Work Text:
Tapping your nails against the kitchen counter, you sigh in boredom as you check your phone for any messages from your pro hero boyfriend.
Nothing. You decide to send a message, too anxious from waiting in the deafening silence of your empty apartment.
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To: Bakubae
When will you be home? I want to know when to start dinner <3
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You exit your messages and tap on the music app, flipping through your library to find a good pop song to dance to. You might as well cheer yourself up, you wouldn’t want to be a frowning mess when your tired boyfriend gets home from work.
Selecting your favourite song, you grab a whisk from the counter and start belting out the lyrics into it, your hips gyrating side to side with the beat.
As you bring a dinning chair close to you as a dancing partner, you are scared out of your fantasy by the sound of something being thrown.
You whip around and are mortified to see a smirking Katsuki.
“Why didn’t you answer my text!” You squeak, throwing the whisk on the table and pointing an accusatory finger at your boyfriend.
He gestures to the takeout Chinese bag he’d thrown on the counter, effectively answering your question and leaving you humiliated from being caught.
He suddenly strides toward you, coming flush against your front, wrapping his thick toned arms around your waist, his hands coming to rest on your ass.
“Look at my sexy little girlfriend, dancing around in my shirt with your ass out for me…”
You offer a pitifully embarrassed groan in response.
You squeak when his hot hands dig into your ass with bruising force, a hot feeling pooling in your gut at the sensation.
“Buuut, I’m fuckin’ hungry right now. So let’s eat first”
“Bakugou” you groan, sagging against the kitchen table.