(-Quirkless- Bakusquad band AU)
In which Y/n is a well established underground composer/songwriter and Bakugou is the hot drummer who figures that out and uses it as blackmail.
Pronouns used for Y/n will be she/her
The plan was for him to just her drop off at her apartment complex, but obviously, the growing tension between them was too thick to ignore.
So there they were standing on either side of the doorway, a sentence away from doing what they both desired at that moment. The moonlight pooled in through the wall of windows casting a dim glow over the living room behind Y/n. The rest of the room was dotted with shadows, though their eyes had adjusted to the lack of lighting.
Everything was right, the tension, the mood, the ambiance, and most of all, them.
They held each other's gazes for a few seconds, drinking in the silence. After what felt like forever, Bakugou was the first to move. He loosened his tie before taking a daring step closer, the door shut behind him with a soft thud. This was it.
As he reached her, his hands slowly travelled along her waist. Y/n tilted her head up to hold his stare, just then noticing their difference in height.
Her breath hitched slightly as his fingers brushed against her exposed back, only rousing the smirk that tugged at Bakugou's lips. He held their eye contact with a half-lidded gaze as he finally rested his hands against her hips and gently pulled them towards his own.
Once they were right against each other, he leaned down enough that his lips brushed the sweet spot just above her collarbone. Y/n clenched her teeth at the sensation, trying to veil the shivers it gave her. The familiar feeling of his breath right against her skin shot through her as she breathed out through her nose. She tried to remain calm and composed, though Bakugou didn't buy it at all, rather, it only fuelled his interest.
Bakugou placed a hand at the small of her back before pulling his face away. The lack of his presence against her left a cold and bare feeling. As if reading her mind, he brought his free hand up to her head, palms brushing the side of her cheek affectionately before his fingers intertwined with her hair, tightly enough to control the movement of her head. He tugged at her hair, causing Y/n to tilt her head upwards leaving him open-access to her neck. Bakugou leaned in again, this time more eagerly as he toyed with the thin strings running across her back. The only things holding her dress together.
His lips brushed her ear as he whispered. "Now how do you get this dress off?"
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【Ｓａｕｄａｄｅ】 𝚠𝚎'𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎
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