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The Dragon

Author's note:  How sweet is this picture that I did not draw?

This is a REALLY big smut warning...

Bakugou woke up with a start. "Fuck," he sat up quickly, his eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room. His heart was hammering, his stomach twisted with anxiety.

'Was it a bad dream?'

He ran his hand through blonde spikes, trying to calm the uneasy feeling lurking in his mind. There was a small movement in the bed, he turned to see soft green curls just visible above the blanket. His heart pounded harder his hands felt clammy. He closed his eyes trying to steady his breathing. He glanced at the clock it was only 7 am.

'Fuck'

Jumping out of bed he pulled on his sweats and stalked into the bathroom, shutting the door. He gripped the sink, running the cold water, he splashed it on his face. Grabbing a towel, he buried himself in the fabric, sitting on the toilet.

'Fuck'

This was the day he had been looking forward to for the last month.

'Why?'

That uneasiness pushed out from his mind gripping his body. He trembled thinking of the nerd, his face bright and happy looking at him, hooded green eyes black with desire, blushing as tears fell down freckled cheeks, those tattoos on his legs. Every image stabbed into his heart, which was leaping out of chest with every beat.

'Am I good enough for him?'

He squeezed his eyes hard against the wave of fear that crashed over him, drowning him in that moment. He jumped up, he had to stay ahead of this feeling, he shook out his shoulders. He couldn't let those thoughts pull him down today, not today. He wanted to make Deku his forever, starting today.

'Forever'

He pulled the door open and headed to the kitchen. He needed to stay busy. Coffee would help him, wake him up, get him out of this fucking spiral. He opened up the cabinets, the nerd had nothing. He laughed, "of course Babe, do you even realize that you have no fucking food?" He shook his head.

'Fuck, forever'

What did he know of forever? All he knew was how to fuck, sex was his appeal and nothing else. That was until, until. Walking to the spare bedroom, he pulled open the door and launched himself down the stairs and through the office, down to the restaurant, sliding in behind the bar, he flipped on the coffee machine.

'Until'

Until him.

'Fuck'

That was it, that was all he wanted, to hold him, take care of him, to make sure he was happy, protect him. That desire crushed him.

'Does he want me?''

"That's it," his voice was hoarse from emotion, "will you let me do that for you?" He stared at the black liquid starting to pour into the glass carafe. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen, walking into the cold storage he pulled out the cut fruit, shoving a few strawberries into his mouth, he filled a bowl. He went back to the bar and grabbed the now full carafe, placing it along with the mugs and the fruit on a serving tray.

'Please'

He tried to suppress the memories that were filling his mind, but today they invaded, unwanted, that fucking asshole. He had whispered all the right words of love, of forever.

'Fuck forever'

Then, like being cut off from a life line, he had drifted, unattached, so lost after... Bakugou gripped the tray, the edge cutting into his palm. He had been used by him so thoroughly he never thought he would recover. A part of him never wanted to, he had let himself wallow deeply in his self-loathing. He wanted to cover up the pain with thick scars that would never heal. Ripping off the scar with memories of the pain anytime someone came close, he became numb to anything that seemed like love.