cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry
bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.
there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.
but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.
your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.
the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.
he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?
heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—
he gulps.
it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—
(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)
the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).
it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.
he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.
bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.
you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.
"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.
as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.
as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.
as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.
his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.
you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.
“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.
your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.
he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.
but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.
he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.
there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.
your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.
then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.
he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.
five minutes, huh?
like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.
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Bakugou is a stumbling, fumbling nerd at best. But once he realizes that you become even more flustered than him? The fucker won’t leave you alone.
He’s not a fan of PDA, mainly because he doesn’t like seeing it so he doesn’t like acting it out in turn, but he grabs your hand one day while you’re out. Paparazzi is swarming you and he doesn’t want you getting lost in the crowd, so he plucks your hand from where it’s tucked in your (his) hoodie pocket. He snatches you up against his side and pulls you in until his hand drops yours to protectively wrap around your shoulders instead, bringing you against his chest. He thinks you might be hurt after you get inside, when you’re too flustered to look him in the eye for a while.
So he tests, experiments with you. Gives you a sweet little kiss on the lips when your friends are around, when fans are looking. He watches how you always smile a little, bat at his chest and push him away because now that he’s seen you like this, he’s gonna want more from you. At private parties, he has no qualms about rubbing your ass while you stand there, mid conversation with someone. You keep stuttering over your words and trying to bat him away gently, and he wouldn’t typically do this, but you’re so cute. So cute when the person finally walks away and you punch softly at his chest in embarrassment, how you squeak when he pulls you in a hug just to grab another handful of your ass.
Omg and doing joint interviews together!!!! Usually he’s pretty private about everything, but he likes sharing little details—not to embarrass or humiliate you, but because he knows you’re getting flashbacks of tangled sheets and sweet nights whenever he mentions a little detail. Or maybe, you find yourself patting his thigh jokingly, before looking over at him, a smile stretching your face. But the evil little fucker is only smirking at you, his eyes low, posture slumped as he spreads his thighs just the tiniest bit wider. He doesn’t even say anything, just glances at how high your hand is on his thigh before looking back up at you, an eyebrow cocked. You snatch your hand away as if he’s burned you, and the interviewer can only laugh. ANNOYING!!!!! (lovingly)
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Confession: When I first saw you mention "I'm in Love with the Villainess" I had no intention to watch it because I confused it with a similar premise I had read a few months earlier and been meh about (isekai butler loves the villainess he serves), so I was confused when I saw the other anon mention that it was a girl's love series.
Long story short: I watched the anime in one sitting and am now waiting for all the volumes of manga currently released to be delivered. It is a great series and I need more of it.
i haven't gotten around to reading the manga/light novel (does anyone know which came first?) just yet, but it's such a good show fr fr T-T i feel like you never really hear characters say the word 'lesbian' in anime, even if there are girls kissing on the reg, so it was very refreshing to have multiple characters who both are and call themselves queer. ray and claire's arc is just,,, scrumptious as well. a protag who's convinced herself that she can love endlessly with no expectation of reciprocation + a love interest who legitimately believes she's made herself impossible to love is just,,,, what a fucking show. delicious delicious show if nothing else watch a compilation of the mc's english voice actor doing the goddamn most.
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I dunno how you feel bout lyney but considering he and lynette are twins that implies he’s also part cat somehow. So what if he’s more like a cat personality wise. He’s such a cunning and clever guy. But he also can’t resist cuddling up with chubby reader because they’re just so warm and soft he ends up falling asleep with his face on their chest. He can’t help getting a little jealous when you show affection to actual and literal cats. He wants to just be around you even if he’s not doing anything or talking with you, he just feels more at ease around you
i believe their character stories mention something about having latent dna for the possibility of cat traits, but them only showing in ears and a tail on lynette! so the idea of lyney having cat traits in a more . . . emotional and mental way is very interesting. incredibly possessive of his chubby reader, aside from anyone he deems as 'safe' - wanting to be in their vicinity, wanting affection on his terms, being able to change and switch moods at a moment's notice... oh, Very good anon. i am thinking!
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omg superhero n journalist au is so cute!!!!!!!! I literally just laughed out loud thinking about superhero anakin, constantly being suspicious about this adorable journalist man, being on sharp guard whenever obiwan does smth suspicious in his eyes, but then becoming a little sad in the next moment bc obiwan was actually so hot and he really enjoyed the man's occasional company, but then this cinnamon roll looking man HAD TO BE A VILLAIN! IT'S SO UNFAIR! And while anakin is having his quiet freaking-out over there, oblivious obiwan is just trying to make a living, to not get killed in this insane city with too many villains, and to hide his little bit childish crush on Vader from this very handsome young mechanic.
it’s like the entire thing could probably be solved if obi-wan was a little less oblivious about handsome mechanic being hot superhero AND if he was a little less embarrassed about having a childish crush on hot superhero because his entire deflection routine is incredibly suspicious to anakin who already suspects him because he’s being all shifty and in and around crime scenes when anakin looked him up and his usual beat is politics around the city’s Capitol area!!
but anakin is not immune to the cute handsome journalist man who flirts with him and brings him coffee when he works on his car so of course he becomes his cute handsome journalist boyfriend….better to keep an eye on his surely villainous ways while anakin conducts his own investigation into obi-wan kenobi, journalist, who keeps acting all shifty and defensive when anakin brings up vader
obi-wan, for his part, would really just like to have a relationship with handsome hot mechanic without having to talk about or admit to his stupid childish crush on superhero Vader 😣
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