#aibaku x reader

[puppyguppy]

The realization slams into you somehow harder than the body on top of you; knocking not only the wind out of you, but your heart out of your ass, too. The room spins, but you know it's not from a concussion. It's just that your blood is rushing down too fast and too far from your head. Into your cheeks, and your core, because all at once you are surrounded my a scent you shouldn't so easily, so instantaneously recognize. It's not your scent to know. Sure, you're good friends with Bakugou -- as good a friend as any, other than Midoriya. Which is why you find the other pro's dick damn near in your face, your head having been locked between strong, sweaty legs. What's left of your fleeting rationality figures that, well yes, of course Bakugou would smell like that. Smell a little different. What with his quirk and all; and for whatever reason, you know the silly little fact that something like nitroglycerin has a very particular scent to begin with. But, that's not the issue. That's not why you're forgetting to tap out, gaping like a fish, or like a melon one last rubberband away from exploding -- between Bakugou's legs, on the training mat. The issue isn't that you recognize the smell of nitroglycerin. The issue is that, the last time you remember smelling it, the last place you remember smelling it, was -- With Shouta's face in your neck. His teeth in your lip. His stubble scratching against your jaw, etching that scent into your own skin. You'd thought it strange, at the time. But no less fascinating, no less intoxicating. You'd never thought -- you shouldn't think -- You still haven't tapped out. You don't. You won't.

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