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saturnsorbits · 2 years

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Graduation

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Semi-Public Sex. Word Count: 2.2k.

Summary: Bakugo has a graduation present for you.

A/N: After being rescheduled no less than four times, my graduation finally happened today! To celebrate, I thought I'd reupload this little thing.

This has been queued with the hope that I will be far too drunk to be able to use my phone after the ceremony :)

-> Reupload from Old Account.

The cathedral is cold. One hundred meters of stone towers above you, making you feel impossibly small as you totter down the steps and slip into the bustling crowd to look for Bakugo. The ceremony hasn't even started yet and already you've watched him be accosted by your fellow graduates, tutors and on one occasion someone's confused grandparent. At some point, it had all gotten too much. With his social quota overflowing, you'd watched him slink off down the hall and dip behind the stairs, hoping to seek refuge somewhere quieter.

You find him hiding behind the alters. He's leaning against a display about a saint neither of you know, one foot pressed to the wall, head tilted back just enough to let him stare at the pretty stain glass windows opposite.

'You look nervous.' His head doesn't move, but his eyes flicker to you as you approach.

'You're the one who's hiding.'

'Not any more.' He grins, lips splitting over pointed canines. 'You've found me, haven't you.'

Rolling your eyes, you use your pitifully small clutch-bag to hit out at his bicep. 'You didn't have to come you know. I would have been perfectly fine on my own.'

'I know you would...' Lifting a hand out of the pocket of his suit pants, he lets his fingertips graze down the wall searching for your skin. As soon as his palm meets yours, he intertwines your fingers and squeezes. 'I wanted to.'

'Even though you hate big events?'

'Even though I hate big events.'

'And making small talk with strangers?'

'And that too.'

Leaning into him, you let your head roll on his shoulder and nestle in. 'You need to be careful, if you keep this up I might start thinking you like me or something.'

He huffs, letting his head tilt until its sat atop yours. 'Can't be having that. You'll ruin my street cred.'

A giggle bubbles up your throat as you cling tighter to his arm, brushing your cheek against a toned shoulder.

'Do you want your graduation present?'

'What?' You blink, untangling yourself from him just enough to reel back and stare. 'You didn't have to -.'

He smirks. 'Do you want it?'

You nod, eyebrows creasing as you try to figure out where the Hell he's hidden a present in the remarkably tight fitting suit he's wearing. There's nothing in his back pockets, you would have seen it easily with all the shy glances you've been taking at his ass all afternoon and he hasn't brought a bag.

'Come on.' Bakugo tugs at you hand, peeling both of you off the wall before striding towards a small, stone staircase tucked away in the corner of the hall. The click of his dress shoes rings out, followed by the tapping of your heels as he bundles you into what amounts to a small, recently refurbished display room.

'What are you doing?' You spin, twirled by a flourish of his wrist as he releases you to close the door. 'Is this even open to the public?'

As soon as it slips shut, soft wood clicking against cold metal he's on you. His hands grip your waist, holding you steady and then, he's kissing you. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, a smirk gracing his as he licks into your mouth, desperate to taste you. A warm hand cups your breast over your dress, careful fingers kneading and tugging, hard enough to pinch at your flesh, but soft enough to not ruffle the material.

'We shouldn't be doing this...' You hiss as your back collides with more cold stone.

'What?' Bakugo stops his assault on your chest for long enough to lean back and grin. 'I can't show you how proud I am?' His hands slip down your sides, knead the fat over your hips and then, he's dropping to his knees and hastily shoving your dress up to your waist.

'By going down on me?' Your head tips back hitting the wall as you feel him breathe on your clothed cunt. Raking your nails over his scalp, you take a fistful of his hair in your hand and pull, forcing him back again so you can look him in the eye. 'Really?'

'And by making you cum on my cock, but...' He shrugs. 'I thought I'd do this first.'

The look in his eyes has your teeth clenching and your hands loosening on his hair, letting him lean in and press his nose to your cunt.

He inhales, shoulders lifting with the size of the breath he brings into his lungs. 'Fuck, you smell good.'

'Don't tease.' Whining, you wiggle your hips, lifting your pelvis enough off the wall that Bakugo's nose presses against lace. A rough hand trails up your thigh, applying just enough pressure to make your skin prickle before grabbing a handful of your ass.

'Needy.' Bakugo grins from his place between your thighs, then, he's throwing your leg over his shoulder and moving your underwear out of the way so he can lick a long, thick stripe up your cunt. 'And wet...'

A moan flutters in your chest as you feel him latch onto your clit. His tongue draws lazy circles, lapping up your essence as you drip onto his chin. You're about to raise your hand, about to try and cover your mouth and shove your moans back down your throat, but you're stopped when Bakugo's hand wraps your wrist.

He interlaces your hands again, resting them, still clasped against your thigh as he continues to slurp and suck at your clit. There's one-hundred percent already a wet patch forming on the front of his suit pants from how much his cock is leaking against the fabric, but he doesn't care, not when you're writhing on the wall and trying to drown him in your cunt.

'Katsuki.' You're trying to be quiet, you really are, but as soon as Bakugo slips a finger inside of you, you're as good as gone. The long digit scissors in and out of you frantically, working your body up to a crescendo in a frankly pathetically short amount of time. You can almost taste your orgasm, feel the tightness of your stomach as you near the inevitable and then, he stops. A frustrated groan leaves your chest and you flex your calf, trying in vain to pull him closer again.

'Easy...' His lips peck at your clit. 'I've got you...' Scrambling back to his feet, he's pulling his cock from his pants before you can argue, or assist and throwing your leg over his hip.

He doesn't let you have his cock straight away. He rubs the head through your folds, collects your slick on his tip and teases your entrance while holding you back, refusing to let you slip closer. It makes him feel good, having this power over your body, having you needy and desperate as he keeps you from the high you're craving. 'Want it?'

You whine, nod and squeeze at his hand. 'Please. Want it so bad...'

'Good girl.'

The first three inches burn. He splits you open on easily, but already you can feel your body moulding to fit him.

A full body shiver runs the length of Bakugo's spine when he feels your cunt tense around him. It takes him a second, a focused breath before, he can claw back the composure to begin fucking into you. 'Always take me so well, don't you...'

A purr vibrates through his chest, causing your chest to hollow. Already your mind is swimming, fuzzy edges lingering around your thoughts as you try and focus on the sharp sensations of his cock head pressing into your velvety warmth.

A hand wraps your chin, fingers digging in hard enough to dent as he forces your head up and back, locking your eyes to his.

'Wanna watch.' He pants, crimson eyes blown wide. 'Let me see you, Princess, c'mon.'

A moan struggles up your throat, but he's already there to catch it. Pinning his lips to yours, he swallows the noise before pulling away and redoubling his efforts.

'Fuck – I'm -.'

'Go on... Cum for me.' Bakugo's hand slips from your chin and wraps your neck, applying just enough pressure to send you clear over the edge. 'That's my girl.'

You come apart easily. The air turns stale in your lungs as waves of pleasure make your thighs shake and your knees tremble. You can almost feel it, the frantic pulsing of your cunt as it attempts to milk him for all he's worth.

Bakugo doesn't take his eyes off you. He laps greedily at the image of you cumming on his cock and burns it to the insides of his eyelids. 'Look at you.' Hips still snapping against your pelvis, he ignores the tightness of your cunt to prolong your high as long as possible. 'Fucking perfect – So, fucking, perfect for me, aren't ya?'

Whining, you bask in his gaze. It's hard to not feel adored when he's looking at you like that, like you're the most precious thing that has ever existed.

'Ready for your present?' Struggling to breathe, he loosens his grip on your neck in favour of pinning you to the wall by your hips.

For a second your eyebrows knot. You're still too high to properly comprehend what he means until you realise how hot his breath is fanning on your neck, how sloppy each of his thrusts have become, how he's desperately trying to force himself deeper and deeper inside of you. You gasp, tongue swiping at the inside of your cheek. 'Please...'

'Gonna take it like a good girl?' He nips at your neck, careful not to leave a bruise.

More nodding. His cock prods at your G-spot, making your whole lower half tense as you pass into the realms of overstimulation and cringe as more jolts of electricity are forced up through your stomach.

'Course, you are... Gonna fill you up, baby girl. Make sure you can feel me dripping out of that little cunt when you're parading across that stage, in front of all those people... Make sure they all know how proud I am of my Princess, huh?'

His voice is like molten lava as he pours more dirty curses into your ears. It makes you want to sob, to collapse onto the floor in a mess of limbs and cum, but you know Bakugo would never let that happen. He's a vision when he finally comes. You watch as he forces himself to keep his eyes open and locked onto yours. The skin on the bridge of his nose crinkles, his teeth clench, a soundless snarl being pulled from plush lips as he groans.

'Fuck.' Thick strings of white spill inside of you, each slow pump of his cock forces more of his seed to coat your heat and fills you impossibly.

The room settles with the sound of soft pants as you readjust to the new weightlessness in your legs. Bakugo's cock is still buried inside of you, plugging you up and stopping his cum from dribbling out and down his balls, but he only takes a second before sliding from you and readjusting your underwear to cover his mess.

The elastic snaps at the sensitive flesh of your lips when he lets it go and the two soft pats he administers to your cunt after has you jolting as your abused clit tingles with the contact. Tired hands tug at the hem of your dress, helped by Bakugo as you wiggle it back down to your knees.

'I'm so fucking proud of you.' Licking his bottom lip, Bakugo leans in, bumping his chest to yours as he presses you into a gentle kiss.

You giggle against his lips. 'How proud?'

'You angling to get fucked again, Prin -.'

A high-pitched buzzing fills the air, followed by a crackling announcement that informs the people in the cathedral that the ceremony will be beginning in ten minutes.

'Guess, we'll have to rain check that.' Bakugo smirks, pecks at your lips again and offers out his hand, tensing his palm to encourage you to take it.

You do. You let him whisk you out of the room, past the stain glass windows and out into the main hall, zipping around the rows and rows of chairs to find your assigned seats.

Later when the ceremony starts and you make the long trek up the stage when you name is called, you have to fight the shake in your knees. You can still feel the phantom stretch of Bakugo's cock and the unmistakable warm ooze of his cum as it leaks from you, dripping into your underwear and threatening to spill over the sides. When you take your degree, all neatly pressed and encased in a brown envelope, a round of cheers breaks the lull, but one sound stands out above the rest.

With a thumb and forefinger wedged between his lips, Bakugo lets out a shriek of a whistle. He's grinning, eyes shining with such fierce pride that it almost takes the air from your lungs.

Then, you feel it. A glob of cum breaches your underwear and trickles down the soft flesh of your thigh, creating a river that your scared with reach your knee. You suppress a squeal, force a smile to your lips and limp, quickly, back down from the stage to re-take your seat.

Warm lips fan your neck, followed by a palm gripping your shoulder. You can hear him lick the insides of his mouth before he speaks, whispering low into your ear. 'Looks like you're going to need another graduation present, you've nearly lost that one already.'

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