Bakugou x Reader - Soulmate AU

Buckle Up... It's a Long One - NSFW

WARNING - I went a little graphic for my first chapter of course. So just a heads up. Graphic wording, cussing (becasue... Bakugo) and explicit sexual content.

"Who the fuck is seriously knocking on my door right now?" You mumbled as you shuffled to the door in your dark dorm room. The hallway lights were a soft orange, letting you know it was late, as the crack of light filtered in through the bottom of the door. It was also a clear night so the moon was peeking through your curtains, giving you enough light to not trip on anything as you made your way. "Who is it?", you groggily asked. "Open the door, princess." You immediately recognized that low voice and your breath caught in your throat. Bakugo? What was he doing at your door in the middle of the night? You were about to turn the knob when you remembered what you wore to bed. A tight fitted tank that was a little too short on you, which is why it was cast into your pj drawer, and short cotton boxers. The tank came to right above your belly button so it didn't feel right to wear out in public, but the cotton was way too soft and comfortable to get rid of. You thought about it for a second and decided Bakugo saw you in your second skin of a hero costume daily, this shouldn't be that much of a difference and cracked open the door. You didn't even need to peek around the door as he slipped in and you shut the door behind him, casting the room in the dark shadows again. He walked to the middle of your room, taking it in. He wore his usual scowl but it seemed a little softer than normal as he observed your bedroom. He hasn't exactly been inside your room before, just that one time he confronted you at your door when you were leaving. You're not even sure he got a look inside. It seemed as though he remembered why he was here and turned to look at you. And froze.

It suddenly felt like all the air was stuck in your throat as you finally looked to where she stood by the door. You hadn't even considered that she would be in pajamas.. or at least pajamas like that. Her small muscular frame was more exposed than ever. She always wore her hero costume which didn't leave much to the imagination, to your utter dismay, but you'd never seen so much of her skin. The bond suddenly gave you the urge to reach out and softly touch the creamy exposed skin of her stomach and bury your nose in the soft crook of her neck. You shook your head slightly to help clear your thoughts, you were here for a reason. You had to focus and didn't want to think about her that way. And you needed answers. Now. You set your face in your usual scowl, hoping she hadn't noticed your surprise. Though you doubted it. "Why did you hold back during practice? I told you to fight for real." Your voice was low even though the rooms were built to be soundproof. Still, you didn't need other classmates knowing you were in her room in the middle of the night. She rolled her eyes and gave a small exasperated huff. "That's why you're waking me up in the middle of the night, Bakugo? Seriously, this couldn't wait till morning?" She places her hands on her hips and took up her usual defiant stance that always instantly annoyed you. Of course, you would get stuck with a soulmate that was just about as stubborn as you were. She wouldn't put up with your shit, which you have yet to figure out if it was a good thing or not. She had a strong will which you admired but also hated, especially in situations like this. You mentally smacked yourself for calling her your soulmate, you don't need one. They would just get in the way. "Don't sass me, princess. I need to know why you insist on thinking I can't handle your full strength. You know I'm going to be number one so just give it up already. I want to be the undeniable best and that fight today was bull shit." You also were dying to ask her about her interaction with that icy hot bastard, but you didn't want to actually tell her the whole reason you were here. That would make you look weak and jealous or some shit. And you definitely weren't.

You watched silently as he, surprisingly, patiently waited for your explanation. Is Bakugou being patient? What was up? Is this really why he was here? His eyes roamed down your body and back up to your stare for a second time. The action giving you a shiver that ran up your spine. You were trying to keep your emotions in check. Just like he was. You didn't want him to notice that you were also admiring him. This lighting put a crisp shadow across his features defining his jaw and the muscles in his right arm where the moonlight hit it through the curtains. He was wearing his typical black tank and black pants. Shit, he looked good in this lighting. Damn him. But you saw that shift in him when he first walked in. You felt the pull towards him, the urge to tangle your fingers in his hair and press your body against his broad solid one. Sighing, you adjusted your weight on to your left hip, his eyes tracking the movement. "Fine Bakugou I'll humor your insecurities," giving your standard swaggered response. You saw him clench his fists at the jab but he remained quiet. You looked him in the eye and suddenly felt weak. You could get lost in that crimson stare if you weren't careful. And your control was already slipping. "I was unsure of myself." You whispered. You didn't even realize it had slipped out until you had already said it. You were not actually planning on telling him, or anyone! Your breath caught and you stiffened at the realization of what you just said. He raised an eyebrow quizzically at you and gruffly asked, "you what?" You tried to keep it together but you couldn't keep it in once you started. "I said I was unsure of myself! I didn't know if I could actually control my quirk and I didn't want to accidentally hurt you!" You had raised your voice out of frustration and were slightly panting at the force of your feelings crashing down on you. This was the first time you've expressed any sort of feeling or concern towards him. Hell, you've been doing the opposite on purpose. You two have been stepping around each other since that first day in class. But now you felt that mask starting to fade and couldn't control what you were feeling at the moment. You were feeling a lot at one-time anger, frustration, embarrassment, attraction... attraction?! You knew the moment you thought it he would notice. You slowly raised your gaze to his and saw that he was slightly shaking. With anger? With restraint? You tried to decipher what his actions meant. But either your emotions were messing with your head or he was too good at hiding what he was feeling.