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

Sweet Trouble

Sweet Trouble

The next day, Y/N walked into class feeling refreshed after her night out with Bakugo. She'd fallen asleep thinking about him, a small smile playing on her lips. The morning had been peaceful—until the moment she accidentally called him "Daddy" in front of the entire class.

"Hey, Daddy—uh, Bakugo—can I borrow a pencil?" she'd asked without thinking. Silence swept across the room, and everyone turned to stare. Bakugo shot her a look, his face heating up. Mina snorted, Kaminari looked like he'd won the lottery, and Sero had to hide his laughter behind a cough.

Bakugo clenched his jaw, lowering his head as he handed her the pencil. "Stop calling me that," he muttered, only loud enough for her to hear.

But later, during training, Y/N couldn't resist. She snuck in another "Daddy" while they were waiting on the sidelines, this time making sure no one else was around. Bakugo groaned, rolling his eyes and telling her to stop, but she just giggled, her mischievous grin pushing him to his limits. Finally, he'd had enough. With a quick movement, he pinned her to the ground, his face inches from hers, his eyes intense.

"If you don't quit it, I'll make sure you regret it," he growled, though a faint blush betrayed his embarrassment. Her teasing smile only widened in response.

"Y/N! Bakugo!" Mr. Aizawa's voice cut through the moment, snapping them back to reality. The entire class turned to see Y/N pushing Bakugo away, a bit too forcefully, causing him to stumble back. She quickly stood up, brushing herself off with a sheepish grin while everyone else looked on, confused.

During their break, Y/N headed to the girls' changing room, where Mina pulled her aside with a sly grin. "Kaminari told me about this drink," she whispered, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Apparently, it's got a little kick to it. You in for sneaking some with me, Yaoyorozu, and Asui?"

Y/N's curiosity piqued. "Does Bakugo know about this?" she asked, already knowing his response.

Mina shook her head, a playful smirk crossing her face. "Nope! This is strictly girl business. He'll find out when he needs to."

By nightfall, after a careful amount of planning, the girls were able to sneak out and get their hands on the mysterious drink. Back in the dorm, they clinked their glasses, whispering and giggling as they tried it. It tasted sweet, almost fruity, but there was something... different about it. Soon, they were feeling warm and a bit lightheaded, laughter coming easier with every sip.

When Y/N finally made it back to her room, she was met with the sight of Bakugo waiting for her, arms crossed and his expression clouded with worry.

"Where the hell were you?" he asked, his voice low but tense. His gaze softened only slightly when he saw her wobbly smile, the faint flush to her cheeks.

"Jus' had a girls' night, hava pwoblem with that?" she replied, swaying a bit as she kicked off her shoes and moved closer to him. "Haa! I never new my classmate was handswom?"

Bakugo let out a sigh, taking her by the shoulders to steady her. " I'm not just your classmate I'm your boyfriend. And if Mr Aizawa saw you like this, you'd be in deep trouble, idiot," he whispered, his concern apparent.

Y/N only laughed, resting her head against his chest. "You're too serious, Daddy," she teased, slurring slightly. Bakugo's face went red, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep a straight face.

"Get to bed, Y/N. We'll talk in the morning." Y/N then pouted and broke from his grip. "But I w-wanna join you." Bakugo In a confused tone. " Huh, join me in what?" Y/N's face flushed. "Yesterday when you uh were uh pleasuring you- hmm mm."

Bakugo quickly covered her mouth as his face flushed with excitement "Y/N I think I have to go now." Y/N in a lowkey slutry tone. " A-are you gonna do it, I wanna come with you, I can help I pwomise."

"We'll talk in the morning Y/N." But even as he said it, he couldn't help the slight smile creeping onto his face, knowing this was a moment he wouldn't soon forget.