Picture fem Bakugo watching as you get mistreated by your partner. They ghost you, turn down dates to ignore you, talk down to you, and she’s pretty sure they’re cheating on you! It makes her blood boil, you’re too perfect to be treated like trash. So, the next time you invite her out to something you clearly saved up for that they would have enjoyed, some dull ass club, she makes sure to dance with you. Make you feel as beautiful as you are on the dance floor, her hands on your waist, your hands in her hair, your lips together.
You both wake up with a bunch of missed calls and texts from your now ex partner, Bakugo sent a nice picture of you asleep on her shoulder CLEARLY naked and a bit messed up.
It’s not her fault if he’s so trashy that you were easy to steal from him. Not her fault if that boring ass club happened to have a decent bartender on shift and a dj willing to take requests. It’s not her fault when her pretty baby looked so ready to be taken home by someone who knows how to treat and fuck her right.
Now, it is her fault you woke up sore with vivid memories of why. It’s her fault you have hickeys on your neck and can’t seem to remember what’s-his-face’s name.
Your fault that she has scratch marks down her back because she decided to make you a little pillow princess for the night and spoiled you rotten.
And that’s when your phone rings again and you remember you have, well had, a boyfriend.
You send him to voicemail 3 times adding to the already ridiculous amount of missed calls and messages he’s sent, the fourth she answered for you because you were a little too busy taking her strap to say hello.
“Listen to her, you really think she wants to deal with your bitch ass when she has me now? Now stop calling her, we’re busy”
