love island bakugou and every time you guys decide to go up to the terrace or you’re walking up the stairs with him behind you, he’s tapping your ass, a little slap to your ass, a squeeze in your teeny tiny bikini that doesn’t cover a thing on purpose. you walk onto the terrace and he’s right up behind you with his hands on your ass. having to swat him away and push him into the sofa.
“finally some privacy.” he huffs.
“did you know it was me in the challenge?” you flirt, crawling onto his lap with your legs along the sofa. he holds you tight, staring at you like you’re brighter than the spanish sun.
you just participated in a kissing challenge where the boys all lined up and the girls had to kiss every one and be rated. you got second highest, only because you chose not to makeout with bakugou’s best friend and your best friend’s man. they both gave you a 2 each for that.
“course, i did. i know how your lips feel. you also went for my bottom lip with tongue. you love that shit,” he stares at them when he says that, as if he’s remembering exactly how you feel, “also your hands went straight into my hair and you pressed your body into me. i know what you feel like, woman.”
you giggle, bowing your head slightly.
then you switch personalities completely, hand flat on his chest and serious, “was i actually your favourite kiss or were you just saying that? be honest.”
“you were everyone’s favourite—,”
“but was i your favourite, katsuki?”
he wants to eat you, keep you locked to his side forever. he grins like a man in love. bakugou can already imagine his friends laughing at him at home.
“don’t ask me stupid questions,” he smirks, pouting his lips out for a kiss to which you peck him back immediately. he knows this is a cute little farce you do with him. a way for him to give you even more compliments than he does already. you’re one of the most confident women he’s ever met, he knows you know you’re the best kisser in the building. you just wanna hear it from him. “you’re my fuckin’ favourite. best kiss, best girl.”
he grabs your chin, “y’hear me?”
you nod excitedly, “i actually thought—,”
“if you say someone else was a better kisser than me i’m gonna—,”
“i’m only joking! you were my favourite too. obviously.”
