quick bkg thoughts is his resting bitch face when he’s sitting next to you in public while you both wait for his friends to appear.
he is impatient, waiting outside beside you but he looks mad. speech marks between his furrowed eyebrows. lips twisted mid snarl and his nose scrunched. his face does it unconsciously, on level one hundred all the time. he’s barely even annoyed since he has you to keep him company.
he hunches forward in his chair under the umbrella shade. elbows on his knees, phone in hand incase any messages come through. he’s got his bag slung across his body and he’s dressed in an outfit you chose.
you can tell he’s thinking about something work related, his mind often goes there without meaning to.
so you do what he always does to you, grabbing his chin so that grumpy face looks at you.
“what?” he blurts, not rude but curious.
his pupils are quick, skimming over your face, trying to judge your expression before you can tell him. he likes what you’re wearing today and you smell lovely.
“you look angry. relax your face.”
it’s something you tell him often and in turn, it makes him think about it often. he doesn’t want you to think he looks unattractive. god forbid.
but you punctuate your comment by providing an easy solution, kissing his lips in public and immediately everything goes doiwn.
the snarl, the frown, his nose.
you’re both not one for public displays of affection, but whenever you want it he welcomes it.
as you’re pulling away, he gives you another peck, like you’re playing a game and now it’s equal score. you let go of his chin so he can roughly (and quite dramatically) rub his face as if it’s an error he needs to erase.
“didn’t even realise i was doin’ it. fuck. sorry.”
you pout at the apology. he’s adorable when he doesn’t mean to be.
“i do love the face, don’t get me wrong. you just look like my guard dog and that’s not the vibe i’m going for today,” you laugh to yourself.
bakugou gives you his full attention as you lean back in your chair. he twirls his phone in one hand between his thumb and pointer finger.
“what’s the vibe you’re goin’ for?” the word vibe isn’t really in bakugou’s vocabulary.
“my gorgeous boyfriend beside me in his cute little outfit.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows. he likes that. he likes when you compliment him, claim him, put words in sentences he’s never heard anyone use for him before. he exhales deeply out his nose.
“i can do that,” he sits up, fixes his posture and even drags your chair closer to his. “we’re matchin’ too.”
his khaki button down shirt matches your khaki bra straps under your white cami top.
“i know! it’s like you only realise if you’re paying attention!”
many people walking by have. you and bakugou aren’t a couple people ignore.
SYNOPSIS: after getting in another fight, you and your friends wind up in a jail cell. you call your boyfriend to get you out.
NOTES: quick drabble, somewhat crack fic? but not really lol. established relationship. fluff. mention of fighting n blood by reader.
“who is this!?”
the phone doesn’t have a second to ring before your boyfriend screeches down the phone. it sounds as if something’s in his mouth, a pen? he’s usually in his agency office at this time, finishing up an evening patrol and about to go home.
“hello? who the fuck got my number—,”
you take a deep breath before revealing yourself.
“it’s me, katsuki.”
“kacchan, did you get the stats—,”
bakugou sits up in his black leather chair, dropping his ballpoint pen and waving at deku across the room to shut up. he recognises you from the first syllable that crackles down the line.
“yn? baby? why’re you calling me from an unknown number? where’re you? you okay? what’s—,”
“i only have a minute so let me talk.”
you’re supposed to be out tonight with your girls, a monthly club night where you dance, eat and drink. a few of your favourite things in the world. you even sent him a selfie blowing a kiss before you left in your pretty outfit, wishing him good luck on his patrol and hoping he doesn’t get too bored with the low crime rates.
bakugou’s heart spikes, inhaling deeply before standing up. a villain has kidnapped you… someone is out to harm you. he’s already looking around for his gauntlets. he just tugged out of his hero suit but it’s right across the room for him to pull back on.
“what’s wrong with yn?” deku frowns from his seat on bakugou’s sofa. he’s typing up notes from their patrol together. bakugou hushes him again, with a warning finger.
“go on. are you safe?”
“please don’t be mad at me. please don’t be. but i might need you to—,”
“thirty seconds!” a man shouts somewhere down your line.
“who the fuck is that?” bakugou shouts, grabbing his keys and pulling an arm through his uniform. usually he’s levelheaded during missions and patrols. a mobile alert that there’s a villain robbery downtown doesn’t send a pang of panic through him. nor a kidnapping or high risk attack. bakugou’s seen it all. nothing scares him anymore.
but anything to do with you and bakugou’s back to square one. he can barely think straight. every single thought of his is scrambled, spelt backwards and upside down and he needs to get to you now.
“dickhead officer,” you mumble quickly, “okay don’t be mad at me, i need you to come get me at the station. maybe get me out of jail with your hero ways and connections. please. don’t be mad.”
it’s all in one long ramble and he imagines you at the police station, fingers playing with the loopy wire of the telephone. bakugou freezes in place. his shoulders drop and he relaxes.
the list of reasons why bakugou loves you goes on forever. bakugou himself is yet to find an end to it. he loves your patience with him and his job, how you’re understanding when he needs to leave a date early and interrupts your evenings with heroic phone calls. how you’re always willing to learn something new, like self defence with him in his agency gym. he loves how much you love your friends and family, just like he does his. willing to stand up for them and stand by them. he also loves how you never take any disrespect. not from anybody, to you or others. that is exactly why he struggles to be mad at you right now.
“hah? the fuck did you do?” he pauses, pulling off his hero suit. he doesn’t need it. you already did the work for him.
“why do you assume it was me!?” you whine down the line.
“wasn’t it? why the hell are you in there?” he wants to bark but his tone softens knowing you’re on the other end. you give a dramatic huff that makes him grip the phone tighter for more.
bakugou looks at deku who still stares expectantly, unsure if he should be putting his hero suit on also. bakugou shakes his head.
“i’ll explain when you’re here. come quickly please. it stinks—,”
“ten seconds!” the same voice.
“quick, baby. i love you!” you shout.
“fuck, baby. love y—,”
bakugou shoves his phone in his pocket, letting out a short hearty laugh.
“is everything okay with yn? did someone hurt her?”
“it’s gonna be the opposite. she’s in jail right now.”
when your boyfriend stops into the police station, with his black boots, black jeans and an oversized grey hoodie, you squeal, running to the bars trapping you inside like an animal. he looks so good, all boyfriend with his hood over his head and bags under his eyes. you even catch him rolling his eyes at you, giving you a nod and lip bite as you jump in excitement.
“katsuki’s here, he’s gonna get us out! we’re saved!” you tell your two friends sitting arms folded in the jail cell with you.
you wave to him and bakugou stomps right over, past the authorised doors and right to your cell.
“excuse me, sir! you can’t just—,”
bakugou turns to the police officer, one eyebrow raised.
“oh! dynamight, why are you here?” the policeman’s face floods a bright pink but both you and bakugou ignore him.
bakugou immediately reaches his hand through the bars, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side.
“he was the one telling me to hurry up on the phone!” you say smushed, “i’m okay! you should see the other girl!”
there’s no scratches on your face. your makeup has smudged and sweated off, just from time and dancing earlier. there is blood on your knuckles however, contrasting against your short little party girl outfit.
bakugou drops his hand with a loud grunt then eyes your friends, who send him jolly smiles and even a wave.
“hey dynamight!”
“thanks for helping us!”
he still has a soft spot for your friends, who look exactly like you. no bruises or scratches. the only proof of a fight is maybe two broken nails on your friend’s left hand and your other friend’s hair is a tamed mess. he often cooks you and them dinner whenever he is around your flat.
“why the hell are you here, baby? again?” he sighs hopelessly. he shakes his head, ignoring the other cells of people eying him suspiciously.
a prohero visiting a jail cell? probably not his biggest fans.
still you smile at bakugou shyly, “i said don’t be mad!”
“i need to know what happened so i can get you out,” he levels with you.
you huff, looking away from your lover.
“baby. you told me to come quickly. i know you’re fine so what happened?” he soothes, despite the fact you don’t need soothing. he wants to give you a kiss and cuddle, scrub you down in the shower and bring you to bed.
but you’ve got to be this firecracker.
“you know those girls who hate us? they saw us out tonight and started shouting at us! we weren’t even doing anything! and then you know what happened,” you drawl, grabbing bakugou’s hand though the bars as if he needs convincing.
bakugou fights the smirk off his face. of course he knows your lore and the beefs you have with everyone in your life. there’s nothing he doesn’t know about you.
“no babe. what happened, huh?”
“she threw the first punch at me! she was chatting shit, so i did too! she tried to punch me, clearly didn’t get me, so then i punched her, it did get her. i’ll admit.” but you struggle to hide your own grin.
one tooth from you and bakugou’s grinning, “then what?”
“it was a little scrap! i had it under control. did the one with the elbow you showed me.”
“yeah? in her stomach?” bakugou eggs on.
you nod, grinning like a kid who’s won an award, “yeah! also some good old hair pulling. if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”
bakugou does actually let out a laugh at that, rubbing his face with his palm restlessly, “oh shit, baby.”
“but then someone called the police and they got sent to the hospital together and we are… here.”
your friends have the audacity to look pitiful and you join them by pulling him closer by his hand.
“and what do you want me to do, princess?” he smiles devotedly, cheeks high and pink.
“what do you mean? get me out, stupid! use your hero ways, seduce or fight them. legal language. what you did last time!” you say, waving your free hand around like you’re in a position of power here, “i wanna shower.”
“how’s that supposed to teach you your lesson? no fightin’—,” he jokes but you send him a dead stare.
“katsuki, not funny. we wanna go home. look at us,” you pout.
you’re fucking adorable, bakugou thinks. with your little top and tiny skirt. you’re in thick sports socks currently, your shoes under the chair by your friends. your feet hurt he can only assume. he eyes the k gold necklace at your neck. feeling the stare, you subconsciously play with it between your fingers.
“if i let you out, you promise no fightin’?” he plays but you’re back to huffing. so close to stomping your foot.
“katsuki! i said it wasn’t our fault anyway!”
“yeah, yeah, whatever. i’ll see what i can do,” he smirks, fixing his hair. “gimme a kiss.”
you smile, pouting your lips to meet him through the bars. it’s a quick peck, one that has you missing him even though he’s still there.
“i’ll be back in a sec. no startin’ fights while i’m gone.”
“go hero!”
bakugou slips his calloused palm out of your hand and stuffs his hands in his pockets, smiling back at you before turning around the corner to find an officer.
he fixes his hair under his hood, trying to keep his crush on you under wraps.
bakugou just about hears you say. “katsuki’s going to save us! didn’t he look kinda... that hoodie… yum.”
bakugou is waiting by his range rover when you and your friends fall out of the police station, giggling the same way you do when you leave the club.
your soft smile at katsuki makes his heart skip a beat, his breaths soften. he feels the urge to float over to you, despite the fact you’re already walking towards him.
“thanks for saving us, hero,” you coo, kissing his cheek once he’s close enough. bakugou’s quick to lean into it.
“thanks dynamight! it wasn’t our fault, i swear, dont get mad at yn.” your friend says, her bag and phone back in her hands.
“it was those girls again!” your other friend curses, “i swear once i find them—,”
“okay, okay. get in the damn car, i’ll drop everyone home,” he pretends to be annoyed but you see through it all.
a fresh breeze swoops your hair back and causes bakugou’s hood to fall off his head. he’s tired and adorable, towering over you with his hand sliding onto your waist like it belongs there.
you take his hand as your friends mumble their thanks again, sliding into the backseat of his car.
“i mean it, ‘tsuki. thanks for getting us, i know you’d rather be in bed now.” you say, reaching up on your tiptoes, shoes back on. you’re still not close enough to his face so he manages by bending down to yours.
“we’re gonna talk about this properly. i hate you gettin’ hurt,” he tries to be stern, like how he is at work with his sidekicks that aren’t fast enough or his emergency team that aren’t precise enough.
but you are enough. everything about you.
“i said i didn’t get hurt. well, my wrist is a bit sore but aside from that, i’m fine!” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “i swear!”
“d’you want me to deal with those girls? get mina and momo to tell them to not bother you—,” he tries but you shake your head.
“it’s not hero business, ‘tsuki.”
“you shouldn’t be fightin’ anyone. hero shit or not.”
you slink your arms around his neck and bakugou finds it hard to not let his eyes go half lidded with interest. he leans into you like he’s at home, just the smell of you dragging him closer.
“then they have to stop chatting shit,” you whisper, pecking his pouty lips softly. “i love you.”
bakugou knows he’s not going to win this conversation. he could train you to fight better though. he sighs, ready for a hot shower and bedtime with you.
“fine. we’re talkin’ about this later. love you too.”
SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend has been acting suspicious recently. always on his phone, awkward as hell, sweating through his shirts and mind elsewhere. he must be cheating!
NOTES: he’s not cheating. dialogue. fluff. angst. established relationship.
“i think we should break up.”
the words leave your mouth before you can catch them, slipping out like high tides of a waterfall.
truthfully you’re had enough. your boyfriend has invited you to this fancy restaurant, wearing a white shirt and slacks, pushed you to wear a pretty dress… all to ignore you on the other side of the table. he’s mid typing on his phone with one hand, chicken skewer in another as his head darts up to you and begins to choke.
it’s dramatic, loud, causing heads to turn as this large muscled man begins coughing like he caught a sickness. or worse. a marinated chicken chunk is stuck in his throat. bakugou katsuki’s eyes begin to water from food going down the wrong pipe, flaring red on impact. you momentarily feel so bad that you get up to tap his back and a waiter hands him water.
he gulps it down, staring at you with wet frowning eyes as you sit back down opposite him. you bite down on your lip in pure worry, fiddling with the hem of your dress.
when he’s finished the glass, you’re sure you see sweat glistening on his forehead either from his choking attack or from your comment. probably both. bakugou’s wiping his mouth when he utters, “what the fuck? why? y’serious?”
it hasn’t just been tonight. recently, things just haven’t been the same. maybe your four year relationship has run its course… you’re even suspicious he’s cheating on you. your three times a week meet-ups and sleepovers have swindled down to one, with excuses of work or prior engagements. whenever he is with you, he’s always on his phone, typing away or stuffing it into his pocket when you walk into the room. in the car is usually when you’d chat and laugh, catching up on each other's days. that has become a one sided interview of you asking him questions while his mind is so clearly elsewhere. he replies with one liners or asking you to repeat yourself three times before you give up.
you saw your life with katsuki, forever and always. as someone who’s never cared for marriage growing up, katsuki has been the first person who’s made you imagine that day. handsome in his suit at the end of the aisle, most likely crying and swearing too many times in his speech.
but recently those thoughts of forever have come crashing down quicker than you can handle.
“or a break? just some time apart,” you take a deep breath, you’re trying your best to make eye contact in this busy restaurant. a date he’s finally put together after weeks. “i just need time apart.”
you’re at your limit! you want to scream. i’m sure you’re cheating on me! you’re always so secretive on your phone!
but you’ve already grieved so much privately that you’re exhausted at this point.
“baby, what?” you can tell he doesn’t know where to start, but it’s satisfying to see him looking anything but sly or holding something back.
his eyes are wide, the red veins visible like he’s already cried his heart out. you notice his fingers, dying to grab you from across the table. he pushes his plate to the side.
“what have i done? why d’you want one? speak to me here.”
his voice cracks on the last word but he catches himself by sitting up straight, giving up on his internal battle and grabbing your hand across the table. it all breaks your heart, causing you to look away from him.
you clench your eyes shut, “we’ve not been the same recently and i’m not accusing you of anything but i’m so sure you’re keeping a secret from me.”
you yank your hand away from him, looking him in the eye. “you’re always texting on your phone and i know when you’re lying, katsuki. i ask you who it is and you say deku or kiri, but i know it’s not.”
even now, you can tell you caught him out. you think he’s stopped breathing, no words coming out his mouth as his lips part. then his shoulders slump and his hand comes up to rub roughly at his face. he mutters into his palm but you can’t hear a thing.
“i can’t believe… fuck. i’m not fuckin’ cheatin’ on you. i’d never do that shit. you hear me? i’d never.” he grits his teeth.
you don’t reply, just continuing to blink at him.
“yn, baby. i love you. i wouldn’t do that to you.” he presses, desperate to hold you or bring you home to talk privately. or just for you to understand him.
“i do know katsuki. well, i think i do but recently everything has been so weird between us.” you sigh, looking down at your matching untouched soup, “we haven’t been together as much as usual. it feels like your mind is always elsewhere when we’re together. you’re always anxious and texting before we go out. i hate it. i want to go back to how we were.”
you’re about to start whining at him. “i’ve missed giggling, sex and flirting with you. everything feels so serious and i don’t know why.”
you don’t cry, you’ve cried about this for the past week before coming to this decision. “i think we should break up.”
bakugou grabs your hand from across the table, refusing to let go even when you lightly tug.
“we’re not breakin’ up.” he says sternly, “i’m fuckin’ this all up, i know i am. i know i’ve been weird as hell recently. i can’t tell you why though.”
you scrunch your nose like a bad smell has wafted in. “why can’t you tell me?”
“i just can’t. it’s for a good reason though. promise.” he pleads, forcing a smile on his face but it only comes out awkward, bordering on scary. too much teeth, eyebrows raised.
you shake your head, “no, no. i’ve been crying over you, over our relationship for the past week now. you either tell me now or i’m gone, katsuki.” you frown harsher, breaths shaky. “you’re cheating, aren’t you?”
“i said i’m not! i’d never do that shit—,” he scoffs, disgusted at the idea.
“show me your phone!” you demand, again yanking your hand away from him and instead, holding out your palm.
bakugou pauses, swears under his breath. the pro hero is flustered, hair a mess from taking his hand through it repeatedly. “i know how this looks. i can’t—.”
“then we’re over.”
bakugou practically growls across the table as you cross your arms. “no we’re not. i fuckin’ love you. i’ve been all over the place recently but just wait—“
you roll your eyes, “wait for what? i’m hearing words with no meaning, katsuki.”
without releasing a single tear, you rise to your feet. “i’ll see you later to pick up my stuff. goodbye—,”
“for fucks sake. fine. sit your ass down. i’ll tell you. don’t say shit to me after.” bakugou crosses his muscled arms in his crisp white shirt across his chest.
“depends on what you show me,” you mutter but bakugou levels your stare.
“sit down, baby.”
there’s always that certain something in your boyfriend's tone that makes you listen. the same tone that makes his agency listen to him, civilians and villains alike. for you there’s a wisp of care behind it, that he’s aware of how sensitive he’s made you as of recent.
you plop back down in silence.
“remember you’re askin’ to see this. don’t get mad once you see it.”
“you’re gonna show me the woman you’re cheating on me with and expect me not to get mad?” you’re petty now, waving away the waiter that’s about to walk over. “c’mon get on with it.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, “i should spank you for this. like hell i’d ever cheat on you.”
your eyes widen. it’s not the time for sexual jokes. “fuck off, katsuki.” you’re about to kick him under the table.
though he pulls out his phone from his pocket, unlocks it with his face and slides it across the table to you.
his home screen is a photo of you sitting on a picnic blanket in the park from last year. you’re smiling at him, a punnet of strawberries on your lap in a long gingham maxi dress.
your heart rattles against your chest. he isn’t so evil to make you read through the text messages with his secret lover is he?
“can you just tell me? i don’t want to read them.”
he shakes his head, “no or you’re still gonna think i’m fuckin’ around. look yourself.”
bakugou looks slumped. jutting his jaw to his phone.
you take a deep breath and you tap open his text messages. the green app opens into a load of chats. first being your chat with him, saying what time you’re going to arrive at his apartment.
your heart skips a beat at the next name. a woman’s name.
“who the hell is…,”
then you read the next woman’s name.
“wait… are these my—,”
it’s your best friend, your childhood best friend. second on the list is another childhood friend of yours, not your shared friends with katsuki, but your friends.
next is momo and mina on the list.
then deku, kirishima, kaminari and shouto.
you frown up at your boyfriend, “why are you talking to my friends?”
but you don’t give him time to answer, tapping open the text messages with your best friend.
immediately, your hand flies to your mouth and just as quickly as you skim read the texts, you lock the phone.
“don’t show me anymore!” you whisper. “what the fuck, katsuki!”
bakugou grunts, staring at his stretched fingers. “that explain it? i’ve just been scared shitless. a fuckin’ pussy.”
you’re reacting like… like you just saw that he’s going to…
“you’re going to propose to me?” you say breathlessly, through your fingers.
“that was gonna be the plan if i could ever get the stupid words out or if you don’t break up with my dumbass before i can.”
you stare at your handsome, gorgeous, love of your life across the table from you at this fancy restaurant. you have to wave away the waiter again who wants to take your dirty plates and stare down this beautiful man. despite it all, now the truth is out, he looks less anxious, as if a literal shiny diamond stone has fallen off his back.
“you were asking them if i’d want to get my nails done.”
he nods, arm resting on the length of the table as he slouches in his seat. bakugou struggles to make eye contact with you. instead he’s filled with embarrassment and rosy red cheeks. “yeah. i know you don’t get them done usually but i was thinkin’ of all the possibilities.”
“and you were double checking if i’d like the ring.”
his eyes dim, flickering over at you, “i know you’ll love it. just overthinkin’ everythin’.”
“you were asking if you should do it tonight.”
he sighs loud and dramatic, “every time i see you i ask them beforehand. one time you were wearing comfy clothes on a date so i thought you wouldn’t want it then ‘cause of photos, another time you were upset about work so that wasn’t the day. i was thinkin’ of takin’ you abroad somewhere but all our ‘places’ are in this city. then whether i should get professional photographers? i wanted to do it today, it’s the reason i’m sweatin’ through this goddamn shirt.”
you gasp, “i thought that was the guilt from cheating on me. i honestly thought you were going to break up with me. taking me out on one good last date before putting me down like a dog.”
“baby,” he lightly chuckles, then throws his head back, “guess it’s not a secret anymore. i fucked that up.”
you pout, “i still haven’t seen the ring, honey.”
bakugou lifts his head up and you rub your foot against his under the table, “i’m honey now?”
“you’re my sweet bumblebee.”
bakugou’s flushed cheeks don’t let up so he rolls his eyes in defence.
“what did mina and momo say?”
“askin’ them for advice. how they’d like to be proposed to. didn’t really matter ‘cause you’re not them. mina wants to it to happen on a yacht. she needs to get a man first.”
you kick his shin lightly, a small smile on your cheeks. “well i feel better now i know we’re not breaking up.”
“i felt like throwin’ up every time you’ve told me you’re on your way or i’ve been on my way to you. that’s why i’ve been so quiet. tryin’ not to blow up over my dashboard.” he curses, clicking his tongue and looking anywhere but your face.
finally, you let the waiter take your plates and you and katsuki really look at each other. it’s as if you both release a deep sigh from the pit of your stomach.
“sorry for thinking you were cheating on me.” you say, rubbing your foot along his shin.
“nah, i’d think i was too with the way i was actin’. i just want it to be fuckin’ right. everything you’ve dreamed of,” he rubs under his nose, a light pout on his lips as he talks.
“i never really dreamed of marriage so anything with you would be perfect, honey.” you soothe, then you frown, “does that mean you were trying for propose on the boat ride we went on last month? wait… do you have the ring on you now?”
bakugou subconsciously taps his slacks pocket. the velvet box right in there.
he’s got no time to reply because you’re already jumping halfway across the table, “let me see it, kats. let me see!”
“i’m not showin’ you now! you see it when i propose properly. i’m not proposin’ today. the moment’s gone.”
he’s acting like a grump, it makes you want to coo, grab his cheeks and kiss him all over. usually it’s him calming you down, telling you everything will be alright but what’s a relationship without shifting responsibilities?
“did you think i was going to say no?” you smile, your head resting in your palm.
bakugou still can barely look at you, especially with you beautifully smiling at him without a care in the world. he’s missed this with you, desperately. everything has been so painfully stressful regarding you because he needs to have it perfect. he couldn’t not have the proposal be perfect.
bakugou shrugs, an awkward laugh as he scratches his head, “well yeah, baby. there’s a possibility you don’t want my ass forever.”
“hm. okay.” you grin.
that gets him frowning, leaning over the table to get closer, “wait, you’d say yes. wouldn’t you?”
“i’ll let that be the surprise whenever you propose!”
“baby.”
“bakugou katsuki.”
“you’re gonna be a bakugou whether you like it or not.” he grunts and your giggles flow out uncontrollably.
“that’s the confidence we need, honey.” you hum and bakugou rolls his eyes, stretching his jaw side to side as he stares you down. “but in all honestly, wait a little. you’re going to be nervous either way but just wait till you’re calmer. we’re in no rush.”
bakugou sighs. “can i ask you questions? so it’s perfect whenever i get the balls to do it.”
“ask away.”
“do you want your nails done?”
you shrug, “they hardly ever are so it’s okay if they’re not.”
bakugou jots that down mentally. “you’d want photographers, right? for your insta?”
that gets you laughing, “i would. do you have any right now waiting on your command?”
bakugou’s blush deepens, “sorta. i have one that’s about fifteen minutes away if i were to do it.”
your lips go into an o shape. “that’s cute, katsuki. wow.”
“i’ve prepared some stuff,” he says shyly, “i was gonna do it here. this is the first restaurant i took you to four years ago.”
you blink, taking in the space once again. this was the exact same booth also! he was stuttering away that day, swearing too much while you giggled at every other word he said. you were already obsessed with him. he was planning on already asking you to be his girlfriend.
“fuck. you didn’t even notice, did you?” he rubs his palm over his face.
“i was too focused on the fact that you were cheating on me!”
“i wasn’t!”
“i know that now!”
the waiter swiftly walks over sliding your mains over the table. the smile on your face stays, in fact you feel elated right now. the best you’ve ever been with katsuki. and katsuki, well. he feels like he failed a mission but gained you again along the way.
“no more proposal talk. i’ll sort it later. how’ve you been? really? i hate that this has made you cry. i’ll make it up to you.” he rambles, pulling your chair closer to the table by his foot. “gonna spend these next few days with you. apologise for everythin’.”
“i do miss kissing you.”
“i’ll kiss you all over. ‘m sorry.”
“and i miss going on casual dates and hearing about work and laying on the sofa doing nothing with you.”
bakugou nods, taking it all in. “we’ll go back to how we were. i missed you too.”
katsuki ends up proposing to you, completely unexpected, two months later. he told you it’s easier if you guys walk to the brunch spot he wants to take you to. so through the park, holding hands, bakugou rambles on, somewhat nervously about how much he loves you. you don’t think anything of it, already wanting to bring him in for a cuddle and a kiss. but everything switches when he drops onto one knee.
one by one your friends and family appear. getting up from benches and his friends, from behind trees.
there are two photographers that are present. just like you wanted. you’re going to have so many options for your instagram dump.
and when bakugou asks you the question, you give him the same answer you would have said months ago.
OKAY bakugou who’s temporarily living in another country to train with an agency and he’s lonely and bored when he’s not training so hes on youtube, sees a band and he enjoys their music. thinks they’re really good!!! probably listens to their music a lot over a month. then on their instagram (which he doesn’t follow lol) they post if there’s any drummers nearby that can play for them for a show coming up at a bar because theirs quit!!! he thinks about it for ages. bakugou is a drummer, not professionally but his friends back home say he’s good at it. so he dms them on his private account and they get back to him! ask him to come over one day to one of the guys houses to try out.
he goes to the guys house, meets the three guys. they’re set up in a garage. they say they’re desperate and bkg being mysterious and cool and new to the town is like yeah whatever i’m free that weekend so im available. tells them he’s never played live before minus a thing for his school a few years ago. he plays a little for them and the three boys think he’s amazing! immediately asking if he can join. they like his vibe, he defo doesn’t look like them (bkgs BUILT AND MUSCLED while they’re a little scrawny but it works) bakugou who’s not the best at making new friends, so awkward. he’s like sure. he says hes busy often though but he can make weekends work mostly. can practice some nights when he’s not working.
i think he randomly at a practice shares that he’s actually a pro hero, part of an agency nearby and the guys are like WOW. they find dynamight’s instagram with about 300k followers and they’re like WOW!!!!! he’s big in japan.
and i think you come in as maybe one of the guys sisters. bakugou’s finally making friends in this new town and he really actually gets on with these three dudes. but then you are popping in the practices. telling them to shut up because you’re studying or you just came home from work. bakugou sees you when you’re dressed up to go out with your friends. when they’re all in the kitchen getting a quick sandwich and you walk in in your pyjamas. maybe even looking like you’ve been crying. best friends sister situation.
and obviously you think this new blonde guy is fine as hell. bakugou assuming you won’t like him or even find him attractive. you’re wayyyy out of his league.
SYNOPSIS: you ask your boyfriend what language he thinks in.
NOTES: suggestive, 18+, you speak english, established relationship, cosy n sleepy. probably needs another proofread aha
your bedroom is toasty, with remnants of your citrus honey perfume you sprayed on before you rushed to work in the morning and lingers of your boyfriend’s infamous smoky sweet smell from where he undressed moments ago to lay beside you.
under the covers beside bakugou katsuki, you couldn’t imagine anywhere safer. you both purposely decided to go to bed early (early for you, not for him) just so you had enough time to make out like teenagers.
you’re in your pyjamas, a lilac soft camisole and old granny striped panties from years ago. they’ve slightly lost their elasticity, a little out of shape but that’s the reason you love them so. also they always manage to get a hearty laugh from katsuki despite their lack of sex appeal. they don’t bother him, he’ll still tug them off with his teeth.
you’ve got your pale pink silk bonnet on, tied to a bow around your head. you’ve tried getting bakugou to wear one, protecting his blonde locks but you’re lost on getting it to stay during the night. it ends up by his feet on the bed, the floor, his face, one time your face. you’ve given up, buying him a silk pillowcase for when he stays over.
the silk is cold on your cheek as you share a pillow on your double bed. nose to nose, body to body.
katsuki is way too big for your bed, the width of his shoulder covers half of your side and it’s something you should complain about… though you can’t when all that toned raw muscle cuddles you to his chest.
it’s quiet in your room, aside from the smacking of your lips, katsuki’s low grumbles that rumble from the pit of his stomach. then when he bites on your bottom lip, it’s a little whine that accidentally flutters out.
it’s a few seconds of staring at your sleepy lover in the dark while your lips are apart, breathless. your hand cups his cheeks and bakugou tugs you closer to him by your hip. you know he’s aroused, he struggles to hide it on a good day but in your bed with his guard down, he finds no reason to.
he squeezes your waist harshly, pushing out a shaky exhale from you like a squeaky toy.
“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbles, guttural like the truth is pulled out from him without his permission. being alone with you does this to him. has him struggling to lie and not say what’s on his mind. katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.
his skin is shiny from the expensive moisturiser you recommended, making him appear like a baby that just got doused in vaseline. luscious. healthy and stunning with his plucked eyebrows and scar right under his cheekbone.
“no, you are,” you reply, shutting him up by giving him another kiss.
it’s a leisurely kiss. you feel his jaw widen as he tilts his head over yours. your tongues tangle for fun, as if you’re playing a pointless game where you’re both going to win. bakugou manages to suck on yours and without meaning to another whine slips from you.
the only thing on your mind is bakugou katsuki.
you pull away from him, a quick peck on his lip before blinking at him.
“what?” katsuki breathes, tapping your ass cheek twice before resting back on your waist. then he decides to sneak his hand under your cami, his hand cosy under the fabric.
“what language do you think in?” you ask, running the pad of your thumb over his cheek scar.
“why’re you thinkin’ about that?” he rubs his top lip on his septum then he grabs your hand off his face to kiss your thumb. he’s always transferring your love back to you.
you hum inconspicuously, “i’m thinking about you.”
“japanese, baby. then i translate in my head to talk to you.”
katsuki wants to go back to feeling his lips over yours, tasting every inch of you. but now he’s studying the sleepy sadness in your eyes, how you jut out your bottom lip like you’ve just been wronged.
you’re not wearing anything under your camisole so he’s able to run his thumb on the underside of your breasts.
“what’s wrong with that?” he asks, trying to figure you out.
bakugou katsuki finds that having a girlfriend often means having to learn another new language. that when you tuck yourself away from him after an argument in the car, it means you want him to talk and not that you need space. that when you want to get dessert, he has to also say yes. you can’t get dessert alone, even if he doesn’t want any.
you huff softly, running your hand down his bare stone carved chest to the rim of his cotton shorts.
“it sounds like a lot of work you have to do mentally to be with me. i want it to be easy.”
bakugou frowns. you’re disappointed, fucking heartbroken by the looks of it. he wants to laugh, how silly you can get when your unfiltered thoughts come out. you wouldn’t admit something like this during the day, you’d probably make a joke that he should be working his brain to keep up with you.
but you’re softened and closer to the dreamworld than you are on the bed with him.
“it’s not like that, princess. i don’t gotta think twice,” he half shrugs, “it’s not a conscious thing anymore. i just think and out my mouth is english. nothin’ deep.”
you’re not having it, sighing to yourself, “i’m gonna get really good at japanese for you. i’m not bad at it.”
“your pronunciation is amazin’,” he smiles at you, ducking forward to kiss your lips.
“thanks,” you mumble, opting to feel him up instead.
your hand smooths up his chunky bicep, then down the deep chisels of his back. bakugou thinks you’ve moved on, that he can go back to smushing his face against your pretty one when you speak again.
“there’s a whole world in your head i don’t know about.”
you look at his necklace when you speak, an old gold chain of yours that you gave to him. it was too thick on you and it suits him perfectly. you tug on it, feeling each ridge between your fingers.
“hm?” he pushes you to explain.
“words that can’t translate. the dreams you must have. you know how you can read translated poetry and the notes about the poem are longer than the poem itself? that’s your head and i’m outside of it.” you whisper, holding onto his chain while you kiss him like you feel lonely. though he’s right there.
but bakugou doesn’t pout back. you’ve got him thinking.
“you should be an outsider when i’m with you and your friends or you and your family. i think i know english and then you’re saying words and phrases that i can’t understand. all sounds like gibberish to me.”
“that’s like made up words and slang. you’re still fluent. it’s not the same,” you poke back.
bakugou chuckles, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes. he pulls your hand to rest on the centre of his chest and he places his hand over yours. you feel the gentle patter of his heartbeat, it soothes you.
“‘m not fuckin’ fluent.”
you nudge closer to him, unable to not be all over him for a second. you sling your leg over his waist, hugging him to you and running your nose along his ear.
“yes you are. you know everything.”
“you don’t know what it’s like to argue with you.”
that makes you pause which makes bakugou turn back on his side to look at you.
you purse your lips then relax, “what do you mean?”
“when you’re mad at me, you speak fast as hell, usually cussing me with words i’ve never thought to put together and you’re so quick with it. so fuckin’ quick.”
you’re unsure how being quick is different to speaking fast.
bakugou can tell you’re still confused. “my brain just can’t keep up. like i’m still translatin’ the last sentence and now you’re tellin’ me to go fuck myself ‘cause i’m a shit piece.”
you giggle at that. piece of shit, he knows.
“i think you’re making excuses because i’m always right,” you play.
bakugou shrugs, “maybe baby. but it’s so fuckin’ hard. i know what i wanna say when we argue but then you’re already on to the next point and i haven’t answered the first and then ‘cause i’m not talkin’ ‘cause im tryin’ to think, you think i don’t care.”
it’s easier to talk about arguing when you’re not arguing.
“oh kats. that makes me sad. i’ll be more patient—,”
“no, no. i wanna be able to handle it.” he squeezes your hand.
“it’s not something to handle. i see when you argue with kiri and deku. you’re quick then, even though i don’t know what you’re talking about,”
bakugou grins, “i do like when you call me a fuckin’ dickhead.” he mimics your accent, his own chesty chuckle falling out when you put your hand on his face and grimace loudly.
he kisses the centre of your palm and the tickle causes you to pull away.
“i’ll be better for you,” you whisper and bakugou shakes his head.
“no, i will.” you finalise.
bakugou sighs softly, knowing your mind won’t change.
you chew the inside of your cheek, a sign you’re dying to speak.
“go on then, baby.” he smiles.
“english isn’t even a romantic language. nothing sounds pretty, if anything it’s a pretty evil language—,”
bakugou stuffs his head into your neck, pushing you back into the bed softly. he begins nibbling on a soft spot before resting his lips on top in a wet kiss. he rubs over your lower back in slow circles.
“too much thinkin’, baby,” he works on your neck, loving how you mould your body into his, “it’s romantic ‘cause i’m talkin’ to you. your birthday cards, even your texts to me sound like poetry.”
you grunt to yourself. you are a good writer.
“you speak english at work. it’s not always romantic for you.”
bakugou rests on his forearm, hovering over you. “i can speak any language i want at work and people will find a way to listen.”
there’s the humility you love in your boyfriend.
“but i love talkin’ and understandin’ you. your big ass world in there,” he taps your temple with the tip of your finger, “the only benefit to knowin’ this language is i get to know you.”
you awe before you can help it and bakugou hangs his head in a blush. he manhandles your body with a single hand, pulling you closer under his arm.
“maybe english is romantic.” you hum, “and don’t lie to me. you need english for me and to watch those american superhero movies without subtitles.”
bakugou looks up at you grinning, nudging his nose into your cheek, “not true. the japanese dub is sick. rather listen to it in japanese.”
you can’t push your smile off, “so just me?”
he nods like a lovesick fool, droopy sleepy eyes and a wandering hand. “just you, princess.”
with your mind settled and tonight’s questions answered, you and bakugou go back to learning each other's language.
this time bakugou lets you sink your tongue into his mouth. wet kiss after wet kiss, your nails satisfyingly scratching through his hair and scalp.
bakugou moans into your mouth, sending vibrations throughout your body. “i love you.”
“i love you and thank you for letting me win all the arguments. you need to level up before you can fight me,” you giggle against his lips.
bakugou rolls his eyes, he’s got you back, bubbly and tender in his arms.
“yeah, yeah, princess,” he grins at you, looking over your body. he brushes his hand over your clothed groin, your fluffy pubic hair all tucked under your high waisted panties. “d’you wanna take these off for me? wanna hear you moan for me.”
you look like he just offered to eat you out. shiny eyes, pawing down his chest, finger already hooking in your underwear.
“head, please,” you say politely, the sweet back and forth that gets you internally giggling at yourself and bakugou always rolling his eyes.
“that’s a word i learnt from you. head. through context clues and all. didn’t learn that at school in japan.” he shakes his head, helping you yank off your underwear. he tucks the fabric under his pillow to find it easily later.
“what would you call it? cunnilingus?” you look at your boyfriend, shirtless and sexy, hike your legs over his shoulders as he ducks down to lay on his stomach between your legs.
“the fuck is that?” he blurts, forcing his eyes from your glistening pussy to your pretty face, hitched up from your pillow.
“the proper word for eating pussy.” you say.
bakugou blinks at you, “repeat it f’me.”
“cunnilingus.”
bakugou repeats it after you as if he’s tasting every syllable on his tongue. though since he’s so close to you, your hips inch up in his face without meaning to.
he ignores you for the time being, “i don’t like that word.”
“w-what would you say?” you ask, licking your bottom lip. despite the rising heat over your body, you’re still curious.
“eating pussy.” he smirks like an idiotic boy that just said a bad word. he spreads your thighs apart, rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh.
“oh. duh,” you laugh flustered, thoughts all on a one track road. he’s so gorgeous. sexy. you wanna drag him up to kiss him, you also wanna be touched. “can you? eat my pussy?”
bakugou says something to you, full japanese with beaming cheeks. his lips curl around every syllable, fluent and unfamiliar to you yet home on katsuki’s tongue. his smile doesn’t let up, he punctuates his comment by kissing your thigh.
“what?” you whimper, breathless just from his mouth close to your centre.
“said you’re a brat.” he translates, spreading you open with his thumbs. damn. he might have to fuck you after.
“yours, though.”
he agrees, looking straight at your wet folds just from a little kissing. he ensures that he says his next words directly to you so there’s no mistranslation, “mine. and i’m yours.”
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him drawing out his words when apologizing to us?? the man is not above begging luna i need him in concerning ways. imagine him crouching next to the bed trying to apologize and we’re ignoring him of trying to sleep. ough i need to lie down actually
EEEEEKKKKKKKKK head in my hands.
you being sooo petty. like it’s not that deep but you want him to beg. nom nom nom.
turning whatever way he’s not facing lol he’s even wondering if he should still stay over at your apartment because you’re still mad at him.
he crouches on your side of the bed and you shuffle to face the other side. he grunts. sighs massively. rests his forehead on the bed.
“i’m sorrryyyyy. i fuckin am. shoulda told you i was runnin’ late but i didn’t have my phone on me. not an excuse though.”
he didn’t have any other options but you’re still mad.
“please. we’re not supposed to go to bed mad at each other.” he read that in an article and mina was talking about it the other day. he agrees with it.
you’re still not talking but you’re awake. your breathing hasn’t slowed down.
“wanted to take you through the museum. they got a cat exhibition you’d like. still wanna go with you. about popular cats and how they choose to be domesticated. sick art. and the merch shop, you’d love it.”
he runs his hands down his face. wipes his nose. “fuck.”
then “i love you. kills me havin’ you upset ‘cause of me.”
no movement.
“d’you want me to go home? sleep on the sofa?”
you just want him to understand how much he hurt you, not leave!
then you look at him over your shoulder and bakugou sits up at your attention. eyes wide, a puppy begging for a command.
“you should have radioed your agency to text me,” you’re blunt, face relaxed.
bakugou’s lips part. silent for a second. “yeah… yeah.. you’re right. it completely missed me. i’m sorry for this shit.”
and you’re still hurt and it’s worse when you’ve been hurt by the one you want to comfort you.
you look at him waiting for more.
“don’t break up with me,” he blurts, reaching for your hand.
you let him take it. fighting your laugh.
“i’m not breaking up with you, stupid. just don’t ever have me waiting an hour for you again. i mean it, katsuki.”
his grip on your hand tightens and he nods rapidly, “i’ll never. never do it again. god forbid.”
you narrow your eyes at him like you’re trying to figure him out but he’s an open book.
“fine. get in the bed. i wanna cuddle.”
and he POUNCES onto the bed, wraps you up with a tight squeeze and stuffs his nose into your hair.
when u go visit katsuki's parents does mitsuki show you all his ugly baby pics?? cuz I know for a FACT she loves embarrassing her son
this is mentioned in this fic!!
i don’t see her as a chatty mother in law????? more like rough tough love lol but i think when you meet his parents for the first time and see all his baby photos you’re SO EXPRESSIVE and AWEEE SOO CUTE SO ADORABLE (even to his ugly ones tbf i don’t think he was EVER ugly as a baby i have to disagree with you there lol) that this mum just sends you baby pics of him she finds around the house.
one in her purse that she never takes out and you’ve never seen. snaps a pic and sends it to you. him in the bath splashing that’s on the fridge and she sends it to you. all with texts like Found this You haven’t seen this
all to bkgs foreign girlfriend across the world.
bakugou comes home to you one evening and you stuff your phone in his face. him in a baby all might costume at maybe 3 years old and he’s like where the HELL did you get that??? Your mum sent it to me!!!
you get one of the photos printed on his birthday cake and bkgs like Is that me??? i have never seen that photo before. and you Your mum sent it to me!!!!
when you visit japan again and there are two albums from the attic pulled out just for you. “found these for you.” and you’re satisfied for the evening going through them while bakugou flicks through the tv, getting poked in his side every few minutes when you find an incredibly cute one.
and i think your friends go around to your apartment where you live ALONE or with a roommate and there’s a framed photo of a random asian baby in your room. like a4 size. they’re saying who is this random asian baby??? and you’re like Boyfriends mum gave it to me!! he was sooooo cute.
bakugou goes on a mission abroad and you use your text messages as a to do list throughout the week.
you: bedroom door is soooo squeaky
you: kitchen cabinet lights are flickering #spooky
you: FOUND A NEW MIRROR ON THE STREET!!!
you: need help putting it up :((
you: found a vanity i LOVE
bkg: Want me to buy it for you?
you: found it second hand need you to put it up for me :)))
so when he finally comes over to see you he’s got his toolbox in hand. leaning on your doorframe on his phone when you open the door to him. he’s quick to close his phone (he was watching how to change a lightbulb) and stuffs it in his pocket. quick enough for you not to catch him as you wrap your arms around his neck and you give him a big embrace.
here i think he enjoys being SWEET SIMPLE BOYFRIEND. even though you could do all those yourself. turning up and helping you out. even doing a roleplay that you hired a handyman for the evening right after hugging him.
