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🌻☁️💋Caught Reading Fanfic💋☁️🌻

I'm gonna try a different point of view this time. Also the plot does not belong to me, I wrote this based off of an Archive Of Our Own story. The author is Maddison Jayne. And no I didn't copy and paste. 

Also sorry for the song not matching, I couldn't think of one at the moment.

Bakugou stared ad the h.c girl. The way your (straight, curly, frizzy, whatever hair you got) locks framed around your face as you were so lost as whatever you was doing. You chewed on your thumb nail, blush sweeping across your face as you read your favorite fanfic.

Bakugou was flustered and frustrated. How could someone look so cute and be so oblivious to his many attempts at flirting. Key word attempts. He thought that maybe if he yelled at you more than usual, you'd take it as a sign.

But it all failed miserably, it only made you more nervous to be around him. Now you can't deny the fact you have a major crush on him, but because of the screaming, it made you think he was annoyed by you.

You bit down on your thumb harder almost drawing blood. Even though you were into smut, or erotica, you couldn't imagine actually doing it, the nosebleed would last for days. You brushed your hair out of your face and adjusted your headphones.

Bakugou stared at you, lost in your phone. You were so cute without even knowing it. He wanted to know what you were doing, that you were so lost in. He walked towards the female curled up on the corner of the couch. He stood behind you and went unnoticed.

Looking at the many words on your phone, on paragraph caught his eye.

(Insert le dirty smut paragraph)

Wow, he thought to himself, so she's Into that? His eyes scanned over your phone again than down to your face, illuminated by the screen. Your ears were pink and your eyes were slightly widened.

He lifted your headphones off your head and whispered, "whatcha reading."

You jumped and dropped your phone. You practically scooted halfway across the couch. "W-what? I-I wasn't reading anything. Psshh i-I what book?" 

He picked up you phone and scrolled through it. "Oh yea, what's this?"

"I-I don't know, that's not mine."

He bent over slightly his face inches from yours. Your face heated up more and you backed away, he scooted closer, you backed away, he moved closer. "Tell me, y.n. Are you really into this stuff?"

You shook your head violently, face still red as a tomatoe. He raised an eyebrow and waved your phone. You gave in and nodded your head slowly. You scooted so far back, you sat on the arm of the couch, he kept moving closer and you fell off the couch and landed with a thud on the ground.

"Alright, let's go." Your eyes widened as he grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder. "Wait no!" You screamed, squirming and moving. "Where are we going?!"

"To fuck."

"What?!" Your head was spinning, this was joke. How did he know you-

"You read that shit, so why not actually try it out."

"No! I don't wanna!" You said freaking out.

"It's gonna be fun, trust me."

"Put me down! Bakugouuuu!"

"When we get to my room. You'll have fun, trust me y.n."

"I don't wanna trust you!"

"Too bad."

550 words.

No he doesn't rape you. Unless you're into that.