The following smut is from my fic Seen, Not Just Noticed. This is chapter 30 of my long ongoing fic. If you like what you read, why not check it out on Wattpad or AO3?
The reader (Y/N) is referred to as Kitagawa (last name) in narration.
After fourty-five minutes or so, the shower's water stops running. It takes her fifteen to leave the bathroom.
She steps out in her signature pink robe and a towel wrapped around her hair.
"Shower's all yours if you want it for the night, Bakugo" Kitagawa states, walking over to the coffee table. Her hands get a firm grip on the ziploc bag containing her cheesecake.
"Crashing on the couch tonight?" She travels bag in hand to the mini-kitchen.
"Yeah. Figured it'd be for the best—unless you have other ideas," Bakugo leaves the question open-ended, hoping that it'd direct her toward the answer he wants.
"I could sleep on the couch, or the floor..." Kitagawa answers, putting the cheesecake in the fridge. "Whatever makes you more comfortable"
Not the answer he was looking for.
"If you want the bed, you can have it...I really don't mind,"
"Your comfortability matters more"
"Ooh, some of that chivalry is coming back," She plants herself on the arm of the couch where his head is resting. "But seriously, if you want the bed, you can have it"
"And why would I take it from you?" He poses a question, looking up at her. The view is almost intoxicating.
Kitagawa gazes down at him with a smile on her face.
Honestly, the fact that she hasn't even brought up the thought of them sleeping in the same bed surprises him greatly. It also makes him feel like a degenerate. He wasn't like this before her, and it definitely doesn't make him feel good that he's thinking thoughts that haven't even crossed her mind...or at least thoughts that she hasn't voiced.
"You wouldn't take anything from me," She pauses. "You're my guest—I'm trying to be good host"
Bakugo sighs and sits up, locking his eyes with hers. She returns his gaze.
Defeated, he gives into his own desires. "Y'know...we could both have the bed"
Kitagawa's face scrunches with confusion before a streak of red appears on her face. "O-Oh! That's....you want to—um—sleep together? Is that why you..."
That flustered look on her face is adorable.
"We don't have to if you don't want to—"
"NO!" Kitagawa blurts before covering her mouth. "I mean—yes? Or...would be weird if we—I guess we COULD! If you w-want to I guess"
"Well, now that you're asking," Bakugo picks himself up from the couch and flops onto the bed. "The bed does seem pretty comfortable"
Kitagawa follows him shortly after, sitting on the other side of the mattress' edge. She keeps her gaze averted from him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her hands fidget with her robe.
"What are you doing?" Bakugo asks, staring at her hands.
"Uh...would you prefer if I kept the robe on?"
"Why would you take it off??"
"Um...to make it easier for you to—unless you're saying you want to rip it off of me"
She crawls toward him, planting her hands outside of his frame. "That's what this is, right? You wanna fuck?"
Was he trying to get laid tonight? No, actually. Was he trying to soft launch the idea? Absolutely.
He didn't expect to hard launch it...although, he probably should've expected it from Kitagawa.
Tonight was supposed to be getting too comfortable with each other. Maybe fall asleep in the same bed, maybe some slight cuddling—if he could manage that—and perhaps on the second/final night, they do the boombayah for real.
He's two days ahead of the game now without hardly even trying.
"Do you want to?" He redirects the question, feeling a tent forming in his boxers.
"D-Don't do that! Do you wanna fuck me or not?!"
"C'mon, Storm Bitch, you can't seriously be willing to give it up that easy"
"I-I..." She groans. "You know I don't have self preservation! Plus, you literally suggested that we sleep in the same bed! How am I not meant to think that you want to have sex?"
"Who said that I didn't? I'm just surprised that you're giving it up so quickly. I was expecting at least a little more of a fight..."
"How am I not supposed to fold?! You're laying on the same mattress as me, wearing nothing but your boxers, and clearly bricked!"
"So what—you're just gonna hop on and start riding me until the sun comes up?"
"I guess! Do you not want that to happen?!"
He does want that to happen—really, really bad—but admitting to it...
His pride just won't let him.
Bakugo squints, giving her an unclear answer.
Kitagawa stretches her lower eyelids with her hands. "Holy shit! Give me a clear answer, BAKUGO! Do you want to do the devil's tango with me or not???"
A clear answer still isn't given.
She scoffs, standing up from her spot on the mattress. She fidgets with her robe, untying the back, and letting it drop to the floor. Her hand lands on her hip as she asserts her bare presence.
A sharp breath immediately leaves his mouth.
She's so beautiful—even when she's pissed—ESPECIALLY when she's pissed.
His eyes can't help but drink in her figure; every curve, every perfection, every inch of her. She's perfect in every way. Her personality, her body, her mannerisms—EVERYTHING.
His boxers get tighter—begging—No, PRAYING to be taken off. His dick craves that sweet cave of moisture between her enticing thighs.
Subconsciously, he licks his lips. He hadn't noticed how dry they were before...or maybe they weren't. Whatever the case, he can't deny the delectable treat of a sight in front of him.
Kitagawa's hand on her hip manages to find itself crossing with her other arm. "Can I get a yes? Or even a no? Don't just stare at me, dickhead. Do something!"
And 'do something' he does.
Within an instant, he pulls her arms apart and throws her onto the bed.
A pop comes from her shoulder, either a sign that she just pulled something and he was a bit too rough, or her bones are stiff and she actually needed that.
He stands behind her, clothed boner rubbing against her ass.
"Ow!" She hisses. "Fuck...I didn't mean to do something ROUGH"
Okay, probably the first one.
"Shut up!" He hisses back, "I mean—fuck—sorry"
"Does this mean you're gonna slip it in?"
Bakugo presses his hands against the small of her back. "Do you want me to slip it in?"
She takes a second to respond. "...No"
"You said you didn't bring condoms—unless that was a lie"
"Then...please don't cum inside of me" Her neck turns to face him. "I...agree with my mother—the last thing I need is a baby"
His hands slide down to her cheeks, gripping them, obsessing over them. "Y'know, there's a chance that wouldn't happen..."
"That's like being lactose intolerant and eating mac and cheese—of course there's a chance you won't get explosive diarrhea, but are you really going to take it?"
"...There are a lot of people who'd take that risk—bad example"
"YOU GET WHAT I MEAN!" Kitagawa kicks his leg; gently—opposed to how he treated her earlier.
He chuckles, pressing against her even harder. His arms wrap around her stomach. "I won't impregnate you, I promise. I won't even take my cock out if it makes you more secure"
"No, don't do that...just—" She blushes. "Keep it away from my vagina and I'll... suck it, I guess?"
Her uncertainty perplexes him for a moment. Curious, his head tilts. "You guess? Aren't you like a pro at this or something?"
"This," He gestures to their situation. "Shouldn't you be more confident?"
Kitagawa scoffs. "Did you just call me a whore?"
"Why do you think I'm a pro then??"
"Because you're—well—uh—yeah, I am calling you a whore"
"BITCH! I'm TECHNICALLY a virgin! Check your fucking facts!"
He raises a brow. "That's hard to believe"
"My pussy is tighter than a bloated whale, dickhead!" She sticks out her tongue. "Just...tease me, okay?! Jeez!"
He nods in agreement and shifts his lower torso, grinding his tension against her exposed clit. Soft moans seap out of her mouth with each motion along with wetness forming within her folds.
"Mmm fuck, it feels so big and it's not even bare..." She copes, rubbing herself against his pitched tent.
Bakugo holds her hips. "You like that?"
Kitagawa answers with another moan.
"Good girl..." He wraps her hair around his hand, tugging on it. "Keep moaning like that for me, 'kay"
Her lower half continues to collide with his. He manages to let out a few grunts himself, but his pride won't allow him to fully moan alongside her. It feels good—really good—painfully good.
If just rubbing against each other feels this nice, imagine how fantastic his dick would feel exploring her insides.
He shudders at the thought.
Their rubbing accelerates, the friction becoming too much for his boxers. Although rather tight on him, his cock pleads to be freed, his tip barely breaching the confines.
"Oh, fuck..." He curses, pulling away from her for a sec.
She whines at the disturbance of his absense. "What's wrong? You didn't cum, right? We can keep going?"
"Dick's slippin' out. I'm putting it back"
"Oh..." She smiles, blushing once more. "Awww~!"
Bakugo gives her a skeptical look. "What? What are we 'awwww'ing?"
"You're listening to me~"
"...Yeah? I would hope so?" The pitch of his voice raises. "Wouldn't it be questionable if I just ignored you? You're not into that shit, are you? Because I am not getting into borderline non-con territory"
"I—I didn't mean it like that. I mean...it's cute that you're respecting my wishes. I-I like that..." She shifts from laying on her stomach to sitting on the edge of the bed again. "But...you don't have to readjust. I think I'm ready for...something else"
Kitagawa falls to her knees, gazing her enchanting [color] eyes up at him like a doe. The angle makes him twitch in his boxers. Even with how soft and gentle she looks, Bakugo knows she's a wolf in sheep's clothing. It makes him hesitate in his decision.
"Do I have to pull it out for you?" Her question makes his heart race. "Don't make me do all the hard work here"
Her sudden confidence—or faux confidence—worries him slightly. What is he getting himself into? Pleasure, pain, something inbetween???
Her hands gently take his cock out of his boxers, enclosing around it delicately as if it were fragile. Her hands still feel bloated, but also warm and inviting.
Half of a moan leaves his mouth when she kitten licks his tip. Bakugo slaps his palm to his own mouth to muffle it. Too bad that moans just keep rolling out him as she takes him deeper in her mouth.
Instinctively, he cups the back of her head, fingers rooted deep in her hair. He thrusts into her throat in a repeated fashion. She chokes in response to his rowdiness—the look on her face is enough to make him finish here and now...
But he holds on just a little longer.
"Good fucking girl, keep choking..." He grunts. "You're so fucking good at this for a virgin"
She bobs her head up, releasing herself from him for moment just to speak. "That's because I've done this before...many times"
"....how the fuck does that make you a virgin then?? Being a virgin means you've never had sexual intercourse at all—you don't get to pick and choose that shit???"
"I SAID I am TECHNICALLY a virgin!!!" She pouts. "I've never been penetrated vaginally and I've never had anal. I've given blowjobs, handjobs, and boobjobs—that's it"
Bakugo scrunches his face. "oH yEaH, i'Ve KiLlEd TwO pEoPlE, bUt I'vE oNlY beEn CoNvIcTeD fOr OnE sO I'm NoT a MuRdErEr—you hear how fucking dumb that sounds?!"
Her face sours, her lips still inches away from his cock. "Why do you care so much about whether I'm pure or not? You're one of those weirdos that non-religiously care about the chastity of the woman they're pursuing, aren't you? Fucking dickwad..."
"I don't care if you're not a virgin. It's just a weird thing to lie about"
"I'm not lying to you??? There's labels for this shit—look it up!"
Her mouth returns to his cock, silently sucking him off once more. Bakugo pulls out his phone as he grunts in pleasure, actually taking time to Google what counts toward keeping purity.
To his surprise, there are levels to virginity.
"Oh my god—did you just Google it NOW?!" She glares at him, obviously offended.
"When did you want me to?"
"Later? When I'm not wasting my energy on my knees sucking your dick! Pay attention to me!"
That last part ignites a smirk. As his lips curl, he purrs.
"You're an attention whore—I should've guessed..." His hand tilts up under her chin, lifting it. "You like when Da—mmm—Mas—eughhh..."
Bakugo cringes with each term that comes out of his mouth.
Kitagawa cackles. "Don't like that do you?"
"No, not at all—that shit was so fucking corny..."
"Yeah, I don't like them either. 'Master' I'm partial to, but 'Daddy'? Ugh, yuck! I had a great relationship with my father—it feels....gross"
Bakugo agrees. "Just...you know my name—use it"
"Oh!" She beams. "Katsuki~"
His heart flutters for what seems like the fiftieth time. His name sounds so sweet on her tongue. Of course, he's heard her say it before, but the circumstances were entirely different. Kitagawa doesn't use Japanese honorifics in conversation—that much has been clear since the moment her mother introduced his parents to her.
"Nghhhh...holy shit" She remarks, face covered in white. "Did that turn you on?"
Cum travels down her cheeks as she giggles. Bakugo blushes from embarrassment at the sight.
There's no way just hearing his name come out of her mouth like that made him finish.
"Fuuuuck..." He slides his hands down his face. "I didn't mean to—my bad—I should've told you I was close"
Kitagawa swipes a finger along her cum-covered cheeks and sticks it in her mouth. She hums in content before her tongue flicks back to his cock, licking it clean.
Satisfied, she finally stands up with a stretch.
"I lied—the shower isn't yours for the rest of the night. I'm going back. Goodnight..." She passes him, whispering in his ear prior to leaving him alone in the room. "Katsuki~"
He stands there as she enters the bathroom. His dick—now soft—rests only with her saliva and the phantom of her touch.
He returns to the couch—not to sleep—but to wait. He's going to take a shower after her. As much as sweat is a huge part of his life, he can't bare the thought of joining her clean body on a bed where he's filthy.
Of course, like earlier, it takes her an hour to get out of the bathroom.
Instead of coming out with a robe though, she comfortably walks into the room nude. Nothing to hide anymore. And Bakugo's sure as hell not complaining.
He hops in the shower while she settles into bed. Although tired, Kitagawa makes a conscious effort not to fall asleep.
It only takes him twenty minutes to get out and dry off.
Laying in bed next to her, he rolls on his side, propping up his elbow to look at her. She faces him, a tired joyful expression plastered on her face.
"So..." He trails off. "This was just sex, right?"
"Yeah, just a hookup—unless you want more than that"
"A friends with benefits kind of situation then...? Like what you had with Kaminari—minus the pining?"
"FWB sounds fine. I'll never say no to casual sex," A beat passes. "Wait—I mean—fuck, now I do sound like a slut"
Bakugo snorts. "You always have, don't worry"
Kitagawa reaches for her lamp and so does Bakugo. In sync, they return to bed, each head resting on a pillow.
"Goodnight, Katsuki..." She closes her eyes, her hand resting on the empty space between them.
"Goodnight..." He places his hand on top of hers.
