BAKUGOU X FEMALE READER // Saudade (We've met in another life)

15

Y/n was no stranger to kissing, but in that moment she shared with Bakugou, she felt like she'd never been kissed before.

Trapped between the door and his body, mind hazy at his touch, his scent, his lips against her own, and the way that there was barely any space between them. He made her forget everything.

She'd even forgotten her own name for a second.

The only image in her mind was his face. Her eyes were closed, but she could see him.

His eyes, she pictured them a deep, intense red. Almost like pools of blood. His charming features, the way they complimented each other so well. Perfection.

His ash blonde hair that had looked pale, almost white under the moonlight when they'd first laid eyes on each other. The permanent scowl that somehow made him more handsome in a way, allowing him to look impossibly more so on the rare occasion that he did smile. Trying to picture anything else but him at that moment was a useless attempt.

The only thing she could smell was the scent of burnt caramel that seemed to follow him around. It was comforting, almost nostalgic. Y/n tried her best to recall what it reminded her of, but once again, the hunger and hint of aggressiveness behind his kiss distracted her from thinking of anything but him.

The only thing she could feel now was his body against hers and the way he held her as if she would disappear if he let go. And she would disappear if he let go.

She didn't want him to let go.

As if he was reading her thoughts, Bakugou released one of the arms he had around her waist, shifting so that his forearm rested flat against the door just beside her head, bracing his body as he leaned in more, bringing them impossibly close.

She slid her arms over his shoulders, crossing them lazily behind his neck, deepening the kiss as she toyed with the ends of his fluffy hair. He smirked into the kiss in response before pulling her hips towards his own with the arm that remained around her waist.

The only name in her head.

"Bakugou," Y/n whispered breathlessly as their lips parted.

He tilted his head lower as they both caught their breath, his lips brushing against her neck.

"It's Katsuki," He whispered against her skin, sending a shiver through her body.

Y/n swallowed hard.

butterflies were an understatement.

She felt like she was on fire.

Since when did he have a side like this to him?

Bakugou brought his face back to hers and paused leaving them a few inches apart, which felt like too much to him.

"Katsuki," Y/n repeated in a hushed whisper.

His breath hitched at the sound of his name off her lips. He leaned in to kiss her again. Bakugou couldn't get enough of her. He hated every second their lips were apart. It was dangerously addicting, but if he could stay with her like this forever, he would.

However, just as he began to close the distance, Y/n gently placed two fingers against his lips, earning a frustrated frown from him.

Y/n looked into his eyes. They were glazed over and hazy from the kiss, a little puffy from crying, but most of all, hungry.

Hungry for her.

"I think I should be getting home now," Y/n said, still a little out of breath.