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THEY’RE TRYING THEIR BEST BAKUGOU THEY REALLY ARE

Bakusquad and karaoke @xxtc-96xx

This is my contribution to the BNHarem’s penpal event! This event is nsfw so be warned! I had a lot of fun with this collab <3 

Please see the Penpal Masterlist to see the other characters! 

Warnings: smut, nsfw themes below!

Sero stood outside his apartment, staring down at a flowery postcard in his hand with an apprehensive gaze. The early afternoon sun warmed his shoulders, reminding him that he was still stood outside of his modest house. He brought the mail inside, kicking off his shoes at the door. Bills and various coupons were glanced over quickly before his eyes returned to the stiff postcard. The other mail was inelegantly dropped on the kitchen counter. Sero’s eyes scanned the delicate writing as he rummaged his kitchen for a drink. The handwriting was rushed and messy, but still a softer hand than his own.  

It had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, signing up for an anonymous penpal. He had been passing through a stationery store on his way home from patrol, preferring the calm walk home instead of flying above as he did for work. It allowed him to leave a lot of the tension of his job outside of his home as he watched the calm masses meander through the streets in the dying light. He had passed the shop many times before. There was just something that pulled to the shopfront that day. The scent of wooden pencils and lightly perfumed paper leaked out onto the streets, likely from the kiosk placed in front of the encompassing window. He knew it was a ploy to get more out of a dying business, selling a penpal package with bundled paper, envelopes, stamps, and a single postcard. There were spaces to fill out his information, and all letters would be sent through the shop. It had been tempting at the time, the opportunity to talk to someone who didn’t know his hero persona.

Kirishima x reader 

Fluff

summery ; you come home quite drunk and Kirishima takes care of you

You drunkenly stumbled into you and your fiance’s shared penthouse apartment. Your best friend Mina on facetime making sure you got home safe and sound. You giggled and laughed at your own clumsiness as you almost tripped over your own feet as you went to slide off your heels.

“Be safe, okay, Y/n,” Mina hiccuped from your phone. , She was already home sat in front of her TV  a tub of ice cream in hand. You nodded sending her a kissy face before hanging up. You found it strange Kirishima wasn’t there to greet you, and there wasn’t noise that you could pick up on. Granted, your hearing was very impaired at the moment from the loud music from the club you and Mina had gone to that night.

“Baby?” You called out, with no response back.

“Eijiro?” You tried again with no response. Your intoxicated brain had produced numerous amount of scenarios. You drunkenly stumbled into the kitchen, tear ducts fully loaded and prepared.

“Kirishima!” You yelled one last attempt before you’d start crying immediately. There was a loud sound of something falling from upstairs and running. You turned around, waddling to the base of the stairs to find your shirtless boyfriend, his gaming headphones were around his neck. His eyes sparkled when he laid eyes on you, his lips curling to a smile. He practically jumped towards you, engulfing you in a giant hug.

“Babygirl, I missed you. I had my headphones on, I sorry I didn’t hear you-” as soon as Kirishima saw your face, his mood changed in an instant to full-on worried. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

You hiccuped, “I thought you weft me.” His eyes softened as he wrapped his big defined arms around you. He could tell that you were drunk; you tended to babytalk when you were drunk. You looked up at him with a pouty lip.

“Never,” was all he said before kissing your forehead lightly, enough to turn you back into a giggly mess. He took you in his arms bridal style, carrying you up the stairs into your room. As soon as he stepped foot into the second floor, you lept out of his arms running towards your bed, wanting to bury yourself under your silk duvet. Kirishima followed right behind, watching your way to you guys bed. You jumped into the large king-sized bed happily.

“Look, Kiri, I’m making snow angels.” You giggled, moving your arms and legs all over the sheets. Kirishima stood at the doorway, chuckling, amused at your childlike behavior. He watched you snuggle up against his pillow, inhaling his addictive scent.

“My boyfriend smells so good.” You practically moaned, taking in his smell. You hadn’t noticed Kirishima had left the room until he came back and stood right next to you, a packet in his hands. They were your makeup wipes, “What are you doing, sir?” You asked him pretending not to know who he was

“I’m taking your makeup off Y/n; I know how you hate sleeping with it on.” He explained couching down so you were eye level with one another. He gave you his adorable sharp toothy grin, causing what felt like a zoo to erupt in your stomach. The cool cloth pressed against your warm skin.

“No, only my fiance Eijiro can touch me, mister.” You scolded slapping away his hand. Kirishima found this playful side of you adorable, he loved your goofiness.

“Baby girl it’s me, Eijiro. Your man.” He started to wipe off your makeup gently causing you to smile widely.

“Yay, I wuv you, Eiji.”

“And I wuv you more y/n.” He mimicked your cute baby voice. You relaxed more into his touch as he finished delicately wiping off all your makeup.

“There’s my gorgeous fiance.” He grinned, throwing looking down at your bare face. Kirishima helped you remove your pink minidress and got you dressed into one of his more comfortable tee shirts. They were huge on you, falling to your mid-thighs.

He thought you were so beautiful all dolled up in makeup and dressed all fancy, but nothing was better than this. You bare-faced in his clothing smiling brightly at him.  He leaned down to place a kiss onto your lips. You tasted so good, the taste of cherry lip balm lingered on his lips after he pulled away, he just had to go in for another kiss, and another, and another. He was peppering your face with kisses. His headphones tossed to the side as he cuddled up with you. You laid out, head on his chest, his arms around your waist.

“I wuv you, baby.”