#BUT HELLO I WOJLD D*E FOR HIM

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou who agrees to let you practice some of your makeup skills on his face as long as you cockwarm him the entire time. You don’t know why you do, because you know it’s just gonna distract you the entire time, and it does. Because he sits so, so agonizingly still the whole time, leans his head back to rest on the back of the chair so that the column of his throat is exposed, kissable. He rubs your thighs and bare ass the entire time in big palms, soothing and sweet and so non-sexual, that it only turns you on more.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He’ll tease, pick your chin up with a single finger so you can look at the smokey black and red eye look you’re halfway finished with. “Why did ya stop?” He’ll smirk, cocky, when he sees the ache of just wanting to bounce on his cock until you cream all over him starts to take over the need to finish his face. And he lets you, so sweetly he lets you—just sits back and holds you in his arms, but is still such a little shit, doesn’t let you get close because he doesn’t want to fuck up the hard work you created. He’s insufferable.