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love island bkg a week in being coupled with him and you both are obsessed with each other. always so touchy feely, lingering hands on your ass in the kitchen, back hugs when he’s brushing his teeth and your hand drifting across his chest. being stuck together 24/7 makes everything feel so much more intense. sure you would have dated him on the outside but living together so soon has you always feeling like the L word is on the tip of your tongue.

anyway, bakugou wouldn’t describe himself as a particularly horny person. he’d say he gets horny the regular amount but today has really been testing his limits and you haven’t caught on. your dress tonight has been gorgeous, a lovely green that makes your ass fat and you wore this body glitter that made you look edible. you’ve probably shared way too many kisses on the daybeds and now he’s stuck in his shared bed with you waiting for the lights to finally turn off.

when the room finally settles into pitch black, your arm stretches over his upper chest in a sleepy hug.

bakugou grunts.

“what’s wrong?” you whisper and he can smell the mint from your toothpaste. your smooth leg stretches over his waist.

“so fuckin’ tired of sharin’ a room with ten people.” bakugou whispering makes his voice deeper, darker. you look up at him, making out the shape of his features as your eyes adjust. you squish closer to him and a thick bicep circles around your back.

“hm? what do you mean?”

you lock eyes with him in the darkness and you immediately know what he means.

“i don’t like the idea of gettin’ you off with an audience.”

your heart rattles against your chest and you don’t mean to adjust your body again but you do, hips in the position to hump his side but you don’t.

“why would you bring it up if you won’t do it?” you whisper whine, inching you face towards his.

so far you’ve only made out a lot and groped each other a lot. you definitely wouldn’t mind the feeling of his fingers or possibly more… knowing exactly how he’d fuck.

bakugou exhales from the pit of his chest, careful not to bring attention to you too. he shifts over so hes facing you directly to crush his face to yours. it’s a make out that goes straight to your clit and has you imagining being touched all over. his tongue is warm against yours and you don’t have it in you to care about the noise.

his hand finds your ass, sneaking right between your legs but pausing. you lift your leg over his hip, giving him all the access he needs.

“wanna touch you so fuckin’ bad,” he moans into your mouth and it takes everything inside of you not to moan loudly. moan like you would in the privacy of your bedroom with a boy your insanely attracted to.

“do it,” you sigh desperately, no longer caring that you’re about to have sex with other people in a room. you’re on love island, that’s what happens. “do it katsuki.”

bakugou’s eyes widen before lazing. you have him so fucked up. the first time he touches you and you have to stay quiet. he needs to find a way to get into that hideaway.

“okay, baby,” he says before slotting his mouth over yours and sliding two fingers pass your asscheeks and right into the warmth between your legs. it’s a delight for him to just feel you so intimately and it definitely has him straightening like a pole at you going limp on his face.

“fuck,” you mumble, deciding to rest your head on his shoulder and hug him tightly. your leg locks around his waist, your fingers raking through the hair on his nape. you bite your lip hard when he presses against your stomach.

“sorry,” he grunts but you shake your head.

“i want you,”

“you’re killin’ me.”

there’s hot heavy breaths between you both, a thin layer of sweat forming on bakugou’s forehead.

as slow as he can without creating much noise, he flexes his fingers in and out of you. a rhythm that is as blissful as it is torturous.

a whine escapes you. definitely loud enough for the two beds beside you to hear if they’re not asleep already.

“quiet, baby,” he mumbles but he can’t help but say more, “you’re so beautiful, all of you.”

you hitch your leg higher on his waist, ready to grind into the palm of his hand.

“make me come,” you whisper into his neck, your body burning from unadulterated desire pumping through you.

bakugou takes that as a mission he must complete, he needs to see you, feel you fall apart on his fingers.

bakugou thrusts his fingers in and out, curling them to brush the tips against your walls. he measures how you’re feeling from how your breathing switches, the halts and pitch changes. then your thigh tensing on his hip and your fingers twitching at his shoulder.

“katsuki,” you breathe softly.

“i know, baby.”

as silent as you can, you orgasm on his fingers. your whole body shakes, pleasure ripping through you like rough waves crashing against rocks. your breath increases in pitch and you don’t realise you’re biting down on bakugou’s shoulders as you clench to keep him inside.

“oh. ohhh,”’

“cmon, you good?”

bakugou slowly slides out of you and you tilt your head to look at him. you’re stunning with your sleepy eyes and shiny face from your night moisturiser. a kiss on your cheek, then your lips.

“we’re gonna get the hideaway. i’ll ask the producers if i need to,” you whisper, exhaustion about to knock you out.

you wake up to a bright light and a pillow being thrown in your face from your friend across from you.

“what? what was that for!?”

“we heard you last night. more katsuki more!”

you fight your embarrassment back, “like you haven’t done worse!”

bakugou doesn’t care, hugging your body with closed eyes as you socialise with everyone in the morning.