My Little Brat BakugoxReader

Chapter 29: Wasted Actions

He took you straight to your bathroom, setting you on the toilet seat as you mumbled off like a crazy person.

The light from the ceiling was blinding in comparison to the darkness you had been walking in the past while. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer and wet it and kneeled down next to you, wiping off makeup stains.

You were so wasted. You didn't even open your eyes as he did so. One hand tugged your hair gently out of your face so the other hand could clean the makeup from your flushed cheeks. The room was silent as he worked on you. Then, your eyes slightly opened just to gaze at the man in front of you, "Handsome." You blurred.

"I know," he let out a breathy laugh.

"Katsuki..." you whined. His chest tightened hearing you say his name like that.

"What?"

"Are you mad I danced with Shinsou?"

Your eyes were slightly open as you said it. Your head was leaned against his hand, your arms dangling at your sides.

"What do you think," he spoke.

You looked up at him, making eye contact with him. "Tell me, are you upset 'bout it?"

He didn't answer you, knowing that you would likely forget. "C'mon, let's get you to bed, yeah?" He grabbed one of your arms and slung it over his shoulder, pulling you up. You stumbled, but he was supporting most of your weight.

"You're so handsome," You breathed, "and you smell good."

He rolled his eyes at you, leading you to your bed. He sat you down and was about to leave, but you let out a whine. "I can't... reach my... Bakugou, help," you whimpered.

Hearing your voice this sweet made his hair stand up. He sighed in defeat and walked back to help. "What is it?"

"I can't unzip," you continued, trying to reach behind your back.

Bakugou apprehensively reached behind you, finding the zipper and sliding it down slowly. He took a deep breath, trying oh so hard not to imagine anything else-- but he made the mistake of looking into your eyes as he pulled away, and you were giving him a look that made his brain melt.

You were leaning in, slowly but surely, and he couldn't move. You were close now. Too close. The distance was only getting smaller and smaller, and he couldn't move.

Your soft lips met his, and his body erupted in desire. He kissed you back, reaching his hands up and cupping your face as he pressed his lips against your. You tasted like booze. He moved his fingers to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer.

Your hands were touching his chest and going lower, sending shocks up his body. He pulled away suddenly, realization dawning on him. "No, we can't do this."

"C'monn," you whined softly, your lips kissing his cheek and then his jawline. He couldn't move as you made your way to his neck. You were so warm, and you smelled so nice, and all he wanted was to lay you down on the bed and ruin you, but he couldn't move. "You want this, like I want this." You whimpered, and he practically moaned.

"You're drunk." He pulled away.

Your hands slipped down his torso and hooked onto his belt, pulling him back to you as you kissed him again, hungrier this time. "You love me, say it." You whined.

Your movements made his pants feel tighter. "Shit," he moaned. He was aching for you now, but he yanked his lips away again for a final time.

"Y/n you're killing me..."

He stood up, ending it. He took a deep breath to try and chase the dizziness and aching desire from his body. He leaned his head back, fighting the urge to touch you again. You were addictive. How could you have this much power over his body and mind?