⋆˚࿔ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ + ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ. ✩˚⋆
✧ hey hii heyyy! first time i have the courage to post a drabble i wrote... plz have mercy
✧ pure fluff, bakugou is a bit ooc, reader is gn!
As expected of the great explosion murder god, he insists on always holding you. The stubborn boy will literally wrestle you until you are both lying down, his arms around you, chin on top of your head.
That being a short sum up of how cuddling usually went with your boyfriend… until the moment he’d shockingly, begrudgingly agreed to being held.
“Fine.” He muttered, almost spat out. “Just this once.”
Safe to say it was not just that once.
Katsuki would rather walk barefoot on glass particles before he’d admit just how much he adores being held by you.
He adores hates! how safe and even small it makes him feel. Lying on your chest as you gently card your fingers trough his hair with one hand, slowly rubbing his back with the other. The soothing rise and fall of your chest, the comforting, steady sound of your heartbeat. Not to mention the occasional soft kisses you plant to the top of his head, sometimes accompanied by whispered sweet nothings.
And although flustered, Katsuki will demand this treatment every night. Wordlessly however.
Unless you initiate holding him, he’s crossing his arms, tossing and turning next to you, purposefully loudly sighing until you’d just get the damn hint and pull him into your arms. (You already know what he wants. He’s just too cute all huffy, stubborn as usual.)
It’s unspokenly become your guys’ little secret - the most important part of your nightly routine. You holding him, him being held by you.
You, who he loves so much, he’d let all his walls break down for.
A fact you’re very blissfully aware of, so you’d happily spend the rest of your nights holding your pretty blonde in your arms.
