✓ ( 𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 )
❝𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐷𝑂𝑁'𝑇 𝐴𝐶𝑇𝑈𝐴𝐿𝐿𝑌 𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑃𝑌; 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝑀𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐼𝐸𝑉𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑅𝐸.❞
In which she told them lies and he simply got caught in them when he found out.
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DOUBLE THE SECRETS
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"WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?" SHE ASKED WITH A SMILE.
He retracted his hand and cleared his throat. Looking away, he mumbled, "I came to see your performance." She raised her eyebrows and he glared at her. "I know there's something more," she said, the lone of her voice lowered into a whisper, "Tell me."
"No, there isn't."
"I know there's something more, Bakugou. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me."
A lump formed in his throat. Could she really see it in his eyes? The longing for her taste, could she see that? Could she see the fatigue she had caused him with just a small kiss that barely lasted for three seconds? His ruby red eyes met her grey ones to see a bit more color in her dead eyes. Within a second's time, he sauntered over to her and whispered honestly, "I liked it, Aki." She knew what he was referring to and she failed to admit that she liked it too. With his gaze dropping down to her lips, he leaned halfway, somewhat expecting her to close the gap.
Effy, on the other hand, was completely paralyzed. She could barely move an inch and it felt like his gaze had unintentionally turned her to stone. Swallowing an atrocious amount of saliva, she placed her hand on his chest, scrunching the fabric of his T-shirt under her fingers. Getting her message, his right hand made its way to her hair, gingerly untying the blue ribbon that held her hair together. With a single tug, her wavy hair fell out, cascading down on her shoulders and framing her face.
Letting the ribbon drop, he snaked an arm around her waist and embedded his hands in her smooth, blonde hair. Pulling her closer, he closed the gap between them, their lips colliding.
Both her hands gripped his shirt and his grip around her waist tightened. With their legs already tangled together, they stumbled further into the room and Bakugou closed the door with his foot, snapping the lock close. The kiss was slow at first but the boy sped it up, the kiss bleeding into something rougher. With a need for oxygen, they both pulled apart a fine strand of saliva being the only thing connecting their lips.
Her breath hitched when his warm hand made contact with her cold neck, caressing the skin there. He pecked her lips once and then once more before moving on to her neck. He placed lazy and open-mouthed kisses on her pale skin coaxing soft groans from her.
She had hooked up with many guys before and been kissed on the neck before. But the way Bakugou did it could only make her more ecstatic than she already was and she loved every second of it. A gasp she never intended to let go of escaped when he found her sweet spot and left a mark there. Bakugou smirked against the skin of her neck and abused that spot, sucking and biting on it. Before he could act further, she connected their lips once more, her hands twirling his hair around her fingers while his tongue roamed her mouth.
