Ooouuu you want requests?! How about a super heated make out session with Bakugo?!
Your boyfriend wasn’t supposed to come over. At least, you didn’t know he was. Bakugou stormed into your dorm, making you almost jump off the tiny bed you’d been seated on. “Bad day?” You asked as you got over the initial shock.
“Of fucking course,” He grunted back, sitting next to you and letting out a deep sigh. Your eyebrows furrowed, knowing school or training had probably just been especially stressful that day, but you never liked seeing him in such a mood.
“Well, do you wanna... Talk about it?” You inquire, wanting to make the blonde feel better but not very sure on how to do it. He lifted his head before looking at you, red irises almost hazy. “Later,” He confirmed. “Can I kiss you?” He asked after a small pause. You smiled and nodded, scooting closer to him before wrapping your hands around his neck.
“You know you don’t have to ask.” You whispered next to his ear, feeling triumphant when he shivered against you. “Fuck.” He groaned, resting his hands on your hips with a tight grip before sealing his mouth over yours.
You always loved how warm he was. He was so comforting to be around but he also felt sort of dangerous at time, giving you the perfect thrill. Bakugou licked at your lips, enjoying the way you two fit together like puzzle pieces. You two broke away from each other to breathe before his grip tightened even more as he pulled you to sit in you lap, immediately attaching his lips to the supple skin of his neck.
“Ah, Bakugou,” You sighed, hands coming to wrap themselves in his hair, no doubt making it even messier. He only rubbed his hand over the small of your back as a response, sucking on your skin that would soon turn into small marks that would decorate you. Any other time you would care, telling him to stop, that people would see them, but you couldn’t help but lean more into his touch as he continued.
“Mine. You’re mine, Y/N, and when I’m done all those shitheads will know it,” Bakugou said, voice muffles as he barely took his mouth away from you to utter the words. For a second you wondered if you were the source of stress. Sure, Bakugou could be jealous and even a bit possessive, but he always knew you belonged to him just as much as he belonged to you.
“Yes,” You whimpered, stroking his neck. “I’m yours, Katsuki.” You continued, pulling him off your neck with little refusal as you attached your lips to his once more. It was messy, any other time you would hear the noises coming from the two of you and immediately cringe, but for some reason it only spurred you on farther.
“Fuck, I love you,” Bakugou said as he pulled away once more. You smiled down at him from your place on his lap, pecking his forehead, to which he narrowed his eyes at. “I love you, too.”
