- Adult Bakugo and fem reader fanfiction -
Realistic and not cringe. I reread every chapter to make sure everything is perfect.
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-2nd person pov-
"Hey!" the red-haired guy called out as he jogged lightly toward you. "Sorry, did we take long?"
"No, not at all!" you replied with an awkward smile, shaking your head rapidly while sitting on the bench.
"Let me guess, she had another drinking competition," he suggested, his expression betraying a hint of disapproval.
"Yeah," you chuckled in response.
He sighed, letting out a breathy laugh. "Let me take her off your hands," he said, leaning closer to you.
You scooted away from Mina as the guy reached for her. He slipped one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, effortlessly lifting her in a bridal carry.
"Can you grab those for me?" he asked, gesturing toward Mina's purse and heels.
"Of course," you replied, picking up her purse and heels from the bench.
"Thank you so much for sticking by her," he said as he made his way toward the car.
You smiled and followed closely beside him. "It's no problem. I'm sure anyone else would have done the same."
He returned your smile as he reached the car. You stepped in front of him to open the door.
He gently placed Mina inside, positioning her upright as her head rested against her shoulder. Leaning back, he grabbed the seatbelt and carefully secured it around her.
Turning back to you, he took Mina's purse and heels and placed them in front of her feet.
He then placed a gentle kiss on Mina's forehead before shutting the door.
He turned back to you, leaning slightly against the car. "Thanks again,"
You smiled, wrapping your hands around the strap of your purse. "Anytime."
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"You know..." he began, looking up at the night sky. "It's getting really late now. Hop in the car; we'll take you home." He smiled.
Your usual smile quickly turned awkward. "Oh please, don't worry! I... I don't want to keep you busy."
"Do you already have a ride?" he asked.
You looked around nervously. "Uh, no... but I could probably get one."
You claimed that you didn’t want to burden him and that you could find your own ride, but you were just being dishonest.
The truth was that you didn’t want to get into the car because the driver was a dickhead. You didn't want to deal with him ever again.
"But you already have a ride," he said with a smile as he stepped away from the car. "Come on, we'll take you." He insisted.
