Another M rated chapter that kind of happened by accident. Really sorry!

Maybe some OOC Bakugo here? Idk, a girl can dream though, can't she? I'm just a simp for soft Bakugo urgh

"Here I am! Greeting you all, much like Jesus did."

"You're fucking late, that's what you are. Fucking late for your own class. How can you be late in your own damn house?" Bakugo stood up from where he had been stretching on one of the mats in Sunny's gym. It was Tuesday, training day or whatever Sunny was calling it now. He, Kirishima, stupid Deku and Ochaco had all followed Sunny home from school. It had taken longer than necessary as well because of course, everything took longer than necessary with Sunny. No one over the age of six should go out of their way to feed ducks everyday.

When she'd finally got them home, she led them into the gym and then promptly disappeared for nearly an hour.

"Don't tell me what I am," Sunny scoffed, flipping her water bottle in the air as she paraded into the gym, I was getting water, you human skid mark."

Bakugo continued to argue back, trailing behind her like some sort of angry sheep, "It took you fifty-minutes to get water?" He then snatched Sunny's pink, metal bottle out the air when she swung it again, "Oi, Shitty-hair, take a swig of this. I guarantee it's not water."

"Dude, don't drag me into this." Kirishima stood back from the punching bag, offering up his palms in a sign of peace.

Bakugo ignored him, unscrewing the bottle, "If this is coffee, I swear to God..." He took a swig and instantly grimaced, "It's fucking coffee." He gagged around the overly sugared beverage. He liked his coffee strong and black, she however liked hers milky and full of sugar. "You've got to be shitting me, this is vile."

Sunny pouted, snatching her drink back, "I wouldn't shit you, you're my favourite turd. Besides, I like my coffee how I like my men..." She then reached forward and trailed a soft finger down Bakugo's face, "Ground up and silent. Now, get away from me, you're all sweaty."

Sunny easily dodge Bakugo when he swung for her, and she cackled gleefully all the way to the mirrored wall on the far side of the gym.

She promptly dropped her bottle and turned, clapping her hands together, "Shall we begin with a warm-up?"

"We're already pretty warmed up," Midoriya called, moving forward towards Sunny with the rest of them. Eventually, they all stood in a small cluster before her and watched her closely as she hopped from one leg to the other.

"See?" Bakugo barked, "Even shitty Deku thinks you took too long."

Immediately Midoriya went pink, "That's not what I said, I-"

"Shut up and get behind me!" Bakugo grabbed Midoriya by the back of his tee and yanked him so harshly backwards the young man gagged around his collar.

"Suki!" Sunny scolded, bounding forward. She grabbed Bakugo's arm, pulling him to the other side of Kirishima and away from Izuku. She then gripped Uraraka by the shoulders gently and steered her, so they were all in a straight line.

Sunny then stepped back, clapping her hands confidently again and admiring her handiwork, "You all look beautiful. Now, if you're all so stretched and warmed up: touch your toes!"

She reached down and not only smacked her palms flat against the floor either side of her feet, but she also tilted her head back up to look at them, grinning broadly.

Slowly, the small group followed suit. Both Ochaco and Katsuki came the closest, with Uraraka bending her fingers the furthest towards the ground. Midoriya was just able to push the tips of his fingers into the rubbery floor, whereas Kirishima was stuck at a ninety-degree angle, nowhere near.

"Oh, babes. Don't worry, Kiri, by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be doing the splits."

Kirishima promptly paled, "That's what I'm worried about..."

Bakugo scoffed.

"Warm-up time!" Sunny ignored them both, flying her hands into the air, "This will get you going, for sure!"

The next forty minutes that followed were pure torture. Uraraka was the first one to fall, literally and flat on her face.

"This... This is a warmup?" She croaked out from the floor; her arms shook as she tried to heave herself up.

Kirishima rested his hands on his knees, wheezing as he spoke, "Seriously, Sunny, are we done? This can't be a warmup anymore?"

Sunny bounced up from a burpee and cocked her head, "What? You guys aren't tired already, are you?"

Bakugo straightened up and rolled his shoulders, "Fuck no." He actually struggled to get the words out, but there was no way he was going to be the next one to flop out. Especially when Midoriya didn't look all that wrecked. He was red in the face and puffing away like the rest of them, sure, but while he was still standing Bakugo had to keep going.

Sunny hadn't even dropped a sweat.

"S-Sunny," Midoriya piped up, "Don't you have weak stamina? I thought you said your stamina was pretty low?"

Sunny just shrugged, "I do have bad stamina," She then laughed, "But obviously not as bad as all of yours! And besides, I can neither confirm nor deny I snuck in a cheeky nap when we got home."

"You little-" Bakugo began, but Midoriya cut him off.

"Oh! So, your stamina and energy are directly linked to how much rest you get? That's interesting."

"Erm, isn't everyone's?" Kirishima's legs had started to shake from all the squats. At least they now knew where Sunny's killer buns came from.

"Well, no. Our muscles get tired from being over-worked, but it sounds like Sunny's get tired when she does. As long as she's got the energy, she can keep going. Does that sound right, Sunny?"

That did make sense. And it made sense as to why sometimes she would just conk out in class unexpectedly. She would be fine one minute, but then the next she'd be snoozing away. It seemed that she could literally keep going at 100% until her energy hit zero, and then she'd need to sleep. There was no steady depletion, it was rapid, and she couldn't momentarily rest to restore herself.

She wasn't designed for long-hauls, she was a sprinter.

"Maybe," She shrugged, "I don't know. I don't pay that much attention. I do stuff until I get tired and then I nap. No biggie, right?"

Bakugo couldn't work out whether or not she was at an advantage to that. It seemed good that she didn't tire in the same way the rest of them did, but once she did, she was lethargic and sluggish until she'd slept. She had bursts of relentless energy where she was near unstoppable, but around those, she was pretty useless. Her performance was directly dictated by her energy levels in extreme ways. She had to sleep way more than anyone else just to function, but when she did function she was invincible.

"Anyway!" Sunny began again loudly, making everyone jump from their thoughts. She raised her hands up above her head, "As all you horrible lot are already tired, shall we begin?"

She was grinning brightly again when everyone nodded. Midoriya helped Uraraka up off the floor; she swayed for a few moments, but righted herself quickly, looking determined and ready to go again.

"Alright! Lesson number one is balance!" Sunny promptly raised her left leg, holding it stretched out straight to her side, so her legs were at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

Bakugo scoffed, "Is that it?"

"Don't laugh just yet, tits." Sunny's eyes were sparkling. She was completely still as she held her leg up, and slowly she began to raise it higher, almost ticking like a clock hand. All the while the rest of her body stayed completely still.

She made it look easy.

And fuck. It was not easy.

Kirishima was the first on his face this time. Lifting his leg up and tipping straight over nearly immediately.

Midoriya could only manage to hold his leg up with the sole of his foot pressed against his knee like some sort of demented flamingo, wobbling like Bambi on ice. Uraraka was the best; she stood on one leg, her foot floating in the air a foot or two from the ground with minor wobbling.

"Fuck!" Bakugo cursed for the millionth time, staggering on his feet having just dropped his foot yet again.

Sunny was watching him struggle with a shit-eating grin.

"What's wrong, Suki?" She trilled, "I thought you said it was easy?" She still had her leg straight up in the air, her toes pointed towards the ceiling. Every so often she would rock her grounded foot onto the tips of her toes just to show off.

"You look like a fucking circus freak." He told her, referring to her unnatural body position.

She grinned gleefully, "I know you are, but what am I?"

Bakugo began to rage, but was quickly cut off by Izuku, "I can't help but wonder, Sunny, how will this help in combat?"

Sunny's intense gaze rounded on him, but he didn't get a verbal response. Instead, in one swift motion, Sunny dropped her leg and pounced at him. She wasn't particularly quick about it, but she made her point loud and clear when she slid her foot under Midoriya's wobbling, grounded foot. He instantly toppled over.

"Just think," She pondered slowly, tapping the corner of her lip, "If you had better balance, you could have easily caught yourself."

Izuku's face slowly glazed over as he remained on the floor for a few minutes longer. It was obviously dawning on him. Balance was so important. With better balance, he could catch himself better, bounce back from attacks better. He wouldn't be scrambling around on his feet as much, and when it came to combat, his moves could be more fluid and powerful.

"Fucking idiot, didn't you realise that?" Bakugo spat towards Izuku as he finally picked himself up from the floor, a new look of determination on his freckled face.

"Shut up, man," Kirishima scoffed, "You didn't realise that either."

"Also, Sunny," Ochaco piped up for the first time in ages, she'd been so busy concentrating, maybe more so than the others who had just turned it into a stupid competition, "What's going on with your toes?"

Sunny was barefoot, and everyone looked down to stare at her feet.

Immediately, Bakugo smacked a hand over his mouth and roared with laughter.

Kirishima and Midoriya weren't much better, snickering behind their hands.

"What's wrong with my toes?" Sunny promptly grabbed one of her feet and pulled it up to her face.

"W-Why are they so-so sm-small?!" Izuku wheezed, losing composure a little bit. Bakugo was almost crying at the sight of those stumpy little pink things.

"They-they're like fucking beans!" He finally cried out, honking ungraciously and doubling over.

Ochaco started howling then too, pointing at Sunny's toes, "Beans! Like little beans! They're so cute, Suga!"

Sunny looked really cross as she glared at her friends, "Stop making fun of them, I can't help that my toes are short."

"Those are not short, S-Sunny, those are literally like pink peas stuck to the ends of your feet!"

More laughing followed, and Sunny stomped her foot.

Bakugo immediately raised his hands, "Don't get too wound up, your peas might pop off!"

More laughter, "Yeah! S-She might pea on the floor!" Even more laughter.

Sunny glared down at her feet and wiggled her weird toes. She hadn't even noticed them before, but now she had… They really were funny looking.

After everyone had calmed down, Sunny had made them stand on the other leg for even longer as some sort of punishment.

It was exhausting, actually, standing on one leg. By the end of it, their legs and feet were in agony, and even their stomachs felt like they'd been punched from the core tension.

"Wanna stay for dinner?" Sunny came sauntering up behind Bakugo just as he pulled a hoodie over his head. He ended up catching her in it too as she wrapped herself around him at the wrong time.

"I thought I already was," He replied, bonking her on the head as she shimmied from his back to his front, still under his jumper, "Oi, get out of there – Ah!"

She bit his nipple through his vest which earned her an even heftier bonk on the head and she quickly retreated, reappearing on the outside of his jumper with all her wild hair flying about all over the place. She left her hands up his hoodie though, cupping and squeezing at his pecks playfully.

"Do you fancy chicken?"

"I fancy you."

"Oh, stop, you'll make me blush." Sunny dropped her hands from manhandling his chest, "I'll go put it in."

Bakugo watched Sunny walk away, he hadn't even realised he was doing so until Ochaco's high-pitched know-it-all voice wafted towards him from where she was putting on her shoes with the others by the door.

"Awh! Bakugo! I didn't realise how cute you could be!"

"Hah? The fuck you just say, round-face?"

"Well," Kirishima sighed, straightening up, "That was short-lived."

"You got something you want to say too, shitty-hair?"

"Stop picking fights, Suki!" Sunny called from the kitchen, "That's not very cash-money of you."

"The phrase is plus ultra, Sunny, not cash-money," Midoriya sighed.

"I prefer cash-money," As if to make some sort of point, she looked Midoriya dead in the eye and shoved her fist right up the raw chicken's backside.

It made a god-awful squelching and then sucking noise as she pulled her fist out that made them all cringe. She looked far too pleased with herself.

"Do that again and I'll fucking kill you," Bakugo warned her, moving towards where the others were loitering by the door to grab his phone out his bag. He'd dropped it there when he first walked in.

"Kill me with love?" She coaxed from across the room. She looked as though she was readying her fist for another penetration.

"Kill you with my damn hands around your throat, fleabag."

"Ooh, are we flirting or fighting?"

"I'm literally about to strangle you."

"Yeah, I'm still unsure." Sunny's eyes were twinkling devilishly, and Bakugo very nearly bit back. But he didn't, he didn't want to. Instead, he just let out a loud 'tsk' noise and dropped his attention back to rooting around in his bag for his phone.

A heavy hand thumping on his shoulder grabbed his attention, and he rounded his eyes on Kirishima. The dumb redhead was smiling at him strangely.

"Hey, man," He spoke lowly, using his indoor for once, "I'm really happy for you."

"Hah?" Bakugo scowled back at him, instantly annoyed by the dopy look the redhead was giving him.

Kirishima withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck with it, "You and Sunny, dude. You seem really happy with her. I'm glad you've overcome your differences and that. I thought you were going to compete with her forever."

Bakugo huffed loudly, finally pulling his phone out and dropping his attention to the series of angry texts from his mother. He absentmindedly muttered out, not really thinking about his words as he did so, "You can't compete when you don't compare."

He glanced over towards Sunny as she hopped around the kitchen. Ochaco and Izuku had gone over to join her, obviously for one last natter before they left. He found himself having to bite back a smile watching her with that stupid face and silly hair. Those stupid ears and that silly tail pissed him off too. Although, they didn't actually piss him off. Not one bit, not even close.

Once everyone left, Sunny noticed Bakugo hovering still by the front door, intently staring at something on his phone.

"What are you doing?" She called over to him, washing her hands in the sink.

"Hah?" He glanced up at her, obviously suddenly noticing where he was standing, and slowly he came towards her, "Reading something."

"I didn't know you could read," She teased.

"Shut it," He grumbled, coming to slide onto one of the kitchen islands stools.

"What is it?" Sunny's interest peeked the longer his attention was taken.

Wordlessly, Bakugo dropped his phone on the countertop and span in towards her. Sunny leaned in, squinting a little, but eventually, she gave up.

"Awh, what pretty symbols. Is it a picture? Did you draw it?"

"It's fucking text, you absolute-" Bakugo abruptly stopped himself. He took a deep breath and tried again, "It's a message someone posted on one of your fan pages."

Sunny's eyes bugged out, "One of my fan pages? How many do I have?"

"A lot. I don't follow all of them."

"You follow them?!" Sunny looked far too happy about that, and she hooted a know-it-all laugh. Bakugo reframed from leaping over the counter and throttling her.

"Shut it, some of them were from before I met you." As soon as he'd said the words he knew they were a massive mistake. Sunny threw her head back and howled loudly, "Fuck off you shit stain! I'm a supportive boyfriend, fuck you!"

"Suki!" She grinned, bouncing forward to flatten herself against the counter. She reached towards him with pinching hands, but bitterly he pulled himself away, "Were you a little fanboy for me?"

"Fuck off."

"You were!" She squealed in delight, "You luuuuurved me."

"Shut it, I barely tolerate you as it is, so pack it in, fucker."

Sunny continued to wiggle until eventually, she had shimmied across the countertop, looping her arms around a very grumpy Bakugo's neck and pulling herself up so they were nearly nose to nose. She could literally see his eyes becoming more and more bloodshot by the second as he tried to restrain his rage.

"You luuuuuurve me~" She chimed again, giggling even further when Bakugo began to struggle against her vice-like grip, gritting those lovely white teeth and snapping them at her, "Katsuki Bakugo luuuuurves me, he wants to maaaarry me, he wants to have my baaaaabies!"

"That's not how biology works you fucking creep."

"What?"

"You'd be the one having my babies, you moron."

Sunny's face split into another shit-eating grin, her eyes practically disappearing behind her round cheeks, "So, you admit it?"

"Hah?"

"You want to have babies with me."

Bakugo promptly stood up, letting Sunny flop to the floor with a 'thump'.

"I'll fucking kill you."

"Oh, hush, Suki." Sunny scrambled to her feet, still grinning. She reached up to tighten her arms once again around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes to snuggle her nose against his. "Don't be mad because you've gone a little soft." She trailed a few, feather-light kisses from the corner of his downturned lips, fluttering them up and along his soft cheek.

His red eyes swung at her then from previously glaring at the wall in front of him, but he still held his less-than-impressed grump face. He made a point to keep his hands shoved low into his jogger pockets, although his fingers were twitching to touch her.

She was wearing a baggy tee and some cycling shorts, and it was taking all his willpower not to yank that top over her head and shove his face into her chest. He knew she was wearing a pink sports bra under there, and he knew her breasts were pushed to near popping point. When she had bent down to do burpees, he'd made sure to time himself with her so that every time she dipped, her collar hung just enough for him to see straight down her top.

It was damn good motivation.

"Yeah? You think I'm soft?"

"I blame myself," Sunny dramatically raised her hand to her forehead, leaning back from Bakugo in a theatrical flop, "It's just such a heavy burden."

Bakugo grabbed Sunny's wrist, yanking her hand away from her forehead and straight down the front of his joggers. Immediately her eyes popped a little and her smug smirk faltered before curling devilishly.

He leaned into her, pressing their foreheads together and glowering down at her heatedly. He licked his lips, "Still think I'm fucking soft, hah, bitch?"

He squeezed his hand around Sunny's, forcing her to grip his steadily growing erection.

"Oof," Sunny's pumpkin eyes sparkled like Christmas lights, and she gave him a few gentle squeezes of her own. Bakugo dropped his forehead against her shoulder, groaning loudly before tilting his head to bite at her cheek.

"Get on your fucking knees," He demanded with a growl.

Sunny huffed and immediately withdrew her hand, much to Bakugo's annoyance. He went to bark out a complaint but she beat him to the punch with her quick tongue.

"I told you yesterday I wasn't going to suck you off again," She folded her arms across her chest and turned her nose away from him, "Plus, you're all sweaty, now why would I want your love-sausage in my mouth when you've just done a work out?"

Bakugo chose to ignore the fact she'd just called his cock a love-sausage, but he still couldn't help but stare at her a little crestfallen.

He let out a noise of heartbreak, "Ehuh?"

"Yeah, you thought I was joking, didn't you, tits." Sunny reached up and flicked his nose, "On ya bike, mister."

"You're not fucking serious."

"I fucking am," She scoffed, "No blowies ever again."

Bakugo stared at her, eyeing her up, "I don't believe you."

"Not my problem," She shrugged.

Bakugo opened and shut his mouth a few times like a fish out of water.

Sunny continued, "Plus, I thought you said you weren't going to need a wank for at least a week."

"I meant wank myself off, you fleabag, you doing it doesn't count."

"Really? Calling me fleabag at a time like this?" Sunny shook her head with a dramatic sigh and a loud tut, "Maybe if you asked me nicely—"

"Please." Bakugo almost swallowed his own tongue from how quickly he'd spoken, and from the look on Sunny's face, she wasn't expecting such a quick response either. But he now had a raging hard on and it was becoming painfully right in his boxers. "Please…" He said again, stepping towards her and pulling her body against his. He wrapped his arms around her waist, sliding one further up her back while the other drew gentle circles over her tee. He dipped his head, pecking soft kisses across her neck.

Sunny hummed in approval, letting her head flop back to give Bakugo better access as his pecks became hungrier at each touch.

"Maybe," She sighed blissfully, resting her hands on his thick biceps and giving them a cheeky squeeze, "Maybe if you're extra nice to me…"

"My kitten…" Bakugo dragged his tongue from her collar bone to her jaw, opening his eyes at just the right time to see hers roll into the back of her head. Both his hands dipped, slipping beneath her top and straight down the elastic band of her cycling shorts. He took a greedy handful of her arse in each hand and hummed loudly against her neck.

"Maybe, if you beg…" Sunny's eyes sparkled as she watched Bakugo's intense red gaze round on her. His pupils had been blown so wide they left but a thin ring of red highlight around them, but at her words, they shrunk into pinpricks. "What is it you like to say to people?" She purred, flicking her tongue out across her teeth. Slowly Bakugo continued to kiss along her jaw and across her chin, listening carefully to her words; the whole while his eyes didn't leave her. "You tell them to… Get on their knees and beg?"

Bakugo had only said that once during a training session to Kaminari, he hadn't even known Sunny was in earshot. He made a mental note not to underestimate those large ears atop her head, although Kaminari easily could have just told her.

Either way, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place with that one.

He had two options:

Fight back.

Or play along.

Annoyingly, whatever he chose to do Sunny would love it.

"You want me to get on my knees?" He closed his eyes again, letting out a low groan as his soft pecks became open-mouthed, hot kisses against her throat, "You want me to beg, kitten?"

He could literally feel Sunny turning to goop in his arms, and he grinned against her wet neck. Slowly, he began moving his right hand away from pulling at her arse and slipped it around the front of her shorts. He raised his head, pressing their foreheads together and watching closely as her eyelids fluttered.

He had just slipped his fingers past the line of her knickers when something grabbed his wrist.

"Nice try, but you can't distract me." She caught his lips in a brief, fervent kiss, "Also, don't touch what you can't afford."

Bakugo's vibrant red hues shifted to meet Sunny's and he grinned devilishly as she pulled his hand away, "My kittens so hard to please," He growled, loving the way her eyes darkened at his words. He made a point to rub his hard cock against her stomach.

"Only one thing will please me right now," As she spoke, Bakugo raised a hand to run his thumb against her plump lower lip. He was trying his best to give her his most lustful eyes and it seemed to be working; her gaze was fixated on him, pumpkin hues following his every movement, "You. On your knees. Begging."

"And if I don't?" Bakugo leant in to catch her lips once more, but she quickly dodged him.

In an instant, she had grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them away from her body, holding his hands up either side of her head, "I'll stop purring."

And just like that, an eerie silence surrounded them. A ringing began in Bakugo's ears and immediately his palms started popping. Uncomfortable, feverish sweats erupted over his entire body, and his breathing became uncomfortably tight.

He hadn't even realised she was purring the entire time.

Immediately, he dropped to his knees like a sinking anchor.

Like a fallen domino piece.

Sunny had never been so happy. There was absolutely fucking nothing like this feeling of looking down at Bakugo as he knelt before her on the floor, panting like some sort of animal.

She was so fucking turned on under those ruby eyes, and although he looked pissed off beyond belief he was grinning wickedly.

His entire body language was sinister and his facial expression was borderline manic, but she couldn't get enough of it. His arms were limp at his sides, palms facing upwards as little flickers of light spat from his skin. His erection was clearly tented in his joggers, and Sunny felt her body ache for it.

"You're going to fucking get it, Sugawara," He licked his lips, dropping onto his palms and flushing his hands flat against the cold, tiled flooring and smothering the sparks. He was on all fours before her, glaring up at her through furrowed, blond brows.

Sunny leant back against the kitchen counter. She raised a leg, pressing her foot into his shoulder and pushing him back upright. She began purring again and a jolt of spine-tingling pleasure shot through her when she watched Bakugo's pretty red eyes roll around in their sockets, his lips slightly parted. He leant back a little more, shamelessly shoving his hand into the front of his joggers.

"Oooh," Sunny couldn't help but moan a little at the sight of him, "You're fucking enjoying this, aren't you? You're such a kinky pervert."

Bakugo didn't reply, but his breathing became heavy and his furrowed brow beaded with sweat. His hand moved almost furiously beneath his joggers as his fierce gaze locked onto her, daring her to purr some more.

"Fucking beg, Katsuki," Sunny then growled, flicking her leg to the side, sending Bakugo tumbling to the floor, "Fucking beg and I'll finish you off."

Bakugo let out a loud 'Ah~!' at her words and he licked his lips again, "Fuck, Sunny, you're such a cunt."

Sunny frowned, moving her foot again to press over his hand in his joggers and she gave him a short, sharp press. Bakugo strangled a splutter and his eyes grossed.

"Fine. I fucking beg you. Just fucking t-touch me ready. I'll do anything, I'll fucking worship the ground you walk on, just—Ah! Please~"

Sunny stepped to hover over Bakugo on the floor, tail flicking impatiently behind her. She pressed her foot into his moving wrist, making it stop.

"Go on…" She urged, "Tell me more."

Bakugo growled lowly, lip curling and flashing some gum almost menacingly, "I want you," He confessed, but then shook his head, "No, not in bed. W-Well, yes, but – Ah, ah – I want you around, always. Everything's so shit when you're not there. I feel blessed to have you in my life, I can't get enough of you, I-I have gone soft, but only for you, because of you. I—"

Sunny cut him off by dropping to the floor, straddling his thighs. She pushed Bakugo hard in the chest, making him flop backwards onto his back. In an instant, she'd pulled down his joggers and boxers, sticky and wet with pre-cum, and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock without a second thought, tongue pushing into the slit at the top.

Instantly his hands were in her hair, tugging at the soft strands and pulling gently at her ears. He groaned and whimpered above her, "Fucking look at me when you suck my cock."

She spared a glance up to find those ruby eyes watching her closely. His expression was one she didn't quite recognise and it didn't match his tone of voice. It's not that Katsuki never wore that expression, but more because she'd never seen it before, ever, on anyone. His face was so soft with wet, slightly parted lips and furrowed brows. But they weren't furrowed angrily, more concern or caring. He looked devoted.

His eyes were surprisingly warm, pupils blown wide to take her all in, and they made her stomach flip-flop like watching a storm roll in on a hot summers day. He was looking at her like she was the best thing in the world. Like she was the only thing in the world.

It was seconds, she'd barely taken him all into her mouth before he shouted something out that didn't make much sense and came, filling her mouth with salty, watery liquid.

She let him go with a loud 'pop', begrudgingly swallowing. She went to straighten up, but Bakugo grabbed her by the ears and hauled her up against his body. He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to her temple.

"Did… Did you just call me K.C as you came then?"

She wasn't a hundred per cent sure that's what came out his mouth, but as she processed what just happened, she had a suspicion…

Bakugo's head rolled away from her, and he flopped an arm over his face to hide. Sunny rubbed a hand over his hard abdomen, letting her fingers dip in and out of the rippling groves of muscle.

"I thought what you did was badass," He muttered against the cloth of his sleeve, "I used to imagine… Fuck. I don't know… Maybe I got carried away..."

Sunny squinted up at Bakugo, eyeing up his jawline as that was the only part of his face she could see, "Suki… You weren't a fanboy, were you? You were… a fangirl."

Bakugo immediately dropped his arm and swung his infuriated gaze her way, but his blush told all.

Sunny just grinned up at him, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

"Don't worry," She began, leaning back just enough to rub her nose against his, "I'm your fangirl, too."

Bakugo pushed his hand into her face and forced her shit-eating grin away from him.

"We always end up on the floor." He finally muttered, stretching and looking around himself.

Sunny huffed, "You always end up on the floor. You drag me down with you."

"Pfft."

"Do you want to sleep over tonight?"

Bakugo's gaze rounded on her, "Hah?"

"Sleepover," She repeated, "You don't have to. I just thought—"

"Yes." Bakugo responded quickly, but added a cough to pretend to clear his throat, "I mean, sure, whatever."

Sunny just grinned up at him, "You're actually such a goof."

"Shut up."

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