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Bakugo Katsuki x reader

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Hi! This is my first ever fanfic (welcome to me making my own history and thank you for being here :’)) it’s very rough, very self indulgent, very much a blur of incoherent thoughts all struggling to make a complete story. Umm what to tell you about it, you and bestie Bakugo confessing your feelings, reader described is female and she/her pronouns mentioned, lots of cussing cause duh boom boom boy, mentions of w33d and alcohol, slightly suggestive at times, lots of cringey, cheesy, fluff. Please let me know if I’m missing or should add something! (Seriously guys pls send help🥲🙏) anywho enjoy! AND ITS COLLEGE AU! SORRY

The music was loud and blaring through the various speakers in the house, sending vibrations through your body. You were right on the dance floor, maybe five or six shots in (fuck if you could remember). Somewhere after number three is when you stopped counting. You originally didn’t plan on drinking so much, but that’s to be expected when you’re best friends with Mina. She always knew how to push your buttons and get you to loosen up a bit. Not that you needed much help, in fact, you kind of loved the little games and shenanigans you and her both pulled together and tonight is no different.

Your school beat their rival team today and the boys decided to throw a party to celebrate. That’s how you ended up at your friends’ house, home to Denki, Sero, Kirishima, Midoriya, Todoroki and your childhood best friend, Katsuki Bakugou. His parents are the main reason they live such a nice house, wanting to give him the best and set him up for success as much as they can. It was so cute and heartwarming to see how they supported him, and deep down he appreciated it even if he would tell you to “stop saying corny shit” if you brought it up.

You hadn’t seen the explosive blonde yet, but the night was still young. He was probably in the basement playing some drinking game with his teammates or making out with some new girl for the night. The idea turned your stomach. You’ve had feelings for your best friend for what feels like forever. You don’t quite know for sure when you realized you were in love with him and for the longest time you rejected those feelings (shocker) for fear that he didn’t feel the same way. You love the relationship you have and don’t want to do anything to jeopardize it, so you’ve been keeping your feelings to yourself deciding having him at all is better than nothing.

A pretty pink hand, holding yet another glass out for you brings you out of your daze. “Stop thinking so much for once and have fun girl,” she pouts at you. With a roll of your eyes you take the glass and giggle, protesting, “I am having fun. are you trying to make me black out?” She grins mischievously only saying “tits up” before downing her drunk. You quickly follow suit. She grips your shoulders and shakes you slightly, making you extra dizzy. “Y/n you’re my best friend and I want- no NEED- you to have the best time of your life. Unless you’re gonna find some balls and jump that man’s bones, I hereby order you to,” she unceremoniously burps in your face making you cringe, “get out there, shake some fucking ass and have the best. Fucking. Night. Ever! Make your future grandchildren proud!” She threw her head back to tell the last part. How she was able to get through all that is beyond you but Mina has always had a strong tolerance to alcohol, unlike you. While you felt your heart twist a little at the mention of Katsuki you decided she was right. It’s time to shake some fucking ass.

Katsuki was downstairs in the basement as predicted playing a game of cup pong with his friends. Currently him and Kirishima were getting their asses handed to them by the biggest dipshits known the man: denki and sero.

“Drink up, bakubro. Man who would’ve thought our quarterback would be so shit at beer pong?” He laughs and Bakugou wants nothing more than to slap that stupid fucking smirk off his face. He does as he’s told though after giving a tch and flipping the yellow haired boy off. “I’m not shit, dumbass, just thought I’d take it easy on you two jackoffs.” No one is convinced

“I didn’t realize you knew how to take it easy,” the black haired man on the other side of the table teased, taking a lazy hit off his blunt. He passes it to Denki.

“Yeah, I think that’s a lame excuse to cover up the fact that you keep getting distracted looking for a certain someone,” denki wiggles his eyebrows knowingly and Bakugou is seriously considering punching his face in.

“Fuck off, dunceface before I punch your shitty face in.” He gruffed. He felt his cheeks start to heat up at the mention of you. Truthfully, whether he’d want to admit it or not, he did want to see you. Was excited for a chance to glimpse at you again. Sure you both see each other and hang out all the time outside of parties but he can’t stop himself from getting giddy thinking about being with you again. How your hair always smells so sweet. How your skin always looked so soft and smooth. Your laugh that makes him feel warm and dopey inside. Or the way your eyes will focus wholly on him like nothing else matters. He didn’t know when it happened but one day he just started being softer with you. Not yelling as much when you were close, sharing his food with you when you forgot (after getting scolded and lectured for forgetting your food like a dumbass of course), complaining about doing something half heartedly when you both knew he’d comply with what you say regardless. Fuck he was whipped, huh? Not that he was complaining. Dammit he wished he grew some balls already and ask you out. He’s too scared omg Bakugou scared?? to admit his feelings for fear that you wouldn’t feel the same and reject him. He’d rather accept his unrequited love and keep his friendship with you than go fuck it up by sharing his feelings and shit. The only problem is he doesn’t want you being with anyone else. The thought of someone else holding you, making you laugh, touching you, looking at someone else in that dreamy way that’s only for him, pisses him the fuck off.

Bakugou is immediately brought back to reality by a cloud of smoke blowing in his face. He coughs a little, startled, before glaring at the idiot next to him who’s smugly watching him. “Whatcha thinking about kacchan? Could it be another wet fantasy about a certain someone getting you all worked up?” Prick. It was then that bakugou realized he had crushed his solo cup in a death grip.

“Tch. Shut the fuck up asshole before I kick your ass.” Bakugou snarled. “Fuck. I need to clean this” he mumbled to himself. “Oi! Icyhot! Get your ass over here!” The two hair colored boy in question looks up from his spot on the wall with a blank stare where he’s talking to a pretty little brunette. Then flips Katsuki off. The fuck?? That fucking bastard. He made a mental note to kick his ass too after dunceface. Midoriya comes up shortly and claps his hand on his back, “just go bro, I’ll take over.”

“Thank god!” Kirishima yells. “Finally someone manly. Was tired of paying the price for your shit playing.” Kiri let out a sharp toothed grin. God he hated his insufferable teammates sometimes. Assholes.

“You’re all gonna fucking get your sorry asses kicked later!” The angry Pom shouted before storming for the stairs. He faintly heard one of them say “ooh we’re so scared” followed by snickers as he walked away.

Getting to the stairs proved to be a bit more challenging than he expected, but honestly because of his towering 6’3 body, beefy frame, and scary repetition, the crowd parted easily for him, but not without some random extras trying to talk with him or grubby hands that definitely didn’t belong to you attempting and failing to grab hold of him. There were people all up and down the stairs but that didn’t stop him from bulldozing through. Once he reaches the top he beelines for the kitchen to wash his beer soaked hands. He’s on his way to his room to change his shirt when he emerges into the living room and sees you. His eyes widen slightly and gloss over a bit. Holy shit.

You wore a red and black football jersey that you modified to cinch your waist better and had a neckline that accentuated your chest more. Your low waisted pants hugged your ass just right and exposed the cute little belly ring you have, twin to Mina’s. It was an impulsive decision you both made one random Tuesday night that you don’t regret. He didn’t need to see the back of your jersey to know that it was his name there. Fuck he loved when you showed off his number. It made him feel like you were his.

All of a sudden he’s drunk at the sight of you. The way your hips are swaying and your body is moving. You look so angelic but somehow sinful too. He wanted nothing more than to hold your body against his, feel you grind and dance on him and show everyone that no one else is allowed to have you. He’s currently in the middle of an internal debate deciding whether or not to act on his impulses when some fucking extra comes and puts his hands on you. You don’t realize that you’ve been moved away from Mina and are now in the arms of Neito fucking Monoma, happily and carelessly dancing to the rhythm. The fuck was that dipshit doing here? He plays for the rival team they beat today. He should be somewhere fucking crying like a child and throwing a tantrum, not here in HIS home putting his filthy hands on HIS your pristine body.

It takes bakugou all of two seconds to get his feet moving. Another three and he’s standing right in front of you gently, yet firmly, pulling you out of Monomas grasp and letting you fall into his chest.

It doesn’t take you long to realize whose body you just crashed into, that familiar warmth and Smokey, caramelized scent wrapping a comforting blanket around your drunkened senses. Immediately you melt into his body. You look up, surprise lighting your eyes, and find him with the meanest, nastiest look on his face you’ve ever seen, but it’s not directed at you. Thank god. He looks really pissed as fuck. Damn. Has he always been this hot when he’s angry? I wonder if he’d ever try taking that anger out on m-

Piercing crimson eyes were staring down at you, stopping your perverted thoughts in their tracks. When did he start looking at you? Maybe you’re more fucked up than you thought, but his eyes looked softer as they gazed at you. Your cheeks started heating up under his undivided attention. You couldn’t help the dopey, stupid smile that began to split your face in two. “Katsuki!” You squealed. Youre arms circle his waist, holding him tight, while you lay your head on his surprisingly soft chest, nuzzling into him. His arms immediately came up to wrap around your shoulders, pressing you unbelievably closer to him. God you were so happy. So unapologetically happy. Maybe you’ll say fuck it and tell him you want a relationship more than just friends. At least you’ll know you tried. For now you were content.

Bakugou couldn’t help the blush that erupted on his face. His cheeks rivaling the color of his red headed friend’s hair. He had never heard a sound so sweet than the way you just said his name like he was responsible for making the sun rise everyday. He knew right then that he’d be spending the rest of his life chasing after that sound again and he has a good idea about to make it happen. He almost forgot why he was so fucking mad in the first place when you started clinging onto him like you’d melt away if you were any further apart. He just wants to hold you like this forever.

A grating noise breaks him from his bubble and he looks up, remembering exactly why he was so upset. Monoma stands there with cocky smirk on his face, his eyes scanning your body. Oh hell no.

“The fuck are you doing here asshole. First beating wasn’t enough?” A smirk danced on his face, but his voice was anything but amused. The growl and vibrations that rumbled through his chest startled you, causing you to regrettably pull away from him. You looked over your shoulder to see Neito Monoma standing right behind you looking at you in a way that made you uncomfortable. Is that who you were dancing with just now? Now that you’re thinking cap is starting to come back on, you wonder where Mina went. One minute you were dancing together, giggling like school girls and the next you were sandwiched between two really huge guys. If you weren’t so tipsy and slightly crossed, you’d probably be more concerned as to how you ended up in this situation in the first place, but how could you when the way Katsuki’s biceps moved under his sinful tight shirt was all you could focus on. You don’t even realize that you’re now looking at his back until you see hands start to grab for him. You sober up long enough to realize that the hands belong to a couple of his teammates- sero and Kirishima- holding him back. You notice his breathing turned ragged and his fists are clenched at his side. Monoma is standing a couple of feet back, cradling his jaw that’s starting to sport an ugly shade of purple. He spits out some blood mixed saliva and looks like he’s about to murder the angry headed Pom. After a brief glance at the quick assembling team of giants, he decides against starting anymore shit and just scoffs. “You’ll be fucking sorry you ever touched me asshole.”

“Get the fuck out of my house. Stay away from me and stay the fuck away from her. If I catch you even breathing the same air as her I’ll make sure that’s the last fucking breath you take, you got that shithead?” Unlike his usually loud, brash demeanor, Katsuki’s voice was deathly quiet when he said that. Even over the music you could hear every word he said. Fuck why is he so hot? you think. You shouldnt be feeling butterflies about promised death, but damn did your knees go weak at the threat. It wasn’t just any threat but one he made on your behalf. If it wasn’t for the slender pink arms holding you up you might’ve collapsed. Wait pink arms? Mina!

Her worried eyes meet yours and she looks you over making sure you’re alright. “Are you okay?” You’d never seen her so concerned before. It doesn’t sit well with you so you flash her the brightest smile you can muster and say “yep! You’re here now why wouldn’t I be?” She gives you a small smile and kisses your head. “I cant believe that bastard had the balls to show up here like that and start dancing with you of all people.” She laughs at the way your eyes bug out of your head. “What?!” Fuck so I did dance with him. You cringe at the thought and she laughs again. Now the situation with Bakugou makes sense. Shit! Where’s Bakugou?

You turn back to where you last saw him and found him staring at you, his breathing more controlled. You can tell he’s still tense. Ready to snap at a moments notice if provoked. You don’t think about what you’re doing as you walk up to him and take his hand, planning on leading him somewhere out of here. You don’t think about all the eyes that watch you two, fearing that you’ll lose your nerve if you pay them any mind. Honestly, with the way he’s looking at you right now it’s not that hard to do. He’s watching you like his life depends on it, ready to jump in head first at the first sign of trouble. You don’t notice monoma’s absence or how everyone else tries to act like nothing happened for fear of upsetting the angry blonde.

He lets you lead him to the stairs to the second floor where the boys rooms are. They each have a lock installed so no unwanted visitors find their way through their safe spaces and belongings. You of course were one of the exceptions for Katsuki’s room. He had given you the passcode to his door as soon as they moved in saying you could use it if you ever needed a place to crash or get away from extras. You’ve definitely taken him up on his offer, much to his delight, especially after finishing those so called dates with those fucking losers. One time this guy tried following you home so you showed up at the boys house who all conveniently happened to be home at the same time and waiting for you outside, making the creep think twice about his actions and ultimately giving up. Thankfully you didn’t see him after that and good thing cause Bakugou would’ve knocked his teeth in if he ever tried. He doesn’t understand why you give those shitheads the time of day anyway. Don’t you know he’s the only one for you and no one else will come fucking close to him? No of course not because he’s been too fucking scared like a wimp to confess how he truly feels for you.

You’re at his door before you know it (it wasn’t hard when everyone avoided you like the plague) entering the code and stepping inside when the light turns green. He silently follows you in and you usher him to his bed, gently pushing him to sit down. You’ve started sobering up a bit more when you saw Mina and are now fully aware that it’s just the two of you in his room. It’s not like this is a new occurrence- not by a long shot- hell you’ve even slept in his bed before on nights when being out with the girls went on longer than you expected. Other than Mina, he was your emergency go-to contact, there for you whenever you needed him even when he’d tell you to figure out your shit on your own you knew there was no weight behind his words. He always showed up for you, however you needed him.

He carefully watches you from his spot on the bed seeing you roam around his room picking out fresh comfy clothes for him to change into and gathering items to help prevent a monster hangover in the morning. Now that his adrenaline was wearing off he started feeling the beginnings of a pounding headache building behind his skull. Fuck. He wishes he could just discard his head until it went away. “Katsuki!” He blinks and realizes you’d been talking to him. He lets out a grunt of acknowledgment to which you roll your eyes. “Do you have any more water bottles in here?” He looked at his empty mini fridge remembering that he’d used his last bottle yesterday, forgetting to restock. He shook his head. “Hold on” you say and you disappear back into the loud house, presumably to go get more. He wanted to tell you not to worry about it and that he’d be fine without it, but words suddenly became too much. Why couldn’t he seem to get his shit together anymore? What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t think he drank that much but damn if he didn’t like he lost his grip on reality.

You come back moments later, fresh bottle of water in hand, to find the giant ash blonde man sprawled on his bed. He looks so peaceful and handsome like this you think. His pretty face free from its usual scowl making him look angelic in the soft glow of his rooms lamps. “Katsuki,” you whisper. You lightly nudge his leg. “Katsuki,” you repeat but a little bit louder this time. You go to give him a little jab in his side when giant hands all of a sudden grab you and pull you down. You squeal as you land on top of him. His body hard beneath your soft one, but warm. So so warm. You do your best to at his face but his arms are holding you so tight to him that it’s hard to manage. His face buried in between your neck and shoulder.

“…you.” Is all you hear when he speaks into your skin. “Katsuki I can’t understand you.” You tentatively bring your hand up to card through his hair and he nuzzles into your touch immediately. EHEHEHE internally you’re dying. How the hell is he so cute? “I need you,” he repeats. It’s still slightly muffled but you understand him clear as day this time. You freeze for a moment, hand slowly slipping from his hair. He stops you just before you pull your hand away entirely and holds onto it. His ruby red eyes bore into yours as he retreats from his hiding spot in your shoulder, looking at you intently. He had glossy, drunken eyes earlier and now he’s staring at you with such intensity and clarity in them. It’s enough to make you momentarily forget how to breathe.

“I need you.” He says again but with more confidence. “I’m tired of pretending that being your friend is enough. Tired of acting like it’s not you who I want to spend the rest of eternity with. Tired of watching you go out with fucking extras who aren’t worth your time. Tired of trying and failing to find someone who compares to even an ounce of you. Tired of fucking being the biggest dumbass to ever walk the fucking planet and missing chance after chance to tell you how I feel all because I was a scared little bitch. I’m tired of us dancing around our fucking feelings and-“ Katsuki was cut off by your lips suddenly crashing into his. They were slightly chapped, but so sinfully soft. When’s the last time you heard him ramble like that? Doesn’t matter. All you can think about is his lips on yours and his proclamation of wanting- no needing- you. How long had you been dreaming of this moment?

He gently rolled the both of you so you were under him. One of his hands came to hold your face while the other gripped your exposed waist. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you. You lightly tug at the hairs on the base of his neck causing him to softly moan. You can’t help but smirk at the sound, already thinking about all the other noises he might make for you. Buuut that’s for another time.

Much to his your dismay, you pull away from him. As much as you wanted to jump his bones and take him for all he was worth (he definitely wasn’t opposed to the idea) you knew this wasn’t the time. You could get to that later. You had eternity after all, right?

You’re both panting, catching your breath, when Katsuki places a chaste kiss to your cheek. You give him a sweet smile that has him falling for you all over again. You motion for him to get off and soon pulls you up with him. He watches you grab the clothes you chose for him earlier- shorts and his signature black skull shirt- and lets you place them in his awaiting hands. “Strip.” Is all you say. A cocky smirk graces his handsome face and you have a sudden urge to smack it off of him. You roll your eyes. “Just change you idiot,” you giggle.

He shakes his head, that smirk still there. “Nah I’m good.” You narrow your eyes and pout at him.

“Why not?” You ask, arms crossed.

“Because I sleep in my underwear dumbass.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Hmm. I guess that’s fair you think.

His voice is teasing. “Here. Strip.” You stare at the clothes presented before you.

“Fine.” Bastard. One minute he’s declaring his feelings for you, making you weak in the knees, the next you wanna body slam him.

You go to the bathroom and change, suddenly a little nervous about him watching you. When you finally emerge his eyes nearly fall out of his head along with his tongue. The hem falls just below the top of your thighs and you look so fucking cute like a mini version of him. He immediately notices you left the shorts. You look at him and shrug. “You go to bed in your underwear, I go with a shirt but also underwear if that wasn’t clear.”

“Here” you hand him the glass of water and some meds to help lessen the hangover effects. He surprisingly complies and you do the same thing. You brought crackers and a granola bar for you both to eat. Hoping to soak up some of what was in your system.

Sitting criss crossed facing each other on his bed, him at the head, you both munch quietly in peace until he clears his throat, catching your attention. Looking at him expectantly, you wait to hear what he has to say.

“So.. about what happened earlier and what I said..” he’s not looking you but rather focusing on the wrapper in your hand. Raising an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t continue, you drawl out, “yees.” When he continues avoiding eye contact you realize it’s cause he’s shy. Holy shit. Bakugou Katsuki is shy? Omg he’s so cute I just wanna squeeze his pouty face and kiss him. You don’t though :( not right now at least.

“Oi stop staring at me like that creep. Can’t fucking concentrate,” he mutters. Shit when did talking become so hard? And why the hell was he so fucking nervous. He’s always been confident, even if he didn’t particularly feel like it at times. Hell, he didn’t even feel this way for championship games. That’s because he knew this wasn’t a game. This was a serious matter and something so important to him he doesn’t want to fuck it up.

“I need you too.” His head nearly snaps off from how fast he turned to you. You keep going. “I need you in my life, more than a friend, and I was trying in vain making myself believe otherwise. I didn’t think there was a possibility of something more between us, didn’t think that was something you’d want. So, I tried distracting myself. Going on stupid dates, talking to random people and seeing how and if they compared to you too. No one ever did, of course,” you say softly.

You look at him and he feels his breath slip away for a moment. You’re looking at him again like he just made the sun rise in the west. Like he was one of the seven wonders of the world you just had to experience and explore. You looked at him like he held the world in his hands and as far as he’s concerned, once he’s holding you again he will be. “I’d like that… spending eternity with you I mean” you finish when he gives you a confused look.

He flashes you that signature smirk of his that usually meant trouble. “Eternity, huh? I guess I wouldn’t mind putting up with your annoying ass for that long.” He laughs when you lean over to smack his shoulder. “Asshole,” you saying jokingly. He grabs your hand again and pulls you into him, leaning you both back against his pillows. You melt into him without hesitation, immediately finding ease and comfort. Amusement still danced in his eyes as he kissed your nose. “I’ll only ever want you, dumbass.”

“Damn straight.”

You giggled when he starts pushing you off of him, rolling his eyes. “No! Wait, I was kidding!” You laugh.

“What I fuckin’ thought,” but he’s smiling too. Soon you’re snuggling deeper into his chest, his arms locking you in place. He hears your breathing start getting more even and heavy, easily being lulled to sleep by his warmth and the feeling of his heartbeat. You don’t even fully register the chaos of the party still going on outside of your little bubble.

He looks down at you and watches as sleep slowly overtakes you, his hands mindlessly drawing on your back. He kisses your forehead and he can’t believe how long it took him to get to this point with you. He wasted too much time before and now he’s ready to make up for it. “I love you,” he whispers.

Before he joins you in dreamland he can’t help but veryyy briefly think thank god for Neito fucking Monoma’s dumbass.

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