Birthdays
Bakugou x Fem!Reader
A/N I don't why I've been wanting to write so much recently and honestly none of it is really that good but heres some angst for you
Warnings Angst, cussing, drinking, fingering, slight handjobs, sex (they're both 16, but not in a weird way in like a realistic they're horny 16 year olds way)
You first met Bakugou when you were both five years old. You had just moved in down the street and Bakugou was forcefully introduced to you by your mother. Mitsuki and your mom had met within the first or week two of you moving in and quickly decided their kids would be fast friends. They were wrong.
When Bakugou and you first met you hated each other. He hated you and you hated him; he hated the fact you were a girl and you hated the fact he was mean to everyone around him. However, as forced hangouts went on and common interests were discovered the hatred began to fade out. Especially after Deku was added into the equation; he was a natural mediator between the two of you, and without him the hate would still be mutual.
Deku was the reason you and Bakugou discovered your shared obsession love for All Might. At another forced hangout due to your parents, you and Bakugou were at the park. You were swinging, kicking your feet and listening to the wind flow past your ears. Bakugou was mindlessly exploding the sandpit while pretending to be a bomb. You were both minding your own business, happily avoiding real interaction with the other. That was until Deku came barreling in, his little legs going as fast as they could and his green curls bouncing with each movement.
"Kacchan! Kacchan!" Deku shouted, his voice sounding pinched due the simultaneous running and yelling. "I got All Might's new action figure."
This piqued your interest and your swinging slowed. Deku ran past the swings, allowing to peek at his toy, and straight to the sandbox before thumping down. He waved it around in Bakugou's face and didn't seem to mind when the blonde boy snatched it from his hands to look in awe.
"What," Bakugou said with excitement evident in his voice, though it was also tinted with jealousy "how did you even get this? I've been begging my mom but she said I already have enough All Might figures." His voice turned into a slight whine at the end.
You were too enticed and hopped off the swing, slowly creeping up to the sandbox trying to get another glimpse. You had been begging your mom for it, too, but she always said no since she had just started her new job after moving and didn't have the money. Deku noticed you walking up and turned over to look at you.
"Do you want to play with it, too?" He asked, just as excited to share his figure with a stranger.
You nodded, "I'm Y/L/N! All Might is so cool, he's my favorite!"
You made your way to the sandbox, ignoring Bakugou's annoyed look at the fact he'd actually have to interact with you.
"Girls like All Might?" Bakugou said, his voice laced with annoyance and disbelief.
Finally fed up with his sexist attitude, you stomped your little 5-year-old feet and said, "Yes! They do! All Might isn't just for stupid boys!"
You thumped down next to Deku and grabbed the toy from Bakugou's hand. He was annoyed at first--furious, really--that you took the toy. However, over the next couple of hours, the three of you played. It took time, but from then on the three of you always played superheroes; you all had to do rock, paper, scissors, to decide who would be All Might, but you played nonetheless. Eventually, Bakugou and you began to play alone. When Deku was busy or Bakugou wasn't in the mood to hang out with a 'quirkless loser' like him, it would just be the two of you.
When April finally rolled around, the two of you discovered your birthdays were a day apart. Though he hated to admit it, you had become his best friend and that was the first year the two of you celebrated your birthday together. It took place in Bakugou's backyard and was completely All Might themed; All Might cake; All Might balloons; All Might wrapping paper; if it could be customized, it was All Might themed. The two of you were giddy to open presents and blow out candles together.
It was your first of many birthdays with Bakugou.
By the time you and Bakugou were 15 years old, you had become inseparable. As a kid, Bakugou got a lot of shit for having his best friend be a girl, but he didn't care. He didn't feel like you being a girl affected anything; you were funny, nice, had a cool quirk, and wanted to be a hero as much as he did. A lot of people, including your own mothers, swore you guys were dating. You were constantly attached at the hip and were even going to your dream school together: U.A. Contrary to your true feelings, the both of you always pretended to be disgusted by the idea.
"Bakugou is like a brother to me!"
"Y/L/N is like an annoying little sister!"
"I swear to god, I'm literally only a day younger than you."
"A day is still a day, dumbass"
It was always the same response; you and Bakugou would never, ever, ever date. But a mother always knows best, and a few weeks before your birthdays Bakugou had asked you out. It was a stereotypical teenage interaction; Bakugou was nervous and wanted to impress you so he saved up all his allowance money and bought you the coolest All Might figure he could find. There was a split moment where he considered keeping it for himself, but he somehow managed to go against his usual selfish, arrogant personality and went through with his plan.
"I-i," he stuttered slightly, nervous you actually meant it when you called him a brother, "I got you something." His voice was shakier than usual, and you were shocked by his anxious demeanor; it was so different compared to his usually aggravating and explosive personality.
"Wait, are you stuttering?" you said back, completely skipping over his gift. Your voice was laced his laughter and ended Bakugou's attempt at romance immediatley.
"No, dumbass!" he yelled, before throwing the box with an attached letter at you. His hands were immediately shoved into his pockets, his posture became slumped, and he angrily walked out of your room in his usual Bakugou fashion.
"Katsu, wait!" you tried to follow him, still laughing under your breath as he continued to the front door and slammed it on his way out.
You knew Bakugou well enough to know you hurt his pride, so you let him be. You laughed to yourself as you walked up the stairs and to your room, just to notice the gift on the ground. He hadn't wrapped it, he is just a boy after all, but he didn't need to. It was still breathtaking. It was a limited edition, gold All Might figure. The two of you had talked about it constantly; how cool it was; how it would complete your collection. And there it was, sitting on your floor. The box was slightly dented from being chucked on the floor, but you didn't care. You quickly picked it up and examined it; it was the real deal. One of 50 golden All Might figures in the world, and you had one in your hands.
It took a second to notice the envelope that had fallen a couple inches from the figure. It was blank, not even your name scrawled on it. Your fingers softly grabbed it, discarding the All Might figure back on the floor. You flipped it around in your hands before gently ripping at the sealed envelope. You wanted it to be a confession. For the last four years, you've had a growing crush on Bakugou. You knew it wouldn't be, though. You were just his "annoying little sister," and that's all you would be. But then you opened the letter, and you realized you weren't. You realized he had reciprocated your feelings; that it wasn't just you pining over the magnificent Bakugou Katsuki. You sat, dumbfounded, and read it over and over. Each sentence made it more and more real; after the the sixth read, you began to just skip to the parts that confirmed his feelings.
'I didn't know how to tell you with words'
'You're not like any other girl I've ever met'
'I know you think of me as a brother, but I was hoping maybe you were lying the way I was.'
'I think I more than like you, and I hope you do too'
After the shock subsided, you knew you had to go to him. The letter still in hand, you rushed down the stairs, out the door and down the street to his house. About halfway there you realized you had forgotten your shoes, but you didn't care. You couldn't stop moving, nothing could stop moving. Your feet were racing; your mind was moving a mile a second; your chest was heaving from the pace you ran. And then you were there. You'd think that you would've taken a second to collect yourself, but the second your feet stopped at his door your fists were banging on it. He didn't come down, though, not when you had made fun of him when he was trying to tell you how he felt.
"Katsuki, if you don't open this door right now!" You yelled, your fists still hitting the door in a sporadic fashion.
Your knuckles were starting to hurt, and they'd definitely be bruised by tomorrow, so you moved to your palms. You refused to stop. You couldn't stop until you saw him. And after about five minutes of continuous bashing, he opened the door. If it weren't for him moving out of the way, your fist would've landed on his chest full force.
You were panting and Bakugou honestly thought you looked crazy. Your eyes were wide, your hair was messy, your breathing was frantic, and you didn't have shoes on. Then he saw the letter; it was gripped in your other hand, crumpled from how tight your fingers were around it. He had to stop himself from slamming the door in your face. He couldn't handle your rejection, not with his ego. But you knew him, and you knew he'd try to run the second he knew why you were there. So you took the first step; you stepped straight into the doorway, stopping him from closing the door. Consequently, you had also stopped him from breathing. The distance between the two of you was closed, and there was less than a foot of space between you. His heart started pounding, and he was scared his eyes looked as frantic as yours.
"Did you mean this?" you said, your voice unwavering and serious, which was so different from your usual sarcastic and fun manner.
"I-," he internally cursed himself for stuttering again, "I wrote it so what do you think, extra."
"Good. Cause I like you, too. I more than like you, too. I have since I was 11 year olds, and" everything came out in one breath and you took a moment to breathe, "and I don't know what to say.
Bakugou tried not to show it, but he was relieved. His shoulders sagged and his jaw was no longer rigid and clenched.
"Well, I guess that means you're my girlfriend, dumbass," he said. The nickname was vulgar, but his attitude was soft. The way the words came out made it sound like he should've called you lover, or baby, or any variation of cheesy pet names.
And that was that. On your birthdays that year, the two of you stayed up until 11:59 on April 20th. At 11:59, Bakugou lit and blew out his candle before taking it out of his cake and putting it into yours. And at 12:00 you lit and blew out the candle yourself. Usually, the two of you would have your usual All Might party, but this year it felt childish; the two of you were older now, and going to U.A. You guys decided to keep it 'mature,' and it was. It felt intimate, like the two of you had wished to be with just each other and that was exactly what you got. After the candles were blown out, and the only light was the moon shining in from the kitchen window, the two of you kissed. A soft kiss; it felt like a hug, like an embrace that went so much further than two sets of lips being pushed together.
That night the two of you fell asleep on your living couch. Your head was tucked into the crook of Bakugou's neck, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. It was peaceful; the definition of puppy love. That is until Mitsuki came barreling into the house the following morning screaming since Bakugou didn't come last night, though she took pictures of the two of you cuddled into each other on the couch before waking you up. He was dragged from the house by his ear, and you had to admit it was an unforgettable sight. He thrashed around while screaming variations of 'let go of me hag.'
You didn't see Bakugou for a week after that, but that birthday will always be your favorite.
By your 16th birthdays, Bakugou and you had been dating a little over a year. Though it was hard to manage a relationship and the grueling curriculum at U.A., you and Bakugou were never ones for quitting. The two of you had agreed to keep the relationship lowkey, not wanting to seem caught up in a relationship instead of being a hero; however, within three days of school that was out of the picture. The second Mineta saw you, it was done for. He had tried to peek under your skirt, and Bakugou almost made it where he could never peek at anything again. Aizawa had to pry Bakugou away before he could blow the little grape's eyes out. From then on all the guys made sure to keep a good distance. You had the occasional talk with Deku due to your past friendship, but the only guys you really talked to in class 1-A was Bakugou (obviously), Kirishima, Denki, and Sero.
The five of you, plus Mina became fast friends; well, not Bakugou, he took some convincing, but he finally came around. By the time your 16th birthday came, they had decided to throw you guys a birthday party. Well, kind of a party. It was just a little gathering with the six of you in Bakugou's dorm room. Since Bakugou is usually in bed by 8:30, they were hiding in his room with a cake by 7 p.m. Bakugou and you always went to his dorm room after dinner, before he kicked you out for what you call his beauty rest. And today was no different; the two of you walked, hand in hand, into his dorm room.
The lights were off, but the second they came on the 4 of your friends popped out yelling. Sero was making tape fly out of elbows like streamers, Mina and Denki were blowing on noisemakers, and Kirishima was yelling.
You were laughing, thrilled by the effort your friends made. Bakugou, however, did not share the sentiment.
Per usual, Bakugou's first instinct was to yell. "What are you shitty extras doing in my room?" You continued to laugh as Bakugou went on with his berating of your friends.
After you managed to calm him down, and Sero managed to tape him to the wall for a moment to chill, all six of you cut the cake. You all hung out in Bakugou's room; you guys talked; played card games; made fun of Bakugou. It was the perfect birthday surprise. Bakugou even let them stay until 9:00.
As he was kicking all of them out, he held onto your hand, making you stay.
"We have to celebrate both our birthdays." He said, softly, now that your friends were gone. His other hand moved to tuck your stray hair behind your ear.
You blushed and smiled wide. He never failed to make you feel special, even when everyone thought him incapable of caring about anything but becoming a hero. "I love you." was all you said in response.
The two of you sat in his bed, watching All Might clips on YouTube until 11:30. You knew Bakugou wanted to go to bed, it was 3 hours past his bedtime, but he didn't. At 11:30 he got up and began to collect things around his room: a lighter, a candle. Then he told you to wait a second and snuck off to the kitchen, only to return with two cupcakes. One of them was chocolate and one of them was Y/F/F. You couldn't help but send him a sappy smile. And once again at 11:59, Bakugou blew out his candle before putting it into your cupcake to blow out at 12:00. And once again the two of you looked into each other's eyes in a way you both knew you'd never look at anyone else.
The kiss that followed was different from last year's; it was still sweet and tasted of cake. But it was different. It was hungrier; it was faster; it was as if the two of you were trying to become one. And then you did.
You and Bakugou have always taken things slow. It started with cuddling, moved to little kisses, and then moved to the occasional above-the-belt touching. Only within the past month had the two of you even attempted to touch each other in another way.
You remember the first time Bakugou touched you; you remember the way he had a hard time figuring out the clit; how you had to tell him not to jab his fingers into the soft walls of your pussy. But once he figured it out, you always wanted more. He now knew how to perfectly move his thumb across your clit and make his fingers curl into your g-spot.
And Bakugou vividly remembers the first time your pretty, manicured hand stroked up and down his cock. How he had to instruct you to hold it tighter due to your inexperience. How once you understood what you were doing, you perfectly paced your movements up and down. The way you'd turn your wrist to add extra stimulation; the way you'd spit on his dick and it dripped down your chin.
Tonight was different, though. The two of you knew it was moving past hands and mouths. It started with the usual makeout to fingering pipeline. You moaned underneath Bakugou, his fingers curling in a way that caused your hands to move up to his blonde hair and pull at the roots. And then his pants were off, too, and you wanted nothing more than to have him inside you.
"I want you." You whispered, your voice breathy.
"I want you," Bakugou said back, his voice just as airy. It had a slight tilt to it though, something ragged. "I need you."
And then he was in you. He was moving slow, making sure to move according to the noises you made. He didn't want to hurt you, and every sharp breath you made from the stretch of his cock caused him to slow down. He was above you, gazing into your half-lidded eyes and you couldn't look away from him either.
"I love you." he moaned out. His voice was soft and genuine.
"I love you." you said back, your voice just as intimate.
Bakugou finished, and even though you didn't it was up there in the best birthdays of your life. (there's no way a 16-year-old virgin can make a girl cum and I live by that.)
Your 21st birthday was different from the others. The months leading up to it were hard. Bakugou always tried to make you feel special; he never wanted you to feel like you were beneath his hero work. But once he finally started moving up the ranks, he couldn't slow down. Your date nights became less frequent; he came home to your shared apartment later and later each week; seeing him at all felt rare. You understood, you were becoming a hero too, but you never thought his need to be number one would overcome his need to be with you. You tried to wait it out, tried to justify his lack of effort. But after months you couldn't anymore.
One night when he got back from his agency around two in the morning, he found you waiting on the couch.
"Why are you still up? It's past two, Y/N." he rubbed his hand over his face, his own exhaustion showing. "Let's go to bed baby."
"That's the most you've said to me in a week, Katsuki." was all you said in response.
"What do you mean? That's not true, we talked this morning. Now come on, I need to sleep." his voice was low and tired, and you almost felt bad for keeping him up when he had to be up again in the morning. Almost.
"It is true. All you said to me this morning was 'Bye, love you' I don't know if you can count, but that's three words. Three."
"Y/N, I can't do this right now." he said back, annoyance coming through in his voice.
"You can't do this ever, Katsuki. That's what you said the last time I tried to bring up how we never see each other. How we live in the same house but speak maybe five words to each other a day." Your voice was beginning to rise; you couldn't do this anymore. It was too hard.
"I'm sorry that I want to be a hero. That I actually want to be someone! Unlike you, working at your shitty agency."
"You know what, you're right. You're so much better than me and my 'shitty agency.' You're so much better than your girlfriend who actually wants to feel like were in a relationship!"
"Whatever. We can do this tomorrow. I have another case tomorrow and I'm not going to spend the time I could be sleeping having a stupid argument with an extra like you." it just came out and the second Bakugou said the words and watched the hurt flash across your face he knew he fucked up.
"Extra? I'm just a 'shitty extra?' After years of supporting you, being with you, growing together. You know what, go to bed. I can't do this either. I can't be in a relationship where I'm not valued. I tried, really I did. I know your work is important, but this," your hands were gesturing between you as your resentment grew and you couldn't stop the words from coming out. "us, is supposed to be important, too. I'm done, Katsuki. Were done."
You didn't give him a chance to say anything back. You just got up, slipped on your shoes, and walked out. You spent the night at Mina's that night, and while Bakugou was out doing his important case you went home and collected your things. You didn't leave until everything was packed up and by the time you left it was a little past 12. Your eyes were constantly on the door, hoping he'd come home early and try to fix things, but he didn't. When Bakugou got home that night, and saw the house empty of you, he didn't know what to do. He expected you to come back and be there when he got home; to fight again; to demand change. But instead, you left. It was just furniture in a too-empty house; all life was gone. All your decorations were missing; the pretty paintings you had on the walls were missing; your childhood blanket was off the bed; your soaps weren't in the shower. He searched for any sign of you, but couldn't find anything; not until he saw the limited edition, golden All Might on his side table.
You and Bakugou's break up happened three months before your birthday, and those three months felt unreal. You didn't feel anything; you didn't feel anger; you didn't feel sad; you didn't feel betrayed. You just felt empty, like the apartment you left him in. You had permanently moved in with Mina and she had become your only lifeline. Besides work, you rarely left the house unless she forced you to.
Your birthday was no different. For your 21st birthday, Mina forced you to go out. She made you get dolled up, and you had slight fun for the 30 minutes leading up to leaving for the bar. But today was hard and it was hard to be happy on a day you spent with Bakugou every day for the past 15 years. The fact you had work on your actual birthday, so you had to celebrate the day before, made it worse You had to celebrate on his birthday, like you always did. Just this time he wasn't with you.
You didn't feel anything at the club. The music didn't reach your ears. Dancing didn't seem appealing. The men bombarding you with compliments and drinks only sent you deeper into a feeling of derealization.
You were near the wall, sipping on a drink Mina had forced you to take when you began to feel your phone buzz at 11:59. You didn't entirely care; you never really did anymore. But curiosity got the better of you, only to make you feel seconds away from puking up the half of the drink you had consumed. On the phone in bright white letters read: "Katsu <3." You had never bothered to change his contact name. It didn't affect you, not when you never had to see it. He never reached out, and you knew he wouldn't; Bakugou was too prideful, too arrogant to admit when he was wrong. But there he was. And you realized he couldn't celebrate this birthday without you, either. Maybe the two of you would be able to handle the next one, or the one after that. But this birthday was too fresh. You just needed him; you needed to hear him say 'happy birthday' while you gazed at each other.
"Ka-Bakugou" you said, the loud music blaring in the back.
"Y/N." Bakugou almost sighed, the relief at your voice palpitating through the phone.
You looked at the phone noticing it was still 11:59, "I'm not too late," you sadly laughed out "Happy Birthday."
The clocked turned to 12:00 and Bakugou followed in suit, "Happy Birthday, Y/N."
That was the last of your birthdays with Bakugou, and by far the worst.
