nsjKKSKSKSKS cant wait to see scary quarterback 4.0 student bakugo whipped for reader
same, babes omggg
big, gruff bakugo inviting you to his footy games and after parties. introducing you to his friends as a friend, but glaring at anyone who goes near you. keeping you away from the booze bc he knows how eager you are when you’re intoxicated, only for you to snap at him about how you’re nervous around so many popular people, and how being sober is making you less inclined to stay.
so he just stays with you— or are you staying with him?— finds that he likes the weight of your hand on his knee when you sit with him on a sofa, likes your hand resting in the crook of his elbow when you both head out to the backyard for beer bongs.
Likes your tongue in his mouth, your ass on his lap, your fingers in his hair as you straddle him in the backseat of his Jeep. Likes how you paw and press at him, likes how you laugh when he flips you and litters you with kisses.
Likes that you stop mid make out to ask him about his friends, about something trivial that really could have waited.
He feels content to have you asleep in his passenger seat as he drives— he didn’t drink a drop, he’s got a quiz in the morning— back to his place, chest all warm and fuzzy when he remembers you telling him that you’ll just crash at his place.
But nerves bite and gnaw at him when he recalls you’re not actually his. That you’re both just “having fun”.
He wonders what he’s actually gotta do to make you his.