stealing bakugouās clothes
+ grown up reader and bakugou and living tg
The absolute best part about dating Katsuki Bakugouāaside from the fierce loyalty and the fact that he was a phenomenal cookāwas his wardrobe.
Because he was a top-tier pro hero, his agency kept him heavily stocked with custom merchandise. His favorite pieces were the thick, heavy black hoodies with his orange-and-green explosion logo stitched discretely on the chest. They were oversized, incredibly soft on the inside, and permanently smelled exactly like him: a intoxicating mix of caramelized sugar, smoky ozone, and his sharp, clean cologne.
Katsuki had been gone since 5:00 AM for a massive patrol shift across the city, and by mid-afternoon, your separation anxiety had fully set in.
Seeking immediate comfort, you had marched into your shared bedroom, raided his side of the closet, and pulled out his absolute favorite, heaviest winter hoodie. When you slipped it on, the hem hit you mid-thigh, the sleeves completely swallowed your hands, and the collar rose up past your chin. It felt like being wrapped in a giant, heavy hug from Katsuki himself.
Fully content, you dragged a blanket to the living room couch, curled your legs up under you, and put on a movie, letting the familiar scent completely soothe your brain.
You were so relaxed that you didn't even hear the front door unlock.
The heavy thud of Katsukiās combat boots hitting the entryway floor startled you. He was home early.
"I'm home, brat," his voice boomed through the apartment, rough and raspy from barking orders at sidekicks all day. "Patrol got cut short because of the rain. Where the hell are you?"
You peeked over the back of the couch just as Katsuki rounded the corner into the living room. He was unbuttoning the top of his hero undershirt, his jaw tight with residual work stressābut the second his eyes landed on you, he stopped dead in his tracks.
His gaze traveled from your face, down to the massive orange-and-green logo stretching across your chest, down to the sleeves pooling around your wrists.
Katsukiās eyebrows shot up. His mouth twitched.
"Is that my damn jacket?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he walked over to the couch. He tried to lock his face into his usual harsh scowl, but the sudden flare of heat in his cheeks completely gave him away.
"Maybe," you mumbled into the high collar, pulling your hands up inside the sleeves so only your eyes were peeking out. "You were gone too long. I missed you."
"You look like you're drowning in it," Katsuki scoffed, though his voice instantly lost its sharp, post-work edge. He reached down, grabbing a fistful of the excess fabric at your shoulder and giving it a playful, gentle tug. "Thatās the heavy-duty one. Iāve been looking for that for a week."
"It's mine now," you declared, completely unbothered.
In your typical clingy fashion, you didn't give him a chance to argue. You tossed the throw blanket aside, uncurled your legs, and slid right off the couchālaunching yourself straight into his chest.
Katsukiās reflexes were flawless. Even though he pretended to complain, his arms opened instantly, catching your weight and pulling you flush against his chest. You locked your legs around his waist, burying your face right into his neck. The heavy hoodie bunched up between you, making you feel like a tiny, soft ball of fabric in his massive grip.
Katsuki let out a low rumble of a laugh against your ear, his large hands settling firmly over the thick fabric covering your lower back and thighs.
"You're ridiculous," he muttered, carrying you effortlessly over to his favorite armchair and sitting down with you pinned securely to his lap. "You have your own damn hoodies."
"Yours are better," you murmured, nuzzling your face against his jawline. "They smell like you. It makes me feel safe when you're working."
The raw, casual honesty of your statement hit Katsuki right in the chest. His grip on you tightened immediately, his possessive streak flaring up in the best way possible. He looked down at you, his crimson eyes incredibly dark, full of an intense, heavy affection that he only ever showed behind closed doors.
He reached up, his rough fingers catching the edge of the oversized hood and pulling it back to look at your face.
"Yeah?" he murmured, his voice dropping into that quiet, gravelly register.
"Yeah," you whispered, smiling up at him.
Katsuki leaned down, his lips catching yours in a deep, fierce, incredibly warm kiss. His hands slid up under the hem of the hoodie, his bare, naturally hot palms pressing flat against the skin of your waist, making you gasp softly into the kiss. He tasted like home, and the lingering stress from his long day evaporated completely into the quiet space of the room.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your skin. A smug, dominant little smirk played on his lips.
"Fine. You can keep the jacket," Katsuki growled softly, his fingers gently squeezing your waist, anchoring you so tightly against his hip that you couldn't move even if you wanted to. "But if you're wearing my clothes, you're staying right here for the rest of the night. You don't get to take it off, and you don't get to leave my lap. Deal?"
You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, burying your face back into his skin with a happy sigh. "Deal."
a/n: first mha fanfic chatš„¹āļø















