Bakugo x Lore 🍋 (Bakugo x OC)

Chapter- 47 The Dress

Three weeks since the conference had passed in the blink of an eye. 

Her days were spent at the agency, and Shoto had moved into her clinic to keep a closer eye on her. She had already tried to kill him at least 4 times when his never-ending keyboard typing had driven her to clinical insanity. 

Her outings were split evenly between Mina, Kirishima, and Sero. Kaminari was kicked off of protection duty by Shinso after he had ditched her because he saw someone giving away free snacks at the grocery store. 

Evenings were her favorite though. Bakugo always made them dinner, and they'd talk about their days until he whisked her up to bed. Sometimes they didn't even have sex. It was more just about being next to one another's body greedily absorbing their attention, and the couch didn't allow them to snuggle the way they both loved. 

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Now it was Friday, the night before the Gala, and she realized she had a huge problem. 

"Katsuki!"

He flipped the contents in his skillet and bellowed from the kitchen, "WHAT?"

"I need your help!!"

At hearing her yell his name, he dropped their dinner and instantly ran up the stairs. He slid to a stop in front of the closet door. "What's wrong, Lu?! Are you okay?"

She held up a long purple dress that had just come back from the dry cleaners, and he noticed that it had a huge bleach stain at the bottom. 

Her voice was flat and monotone as she stated, "I was supposed to wear this tomorrow."

He cringed. "Shit."

"I have to go buy a dress less than 24 hours before a huge event..."

"Okay, calm the fuck down," he soothed as he snatched the ruined dress out of her hands. He hoped if she stopped looking at it, he could prevent her from freaking out worse than she already was. "Here is what we are going to do. We're going to go shopping right now, and you're going to buy another useless dress-"

"But how am I going to get it hemmed?!?! I have pudu legs!"

He got derailed from his mission, and asked, "the fuck is a pudu?"

"Google it later. But Katsuki...I can't get a dress altered in less than 24 hours."

"Pft. Yes, you can. Come on." He grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the closet. 

"Wait! If we're doing this, we're doing it right."

He paused and watched her strip out of her comfy loungewear. "Now this is what I'm talking about," he crowed as he leaned against the door frame. 

She took off her panties and cackled, "Don't be a dude! Okay, I need help getting this on."

She took out a nude piece of material he had never before seen her wear. When she tossed it to him he asked, "What is this?"

"That is a torture device invented to make women feel like fat cows."

Once she put on a nude thong and strapless bra, she walked over to him, and he had to force himself not to touch her even though he was dying to feel her skin beneath his hands. 

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Bakugo barked nervously. 

"This is going to be one of those weird moments where our relationship is going to be put to the test."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Tch. I'll crush this test. Tell me what the fuck to do."

Bakugo dropped to his knee and held open the spandex for her to slip her leg into. She thought it'd be awkward until she felt how good his calloused fingers felt dragging up her sensitive legs. He helped her with the other leg. When he got it up her thighs, he turned her and sank his teeth into her butt cheek making her squeal. He kissed his mark and pulled the spanks up and over her perky buns. From there they wiggled her into the impossibly tight body suit.