The paparazzi hadn't gone down without a fight, though it was a rather pathetic one.
The man had tried to swing back after dropping his camera but Bakugou had caught his wrist mid-air and kicked him square in the chest sending him sprawling against the bar. Even while tipsy, Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. A few of the other partygoers gasped and hurried out of the way.
Bakugou stalked towards him, explosions sparking from his hands. "Wanna try that again, short stack?" He grabbed the front of the man's collar and yanked him forward with alarming strength. "I think you owe her an apology."
"Y-you hit me!" The man cried. "You can't do that! I'll fucking sue your ass! This is--"
"I think he's right," Y/N said, crouching down next to Bakugou. "I think you do owe me an apology." She tiled her head to the side and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Well?"
Bakugou had never been more proud. The man looked completely flabbergasted, absolutely terrified of the two heroes before him. It seemed this wasn't the reaction he was expecting.
"How about this," Y/N suggested. A glare was forming on her face. "You can tell Inasa to kiss my ass. 'Kay?"
Bakugou smirked, still not releasing the man from his grip.
"What the hell is going on here?"
The three of them turned and saw Momo towering over them with an angry look on her face.
"This asshole punched me! He assaulted me! Get him out of here!" The man shrieked. He did his best to wiggle out of Bakugou's grip, but Bakugou only snarled at him and tightened his grasp.
Momo crossed her arms. "Who are you? I don't recognize you."
The man paled.
"That's what I thought," Momo sighed. "Stand up. All of you."
They did as they were told, Bakugou stumbling a bit but still not letting go of the man. Y/N scoffed and turned away pouting.
"What happened?"
"This asshole called Y/N a--" Bakugou started, swaying a bit, but Momo held up her finger and he shut up.
"No, I wanna hear from Y/N. Y/N, what happened?"
Y/N pointed a finger at the man. "This fucktwat called me a whore to get a reaction on video." She rolled her eyes. "It's not even a nice camera."
Momo narrowed her eyes at the man. "A paparazzi, huh?"
The man sputtered out a defense. "He fucking assaulted me! He should be arrested! I have connections in the police force--"
"So let me get this straight," Momo interrupted. "You trespass on my property, insult my guest, and when my friend defends her you threaten to call the police?" She walked closer to him. Momo wasn't usually the intimidating type, but this was scary. "I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you get torn to shreds for breaking and entering."
"Breaking and entering?! I didn't break shit! I just came for photos, I--"
"KIRISHIMA!"
Within seconds, Eijirou was at the scene shrugging off his jacket. "What's up, Momo?"
"Escort this man off my property, please. And call the police-- he's trespassing."
Kirishima grinned wickedly. "Of course, m'lady." He pranced over to the loudly protesting paparazzi and hoisted him over his shoulder like a child, carrying him with ease out of the room and to the street as the man shrieked.
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"I'm fuckin' fine, Tinkerbell. Fuck off," Bakugou grumbled.
Y/N rolled her eyes. "God, you're always such a drama queen. Just calm down, will you?"
Momo had instructed Y/N to sober Bakugou up; She didn't want any more incidents like what had occurred earlier. She'd directed them to a guest bedroom and bathroom where she could give him water and keep him away from confrontation. Keep him out of trouble, she had said.
Y/N was sitting next to Bakugou on the satin bedspread, forcing him to drink from a crumpled waterbottle. Bakugou was being incredibly difficult.
"I'm not drunk," He protested, pushing away the bottle. "You know I'm not fucking drunk, I'm just a little tipsy now. I only hit him because he fucking deserved it. I'd do that shit sober."
"I know. But you should probably sober up more anyways," Y/N muttered. "You hate alcohol. Why did you drink in the first place?"
Bakugou paused. "Kirishima," He grunted. He turned away in hopes that she wouldn't press him further, but of course she did.
"Since when does peer pressure work on you?"
"It wasn't peer pressure." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again. The room felt much warmer than the rest of the house. "Just wanted to."
Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "You're a liar. Why are you being a liar?"
Bakugou glared at her but didn't respond. How was he supposed to tell her that he drank to get the confidence to dance with her without sounding ridiculous? He was still tipsy, the slight haze of color in his vision was evidence enough, but not tipsy enough to admit something like that.
He ignored her and turned away. "You don't have to stay in here. Just tell Momo I'm passed out or some shit."
"Nah. That party was lame anyways."
It was his turn to be suspicious. "Look who's the liar now." He smirked at her and leaned back on the mattress with his elbows. "You tryna spend more time with me? Gross."
Y/N rolled her eyes, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. "You fucking wish." God, she looked cute when she blushed. Adorable, even. The alcohol was definitely still in his system and it was making it very hard to keep his hands to himself, but he forced them to stay in place.
He turned and propped himself up on one elbow now, giving her a devilish grin. "You're cute when you're embarassed, Tinkerbell."
She responded with a glare and huffed as she crossed her arms. "I'm not embarassed. What is there to be embarassed of?"
Bakugou laid back on the mattress, his hands behind his head. "You've got a damn crush on me."
"No fucking shit, dumbass! You're my boyfriend!"
The corners of his mouth turned up at that. "Hm. Damn straight." He stopped for a moment before mumbling, "...Inasa could fucking never." He probably wouldn't have said that if he was sober-- maybe he had a little more to drink than he thought.
Y/N barked out a laugh. "Oh, I see what's going on. You're jealous."
He snapped up from his leisurely position and glared at her, the world spinning slightly at his quick actions. "I don't get jealous."
"Right. Sure. You did just punch a man because of it, Kat."
In a second, Bakugou grabbed Y/N's waist and yanked her underneath him, now hovering over her on his hands and knees. The mattress was soft and bouncy beneath them and made Y/N wiggle beneath him in the most perfect way.
"I don't need to be jealous. I'm the only man who gets to see you like this."
Y/N pretended that she wasn't fazed by his actions. "What the hell do you mean like this?"
With one hand, Bakugou gripped both of Y/N's wrists and pinned them above her head. With the other he snaked his hand up her thigh, hiking up her dress until his fingers met the hem of her panties. He grazed over where she wanted him most with the lightest of touches. She choked out a moan.
"That's what I mean," He breathed. The alcohol was making Bakugou far too daring. "You think Inasa could make you react like that? You're fucking desperate for me."
"Am not," Y/N stuttered.
He raised an eyebrow and grabbed the rim of her panties before tearing them off of her body. Y/N yelped at the force and stared wide-eyed at him as he threw them across the room.
"Don't lie to me, Tinkerbell."
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WARNING!
The next chapter will contain explicit sexual content
Readers should be 18+. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED
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