to celebrate the one year anniversary of this blog, have this fic I prepared for you all~ I hope you enjoy~
characters 18+. contents: pro hero Bakugo, rough sex, multiple rounds, some oral, slight overstim, quirk use, mentions/use of birth control, creampie, dirty talk,
the crowd cheering and shouting could only boost the ego of Ground Zero, it meant he was getting popular and that meant he was gaining traction on becoming the number one hero. Bakugo only dreamed of one thing, he still had the aspiration to become the greatest hero and have the biggest house and all that other great stuff. looking at the crowd cheering and thanking him for saving their asses once again, he grinned. he couldn’t help it if it looked arrogant, he was feeling the pride swell within him. with the crowd and the reporters asking him questions, he was sure that it wouldn’t be much longer before he was the number one hero and everyone would be looking at him and giving him all the praise.
when the cameras were finally gone and the police had taken in the stupid villain, Bakugo was finally able to leave. he had simply been patrolling the streets when that idiot villain thought he could take on a hero like himself. it was the craziest, stupidest thing he had seen all week. all he wanted to do was get back to his agency and take a breather, and he really wasn’t that far.
he was making a steady pace when someone jumped in front of him from an alleyway. he took a defensive stance, readying to blast someone from their spot. but when he saw you clearly, camera clutched in hand and a big smile on your face, he relaxed. “you trying to get yourself killed? you shouldn’t jump out in front of heroes fresh out of a fight.”
you shook your head, a light blush coming to your cheeks. “I know, I just… I wanted a picture of you… if that’s alright.”
he made a disgruntled noise. “I’m done taking pictures.” he walked past you without another care in the world.
you followed after him. “I’m your biggest fan!” you told him, laughing softly like a giggly school girl. he glanced at you over his shoulder, watching you follow him carefully. “I’ve been following your career since you debuted as your own hero persona. you’ve gotten significant growth since that drug bust a few months ago and the American mob boss.”
he stopped and turned to you. you had only been following him for a few store fronts, but you were getting on his nerve. he didn’t need some lady telling him about his career. “look, is a picture all you want? will that make you go away?”
you gave him another big smile. “well, yes. I won’t lie, I want to sell exclusives so that I can hopefully finish my degree.”
“alright, whatever. I don’t need to know your life story,” he said and looked around, then looked back at you. you didn’t look too much younger than him, maybe twenty. you weren’t a complete dumbass if that was really your plan of action. he growled lowly, “make it quick. and no flash.”
you smiled and reached out, taking his gloved hand and running ahead. as you lead him, he prepares himself incase you really are a nutcase looking to try hurting him or doing anything crazy, but after turning a corner and running another block, he realized you’re as truthful as can be. you stop at a wall that’s free of any posters or adverts, there wasn’t even a spot of graffiti in sight, and you asked him to stand in front of it. you were mostly quiet, asking him to look at you and to “try not to look so grumpy.”
despite your saying you just wanted one picture, you took multiple, but Bakugo didn’t mind as much as he thought he would. you were more tolerable than any newscaster or paparazzi that he had to deal with on a normal day. all you wanted were a few pictures, but you didn’t make too much of a big deal after he agreed. you were talking to him as if he wasn’t a hero, making jokes and talking about anything that came to your mind. what he should have thought of as mildly annoying wasn’t so unbearable.
“is that all you wanted?” he asked, watching you as you looked through the photos taken.
you looked up and smiled, nodding to him appreciatively. “yeah, thank you so much.”
as you walked closer to him, he looked away and grunted. “Whatever, just take your pictures and go.” you stared up at him, still smiling, though now a little shyly. “what?”
“well, I just feel a little guilty. I mean, you let me take these pictures… I don’t want to go and not do something for you in return,” you explained to him gently. he felt wary again, but pushed it down as he looked at your big eyes gazing up at him. you were his biggest fan, your words, not his, and you seemed to have only the best intentions. plus, you had a pretty pair of lips, ones that were glossed and looked soft and could actually do something for him now that he thought about it. “is there anything I can do? I would do anything for you.”
there was something that you could do. He’s been too busy for weeks now, not that it really mattered. he hadn’t been in any kind of relationship for a while, whether that was just a quick hookup or something more long term. he was aching and was pent up, his hand simply not enough. even if it was, he hadn’t had the time to get off in a little while now. so yes, there was definitely something you could do for him…
he stepped closer to you, backed you into the wall, and got close to your cute face. with one hand on the wall behind you and the other on your hip, he could feel your light tremble of excitement. the smile you gave him did little to hide the blush on your cheeks. after all, here you were on the side of a building with your favorite hero so close that he could smell the sweet smell of your breath.”there is one thing that you can do, but it’ll have to wait until tonight…”
he didn’t like doing anything risky when he was on the job. that could give him the wrong kind of attention and he was smarter than to let his personal problems interfere with his career. Especially ones like this.
you weren’t some dumbass; you caught on quickly and reached out, sliding a hand up his chest just to feel him up. his muscles felt just as amazing as you thought they would, not that you thought of that often. it was a passing thought, one that came and went. you were still amazed, just not so surprised. you looked up at him with a hint of lust in your eyes. “my place or yours?”
“Yours,” he said almost immediately. “wouldn’t want you leaking my address to any other extras.”
you giggled and bit your lip. the longer he looked at you like that, the more he wanted to break his rules and fuck you against the wall. you were really so willing to receive his offer and flirting, but you weren’t throwing yourself at him. it was really making him feel all his blood flow south.
as soon as you agreed, you gave him your address and told him to come by whenever he’s ready. all that you request is that he take a shower, which to him was a given. he wasn’t about to go to you for sex and smell like a hard day’s work. that wasn’t about to happen even if you were just a quick hook up to help him get off. that was never going to happen.
though you didn’t know when Ground Zero was going to be coming over, you tried to get your place cleaned up. it wasn’t the best, but certainly not the worst. it was an apartment that you did your best to keep clean, which wasn’t so hard since it was so small and only you lived there. still, it was cramped and you had your school books everywhere. you had a desk right beside your bed and a nightstand that seemed to take up half of your bedroom. needless to say, you couldn’t have another person live there with you even if you wanted them to, even if you got rid of half your stuff.
that was besides the point. you had the Ground Zero coming to your place to fuck you. you pinched yourself on the way home just to make sure that it wasn’t all a dream, which you were happy you didn’t wake up from. this was real and happening. but just because you made plans to have a fun night with your favorite hero, you still had work to do. so once you were done cleaning, you sat down at your desk and started drafting.
you shamelessly ran a fan page for none other than Ground Zero. you couldn’t help it when you first started it, it was just a hobby that you thought you could use to pass the time and relax from classes and work. it worked for a while, but then a lot of people started to follow your blog posts and actually leave comments. you couldn’t just not respond. now the webpage was a part of your daily life; you checked it everyday for messages and whenever there was something to post about, you did. but you didn’t just type out your first thoughts and hit post. you were more thoughtful about it. you wanted to put your thoughts out there correctly so that they couldn’t be misconstrued. you took it as seriously as anything else in your life.
you stopped writing to consider what was going to happen later. that wasn’t something you wanted to share online. sure, you knew that it was probably just sex and wouldn’t turn into anything more than that - hell, it probably wasn’t going to go beyond this one night - but you could only imagine what kind of responses you would get if you made a headline of “I fucked Ground Zero.” people wouldn’t believe you for one thing, and even if they did believe you, what would that make you? some hero fucker? that wasn’t something you wanted.
you knew why you had agreed to it. it was Ground Fucking Zero, one of the hottest, badass heroes of year, hell, you’d go as far as to say century. he was a fantastic hero who got the job done, he was strong and determined. he was an admirable hero. but you also swamped. between school, work, and running a blog, you had little time for a relationship. you were too focused on the degree and the money to care about the guy who was checking out your ass in your classes - besides, he was a creep. you didn’t have time to get laid, but you supposed if a great hero like him was going to offer, why not take it?
you pushed aside the article you were writing and got up for some water. looking at the time, you had a few hours before he got off his shift, one of the few things he did tell you. you didn’t blame him for being secretive, that was a given. he was a pro hero and you were a fan, it didn’t go deeper than that. you were okay with that. but given the time, you were worried it wasn’t going to go by fast enough.
you needed a shower, or rather wanted one. you needed to relax and take a moment to yourself. forget classes, forget work, forget the post. you needed more you time. you downed your glass of water and started a shower, going to collect a towel or two and some special shower products, just more things to help you relax. as soon as that warm stream of water hit your body, you felt your muscles become less tense. washing up was going to be a great relief.
it’s only after you step out of the shower and wrap a towel around your body do you begin to worry again. this time about what you’re going to wear. you know it won’t matter so much because you’ll end up naked by the end of the night, but you would still like to look nice when he shows up. for the time being, you dry off and put on a comfortable outfit to wear around the house. then, you go to the bathroom to dry and brush your hair so that it will look nice.
when looking in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think a little color on your lips wouldn’t hurt. you thought that it would look nice, but then an invading thought of leaving a few marks on him might be nice too. as soon as your hair was done, with a little bounce in it, you grab your tube of pink shimmer lip gloss and paint it on. then a little powder and blush… and a little mascara wouldn’t hurt either. you stop after that, not wanting to overdo it, but damn do you look good!
all that’s left now is the matter of wardrobe. you walk to your closet and pull it open. the clothes would spill out if it weren’t for you masterful skill of keeping them jam-packed in there. you were just thankful that you decided to do laundry when you did, with only a few scraps in the dirty hamper when Ground Zero will arrive. as you rifle through the clothing, you open drawers and thumb through everything in search of something, anything, to make a sexy impression on the hero.
then it hits you, and you know exactly what to wear…
Bakugo had gotten off about an hour ago. he’d already come all the way home and taken a shower, but was struggling with himself on whether this was a good idea or not. you were pretty much a stranger. sure, he’d spent an hour or so with you just taking pictures and flirting, maybe even less time than that, but you were still a stranger. not that he was worried about his life, he could handle any situation, but the idea still stood. what if this was all an act to get him alone? what if you were seeking this out to try something dangerous? it wouldn’t end well for you, at which Bakugo wouldn’t care much at that point, but he was still concerned, for some reason.
he pulled his shirt over his head and ran a hand through his still wet hair. the day had gone by slowly after the event at which you had caught him at. he thought about leaving early but decided against it, even after the tiring events. he ate lunch and wasn’t so hungry by the time he had gotten home. he still kept himself hydrated, but otherwise only had a small snack before taking a breather.
thinking about you, back pressed to the wall as you clutched that camera that hung around your neck. your hand on him had felt almost heavenly and it was just a ghost of a touch at the end of the day, but he still felt it. when he brought his hand to his abs and up to his pecs, he couldn’t recreate that feeling you gave him. it was like a tingling, he couldn’t explain it otherwise. the pout of your lips and the look in your eyes, the smell of confection on your breath. he wondered if you spent all day just eating sugar, a hyperfocus on whether your lips tasted just as sweet.
without needing any more convincing, he stood up and checked his phone for the directions to your place. if all came crashing down, he knew he could get out of any bad situation, but didn’t think you’d be so callous. you were too smiley for that kind of stuff. he was going to your apartment and he was going to be the one to destroy your world.
it didn’t take him too long to get to your street and even less time to find your place. he climbed the stairs and got to your fourth floor apartment door before he knew what he was going to say to you. were words even necessary? would you even care? he knocked on the door without a second thought and waited with his hands in his pockets. he heard padded footsteps on the other side and a few other noises, then the sliding of a lock. you had looked through the peephole, that much was obvious, but he didn’t really care. the more discreet this was, the better. he wasn’t ready for what was waiting for him on the other side, however.
you stood in your doorway, holding the door as if you were shy, and you smiled up at him innocently. you were wearing a black, lace babydoll. it showed off your breasts and held them so perfectly, and it stopped at your midthigh and flowed so well that it would be so easy for him to slip his hands under. you didn’t wear a bra under it, but you did wear a matching pair of panites. your hair fell nicely and you had a touch of makeup on, not that you needed it. it was like a goddess had opened the door.
“come on in,” you said and turned around. that was when he noticed your panites were cheeky and he followed you in a hurry. he closed the door behind him and when he turned around, you pinned your hands on either side of his head. if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly was now. you had that look in your eyes again, that hungry one, but it was stronger now. you slid your hand down and locked the door.
as soon as he heard the click, he grabbed your face and kissed you. it was rough and your lips were squishing and molding together, your hands pulling him in closer. your hips pressed into his and your moaned in satisfasction at what you discovered. an ache shot through him and he groaned, hands already traveling down to your ass and slipping under your babydoll. he was torn between whether he wanted to fuck you in it or tear it off of you. but his hands were full of your ass and he’s eating up your moans and leading you to somewhere he doesn’t know, so it’s only one of many ideas in his head.
you pulled out of the borderline make out breathless and pointed to a small hallway where your bedroom was. wordlessly, he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. you began to grind yourself into his crotch as he made his way to your room. the door was already open and he just walked right in and didn’t bother to close it. he laid you on the bed and began to undo his pants, needing the relief of being free. he holds his shirt in his mouth as you watch him, lip caught between your teeth. he wanted to feel those teeth on him, he wanted to make you have to bite down on him to contain your moans.
you sat up when his cock came free and sprang up, bobbing at you as it leaks a bead of pre. it was the thickest cock you’d seen, especially at the base, and had pretty veins in the right places that you knew would feel heavenly soon enough. you lean forward and crawl toward him, opening your mouth and taking the tip into your warm mouth. your lips feel so soft, the gloss on them spread on his own and now over his cock in a thin residue. you suck on the tip and grab his shaft in one hand. you fist his shaft as he groans and bites into his shirt harder. one hand goes into your hair and grips it tightly.
he can’t hold his tongue any longer. “fuck, you’ve got a good mouth on you. I knew it was good for more than just talking.”
you pulled off and looked up at him, batting your eyes with a smirk. “you’ve been thinking about all the things my mouth can do?”
he nodded and watched you, reaching up with one hand and pulling his shirt off. his teeth grit as you only used your hand, tongue poked out. you were being a tease and he didn’t like that. with the hand in your hair, he pulled your head closer and guided his cock to your lips. he pushed right past them as your opened your mouth to take all of him. he was big for you mouth and your lips wrapped tightly around him, your tongue pushing and gliding against his shaft as he pushed. his tip gagged you but that didn’t stop him. you took deep breaths through your nose until it pressed into his pelvis. you stared up at him, moaning around him as his cock jumped in your mouth, a low grown leaving his lips as he tilted his head back.
he pulled back in a rush and pushed back in, alarming you for a moment. you prepared yourself and held yourself up on your arms as his other hand found your hair, which he’d already made a mess out of and expected to make even messier. he fucked your mouth roughly, grunting harshly. “you shouldn’t tease me, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about this all day and I’m not going to hold back.” you moaned to him in understanding, some of the sounds vaguely similar to words. “you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.”
you moaned louder and Bakugo knows that he won’t be last long with you making such sounds, or even the sinful faces you made at him. your eyes wouldn’t leave him and you were absolutely flushed. when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and your eyes slightly rolled up, but they always focused on him again. “you’re enjoying this so much, aren’t you?”
he pulled out before you can answer, his cock glistening in your saliva. the tip began to build up with pre again as he ordered you to lay on the bed. he watched you did as he told you and your look up at him, still attempting to catch your breath. he descended onto the bed and crawled over you, and though your legs were already spread, he pushed them further apart. he pushed the babydoll up and gripped the lace in his hands, contemplating what he wanted to do, but before he could make a decision, he caught sight of your soaked pantie.
“look at you, fucking drenched for me,” he said and put a thumb on the spot. he dragged it up your slit until he found your clit through the fabric. you moaned loudly and bucked your hips when he did, which only made him start rubbing circles into it. “you can’t wait for a great hero like me to fuck you, huh? I’m your favorite aren’t I? that’s why you’re my biggest fan, yeah?” you moaned and panted as he spoke, nodding to him and flushed. “use your words.”
“yes,” you panted out, wiggling your hips under his touch. the stimulation was so good, but you wanted more. “can’t wait much longer, Ground Zero.”
hearing you use his hero name in that needy, desperate tone made him stop. he gripped your panties and tore them drown your legs, pulling them off of you as fast as he could. your pretty, glistening pussy was there, ready and begging for him. he took two fingers and spread your wetness to your clit, where he continued to stimulate it and make you moan for him. he dipped his head down and licked up your folds, then used his other hand and pushed two fingers in. your legs jumped and you moaned at the sudden but welcome intrusion. your legs ended up on his shoulders and trying to pull him in, but he was happily finger fucking you and watching you shake under his touch.
“Ground Zero, please!” you moaned out.
“your-” a particularly hard thrust made you interrupt yourself with a moan, “your tongue!”
“if you’re sure,” he said, bringing his lips closer to your entrance. you nodded and with that he stopped the pressure on your clit and replaced his fingers with his tongue. you threw your head back and bucked your hips into him. he was happy to hear you sing a chorus of moans for him, his hero name falling off your lips like a praise to a god. it was making him have to thrust his hips into your mattress, just for a little relief until he could bury himself into you again.
he slipped his tongue down and pushed it into your pussy, lapping at your walls as he played with you. your puffy clit now sat untouched, but he made up for it by the grip he held on your thigh and the fingers he still had buried in your cunt. “you taste so good, I could eat you out everyday.” he could feel your legs begin to tremble harder on his shoulders and he knew you were close, so he pulled away and left your little hole quivering with need.
you brought your head up, whining with small tears in your eyes. “wh-why did you stop?”
he licked his lips clean of your sweet essence and smirked at you. “because… you don’t get to cum before I do.”
your eyes widened slightly. he slipped from under your legs and your gaze followed him as he climbed up your body. he hooked his hands under your knees and brought your legs up into his shoulders again, angling your body just how he wanted to. your baby doll bunched up on your body and he looked down at you, licking his lips again as he took in the sight.
he dragged his eyes up to meet yours again. “condom?” he asked. he knew he should have brought one, or more, but he hadn’t had any at home. he could have gotten a box on the way, but he hadn’t wanted to seem like he had the entire night planned out… you shook your head at him, which made him curse under his breath. “then are you safe?”
you nodded and bit your lip. “yeah, I’m on the pill…”
“good, I don’t want any little surprises,” he told you. he reached between the two of you and grabbed his cock, lining it up to your cunt. just feeling the tip brush against you made the both of you let out small, desperate moans. when he began pushing into you, a gasp left your mouth and he grunted. “shit, you’re tight as hell.”
you moaned and reached up, putting your hands on his. your nails dug into his skin lightly. “i-it’s been a little while,” you admit unabashedly. “fuck, you’re so big.”
he wasn’t even halfway buried in your nice pussy, but hearing that he was the first guy to get a taste of you for a bit made him snap his hips. he was pushed into you to the hilt and your eyes were big and wide and those tears that had been clinging to your ducts fell down the side of your face. “fuck!”
he sat there, panting in your face as he adjusted to the way your walls hugged him. you gave him the signal he could move and he let his hips do all the work while he held you practically folded in half. he began a fast, brutal pace and he realized he wasn’t going to last too long like this. Your pussy was pulling him in and he was hitting so deep. you were screaming, crying as he hit your spongey g-spot and he knew you weren’t going to last long either. any thoughts he had before of making you wait were forgotten. he didn’t want to make you or himself wait for that.
he wasn’t even expecting it, but with on hard thrust and the tightening of your cunt around him, he came buckets into your little hole. he stilled and rubbed your clit as fast as he could, wanting to feel and see you cum on him. the idea of you cumming with him was too hot too. and just like that, you were calling out to him and arching your back as best you could. your legs crossed behind his head as your fluttering walls drank up all the cum. it was so much, so much pent up cum, that it came out from around the tight seal you two made where your bodies connected. it slid over your body and made you shudder.
he leaned down near the end of the high, pulled the cups of your babydoll down, and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples. the other pebbled up when it hit the air and he was as quick as could be to put his hand over it and start tweaking it. your moans didn’t stop with these ministrations and you were quaking under him, but you only encouraged him on. your hands wrapped around his head and pulled him in as he sucked and nipped at your flesh. and just from that contact alone, when he twisted your nipple, he had you cumming again just that fast.
he pulled out after you came down again, your pussy a wet, sloppy mess as his cum gushes out. he eased your legs down and squeezed your thighs as he moved them up to grab your hips. he turned you over and lifted your hips. even your ass if covered in his cum and he couldn’t help but get a little messy as he rubbed it into your skin before giving you a hard smack. the quivering your pussy does only entices him to bury himself into your hole again and started fucking you, which is exacly what he did.
he slipped in and let adjust to the new feeling as he hit a new depth. you’re on your arms, holding yourself up with heavy breathing and small moans. when he began his harsh pace again, you got louder and the tears didn’t seem to stop.
it didn’t hurt. It just felt too damn good. you couldn’t help but cry. you had never had a man make you feel this good. he was so big, he hit all the right spots with each thrust. even from a different angle, he hit everything so well. you had your head rested on your arms as he rocked your body from behind. your breasts swung and rubbed into the sheets so rapidly, but that felt like heaven too.
his hand came down on your ass again and you screamed out, dying down into a moan of pure pleasure. he continued to spank you as he drove his cock into your depths. your skin was red and hot and he would knead it after a few hits to soothe it. then he lightly set off his quick on the other cheek and you choked on a moan. he stopped, cock buried as he looked at the slight burn on your ass, then looked at you.
you were looking at him over your shoulder, cheeks wet and messy, eyes hazy and lustful. you shook you as into his hips to urge him on. “don’t stop now,” you whined. “do it again.”
with that, he brought his hand down on your ass with a light pop. the small explosion stung but you loved it. his hips continued to piston into you and the smack of his heavy balls into your clit was driving you to that orgasmic cliff once more.
Bakugo leant down and reached his hand around, grabbing your breast and pulling it. he groaned into your ear and as you came around him once more, suffocating his cock and pulling him in. “fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy. this pussy is so good.”
your makeup was messed up and you could feel it caking into your cheeks, but you didn’t care. you felt like a mess, so you might as well look like one. he fucked you through your third orgasm and it started to sting. your legs were getting weak and you were crying, but he nibbled your earlobe and tugged on your breast and it was the best feeling in the word. the road to overstimulation was straight and he was driving you down it hot and steady. “Ground… Ground Zero,” you huffed out.
“yeah, baby, you love my cock don’t you? you love how I fuck you like this?” he spoke gruffly, voice raspy. he was getting close to his end. he had to hold your whole body up when your legs and arms gave out, but he didn’t care. he was getting tired but he was still strong enough to hold himself up and hold you. “you’re a little slut for my cock, huh?”
you nodded, entire body rocking with his thrusts. You were hot and sticky with cum and sweat, but you were still enjoying yourself, even if your legs were shuddering with the overstimulation that was building you.
“fuck, I’m gonna cum again!” he nearly shouted and laid your chest into the mattress. he grabbed your hips and drove into you harder, making you cry. his orgasm came hard and fast just as you had your final one of the night. your walls quivered and you quaked under him, his chest pressing you into the sheets. he was stuffing your cunt again and you felt bloated with his cum, it leaking out of your full hole and down your red thighs.
he pulled out, panting hard as he turned you over and looked at you. your lacy babydoll was wrinkled and had some wet spots on it, your chest was red blotched and marked up with a few bite marks, your neck all the way up to your cheeks were flushed; you were sweaty and your hair was stuck to your face and neck and ever your shoulders, your cheeks streaked with black mascara; your legs still trembled and jumped, your thighs coating in his cum that lead all the way back to your messy, puffy pussy. he had wrecked you and you had enjoyed every moment of it. he had too.
before he could say anything to you, not that he really had anything to say, your smiling lips relaxed as your eyes fell closed. you were asleep with a tiny smile on your face and he couldn’t deny how cute that was. he covered you up with a blanket he found to keep you warm.
he rested on the bed, under the blanket with you. he felt sticky and warm, his cock, pelvis, and thighs covered in your mixed juices. he stared at your ceiling for a while before he was semi-recuperate. he got up and found his way to your bathroom, got himself cleaned up, then padded through out of the bathroom. he didn’t want to reenter your room yet, a jumpiness in his chest coming up just at the through of it. he walked around your place, which was a little messy but it was a kind of organized chaos he realized as he made his way around. he got himself a glass of water and looked at your school books on the table. so you weren’t lying about being a student. your camera sat to the side and he wondered if you had done anything with those pictures yet.
he eventually found his way back to your bedroom and started looking for his clothes. he found his shirt at the foot of your desk and bent over to pick it up, but stopped when he saw your notebook up and his hero name scrawled in there. he slid it over to him, expecting it to be some little essay about how you were in love with him, but was pleasantly surprised to find you were talking about his bust from that morning. it was in great detail and had praise for his skills. it wasn’t just some fan ranting about how amazing he was just because he was amazing. you had deep and critical thoughts about him and his career and the steps he took to further it. you weren’t just some crazy fangirl. you had rightfully earned your place to call yourself his number one fan not because you were crazy about him, but because you really believed in him.
he looked at you, still nude and a little chilly, and took in the soft expression on your face. you turned onto your side and your hand laid over the spor where he would be…
he dropped his clothes back into a pile on the floor and climbed into the bed again. He moved your hand and brought it onto his chest. your head found its place on his shoulder as you snuggled into him. it wouldn’t be so bad to stay the night and see you in the morning.