Mha Oneshots [Bnha]

[Katsuki Bakugou x Female! Reader] Lipstick stains

Thank you MikayaHi for the idea <3

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"Ah, shit."

You look down at the empty lipstick, pursing your lips in annoyance. It was your favorite shade, and you had just run out, meaning you'd have to replace it. With a sigh, you slap on some clear lip gloss and head out of your room.

"I'll be back," you say to your boyfriend in passing, grabbing your handbag from the table where you had previously left it.

"Where you headed?" Katsuki asks, looking up from his phone in curiosity.

"I ran out of lipstick," you admit, making your way to the front door to put your shoes on. "I'm just going to make a quick run to the store to get a new one."

"At least get a different shade this time," Katsuki calls from behind you. "The one you had was ugly as shit."

You whip your head around, dropping your shoes before marching back to the couch to glare down at the blonde, who had gone back to looking at his phone. Upon noticing your stare, Katsuki's gaze drifts up to you again, and his brows draw together in a frown.

"What?" He grunts.

"Don't act like you don't know," you scold, crossing your arms across your chest and deepening your scowl. "That's my favorite shade you're insulting."

Katsuki's frown turns to a glare as well, and he shuts his phone off, tossing it to the side as he folds his own arms across his chest, mirroring your pose. "I'm not taking it back," he informs. "Ugly is ugly."

You resist the urge to punch him in the face, reminding yourself that he wasn't being mean on purpose. You do narrow your eyes at him, though. Silently communicating your rage.

Then, suddenly, an idea pops into your head, and you uncross your arms, letting them drop to your side. Katsuki picks up on your sudden shift in moods, and you can see him pull a grimace, knowing he was about to be pulled along for a ride he did not want to be apart of.

"If you hate the shade so much," you start, letting your lips spread into a smirk. "Then how about you tag along and pick one out for me?"

Katsuki lets out a pained groan, throwing his head back against the couch. "No way."

"Come on," you say decidedly, grabbing ahold of his wrist and hauling him to his feet. "Be a good boyfriend for once."

Katsuki makes an offended noise. "Fuck you. I'm a great boyfriend."

And that was all it took to get him out the door with you.

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"How am I supposed to pick a shade when I don't know what it looks like?" Katsuki questions, watching you present him with several options.

"What do you mean?" You ask in confusion, holding a lipstick up to explain. "The color is literally right here on the bottom."

Katsuki makes a show of rolling his eyes and folding his arms across his chest, staring at you like you're an imbecile. "I mean," he grits out, narrowing his eyes at you. "How can I pick a shade when I don't know if it looks good on you or not?"

You let out a quiet 'Ohh' of understanding, bringing the shades closer to you again to examine the options.

"You could have just asked me to put them on, you know?" You say, smiling at yourself in the mirror when Kastuki's anger flares up behind you again.

When you've applied the lipstick to your lips, you spin around to show it off to the blonde, quirking your brows in the question, 'What do you think?'

Katsuki makes a face, scrunching his nose in consideration before he shakes his head, 'no.'

You sigh and dig a wet wipe out of your bag to wipe the lipstick off of your lips. Then, you pick out the next shade and put it on, smacking your lips before showing it off to your boyfriend.

"No," he says almost immediately. "That one looks even worse."

You shoot him an unamused look. "Seriously?"

The blonde shrugs, tilting his head to the side as he says, "You wanted me to be honest."

You purse your lips in irritation, thinking of a way you can get the blonde back for his pickiness. When you get an idea, your eyes light up, once again alerting Katsuki that he was in for a ride, whether he liked it or not.

"How about I see what it looks like on you, hmm?" You question, and Katsuki's eyes shoot open in response as you start to approach him in slow, almost predatory steps.

"Fuck no," he protests, holding a finger up in warning. "You are not putting that shit on my lips."

Your smile widens in response, and you keep stalking closer to the blonde, sidestepping him once, twice, before slinging your arms around his neck and placing a fierce kiss onto his cheek.

You let go of his neck, grinning in triumph as Katsuki stands there, stiff as a board.

"Yeah, you're right," you say, turning around and wiping the lipstick off of your lips again. "That shade is pretty ugly."

The blonde doesn't utter a word when you spin around to show him the next shade, still stunned from your earlier actions.

"What about this one, Kats?" You question, getting no response except for a strangled noise from the back of his throat.

"Let's see if I like it on you," you say, placing another kiss on Katsuki's opposite cheek, finally shocking the blonde back into motion.

"That one's ugly too," he says, and you don't miss the blush that creeps onto his cheeks, slightly hidden by the pink and red lipstick marks you left.

"Really?" You prompt, letting out a giggle at his flustered state. "I think this one's rather nice on you."

Getting no answer apart from a click of the tongue, you spin around and wipe your lips for the third time, putting on the next shade.

"How's this one?" You ask as your eyes leave the mirror. When you turn around, you're surprised to find that Katsuki is no longer a few steps away and is now standing almost on top of you, looming over your form with a smirk plastered on his face.

"It's perfect," he breathes before bending down and capturing your painted lips with his own.

A short but breathtaking kiss later, Katsuki pulls away with lipstick on his lips identical to your own, smiling down at you with affection flashing through his crimson gaze.

"Great," you whisper, still breathless from the kiss. "I'll get this one then."

"Damn right," Katsuki says, creating some space between the two of you as he takes a step back. "Now give me that wet wipe."

You chuckle, handing it over and watching as Katsuki starts furiously wiping at his face to get the lipstick marks off.

"Good?" He asks when he's done, looking at you for approval.

Your eyes widen before you quickly inspect the label of the lipstick you're holding. You bring a hand up to cover your mouth, looking back up at Katsuki with an apologetic gaze.

"What?" He questions, brows furrowing expectantly for when you drop the bombshell that has you looking so worried on him.

"Katsuki. I am so sorry," you say, unable to hold back your laugh when Katsuki grabs the lipstick from your hand and inspects the label for himself.

"IT'S FUCKING TINTED!?"

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In the end, you got a new favorite shade of lipstick, and Katsuki... Well. Katsuki got some very positive feedback from the civilians he passed on patrol the next day.