1, 10, 12 from your prompt list with bakugo x reader? maybe the reader went on a date and it ended horribly, like the person was a creep or hurt her or something and she called bakugo and he was being an asshole as per usual?? it can be platonic! thanks, sorry to bother you
You didn’t bother me at all!!!!! Thank you for requesting and being pacient! Isaw your other note about just doing two, but I went ahead and did the three :) hope that was ok! Hope you like it! I loved how well these went together!
Bakugou x pro!fem!reader
Bad date
“Can you please come and get me?”
“Forget it, your a fucking asshole”
“Can we just go home?”
Warnings: cursing, vary little suggestive themes
Word count: 2674
Bakugou walked up the steps to your apartment, the familiar, yet annoying, giddiness beginning to set in his stomach. Once he saw your door, he mindlessly began to brush off any possible dirt off his t-shirt and sweats, running a hand through his hair to make it more fluffy, then stopped. Why the hell did he always do that when he was about to see you? He shook his head, cursing the rising heat that was soon to set on his cheeks. Damn it, why’d you always have to make him feel such weird shit?
He took out his keys, flipping through the multiple ones until he found yours. He opened the door, knocking on it before completely walking in “it’s Bakugou” he shouted, making you aware of his presence. He stepped in, shutting it behind him and looked around, the place, clean as usual, but the sink loaded with dirty dishes.
“Tch,” he walked over to the pile, rolling up his sleeves and began to work.
You heard the noise from the kitchen, getting up from your vanity and curiously peeking your head out of your room “eek!” You blushed perfidiously, running back in your room and putting on your robe. You finally walked out, sneaking up behind him and tapping his shoulder as your passed by and grabbed a drink from the fridge “I didn’t know you were stopping by”
He stiffened a little at your touch “I shouted when I walked in” he turned around, looking at your back side as you rummaged through the fridge, his eyes trailed down to your legs, the robe your wore ending just a few inches below your thighs “ahem” he cleared his throat, suddenly feeling his chest tighten a bit.
You turned around, meeting his eyes “thank for doing the dishes, but I was going to do them when I got back” you quirked an eyebrow, taking a sip of your drink.
“Fuck you, I wanna do em. And I thought you weren’t patrolling today?”
“O-oh” you scratched the back of your neck “I’m not, I’m going...on a date”
He stilled, his heart clenching and frowned “why?”
“Am I not allowed to date?”
His frown deepened
“I’m kidding, it’s just with someone my mom suggested, one of her friends sons. Said something about needing to get out more” you rolled your eyes at the last sentence
He followed you back to your room, sitting on the edge of your bed as you went to your bathroom and got changed “I thought you hated dates...and people” he committed, something that you both disliked.
You chuckled “yeah, I’m not a fan of dates, nor am I a fan of people I don’t know-“ you opened the door “think this is ok?” You motioned to your dress, small blush tinting you’re features.
He thanked for the dim lighting in the room, feeling his heart leap, his face became a blushing mess. Shit. You looked pretty-scratch that, you looked fucking stunning. “I-y-yeah” he looked away, pouting “looks fine”
He wouldn’t mind if you dressed like that for him...he could get used to seeing you in dresses.
“That’s good” you sighed, reaching for your shoes “pffft why are you pouting” you snickered
His pout grew, quickly becoming angry at the thought of some low life seeing you look like this. He only wished you would be going on the date with him and not some extra. Hell, he could have sworn you at least you returned his feelings a little, guess fucking not if you were going out with someone else.
You made your way toward the blond, beginning to play with his hair “aww don’t be sad, I’ll be back soon and we can rent a mo-“ he slapped your hand away, getting up and leaving you in the room. You quirked an eyebrow, he never let you stop once you played with his hair. You followed him out your room, watching him slip back on his own shoes “katsuki? Where you going?”
“Home” he opened the door, only for you too grab the end of his shirt, he turned around “what”
“Are you mad at me?”
He bit his lip, he didn’t want to be mad at you, he wasn’t. He was mad that you were letting some douche bag be more important than him “no” he shut the door, leaving you in the door way, utterly confused.
—
You waited in the front of your building, Kei’s car driving up. He got out of the car, coming over to you with a big smile on his face. You admit that he was hansom, he towered over you and he was built. He greeted you, opening the door and helping you in. You couldn’t lie that it warmed your heart.
Once in the car, you attempted to make conversation, trying to lighten the mood, except he only nodded, smiling along. You eventually became quiet, deciding maybe he didn’t want to talk. You leaned back, closing your eyes and enjoying the ride until you made it to the theater.
Maybe katsuki would want to watch a movie at your house after, then you could actually relax in comfy clothes and spend some time with him. Your cheeks heated up at the thought, you smiled. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a hand graze your thigh, the feeling making you tense and blush more. You slowly looked back at kei, who had his eyes on the road but his free hand was dangerously close to your legs.
“Oops! Sorry I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s fine!” You squeaked, grabbing the ends of your dress and pulling it down as far as it would go.
He glanced over to you, you could feel his eyes on you, not daring to look back “I like that dress on you” he stated, smirk playing on his lips “looks nice”
You gulped, it was a complement, but it just felt weird. You mumbled a thank you, the rest of the drive was quiet, except for his hand occasionally getting closer to you and his eyes going lower with each glance.
You visibly sank lower into your seat when the two of you pulled up to the theater. He again opened the door for you and offered his hand, you hesitantly took it, letting him help you out of the car before he closed it, removing his hand from yours and moving it to the small of your back. You stepped away a little, trying to give yourself some space, but each time you did, he just asked why you were being so shy, that he wouldn’t bite, all the while giving you that annoying ass smirk.
You were shaking, cold but mostly nervous, a bit scared too. You were a rising hero, you shouldn’t be frightened of this guy, yes he was taller and much larger than you, but you were stronger, heck, you could beat Bakugou in a fight. So why did kei intimidate you so much? You swallowed thickly as you sat down, the male sitting right next to you, hand again finding it’s was to the hem of your dress. You stilled, closing your eyes while the movie played, each minute his hand being higher and higher than before. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes, he was making you fell so weak, so vulnerable, your bottom lip began to quiver a little. Pathetic, you thought, just tell him to stop, but no words came out. You froze, his other arm slinging around your shoulder as he leaned down to whisper in your ear, hand sliding to your chest and the other further up your thigh.
“Having fun?” He asked. You could hear him smirking.
His hand hiked all the way up your dress now, other grouping at your breast. You felt the tears fall to your cheeks, you bit the inside of your lip, grabbing the hand on your thigh and pulled it off you “N-no!” You shouted, you didn’t care about the others looking or scolding your for interrupting. You wanted out of there. You wanted away from him.
You ran to the bathroom, unable to stop the tears that threatened to fall with each second, your chest ached and you trembled. You wanted out. You wanted away from him and this stupid building. You looked in your purse, rummaging around to look for your wallet. Nothing. You weren’t exactly close to your house, you didn’t have any money to take the train and your card was in your wallet. You sucked in a breath, composing your self and took out your phone.
—
Bakugou huffed, taking the weight and lifting it back above his head while kirishima spotted him from behind. Bakugou lifted it again, letting it back down with a growl and set it back on the stand. Kirishima took the opportunity to place his hands on his friends shoulders playfully “you seem tense” he teased. The ash-blond jerked away, standing up and stomping over to his locker, the red just behind him.
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Fuck off” he seethed, walking over to the punching bag, Kiri still behind him.
“Where’s (y/n)? Normally you work out together.”
Bakugou punched the bag harder, the stand falling over with a loud thud, making the red jump.
“On a fucking date” he snarled
Kirishima’s slightly scared expression quickly turned into a smirk “oooohhhhh, that’s why your on edge, your little crush is going out with someone else~”
Bakugou whipped around “yeah! She fucking is! And it’s really fucking annoying!” He shouted, causing a few heads to turn “she seemed so casual about it too- like it didn’t matter-“
-Ring-
His ears perked, taking out his phone from his pocket, seeing your name flash across the screen. He glared at the devise, pressing decline. It only rang again, your name back on the screen seconds later, again ignoring the call.
“Dude, your not going to answer it?” Kirishima asked, his own phone suddenly ringing. He picked it up “hey (y/n)!” He smiled, dodging bakugou from taking the phone “yeah he’s right here-“ he handed it to Katsuki, the blond growling and snatching the phone away from him, holding it to his ear.
“What” he hissed
“Katsuki?”
His glare faltered, you voice sounded...upset?...no, why the hell would you be upset if you were on a great date with a great fucking extra, he clenched his fist “what the hell do you want?”
you were taken back by his tone, it was full on venom “u-um-“
“Spit it out already, I don’t have all fucking day-“
“Can you come and get me? Please?” you quickly mumbled
“Huh?” He couldn’t hear you, you repeated it a bit more loudly “what? Fuck no”
Your brows knitted together in frustration “just- please?”
“Why the hell ask me? Why not your new boyfriend?” He hissed again
Your mouth hung open at the response, choosing to keep your composer, but it wouldn’t last long with how he was talking to you “I’m just asking if you can drive a little to come get me, I’ll return the favor-“
“Oh fuck you- just take the train or some shit-“
“I don’t have my wallet!” You shouted back, tears springing at your eyes
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have fucking left it at your house like an idiot!”
You couldn’t believe him right now, your face becoming hot and seethed back while you almost sobbed “never mind” you nearly whispered, voice low and defeated “forget it, your a fucking asshole”
“w-wait- (y/-“ but you’d already hung up. He cursed himself, looking back at his phone to call you back, but saw a voice mail you left him from the first call, he pressed it.
“K-katsuki?” You croaked, voice weak and broken. Had you been crying? “I-um could you maybe pick me up, I-I forgot my wallet and can’t get home unless I walk and-well it’s kinda far...um...kei-the guy who took me was” you shuddered “he was- touching me...I just-...n-never mind, call me back when you can-“
It ended. His heart sank. Fuck, he messed up. He gathered his things, grabbing his duffel bag and headed out the door, ignoring his friends questions.
—
He showed up at the theater, stepping inside when he saw a man furiously walking down the hall, shouting your name. This must have been the shitty extra. His anger skyrocketed, his face absolutely red in rage. This man had hurt you. Well now katsuki was about to return the favor.
He walked toward him, Kei stopping and starting back at Bakugou.
“Hey man,” kei began as if they were friends “have you seen a woman, about this tall, (h/c) hair,” he brought his hand to his mouth, as if he was telling a secret “sexy as fuck, like seriously, I swear I was about to get a good night but then she ran off-“
Yeah no. Bakugou punched him square in the jaw, the other male doubling over and holding his face. Katsuki didn’t give him time to breath, taking the collar of his jacket and pushing him against the wall “listen here you little shit, your going to tell me where she went and then stay far, far away from her. Got it? Cause if I see your shitty ass face again Or anywhere near her, I will blow your ass into next week” he snarled
The man visibly began to shake, shaking his head frantically “i-I don’t know man! She just stormed out!”
The blond dropped him, letting kei fall to the ground and scramble away. He looked everywhere, walking back into the theater you were in and never down every hall, until he head sniffles from the woman’s bathrooms, it was your voice. He opened the door, not giving two shits it was the woman’s bathroom. He still didn’t see you, instead seeing a similar set of shoes under a stall door. He stood by it.
“(Y/n)?” he said softly, the sound even surprising himself “hey, come out”
He watched the door slowly open, revealing your head facing down, looking toward the ground, avoiding his gaze. He frowned.
“Hey” he said again, voice still low
You looked up, your red blood shot eyes meeting his. His jaw clenched, chest dropping at the sight of your previously tear stained face. He didn’t say anything, instead bringing you into a hug and rested his head on top of yours, rubbing your back.
“M’ sorry” he mumbled
You slowly felt the lump come back up your throat, breath hitching and quietly cried, tightening your hand into fist and balling up his jacket.
“I-I’m sorry” you laughed a little “this is pretty pathetic as a pro hero-“
“No it’s not” he mumbled “fuck that guy- he shouldn’t have made you feel this way...”
“Can we just go home?” You asked
He pulled away, taking off his coat and wrapping it around you before smirking and picking you up as if you were a feather, you squeaked, instinctively wrapping your legs around his torso as he walked out the bathroom and the theater. Once you reached his car, he leaned you against it.
“You ok?” He asked. You nodded, letting you down and helped you in the car.
“I’m glad that’s over” you breathed, leaning back against the seat and wrapped his jacket closer around you and snuggling into it, eyes fluttering shut. He leaned over, pushing your head playfully
“fuck that,”
You re-opened your eyes, looking at him questionably.
He couldn’t help the blush that painted his cheeks and ears with his next words “dates not over cause I’m finishing it.” He kept his eyes on the road, refusing to meet your own “can’t just let you go back home when you dressed so beautiful for a night out” me mumbled, hesitantly looking back at you.
You smiled, making his heart race “sounds good” you said simply.
Bonus:
You reached over, taking your fork and stealing a piece of katsuki’s cake, plopping it in tour mouth
“Damn it woman! You have your own!”
“I know, but I like how yours taste”you said in between chews
“Maybe you should have gotten the chocolate one then!”
—
You reached over again when you thought he wasn’t looking, eyes focused on the delicious cake and not on the blond grabbing your arm and planting a kiss on your lips.
You looked back at him, blushing. He licked his lips, smirking at you “you taste better”
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