a/n: it’s 4 am aka bakugou fluff hours
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pairing: bakugou x fem!reader word count: 1k
The first time you and Bakugou shared a bed was when you stayed the night at his house during a holiday.
Everyone was going away for the weekend, and there was no way Bakugou was going to let you spend this time of the year alone in the dorms.
He’d given you two choices: either you stopped being, “a stubborn little shit,” and went home with him, or he would stay there with you. As a relatively new couple, the latter sounded so much more tempting. After all, the nature of your lives in the dorms had not allowed you to indulge in the other and explore the new scope of your relationship as you would’ve liked, and that would’ve been the perfect chance to do so. But your guilt overweighed anything else; and not wanting for him to spend the day away from his family (though in all honesty, he didn’t seem like he gave much of a fuck), you conceded and accompanied him.
On your way there Saturday morning, Bakugou was quick to discern that there was more than just imposing on his family that was of concern to you. He was upfront about it and asked you to spit it out outright. Not left with much room to deflect when confronted by such feral eyes and determined glare, as usual, you shyly inquired if they knew you were dating.
Bakugou admitted that he’d let it slip some time ago during a visit, apologized because he didn’t talk to you about it first, and stopped you in the middle of the road to ensure it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.
“If it’ll bother you, we can go back. You know I don’t give a fuck. But I know the old hag can be a bit much at times.”
“No, it’s okay. I just wanted to know so I can act accordingly.”
“Sure?” he pressed, taking a step forward to tower over you.
You could swear he got taller by the minute, and soon your neck would have to be craned all the way back just to hold his stare. His form got broader as well, and it made him all the more hot and intimidating.
With heat crawling up your neck, you could barely manage a nod. As you made to step back and resume your walk, however, he pulled you by the waist and planted a long kiss on your lips. It was mellow and warm but made your heart flutter nonetheless, leaving you even more flustered than before.
He pulled away with a satisfied smirk, still finding it amusing and cute how transfixed you were left by his advances every time.
The rest of that day went by smoothly. The family dynamics in the Bakugou household were everything you’d expected them to be, from the little glimpses Katsuki revealed during your long talks and assumptions you’d drawn from his character, antics, and upbringing. His parents still made you feel at home and welcome, though, as if you’d always belonged, and by the time dinner ended and they went upstairs, you were glad you had agreed to come over.
Once your teeth were brushed and you were donning your pajamas, you slunk to Bakugou’s bedroom where he lay on his bed, eyes already droopy, clearly fighting to stay awake. The latching of the door seemed to startle him, and he rolled on his stomach as he groused, “Fucking finally. Get in here.”
As you timidly slid under the covers with him, he directly buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. Lips grazing your skin, he shifted till one of his legs was thrown over yours, one of his arms around on your middle as he clung onto you as if you’d disappear if he were to let go. And unlike you, seemed unfazed and unabashed, as though this was something you’d been doing for ages now.
“Why’re you so stiff,” you heard him mumble against your shoulder, and he poked his head out when your only reply was a long drawn sigh.
“I’m just a bit… nervous.”
“Why?”
“Well, this is the first time we’ll share a bed. Are you not nervous?” you whisper, feeling even smaller when he props himself on one of his forearms to pin you under his fiery eyes—a lopsided smile dancing on his lips, as usual, finding everything about you both extremely humorous and adorable.
“Why would I be?”
“I don’t know… it’s kind of a big deal, don’t you think?”
He searched your timid expression for some time, his grin broadening and pupils dilating the more bashfulness and agitation overlaid it, before asking, “Are you afraid I’m gonna do something to you?”
“W-what? Of course n-not—“ Your stammering was cut off when his mouth landed on your jaw, nipping gently, making your breath hitch and your heart race.
“What if I told you I want to…” he husked as he dragged his mouth to your ear, giving your lobe a playful bite, stealing a gasp from your chest and sending shudders down your spine.
Though the heat pooling in your lower stomach was answer enough, you weren’t allowed to find your voice again anyway because Bakugou soon said with a chuckle:
“I’m just fucking with you.” He nuzzled your nose before taking shelter in the warmth of your neck again. “And of course I’m not nervous. You're my fucking girlfriend. I’ve been wanting to do this for ages now. I’d sleep like this every night if we didn’t live in those stupid dorms. You’re so fucking warm.” He hugged you even tighter, his bulky arms making breathing laborious for a few moments before he went slack again, a soft, safe cloud of muscle and grumpiness around you.
You managed to spin in his embrace, a hand gently stroking the soft hairs on his nape while his spikes tickled your chin. You felt his chest heave serenely against yours, the breath from his nose cooling your collarbone.
“Katsuki,” you murmured long minutes after, and he hummed against you from his comatose state. He truly was a giant baby who couldn’t keep straight past his bedtime. “When we graduate, we’ll spend every night like this.”
“Mhm.”
