➸ Bakugou and you lay down on his bed after work and just as you were going to fall asleep Bakugou spoke, "Sweetheart, I need to show you something."

You notice his gentle voice and look at him, "Yeah?"

"I can't even say it out loud, follow me." he mutters and stand up with you following he stops in front of a door and freezes. "Don't get mad.."

"Are you a camboy?" you joke but when he doesn't laugh or show any emotion you grab his arm, "Even if you are.. I would support you too."

"What? No I'm not a camboy." he grabs your hand, "Close your eyes." You do as he says and allow him to lead you into the room. It stakes a few seconds before he tells you to open them.

Your lips let out a gasp when seeing the large canvases that were beautifully detailed portraits, "A-are these.. me?" you whisper, getting closer to admire them. There were of you wrapped in his sheets, his hands on your body and one of just you smiling. "Bakugou.. these are beautiful.. why would you spend the time and talent on me?"

Bakugou has a frown on his face when pulling to you him, "You were so captivating... I couldn't get you out of my mind and that.. pissed me off." he confesses in a low voice that makes a blush rise to your cheeks. 

You let out a small laugh and kiss his lips once, "I would say I'm sorry but.. I'm not." you smile at him and he rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure you're not." his hand caresses your cheek, "I wouldn't want you to be.."

"What are you going to do with all of these?" you look back at them and then face Bakugou again.

"Nothing, they're for me." he shrugs, "I'm actually working on another one but it's not finished so you'll just have to wait." he begins to walk out but you try to pull him back.

You have a small pout on your face when he lifts you up and places you down on the kitchen counter, "Not fair."

"Don't be sad, I'll show you when it's finished." he promises and looks inside his fridge, "Do you want something specific?"

"No.." you trail off, "How about we make something.. together." you laugh and hop off the counter to look for ingredients.

"Whatever you want sweetheart."

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"It was so good Bakugou!" you lean over to kiss his lips, "You're a good cook." you praise again before putting all the dishes in the sink.

"It was alright." he shrugs and watches you begin to put your shoes on, "What are you doing?"

When you raise your hands to stretch Bakugou wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up again, "I was just going home to nap for a little bit." you let out a yawn and lean your head onto his shoulder.

"Nap here." he says while laying you down and taking off your shoes again, "Do you want a different shirt?"

You sit up and nod as you take off your clothes to put on his oversized shirt, "Thanks." you smile and lay back down. Bakugou rubs your head and you fight sleep for a few more seconds to tell him something. "W-wake me up in two hours."

He kisses your forehead and adores the way you unconsciously snuggle more into his blankets, "I love you sweetheart."

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You get ready to go back to your place after waking up and Bakugou walks you to your door, "I'll see you tomorrow, before the party."

He nods and kisses the back of your hand, "Come back over tonight."

"To sleep over?" you tease while leaning on your door.

"Never mind—"

"No, no. You can't take it back." you jump into his arms and kiss all over his red face, "I'll see you later baby."

Bakugou smiles a little into your shoulder at the name and kisses the spot gently, "Later sweetheart."

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You tried on different lingeries and decide on lavender with Bakugou's large button up shirt covering your body.

You let out a deep breath when you hear a small knock on your door, "Cece." you breathe out when she gives you a friendly smile but her eyes take in your easy access outfit. Cecelia wore a pretty little dress with thigh high socks and doc's.

"y/n.." you grab her hand and she when in your apartment she pushes you back onto the couch, your hands stay by your side when Cecelia straddles your lap and tilts your head up, "Are you nervous?" she asks in a whisper.

You nod slowly as you've never been with a girl but she could understand, "A little."

Her fingers start unbuttoning your shirt slowly and traces your breasts with a gentle finger, circling your nipple through the thin lace, "It's ok.. I'm a gentle lover—"

"unless you like it rough."

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