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Bakugou almost didn’t realize Izuku had started talking again. “And I did the laundry,” Izuku said, barely audible over the needy rush of blood in Bakugou’s ears.
Bakugou’s cock got even harder. It was technically his turn to do the laundry, they switched off each load, but Izuku often did things like this. Despite Izuku’s swollen ankles, morning nausea, and mood swings, he went out of his way to be a good mate to Bakugou. He must’ve noticed Bakugou was late coming home from the agency and didn’t want him to worry about stupid chores before bed.
“I want to fuck you to death,” Bakugou said honestly.
Izuku nodded like he understood, and they kissed furiously, Bakugou’s hands gently smoothing the stretch mark wrinkled skin around Izuku’s hips and belly button. Bakugou liked the purple lines. He liked the physical proof that his pup had stretched Izuku out, had made him like this - plump and wide and warm and leaking milk like a faucet.
Series
- Part 2 of not to me, not if it’s you