you were done up all pretty for your dinner date with bakugou. unfortunately, your heels refused to cooperate.
you sat on the edge of your bed, fingers clumsily working the strap of your heel. though unbelievably cute, your newest set of acrylics was longer than what you’re used to.
you sigh, accepting defeat. “kats. i need your help.”
bakugou hums, looking up from your tray of rings he was messing with. he was leaning against your vintage vanity, muscles shamelessly straining against his white button-up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a constellation of scars. he looked almost edible.
his crimson eyes fall on your nails, and he snorts. “told ya’ those things were too damn long.”
“oh hush. they’re cute.” you retort immediately, pouting.
he doesn’t argue, just clicks his tongue, drops down on one knee in front of you, and pats his thigh. “c’mon.” he murmurs, looking up at you expectantly.
you do as you're told and rest your heeled foot lightly upon his thigh. his big, hero work calloused hands are careful. his movements are steady as he fastens the strap of your heel, fingers brushing your ankle feather-like.
your eyes were practically hearts as you watched him. mister big and scary pro-hero dyanmight was being so gentle with you.
“you’re too good to me.” your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. he was too precious.
bakugou scoffs, his ears turning pink from your words. “yeah, yeah.”
he pats your foot when he finishes and moves to your other. like clockwork, he slips your foot into the heel, tightens the strap, checks if it's fastened properly, and pats your foot when he's done. his hands linger a second longer than needed before he returns to his original daunting height.
“good?” he asks.
you nod, smiling up at him. “mhm.” you rise from your spot and kiss his cheek, your lip gloss appearing on his cheek. “thank you, baby.”
bakugou smiles, lazy and boyish. “course. anythin’ for you, pretty girl.”
bakugou wanted to taste the new lip gloss he got for you. his softened eyes follow your gentle swiping movements on your lips. the words spill out before he can stop them.
“lemme taste it, baby,” he rasped, tilting your head to face him.
you smiled, closing the distance between you two. the kiss—if you can even call it that—was quick. too quick for bakugou’s liking.
when you pull away from him, he licks his lips, crimson eyes never leaving yours. then he smirked, lazy and boyish. his stubborn dimple appeared on his cheek. “didn’t taste shit,” he murmured. “c’mere.”
and then you guys are making out. teeth clashing, fingers tangled in hair, heavy breathing. you can feel him smiling into the kiss as his hands roamed your body. this was all part of his plan. you knew he was lying about not tasting anything. you guys pull apart, and he’s like, “too sweet,” and scowls.
⤷ synopsis: everyone loves reassurance, right? bakugou is more than willing to provide it to you in his own way.
⤷ cw: established relationship, fluff, kissing, swearing, mentions of etsy witches lol.
bakugou finds some twisted enjoyment in trying to dissect the inner workings of your brain.
“y’know,” you say suddenly, pulling bakugou out of his trance. his crimson eyes watched as you played with the rings on his hand.
twisting them, switching them to different fingers. even trying some on, knowing right and well they would just dangle off your smaller fingers. that wouldn’t stop the cute pout that captured your features.
bakugou grunts, which is bakugou for "keep going; i'm listening."
moments like this reaffirm for bakugou how lucky he was to call you his girl.
just you and him. on your bedroom floor, leaning against your bedframe with your legs lying across his lap. his hand, not being messed with by you, is fidgeting with the dainty anklet he got you ages ago. he’s never seen you without it. that thought alone makes his lips twitch upwards.
“if you were to ever, like, i dunno. fuck me over.”
“already not likin’ where this—”
both your hands come up to squish his cheeks together, preventing him from speaking further. “shh. lemme finish.”
he glares at you, or tries to. with his cheeks smushed, there’s little heat that can be held behind his gaze when he looks like a pufferfish. cute.
you let go, hoping he’ll hear you out. he always does.
“anyway,” you clear your throat dramatically before you continue. “if you did fuck me over, i would probably pay an etsy witch to place a curse on you."
that makes bakugou smirk like you didn’t just practically threaten him. his brow with his eyebrow piercing raises. “that s’posed to be a warning?”
“mhm. or a threat. whichever scares you more.” you smile, teeth sinking into your plush bottom lip. your tone is sweeter than the perfume clinging to your skin. bakugou swears he can get dizzy off your scent alone.
he doesn’t answer you right away. instead, his hands slide to your waist, pulling you forward in one swift motion, settling you right in his lap. you gasp softly before snorting. your knees on either side of his hips as your arms circle around his neck.
“kats—” you begin, but bakugou’s already leaning in.
the first kiss is soft. barely there. it’s just a peck, and you still find yourself chasing his lips when he pulls away.
then there’s another. this time slower.
his mouth lingers on yours, buzzing with the same insanity you feel. the same intensity that always makes you want to crawl into his skin and live there.
your hands travel up the nape of his neck and into his ash-blond hair, tugging lightly, earning a low groan from the explosive hero. his large hands are on your waist, pulling your flesh against his chest.
then he’s pulling back, just enough to murmur against your mouth. his words are low and rough as he smiles all boyish and lazy. you wonder if he suspects he has your lip combo on his lips now.
“was never plannin’ on fuckin’ you over,” he squeezes your waist. “get that shit outta y’head, princess.”
your heart flutters at his words. you prayed he couldn’t hear the pitter-pattering of your heart against your rib cage. you beam fondly at him, manicured nails lightly scratching at his nape. “promise?”
⤷ synopsis: the media doesn't know about your engagement to the pro-hero. but lucky for them!! your ring gives you away.
⤷ cw: fem reader, established relationship, fluff, swearing (ofc).
⤷ a/n: hi!! soo this is sorta based off how we found out my close personal friend zendaya n mister spiderman were engaged lol.
the media doesn't even know you and bakugou are engaged until they catch a glimmering ring on your finger as you walk the red carpet at the fashion awards.
you looked absolutely divine and ethereal in a one of a kind, custom gown made by your favorite designer. makeup all sharp and perfect with hair styled beautifully. all that was on your mind was winning the model of the year award.
but the big ass stone on your ring finger had other plans. the jewel shined elegantly as you posed for the needy cameras, completely oblivious to the storm about to brew on social media. god bless your publicist.
your fiancé was halfway across the world in his office, doomscrolling on his phone instead of attending to the paperwork begging for his attention.
bakugou had been more than willing to accompany you (even though he loathes red carpets) to the award show to support his wonderful soon-to-be wife, but you insisted he stay and "take care of business."
bakugou would usually facepalm at headlines about you two, but this one was different. it wasn't a cheating rumor or tales of an alleged breakup.
a flurry of headlines recited the same thing: SUPERMODEL YN AND PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT REPORTEDLY ENGAGED?!
fuck.
you and bakugou were fairly private when it came to your relationship. all the media had to know was that you guys were together. and happy! nothing more, nothing less. so then how the hell did pop crave know about this?
bakugou sits up a little in his desk chair, eyes behind square frames squinting at the words on his screen.
"hah? how the fuck—" then he scrolls down, seeing the attached photo of you serving face on the carpet. any semblance of anger seeps away from bakugou like sand in an hourglass. a fond smile spreads on his face instantly just at the sight of the love of his life.
he clicks his tongue, zooming into the photo shamelessly. your dolled up face, the intricate lace on the corset of your gown, and the curves of your body he's held countless times. the dork can't get enough of you.
"you run that mouth of yours, pretty girl?" he murmurs to himself, already imagining you yapping it up with one of the red carpet journalists.
then his eyes catch it, the expensive rock on your finger he proposed with weeks ago. it's almost hard to miss. now he gets it.
"fuckin' nosy ass idiots." bakugou huffs, shaking his head as he smiles beside himself. a quiet part of him loved people knowing you were his girl.
and y'know he's expecting a longgg facetime call from you once you're back in your hotel room, excitedly recounting the events of the night with a hello kitty face mask and silk robe on and your model of the year award in the back.
pro-hero!bakugou likes to play the drums whenever he needs to blow off steam.
he’ll be behind his drum set, blond hair messier than usual, shirtless with a sheen of sweat coated along his scarred chest, and big, muscular arms straining with every pound to the beat of some melody stuck in his head.
you absolutely loveee distracting him any way you can when he plays. your favorite distraction is sitting in his lap as he drums away. you like to see if kissing his neck or scratching the nape of his neck will somehow cause him to mess up (which ofc it does). and then he gets all grumbly about you distracting him, so naturally, you kiss him to shut him up. he melts into the kiss immediately. his hands, once holding his drumsticks, are kneading the plush of your waist as he pulls your flesh against his chest.
bakugou loves being your personal photographer. you'll ask him to take a quick picture of you near some flowers to which he grunts in agreement bc the man can never say no to you. suddenly a quick pic turns into multiple pics. he’s directing you towards better lighting, recommending poses, holding your bag, all while squatting and leaning down to get the perfect angles. like pursue being a photographer instead of a hero?? he's cooing out all these praises like “my girl looks so good" and "atta girl". he's giving facebook mom basically. he couldn't give less of a fuck about whoever may be watching him because all he can focus on is you and your angelic beauty. right when you think he’s finally done, he’ll whip out his digital camera. and you guys do it all over again. the man’s just your biggest fan i guess.
for weeks now, his friends have bothered him about spilling the details about what you were to him. they wanna know why he’d been walking you to every one of your classes, or why you wore his hoodies around the dorms. and what was up with bakugou leaving your dorm so late last night?
and of course, in natural bakugou fashion, he pivots. “we’re just friends, dumbasses.” now they knew something was definitely up because when has katsuki bakugou, mister calls everyone “extras”, ever referred to someone as a friend? the thing is, when he says you guys are just friends, it’s whatever. but when you say it, suddenly it’s the end of the world.
“dunno why you even care. we’re just-“
“finish that sentence. i dare you.” his jaw flexes as his piercing ruby eyes bore into your surprised ones.
best believe he stopped playing around and asked you out officially.
“i can feel you starin’.” bakugou mumbled, eyes concentrated on the veggies he was cutting skillfully.
your cheek leaned into your palm as you watched your boyfriend. he just looked too good and you know he knew it. hair disheveled from his nap, usually sharp eyes are lidded and reminiscent of sleep, and the cherry on top, he’s shirtless with one of your pretty pink hello kitty aprons on.
“you just look so pretty, kats.” you cooed, lashes fluttering as your eyes trained on him, a freshly manicured nail lightly tracing the scars on his toned arm.
he smiles lazily at your bluntness before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“all for you, baby.” he spoke raspily, peering down at you with eyes filled with love.
