C R I M I N A L | K. Bakugo x Reader

Chapter 34

I swallow down some of Mitsuki's amazing spicy ramen and hum in approval.
"This is so good" i compliment her cooking.
"I'm surprised you don't die from over-spice you weak bitch" he jokes.
"You'd be wrong in calling me weak and we both know that" i smirk, knowing i beat his ass 3 times without even trying.

We continue eating, loving our food.
"Hey, hey, feed me like a baby bird" he laughs and leans his head back.
"You're just as much of a weirdo as me when you let yourself be" I chuckle at his pose.
I take his chopsticks and pick up some ramen before dangling it over his mouth. I drop the ramen and he catches it with his teeth.

"Oi, you two stop it before one of you chokes" Mitsuki shakes her head in disapproval as she wipes down the kitchen counter.
Bakugo sits up and makes eye contact with me as he licks his lips.
As my cheeks become warm he lets out a loud laugh "Are you nervous, Y/N? Because you're very red right now"
"Probably the spice" I roll my eyes and shove his face with my hand.
"Yeah, yeah"

This motherfucker is so bold.

"Do it again"
"What? Is it a kink of yours or something? Bird-suki" i snort as he leans back again.
He almost chokes on the ramen this time from my joke and i throw my head back, laughing loudly.
"DONT LAUGH I COULDVE DIED"
"Don't be so dramatic, bird-suki" I tease "Or should i call you baby, since you're a baby bird"

Now he's the one turning red and i smile proudly having turned the situation on its head so i'm the one who's teasing.

"I'm going to need some wine" Mitsuki sighs from across the kitchen.
We both pause and exchange looks before getting back to eating in silence, embarrassment washing over us. After dinner he takes me to his garage to show me his drums.

I stare at the drum kit in awe and he lets a smug look paint over his features. He sits down and picks up his drum sticks "what do you want to hear"
"I don't care! Just play!" I look at him with excitement. He begins to play and i'm not even paying attention to the song, i'm just watching him in amazement.

I gape at him and he snorts. After he played a whole song he puts down his drum sticks "i'm cool as fuck, i know"
"Is there anything you can't do?"
"I can't dance, but i know a bit of Salsa" he shrugs.
"See, i can't even do that" i shake my head, chuckling under my breath.
"I can teach you a basic On1 timing step" He stands from the stool, walking over to me.
"I'll step on your toes. I'm the owner of two left feet" I scratch my head as he gets closer.

"At least let me try to teach you" he sighs and takes my hands, pulling me towards him. I yelp at the sudden momentum. His hands are sweaty but that's to be expected with his quirk.
"Okay, arms" he mutters as he places one of my hands on his shoulders and remains holding my hand with the other. "Lift your elbow up" he uses his free hand to tap the arm of the hand that's rested on his shoulder.
I nod, chewing my lip nervously. His hand finds my waist and i freeze up at his touch. It sends tingles through my entire body.
"This is how it should be, alright?"
He catches my attention and i look him in the eye awkwardly and nod again.

He steps away "now watch my feet"
I snort "foot fetish"
"Ha ha you're so funny" he tries to hide his smile.
He begins to step backwards with his left foot before bringing it back in, then steps forward with his right before bringing that foot in. This repeats.
"But you'll be doing the opposite"

I blink at him, confusion written all over my face. He laughs lightly and turns so that he's facing the way i'm facing. "Copy me" This time, he steps forward with his right foot, bringing it in, steps back with his left foot, bringing it in.
I copy his movements, slowly picking up the step but not quite getting it right.
He watches me and holds back a laugh.
"Don't laugh at me" i whine, pouting my lips.

"Alright, alright hang on this might help" He walks around me before pushing up behind me. I instantly feel my face head up as my entire body tenses.
"No, no it doesn't help" i squeak out.
"I haven't even started yet" he laughs, taking a hold of my right hand and moving my other so it's on my waist to which his own gets placed on top of.
"Okay now go, don't worry if you step on me"
I sigh, worried that i'll step on him.

I step forward with my right foot and he does the same. Ohhh it's to help me with timing.
We begin to step back and forth as he guides me. Eventually he steps away and i find myself longing for his warmth.
"You want to try it properly?"
"Su- Sure" i stammer out and flick some hair out of my face.

He pulls out his phone, probably in search for some music. He clicks on one and Sway by Michael Bublé starts to play.

He pulls me in, his hand sliding into mine and the other finding my waist once more as mine finds his shoulder.
"Elbow" he reminds me and i lift up my elbow.
"Ready? 5, 6, 7, 8"
We take the first step but i go to late and we both let out a laugh "let's try that again"
I nod.
"5, 6, 7, 8"

I manage to get the timing right and we actually begin to salsa. I stare down at my feet "I'm doing it"
"Yes, now look up at me"
I meet eyes with him and he smirks as we continue to dance.
"Good" he mumbles lowly "now closer"
I feel my heart racing as he pulls me in, our chests brushing against each other.
He's so close i can feel his hot breath on me.
I glance away.
"Hey, eyes up here, it's a sophisticated dance" he smirks at my reaction to everything he does. I lock my eyes back on his hesitantly and my stomach does a billion somersaults.

"Perfect" he stops our movements and begins to lean down but i turn my head away again, dodging his kiss for the second time today. He lets out a disappointed sigh and steps away, pausing the music and putting away his phone in his pocket.
"I should go home" i say quietly.
"I agree"
I'm slightly stunned by his response but i guess it's to be expected.
"Thanks for having me"
"mhm, anytime" he grunts and wipes down his palms.

I clear my throat awkwardly and follow him out of the garage.
Once i had put on my shoes, he swings the front door open. I'm about to step outside but he tugs me backwards into a hug. I cringe since i'm not a hug-person but for some reason i don't mind his. I wrap my arms around him too, melting into him.
"Bye"
"See you at camp" I say into his white uniform shirt.
"Facetime me" he grumbles and pushes me off, shooing me towards the door.
"I will. Later Alligator" i salute
"don't say that again" he smirks.
"Later alligator" I stick my middle finger up at him.
"Bye"
"Bye"
"okay, bye" he shuts the front door and i smile to myself, my face flushing.