“First of all, I don’t want some shitty, clingy bitch hanging onto me. And second of all, if I ever decide I want a girlfriend, I for sure won’t need any of your fucking help!”
It was true. He wasn’t actively looking for a relationship; too preoccupied by the demands of being the new number two.
His mother had been meddling since he turned 30, always sending him pictures of girls that she thought would make a good fit, or tricking him into some blind date like she was now. While he had to admit, most of the women she’d brought were very attractive, he was always turned off the moment they opened their mouths. The last thing he wanted was some girl whining at him because of his fluctuating patrol schedule or if he was suddenly called for a mission.
“Listen here, you little shit,” his mother pointed dangerously close to his face, almost jabbing at his eye. “I brought you into this world, and I can easily take you out of it. You are going to sit through this dinner and listen to what our guest has to say. Even your father has agreed for once.”
“HAH?!” He turned so fast to look at the man who normally sided with him on these things. “What the fuck?! Not you, too?”
“Son, look,” he sighed. “Normally I’m not one to entertain these little ploys from your mother, but I must admit, she did do a good job this time. I must say - I think you’re going to like her.”
“Like fucking hell I will!”
“Shut up!” She snapped and slapped the back of his head. “Here she comes! Just sit and listen to her, will you?”
He sourly rubbed the back of his head, not arguing back as his parents stood up to greet you and who he assumed was your mother. He took the time to thoroughly examine you.
Not stick thin like some of the models she’d brought before. Much softer features with bright eyes and a cheery smile. Wearing a mid length, tight fitting dark green sleeveless dress with a small slit on the side. Not too much skin was showing but he could tell from the silhouette that there were a few spots that were exactly to his liking.
You weren’t vogue-worthy, just attractive in a way that suited his taste. As much as he hated to admit it.
“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you, Ground Zero,” you introduced yourself and gave him a firm handshake, not wavering even though he hadn’t stood up like his parents. “I’m really grateful for this opportunity.”
Weird. You called him by his hero name, and your overall tone sounded so… professional?
You set down a leather tote bag that didn’t exactly match your outfit. As you tried to pull out some of the contents, both mothers brought up a hand to stop you.
“Why don’t we order some food first before we get right down to business!” His mother hastily said, waving for the waiter. Yours agreeing, gushing about how everything on the menu looked delicious.
Bakugou grumbled, sinking down in his chair with his arms crossed as the women ordered a few entrees and sides to share. You smiled politely at all their choices, not complaining when the waiter brought out some wine and thanking him as well.
“So [y/n]! Your mother tells me your business has been going well?”
“Yes!” You brightened up immediately. “It’s been a whirlwind since I left PH Tech, but I’ve been doing very well. We actually just signed a contract with Yuuei, so we’ll be working with their hero course students. Lots of very interesting quirks these days, and I’m really excited to meet them.”
“That’s wonderful! Your mother’s been so proud of you. I can really tell whenever we catch up.”
“Now if only I can get this one to stop traveling and working so much,” she chuckled, reaching over to push some stray strands behind your ear.
“You complain now, but you sure didn’t mind that new car I bought you,” you rolled your eyes, leaning away from her touch and fixing your hair yourself.
Mitsuki’s eyes slid over to look at Bakugou. “I think it’s so sweet that you take care of your parents now, with all your hard work. Very similar to our Katsuki, over here. Did you know - he just hired some contractors to help renovate our kitchen?”
“Oh, that’s nice of you!” You turned to him.
“Yes, despite his reputation Katsuki is actually a very caring person.”
Bakugou groaned, pulling his hands up to his face but his mother swatted at his elbows to get them off the table.
“Well, I’m not surprised since he is a hero,” you laughed. “I mean, I think anyone in the industry, deep down, has some type of compassion or sentiment for others’ welfare, right?”
“Of course. And you know, he’s extra caring to those who are close to him. You should’ve seen how thoughtful he was when his friend Red Riot was in the hospital, staying there until the doctors cleared him and even preparing his favorite food for him.”
“Oh, that’s really sweet. It’s cool that you pro heroes are all still so close ever since your Yuuei days. When I was in the hospital for appendicitis, my best friend actually stayed with me a majority of the time, too.”
Bakugou raised an eyebrow at you. You were just choosing to ignore all the things his mother was hinting at?
“And I’m sure,” his mother continued on, leaning in closer to gauge your expression. “When the day comes, he’s going to be an amazing father.”
Your brows scrunched up as you looked at her, but your mother immediately butt in.
“And I know [y/n] would be a great mother! Did I ever tell you how she used to babysit for the kids in our neighborhood?”
“Huh?” Your head whipped to look at her, clearly confused and off put by the comment. “Mom, what?”
Okay, this was getting a little interesting now. Bakugou leaned a little closer, checking your body language and the confusion as it built up in your face.
“Yes well, it just all translates, you know. You’d be a great mother, but all you do is work. It seems that Katsuki is in the same boat here and-”
“Hold on,” you pushed your chair back. Your expression had changed to something completely cold, a stark contrast to what you’d entered with. Looking directly at your mother, your tone shifted as well. “This better not be what I think it is.”
“Um…” It was finally time for Masaru to speak up, seemingly out of the loop. “Am I missing something here?”
“Are you-” your jaw tensed, eyes glaring down as your mother began thinning her lips. “What is this?”
“It’s a fucking blind date,” Bakugou spoke up. He was leaning back in his chair, hands stuffed into his pocket and honestly enjoying this situation a little too much. As much as he hated when his mother set him up on one of these, at least she didn’t lie about it this far. “And for the record, I got tricked into this, too.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” You jumped up to yell at your mother, not caring at all that you were gathering the attention of other customers. “You told me this was a support tech proposal!”
Masaru’s face fell, head turning to see that his own wife was downtrodden to match your mother’s. Seems like he really hadn’t been clued in either. Bakugou was smirking through it all.
Your mother hissed your name, pulling at your arm to get you to sit back down. “I’m sure Katsuki will listen to your little designs later. I arranged this meeting with his mother because he seemed like he’d be a good fit. You’re getting old; it’s high time that you found a husband like him that will-”
“That will what? That’ll make all the money while I stay at home with the kids like some stupid housewife? Someone that can finally control my ‘nasty, independent’ behavior that isn’t attractive to most men?” You went as far as using air quotes to emphasize your point. “This is fucking ridiculous. I’m leaving!”
Both mothers tried to stop you but you weren’t listening. Too upset and on the borderline of angry tears, you grabbed your bag and made a quick escape through the many eyes that had been trained on the table since the outburst. Masaru sighed heavily, rubbing his face and wondering where he should even start.
Bakugou wasn’t having it though.
“Yeah, fuck this,” he scowled and stood up. “I didn’t want to be here in the first place.”
His mother called his name but he strode right out, head held high and hands stuffed in his pockets. He really hoped none of the other patrons had recorded or taken pictures during all that; his PR team already had enough on their plate.
Damn. He didn’t even get to eat and he was starving. He pulled out his phone, searching for nearby restaurants only to see you standing outside, wiping at your tears and shivering from the cold January weather. He made the mistake of accidentally making eye contact with you, freezing up with uncertainty. He had a battle inside of his brain; part of him wanting to just leave and the other stupid part doing that ‘caring’ thing.
He always let that stupid part win.
“Oi,” he approached you, finally seeing the height advantage he had over you. “That old hag always drags me to this shit. I thought you knew what you were getting into. I really had no fucking idea.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s okay,” you sniffled, wiping some tears off your face. “My mom normally tells me when it’s a blind date, I didn’t think she’d straight up lie to me like that. She’s just getting really desperate, I guess. Sorry you got caught up in it.”
“Tch, it’s whatever.” He scowled. He felt something land on his face, looking up to see that it was beginning to snow. You followed his lead and tilted your head back as well, eyelashes still glistening from your tears. The two of you stood in silence, just looking up at the snowflakes as well.
“Um…” You nervously spoke up, your hand rubbing over the goosebumps on your arm. “I know this is a really bad way to meet but… I just, I really can’t pass up this opportunity. Can I give you my tech designs? You don’t have to look at them if you don’t want to,” you rambled. “But if you want to hand it off to your team or even any of the other pros, if they might be interested in something. Or they don’t have the same quirk as you but-”
“Tell you what,” he cut you off, eyeing the ramen stall down the street. He didn’t have his car and he was too hangry to think properly. “I’ll look at your designs over some ramen.”
“Eh?” Your jaw dropped. He pointed with his chin behind you to show what he meant. Your head swiveled so fast, and he could almost see the lightbulb brighten up on top of your head. “Ye-Yeah! Definitely, oh my god! Yes!” You turned back with the brightest smile, no longer shivering from the cold but vibrating from excitement. Your legs moved as though you were about to jump from happiness, head nodding rapidly. “Sure! My treat, whatever you want! I’ll even buy you ten bowls if you want!”
Bakugou looked down at you, annoyed at how beautiful you looked even after dispelling all those tears.
He nudged you with his shoulder; the both of you making your way to the stall and grabbing seats all the way inside. He wasn’t sure what was more surprising, how much prettier you looked as you excitedly pulled out your papers or the fact that you ordered the spicy ramen first.
The meal was slow, since you kept stopping to go over your blueprints and answering any questions he had. He took it seriously, just as he would with his current vendor, but also because he was liking a lot of your suggestions. The grenades you had designed that he could put his sweat in were more compact, but apparently promised a much bigger blast. There were even some aesthetic changs you recommended, to make him look more modern but just as bad ass. When the conversation over your proposals were done and you were almost finished with your ramen, Bakugou ordered some gyoza.
Why?
Well, it’s not like he had anything to do.
“So, your parents bothering you to get married, too?”
“Ugh, don’t remind you,” you groaned, throwing some minced garlic into your bowl before you could drink all the broth. “I’m about to turn 29 and my mom thinks it’s a crime against humanity that I’m not engaged. You too?”
“29 isn’t even that fucking old,” he sneered. “I’m 32 and I’m single.”
“Yeah, but you don’t have this stupid old biological clock,” you pointed at him with your spoon, raising an eyebrow. “Guys can make babies even when they’re like, 70 or whatever. As long as your balls don’t get chopped off, you’re golden.”
He chuckled lowly, “Tell that to my fucking parents.”
“You think becoming a pro hero, fighting in the war, and oh, I don’t know - saving all of Japan would be enough,” you joked. “That generation won’t be happy till they have grandkids, I’m telling you. They’re just so old-fashioned.”
“Yeah,” he shifted in his seat and coughed, curiosity getting the better of him. “So what? You against relationships?”
“Mm, nah, I’m not against them.” Your eyes lit up as the gyoza presented themselves on the table, grabbing one with your chopsticks even though he was the one that ordered. “I was in a relationship a few years back. It was serious, I guess. I started my own company though and things just… fell apart? You know, not enough time and honestly, I think he was getting a bit miffed cause I was making more money than him.”
“Sounds like a fucking asshole.”
“Uh huh,” you chewed thoughtfully. “Guess there are some traditional people like that in this generation, too. My mom always said it was more because of my attitude though. Not feminine or quiet enough.”
“Well, you did fucking cuss her out in front of a restaurant,” he smirked.
“Oh, shut up,” you playfully slapped his arm. “I don’t want to hear that coming from the pro hero who can’t even hold his tongue on national television .”
“If those fuckers want me on for an interview, I’m not going to change the way I talk just for them.”
“That’s the Ground Zero that everybody loves,” you giggled.
Something about you was just addicting. Conversation flowed easily between the two of you. You told him about your time in college, how you joined a big tech company to get some experience under your belt before moving on to start your own venture. Little anecdotes of how difficult it was, sharing all the minor details to paint a picture of how unfair society could be. The way you articulated yourself was fucking sexy.
Even when the gyoza were done and he ordered another, the two of you stayed well past the waiter retrieving the empty plate. Unfortunately, he was too full to order anything else to stall. When you paid as promised without batting an eye, even as the waitress had given the check to Bakugou, he quickly checked his phone. There were multiple missed calls and messages from his mother, some asking if he’d seen you because your mother was growing worried as she wasn’t able to get a hold of you.
He ignored them though - the old hags could wait a little longer.
Instead, he searched to find that there was an ice cream store just one block down. Not bad.
“You want ice cream?” He asked, holding open the door for you. “There’s a place closeby. My treat.”
“Wow, you really eat a lot,” you looked at him with amazement. “Do all pros eat this much?”
“Yes but normally I don’t eat so much fucking trash,” he shrugged as though this were nothing. “Cheat day, I guess.”
“Cool! I won’t pass up on a free dessert!”
Back out in the cold streets, you didn’t say anything about the weather. Most girls by now would’ve hinted at his jacket. So he took the liberty himself and draped it across your shoulders, loving how you didn’t make it too much of a big deal and continued on with your story of how you’d met Froppy before.
Once inside, you offered his jacket but he waved it off, noticing how your arms were still covered in goosebumps.
“So since it’s your treat, should I just order the biggest sundae?” You teased. “All the toppings, please!”
“You better fucking finish that shit,” he scowled, but playfully nudging you with his shoulder to show that he didn’t mean any hostility.
Taking a seat at the bar setup in the front window, he couldn’t help but ask more personal questions, outside of your work.
“So aside from all that nerd shit, what do you do? You actually got a life?”
“Hah hah, very funny,” you brought a spoon to his own cup, halting in midair once you realized what you were doing. He didn’t mind though, pushing the cup towards you so you could try the salted caramel. Your face brightened and scooped up a small bite to try, pushing yours for him to try as well. “When I’m not dying from work, I travel. I actually try to extend my business trips so that I can, you know, travel and do some sightseeing in between. Although it’s really messed up my workout schedule.”
“You lift weights?” His nose wrinkled at the candy cane flavor you’d picked up. It was refreshing but a little too contrasting for his own flavor.
“Pole dancing,” you grinned, leaning closer.
“What the fuck?”
“It’s a really good upper body and core workout,” you shrugged. “You should try it one day. I bet you’d be real good at it, since your quirk is all about your arms.There are actually some guys in my class, too.”
“Fuck that,” he tested the waters, placing his arm around your shoulders. Your eyes widened as he leaned in. “Rather just watch you do it.”
He was about to start sweating but you coyly smiled, leaning into his touch. “Maybe one day.”
When the both of you finished off your treats and were loitering outside, Bakugou really didn’t want this to end. You must’ve felt the same way though, and pointed over at a swanky jazz bar. “You wanna get drinks?”
Feeling you right up against him in a small booth, sharing stories and talking loosely with the help of the alcohol, Bakugou had never felt so attracted to somebody before.
His ego was feeling pretty fucking good. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d met someone so… smart and sexy. You reminded him of a few of the girls in the old Yuuei class, except you weren’t annoying and actually attractive.
Made a shit ton of money? Your own business? Against the same societal pressures that he hated? Plus, super fucking hot.
You were everything he could’ve ever wished for. He didn’t think things could get better until you were pulling him by the arm, locking the bathroom door behind you, and kissing him feverishly. Your fingers dancing in his undercut while his own were navigating down your sides, loving the plush feeling of your hips.
You sucked on his bottom lip, making your way down to his neck and your hands followed suit all the way down his chest… until you hit his belt.
He felt like his mind was stalling when you got on your knees, grinning like a cheshire as you undid his pants and coaxed his cock out of his underwear. He brought a hand to the back of your head, holding in his groans when you finally gripped him, twisting and stroking slowly up and bringing your thumb to the slit, rubbing at the slick that was pooling from your actions.
You kept eye contact as you grabbed his other hand, directing him to hold onto his length while you stuck your tongue out obediently.
Holy fucking shit. He hit the jackpot. He must’ve died and gone to heaven to find an angel like you.
“Pinch my leg if it’s too much,” he mumbled. You nodded, leaning forward to allow him to tap the head against your tongue and placed your hands along his thighs. The small string of connecting precum was so satisfying.
Moving his hips forward, you clasped your lips around his head and sucked, keeping eye contact as you devoured his cock inch by inch.
Bakugou panted, loving the way you loosened your throat to allow him to hit the back of it. He was too big for anybody to take the whole thing but fuck were you doing a good job. With both his hands now behind your head, he moved you to a slow pace. Your cheeks hollowed out and tongue gliding along the bottom, he groaned loudly and threw his head back.
Your hands clenched at his pants and you worked faster, bobbing up and down and sucking the life out of him.
“Oh, fuck baby,” he groaned, hips barely having to move since you were so good at this. You must’ve liked his reaction, moaning around his cock and bringing a hand to wrap around at the base where you couldn’t exactly swallow.
With a twist of your wrist and the lewd sounds as you sucked on his cock, the tension built up real fast.
“F-fuck baby, slow down. You’re gonna make me cum,” he gritted his teeth. That encouraged you even more, sucking harder and moving even faster until he came with a loud groan, spilling down your throat. You popped off but kept your tongue out, coaxing the rest of his release into your mouth and giving him the most spectacular view.
Your eyes darted back to his, a playful mirth in them as you swallowed all the cum.
“You’re going to be the death of me, holy shit,” he laughed breathily.
Smirking, you placed a quick peck on the tip before shrugging him back inside his black briefs. Before you could help do his pants, he swooped you up in his arms and placed a wet kiss on your mouth.
You moaned greedily, nails digging in his scalp. As much as he wanted to fuck you right then and there, he knew you deserved more than that.
He ushered you out of the bar, flagging the first taxi down and settled you in his lap in the backseat, kissing and sucking on your neck, being far too handsy the entire way back to his place.
He couldn’t keep his hands off you, stealing kisses and teasing gropes the entire elevator ride up. When the two of you finally stumbled into his apartment, you squealed as he hiked your legs up, carrying you straight to the bedroom and plopping you right on his bed. You reached down to pull your heels off but he wasn’t having it, placing a kiss on your calf and undoing the straps himself.
You deserved to be fucked like a queen, and he was going to enjoy it just as much as you.
He helped you out of your dress, pants already tightening when he realized you weren’t wearing underwear. That explained the lack of lines in that tight thing.
Your smooth skin and delicious curves matched just how beautiful you were. To top it all off, you parted your legs, showing off the most delectable pussy, glistening with dew. He wanted to dive right in and suck those lips but he stopped himself - he should do this right.
He pounced on top of you, licking and sucking your mouth before he made his way down to your collarbone. You sighed happily when his hand came up to massage your breast, thumb toying with your nipple until it grew stiff.
His mouth enveloped the other until it matched; he even pulled at it lightly with his teeth causing you to squeal at the sensation, before letting go and seeing your tit bounce back in place. He kept pulling and tweaking at the two nubs, listening to the soft moans and breaths coming out of your mouth.
When his hand descended down between your legs, he cursed under his breath when he realized just how wet you were. Testing the waters, his index finger teased at your slit, running up to pull your hood back to let his thumb rub at your clit.
Your hips jolted at the sensitivity. He smirked, tapping at the button and coming back up to give you a sloppy kiss. His tongue snaked into your mouth and you didn’t fight him at all, letting him take over the reins and only stopping to gasp when he finally slipped a finger in you.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbled against your neck.
“It’s been a while,” you offered up the excuse, head turning away. He noticed the blush on your cheeks getting darker, your neck flushed and chest rising heavily as he bullied his way in. Your cunt was hot and making it hard for him to even fit two fingers. Not wanting to hurt you, he took his time and lowered himself down between your legs, small kitten licks at your clit while his fingers kept stretching you out.
When it felt like you were better adjusted, he latched onto your sensitive nub with his lips, trying to suck just as hard as you had earlier.
“O-oh my god, fuck!” Your thighs shook around him, warning him of your impending release. He took the opportunity to scissor his fingers, trying to stretch you out and curling them into a sensitive spot that had you screaming his name.
It was music to his ears.
He helped you through it, pulling his fingers out once you were fully done and giving some final flat, long licks up your pussy. He knew you were sensitive and couldn’t help himself though; when he crawled up to give you a taste of yourself, his fingers danced their way back down to slap at your clit.
You squealed but laughed anyway, pretending to push him away. He chuckled, getting back up to finally strip himself of his own clothes. He made quick work of it but didn’t miss the way you drank him in and all his glory; you really knew how to stroke his ego.
When he placed his knee back on the bed, he leaned over to pull some condoms from his nightstand. You grabbed his wrist though, already reading his mind.
“I’m clean,” you offered. “And I’m on the pill. If you’re clean and you’re okay with it, you can fuck me raw.”
His mouth dried up at the proposal. You were so fucking blunt. How the hell had he managed to find somebody like you?
“Yeah, I’m clean,” he swallowed and made his way back over to you.
You smiled up at him demurely, hands tracing up over his arms as he placed them on either side of your head.
“Go slow?” You asked quietly, tipping your hips for him to easily find your entrance. He exhaled, nodding as he held his cock and ran the tip up and down your pussy.
Thank god you sucked him off earlier. He’d never gone raw before and he probably would’ve cum in a second.
He slipped the head in and screwed his eyes shut - fuck were you tight. He should’ve done a better job at loosening you up.
Wet as you were, it was still difficult to get past that ring of muscle. He had to pull out and press back in a few times, trying to spread your slick over his length to work his way in. Finally making progress, the both of you moaned loudly as his hips inched him forward.
“Oh fuck, you’re so big,” you moaned loudly. “Oh my god, Bakugou. You’re too big - it’s not going to-”
“Katsuki,” he rasped. “F-fuck. Call me Katsuki.”
You threw your head back, moaning his name just the way he liked as he kept thrusting into you, getting deeper and deeper each time.
“Please, fuck, oh my god,” you gasped. “Katsuki! Katsuki!”
“So fucking close baby, come on,” he groaned. He pulled out to the head and slammed back in, making you scream as he finally bottomed out.
“You’re so good, baby. Oh fuck, you’re so tight. Pussy’s squeezing this fat cock,” he pushed himself up until he was on his knees, hands coming up to grab at your hips as he worked into a delicious pace that had your breasts bouncing and eyes rolling back. “You’re doing so well, baby. Fuck, yes, take it.”
The room was filled with the sound of your moans and gushing cunt. Bakugou didn’t know where to look; your beautiful face twisted in pleasure, your body bouncing to his fast pace, or your little pussy swallowing his massive length, forming a circle of cream around the base.
He slammed into you, loving your cries. When your legs began shaking and cunt tightened up, he knew you were close and brought one of his hands to your pelvis, pushing down while his thumb rubbed at your clit.
“K-Katsuki, wait,” you whined, head turning into the sheets. “Fuck, I think I might- oh god.”
“C’mon baby,” he groaned. “I know you can do it.”
“No, no Katsuki,” tears started welling up in your eyes. Your thighs tried to close but his massive form wouldn’t allow it. “Shit. Slow down, you’re going to make me…”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say it but he read your mind. He pressed down harder, thumb working faster as his hips set up an abusive pace. He felt you tightening around him, pushing him close to his own end but he held on, focusing on rubbing your clit until you finally came undone, screaming out his name.
He groaned when a small amount of clear liquid hit his thighs. He thrusted even harder into you, loving how the spurts were struggling to come out with his cock plugging you up.
“Fuck oh my god, pull out, pull out!” You begged.
He followed your direction and pulled out to just the tip. When the stream started, he couldn’t help the evil grin on his face as he slammed back in, fucking you and prolonging your release. Each time he pulled out to the tip, some more clear liquid came out until you were finally done.
He crawled back over you, recognizing the tear stains as you gasped his name. He kissed you tenderly, trying to help you come down from your high.
But then you surprised him once more, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You adjusted your hips again, slipping his head back into your pussy as you mumbled into his neck.
“Need you to cum inside me.”
He could’ve came just from those words, but he had a mission now.
He grabbed one of your hands from his back, pinning it against the sheets and lacing his fingers with yours. He kissed you feverishly, cock fucking into your tight heat with such power, you couldn’t do anything but moan against him and take the ruthlessness. With your tight walls clenching onto him, it didn’t take him long before he was about to close again.
“Gonna cum,” he groaned.
“Yes, yes, oh my god,” you moaned. “Please, inside - cum inside me. Make me yours.”
He moaned, loving every word that came out of your mouth, and spilled his release inside your tight cunt. You whined at the feeling, letting him rut into you until he was finally done.
Bakugou’s head collapsed onto the sheets, but he knew not to fully let his body weight down on you. After a few seconds, he slowly slipped out of you, making you whine once more before he laid down next to you.
The two of you were still panting, trying to collect yourselves; covered in sweat and bodily fluids.
Holy shit. That was definitely the best sex he’s ever had.
Everything you said and did was exactly what he dreamed of, and he had just met you today . It was scary how compatible you were.
Actually, what was more scary was not having you. Now that he’d gotten a taste, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to let go.
He shifted, arm coming around to pull you into an embrace. To his delight, you sighed happily at the movement, snuggling into his chest as though you’d done this a million times.
“Uh…” He coughed awkwardly. “I know this is backwards as fuck, but you free next weekend?”
“Mm… Gotta check my schedule,” you replied dreamily. “You telling me this isn’t a one time thing? Thought I would’ve scared you away with the whole ‘make me yours’ thing.”
“Nah, that was hot as fuck,” he closed his eyes. “You’re hot as fuck.”
You giggled, “Thanks. You’re pretty hot, too.”
The two of you comfortably snuggled for a bit. He pulled you up higher so that the both of you were finally at the pillows, maneuvering the sheets so that you weren’t bare and cold.
“I’d like to see you again too,” you smiled shyly at him. “If you’re up for it.”
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he smirked. “Stay the night, yeah?”
You hummed an agreement, settling back into his chest. Just as he was starting to doze off, your head popped up, a wide eyed expression on your face.
“What?” He asked gruffly, looking down at you. He was secretly worried that you’d changed your mind and didn’t want to see him again. Shit. He’d never dealt with rejection before and he wasn’t ready for that right now, not with you in his arms.
You blinked at him. “Can you imagine how annoying our mom’s are going to be if they hear we got together?”
He groaned and plopped his head back onto the pillow.
“Don’t fucking remind me!”