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Bakugo and TikTok Reader

-Part One

-Part Two

-Part Three

- What is Reader's Quirk?

-Part Four

- The Rankings

-Sex with Bakugo

-Hawks

-An explanation

older brother’s best friend suna is so annoying !!!

like you come home to find him lounging in the kitchen with a bag of chips and he shoots you a look, asking “what are you doing here?” and you’re stuck there flabbergasted because the last time you checked, YOU lived here!

or how he has absolutely no regard for your personal space. he’ll plop down next to you on the couch and spend exactly .23 seconds being normal before he’s laying his long ass body down across the length of the couch and shoving his feet all over your face.

somehow the even more infuriating breach of personal space than feet in the face is when he crowds up behind you in the kitchen during another one of your parents family dinners, leaning down — his head almost resting on your shoulder — to reach into the fridge that you’d been scouring. not so much as apologizing as he grabs a bottle of beer and leaves.

or when you’re both hanging out in your brother’s apartment one night in college — YOU’RE house sitting for him as he visits his girlfriend, you don’t know what suna’s excuse is — and you’re on the couch just flipping through tinder. suna pokes his head over your shoulder, encouraging you to swipe left on every guy that you see for various reasons. “too scrubby” “he’s lying about his height” “is that a fish”. until you stumble across his profile — it’s barely even that, just a picture of himself and a short bio + some details. and the two of you sit there silently for a second until you cough and laugh breathily, breaking the ice by telling him what a shitty photo he chose. (you close the app as you tease him, though he doesn’t miss how you don’t swipe.)

or when he gives you tickets to his game against MSBY, explaining them away like “i had some extra ones” “your brother said he couldn’t make it” “i know you’re busy with school, just wanted to get them off my hands”. but has the dumbest grin on his face when he sees you in the stands. and after EJP wins the match, he heads straight over to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders emphatically and preening about how “you came just to see me ?? you like me or something??”

(“that his girl?” washio asks, nodding to where you and suna stand by the edge of the gym. suna’s face is lit up like a christmas tree, and although you’re rolling your eyes at whatever he’s saying, your smile is no less wider.

komori opens his mouth. closes it. opens it again “i-“. closes it. and then he settles for a shrug. “don’t know, honestly.”)

will bug you at 2am over text with offers of gamepigeon and trips to the nearby 24hr ramen place because he knows you’re awake and whether it’s through text or in person, though you win at 8ball every time, he relishes every second of the time he can get with you.

who stands on the balcony of his apartment with you at 11:58pm, a new year’s eve party in full blast on the other side of the sliding glass doors. his suit jacket is tossed over your shoulders and there’s snow in his hair and yours. you clink your champagne glasses at 11:59 and as the clock reaches midnight you lean up on the tiptoes of your heels and kiss his cheek. “happy new year, rin.” who wraps an arm around your shoulder and tugs you to his side, kissing your temple. “happy new year, scrub.”

who avoids your brother’s knowing gaze when they’re out with their friends and someone asks who’s texting him — his phone having most of his attention that night as you give him your live reaction to the show you’re watching. he replies “no one, it’s nothing” and your brother’s eyes narrow a bit — teasingly, appraisingly, knowingly— and the weight of it hangs between them for the rest of the night, though neither of them breach the subject again.

brother’s best friend suna who goes abroad for the olympics. who visits you before he goes — your apartment a quick stop on the way to the airport. you make him a cup of coffee and talk about everything and nothing, and he can’t tear his eyes off of you. you ask him if you can drive him to the airport but he shrugs and sets his cup down, claiming he doesn’t want to be a bother.

whose hugs are usually so obnoxious — big, bone crushing things where he practically lifts you off your feet, his arms enveloping your entire body — but today he hugs you softly at your front door, his head resting on top of yours for a few moments before he pulls back and smiles down at you, his usual snark returning with a goodbye of “don’t burn the place down while i’m gone”.

who knew that you had long since exited the realm of just being his best friend’s little sister but doesn’t realize what exactly you are to him — what he wants to be to you — until he’s home again and the adrenaline has worn off. your brother drags him into the house for a welcome-back dinner and although he’s over the moon to see your father and mother again, as they are him, his eyes dart around, looking for you.

and when he hears your voice (calling out “who’s at the door?”) and sees you at the top of the staircase, his heart feels like it stops. it only jumpstarts when you’re in his arms suddenly, barreling down the stairs and throwing your own around his neck as you laugh.

and he knows.

20k notes on this and I’ll confess to my crush of 6 years

YES PLEASE AHHHHH THE WAY I NEED HIM IS FERAL.

Shinsou will tell you with a straight face that he doesn’t get jealous but if anyone looks at you for too long he presses a kiss to your neck while making direct eye contact with them

sometimes the media was a bit invasive when it came to izuku’s personal life. it wasn’t surprising considering he was the number one hero, you knew what you were getting into the moment you started dating him, the moment you accepted the rather large diamond ring he presented you. but still, all eyes on him, and now in turn on you, made being out in public a bit stressful. izuku midoriya was a touchy man, his hands liked to roam, firm squeezes on your waist, playful taps on your ass, and all you could think about was how some magazine would hear about his obsession with pda. but it was nice to know he never feared your relationship being seen, he couldn’t care less what anyone thought of him slipping his tongue in his wife’s mouth for a kiss goodbye, or when he showed off your hickeys and claw marks at the gym.

he always became a bit snippy with journalists who were nothing less than disrespectful, asking him questions like whether or not you were fit to stand by his side or his least favorite, ‘how is your lady friend doing these days, deku?’

“my wife is doing just fine, thank you.”

there were so many pictures of him leaving shops with bouquets of flowers on his way home, or of him smiling boyishly with his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. he always included your name in speeches, flirty comments always making you blush on the sidelines, in shock at how he could always be so blunt in front of all these people.

“there she is,” he’d point you out in the front row, seated between his friends who were also watching him accept his award, or making a statement on what he plans to do within the community, “give them a spin, honey. show them what i get to come home to.”

and jeez, his face shows innocence to anyone who doesn’t know him personally, but you know he’s undressing you with his eyes. if he’s in a particularly amped up mood, he might even lead you away from the crowd to a tucked away restroom or hurry you to the backseat of his car because ‘you just look so sweet cheering me on.’ but the cameras are always on him and when a picture gets out of his palm against the fogged up window of his sports car, you’re overly embarrassed.

“izu…” you all but whine, pointing at the picture that made front cover, a new scandal to be mused over.”

“if those prissy reporters want to write about me fucking my wife…i don’t think that’s our issue my love.”

“it’s crude. everyone at work is talking about it. i don’t want to seem like a whore.”

he sighs softly, thumbing at the pout in your lips, “i’ll try to be more restrained. i’ll talk to my publicity team to try to get it taken down, but don’t stress about it.”

you nod, looking down at the picture, mentally beating yourself for how your stomach flipped at the memory of him rearranging your insides just outside of a venue. it was a lewd feeling to think he was so pussy whipped he’d risk getting caught, knowing his status amongst the people.

“you’re insatiable, izu.”

he only chuckles, “just think of all the essays about our sex life that will be written when i finally put a kid in you.”

you’d never leave the house again at this point, you think as you go wide eyed at his statement.

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