{STOLEN KISS} Bakugou x Fem!Reader

𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑿𝑿𝑿

"N-No I'm sorry," you reply to Bakugou's accusation while dropping your hands back to your side, "I didn't plan anything."

However, the grip of Bakugou's hand on your back only tightens as he attempts to close the gap between the two of you. You watch almost as if the whole thing is in slow motion as Bakugou leans close to you, closing his eyes. Your heart beats wickedly as your mind races about the right thing to do. You end up ditching that thought quickly though as his lips connect with yours once more.

You feel yourself melt against his lips, although unsure of the reason why. Perhaps the feeling of safety, something you almost never completely feel.

Running your hands up his arms, you indulge your self-centered desires and squeeze onto them. You've got to admit that although you've caught a glimpse of them a few times, it's nice to touch them without regret or having to hide it.

"Bakugou," you say breathlessly as he pulls away from the kiss once more.

However, your words are cut short as he pushes you against the counter. Once more Bakugou's on you, now more demanding, as he allows his tongue into your mouth.

Bakugou's hands make their way to your waist and slowly slide under your shirt. He doesn't waste much time before dragging his hands up your sides and pulling your shirt over your head.

His hands then make their way to the back of your thigh as he bends down to get a better hold. Swiftly he sits you on the counter with little time for you to analyze his moves.

This time, instead of kissing you again, he begins sucking at your neck. You let yourself relax into the pleasure, ignore the fact that he was definitely going to leave a mark. When you feel his teeth lightly sink into your neck, an unpermitted soft whine escapes your lips causing him to smirk against you.

What the hell is he doing to me. Just this evening he hated me and now he's all over me.

Although you wouldn't admit it to Bakugou if he stopped, you didn't want this to end. It was definitely better than him leaving space between the two of you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck again, you pull him into a kiss. He quickly dominates as he uses his hand to tilt your head in the best position for him and grabs one of your breasts with the other, squeezing roughly.

You slide your hands from his chest down to his torso until reaching the hem of his shirt. You hesitantly move your hands underneath just as he moves his hands to your back and pulls at your bra's clasp.

"Mmph, Bakugou?!" you hum out as you push against him.

"What?"

Bakugou pulls away and looks at you confusedly although you could swear you see a hint of concern for a second. As you watch, you feel your face begin to heat up again. You can't help but notice that his gaze on you wavers as he begins looking at the rest of your half-naked body.

"Are you, uh, sure about this?"

His expression turns intense as he listens to your question. You begin to wonder if he'd actually stop now that he's gotten this far, not that you would want him to though.

"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to," he finally answers with a lopsided grin, "Do you want to continue?"

The moment after you say yes, Bakugou's shirt is on the ground. He begins kissing you again, quick to throw your bra on the ground before picking you up. His hands firmly grab your ass as you wrap yourself around him.

"Where's your room?" he breathes.

"First door on the right," you grin before kissing him once more.