the morning after a ‘one night stand’ with pro! hero katsuki bakugo
this wasn’t normal for you.
one night stands weren’t really your thing. but last night seemed to be the exception.
it was a girls night, or at least it was supposed to be. your best friends were running late while you were at the bar, alone for several hours. then you got the annoying text about a rain check, leaving you to look like a loser with no friends at a crowded bar on a friday night.
but you decided to make the most of it. you would’ve called an uber anyway, so why not have fun? you ordered several drinks that tasted too sweet but went down super easy. the music and dj were very lively that you just had to let your hair down and dance.
hell, you even made up for the lack of friends by meeting other people on the dance floor that seemed like a good time. they were all close knit friends that had mentioned they had know each other since high school. their jokes and vibe were so infectious, it was hard not to enjoy their company.
after you approached the bar for the third time, you noticed an attractive blonde man talking to the group of friends you had just bonded with. he kept pushing the man with red hair away from his face after he seemed way too intoxicated.
you giggled at their interaction that it ripped the blonde man’s attention from his friend toward you. he took you in, and noticed that his friends were all over you, begging and pulling your arm to get you to dance with them. your head was feeling fuzzy so were feeling tipsy.
he happened to be your savior as he, tipsy as well, maneuvers his drunk friends away from you so you could catch some air. that’s what started what felt like such a long conversation.
he was so handsome and one thing led to another…
so that’s what led you to wake up in someone’s bed in the morning, blankets and comforter covering your bare chest and you were only in your lacey underwear. you turn toward the side and see the side profile of the guy from the bar, his are chest slowly rising as he was still asleep.
you look down and noticed that his arm was wrapped around you, you both were entangled with each other. a soft blush crept on your face at the intimate moment and you bite your lip.
but then you turn concerned. what do you do now? this was foreign to you, did you have to leave since you were the first one up and it was his apartment you ended up in? do you wake up him and ask him for a ride home?
your mind was racing, half with anxiety and half with the remnants of a hangover. you look over toward the dresser on the side of the bedroom and noticed your clothes were thrown over the mirror. your phone was on the nightstand and vibrated every couple of minutes.
you slowly turn your body to check and noticed you had several missed calls and texts. mostly from your friends wondering where you were. considering that they ditched you last night, it would be funny to keep them in suspense for a couple more hours.
now back to your current predicament. safest bet was to just carefully remove the grip he had on you and just gather your things quietly. maybe it was best if you just left before he woke up. avoided any awkwardness or questions about what the hell this meant.
which sucked.
you actually kinda liked him. he was grumpy at first sure, but after all that he was a pretty cool guy. hot as hell of course, and most definitely the best sex you’ve had in a long ass time.
as you softly remove his arm away from your body, you quickly freeze when he slowly stirs from the touch. that was your sign to quickly grab your things and get the hell out of there. before you could even get out of the bed though, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and your breath hitched.
“you leavin’?” his gruff morning voice asks and you turn your head to face him. you give a small nod but you don’t leave just yet.
“i just…” you start to find the words, “i didn’t want to overstay my welcome.”
he chuckles before intertwining your hand with his. “what? you married or somethin’?”
“ew, no.” you scrunch up your nose and he laughs softly at your expression. “i mean not that marriage is bad, it’s just. i wouldn’t do this if i was married. hell, i don’t even do this, at all.”
your honest answer makes him sit up, the blanket falling toward his hips, showcasing a glimpse of his hipbone, signaling he was full on naked.
he nods but keeps your hands together. “me neither. last night was the first.”
“same here.” you agree and smile while he runs his finger against the back of your hand. “was it good? for you.”
he raised an eyebrow and noticed how intrigued you were in his answer. “it was alright i guess.”
you gasp and hit his chest. “asshole!”
he catches your arm as you tried to hit him again and pulls you on top of him. you straddle his waist as he places messy hairs away from your face.
“chill, sweets. it was more than good. really good, actually.”
you smile confidently and toss your hair. “i’m glad you thought so. you were alright, i guess.”
he pushes your body away and you land back on the side of the bed with a giggle.
“so,” you rest yourself up by your arm, “this might be embarrassing, but i’m kinda blanking on your name right now.”
crazy how you seemed to be comfortable with your one night stand and yet you didn’t even remember his damn name. very lame.
he doesn’t seem to take offense though, just answers your question nonchalantly. “katsuki. katsuki bakugo.”
your cheeks flare up and your hands fly toward your lips. “katsuki bakugo, as in the fucking pro hero?!”
“oh, you’ve heard of me?”
grabbing the pillow near you and chucking it at his head, you were internally freaking out. you had slept with the number five pro hero.
“yes, dumbass! oh my god, you’re like on the news all the time! i didn’t even recognize you without the mask and outfit.” you wanted to knock your head off by slamming it into a wall or something. how could you be so stupid.
katsuki shrugs and catches the thrown pillow. “figured you just didnt know me or just didn’t care. either way, i respected it.”
“i wouldn’t have thrown myself at you if i had known.” you meekly reply, hugging your knees towards your openly bare chest. “i’m not like a stalker, fan girl.”
“oh i know you aren’t. i can actually stand you.” katsuki counters. finally getting off of his bed and throwing on nearby boxers and pajama pants on.
following his lead, you find your discarded bra on the floor and proceed to put it on. you had no other option but to find your club shirt you had on the other night but katsuki stops you.
he holds his hand up and looks through one of his drawers. he finally picks out a shirt of his and walks over toward you. katsuki offers it to you coolly.
“oh, you don’t have to, i can wear what i brought.” you quickly decline but he insists.
“that shirt doesn’t look comfortable. here, just wear it.” he practically shoves the shirt over your head. the move makes you giggle and swat his hands away, finishing pouring the shirt on yourself.
you blush. “thanks, so” you awkwardly look around as you both were just staring at each other in the middle of his gigantic bedroom. “what do we do know? as i mentioned, i’m kinda a newbie to the whole one night stand thing.”
katsuki rolls his eyes but lets a smile creep up. “first off, don’t call it a one night stand, i hate that shit. second, i’m makin’ breakfast, you comin’?”
it was more of a push than an invitation, and before you could even come up with a response, katsuki was already walking toward the kitchen. you think for a second about your situation, and what could possibly be the right move.
but you would be stupid to not have breakfast with a hot pro hero you were kinda crushing on?
you follow behind after grabbing your phone and noticed katsuki turning on the stove as the living room tv was playing the news on low volume like white noise. you carefully take in the nice apartment, obviously because of his profession, he could afford a fancy place like this. you take a seat on the kitchen island where you had a perfect view of the pro hero’s back muscles as he cracked some eggs.
“what’s it like being a pro hero?” you start the conversation as you quickly text your girlfriends that you were fine and would catch them up another day.
katsuki shrugs, never taking his eyes from the stove as he grabbed spices from a nearby cabinet. “intense? i guess. i mean i’m usually workin’ from night til’ dawn then get a couple hours of sleep, then head to trainin’.”
all of it sounded exhausting as you winced. “don’t you ever get a break?”
“eh, sometimes. last night was my first break in months.” he recalls. “for all of us actually.”
all of us? you then remembered he wasn’t alone at the bar that night. he was surrounded by a group of friends, and by how hard they partied, it made sense that was their first day off in a while.
“ah yes your friends.” you recount with a smile. “the blonde guy kept challenging me to a twerk off.”
katsuki groans and slaps his forehead. “fucking charger, i swear.”
you laugh at the nickname and play with your fingers, trying to figure out what else to say.
“must be hard to have a social life, huh.” you comment with a sad expression.
but katsuki remained expressionless and went back to focusing on cooking. “was never really important to me.”
the scent of eggs filled the kitchen as you decided to hop off the stool and make your way towards him. he turned to look at you.
hair still effortlessly pretty from the night before, his shirt fitting you a little big and yet he could still see your figure, and your pink panties peeking out ever so slightly every time you raised your arms.
you were perfect. beautiful. when he saw you at the bar, for the first time in his entire life, he could say he was smitten. he must’ve made a tipsy comment toward kirishima or something to make them befriend you and push you toward him.
he was actually kinda glad if that’s how it happened.
but the scary part was, he didn’t want it to end. usually in movies and stories from others, a one night stand was always meant to end and the two never see each other again.
katsuki, surprisingly, didn’t want that.
“so no girlfriend?” you cheekingly ask, snapping him back to reality.
he smirks and lifts your chin up with his finger. “you think i’d sleep with you if i did?”
you turn red at the implication and retract. “no of course not! i was just curious.”
you help him plate the delicious looking spread he whipped up rather quickly and sat next to each other effortlessly without another word.
“so no boyfriend then?” katsuki speaks first and you poke your food with your fork.
shaking your head, you take a big bite of the eggs and instantly fell in love.
“nope, never met the right guy.” you quickly say.
thank god, katsuki thinks.
the breakfast conversation was nice and light, more of getting to know each other before it settled into comforting silence. you finished your breakfast first and thanked him for the delicious food. katsuki finishes right after and proceeds to take your plate into the sink.
after breakfast was done, you realized there was nothing really keeping you in katsuki’s apartment anymore. and yet, you didn’t want to leave.
he was nice company to have and you would be lying if you said you were a little disappointed there was no continuation of the previous night.
“well, i guess i should get going then.” you declare with a small hint of hesitation. but you didn’t want to seem desperate. for all you knew, katsuki was just being polite and now wanted you the hell out of his home.
as you proceed to gather your things, katsuki slowly trailed behind you like a shadow. he finally rests his body against the bedroom doorframe, watching you.
“i can drive you home.” he offers, you take it as him just being nice.
you shake your head. “no please, you’ve done more than enough. thank you. i don’t want to keep you from anything.”
“you’re not.” katsuki insists but your internal dialogue was not allowing you to bother this nice, attractive pro hero.
“but i am, you’re a busy pro hero, you don’t have time for this, and you can just forget about me and this tomorrow…”
he cuts off your spiraling by pressing his lips against yours. the impact surprised you that you fell backwards onto his bed, with his body on top of yours.
your hands found their way instinctively in his hair, practically pushing his face towards yours. his hands were on your waist, going under his shirt and playing around with your lacy bra.
it had only been a night and it was supposed to be one and done.
but you wanted katsuki, you craved him. the thought of going your separate ways and then seeing him on the news with another girl made you sick.
finally, you both pull away, your heavy breathing mirroring his.
“was that a goodbye kiss?” you joke as katsuki genuinely chuckles.
“nah, it’s a ‘stay and let me take you on a date’ kiss.” he confidently says.
before you could say yes, a heavy knock hits his front door as you both look at each other curiously.
katsuki waits for a second, hoping it was just a package delivery or something but when another, quicker knock came forward, he groans. he pulls you up with him and walks over toward the door.
“this better be good.” he growls as he opens the door and there stood the blonde guy from last night with a nervous grin.
“hey kachaan!” he greeted with a voice crack. “just came to see if you were as hungover as me and kiri. you weren’t answering your phone.”
katsuki massages his forehead at his friend, his other hand still holding yours as you slowly hid behind the door.
“i’m busy.” katsuki mutters through gritted teeth. his face made you giggle.
kaminari quickly took notice of the female laugh heard from inside and gives katsuki an evil grin.
“you got company, bakugo? you sly dog!” he slaps katsuki’s chest. “alas, i wish it was that girl i was dancing with last night. she was so pretty and nice and fun, and you clearly liked her and…”
at your description, katsuki pushes open the door wider revealing you, flushed face with katsuki’s shirt over your body. once kaminari sees you, you give him a sheepish grin and wave.
“hi, we haven’t formerly met, i’m y/n.”
you extend your hand to shake his but kaminari’s eyes go wide before he sprints down toward the end of the hallway where it seemed more of katsuki’s friends were waiting.
“guys! he got her! they slept together! she’s in his apartment! operation: get katsuki his dream girl is completed!” he screams at the top of his lungs.
“are they always like that?” you ask katsuki through fits of giggles.
katsuki sighs in defeat and smiles. “yeah, get used to it, sweets. i ain’t letting a girl like you get away.”
