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sink your teeth into my flesh | s. hanta

s: Sero’s jealousy flares once more after you reconnect with your high school crush during hero patrol, rekindling old memories and ugly insecurities he had buried deep inside. Just how far would he go to show you he's only trying to protect you?

w: smut, angry sex, jealousy, Sero gets slapped (in a non sexual way, but he deserves it)

n: how do we feel knowing there's only one more chapter left???!!!!! beta read by my queen @jemifis | read on ao3

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10 years ago

“Okay,” you say, leaving the minuscule bathroom in your dorm room and showing off your new dress to Sero, who was sitting on the edge of your bed. “What do you think?”

He looks up from his phone and pauses, taking in your blue dress and sandals, makeup and hair done. You look beautiful. His heart skips a beat and his face reddens when you spin around, smiling.

“It’s- fine .” He looks away, forcing himself to not look love-sick.

“Fine?” Your smile drops.

“It’s okay.” Sero shrugs. “I don’t understand why you have to go, though.”

You sigh. “Not this again.”

He stands up from your bed and crosses his arms.

“I’m serious. Monoma hates our class, why would he want to go out with you?”

“Wow, Sero. Thank you.” You turn around to enter the bathroom again, but Sero catches you before you do.

“No, I mean!” He holds your elbow, turning you to face him, “Why would you want to go out with him?”

“He makes me laugh,” you shrug.

“That’s not very hard to do, is it?”

“ Hanta! ”

“I’m just saying! You deserve better.”

You lean on the doorframe, head resting on the wooden structure, as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Are you jealous?” You smile, crossing your arms.

The question makes him jump, widening his eyes, “What?! Of course not!”

Sero turns his back on you, taking large steps to make some distance between the both of you. You just laugh, taking one last look in the mirror, ready to go out.

“Well, I’m going, whether you like it or not.” You declare, grabbing your purse from your desk.

“Fine. Have fun then.”

“I will!”

…

Now

“So, funny bumping into Monoma today, right?” Sero says, dropping himself on your bed.

It’s a Friday night and you were doing some chores peacefully in your bedroom, until he barged in through the window.

“You know you can use the door, like a normal person, right?” You say, dropping a bunch of clean laundry to fold and put it in your closet. Sero is still wearing his hero suit, helmet under his arm, sweat glistening on his temples. “And don’t lie on the bed with that gross suit!”

“You seemed to like the suit the other day…” He gives you a shit eating smile.

You just roll your eyes and turn your back to him, hiding the fact that you might look flustered. Walking to your closet, you pull out a spare pair of shorts and a shirt you’d always keep for when he’d show up unannounced like tonight.

“Here.” You throw the clothes at him, “Change your clothes. I just put on clean bed sheets.

Sero sighs, hopping from the bed and undressing. “You seemed so happy to run into him.”

“Who?”

“Phantom Thief,” he says, referring to Monoma’s hero name.

During a patrol round together, you and Sero ran into your old high school crush, Neito Monoma. He recognized you on the spot and you both engaged in a pleasant conversation that lasted longer than it should have, in Sero’s eyes. It’s not like he was jealous or something – he was –, but seeing you smiling and laughing with another guy made him annoyed. Sero tried to chime in a few times, but, apparently, you and Monoma had your own inside jokes and memories to reminisce about.

At the end of the conversation, Monoma even asked for your contact information so you could keep in touch, and you happily obliged. It did leave a bitter taste in Sero’s mouth to see you eagerly type your number in on his phone, but he kept quiet on the way back to the agency.

What broke the camel’s back was when Sero was on his break, after you went home, mindlessly scrolling through his phone when he saw a picture of you, him, and Monoma on a shitty gossip website. You looked so happy talking with Monoma in the picture, as Sero stood behind you, only half of his body in the frame.

It made his blood boil.

“Yeah, it was nice to see someone from school,” you answer, folding a T-shirt, “someone that isn't from our friend group, that is.”

“Especially him, right?” He kicked his shoes off, crossing his ankles.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, you used to go out with him a lot “

You snort, “Please, it was one date. He was late and it was super awkward. Remember how I kept avoiding him and then you and Bakugou had to scare him away?” You laugh, fond of the memories.

“I remember you being giddy about going out with him.”

You pause. “Are you jealous?”

Sero hesitates for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip. “No.”

“Oh my god, you are!” You bark out a laugh, throwing your head back, “that's new.”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. His annoyance grows by the second and he can’t even look at you right now. You walk to him, and go around your bed, patting his head in a condescending way.

“Aw, don't worry about it, you know you're the only one who can make me come.”

“Me and Kaminari apparently,” he mumbles, referring to last week when you and him had some fun with Kaminari at his apartment.

“Oh, here we go again,” you sigh, rolling your eyes, “if I knew it was going to be a problem, I wouldn't have gone along with it.”

“You even squirted all over him!” He hops off the bed to face you better.

“Hanta…” you sigh again, “where is this coming from? I thought you were okay with it–”

“I was, until you started moaning to him, like a whore –”

As soon as the word left his mouth, your hand made contact with his face in a hard slap. You were always quicker than him, your reflexes sharper than his. He stares at you dumbfounded, mouth agape. You stare back, pupils dilated and a deep frown between your eyebrows.

“What the fuck–”

You don’t get to finish as Sero’s mouth is suddenly on yours, his hands cupping your face as he forces his tongue inside your mouth. You used all your strength to push him away and stare back at him for a moment, before kissing him back, giving in to him. The kiss isn’t like the sweet or heated ones you’ve exchanged before. It’s a fight for domination, to see who’s angrier at the other.

It’s a clash of teeth, biting of lips, as Sero reaches for the hem of your shirt and hastily pulls it over your head. You reach for the back of his suit, trembling hands looking for the invisible zipper that would give you access to him; you pull it down his shoulders as you both fall back into the mattress, him on top of you.

Sero kneels on the bed, quickly pulling your shorts down and undressing his suit right after. His toned body comes to view and you salivate at the sight, wanting to lick down his torso and give him the best blowjob of your life. You’re still angry at him, so you hold yourself back, even when he’s on top of you again, mouth on your neck, hand in your hair. He sinks his teeth on the soft flesh right under your ear, making you let out a cry. He’s never been this rough with you, it’s definitely a new sight. You’re not sure if you dislike it completely.

Before you realize, Sero flips you over, having you on your stomach, and pulls your hips up. You’re on your fours now, completely bare to him, but you face the full body mirror you have in front of your bed. Your hair is all messy from Sero’s tugs and your lips are swollen and full from his rough kisses. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, full of lust, as he sinks inside you, not giving time for you to catch your breath. He thrusts inside almost immediately, only pausing to press his chest to your back, and tangle his fingers on your hair. His lips touch your right ear as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You like it when I’m rough with you?” He says, still thrusting hard inside of you. You don’t respond, still trying to catch your breath from being impaled by his dick just moments ago. Sero pulls your hair even harder when you’re about to close your eyes, so you look back at him, “You like to be treated like a slut, don’t you?”

“Shut–”

“I saw your face when I called you a whore. It makes you horny.”

You hate it. You hate it that he’s right. You hate to admit, even to yourself, that when he called you a whore, you acted out on instinct, slapping him, but the word sent a wave of arousal to the middle of your legs. What made you even more turned on was the look in his eyes when you slapped him. His pupils dilated right after the initial shock.

“Shut up.” You push him away from you, making him lie back on the bed.

You lock eyes, tension crackling like static in the air; pushing him back almost roughly, you straddle his face, grabbing a fist full of his hair. Sero immediately grabs your hips and sinks his mouth on you, despite every cell of his body telling him not to give you the satisfaction. You throw your head back as he latches onto you, sucking and licking and rubbing just the way you like it. When you orgasm, your grip on his hair tightens and you ride his face with no shame.

Sero squeezes the flesh of your hips as you get off him, moving to sit on his cock. He glides in easily with you so wet and open for him and the position allows you to feel every inch of him. You try to control the twitches of your body, so overstimulated that you can barely move, but you do your best.

“Why were you jealous today?” You breathe out as you bounce on his cock, using his chest for support. Sweat drips down your nose onto his forehead as you stare intensely into his eyes. When he doesn’t respond, you slap your hips on his, making him let out a moan. “Why, Hanta?”

“Shit, fuck!” He curses, eyes closed and fingers digging into your skin. You know he’s close, but you wish he was closer because your legs are burning and you feel them giving in. “Fuck, angel, it’s because I love you!”

You stop, eyes wide and heart beating fast. Sero opens his eyes, widening them.

“You love me?” You ask, gasping for air.

“I have to go.”

“What?!” You’re confused now, as he’s still inside you.

Sero pushes you away from him, quickly pulling his suit up as he tries to step into his shoes. You stare at him, dumbfounded and speechless as he makes his way to the bedroom window. Before you realize, he’s gone without a word.

And you’re sitting on the bed, still naked and sweaty, words sinking in.

Your best friend loves you back.

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a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: put on an angsty playlist for this one, just trust me😭

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 8. (soon!)

part 7.

you and bakugou sat on his bed after your night out, finally putting together the lego set that he had just bought. earlier in the day he was barely talking to you, you were glad that things felt normal again. the others wanted so badly to build the set with you, but katsuki said “fuck off” and forced them to just wait for the end result.

“where the hell does this damn piece go.” he huffed out. he had been working with this one piece for the last 5 minutes.

you laughed at his frustration and grabbed the piece from his hand, flipping through the instruction pamphlet as he watched you closely. with your brows furrowed and your face contorted with confusion, you finally found where the piece went and let out an “aha!” in victory. bakugou laughed to himself over your determination and you turned your head to look at him.

“what?” you asked him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“nothing,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’re just so focused. it’s funny.”

you rolled your eyes at him and continued to build the lego guitar, finally seeing some progress. you and bakugou hadn’t been talking much, just listening to your playlist and enjoying the company.

“you and purple hair?” he said, splitting the quiet.

“uh…we’re good? i think? i don’t know. we talked today and i can’t tell if it was a good conversation or not.” you didn’t make eye contact with him as he looked at you. “i don’t think i wanna talk about it, that’s a future me problem.” you laughed out, trying to lighten the mood.

he nodded his head and you went back to listening to the music as you built this weirdly difficult set.

“you guys all went to high school together, right?” you figured now was a good a time as any to get to know this blonde boy some more.

“uh yeah. eijiro and i were the only ones who really knew where we wanted to go to college, the other two just followed along.” he answered back. “what about you?”

“the girls and i have been friends since the end of middle school. we knew we wanted to go to school together after we graduated so we chose this place and all got accepted.” you said, still messing around with the legos.

“sucks that you couldn’t be with them.”

“yeah i was really bummed about it at first.” you responded back to him, moving your hair to the side so you could see the instructions better.

“you like it here though?” he asked hesitantly.

“obviously.” you said with a laugh. “i mean, i was nervous at first, but after the first week i knew that i liked living with you guys.”

he stared at you for a minute, taking in your features. did you always look like this? something about the way you focused on this stupid lego set had him enthralled. did your eyebrows always crease like that or was that new? the way your hair fell even had him confused at what words he should use next. what the hell was going on?

“do you ever regret it?” he said, taking careful consideration of the way your lips moved as you thought about what to say.

“no, i don’t think i do.” you looked up as you thought about your time with the four idiots. “you guys are definitely stupid most of the time, but i’ve grown to really love you guys and your weird habits. it’s become second nature to me.” you said, tilting your head at him.

all he could do was look at you as he thought “what is going on with me right now”. you didn’t take your eyes off of him, instead, you knitted your eyebrows together at his silence.

“why? do you regret me moving in?” you said with a chuckle, obviously asking as a joke.

he thought about your question for way longer than intended.

“i mean sometimes i think it would be better if you didn’t move in.” he replied. wait, did he mean to say it like that?

he watched your face drop slightly, and cursed himself.

“what do you mean?” you had officially dropped the legos you were holding.

“not in a bad way. i just mean that things would be easier if you didn’t.” he said, watching your face drop further. he was totally fucking his words up now.

all you could do was stare at him, trying to read his expression. was he being serious? was he just fucking with you? what the hell was he saying right now.

“easier how? do i make things difficult or something?”

“no that’s not what i’m saying.” he rushed the words out of his mouth, losing control of his ability to fix the situation he just created.

“then what are you saying? do you wish i hadn’t moved in or something?” you could feel your breathing getting shallow and your face getting hot. this was not a conversation you wanted to have after the shit you went through with shinso today.

“i like that you live here, but sometimes i think about how different it would be if you didn’t.” these words sounded way different in his head. he was really trying to express how much he DID enjoy you living here. god what the fuck is going on? he had never felt this helpless before, but something about you, right now, made him unable to think straight.

how were you supposed to react to this? was he meaning to say this? had he been thinking this since you moved in?

“i mean, like, maybe it would have been better for you if you didn’t move in.” he said, his mouth going dry.

“better for me how, katsuki? you’re really throwing me for a loop right now.”

“fuck. okay i’m gonna go get us some waters or something.” he responded, not hesitating to get up off the bed and make a beeline for the door, leaving the conversation unfinished.

you stared after him, mouth agape, as each possible thought ran through your head. without thinking, you were on your feet following after him. he hadn’t made it to the kitchen yet when you called out to him.

“what do you mean katsuki?” you could feel your throat start to ache as you held in your emotion.

“just give me a second, okay?” he said turning to look at you, and quickly turning back.

kirishima sat on the couch watching this interaction, confused as to what the hell was going on, while sero and denki were in the kitchen trying to make a video when they heard your voice.

“no katsuki i need you to talk to me. do you all feel this way?”

bakugou stopped in his tracks and sighed, putting his hands on his hips and turning to face you. the two in the kitchen had come out from behind the wall to see what was happening while kirishima paused the video on his phone to try to figure out what you were talking about.

“i fucked up my words alright? i didn’t mean it the way you’re taking it.” he said calmly, hoping he could defuse the situation.

“how else am i supposed fucking take it? you basically said you wished i hadn’t have moved in!” you were entering the shouting zone now. you were really trying to control your emotions but hearing what you heard from bakugou was the last thing you wanted to come out of his mouth.

“fuck y/n. that’s not what i meant.” he said rubbing his face. did he even know how to explain to you what he meant? that if you hadn’t moved in maybe he wouldn’t feel this helpless and confused? that if you hadn’t moved in he wouldn’t worry about you constantly? how he would still feel normal if you weren’t here?

“then tell me katsuki! please!” you begged, “do you hate me or something?”

his eyes widened and he took a step toward you.

“god, no i don’t hate you.”

the other three that were in the room looked at each other in utter confusion. denki looked at kiri with a look that said “should we step in?”

“i’m saying that if you weren’t here things would be different, but i don’t mean that in a bad way.”

“i think i’m confused how you don’t mean that in a bad way. it sounds like you’re saying you just wish i didn’t move in.”

“FUCK. i don’t mean it like that, okay?” his arms were raised at his side. “i mean, like, we’re idiots and maybe you would have found better somewhere else.” was he saying the right things?

“i already explained that i love you guys and i don’t regret it. you definitely have your moments where i wish i could shut you all out, but that’s normal.” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that’s one of the things i’m trying to get at here! no one asked you to move in, but you’re still here.” fuck that’s not how he meant to say it. he meant to say it like “no one made you choose this place but you chose it anyway”. he was royally fucking this up.

your faced contorted into one of confusion and frustration. no one asked you to be here? maybe he meant to word it differently but his tone was betraying him right now. bakugou was so difficult to read and it made you want to grab him by the head and slam him into a wall.

“no one asked me to be here? i think the ad kirishima posted would say otherwise, bakugou.”

“oh my god, that’s not how i meant it.”

kirishima finally got up from his place on the couch and walked to where you two stood.

“okay guys, wanna tell me what the hell is going on?”

bakugou looked at kirishima with a look that said “please go the fuck away” but also “please help me” and then looked back at you. it was obvious you were trying not to cry and he wanted to grab you right there and pull you in.

“i…um. i think i’m just gonna…” you said, turning on your heel toward your bedroom.

the boys surrounded bakugou, questioning him immediately.

“what the fuck did you just do bro.” kirishima said, grabbing him by the shoulder.

bakugou stared blankly toward where you walked away, saying “fuck” in his head over and over. he had never felt this anxious in his life. he usually didn’t care what words came out of his mouth or how they came out, but tonight, not a single word came out the way he wanted it to. he wanted to explain what he meant, but he wasn’t even sure how to do that.

“katsuki. dude. hello?” kirishima said, knocking bakugou out of it. “what the hell just happened?”

“i don’t know.”

“what the fuck do you mean you don’t know?” kaminari responded.

“i’m gonna go talk to her.” sero said, slipping past the other three.

when you heard a knock on your door you hesitantly answered, seeing your black haired friend staring back at you. you were in the middle of packing a bag to stay with jirou and mina. maybe you just needed to get out of bakugou’s hair for a few days, maybe give him some space to let him breathe. something had obviously been wrong with him recently and maybe this was a result of it. you didn’t want him to harbor any negative feelings toward you, that was actually the last thing you wanted.

“what happened?”

“i don’t know.” you said returning back to your bag, “i think he’s going through something and obviously i’m not making it any better, so i’m just gonna stay with jirou and mina for the night.”

“dude, please don’t. bakugou is really bad with words, i don’t think he meant a single thing he said.”

“but what if he did?” you turned to look at sero, tears fully streaming down your face now. he was quick to pull you into a hug as you cried into his shirt.

“maybe i did something wrong.” you said in between tears.

“no, y/n you didn’t do anything wrong. he is just really bad with people for whatever fucking reason. just let him figure out what he wanted to say.”

you broke the hug and zipped your bag up, slinging it over your shoulder.

“i love you all, but i think i’m going to give him some space for a day or two. i don’t know if he meant what he said but i care about him enough to not want him suffering just because i’m here.” you said, walking toward your door and leaving sero behind.

the others watched you walk toward the front door, their mouths wide open as you said goodnight to them before shutting the door behind you.

“you’re fucking joking.” kirishima said with a look to sero.

sero looked at bakugou and sighed.

“she’s doing that for you bro. she thinks maybe her not being around for a few days will help you clear your head. even though you said whatever fucked up thing you did, she’s still prioritizing your stupid ass.”

“she’s leaving?” katsuki responded blankly.

“like i said, doing it for you. not even because she’s mad at you, but because she’s fucking worried about you.”

“oh my god bro.” kaminari said, pacing the room.

bakugou silently walked to his room, only thinking about what he could do to fix the shithole he just put himself in.

you made it to your car and called jirou. she was quick to invite you over, saying you could stay as long as you needed.

with the windows all the way down, you drove with tears in your eyes and your music blaring, ignoring your phone as it lit up with missed calls and messages.

this felt worse than anything you had gone through in recent months. this hurt you more than you wanted it to, but why?

you weren’t even thinking about shinso anymore.

an: long ass chapter, i’m so sorry😭 but this was the chapter i have had planned for DAYSS so i had to make sure it was thorough and somewhat well written. i love angst 😁 oh miscommunication trope, my beloved (it makes me want to shoot myself)

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bold of you to think i'd get anything done release week of a taylor album

hii can i ask for prompt 2 with bakugo for the drabble event? sfw pls !! thank u :)

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ও rating. sfw

ও prompt. “can I kiss you?” | wc. 500+

cw/ tw. friends to lovers, fluff

ও featuring. Bakugou x Fem!Reader

ও an. oh my gosh, I was so excited to see someone requested something for my favorite blasty boy:3 there was going to be angst, but I just miss him so there's nothing but some good ol' strangers to lovers vibes| tee's drabble event

The new girl running the front desk at the gym is going to be a problem.

It starts with her smiling too brightly as he walks in one morning, all teeth and that little twinkle in her eye that feels like trouble when she scans his membership card.

“Good morning, Mr. Dynamight.” 

“It’s just Bakugou,” he tells you as he takes his card off the counter. 

The following day, it’s the same, except Denki is there to make it worse.

He nudges Bakugou with his elbow. “She’s kinda pretty, huh?”

“Shut up,” he grumbles. “She’ll hear you, idiot.”

Whatever, he’s not blind, but he doesn’t have the time—even if she smiles at him like that and how he’ll think about it later: on missions, at his desk, during conference calls. See, a distraction in the disguise of a gym uniform polo and khaki pants.

Honestly, it’s that she—

(You try to make small talk with him every morning, and Bakugou is starting to think it’s just for him because on the days he doesn’t come alone, you merely scan his card and go back to reading the open book on the desk.)

That she almost—

(He bumps into you at the supermarket and makes a dumb joke about carrots that makes you laugh. He's a little tongue-tied and awkward afterward because he wants to hear it again. Instead, he tosses daikon in his basket and walks away.)

It’s nothing—

(Bakugou doesn’t know what he’s doing the first time he invites you on a night out to meet his friends. He’s dated and had hook-ups before, but this isn’t like that. His palms are sweaty, more than usual, and no amount of wiping them on the thighs of his jeans keeps them dry. Then you walk into the bar in a maroon dress, and he wishes he wasn’t introducing you as his friend.)

But she—

(You start sending him texts in the morning. Never an actual good morning text, but of: the dogs you take on walks, the sunrise, the new flower box in your window. Somehow, it’s better.)

She really is—

(His house feels too hot, and he’s not even paying attention to the movie because you're so close; your leg drapes over his under the blanket, fingers fisting into his sweater at his stomach. 

It feels monumental—something more than the gentle touch to his elbow while squeezing by each other in the entryway earlier. 

He must be staring because you glance up at him, smiling, and the sound from the TV turns into white noise in the background.

“Can I…Fuck,” Bakugou sighs over how pathetically he’s messing this up. “Can I kiss you?”

When your lips press against his, it feels like falling and flying.)

“I knew you’d be trouble,” he tells you one day, glaring at the asshole further down the bar who didn't know how to keep his hands to himself.

“Oh, yeah?” you giggle, leaning into his side.

“Yeah,” the corners of his mouth quirk, though he hides it when he presses a kiss against your temple. “A real pain in my ass.”

I crave for some fics where bkg just...crushes on his classmate,,nothing more..nothing less,,,just some highschool puppylove.

There are days where bakugou wonders how it would feel if you had awoken in his arms. He cooks early in the morning fantasizing that he's making food for two.

Days where soft rain pours outside his window, morning spent daydreaming of you shaking him awake on a Saturday to tell him that it's raining.

He blinks at his ceiling and sighs, forcing himself to get ready and go to the common area.

You're sitting near the window. Bakugou can see a mug in your hand with a mysterious liquid he can only guess could be tea. He sneaks by you into the kitchen.

"Bakugou?"

He hears your voice call out to him softly. For a brief moment, he pinches his eyes closed and sighs. He turns his body around and glares to your hunched figure.

"Hah?"

You wave softly at him before returning your gaze at the soft rain that pours outside. Bakugous eye twitches and he grips his fists tightly before retreating back into the kitchen. The sound of plates hitting each other cut through the air, his mind unconsciously grabbing 3 eggs and oiling up a pan.

You shift in once hearing your name being called.

"'Made some shit for you. Know you don't eat breakfast so hurry up."

Bakugou watched as you walk bewilderingly, wobbling out of your blanket-like-cocoon and to the dining table. 2 plates were placed shoulder to shoulder, one lathered with—what seemed to be hot sauce.

The plates are cleaned within a few minutes. And with a satisfied grunt from Bakugou, he turned to leave towards his dorm.

"Ah..thank you for the meal, Bakugou."

He departs with a gentle smile on his face, finally, finally, he cooked for you. Face planted on his palm with closed eyes as images of you and him together float around his head.

I HAD A DREAM ABT BUYING A HOUSE W BKG !

i feel like he is more of a penthouse guy, preferring to be able to wake up and see the whole city from his kitchen but you guys have been dating for close to a 18 months now and he can’t stop thinking about wanting a life with you. not that he doesn’t already have one. he just longs for a more domestic life.

one where he walk into the doors after work to find you just getting home from picking up your kids from daycare. the mini versions of you and him burst through the door to tackle their daddy in a big hug. asking about his day and how they got to see him on TV during lunch today. you would tell them to go get changed into more comfortable cloths and do some chores before dinner and they’re off. despite coming from katsuki - the worst behaving kid in the planet according to his mother - you’re angels are just that, angels. once the kids are off to their rooms he comes up to you and wraps his big strong arms around you, pulling you in for a long needed kiss and hug. “who’s cooking dinner tonight?” he ask, following you into the kitchen. “i was thinking i would. you did it the last two nights, babe. what are you in the mood for?”.

katsuki doesnt follow the realator around the home like you do. he walks quietly around and imagines what having a family in this house would look like. he would walk in and see you in your office, shelves already installed for both of your awards you’ve gotten. or he’d walk further in and see you on the couch with a glass of wine or in the kitchen arguing with your childern on why we couldn’t have pancakes for dinner. or just maybe he’d go down the first hall and see you cradling your newborn back to sleep.

he goes to the master bedroom where he sees his imaginary version of you already in bed, scolding him for not answering his phone if he’s going to be out late on patrol. or perhaps youre in the bath. the big porcelain bathtub that could definitely hold the two of you and all your body and hair care crap.

he passes you and the realitor talking about the walls or the sunroom or whatever. he wanders to the living room. with big sliding glass doors touching from the floor to the ceiling. he goes outside and knows exactly what you’re going to say when you come out here. “kat, babe where’d you go- OH MY GOODNESS this is the perfect little area for my garden!” you say coming out behind him. yep. he knows you all too well. and he knows this is the perfect place to start a new part of his life with you.

“alright so Mr. Dynamite, like i was telling your partner, this home offers 5,700 square feet-“ hell yeah- 300 sqf bigger than deku’s.

pov: you’re drop-dead gorgeous (and they don’t know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there’s no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you’re so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you’re so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he’d watch intently the way you’d smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there’s even anything to fix. he’ll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), “tell me why you’re so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!”

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he’s just mesmerized by the whole thing.

“katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we’re gonna be late.”

his only response is: “fuck off.”

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. “tch, you don’t even need any of this shit.”

“you don’t like it, katsuki?” you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

“h-hah?! i didn’t say that!” he shoves it to your hand, “now do this glittery shit next!”

and you just ditch whatever plans you’d made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he’ll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn’t know how he just let it happen but he’s like, “whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n.”

he then proceeds to tell you that, “every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness.”

“forgive them for what?”

he stares blankly at you. “for breathing the same air as you.”

bakugo katsuki’s not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, “u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n.”

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