"𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏,
𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎."
- 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒
27.
!RATED M: Sexual Content!
The ride home was just the two of us laughing like crazy about... I don't even remember. There will be plenty of drunken ramblings on each-other's Instagram stories for us to decipher that in the morning.
We stumbled into the apartment.
Bakugou's Point of View
Everything is so hazy right now... fuck, I'm trashed.
"You know what I want right now?" Rei asked "Its the perfect time to do it too..."
Her drunk voice is too damn cute.
"What?"
I couldn't take my eyes off of her, its like we were always being pulled towards each other by a force neither of us could control... Our lips met in a soft, deep, sake flavored kiss—it distracted me all the way up until my back hit a wall.
"Rei...? Whats with that face? What the hell are you do—"
"Shh.." She hushed me into another kiss, pressing her body up against mine. It sent chills down my spine.
I held her and caressed her every curve. Her fingers ran through my hair, lightly tugging on it. She suddenly dropped to her knees and started awkwardly fumbling with my zipper.
"Eh? What—?!"
I felt her soft lips touch my manhood. That one kiss turned into two, then three. The warmth from her mouth was fucking euphoric.
But, wait... HEY!
"D-Dammit..." I growled "Taking advantage of me when I'm drunk... so you can... gah... be in control..."
"I just wanna take care of you." She whispered "So shut up, and let me."
I think I'm just surprised at her demanding control... I like it.
A little.
Fuck off.
The way she was looking up at me with those icy blue eyes as her kisses became sloppier and wetter was driving me insane. She slowly, tauntingly, took all of me into her mouth.
I inhaled sharply.
"Fuck..."
I felt myself hit the back of her throat. Her eyes lit up when she struggled to breathe, it made my mind go completely blank. I placed my hand on the back of her head and caressed her hair, gently guiding her up and down on me.
"Goddamn... ah... you've got some nerve... making me be submissive..."
The lewd sounds of her sucking and slurping on me only added to how amazing it felt. Every motion of her tongue, every slight movement of her head, I felt.
"Ah, mm..." I moaned
This is so embarrassing—she has me up against this wall moaning like I'm a damn girl.
...But it feels so good, my body won't let me hold it in. She's loving this.
"Mm... just like that—fuck!"
And she knows just how to please me. She knows what I want.
"I-Its so...intense. Dammit—I can't...!"
My hands started to glow as my quirk activated. I knew I was completely at her mercy, she had me in the palm of her hand.
Reiko's Point of View
Seeing Bakugou like that was unbelievably sexy—having him in this state. He was a chorus of moans, he could barely hold himself together as I pleasured him.
I was lost in a power trip as I watched him respond to my every action. Being drunk made me a little sloppy with my technique—but he sure didn't seem to mind. His cock twitched with agony inside of my mouth. I was so desperate for his taste, how smooth he feels against my tongue. My jaw was aching, but I was so addicted to him that I couldn't stop now. I needed to hear his voice more.
"GAH...! Oh..." He groaned "You're... really fucking... good at this..."
I looked up at his handsome face, his mouth hung open as he struggled to catch his breath between moans.
"Baby, if you don't slow down... I'm gonna...!"
His words only made me speed up...
"I can't take it anymore.." He panted "... fuck...!"
Bakugou let out a series of small moans and one gorgeous carnal growl as he came. I looked up at him as I drank it all down, not leaving one drop behind.
I pulled back and wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand.
"What...the hell... Rei?" He breathed "Dumbass... that was hot... but so damn embarrassing. I'm definitely gonna get you back..."
"Thats no way to thank someone who just—"
He cut me off by kissing me. The sounds of him steadying his breathing could've lulled me to sleep. I don't even know how the two of us were still standing. We were both drunk and exhausted.
"That was amazing." He whispered before kissing me sweetly once more "You're... fucking amazing. Okay? But I'm still gonna get you back for doing that—when you least expect it."
"So are you. And thats fine by me." I replied, lazily tracing his jawline with a finger
His expression was hard to read, even though it was one I recognized. His lips go adorably crooked, and his eyes get all shifty and uncertain. I grinned up at him, I couldn't help it. His constant struggle with liking me, but being unthinkably frustrated with the fact that he does, will never get old.
He hurriedly bent down and pulled up his boxers.
"Urghhh." He growled through clenched teeth "Come on."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of the back hallway.
"Bakugouuu...Where are we going?" I groaned "We need to sleep. Everything is still so wobbly..."
"I know, but I wanna show you something."
I seriously forget how big this penthouse is sometimes until I'm actually required to walk through it.
Once we reached the dead end of a connecting hallway, he stopped.
"Uh... is this the part where you kill me?" I asked
"Shut up!" He chuckled "Just wait."
I watched in confusion as he placed his palm on the wall and activated his quirk. A moment later, something happened that completely took me by surprise. A bright blue glow in the outline shape of a door slowly appeared in the wall.
Seriously?
A secret door?
He has a secret door. Of course he does.
Is he sure HE isn't the villain?
"I wanted to show you this sooner, but—"
"Specific temperature recognized: 426.9 degrees Farenheit. Welcome, Bakugou."
I leapt backwards, startled by the Alexa-like voice that spoke with seemingly no origin.
"WILL YOU RELAX, DUMBASS?!"
"Kacchan, are you sure you're not about to kill me? Because I've got to say—a hidden door is pretty murder-y."
"WILL YOU SHUT IT BEFORE I ACTUALLY KILL YOU?!"
The door lifted in a slow, smooth motion, revealing a large room where the main feature was very obvious—music.
"Woooah..." I marveled
He had 3 different drum sets and a bright orange bass guitar. The room itself appeared to glow. The walls were painted black, but they were covered in those colorful black light posters of different musicians and bands.
I laughed to myself.
Another unexpected layer of Kacchan—revealed.
"Like I was saying, I wanted to show you this before, but... I don't know." He mumbled
"I would've never imagined this side of you existed..." I replied, dreamily "Do you play these?"
He sat down behind one of the drum sets, an all black one.
"REI—DO YOU THINK I WOULD HAVE ALL OF THESE DAMN DRUMS IF I DIDN'T PLAY THEM?!"
"Then stop yelling at me, shut up and play them!"
He gave me one good scowl before he tapped his drumsticks together 3 times.
Let me just tell you, he plays the hell out of those drums. The sound, the tempo, everything is perfect. I was completely in shock... for several reasons—including the fact that seeing him play was extremely sexy.
"Hmph. Impressed?" He asked smugly
I sat there in complete awe of him. Its so fitting for his personality that he plays the drums, but it doesn't make it any less surprising somehow.
I clapped my hands excitedly.
"I'm just so—I-I don't even know what to say... You're so good! How long have you been playing?"
"Years. Since I was a kid. The old hag made me take music lessons to help me 'channel my anger', whatever the fuck that means."
I still wonder, is he really unaware of the fact that he has anger issues? Also, I still wish he'd stop referring to his mom as an old hag.
"I don't, uh—I don't really show people this side of me a lot..." He continued awkwardly "Only to people I trust. So..."
My heart...
"...That means a lot, Kacchan. Thank you for showing me. Does this mean I can ask you to play for me whenever I want now?"
He rolled his eyes.
"If it'll make you happy, I guess." He muttered
