How You Deserve To Be Treated | Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader
A/N: Hi again! Here is my second piece of writing! I’m actually really happy with how this one turned out, and I feel like my writing is already improving since my first fic. I hope you all enjoy it!
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x f!Reader, friends to lovers
Notice: All characters are over the age of 18
Warnings: Smut, 18+, oral(female receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex(no condom but reader is on birth control so do with that what you will), praise, creampie, reader is a bit insecure, lowkey exhibitionism, non descript cheating boyfriend(fill in w/ any asshole you want)
Summary: After finding your boyfriend cheating on you and with nowhere else to go, you and Bakugo find yourselves alone together for the first time since you’ve known each other.
You should have seen this coming.
You found yourself replaying all the red flags that you brushed off, the advice from friends that you countered with “but you don’t know him like I do,” the nights when you felt so alone even though you were sleeping next to him.
You really should have seen this coming.
Walking into the apartment you shared with your boyfriend and seeing his tongue shoved down some girl’s throat was not how you had planned or wanted your night to go.
Your shitty boss at your shitty desk job had been on your ass all week about a big project that you needed to turn in, and after spending 10 hours every day on the mind-numbing material and turning it in today earlier than you expected, you were ready to soak in a hot bath with a bottle of wine and then slip into your bed, freshly made by your boyfriend at your request. Maybe if you were lucky, he could hold you for more than the 2 minutes he usually did.
You watched your plans crumble around you, along with your immediate future. You were about to adopt a fucking dog with this asshole…how dare him.
It seems that you tiredly stumbling into the house hadn’t alerted the happy couple of your presence, but you slamming the door shut seemed to do the job. You watched your boyfriends head snap to the front door, both his and the girl’s eyes growing wide. You gave both of them a sarcastically sweet smile and dropped your keys onto the table with a sharp clanging sound.
Your outside appearance was calm as you hung up your coat and slipped off your shoes, a sharp contrast to the rage brewing inside you. Without a word, you turned and started down the short hallway that led to the bedroom.
“Baby, wait!” You heard your now ex-boyfriend call out to you, choosing to ignore him as you walked through the bedroom door and immediately pulled out a large suitcase.
You didn’t know where you were going to go yet, all you knew was that you couldn’t stand to see his stupid cheating face ever again. The funny thing is, you weren’t even all that sad about the idiot cheating. You were more so mad at him for thinking he could get away with it, and yourself for ignoring all the signs and wasting a year of your life with him.
“Y/N, please baby just let me explain,” your ex-boyfriend came sliding into the room, his brows furrowed and lips downturned in a deep frown. Seeing his expression just enraged you even more. How dare he act like he’s hurt. He doesn’t get to be hurt when he’s the one who just flushed a year long relationship down the toilet.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it,” you spat, “there’s no way you can explain cheating on me in a way that will make me forgive you.” You were shoving anything of yours that you could reach into the suitcase, conceding to the fact that you would have to come by again to get everything else.
“Baby, I swear it was the first and only time! It will never happen again,” he cried, eyes turning glassy as he crept closer to you. “You were just gone so much this week and-“
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you shouted, twirling to face him, a flabbergasted expression on your face. “You’re somehow blaming me for your own decision to go fuck some other girl?”
You truly didn’t think he could be this dumb, guess you learn new things about your relationship every day. Your ex-boyfriend continued to whine and cry to you, begging for your forgiveness as you packed all the essentials you would need for a few days before you could find a new place and get everything else out of here. Just as you were zipping the suitcase closed, the asshole beside you spouting more excuses, your eyes caught something on the bed.
“Wow,” you laughed, lacking any real humor, “You didn’t even change the fucking sheets, asshole.” With that, you lifted the suitcase off the bed and made your way to the front door, your ex-boyfriend following behind you as he now tried to apologize for the sheets, as if that would save your relationship. When you entered the living area, you noticed the girl had already left, probably realizing this was not something she wanted to deal with. Smart girl.
“Well, I would say it was nice knowing you, but I would be lying,” you confessed as you shrugged on your coat and slipped on your shoes that you had hoped to not wear again until work on Monday morning. “I’ll be back for the rest of my stuff in a couple days.”
Opening the front door, you took one step out before turning around to face him one last time. “You would have been a horrible dog dad.” His expression began to turn from pathetic to frustrated with a hint of anger, but before he could argue, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and walked out the door, slamming it behind you for good measure.
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After loading your suitcase into your car and sitting yourself behind the wheel, the adrenaline that had been coursing through your blood slowly dissipated and you found your hands shaking as you placed them around the wheel. Where were you supposed to go now?
Mina was an option, but it was already 10pm and she lived 30 minutes away. You knew she usually worked early on Saturday mornings, so calling her and asking her to wait for you to get there was out of the picture. Momo was another option, but you quickly remembered that she works the night shifts at the bar and wouldn’t be getting home until around 3am.
You sighed, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you that you hadn’t felt when you were driven by rage and packing your bags to get as far away from your idiot of an ex-boyfriend. Laying your forehead on the top of the steering wheel, you closed your eyes and racked your mind for anyone else you could ask for a temporary place to stay.
Your head shot up, your eyes wide as you remembered a name. You and this person had never been best friends, but you hung around him enough that you would consider him a friend; you weren’t sure if he would consider you one though.
You quickly texted Mina to let her know what was going on when she woke up and checked her phone tomorrow before taking a deep breath and opening your contacts to find the only person that could save you now, hyping yourself up before pressing ‘dial.’
“Hey, Bakugo,” you squeaked out, cringing when your voice came out too high pitched. “I need a favor.”
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He was waiting in his open door, shoulder leaning against the doorway, when you stepped out of your car. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black sweatpants, the hood of his red hoodie pulled over his damp blonde hair, most likely from a recent shower after doing hero work all day. You quickly pulled your suitcase from your backseat and walked up his driveway to meet him at the door.
“I’m so sorry to call you this late and ask all of this from you, it’s just that you were the closest to me and I knew you would be awake because you just got back from work and Mina and Momo weren’t good options and-“ you rambled, feeling like a burden under his scrutinizing gaze.
“It’s fine, stop fucking apologizing,” he murmured, taking your suitcase from your hands and easily lifting it into the house, disappearing down a hallway, presumably to take it to the room you were staying in. You toed off your shoes before glancing around, taking note of the kitchen to your left and the living room to your right.
Everything was clean, almost excessively so. The walls were bare besides a handful of framed pictures that seemed to show Bakugo with Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and even some with Mina.
You weren’t surprised to see Mina in the pictures, the whole reason you even considered Bakugo your friend was because of how often you saw him when you were with her. Your eyes shifted to the large flat screen TV that was hung above a live fireplace, now paused on a game. The lights throughout the house were dim, giving the atmosphere a cozy and intimate feeling. You hadn’t moved from the spot Bakugo left you in when he returned from setting your suitcase somewhere, his eyes falling to your frozen form.
“You don’t have to just stand there,” he called out, “I’m not gonna bite.” You could have sworn his lips lifted into a smirk before he walked to the couch that was situated in front of his large TV. You hesitantly took a few steps into the living room, feeling very out of place as Bakugo relaxed into the couch, setting his sock covered feet onto the coffee table before him as he un-paused his game.
You didn’t know what to do. You had never been alone with Bakugo before, always around him when both of you were with a large group of friends. So, being alone with him and in his house left you completely out of your element and in desperate need of direction. Thankfully, it seemed that Bakugo could read your mind.
“Just come sit down,” he commanded, “You’re freaking me out just standing over there.” Your cheeks turned red, embarrassment flooding your body at his words. You shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on the opposite side of Bakugo. You pulled your legs up to your chest, hugging your arms around your knees.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, Bakugo playing some shooting game while you quietly watched him. Your mind shifted from embarrassment to anxiety about your future living situation. You would need to find a new place to live and fast. You wouldn’t let yourself crash on someone’s couch for too long, feeling like too much of a burden if you did. You didn’t even notice you had been so lost in your thoughts about moving until Bakugo spoke and snapped you out of it.
“So, bitch-boy fucked up?” he asked, eyes still locked onto the TV. His unique name for your ex-boyfriend caught you off-guard, causing you to let out a surprised laugh.
“Uh, yeah,” you confirmed, “Walked in on him making out with some girl.” You looked down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. “Should have seen it coming though. There was a lot of shit that he did or didn’t do that should’ve made me leave him.” Your sigh was heavy as you found yourself wanting to spill your guts to Bakugo.
Maybe it was because you felt alone and wanted someone to talk to, or maybe you were trying to use him to fill in for Mina. But if you were honest with yourself, it was probably because you had always felt drawn to Bakugo.
You had always kept things platonic, partly because you were loyal to your boyfriend but before him it was because you were a bit scared of the always scowling blonde. However, over the years of knowing Bakugo, it seemed that he was always on your mind in some way. Your eyes always followed him when he was in the same room as you, any interaction leaving you tongue-tied and with pink cheeks.
Anytime you got together with Mina, you would nonchalantly ask how Bakugo was doing, making sure to ask about all the other boys as well so she didn’t call you out on your weirdly specific interest.
It wasn’t like you could forget about him if you tried either. Bakugo was constantly on the news for saving lives, and posters of the brave hero ‘Dynamite’ were plastered all over the city, so anywhere you went you were met with the man that weaseled his way into your mind and just wouldn’t leave.
“What a fucking pussy,” Bakugo’s gruff voice pulled you from your thoughts. “I always knew you were too good for him.” His words shocked you, leaving your frozen in your spot with your eyes wide.
“What do you mean?” you lightly laughed, desperate to hear more of his thoughts. Bakugo’s eyes were still trained on the game he was playing, looking as if he was bored out of his mind. Contrarily, your heart was beginning to beat faster, your palms becoming sweaty from the subtle shift in the conversation from your ex-boyfriend to you.
“Just what I said, you’re too good for him. Way too pretty, too smart, too funny,” he shrugged his shoulders as if this information was just common knowledge. “Fuck,” he swore as his character died in game, swiping a large hand through his now mostly dry hair before loading up another match.
“I wouldn’t say I was too pretty or too smart for him,” you admitted, letting out what you wanted to be a lighthearted laugh but instead sounded too high pitched and awkward. “I mean, if I was so smart, I would have left him a long time ago. Staying with him for so long probably means I’m pretty dumb.” You didn’t want your words to come out too sad and dejected, but it was the truth; if you were smarter, you would have ended the relationship months ago. You rested your chin on top of your knees, sneaking a glance at Bakugo to see his face bunched up in confusion.
“Your bitch of an ex-boyfriend was the dumb one. I don’t fucking see how he could look at anyone else when he had you.” His voice tapered off at the end of his rant, causing you to almost miss his last few words. You went to argue what you thought was your very clear stupidity when your brain finally processed what he had said, leaving you open mouthed and staring at Bakugo.
Your silence must have confused him because he looked away from the TV for the first time since you both had sat down and met your gaze. His red eyes held your own in a way that left no room to look away. Your breathing quickened and you finally remembered to close your agape mouth from the shock of his earlier words, licking your lips like you always did when you were anxious. You watched as Bakugo’s eyes followed your tongue across your lips before quickly darting back to your gaze as if they had never left. You felt the air in the room grow thicker, his stare turning heated. You shook you head slightly and cleared your throat, trying to dispel some of the tension that was now palpable as you lowered your hands to your lap.
“Well, I have to disagree with you on the ‘too pretty’ thing,” you mumbled, your voice shaky, “He never seemed to like how I looked.” You gave a sad smile and looked down at your fiddling hands, thinking back to all the times your ex-boyfriend had disproved of an outfit, or asked you to do your hair and makeup because he had friends coming over and you ‘looked a mess.’ Your eyes turned glassy as you realized just how much he had affected your sense of self-worth.
Movement from Bakugo’s side of the couch caused you to look up and in his direction. You watched as he shut down the gaming system and somewhat roughly tossed the controller onto the coffee table in front of him, standing up and walking over to you. Your breath hitched as he sat down right beside you, his thigh pressing against yours. He took your face in both of his large, calloused hands, looking into your wide, doe eyes that were staring up at him.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, so I don’t want to hear you say anymore shit about how you look.” His hands were firm around your face as he leaned in, his nose almost touching yours. “Do I make myself clear?” You were still, your mind not able to process or believe what was happening. You wanted to speak but nothing would come out.
When you didn’t immediately answer him, Bakugo pressed his forehead to yours, letting out an impatient “Y/N…”
“Yes,” you breathed, “Yes…I-I understand.” He let out a sigh, closing his eyes and swiping his thumbs back and forth on your cheeks.
“Good girl.” The praise, coupled with his low voice caused you to tightly shut your eyes and bite your bottom lip to keep from letting out any whimpers or whines that you desperately wanted to release. You took a few moments to breathe before you opened your eyes to find Bakugo’s already open and watching you. His fingers had stopped their hypnotizing movements and his heated stare was once again trained on you.
“If you don’t want this then you gotta tell me. Otherwise, I’m gonna show you how that asshole should have treated you.” You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at his words. When seconds passed and you refused to utter any objections, Bakugo finally closed the space between the two of you.
His hands tangled themselves in your hair as he pressed his hungry lips against yours. Bakugo kissed you like a man starved. Like a man that had a point to prove. He left no room for you to take control of the kiss, his dominating personality showing through the way he crushed his lips to yours and his hands gripped into your hair before moving around your neck. Your hands copied his, looping around his neck and playing with the blonde hairs at his nape as you kissed him back with just as much aggression and enthusiasm.
You couldn’t believe this was happening, but you weren’t about to stop now. Not that you wanted to anyway; you felt intoxicated just being around this man, let alone having his lips pressed to yours. You wanted everything he was going to give to you.
“Stand up,” Bakugo mumbled from in between kisses. You quickly obeyed and found yourself being lifted by your hips, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he began walking down the hallway to what you assumed was his bedroom. The two of you continued your heated kiss as he stumbled through the open doorway that led to his room until he pulled back to close the curtains over the window beside his bed. The pause allowed you a few seconds to take in Bakugo’s bedroom, noting the lack of personal items and the excessive cleanliness.
“It looks like you don’t even live here,” you mumbled, Bakugo turning his head to look at you, still holding you in his arms.
“Shut up,” he grumbled and pulled your face to his, locking you in an intense kiss before you could say anything back. He laid you down on the bed, being surprisingly gentle, before stepping back and pausing to look at you. His scrutinizing stare caused your head to fill with all the imperfections that your ex-boyfriend had hammered into you, your insecurity rising the longer that you laid out in front of him. It seemed Bakugo could tell where you mind was going, because he slowly moved to hover over you, staring deeply into your eyes.
“You’re beautiful. Get out of your head,” he whispered as grabbed the hem of your shirt, slowly pushing it up your torso to reveal the skin just beneath your bra. He lowered his head, gliding his lips across the expanse of your skin, looking up at you as his breath caused goosebumps to appear. “Or I’ll have to make you myself.” His words sent a shiver down your spine. His lips were now just below your navel, your hips lifting slightly to indicate your need for more. More of his touch. More of his lips and hands, desperate to feel him between your legs. He watched your hips wiggle around before glancing up at you and smirking.
His hands pushed your shirt further up, over your breasts spilling out of your bra before he grabbed the waistband of your pants and dragged them down your legs, throwing them to the floor. His eyes traveled up your body to the apex of your thighs, his hands following the same path soon after.
You felt like you were going to explode if he didn’t touch you. You had never been this desperate for a man’s touch, never this shameless, usually holding back in some way to protect yourself from your insecurities. There was something about Bakugo and the way he looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen; it gave you the confidence you had never felt with your past lovers.
“Please,” you whispered, begging him to touch you where you needed him. He played with the seams of your panties, running the tips of his fingers under the edges as he watched your expression.
“You gotta tell me what you want, baby.” His command was soft but stern, leaving no room for you to argue. You closed your eyes, struggling to be vocal and voice what you wanted so desperately.
“Please…touch me,” you tried, hoping that was enough for him to give you some relief.
“Good girl,” he purred, ripping your panties down your legs before diving into your pussy, sucking and licking at you like he was a man starved. You gasped, your back arching as intense pleasure flooded your body and caused you to grab fistfuls of the sheets at your sides. You wouldn’t have been able to hold in your moans and whimpers even if you tried, Bakugo’s tongue and lips so skilled as he brought you such passionate bliss that had your toes curling. You glanced down, the sight of his red eyes staring at you as his mouth devoured you almost too much to handle. His gaze moved to your hands still fisted in the sheets, quickly grabbing them to place them in his hair, a silent request to use him as a foothold to keep you from losing yourself in the pleasure he was giving you.
“I want you to come on my face, doll.” His words were muffled from his face being locked between your thighs and in front of your pulsing cunt, but you were able to make out what he was asking. It would be an easy task, already close to being thrown over the edge, your legs squeezing harder around him from the onslaught of pleasure. Your breathing was getting faster, taking quick, shallow breaths in between your high-pitched whines.
It seemed that Bakugo could tell you were getting close because his tongue began moving over your clit faster and harder than you had thought possible. The new fever in which he ate your sopping cunt was enough to push you over the edge. Your legs clamped down on his head, your back arching as your fingers tightened in his hair, your mind vaguely processing his deep moan as your slick flooded his mouth. You felt your orgasm from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, your whole body buzzing from the bliss that Bakugo had brought you.
When the last pulses of you orgasm left you, you opened your eyes to find Bakugo on his knees in between your legs, licking the aftermath of your peak off his lips as he watched you gather yourself.
“He ever make you come like that?” he asked, his voice taunting, an ever present smirk on his face as if he already knew the answer.
“He never made me come,” you confessed, a giggle bursting from your chest at your admission. Bakugo must have not been expecting your answer because his smirk instantly dropped, and his eyes widened before his expression turned into one of disgust.
“You’ve got to be shitting me. And you faked it every time?” You shyly nodded your head, feeling embarrassed for some reason.
You knew that your ex-boyfriend’s inability to bring you to orgasm wasn’t your fault, but something about faking an orgasm to protect his fragile ego was almost shameful. Just another reason you should have left him a long time ago. Bakugo crawled up your body, his face hovering over yours. A rough hand cradled the side of your face, his smirk that was quickly becoming your favorite thing back on his face.
“Guess we have a lot of catching up to do then.” Before you could react to his words, he crashed his lips to yours, parting from them to reach behind his neck to grab his hoodie and pull it over his head.
Your eyes were only able to glance at his muscular chest before your lips were once again caught by his. Your hands made their way down his body, feeling the ridges of his abs before meeting the waistband of his jeans. Your fingers were quick to work at the button and the zipper, determined to fully feel him for the first time.
His mouth left yours as he moved down your neck, sucking love bites onto the skin. His hands moved to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you bare except for your bra that was doing a horrible job of concealing your breasts. Your lack of clothing made you even more determined to rid Bakugo of the rest of his, roughing pushing his jeans and boxers down to his knees until he had to take over and pull them the rest of the way down.
As he got rid of the rest of his clothing, you reached behind your back to unhook your bra, now completely naked before the man that you never thought you would be under. The cool air causing your nipples to harden, their peak drawing Bakugo’s eyes to them as you both took each other in. His cock looked painfully hard, the tip red and leaking precum. He was large, much larger than your ex-boyfriend, and long, so long you were worried he wouldn’t fit all the way in.
Even though he was bigger than anyone you had ever taken before, you were desperate to feel him inside you. You watched as Bakugo reached into the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a condom.
“I’m on the pill,” you stated, your voice breathy, “We don’t have to use one if we’re both clean.” He frozen, his hand hovering over the open draw, condom in hand. His eyes darted to yours and you watched as they changed to become even more heated than before.
In an instant, the two of you were locked in a passionate embrace, the thought of feeling each other with no barrier in between causing you both to become frenzied. Bakugo took his cock in his hand, pausing for one second before slowly sheathing himself inside your tight cunt. Your short gasp was overshadowed by his low ‘Fuck’, his hands intertwining with yours to hold them above your head.
Once he was fully seated inside of you, albeit a bit hard to accomplish because of his length, he met your eyes, silently asking if you were okay. Your answering moan and roll of you hips seemed to be enough for him to begin rocking his hips into yours. He watched as your breasts bounced with each thrust, mesmerized by how beautiful you looked underneath him. His thrusts were just starting to pick up speed when your phone rang.
You both paused, your ringtone echoing throughout the room for a few moments before ending. When the room grew quiet once again, Bakugo resumed his thrusts, a particularly hard one pulling a squeak from your throat.
Just as your moans were becoming loader and your whines growing higher in pitch, your phone rang again. This time, Bakugo pulled out of you, a whine of protest falling past your lips, and walked to your discarded pants on the floor. He pulled the device from your pocket, seeing the caller ID before smirking and bringing the phone to his ear.
“She’s a bit busy right now,” he bragged, his voice taunting. His eyes ran over your body as he listened to what the other person had to say before he scoffed and rolled his eyes, walking back over to the bed.
You were confused, not understanding what he was doing until he put the call on speaker and your ex-boyfriends voice came through the phone, demanding to talk to you. Bakugo grabbed your hips and pulled your body down towards the edge of the bed before picking you up and flipping you over onto your hands and knees. He tossed the phone up the bed, closer to where your hands rested, the call still active, before leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Be a good girl and show this asshole what it really sounds like when you come.” His words were followed by his cock slamming into you from behind, a yelp falling past your lips.
Your ex-boyfriend fell silent at the sound, Bakugo taking advantage of the silence to ram his hips unto your backside, the sound of your ass hitting his thighs so loud you were sure that it could be heard through the phone.
“You fucking slut,” your ex-boyfriend spat. You barely registered his vicious words because Bakugo had reached his hand around and under your hips to play with your clit, his thrusts never letting up.
You felt your orgasm closing in, Bakugo’s fingers and cock coupled with knowing your ex-boyfriend was listening to you being fucked by another man, unlike anything he had ever done, was enough to push you over the edge. Bakugo must have felt your walls contracting around him because he let out a low groan and grabbed your hair to pull your head back so he could whisper into your ear, his hips never stopping.
“Good fucking girl, gorgeous. Come all over my cock. Be loud for me.” He words prompted you to let out all the moans and whines you were holding back, completely letting go and vocalizing the intense orgasm that Bakugo had brought you to.
It felt like fireworks were going off throughout your entire body, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure made your limbs heavy, causing them to tingle and shake. Bakugo’s cock continued to drag against your walls, prolonging your orgasm and working him closer towards his. You couldn’t hear your ex-boyfriend anymore, but you didn’t know if that was because he had hung up or because your hearing had temporarily disappeared from the intensity of your peak.
Bakugo gave three more powerful thrusts into your pulsing cunt before he pushed as deep as he could into you and came, his release painting your walls. His grunts as he filled you were quickly becoming one of your favorite sounds, your tired cunt fluttering one last time around his cock. The two of you didn’t move for a moment, both taking time to catch your breath and letting the last remnants of your orgasms fade away.
When Bakugo finally moved to pull out of you, you turned your head to see your phone, the screen black indicating that the call was no longer active, and you assumed your ex-boyfriend hadn’t particularly enjoyed hearing what a woman orgasming actually sounded like. Bakugo’s cock leaving your pussy sent a shiver down your spine, immediately feeling empty and wishing you could be filled by him again.
Your body collapsed onto the bed, your arms and legs no longer capable of holding yourself up. Bakugo left the room, soon returning with a warm washcloth to clean up the mess between your thighs. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of your worn-out body and a man taking care of you. You had never experienced something like this, always left unsatisfied and on your own to clean yourself up after a sexual encounter.
You could definitely get used to this…you stopped your thoughts before they could go any further; there’s no way Bakugo wanted anything more than a quick fuck, and as much as you enjoyed it, you couldn’t let yourself be disappointed when he eventually kicked you out. You sighed, slowly sitting up and moving to stand so you could get your clothes and move to the room that he had put your suitcase in.
“What are you doing?” His deep voice startled you, not expecting him to question your actions.
“Uh, I was just gonna go to the other room for the night,” your voice hesitant, not wanting to overstay your welcome. “I promise I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow.” Bakugo’s face twisted into confusion.
“What the fuck do you mean? Sit your ass back in the bed, you’re staying with me tonight.” He left no room to argue, pulling up his boxers before he picked up your shirt and handed it to you. When you didn’t immediately reach for it, he gave a soft sigh and walked towards you to help you put it on, but you spoke just as he reached you.
“That’s my work shirt, I have to get a shirt from my suitcase,” you whispered, his red eyes locked on yours before he looked down at the shirt in his hands. Without a word he walked to his closet and pulled out a white tee-shirt, walking back and putting it over your head, helping your hands through the two arm holes.
With his large shirt dwarfing your figure, he made his way to the bed and slipped under the covers, patting the bed to call you over. You hesitantly stepped up to the bed, setting your phone on the bedside table before pulling the covers back and laying down.
You both were silent, the atmosphere feeling tense before he once again sighed (he seemed to do that a lot), turned on his side and tugged your body into him, your back against his warm chest. The feeling of his arms around you felt like a comfy blanket, easing your anxiety as your eyes started to close, finally feeling comfortable enough to relax.
“I promise I’ll leave in the morning,” you whispered, your words becoming slurred as you sleep overtook you. The last thing you heard was Bakugo’s words, spoken so softly you could convince yourself you imagined them.
“Maybe I don’t want you to.”
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You awake to a dimly lit room, your body sore as you stretched your legs out and your arms rose above your head. Your eyes fluttered open, once again faced with the impersonal room and dark bed sheets before you quickly sat up, remembering the events from last night. You took note of the empty spot beside you and the clock that read 9:26 AM.
What day was it? Saturday…would he have to go to work today? Did he already go to work and now you were alone in his house? You felt out of place and anxious, hopping out of bed and putting on your panties from last night, promising yourself you would shower as soon as you figured out what your plan for the day was. Your footsteps were light as you walked down the hallway, pausing when your nose caught a whiff of what smelled like bacon.
Taking the last few steps down the hallway and into the living area, you found Bakugo in front of the stove, cooking bacon and what looked to be waffles. He had put on a pair of sweatpants, his torso bare, which allowed you to admire his sculpted back. You cleared you throat, alerting him of your presence. He turned around, giving you a rare smile.
“Good morning.” His voice was gruff, having not been used all night as he slept. “I was making breakfast for you. Thought I could get it finished before you woke up and bring it to you in bed.”
For the first time since you met him, Bakugo didn’t sound confident. He couldn’t seem to meet your gaze, instead choosing to turn back around and focus on frying the bacon. It was adorable. The thought that you somehow made this man nervous was exhilarating, giving you the confidence boost you needed to walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, your front against his back. He froze for a moment, not expecting your touch before one hand moved to cover yours that were interlocked just above his sweatpants. The two of you stood there for a moment, just enjoying each other’s presence.
“Go back to bed, I’ll bring breakfast in there in a minute.” He patted you hands before stepping out of your embrace to get a waffle out of the waffle maker, perfectly golden and ready to eat.
You stepped back, turning on your heel to walk back to his bedroom, unable to keep a giddy smile off your face. Once back in bed, you decided to check your phone to see what you had missed in the past 12 hours. The screen came to life, showing three missed calls from Mina about twenty minutes ago. You quickly called her back, not wanting her to worry after your texts last night. It only took one ring before Mina answered her phone, her voice too fast and about two octaves too high.
“Y/N! What the hell happened? I feel so bad you didn’t feel like you could call me! You know I would be completely fine losing sleep for you! You should have-“
“Mina!” you called, laughing at her outburst, “It’s fine, I promise. I actually think it was supposed to work out this way.” You bit your lip, mustering the courage to tell your best friend that you had slept with her best friend. “Bakugo and I may have…done some things…and he may be bringing me breakfast in bed this morning.” You closed your eyes, waiting for her reaction.
A second passed with no noise coming through the phone before Mina’s screech filled your ear, causing you to pull the device far away from you. You laughed as she began asking questions and demanding answers, but before you could start talking, Bakugo showed up in the doorway with a tray full of food. You smiled at him, cheeks turning red at the sweet gesture before you spoke into the phone.
“Mina, I’m gonna have to call you back, breakfast just arrived.” With a quick “love you,” you hung up the phone and prepared to be spoiled by the man of your dreams, your asshole of an ex-boyfriend already long forgotten.
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