After Hours | Bakugou x Reader LEMON

Asserting Dominance

An After Hours short brought to you by yours truly. Thank you for @Nomiiiiii for the suggestion.

The meme is very dead, but the short story is still a cute one to share. Please remember that I'm editing what I had before.

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Dinner at the Bakugous' was truly an interesting experience. Upon arriving, I was already bombarded with all sorts of affection and compliments from his mother. So much, that I felt almost uncomfortable. It only continued to escalate from there when Mitsuki got a hand of Bakugou. I flinched the first time I saw her hand strike down on him and it only got worse when I saw him argue back. However, I thought what was the most insane aspect about the greeting was how his dad was completely contempt with what was going on as if this was an everyday occurrence.

The food was made by Mitsuki for the most part, but I was able to see first hand what Bakugou in the kitchen looked like. I remember watching in awe as Bakugou chopped the ingredients with his knife, clearly having a good idea of what he was doing. During that, we sneaked glances at each other, both of us smiling and eventually laughing for no reason.

The whole situation made me feel giddy. If I was lucky, this would be my family sometime in the future. I could see us cooking together, feeding each other scraps and stealing kisses from each other. I blushed the more I thought about it but quickly tensed up once Mitsuki and Katsuki started arguing again, this time with dangerous kitchen equipment.

Nevertheless, it was fun and the food was delicious. I could quickly tell that their cuisine mostly consisted of spicier foods because everyone dealt with the heat as if it was nothing. Once dinner was over, Katsuki was told to clean the dishes, which I was dragged to as well. Or well, it soon turned into Katsuki handing me what needed to be cleaned while he enjoyed an ice cream treat.

I flinched when my hands came in contact with a soggy piece of food inside the sink. I'll never wash dishes with my bare hands again, I'm buying gloves, I told myself, which was usually what I said every time I did the dishes ever. "Babe," Katsuki called to me. When I turned my head, he was handing me one of the bowls, but full of little scraps. No wonder the water had food floating about. "Do you ever scrape anything? God, Katsuki," I grumbled as I took the bowl from his hands and scraped the contents into the trash.

He could only chuckle as he bit straight into the ice cream, giving me immediately goosebumps. What kind of psychopath- I thought to myself, but my thoughts were interrupted when Bakugou held up yet another bowl, this one full of scraps just like the one before. With one of the dirty bowls already in my hand and another one being pushed into my hands, I couldn't help but scoff. How unbelievable. Even if I was dating him for a while, I was still his guest. And he was making ME do all the chores?

My mind became overwhelmed with raging thoughts, my mouth open but unable to say anything because of how flustered I was. Noticing this, an evil grin spread across Katsuki's lips and he soon started to chuckle as well. "What's wrong, princess?" He asked me with a teasing tone. What was wrong? "You're handing me all of this shit like you're actually helping! You're not doing anything but eating ice cream like a mental case," I protested, my voice getting louder than what I wanted. Still, something like this must have been common here because no one flinched at my louder voice.

As a matter of fact, Katsuki was quite amused by it. "What are you talking about? I eat ice cream like a perfectly sane person, (Y/N). And how dare you accuse me of not doing anything?" Katsuki complained, trying his hardest not to burst out into laughter as he mocked me. I tend to always be amazed that Katsuki had such a childish and playful side like this, which could be coming from his sadistic nature, but I was nevertheless slightly annoyed by it. "Because you aren't! You're handing me plates full of food, you aren't even scraping them out! Why are you making me do the dishes anyway? I'm supposed to be putting away the leftovers! And you could be sweeping the floor or cleaning the counter, but here you are!" I ranted, stacking the bowls so I could properly scrape them out. Despite being a little serious, he was still very amused. "Those are bowls, not plates (Y/N)," Katsuki corrected me before bursting out in laughter.