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yaaY!! we're talking about bakugou!1! ok soooo

u can pick any of these but

- bakugou visiting u at your part time job at some store except no one knows yall are dating and he's buying you all this stuff, having you ring him up and you know full well that everything he picked is for u so yall are looking at each other like 👁 👁

- bakugou sneaking "love" letters into your school locker when no one's watching (quotation marks bc he'll be like "meet me on the roof for a surprise" and he'll cross it out like "meet me NOW"

- bakugou gently helping you do your skin care routine after you come home drunk but ur being so clingy he cant help but let you rest your head on his chest for a few minutes

yup i am still doing prompts besties !!!! i still want to write all of these ones ^ so i have started with the LAST ONE !!! (and anon ur ideas r so sweet)

synopsis / a/n: reader coming home drunk after a night out with her friends including lots of cute moments and katsuki is so fucking cute EYE want him so badly. also yes i used a billie eilish lyric but nobody will notice. (this could have been much shorter but i kept writing dialogue and i love dialogue so no APOLOGIES!!!)

like i was made for you (2.3k)

Bakugou knew the routine. Warning you not to do anything stupid, making sure you drink water in-between and the most important one is to call him if anything happens. And he means anything. He says this all to you almost in an authoritative tone, a sergeant drilling orders into you before going on an important mission. You’re not though, you’re just going out to a club with your friends to dance and get a little bit tipsy. Tipsy. Not drunk. But Bakugou can tell you want to do more than that, the way you’re swaying with excitement when you talk to him, with fluttering false eyelashes that kiss at your cheeks every time you blink at him. Your makeup makes you look pretty like a doll and you’re wearing the tightest, and maybe shortest dress he’s ever seen, that’s showing so much skin. Though he isn’t the type to complain about that because see order three: call him if anything happens. And most of all he trusts you.

His outfit completely juxtaposes yours, in a baggy grey hoodie and some comfy joggers that are so tight around his ass that you fight with yourself to not squeeze it in front of the nosy eyes of your friends who are waiting for you to hurry up. It makes him look so warm and soft and like home that if he asked for you not to go, you’d happily oblige. Bakugou still has this faux glare stuck on his face as his ruby eyes scan you up and down but you know it really just translates into a gruff, “you do look fuckin’ gorgeous though baby.”

You snake your arms around his neck at his compliment before kissing the corner of his mouth. With the pad of your thumb, you wipe away the remnants of your lip gloss that stuck to his cheek whilst whispering a cheeky, “thank you ‘Suki” with a tilt to your head.

“If anything happens-“

“I know Katsuki, I’ll call you,” He presses his lips to yours, kissing you a little longer than your friends would like to see, even going in for a second one when they start groaning for you to hurry up.

You giggle, placing your palm on his chest to push him away, his lips still pouted out as you do. “Stop I gotta go,” kissing him one last time before reluctantly untangling yourself from him and walking in the direction of your friends. He shoves his hands in his jogger pockets to savour the warmth your body provided as you mouth a, “Love you!” while walking backwards. He rolls his eyes at your cuteness, both your hands waving at him. Bakugou nods a “love you too” back, still staring as you do a little run to catch up with your friends.

Bakugou knew the routine. He strolls back into his dorm room, feeling much heavier and grumpier than before without your fluttering presence around. Part of him forgets what life was even like before he met you as with everything he does now, the image of you nags at his brain. What are you doing? Did you get there safely? (He knows you did because you send him a selfie with a grin and the front of the club in the background, along with the message “just got here now we’re waiting in line !!!!!” Bakugou smiles a little at his phone rapidly messaging back, “Have fun” then “But not too much”.) With that, he makes himself busy, doing some homework, sitting with the boys before getting ready for bed even earlier than usual. This is so he’d have some energy to be up when you get back because you love to go to his dorm rather than your own. Something about how you miss him even more when you’re drunk and Bakugou isn’t stupid to send you away, if anything he’d more than willing for you to come over. So, ensuring his phone is on silent aside from your number, he naps to prepare for your return.

Three timid knocks sounded from Bakugou’s door with a soft, “Katsuki are you awake? If you’re not I will go back to my room!”

Being ever the light sleeper Bakugou is, with a swipe at his eyes, he swiftly climbs out his bed and switches his bedside lamp on at the sound of your voice. You, hearing him move on the other side, let out a little squeal, evident that you were still drunk, “yay you are! I missed you so much! I kept wanting to call you to tell you but then the girls took my phone and then I thought you were sleeping and I didn’t want to annoy you and-“

Bakugou hadn’t even opened the door yet and you were already on a ramble, chatting away to the wood of his door. With a sleepy smirk, he opened his door, yanking you inside before you wake up his corridor. “You wouldn’t have annoyed me,” but his words were already ignored by you as with wide excited eyes, face covered in the orange warmth of his lamp, practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, rubbing your face on his jumper and… were you sniffing him? He had half the mind to tell you not to rub your make-up on him but he felt so content with the moment, silent between you both, that he honestly didn’t care.

“You smell so nice ‘Suki, like you usually smell sweet because your quirk and everything, makes me wanna eat you, but you smell like… like fabric conditioner flowers and fresh linen. You could sell this…” You gasped like a lightbulb went off in your head, resting your chin between his chest to gaze up at him, Bakugou met your gaze with a smile, noticing your slightly watery eyes and eyeshadow that had slightly faded, “you could put your sweat in a perfume bottle and… and mix it with that conditioner scent… people would pay BIG money for that.”

Your eyes were round staring at him, doe-like, genuinely waiting for what he thought about your idea and Bakugou couldn’t help but entertain you, “but if everyone had my sweat then they could learn to make gear to set off explosions like I do and what would be the point of me?”

Now you switched comically to a look of shock, mouth shaped like an O, almost like you were stupid for not thinking that. “Oh my god, that’s… that’s so true, we can’t have that. I’ll just keep you to myself. You’re just for me to smell.”

Bakugou kissed the frown between your eyebrows, feeling himself turn to dough at your words. He blamed it for the daze he was in from waking up because he knew this was just drunk you talking, “that’s right, I’m just for you.”

Your eyes lit up, pulling him down into you even further, not noticing the strain you were putting on his neck to meet your height. To be honest, Bakugou didn’t either, “and you’re just for me… no wait… yeah I’m just for you too.”

Bakugou playfully rolled his eyes at the slur in your voice, giving you a peck to your lips before pulling you into his ensuite bathroom.

“C’mon, princess, sit on the counter so we can go to bed,” you followed his words, feeling the urge to obey and keep him happy. A massive grin permanently stamped on your face as he mutters a “good girl” when you listen. You begin to swing your legs on the counter, watching Bakugou potter around his extremely tidy and clean bathroom. Firstly, dimming the lights slightly and pulling out a basket of your skincare and makeup remover that you keep with him.

“I missed you sooo much today.” You repeat, eyes following Bakugou’s hands as he fiddles to grab a moist makeup wipe. You became cross-eyed trying to focus on his hand coming closer to your face, cheeks rising as you felt the damp wipe drag softly across your face.

“Did you?” he breathes, his other hand moving to adjust the strap of your dress that had fallen.

You nod rapidly in reply, licking your lips at his proximity. Bakugou was no stranger to giving you compliments. They were rare before you both were officially together but now that you were, he had no need to hide how he truly felt. And knowing how honest the boy was and how he was never scared to say what he felt, compliments were common for you and you could never get bored of hearing them. But whenever you tried to compliment your gorgeous boyfriend back, it usually fell on deaf ears, either shrugging it off or again switching the subject back to compliment you. And maybe it was the alcohol in your bloodstream but he had never looked more beautiful to you at this moment. Tenderly looking after you in the early morning. His blonde hair was always so fluffy, resembling wheat that brought out the faint orange specks in his deep red eyes. His nose was so prettily straight and curved at the tip and being so close you could see the tiny scars and faint scratches from his work as a hero.

“I missed you too,” he continued, bringing you out of your daydream as your hand reached up to rub your thumb against his bottom lip. You rolled it out to reveal his bottom teeth and gums before letting it pop back.

“Really? You missed me?” Bakugou busied himself, moving onto the other side of your face and having you close your eyes to slowly pull off your false eyelashes, “I didn’t think you’d miss me.”

Bakugou scoffed at your comment, “I always fuckin’ miss you, stupid. ‘M always thinkin’ about you.” You gripped onto his empty hand with both your own, his fingers immediately wrapping around yours. He already knew what your eyes were saying, the way they were glossed over, staring so deeply at him and knowing the way you get soppy so quickly when you were drunk… maybe he was a little sadistic for wanting to play into your emotions. He pulled the hand that held both yours to his lips and being the suave romantic he is, pressed two kisses to it, eyes still locked onto yours. “It’s because I love you, baby.”

Immediately you whip your head to the side and closed your eyes, stopping any tears from falling. “Don’t fucking do that Katsuki, you know what I get like.” You whined, a sharp grin taking over Bakugou’s face as he continued his duties by grabbing a cotton pad and some toner.

“I do,” he chuckles and with a finger on your chin, pushed your face back to face him. He began to laugh even louder as he noticed two stray tears fall down your cheeks. “Don’t actually fuckin’ cry, you baby. I don’t wanna deal with your crying headache.”

“Then don’t do cute shit then, Bakugou.” You frown at him, eyebrows furrowed as you try to look angry but with your cheeks puffy, it definitely does not translate.

“Okay, you win,” still with a grin as your stern face falls again. Your bottom lip juts out and tears flood your waterline. “Fine come on.”

He opens up his arms for you to fall back into his chest, even your legs wrapping around his waist like a koala with no air between your bodies. “You’re so pretty too with… with your long eyelashes and shiny red eyes and you treat me so well like you know me so well.” You weep into his shoulder, truly feeling like a big baby as he rubs circles into your back.

“I know, I know,” he purrs, “I feel like I was made for you too.”

You softly punch at his side, a chuckle rumbling from his chest, “I said stop being so cute.”

“That was my last comment for today, now let go of me so I can get you a t-shirt and we can go the fuck to bed.”

You didn’t move, still clutching him like your life depended on it, “Princess, let go.”

Stubbornly shaking your head against him, Bakugou just lifts you up, with one arm resting underneath your bottom. Manoeuvring around his bathroom to put your skincare away, turning the lights off and walking back into his bedroom.

Still with your head in his neck, Bakugou opened his draws to find a t-shirt for you, one big enough to drown you in, “you know if you told me not to go, I’d stay here with you.”

Grabbing a t-shirt from his drawer, he plopped you down on his bed, pulling your dress up and over you, “why would I tell you not to go?”

“I don’t know, just if you ever said it…” you trailed off, lifting your arms for him to pull his t-shirt on you.

“I wouldn’t say that, you have fun, I have no reason to keep you with me all the time,” Bakugou kissed your forehead, moving his duvet so you could slide into bed, “and that sounds fuckin’ weird. I’m not a weird boyfriend.”

Sliding in beside you, he switched off his bedside light, you already grabbing at him to snuggle. “True you’re not, the girls say you’re the best boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” he smirked into the dark, not bothering to hide his grin knowing he’s the best at something.

“Yeah. And one time Mina got really drunk and said you were the sexiest too and I won’t lie I got a tiny bit mad but played it off saying ‘I know you are that’s why you’re mine-‘“

Your ramble continued for a few more minutes before a yawn took over you, your words slowing to a halt. “-and what was I saying? Never mind. Love you ‘Suki.”

Impressively managing to still stay awake through your pillow talk rambles, he whispered back, “Love you too, princess.”

why not try….