guilty
bakumomo - rated m
chapter one | chapter 2 | ao3
chapter 3
He’s never been more fucked in his life and he’s not even sure in what sense. Literally, figuratively or perhaps both.
Bakugou doesn’t realize that his hands have idly been tracing patterns on Yaoyorozu’s back until she sighs in contentment. She returns the gesture by running her hands along his sides in a soothing motion as best as she can from her position. She’s still draped over him from when she collapsed after she fucked herself limbless on his cock and he’s still debating if this is some fantasy he’ll be waking up from remembering how they landed on her bed.
It had started in the kitchen. He doesn’t remember who moved first but it ended up with him eating her out on the counter. They somehow migrated to her couch where he tried to give her an out trying to be a fucking gentleman for once instead of taking her against the wall. She rode his thigh until he felt her wetness seep through the dress pants he was still in from the night before all the while confirming very clearly that she was not opposed to the wall, not in the slightest.
So to the wall they went and he finally entered her, from behind no less. He fucked her so hard that she struggled to stay on her toes trying to meet his thrusts. Not even in battle did he feel such a desperate frenzy.
It slowed down when they made it to her bed. Be it the adrenaline rush coming to its end or the intimacy associated with the bedroom, he gave her a gentleness even he couldn’t explain. He let her take the wheel and sat back for the ride until she was practically begging him to come with her. And he did, clutching her thighs with such force he was certain they’d be bruised for days. Good. He saw nothing but blinding whiteness as his senses left him only coming to when she collapsed on top of him.
He’d let his mind wander, not used to dealing with the after math of having sex with a childhood…acquaintance? They weren’t friends, not really. She probably would call them friends. But everyone was her friend, everyone had wanted to be her friend. No, all of his sexual encounters had been to the point and over, no lingering, no cuddling. He’d always been clear when looking for a lay and yet here he was, basking in a post coital haze.
“You are thinking entirely too loudly, one would argue that is my role.” His hand freezes over her spine and he feels his mind start to overload trying to come up with the best course of action.
“Seriously, I’m starting to smell burning rubber. I think one fire scare is enough.” Yaoyorozu teases again, this time pinching his side causing him to scoff.
“There he is.” She snickers, pinching his other side. He answers with a snarled “Quit it!” Before he can stop, he smacks her ass in retaliation and his eyes widen momentarily at her reaction. Yaoyorozu let out something of a surprised yelp crossed with the many sounds of delight he’s committed to memory from just an hour or so prior. She makes an effort to hide her face but he can feel her heartbeat quickening from her position on top of him.
“I would have never pegged you to be this kinky, Yaoyorozu.” He smirks as his hand soothes the cheek he struck feeling her breath catch by his neck. “Some would say its my role, being this insatiable.”
“I can’t say this is a norm for me.” Her response is breathless as he resumes gliding up and down her spine.
“Ah, so you don’t seduce men into your bed on a regular. Good to know.” Despite his teasing, some ridiculous part of him is relieved. Relieved she doesn’t do this often, that he’s not just a scratch on her bed post. The twisted irony, like he has the right to know her sexual history. She’s her own person, so is he.
“I don’t! This really was not my intention either.” She huffs and its unfair really, how she can look so innocent with his come still dripping from between her thighs. And maybe he does know her better than what he had originally thought. Maybe he did pay attention to her in school to know what she’s trying to say without speaking, what she’s trying to get him to ask.
“What was this?” What is this? Is it something? Is it nothing? What am I?
Her eyes meet his and there’s an intensity that he cannot explain. He understands why so many people fawn over her. He might have persuaded to jump off a cliff for her. Might have…
“A chance.” She finally says after she’s done soul searching him as well. “A shot in the dark.”
“Did you make the shot?”
The corner of her lip twitches as she leans closer to him until she’s a breath away.
“You tell me.”
And suddenly he’s breathless, he doesn’t know what to say.. doesn’t know what to do. So his hand moves to the back of her head tangled in her hair to hold her in place as he slowly leans up to kiss her. This feels right. Her lips on his, her body pressed on his, her heartbeat against his. Her and him. He should really be concerned, its only been one day and he feels like a fucking addict.
Yaoyorozu mewls as she pulls away with that damned flushed look on her face, but it’s the brightness of her eyes that catches his attention this time.
“We should get cleaned up and maybe find something to eat.” She mutters as she looks at the clock on her night stand.
“Worked up an appetite , did you?” He snorts and she nips his throat and whispers “something like that” before pulling away and out of the bed completely.
“As long as we order out, I don’t trust you in the kitchen.” He retorts as he lounges on her bed enjoying the view of her puttering around her room naked as she gathers some clothes. It feels so domestic he wants to puke.
She pouts. “I’m not that bad.” “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
“I am going to take a shower.” It comes out as a question. The question being ‘are you joining me?’. Only an absolute moron would say no.
He doesn’t miss the way her eyes track his movement tracing the lines of his body. “I’m going to need a change of clothes, somebody ruined my pants.”
She turns to avoid his smirk and begins to walk towards the bathroom while he trails behind her shamelessly staring at her backside. They don’t fool around in the shower, but its so intimate that it make him want to explode. He’s never been on the receiving end of someone so attentive. He has never let himself be.
She finds him something to wear as apparently she’s still somewhat of a mother hen and has had countless friends crash at her house under her care. He waits for some shitty feeling to pop out like jealousy, possessiveness or even resentment at the multiple people in her life but it doesn’t. She doesn’t owe him anything and yet she chose him.
They eat and fall asleep on the couch but it eventually gets late. He’s too proud to admit that he doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want the spell to be broken, the awkwardness to set in from the outside world.
He makes himself change back into his own clothes and lingers by the door after she scurries off to do something asking him to wait for her. The rolling in his gut has him considering running out the damn door. He’s not used to this shit.
But then she steps out dressed casually with a backpack on her shoulder with a brilliant smile on her face. “I’m ready.”
“What?”
She shakes her head at his confusion and takes his hand. “I was serious about taking my shot. You’ll tell me if I’m being too forward?”
Yaoyorozu bites her lip in nervousness as she studies his face waiting for him. To do something. To say anything.
“This shit is new to me.” He answers honestly but slowly intertwines their fingers together. ‘But I’ll try.’
She nods in understanding, a relieved look on her face as she squeezes her hand. “Let’s go.”
A/N: Better late than never. School and work threw me through a loop, but I was determined to finish this this month unlike my other pending fics. Poor things. Did change the rating, just in case. I don't understand the difference between M and Explicit yet. Hopefully it doesn’t seem too rushed. I like the idea of Bakugou struggling with the concept of feeling affection, or maybe I’m just projecting. Anywho, thank you for reading!