bakugou LOVES when you’re in little short outfits. like when you’re going out out, even if he’s not going with you. you in a tiny top and mini skirt. micro shorts and a bandeau corset. whole body rumbling at the sight of you. in literal awe when you walk down the stairs and you kiss him goodbye with a fresh waft of perfume freshly sprayed. extra shiny with creams and lotions. what’s funny is you don’t even dress like this on dates for him, just for you and your friends going out to dance in a club. it’s him saying “lemme take a photo of you.” knowing you’ll say yes for your instagram but he’s keeping these for himself. him in his baggy tshirt and comfy cotton shorts about to go to bed when you’re about to leave out the door. another goodbye kiss that turns into a makeout which turns into him saying, “quickly. just a quick one, beautiful.” he makes you come against your front door and with tongue down your throat. gives his final goodbye kiss demanding you promise him, “text me if anything happens.” “text me if you want me to pick you up.” “text me if—.” “go to bed, gorgeous. i’ll see you later. love you!” he’s grumbling to himself, scratching his stomach. “love you too.”
