Man-Whore Neighbor | BakuDeku .𝟐 ✔

Chapter 31: His Sweet Side

No one's perspective

Three days later, we found Bakugou and Izuku at the blond's apartment, cuddling and keeping each other company in Bakugou's bed. 

"Babe, could you please stop moving? If you keep rubbing your ass onto lil' bitch down there...you don't know what might happen," Bakugou warns Izuku, who sits on his lap, chests touching. With his forehead buried into the crook of the blond's shoulder, his hands rest in his pockets; his legs crisscrossed. 

"Control your horny self. I'm trying to get comfortable..." Izuku pouts as he pulls his head and looks at Bakugou, whos staring right back at him, causing him to beam a smile. He leans forwards and gives Bakugou a quick kiss on the lips. 

Bakugou's hands rest upon Izuku's wait as he holds him, wanting the boy to feel protected. To feel safe in his embrace so that whatever happens along the road, Izuku knows that Bakugou is there to care for him. He was ecstatic about having Izuku back in his life; he was about to give up. After two months of avoidance, you'd assume he's not interested in you, right? That's how Bakugou felt...shitty and helpless. 

"If you want to get comfortable..." Bakugou says as he takes his hands away from the petite waists and brings his hands underneath Izuku's armpits. Bakugou carries him up from his lap and turns him around, the blond's legs opening to rest Izuku's back against his chest. "...then this should do the trick," He completes his sentence, pulling Izuku closer to his chest to rest his chin on Izuku's head, wrapping his arms around his waist again. 

Izuku blushes at their position before retaliating affection by placing his hand on Bakugou's thigh. He creates circles to show more love, causing Bakugou to smile while his eyes close warmly. The moment was interrupted by the sound of a phone going off. Bakugou groaned as he opened his eyes and reached towards his nightstand to grab his phone and see who the caller was. He scoffed once, seeing his mother was trying to call him. 

"Kachaan, you can't ignore her forever. Maybe she wants to understand why—"

"Trust me, the last thing that old hag wants is an understatement." Bakugou cuts his boyfriend off with a pissed-off face. Izuku sighs as he unlocks himself from Bakugou's embrace and turns over his shoulder to see the blond's face. 

Izuku switches positions by having his body face towards him; his legs bent as he sits on his feet. "Kachaan, when was the last time you spoke with her?" The petite asks Bakugou, who avoids eye contact. Because he knows that once he looks at Izuku, Bakugou will cave and do what he tells him to do. Or at least suggests 

"Fuck, I don't know. I lost track," Bakugou explodes, tossing an arm. He sighs rough and long as he brings his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "What does that hag want now?" He mutters to himself, Izuku not making out what the boy said. 

The phone rang again, causing Bakugou to instantly decline the caller and toss the phone to the other side of the bed, thoroughly annoyed. Izuku eyed the phone and eyed his boyfriend; he would be sneaky. It took a few more minutes for his mother to call, making Izuku reach out for the phone, get up from the bed and walk toward the other side of the room to answer the call.

"Hello? Mrs. Bakugou?" Izuku asks through the phone. Bakugou angrily gets up from the bed and hurries his way over to Izuku, but luckily, he avoids the blond, rushes into the restroom, and locks the door. 

"Damn it, nerd. Give me the damn phone!" Bakugou yells through the door. Izuku relaxes once he hears a response from Bakugou's mother, taking a step towards the mirror to see himself a hickey mess. Sometimes, Izuku thinks he's like a piranha, spacing out.