it’s late. you’re in his room, the lights are low and warm, shoto is leaning back against the headboard with his shirt already off, body on full display—broad chest, soft layers over hard muscle, heavy pecs rising and falling with every nervous breath. you’re straddling his thick thighs, hands warm and slow as you start exploring him.
your palms slide up from his hips, spreading wide over the gentle swell of his stomach. the skin feels perfect—cool on the right side, warm on the left—and so fucking soft under your fingers. you press in gently, feeling the plush give of the soft but hard layer, then trace each ab one by one with slow, pain aching circles, thumbs dipping into every shallow groove. “does this feel good, baby?” you murmur softly, voice sweet and kind. “you’re so beautiful like this… look at you, all strong and soft for me.”
he lets out a tiny, surprised grunt at first, then a soft broken whimper that sounds far away, like he couldn’t hold it back. his head tips back, mismatched eyes fluttering half-closed, lips parted. “y-yes… feels… really good,” he breathes, voice cracking sweetly.
you keep going, hands gliding higher, cupping the heavy weight of his pecs, thumbs brushing lightly over his nipples until they tighten under your touch. another soft whimper spills out, a little louder, needy and completely inexperienced. you lean down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his sternum while your fingers keep worshipping every ridge and curve of his abdomen. “god, you’re perfect,” you whisper against his warm skin, feeling the muscles twitch and soften under your palms. “so warm here… so cool here… every single part of you is so fucking beautiful.”
your hands drift lower again, palms flat and slow, running over his stomach—squeezing gently, letting your nails drag just light enough to make him shiver. the whimpers are closer now, constant little “ah… ah…” sounds every time you press into a new spot on his abs. you stay locked there for a while, obsessed with the way his stomach moves under your hands, the way his whole body trembles when you trace the same line over and over.
finally your fingertips brush the dark, thick happy trail leading down. you follow it with one finger, slow and teasing, feeling the heat building as you go lower. when you reach the waistband of his boxers you hook two fingers under the elastic, tugging it up just enough to snap it gently against his skin—once, twice, playful little flicks that make his hips jerk up and a fresh, broken, higher whimper escape his throat.
“shhh, easy big boy,” you coo, rubbing soothing circles right above the band while you keep snapping it teasingly. “you’re doing so good for me… so pretty when you make those soft noises.” another gentle snap, your knuckles brushing the base of his happy trail again, feeling how hard and straining he is underneath. his breathing is ragged, soft moans mixing with those distant, needy whimpers as you play with the waistband—pulling, snapping, letting your fingers dip just under to tease the sensitive skin right at the root without giving him everything yet.
you keep one hand on his abdomen the whole time, stroking and praising every inch of that beautiful body underneath you while the other teases lower. “look at you shoto… so handsome, such a gorgeous boy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss right below his belly button. his abs flex and soften under your palm with every shaky breath, another soft grunt turning into a whimper as you snap the band one more time, slow and gentle, drawing it out until he’s trembling and making the sweetest, most loving sounds you’ve ever heard.
Once upon a time…. You find yourself comparing your life with Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo, wondering which kind of love your heart truly belongs to
K. Bakugo x fem!reader
S. Todoroki x fem!reader
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A/N: Though I wrote this with the intent of having Bakugo end up with her again, let me know if you think she’s better off with Todoroki (for part 2) by voting on the poll in the end of the story!
Warning: Not proofread
Shoto Todoroki.
The perfect man, the one who ranked first place in “Who do you think is the best hero boyfriend?”
With his sensible nature and jaw-dropping looks, it was no wonder that all your single friends jokingly say how jealous they are that you managed to score the nation’s prince.
“Girl! You have to share your prayers, word for word!” One of them would say with a grin, nudging you with an elbow as the rest laughed.
“Yeah! Do you know how millions of people would kill to be in your place right now?! Teen girls, Aunties, Grandmas, all of them always mourn the fact that Shoto isn’t single anymore!”
You smile, trying your best to look proud, that maybe the more you listen to them, the more you can fool yourself into believing that this is all you could ever ask for. “It just happened naturally,” you say, taking a sip of your wine glass, the taste masking the uncertainty brewing inside you. Your friends groan in response, their playful exasperation echoing your own inner turmoil.
A gentle hand rests on your shoulder, a comforting gesture you’re still learning to accept. You can almost sense the smile before feeling the soft brush of his lips against your cheek, eliciting delighted squeals from the table. You don’t need to look; you know it’s him.
“Hello, beautiful.” Shoto’s smile is disarming, but the words feel hollow as he takes the seat beside you, bowing respectfully to your friends. They chat easily, their laughter cascading around you, and you lean back, trying to force your heart to flutter like every other woman does when they’re in Shoto’s presence.
You find yourself drinking more than necessary when the restaurant’s TV shared the latest news about Dynamight’s successful hero mission.
“Kats?” You poke his arm gently, hesitant, teeth worrying your lower lip. “Kats, I know we said we’d keep this quiet, but… do you think I could introduce you to my friends? I mean, Kiri and the others already know me, so…”
Crimson eyes snap toward you, tired, heavy, and already mildly irritated. He exhales sharply through his nose, “This again?” His voice is rough, edged. “We already talked about this, didn’t we?”
You shrink a little under his stare, but you push through. “Yeah, but–”
“Sweets, you know that the only reason they found out was ‘cause those damn idiots went snooping through my phone,” he cuts in, clicking his tongue. “Not ‘cause I wanted them to.”
You flinch, opening your mouth again to retort until he rises a bit, resting on his elbows with a sharper stare. “Still, it’s better than your friends finding out, because at least the idiots are heroes. Use your head. What happens when one of your friends slips up, huh? When word gets out, you think villains won’t latch onto that?” His jaw tightens. “You’d have a target painted on your back.”
“But they won’t!” you insist, voice rising despite yourself. “I trust them. I know them, Katsuki, they’re not just going to gossip to news channels–”
“Yeah? And what if you’re wrong?” he snaps, louder now. “What if just one mistake–”
“They’re not mistakes, they’re my friends!”
“--is all it takes to get you hurt?!”
The room falls silent. You look down with your brows furrowed, realizing that all you do these days is argue and cut each other off with your own sets of beliefs clashing.
His chest rises and falls once, twice. Then he drags a hand down his face with a frustrated groan.
“Tch. Not doing this right now.” He turns away, already lying back down. “We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m exhausted.”
Your heart drops.
“Katsuki…”
“I said tomorrow,” he mutters, eyes already closing. “Go to sleep.”
The problem is you can’t, or rather, you don’t.
Because something about the way he said it, so dismissively, sits heavy in your chest. You stare at his toned back, waiting to see if he might do anything else.
He doesn’t turn around.
“Katsuki.”
No response.
“Katsuki,” you repeat, sharper this time.
A groan. “What now?”
“You can’t just shut me down like that.”
“I’m not”
“You are.” Frustration bubbling over, “Every time I bring this up, you just brush me off like it doesn’t matter.”
He rolls onto his back, scowl immediate. You can see how tired he is, eye bags forming under his eyes from how busy he’s getting ever since he started building his own agency. “It does matter! That’s why I keep saying no.”
“You’re avoiding it all the time!” Your voice cracks. “You don’t even try to understand why it matters to me!”
“I do understand!” he fires back, sitting up again. “You want your little perfect world where everyone gets along, and nothing goes wrong, guess what? That’s not how this works!”
“That’s not fair! I’m not asking to tell the world, just the people close to me!”
“What’s not fair is you asking me to risk you like that!”
“I’m not something you need to control, Katsuki! I can handle myself! What I can’t handle is you acting like- l-like you’re ashamed that I’m not a hero!”
“What I can’t handle is you not seeing the bigger picture! I’m not letting you get yourself killed just because you’re too damn stubborn to think about the consequences!”
The words hit harder than you expect. Your throat tightens.
“Fine,” you whisper, voice suddenly small. “Whatever”
You don’t wait for a response.
You grab a blanket and walk out, settling onto the couch with stiff movements, back turned to the hallway.
You sniffle to yourself, trying to rub your tears as you set up pillows around the couch.
“…Oi.” Slow footsteps enter the living room, hesitant.
You don’t answer.
Another pause.
Then you feel your boyfriend’s battle-hardened arms wrap around your waist from behind you. “…Don’t sleep out here. You’ll mess up your back or some shit.”
You let out a quiet, humorless huff. “Oh yeah, because I’m sooo stubborn that I can’t think for myself, right?”
Silence again.
Then, quieter this time, “…I didn’t mean that.”
You blink.
“I’m not trying to control you,” he mutters, voice rougher now, not angry, just… strained. “Damn it. One of the things I love about you is how independent you are, so I- fuck- I didn’t mean what I said earlier.”
You finally turn your head slightly. His chin rests on your shoulders, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter.
“I just…” he exhales sharply. “I can’t risk you. Not like that.”
Your chest aches. “Katsuki…”
“I’m serious,” he continues, more firmly now, finally glancing at you. “I’m still building my name. Still trying to get stronger after what happened in the war. There are people out there who’d jump at any weakness.” His jaw tightens. “And you? You’d be the easiest way to get to me.”
The words aren’t harsh this time. They’re honest.
“I hate having to be a secret,” you admit softly. You hate that loving him is messy, a rollercoaster where you’re angry at first, then your heart flutters at the next.
These late-night arguments that ended with your name on his lips like a curse and a prayer at the same time.
“Yeah. Me too.” he whispers to you back. “…We can tell them. One day.” His eyes flick away again, like even that promise feels too vulnerable. “Just, not now. Not until I know for sure I can keep you safe.”
You study him. You never knew you could feel this much for someone.
“Okay,” you whisper.
He exhales, tension easing just a bit, and he offers a little grin. “Good.” Katsuki breaks the tension by making you squeal when he carries you bridal style back to the bed, with you hanging on to his promise that he’ll soon meet your friends.
But he never got to meet them.
Because somewhere between “not now” and “one day,” both of you ran out of time.
“Dear?”
The voice is soft, warm in a way that doesn’t demand. You ignore the way your heart yearned for the voice to be gruff, a raspy voice you used to wake up to every day.
Eyes blinking rapidly, you try to remove the thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. Your chest rises with a quiet breath as you shake your head, grounding yourself back into the present.
“I’m here,” you say, turning toward him with a small, practiced smile.
Shoto is standing a few steps away, hands relaxed at his sides, watching you with that same calm attentiveness. He doesn’t ask what you were thinking about. He never does. Not unless you offer it first.
And you don’t.
Because how can you tell him that when you gaze into his heterochromatic eyes, you wish it were the same shade of crimson as the man you can never seem to forget?
Sometimes, your heart aches in guilt, knowing that no matter how long it has been, no matter how much love Shoto has to offer, you can never truly love him as much as he loves you.
You believe that one of your biggest regrets, aside from letting Katsuki Bakugo go, is stepping into Shoto Todoroki’s life when you met him on a night you weren’t supposed to belong in.
Two years ago, you could still recall how it had taken more effort than you’d ever admit out loud. Calling in favors, leaning on connections, dressing yourself in something just convincing enough to pass among people far more important than you. All for one reason.
To watch from afar.
To see, with your own eyes, the life he built without you.
The award show was grand, too bright, too polished, filled with cameras and voices and people who looked like they had always belonged there. Pro heroes lined the front rows, their names spoken with reverence, their achievements displayed like trophies for the world to admire.
You remember how your first thought was Katsuki, it always was, since you know how much he hates these things. The way people treat heroes as artists rather than the protectors they worked hard to be.
Either way, you weren’t one of them. When it took you months to try every single trick in the book to be accepted into this venue, the others had the organizations begging for attendance.
And then…
His name was called.
For a moment, the world seemed to narrow into something small and suffocating as you watched him step into the light. Taller. Broader. Stronger. His presence alone commanded the room, just like it always had.
Katsuki Bakugo.
At the top.
You clapped along with the rest of the audience. Your heart swelled in pride and happiness that he finally built his hero agency and is now rising faster to the top. Just like how he always dreamt of.
But it was tangled with something else, something heavier and quieter.
This life… that version of him… it didn’t have you in it anymore. You aren’t there anymore to hear his thoughts, and you won’t get to see the little soft pout in his lips when he gets frustrated.
You’re not his anymore. And he’s not yours.
You don’t realize that your body moved in autopilot, and you’re outside of the venue with tears brimming in your eyes, internally berating yourself and regretting ever coming here until-
“Are you alright?”
The voice beside you was calm, low, almost blending into the background.
You turned, slightly startled.
Heterochromatic eyes met yours, looking over at you curiously.
“Todoroki Shoto,” he said simply, like introductions didn’t need anything more.
You blinked, caught off guard. You vaguely knew him as one of Katsuki’s old classmates. “Oh- I-I’m fine- sorry you had to see that.” Clearing your throat, your fingers reached to dab your eyes and make sure you did not look like a crazy woman hanging around the vicinity.
He studied you for a second longer, head tilted just a bit, like he wanted to say more. You thought that would be the last time you saw him, and you didn't wait to hear his words as you hurried away with embarrassment.
You saw him again a few weeks later, by coincidence. A quiet café. Then another time, passing by the same street. Conversations that started short, then slowly stretched longer, until it has now been two years of you both knowing one another. Two years of never telling him that you were once Bakugo’s.
Six months since he confessed, and you finally became his.
You noticed how he always respects your space. Never pushes, never forces, never says anything when you say you don’t want to talk about it.
He never makes you wait.
When he says he’ll be there, he is. When he says he’ll call, he does. Every time, without fail.
There are no raised voices. No slammed doors. No words that linger after they’ve been said.
He fits into your life so seamlessly that it almost scares you. He’s close to your mother, speaking with a quiet politeness that makes her trust him without hesitation. He talks business with your father, composed and thoughtful, earning respect in ways that don’t need to be loud.
You watched how enamored your parents are with your boyfriend, yet all you can think of is how they never got to meet the first man who stole your heart.
He’s charming in a way that doesn’t feel forced.
Endearing without trying. He looked for the definition of what a perfect boyfriend is, and decided to become that. And you tell yourself that this is what love is supposed to be. You can see yourself living an easy life as long as you stayed in his side.
With Shoto, nothing ever pushes.
He supports you in everything you do, but from a distance that feels almost… hands-off. If you doubt yourself, he reassures you; never does he challenge you. If you settle, he lets you. If you choose the safer path, he doesn’t question it. When you say you want to give up on something, he merely shrugs and nods along.
“I don’t think I can do this,” you mutter one evening, dropping onto the couch with a heavy sigh.
Shoto glances up from his notebook, calm as ever. “Then don’t. You don’t have to,” he says softly, voice steady.
“I know… it’s just frustrating,” you admit, running a hand through your hair. “I wanted to make it work, but I keep hitting a wall.”
His stare remained soft as he flipped another page, “Maybe you’re looking at it the wrong way, dearest. Or maybe this just isn’t the right time. There’s no shame in stepping back. You’ll figure it out when you’re ready.” he shrugs.
And just like that, the conversation ends. No pressure. No urging. You looked at him in shock at how easy he made it seem to be.
Katsuki never lets you stay still.
He was frustrating like that. Always pointing things out, always pushing, always expecting something greater from you, even when you couldn’t see it yourself. It used to feel like pressure, like you were constantly being challenged, constantly being told you weren’t trying hard enough.
“Quit holding back,” he’d snap, eyes sharp, voice rough but certain. “You’ve got more in you than that. So stop acting like you don’t.”
It annoyed you. Until two years after your breakup, did you realize his actions meant that he was paying attention, watching closely enough to notice where you were falling short and refusing to let you stay there.
With him, you couldn’t hide behind “good enough”, not when he believes, no, he knows you can do better. Katsuki lets you develop parts of yourself that you never knew existed.
And then there are the quiet lies. “I’m fine.” That isn’t really true. Once you say that to Shoto, that’s where the conversation ends.
He might pause for a second, maybe glance at you like he’s thinking. However, just like your first meeting, he accepts your words. Moves on even when it was clear you were feeling the opposite.
He doesn’t want to push you into something you’re not willing to share.
“You don’t really want to talk about it, do you?” he asks softly.
“I’m fine,” you reply, forcing a small smile.
Shoto nods once, calm and steady. “Okay. If you say so. You don’t have to say anything.” He kisses your forehead as a silent gesture of comfort before leaving the room to give you space in whatever it is that's bothering you.
Katsuki never gave you that option.
“You’re not fine,” he’d say immediately, like it was obvious.
You would huff, crossing your arms and turning away from him with an angry pout, concealing your sniffles, “I am!”
“Yeah? Then why do you look like that?”
You’d roll your eyes, try to brush him off, and tell him to drop it.
He never did. He’d stay, hovering, annoying, stubbornly present until you cracked. He won’t move on until he’s one hundred percent sure that you aren’t crying like a baby.
“Just say it already,” he’d mutter, sitting beside you. “You think I’m just gonna let you sit there like that?”
And no matter how much you resisted, he always dragged the truth out of you. He’ll lend you an ear if you want, or give you solutions if you ask. Either way, his fiery personality lets him be glued to your side.
It’s in the next month that Shoto leads you through the swirl of flashing cameras and reporters, his hand steady on your back as he introduces you with that quiet, effortless charm he always carries. You smile at the lenses, the perfect public partner, but it’s a lie. He can’t see the smile you’re faking, how you wish to be anywhere but there. You feel sick, like this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. You don’t feel anything but dread, and it seems like Shoto isn’t noticing it anytime soon.
“Dynamight! Dynamight look here!”
The second you heard that, it felt like the world gained its color again. There he is, Katsuki fucking Bakugo. Crimson eyes meet yours, and suddenly your chest tightens, pulse races the way it used to in reckless, stormy nights. You remember what it felt like to be seen, really seen. To belong in the chaos. He still stares at you as if you’re the only one worthy of his gaze, and you’re still fluent in understanding the words he wants to convey with his eyes, the apology, regret, and yearning all in one.
But then you turn, and Shoto’s calm presence anchors the other side of your chest. His eyes are steady, patient, full of quiet understanding, and the kind of patience that Katsuki never offered. Shoto gives you a space to stand beside him as an equal, letting the world know that his heart is for you.
And there you are, caught between the two different types of love they offer. The question is, who would your heart follow?
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A/N: Ack i wanted to keep it as similar to the song as possible, but also wanted to show that both guys have their good and bad (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟). Let me know who Reader should end up with!!
thinking of you and Yaoyorozu, who are best friends. you’re married to pro hero Shoto, have kids with the man you swore you’d grow old with, and you’re not sure what happened, but you fell out of love.
he’d tell you time and time again that you were his girl, and he took you to places you’d only dreamed of going. for a long time it had been just he and you, but you’d met momo.
the beautiful, talented, strong momo.
she’d earn her place in your life as your best friend. and it was a bond you had that you swore would never fade with time. when shoto confessed that he’d fallen out of love with you, you broke.
you left your shared home, making your way to hers. you were crying on her shoulder, and she shared no words of reassurance, instead, she made sure you let it all out. making sure not to leave any bottled up emotions trapped within you.
dare you say she became family, invited to the shared christmas you and shoto had, months after being divorced. you wonder how you hadn’t noticed the way he was looking at her, and for how long it was.
how long did they had this mental affair, when they had come out publicly in July, you broke alone with only your son to console you.
yaoyorozu was on the train, staring at a familiar seat. it was the one the two of you would share every time you had gotten on this very train. the same marks engraved into the seats.
she sees you, laughing beside her with a nudge. her scarf feels like it’s choking her, her eyes burning. god, she feels so guilty.
you glance back at her, looking with shock before waving, and when she blinks, you’re gone.
she sees you in the back of her mind, all the time.
shoto grabs ahold of her shoulder, and she looks up staring at his face. and, Yaoyorozu can’t help but wonder, does he see you in the back of his mind.. in her eyes?
“momo, this is our stop.”
she swallows hard, nodding.
“alright,”
a younger you is once again at the seat, staring back at her, watching her get off the train.
Would you do HC’s for Bakugou, Todoroki, Kaminari and Shinsou? The tiktok prank where you “answer” your phone and the guy is like “yo Shawty” hahaha
i loved doing this so much. I hope you like it too bby!
Bakugou:
To say you were addicted to tiktok was an understatement.
You spent every minute you could on the app.
You were currently hanging out in your boyfriend's room. He was studying for an upcoming test instead of paying attention to you.
You tried everything you could to get his attention but nothing worked, and then an idea popped into your head.
You opened up the tiktok app and got the audio you wanted to use ready. You pressed play and started to record.
“yo whats good shawty. your man still around?”
Bakugou spun around so fast you thought he would get whiplash.
“Who the fuck is that?” He yelled as he got up from the chair and ran to your side, knocking your phone out of your hands as he pulled you into his arms to try and shield you from your phone.
“Baby chill. It’s just a tiktok.” You said not being able to hold back your laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“A tiktok? Really.” He scoffed as he looked down at you with a smirk.
“I just wanted some attention.” You whispered as you looked into his eyes.
“Well now you’ve got it baby.” He said as he nuzzled his face into your neck, peppering you with kisses.
Needless to say you got the attention you wanted.
Todoroki:
You were laying in your boyfriend's bedroom waiting for him to get out of the shower.
You were scrolling through tiktok when an idea popped into your head.
You waited until you heard the water shut off before you got everything ready.
You turned your volume all the way up and pressed play, recording the door to see Shoto’s reaction.
“yo whats good shawty. your man still around?”
The door flew open as Shoto’s icy glare met your eyes.
He stood in the doorway and looked at you for a few minutes before turning around and walking back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
You instantly felt horrible about what you did, so you walked slowly over to the door and opened it, softly calling out his name.
‘Sho baby. I’m sorry. It was just a prank.” You said as you walked the small distance over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. “Are you mad at me?”
He turned around so he could look at you, his gaze softening when he saw the sadness in your eyes. “I could never be mad at you babygirl.” He said as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “A prank huh?”
“I thought it would be funny.” You answered honestly.
“I’ll show you funny.” He said as he looked down at you with an evil smile before he lifted you up to throw you over his shoulder. He moved to the shower before turning it on to the coldest setting.
“Shoto!!!” You screamed as the cold water cascaded down your body, drenching our clothes.
“See, now this is funny.” He laughed as he bent down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.
You couldn’t stay mad when he laughed like he did. The sound was like music to your ears.
Kaminari:
You were both addicted to tiktok. You spent so many hours laying in bed watching them together.
It didn’t take long for you guys to make your own videos.
And of course Denki’s content was nothing but pranks he pulled on you.
After the latest prank where he fake broke up with you with song lyrics you had enough.
It was time to get back at him.
You were laying on the couch, your legs laying on his lap as a show played in the background.
You looked over at him and smiled to yourself. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction.
Not being able to wait any longer you opened the app and pressed play on the audio, the camera rolling.
“yo whats good shawty. your man still around?”
He looked over at you and laughed.
“Baby I’m tiktok famous. Do you really think I haven’t seen this before?”
You threw the pillow you were sitting on at him and got up from the couch, stomping up to your room..
Denki watched you walk away, a look of confusion plastered on his face,
He knew he fucked up the minute the words left his mouth. He knew you were just trying to get back at him for his latest prank, so he knew he had some making up to do.
There was a knock on your door about 20 minutes later and you knew it was Denki.
You walked over to the door and opened it to see a large teddy bear, flowers, and a box of chocolate in your boyfriend's hands.
“I’m sorry baby. I acted like a jerk and I’ll never do it again.” He said as he placed your gifts on the ground before pulling you in for a hug.
You wrapped your arms around him and tightened your grip on his back, before you leaned back to press a kiss to his lips.
“I forgive you.” You said as you kissed his nose. “Can we cuddle now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He replied as you walked over to your bed where you spent the rest of the day eating chocolate, watching movies, and cuddling.
Shinsou:
You were currently laying in bed watching your boyfriend Shinsou play a game with his friends.
You were supposed to be having your weekly date night, but when you got to his room he was “finishing up” his game.
That was 3 games ago.
You were scrolling on tiktok as you glared at his back, watching him start yet another match.
A video came up on your for you page and it made an idea pop into your head.
You smiled to yourself as you got ready for the prank.
You waited until just before the game started before you pressed play on the audio to record his reaction.
“yo whats good shawty. your man still around?”
Toshi spun his chair around so fast you thought it was going to tip over.
“Who the hell is that?” He asked as he looked over at you, his expression unreadable.
“Someone who doesn’t make me wait an hour and a half for date night.” You retorted as you shrugged your shoulders at him.
“It hasn’t been that long… has it?” He asked as he looked at the time on his watch. “I’m sorry baby. Are you ready to go now?”
“I think the better question is are you ready?” You asked as you quirked your eyebrow at him.
“Yeah I am.” He replied as he got up from his chair and reached for your hand pulling you off the bed and into his arms. “I’m sorry baby.” He said again as he pressed kissed all over your face.
You laughed your anger dissipating by his affection.
hello! i’m a very new account and would love to start accepting dark (noncon/dubcon) / smut / angst prompts for some jjk / bnha characters! i may write oneshots, headcannons, and drabbles :D
for now i’ll write for:
gojou satoru | getou suguru | bakugou katsuki | todoroki shotou
