The Favor [Bakugou x Reader]

Chapter 35 - Movie Tickets

Bakugou tossed you onto his bed a minute later.

"Did you have to drop me?" You rubbed your back with mock injury.

"Yes," he deadpanned and removed his denim shirt, his black tank exposing his defined arms and shoulders. He headed toward his bathroom.

"Are we going to talk about what just happened?" He turned back to face you, an eyebrow raised. "You kind of announced to the whole class that I'm your girlfriend." You lifted your own brows at him, as if it wasn't obvious.

"Is that a problem?" he said, taking another step to the bathroom.

"We didn't exactly talk about it." You bit your lip. Bakugou 'tsk'ed.

"I like you and you like me. I met your mom for fuck's sake. Do you need some shitty declaration?" he huffed, a note of exasperation in his tone. You gave a soft half smile.

"Just asking me would have been nice," you teased, tossing your legs to dangle off the side of the bed. Bakugou rolled his eyes. "See, it would have gone something like this..." You cleared your throat and put on a fake deep voice. "[y/n], you're so smart and beautiful. I love hanging out with you and you're a great kisser. It would be my honor if you'd be my girlfriend." You wickedly smirked at the explosive blond.

"That's what I was supposed to say?"

"Yes," a challenge in your tone.

In two strides he was in front of you. He bent over and crashed his lips to yours. You felt yourself leaning backward on the bed, his body positioned above yours. One of his knees rested by your hip as he maintained balance, pressing deeper into the kiss. His strong arms pushed into the soft comforter, and your hands instinctively cupped his face.

Bakugou broke the kiss and traveled his lips to your neck. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of his lips and warm breath. Your hands moved to his back, pulling him closer and you subconsciously dug your nails into the fabric of his shirt. He huffed out a sharp laugh against your soft skin which made you release a quivering exhale. He kissed up your neck to your ear where he rested.

"I want you to be mine," he whispered. You gulped as a new sensation filled your body. Need.

Before you could act, he pulled away, standing in front of the bed, arms over his chest with a cocky grin on his face, looking at your disheveled state. You sat up and ran a hand through your hair.

"I guess that's an okay way to ask me too." Your voice was husky, your breath not yet steady. Bakugou stayed silent and still, waiting for you to continue. You bit your lip again as you turned your gaze to your hands, suddenly self-conscious of how he'd made you feel. "I think I would like to be yours," you said finally, peaking up through the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

"Of course you do. I'm amazing." He smirked and finally turned to step into his bathroom. You laughed to yourself as you heard the water in the sink running. The next moment something hit you in the head.

"Ow." You picked up a light green toothbrush from the bed. "What the fuck is this?"

"What does it look like? It's a toothbrush Ashtray." He squirted a dollop of toothpaste on his own red brush.

"Why did you throw a toothbrush at me?" You held the little piece of plastic up, waving it at Bakugou. At my boyfriend.

"So you could get ready for bed." Your eyes widened at his statement. What on earth was he expecting?

"You assume a lot of things, don't you?" You stood from the bed and walked toward the bathroom door. He shoved the tube of toothpaste into your hand and you mechanically opened the top and added a drop to the fresh, white bristles.