Ehehe, so cute
Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!
“C’mon Katsuki, please? You’re the perfect specimen for this!”
“Specimen?! I’m not some fucking lab rat!”
Bakugou glowered down at his girlfriend as she stood before him, clutching one of her large medical textbooks and pencil case tightly to her chest. The pout on her face was nearly enough to make him fall to his knees and bow, to be her willing subject. But no, he couldn’t. This request was just way too fucking strange. Yes, he loved her and he would do anything for her, but this… this was going to take some convincing.
“I’m not calling you a lab rat,” She started, bouncing in her spot a bit. “I just really need a live person to help me with this! Please! I have an exam in two days!”
Scoffing softly, Bakugou reached up to ruffle his own hair, glaring off at the wall as her pout was killing him. “Is the test on paper or do you have to point it out on a live person?”
“We have to do it on a live person! That’s why I need your help!” She took his hand gently. “And I promise - I swear - the marker comes off with just water and soap really easily! I already tested it on myself.” Stepping closer, Bakugou finally looked back down at her, a sigh passing his lips as he brought her hand up. He kissed her fingers gently, before giving a reluctant nod. “Fine, fine. But why am I a perfect ‘specimen’?!”
“Baby, you’re fucking ripped. Have you looked at yourself?! You literally almost have every muscle visible. That’s why. You’re perfection.” She hopped up onto her tiptoes to kiss him softly, before setting her belongings down onto the couch. “Now strip!”
“Eh?” Bakugou felt a bit of heat rise up into his ears, watching as she took out all her markers. “Completely?”
“Yes? I have to be able to see everything. Even your inter-gluteal cleft.”
“Your buttcrack, Katsuki. Now strip!”
With an annoyed grunt, Bakugou went to doing what was demanded of him, placing each article of clothing down onto the coffee table beside him. “Inter-gluteal cleft… what the fuck, just call it what it is.” Giggling, his lover opened up her book, starting to flip to the chapter she needed. “That is what it is! Buttcrack is a slang term, it’s not correct. Just like balls. They’re testicles!” Bakugou couldn’t help but give a small chuckle, pulling off his socks. “Fine, then. I’m going to start telling you to lick my testicles-”
“Hush!” She stood, three different markers at the ready. Bakugou noticed her face flush a bit as she gazed upon his nude form, obviously having a bit of trouble keeping her composure. “Stand facing me. Get that smirk off your face!”
The smirk only grew, as Bakugou was finding humor in her embarrassment. “Tch, look at you. You’re so embarrassed. How are you going to do this in the exam or even be a doctor if you get all flushed looking at a naked man?”
“I’m only embarrassed because it’s you! I’m more than just a little attracted to you, that should be obvious.” She gently took his wrist and turned his hand so that his palm was facing forward, starting to outline specific muscles with a black marker. Bakugou watched her, growing a bit curious as to how this was even going to work. “Well, knowing you, by the time you get to the penis, you won’t be able to resist some up close inspection. Or maybe even the difference between flaccid and erect.”
“Hush! You’re being so naughty. Flex your arm for me.”
“Am not. Just speaking the truth.” Bakugou flexed as requested, watching her write some illegible word on his bicep. “You have the worst handwriting. A doctor from birth.”
“Stop teasing me!” His lover brought a red marker up and drew a heart on the tip of his nose, faster than he could react.
“Hey! Don’t draw shit on my face!”
“Awww so cute! Like a little kitty cat.”
