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not edited, mdni, almost nsfw, the word cock || 515 words
bakugou glances up from his book when you roll slowly onto your back, stretching in the sun like a cat. the duvet under you shifts and moves with you, he brings his foot closer to himself so you have more room. your eyes squeezed shut, hands tightly wound in fists, toes curling in your socks. he adjusts his boxers when you let a little squeak out at the peak of your stretch, eyes back on the pages. pushing his glasses up, he flicks to the next page.
not a minute later he feels your hand on his calf, tracing the muscle through his sweatpants. bakugou clears his throat, your figure mostly covered by his book except for your arm thrown over your head and your feet dangling off of the bed.
he stares at the word at the top of the page when your touch creeps up to his knee. the warmth of your hand feels so much hotter than the sun glaring at him through the window. the page becomes blurry when he focuses on the small circles you’re leaving on his leg, bakugou blinks the sentences back into existence. he can only see one word.
need
need
need
ne-
“baby,” you breathe, deft fingers creeping over the top of his book. you only bring it down enough for your gazes to meet. he stares at the sun swirling around your eyes, the slow growing of your pupils as you stare at him. bakugou feels warmth swirl up his spine, and he knows he’s been caught in your gaze. you haven’t even said anything yet and he’s trapped, mind marooned in the honey sea of you.
his fingers grip tighter around the book when the corners of your eyes crinkle, knowing exactly which smile you’re wearing right now.
your hand trails over to his, rubbing his fingers idly and keeping eye contact with him, “do you wanna?” you say when running your knuckles against his.
a hum crawls through the caverns in his chest, echoing through his head, feeling far away and close. “hmm?”
you laugh and put your middle finger in the groove of his book, gradually closing it, bakugou closing it with you. you glance at the book before you put it down next to him. “268.” you whisper and tap the side of his nose as you move closer to him, “remember that.”
“what?” he mutters back, staring into your eyes when your noses are touching. hands starting at your shoulders and massaging their way down to your hips, pulling you closer.
bakugou watches you bite your lip to not laugh, a glance towards his book is the only answer. he’s about to ask what you’re thinking about when you lightly pinch the side of his neck.
“m fuckin’ horny katsuki.”
your hands resting on his collarbones, he stares at you for a moment before flaring his nostrils, it’s his turn to laugh. a chuckle rumbles his chest, vibrating against your elbows.
“good,” his hands reach down to your ass, squeezing and bringing you right above his hardening cock, grinning when you laugh, “-me, too.”
