Pro Hero Bakugou x Reader
Summary: You and Bakugou are childhood friends,however you’ve been keeping a secret from him. You got a job doing sex work, one night you run into him while trying to escape a persistent customer.
18+Tw: sex work! No smut, mostly fluff
You sigh as you pull your pants up and straighten out your shirt. You turn to look at the man you just serviced, all sweaty and breathing heavily on the bed. He propped himself up against the headboard to watch you get dressed, you feel eyes boring into you. “Not staying sugar?” He asks trying to make his nasally voice sound sexy. You internally sigh, new customers are the worst because you never know what they want. A soft smile flashes across your face before you cringe, “Sorry daddy, you know I can’t.” you reply as if that’s his actual name. He stands up and starts dressing himself.
“Then let me walk you home” he states casually, already sliding his shirt on. This makes you freeze almost instantly, alarm bells are going off in your head like crazy. Customers aren’t allowed to walk you home for safety reasons, yours and theirs. You flash another smile before carefully responding “That’s so sweet of you but I can manage.” Praying this was enough to keep him away you start to walk out the door. You see his form in the corner of your eyes following you anyways, you turn around again and he says “a little thing like you shouldn’t walk home alone, lots of dangerous people out there.” You scoff quietly so he doesn’t hear ‘yeah dangerous people like you’ you think to yourself. Looking at him he looks extremely satisfied with himself, like he’s being a hero.
“No really that’s okay.” You reply nerves started to crawl up your throat, causing your voice to waiver ever so slightly. He notices and smiles, liking the power he has over you right now “sugar I insist.” Then he waits for you to move, you turn and walk out the door not acknowledging him. You walk down the long motel hallways and down the stairs towards the sidewalk. He’s still following a few feet behind you, and he still has a creepy ass smile on his face. You begin to pick up your pace, mind racing with ideas of how to get rid of him.
You make it a couple blocks before you decide to stray from your usual route and make a turn a few streets before you usually do. You were so lost in your own thoughts and anxiety that you ran smack dab into a rock hard chest almost immediately. The impact causes you to land smack dab on your ass. You don’t bother to look up before apologizing. ‘Shit what am I going to do, he's going to catch up so fast now’ your mind races. You're pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar voice saying “Hey watch it!- wait what the fuck?”
You snap your head up, and your best friend Bakugou Katsuki is looming over you in his hero costume looking pissed and confused. Mentally you were slapping the shit out of yourself. You KNEW this was Katsuki’s route, you had memorized it to avoid this exact scenario. While you’re not ashamed of doing sex work on the side, there hasn’t exactly been a good way to bring it up to Katsuki. Plus you really don’t want to know what he would think of you after finding out. Knowing him he’d probably say something about how “I’m better than this shit”.
Katsuki extends a gloved hand out to you and you take it, you see his biceps flex through his suit as he pulls you up with ease. His eyes scan over your body analyzing everything he can see,as if trying to solve a puzzle. Once you're on your feet he flips your hand over to look at the scrapes on your palm. “The fuck are you doing -“ he’s cut off by your pursuer, “Darling why are you moving so fast? Oh who’s this?” There’s suddenly a heavy weight on your shoulders and you already know who it is by the smell of body odor. Bakugou's eyes narrow immediately at him, they may as well be daggers. Carefully removing the man’s arm you look at him and say “I was just telling this lovely hero about how concerned you are about me getting home safe. He’s offered to walk me home in your stead, thank you again goodnight” you link arms with Bakugou promptly turning him around. You start walking away praying he plays along long enough for you to get away from this guy.
“Whore” shouts the man from down the sidewalk “she’s not that good of a fuck anyways” he waves in your guys direction before pivoting and walking off into the night. Katsuki tenses and stops momentarily, you jerk his arm before saying “don’t” through gritted teeth. Tightening your grip on his arm you walk faster, no destination in mind just away from that man. You walk in silence for a minute before he abruptly stops and says “would you fucking stop already?” and that plants you where you are on the sidewalk. He stands in front of you one hand on his hip leaning slightly to the side “the hell was that?”
Suddenly you’ve never been more interested in looking at your shoes, eye contact feels physically impossible. Nerves floods your system knowing you should have told him sooner, but you don’t want to tell him at all. Your hands even start to tremble ever so slightly, hopefully he doesn’t notice. “Can we talk about this at my place? I just want to get home” he doesn’t say anything, just starts walking in the direction of your apartment.
The walk home is silent but your head is not, arriving at your front door is usually a relief but tonight it fills you with dread. You step in front of Bakugou for the first time tonight and unlock your door. Holding the door open behind you he steps into your apartment and takes his shoes and gauntlets off at the door. A habit he’s picked up when coming to your place after a long day at work. He plants himself on your couch arms spread across the back legs outstretched on each side, taking up the most amount of space possible. He glares at you “spill”
“There’s something I need to tell you about” you say almost sheepishly.
He scoffs “no shit, just fucking tell me already”
You take a deep breath “I do sex work sometimes.” You look up at him and to your surprise he doesn’t look mad, just really confused. “The money is really good” you continue trying to justify your actions to him somehow. He sits there silent for a moment and you can almost feel the gears in his head turning from where you’re standing. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He eventually asks, there’s a slight tinge of hurt in his voice.
You shift your weight between your feet a little, swaying ever so slightly “I didn’t want you to look at me any differently.” Hearing the words out loud sound so much weaker than they did in your head, surely he would chastise you for this display of weakness.
Katsuki didn’t miss a beat “I don’t give a shit about that” he leans his head back on your couch looking up at the ceiling “you’re still you no matter what job you do dumbass.” He lifts his head once again to look at you “Do you always walk home alone at night like a fucking dunce?” You put your arms up in defense “No one has ever tried anything till now” He gives you an incredulous look and rolls his crimson eyes “sure” a long pause before he speaks again “I’m walking you home from now on, knowing you’re out there being a dumbass really pisses me off.”
“You and I both know you don’t have time for that” you reply. He’s always been so protective of you in his own way, he won’t give up on this so easily “shut up, I’ll fucking make time you don’t know shit.” You smile knowing there’s no point in fighting him on this and you finally give in “fine.”
A triumphant smirk spread across his face “good.”
His mouth returns to its usual scowl before he says “and don’t keep shit from me, I won’t fucking judge you or whatever. "A look you can’t place crosses his face before he stands up and goes to your bathroom, you can hear him rummaging through your stuff. Eventually the shuffling stops and he comes back out with healing ointment. He walks over to your floor and sits cross legged by the coffee table, he looks at you “sit, let me see your hands.” You don’t protest and sit across from the man. He gently grabs your hands looking at them very intently and begins to apply the ointment. “I hate seeing you hurt” he says while carefully rubbing in the medicine.
You can’t help but scoff lightly “it’s just a scrape.” He bites back “you know what I mean, don’t play dumb.” You know exactly what he’s thinking; he hates seeing you do this shit to yourself, constantly putting yourself in dangerous situations. You can’t help but let tears fill your eyes as you feel overwhelmed, a tear slips from your eye and falls onto Bakugou's knuckle. For a second Bakugou is taken aback. He’s never really seen you cry before, even when you were kids and broke your arm at the park, you didn’t even shed a tear. Now it’s his turn to surprise you, “come here already” he says, almost impatient with arms outstretched.
You throw yourself into his arms, grabbing onto the back of his shirt like it’s an anchor to reality. “I’m sorry suki” you muffle into his shirt, “Tonight scared the shit out of me, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t-“
“Stop it.” He commanded somehow gentle yet firm at the same time. “We aren’t doing this what if shit, I’m going to walk you home every damn time. I will make sure you get home safe. God you have me saying all this cringey shit, makes me want to hurl, but I know you need to hear this. I won’t let jack shit happen to you, you’re my best friend for fucks sake I need you.” His grip tightens on you like he’ll lose you if he lets you go now.
You two sit like that for a long while, both needing to be in each other's company. You smile into his shirt realizing this is the first time he’s ever actually admitted to being your best friend. He can feel your stupid grin on his shirt “the fuck are you grinning at?”
You look up at him and smile “I’m your best friend?”
He scoffs, “don’t make me take it back.”
