Promise Me The Undoable [ Bakugo x Female Reader ] 🍋 Inspired By Nicole

Unspoken Desires

Unspoken Desires

The night had been long, and after the movie, the tension between you and Bakugo had slowly begun to fade. He had hardly spoken a word as you both walked back to the dorms, the flicker of awkwardness from earlier still hanging in the air. When you finally reached his room, you hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly on his door.

No answer.

You waited a bit longer, deciding that maybe he just wanted some space. But you were too curious to leave it at that, so you opened the door without thinking, stepping inside.

The moment you did, you found Bakugo standing by his desk, taking a long squeez on his dick. He was wearing a relaxed expression, the kind that suggested he was just unwinding after a long day. The faint glow of his desk lamp illuminated his features, casting shadows across his chest.

But the sight of him caught you off guard—he looked so normal in that moment, so much like an ordinary person, despite the overwhelming aura of intensity he usually carried. You hadn't expected him to be doing *that*.

He froze, when he saw you standing in the doorway.

"Y/N?!" Bakugo blurted, his voice a mixture of surprise and irritation. He quickly cleaned his hand with a towel and wiped his cock with the other side of the towel. "What the hell, didn't you hear me say I needed some damn space?"

You blinked, realizing you'd walked in unannounced. "I—I'm sorry,  I— didn't think you'd be....," you apologized quickly, stepping back slightly. "I didn't hear you, and I thought I'd check in."

Bakugo's face softened just a little, though he quickly recovered. "Tch. Whatever. Just don't go barging in next time." He tossed the towel  back onto his bed and ran a hand through his hair, clearly trying to hide his mild embarrassment.

You smiled, taking a step closer. "It's fine, Bakugo. I didn't mean to interrupt your... um, moment."

His eyes flickered to you for a moment before he snorted, clearly not expecting you to be so casual about it. "Yeah, well, it's not like I'm doing anything abnormal," he muttered, glancing around the room as though to make his point.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms. "You know, it's a little weird that you're so free about something as wierd as masturbating."

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but there was a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're one to talk. What's with you, barging into my room like you own the place?"

"I wouldn't go that far," you said with a playful grin. "But I was just trying to be... thoughtful, I guess."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Thoughtful, huh? Since when do you get all soft on me?"

You chuckled at his suspicion. "Since I realized you're not just the angry explosion guy all the time."

Bakugo looked at you with a bemused expression, then shook his head. "You're lucky you're not annoying." He paused for a moment before adding, "But don't get used to just walking in here, alright?"

You raised your hands in mock surrender. "Deal. I'll knock next time, promise."

Bakugo huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Damn right you will."

You stood there for a moment, feeling a strange sense of warmth between you two, something beyond just the usual bickering. It felt almost... *comfortable.* You didn't need to say anything more, but the quiet connection you shared was there—silent, but meaningful.

"Alright," you said, finally breaking the silence. "I'll let you get back to your, uh... moment." You turned to leave, but before you could close the door, Bakugo called out to you.

"Oi, Y/N."

You paused, looking back over your shoulder.

He gave you a brief, somewhat awkward glance. "Next time, you'll join me. Got it?"

You paused, embarrassed you ran out slamming the door behind you . "Shut up you horny wierdo."

And with that, you left his room. But as you walked back to your dorm, you couldn't help but feel that this was a step forward.