is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?
"IN CASE YOU EVER FOOLISHLY FORGET: I AM NEVER NOT THINKING OF YOU.
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bakugou x reader
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❦ mature language
❦ sexual themes/ content
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❦ I DO NOT OWN TH...
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| CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN |
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maybe it's better to live one day and be happy, than to live a lifetime of regrets.
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YOU FELT WHOLE. complete. utterly perfect.
with your head on bakugou's bare chest, you listened to his steady heartbeat. let the rhythm guide your own until both of your hearts synchronized into the beat of the same music.
your fingers were drawing idle shapes on his stomach. sometimes following the lines of his battle scars, sometimes drawing lines of their own making.
bakugou had an arm wrapped around your middle, his thumb swiping back and forth right above your hip bone.
his other hand was in your hair, fingers playing with your wild strands, petting, twirling, stroking, raking through the mess like a comb.
you both laid there in silence, legs tangled and hands refusing to leave the other's body just as you both refused acknowledging your recent confessions. what you'd admitted high in a moment of bliss. the feeling that had been brewing in your chest for a while now, until it grew and evolved into a beast that finally took control of your tongue, moved your lips in the shape of each letter and burst out of your mouth in a promise and a plea.
bakugou hadn't even hesitated before repeating those three words back to you. each syllable stumbling over the next to rush out of his full lips. as if he'd finally lifted up the dam keeping the streams of words inside.
but now, after a night of passion and sin and flames, the dam was back down and the beast was locked back in.
with your head clear, you remembered once again.
his plans. his lies. his games.
"it doesn't change anything." you finally said.
your breath was warm against his chest and bakugou let himself enjoy every exhale for a second longer before replying "what doesn't change anything?"
his fingers combed through your hair slowly until they reached the ends before repeating their path again. it almost lulled you back into sleep but you forced your eyes open.
"last night." three of your fingers followed a particularly large scar on his side up toward his chest "what we did." what we said, was trailing at the end and you didn't need to say it out loud for him to know.