SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) after practically begging for you to go on a date with him, bakugou katsuki is still yet to ask you out on one so you ask him to fix your car.
WARNINGS: prohero!bkg, mechanic bakugou debut, oral (m receiving), kissing, yn praise kink, flirting, groping, teasing, these guys liiiiiike each other, bkg glasses, bkg jealous
NOTES: if there's typos ignore that, i'll sort it later :) hope everyone enjoys and leave a comment they are so fun to read!! also i never write yn giving head because i do not gaf but it fit here..... also this was longer than expected lol idk what happens. thank u @hexquirk for your idea! i remixed it!
PART 5 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART 7
You: are you free? my cars just broken down and i remembered you know a little about cars
katsuki: Your red beetle?
katsuki: Baby I could've told you that thing was gonna die
You: shut up katsuki
katsuki: Send your location Iāll come save you
this fucking red beetle is going to be the death of you. you sound like bakugou, you feel like him after someone just insulted his technique and leadership skills. you twist your key again and again, just to hear your car make a painful crack then wheeze like an untied balloon wizzing around your head.Ā
you sigh, then scream, resting your head on the wheel of your car. āfuck. fucking flying fucking fuck.āĀ
your car, which you just took out of the shop three days ago, has died on you. youāre almost sure of it, when not even a flicker of light glows in your dashboard and shit, smoke is steaming from the bonnet.Ā
at least you've broken down on an empty road, no other car around and to walk to a spot with people will be about thirty minutes. fuck. though the walk is doable, it is not something you want to do after arguing with a toddler all morning and having an intense shift the day before.
what you could do is call your baby father. the same one who said he was going to take you out on a date but is yet to mention anything about it. you feel like banging your head on a wall, the temptation to ask him when this date he so wanted to happen, will happen. though like you tell kenji, youāre practicing your patience. maybe you can push forward seeing him, cheating by texting him for help because he does know about cars and your dadās on a trip and your uncle⦠he probably could help you but bakugou katsuki. youād rather see him.
your fingers pad across your phone, feeling like a mastermind using this as an excuse to see him. itās not even an excuse! your car is broken. you eye the smoke steaming. you press send.
a few texts bounce back and forth between you both. you even roll your eyes over his texts but that doesnāt mean a grin doesnāt sneak up on your cheeks at the same time. it feels like your crush is blooming inside you, your heart flipping in your chest at the sight of a virtual baby. you close your eyes, when the hell is he going to ask you on a date, some proper alone time?
the deep smooth rumble tells you all you need to know. you fight the urge to do a little squeal and jump, swoon at the sight of his black porsche coming into view as you lean against your red car. you wipe your palms against your shorts, why the hell are you sweaty over seeing him again? the sun blasts down on you, prickling your skin with heat and youāre grateful for your outfit choice today. tank top and jean shorts, though you wish you brought your sunglasses. nerves shake through your veins just knowing heās about to appear and you check your appearance in the wing mirror.
then the car slides to a stop, the emblem logo glistening at you, almost laughing at your busted little car. the explosive hero hops out, long thick legs in black basketball shorts, a white compression top and these nerdy rectangular framed glasses. itās the glasses that make you bite down on your lip as he slams the driverās door shut and rakes his hand through his hair. he looks as if heās in a cologne advert or a car one, scanning the scene before landing on you. the left corner of his lips quirk up and heās laughing. a quick breezy one that only makes you more enamoured by him.
youāre becoming a soppy mess.
āwhy did i even call you?ā
he circles around his vehicle to get to you and the way he stares at you⦠you feel gorgeous. a cocky grin, eyes flicking to the top to bottom of you. itās obvious, he likes what he sees.Ā
āyouāre supposed to say hello my sex god baby daddy,ā
two hands grip your waist tightly, pressing you up against your car and looking down at you. heās overwhelming, the smell of his caramel sweat on this hot day, his larger body looming over you. heās got stubble brushed across his face again and itās true, he does look like pure sex.Ā
ānobody says sex god.ā
bakugou pecks you like he couldnāt help it, your glossed lips over his moisturised ones. your arms link around his neck, then another peck. he smells good, a strong expensive musky cologne that makes you want to wrap your leg around his waist.
āyeah because they havenāt met me yet.āĀ
bakugou acts like he hasnāt seen you in months, kissing down your neck and you donāt fight him off, simply stretching so heās got more space. he focuses on the junction between your neck and shoulder, you swear you hear him inhale.
āyou smell so fuckinā good.ā
a giggle bubbles from your lips, āi like your glasses. theyāre sexy.ā
katsuki pauses the kisses on your neck, then stands up straight. his head blocks the sun from beaming down on you but it casts a blonde halo through the tips of his hair. of course he has to look angelic, with his plush lips and⦠is he insecure?Ā
bakugou reaches for his glasses, like heās checking theyāre actually there, āfuck. forgot i left them on. was readinā contracts in the office.ā
you donāt respond how he expects, it barely looks like youāre even registering what heās saying. your hand flies up to his wrist, ākeep them on. you look like clark kent, nerdy and sexy.ā
living in a country full of superheroes, being one himself, you had to compare him to a fictional one. bakugou scoffs, ādonāt compare me to an alien, iām so much stronger. could kill him with aā,ā
you couldnāt care less, pressing your lips to his again and bakugou easily takes control. hips pressing you into your car door so you can feel him hardening against your stomach. he even cocks your leg up so heās in position to grind into you, a large hand sneaking up your vest.
thatās when youāve got to stop, pushing him off you abruptly and bakugou is the embodiment of aroused, youāre sure you look it too. āwe arenāt having sex on the side of the road.ā
bakugou chuckles, loud and boyish. you feel his eyes linger on the hem of your vest, slightly shuffled up to reveal your waist and navel. it would be so easy to unpop the button to your little denim shorts.
āwe arenāt?āĀ
bakugou isnāt like this usually. heās never all over women, desperate to touch them as soon as heās laid eyes on them. he prefers to be private, in a hotel or his bedroom and never mention it again. he never feels pinches of excitement when he gets texts or so eager to abandon his work just to see one. heās definitely never been so attracted to someone heās willing to tease them outdoors on the side of a road but youāre looking at him the same way he is looking at you, like you want him desperately. thereās a layer of sweat on your forehead from the heat, your eyes are half lidded and shiny, he wants to shove you in your car, his car, see your eyes roll back and moan.
āno! you need to look at my car, katsuki.ā
bakugou rolls his eyes, he has people to look at his car, he doesnāt really know too much about them aside from the basics. but if a pretty woman asks for assistance heās not saying no.
he rounds to the front of your car, āis kenj at nursery?ā
āyup. he was having a tantrum this morning about wanting to wear his orange crocs till he remembered they were at yours.ā
you stand with your arms crossed as bakugou opens your car bonnet, wafting his hands to rid the smoke.
āi did ask him if he wanted to bring them to yours and he said no. iāll just stuff them in his bag next time.ā
you hum in agreement, transfixed by your baby fatherās nose scrunched as he stares at your engine. he pushes his glasses up his nose bridge with his knuckle, then looks over at you and grins, āyou look gorgeous. didnāt say that before.ā
āyou didnāt have to say it, you were all over me.ā you scoff, though you soften under his gaze, āthanks. whatās the car saying?ā
āyour exhaust is busted again. and thereās a leak back here.ā then he stands, giving you a once over, āi think your shitbox is dead though i can try sort the leak. i have a tool box in my car.ā
you smile at him, gold necklace glittering around your neck and bakugou feels a breath halt in his throat. he wasnāt lying, you are gorgeous, beautiful, you texted him for help. āthank you! iāll call car repairs for them to pick her up. i think sheās still worth saving.ā
bakugou rolls his eyes adoringly, walking over to his car boot. āwishful thinkinā, sweetheart.ā
staring at your baby daddy tinkering with something in your car, has to be covered under soft core porn. he wipes the sweat off his forehead, slaps your ass when you walk by. he keeps having to adjust his glasses from leaning down and now he has a streak of dirt across his cheek. youāre useless at this moment, arms behind your back, pretending to be helpful and looking in the engine but you honestly canāt tell who from what.Ā
ādo you want some water? iāve got a spare bottle inside?ā
bakugou hums, āif you donāt mind, baby.ā
you open your car door to grab it, throwing it over to him and he catches with ease. he drinks like he hasnāt for days, his adamās apple bobbing with every swallow and heās got the nerve to look at you as he does it. itās like a competition with himself, how fast he finishes it, scrunching the plastic in a single hand. itās the scars along his arm that really catch your eye, the pink skin tissue wrapped around him like ribbon. itās so pretty, a reminder of his strength of who he is.
āyouāre so dramatic,ā you whisper, though it doesnāt come out with as much sass as you intended. bakugou wipes across his mouth with the back of his hand.
his smirk is wicked, āonly ācause youāre watchinā me.ā
you tap your foot waiting for him to finish with your car, scrolling through your phone, eyeing his chunky bicep in the thin white fabric. you feel electric when he huffs in completion, āām done. the leaks stopped though best you call them now to come get it. iāll drop you to wherever you were going, then i gotta go back to work.ā
you pout childishly at that, silly to assume he can drop his whole day for you. you step over to him, hand flat on his chest, āthanks for helping me out.ā you flicker your eyes up at him, āi really appreciate it.āĀ
āyeah?ā obsessed doesnāt cut it for bakugou. a grubby hand lands on your hip and heās feels nervous when you eye him like this. your calculated touches and lingers to get him to do what you want, and fuck, heās going to do it.Ā
you nod softly, sliding your hand down his chest and brushing your fingers against his crotch. āiāll just call them, only be a minute.ā
bakugou doesnāt move away whilst youāre on the phone. he leans against your car, pulling you between his legs by your jean belt loops and follows your lips with every word you make. he wants you to be his girlfriend, he wants to be your first call. you laugh over the phone, āyeah, i had someone help with theā¦.āĀ
you look at him for the answer.
āexhaust box,ā bakugou says, hand trailing down to rest on your ass. he doesnāt like being called someone, thereās so much more between you two. at least your baby daddy. he curses under his breath.
youāre even able to woo people with your voice, that fucker on the other end keeping you on the call for longer than needed. bakugou pulls you in closer so you focus on him again. you tilt your head in silent questioning but he doesnāt let anything go, frowning slightly as he starts to kiss along your jaw, palm on your bare waist.
your breath hitches immediately, leaning all your body weight onto him.
āokay, okay, iāll see you soon. thanks⦠yep thanks!ā youāre quick to hang up, stuffing your phone in your back pocket.
āget inside the car,ā you order, managing to make your voice sound somewhat authoritative as bakugou untangles from you.Ā
āyes, baby,ā he grins, climbing into the backseat of your little car. you climb in after, grabbing his head to slam his lips onto yours as soon as your knee presses into the seat cushion. bakugou mumbles against you, āthereās more space in my car.ā
you notice how his arm is pressed against kenjiās car seat, his knee is jabbing the back of the drivers seat and if heās not careful, his head will knock on the ceiling. still, you pout, āyouāve got a car seat too!ā
āyeah and thereās still more space, baby.āĀ
your car is smaller, but you like it, such close quarters with this massive man. he looks even bigger than usual, overgrown limbs and muscled chest. he can barely stretch his arms out, not needing to bend his elbows to touch both sides. you pick up kenjiās seat and you place it in the front passenger seat.Ā
āthere. more space,ā you mumble, not giving him time to reply because youāve got your leg across his lap and bakugou adjusts easily, pushing you back down on the seat to rest his forearms by your head.
heās never seen you like this, had you like this. usually, itās him coming onto you, him flirting his way to get a pretty smile from you or looking up your skirt just so you think about him. last time you spoke in the coffee shop, you were still nervous about dating but now youāve horny and smothering him, bakugou can barely keep track. it makes him harden under his shorts as you climb him like a gym, hands running down his arms, fingers through his hair, a little tug. bakugou wants to take his glasses off so itās easier to kiss you but you said you liked them, so heās willing to struggle for the moment.
āiām too fuckinā big for this shit,ā he mumbles, but youāre looking at him eager and excited and heās not about to deny you now. until he unbuttons your jeans and you deny him.
āwait. youāre not touching me with your grubby hands,ā as much as youād love him too, the black grime and grease from your engine is seriously putting you off.
āfuck,ā bakugou grunts, looking at his palms and grimacing at the dirt all over. why is there always something between you both? you grab him by the collar of his top for another kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and youāre moaning into his mouth. bakugou doesnāt realise youāre slowly pushing him up until heās up against the seat, hands taped to your waist.
āactually,ā and bakugou listens. hanging onto every word you say. āi wanted to do this last time⦠before you were annoying.ā
bakugouās cheeks flush red, a mixture of his embarrassment and you, you, getting on your knees and slotting yourself between his legs. youāre smiling, a happy little one as your hands run down his tanned thighs in his basketball shorts. it should be him on his knees for you, with your thighs muffling his ears and you on his tongue.Ā
āyouāre gonna be the death of me, yāknow?ā bakugou grumbles and if you didnāt know him youād think he was irritated. maybe he is a little because heād do anything for you if you asked and once you figure that out itās game over. āyou donāt have to do that.ā
ābut i want to. i really want to see you come.ā
bakugou releases a low fuck as you shuffle down his shorts, just enough to pull out his cock. itās the look on your face that gets him. youāre excited with your flared eyes, almost too excited as you bite the inside of your cheek.Ā
to you, this is the first time youāve ever seen bakugou like this. the first time you had sex, it was rushed, the room was dark and you touched him but didnāt actually see him. now, outdoors and midday you can see everything. the slight lean to the right, his reddened mushroom head and thick veins trailing from bottom to top like a tree branch. bakugou was thick, hefty. exactly like you thought heād be.
āstop fuckinā lookinā like that,ā he grunts and heās about to touch himself, just a stroke but you slap his hand away.
you can see him twitch from that, a few droplets of pre beading out.
ālike what?ā you grip the base of his cock and the man rumbles, a deep inhale that has him leaning into your grip.
āso fuckinā excited,ā heās staring at you through half lidded eyes, a palm stroking your cheek softly. he needs to play his cards right with you. he needs to get you right.
you roll your eyes, sitting up on your knees to neatly spit on his head. āwhat the fuck, baby?ā he practically studies your pursed lips, the glob of spit the lands on him and he thinks he could come just from how satisfied you look. lightly wiping your mouth and using your spit to stroke him. your wrist flicks up and gown, creating a smooth rhythm that rings through his body.
āyou should be nice to me, āki.ā
āyouāre throwinā out all the big guns callinā me that.ā
you squeeze him in your curled hands, just to see him jolt, growl at you. āāki? dāyou like āki?ā
he chuckles like heās in pain, resting his forearm on his forehead. the sight makes you shuffle on your knees, a dull throb ringing in your clit. āiād love anythinā you call me. fuck, just like that, baby.ā
you bite down on your lip. you and praise go hand in hand. everything in you lights up, keeping your grip the same pressure, just how he likes.
āiām doing good, āki?ā
āperfect, baby. w-wasnāt expectinā this today.ā
neither were you. when you think heās as thick as heās going to get, you open your mouth, flatten your tongue and go down on your baby father. the saltiness from the pre makes you moan and that only causes katsuki to make a jumble of sounds, all positive. bakugou softly caresses your jaw and your lower half heats like a furnace, all ablaze and begging to be touched.
āyouāre so pretty like this. all for me, fuck,āĀ
the compliment only makes you want to impress him more, keeping your fist around him while you focus on his head. licking over his tip and sucking. bakugou looks as if heās reached his limit, reaching for your hand on his thigh and intertwining his fingers with yours. youāre not surprised he likes holding hands during head.
āif you keep doinā that, iām gonna come, baby. youāre doinā so good, wanna fuckinā keep you,ā he wants to say all types of shit, spill his biggest secrets when you have him like this. ask you to be his girlfriend, ask to move in with him, askā
you watch how his biceps tense, his abs and pectorals prominent through his thin shirt. his thighs are hard, all pent up energy as his hand drifts to the back of your neck and back to under your jaw.
ācāmon pretty girl, fuck, youāre soā,ā
bakugou squeezes your hand tightly before he comes down your throat. he grits his teeth as he does, a rough beastly grunt like its all too overwhelming, staring down at you staring up at him. you take it all, the corner of your eyes watering from lack of air.Ā
itās the power that turns you on, the ability to turn one of the strongest men in the world to an exhausted lump in your car. youāre not surprised to see heās still hard after, pulling you from the ground to sit beside him and slamming his lips to yours.
he can taste himself on your tongue but heās too carried away to think about anything but you. he pushes you against the car door, slotting between your open legs as you hold his head so heās unable to leave. you both are a sweaty mess, windows blurred with condensation but the only thing you can think about doing right now is fucking him. feeling him slide into you and filling you up.
until thereās a knock on your window, one that causes you to scream into bakugouās mouth and bakugou pulls off you with a, āhah?ā
your chest is heaving, breasts in bakugouās face with every breath. āoh shit, i forgot the car guys are coming.ā you wipe at your eyes, blinking your raging hormones away, ādāyou think they saw meāā
bakugou shakes his head, kissing your forehead and tucking himself away in his underwear. thereās no chance they saw him with his dick out, he was practically stuck to you.
ānah baby, i woulda heard if they pulled up earlier and the windows were foggedāĀ
he adjusts his glasses on his nose, pulls up your vest where a breast was about to fall out. ādāyou want me to talk to them?ā
you give him a shy nod, āgive me two seconds.ā
you fix your hair when bakugou slides out and youĀ listen to their conversation outside. you laugh behind your palm, youāve never done anything in a car before besides kissing. definitely not during the day with the chance of being caught. fuck, you hope he didnāt see anything.
when you finally hop out, bakugouās standing with his arms crossed watching the mechanic look at your engine. he relaxes at the sight of you, bumping you slightly with his side when you stand beside him.
āhe didnāt see anything, did he?ā
bakugou shakes his head, ānah. he apologised for takinā so long when we couldnāt turn the air con on in this heat.ā
he slings an arm around your shoulder, looking ahead, āi know youāve been wonderinā why i havenāt asked you on a date yet.ā
you glare up at him, āyou think?ā
bakugou grins pulling out an envelope from his shorts pocket, āitās a bit creased from us fuckinā around butā,ā
bakugouās ugly chicken scrawl is on the front, your name in a black ballpoint pen. āwhat is it?ā you ask, snatching it from his hand.
āso i know itās not gonna exactly be alone time b-but i thought youād enjoy it. i was waitinā for the invitations to come out to ask you to be my plus one.ā
you rip open the envelope, surprised to see a red and gold themed invitation. your name in gold cursive, hero gala, this weekend, charity, formal.
you gasp, fighting the urge to jump in your spot, āiām your plus one to a hero gala? this is like those princess ball events!ā
bakugou feels like a weight has lifted off his shoulders, thank fuck he asked you. āi usually hate these events, always try and get outta them but i know you like dressinā up and itās for a good cause.ā
then you read the invite again, slower this time to find the words, charity for disadvantaged children. āis this because of the day i cried? about work?ā
bakugou nods, trying to read your expression, āyeah, thought youād actually be interested in talkinā to the people there and people are gonna wanna talk to you, seeinā as you do just as much as us heroes do.ā
āyouāre crazy, bakugou katsuki,ā you grin, jabbing his chest.Ā
of course, heād do something like this for your first date. have it be luxurious and meaningful, something you would have done without all the glitz and the glamour.
āso are you cominā? is that okay?ā heās squeezing you to him with your neck in the crook of his elbow, looking down at you to finally gather your thoughts. āour next date will be just us, promise.ā
youāre nodding before he finishes his sentence, āyeah, yes. this is really cool, iām looking forward to it.ā
bakugou grins, kissing you cheek, āgood.ā then he eyes the mechanic surrounded by multiple tool boxes, his legs practically dangling out of your car, āi bet you heās gonna say the same shit i said. your carās going in the dump, sweetheart.ā
you slap his chest, ādonāt say that! wishful thinking!ā
āiāll just buy you a new one.ā
ādo not do that, katsuki.ā
āwhat if i say itās for kenji?ā
ākenji canāt driveā,ā
āhey dynamight, miss yn,ā the mechanic stumbles over, a man the same age as you and bakugou, midnight black hair and freckles. you donāt miss how he stares at you, longer than necessary then he looks to bakugou to talk about your car. āso iām sorry to say iām probably going to have to take it to the shopā,ā
ātalk to yn, itās her car,ā bakugou says in a grunt. you do a closed lipped smile at the guy and he blushes, a burgundy red flooding his cheeks. bakugou doesnāt try to hide his muttered, āfuck sake.ā
āsorry, itās because i was talking to you first⦠sorry. so iām going to have to take your car to the shop, to see if i can find extra parts to fix it but itās looking likely weāre going to have to dump it. iām not sure how it even lasted this long.ā
you pout at your little red car, hands holding bakugouās forearm on your shoulder. youāve had it for years, the first car youāve driven kenji in, getting it probably third-hand online off of a second hand site. youāre going to miss her.
āoh okay. thank you for all your help, iāll stay in contact,ā you nod, you wonāt admit it to bakugou, but you knew it was her time. āiāll just take out my stuff and you can take her.ā
bakugou helps to bring kenjiās car seat into his car, along with your bag, spare car blanket and any other bits and bobs you had lying around.Ā
āhe wanted you. fuckinā idiot. should have blasted him into next week,ā despite carrying everything your car carried, bakugou still managed to open your car door, waiting for you to sit and slamming it behind you.
when he finally settles in the driver's seat, you watch your car roll away, attached to the mechanicās truck. āhe was cute.ā
āhah? what the fuhā,ā
you hold your baby fatherās jaw with your thumb and pointer finger, amused at how quickly his face can go from beautiful to scrunched up and annoyed.
āiām joking. not as cute as you in those glasses.ā
now itās bakugouās turn for all the blood in his body to rise to his cheeks, looking away from you despite you holding him. you really love this seven oāclock shadow, the prickle beneath your fingers.
before he has a chance to reply verbally, your eyes light up in remembrance.
āiām going to have to ask your mum to look after kenji this weekend. my mumās on a city break,ā then you grin slightly, tomfoolery brewing inside of you. bakugou kisses your palm, starting his car, āthis why you donāt date your baby father, i usually leave him with you when i go on dates.ā
he swings his head to glare at you, āwhy are you insisinā on botherinā me? should have had our date at a farm and iād leave you there.ā
you giggle and bakugouās hand finds your thigh as he begins to drive, āwhere am i takinā you? i already know the agency is blowinā up my phone.ā
you huff, sue you for wanting to spend more time with him, ājust take me home, i had a hair appointment originally but i rescheduled it. you sure i canāt interest you in perhaps, coming back home with me, laying in bed⦠perhaps naked?ā
he grips your bare thigh tightly, taking his eyes off the road for a second to glance at you, āwho knew youād be such a menace? i fuckinā wish i could but i swear next time iām gonna have you over my knee.ā
your eyes widen, ākatsuki!āĀ
youād enjoy that, a lot actually.
ābut thank you for earlier, i really fuckinā enjoyed that. i hate leavinā you like this.ā
untouched, unsatisfied but you shake your head, āyou donāt have to thank me for that. itās sweet you think you do but next time.ā
your last two words make the tension visible in the car, a hot bubble youāre both trapped in. bakugou sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and stares over at yours, āyeah baby, next time.ā
katsuki: If you do want a new dress send me it and Iāll buy it for you
katsuki: Donāt buy one yourselfĀ
You: noooo itās fine i already have one i havenāt worn yet
katsuki: Canāt wait to see you baby gonna be so fucking prettyĀ
katsuki: Also my mum can look after Kenj
katsuki: Sheās gonna ask so many fucking questionsĀ
PART 4 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / SOMETHING ELSE
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SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT IS MISSING IN ACTION
WARNINGS: minors dni, 18+. big three (fluff, angst, smut). yn thinks bkg is dead, lots of feelings, drinking, oral (f receiving), dry humping, breast foreplay, kissing, dirty talk, swearing
NOTES: play mia by katseyeā¦. but itās yn thatās going mia LOL throws a newspaper in the town square. FINE!!! HERE!!! FEELINGS AND YN SITS ON HIS FACE!!!!
PART 3 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART 5
katsuki: I wonāt be able to pick up Kenji tonight or tomorrow from school
katsuki: The mission is going on longer than expected and we keep going in and out of service. Iāll make it up to him with a long weekend sleepoverĀ
katsuki: Sorry if I ruined your plans too
You: no problem it canāt be helped. hope youāre okay!!
this conversation happened three days ago and your message was yet to be read. bakugou katsuki, also known as pro hero dynamight, also known as your baby father, has been on long trips before. within the time youāve known him heās been on a two week trip to north america a few weeks ago, a three week trip to asia a few months after kenji was born and a five day trip to africa. the difference was that during these trips, bakugou messaged you. asking about kenji, replying to the photos you sent of him. every time he gave a date, heād be back on the dot to pick up kenji. this is the first time he hasnāt replied and missed the day he said.
a shaky exhale leaves your lips as you lay back on your sofa, glass of red wine swirling in your hand. if it wasnāt for the fact he was the number one pro hero, you would have filed a police report that he was missing. this is the murky area of not really being close with your baby father. you donāt have any inside help from his agency, you donāt have his friendās numbers⦠you have his parents but theyād know as much as you and he did say that he keeps going in and out of service.
it doesnāt matter because your brain keeps swinging back to the possibility that bakugou katsuki is dead. that your child is going to grow up without a father, that youāll never have the chance to kiss him again and during your next shift at the hospital, itās going to be him rolling in on a stretcher.
you hadnāt bothered to turn the lights on in the living room after putting kenji to bed. youāve got some time to yourself after your shift and you can only spend this time ruminating on the multiple possibilities. youāve got the television on at low volume just for something in the background and you use the light to locate your wine glass.Ā
you know itās the alcohol, the second glass of wine thatās making you think of all your regrets with the man. but still as you sit here, you donāt know the answers. what if you date and you find out youāre not compatible? what if bakugou doesnt even want to date? you arenāt in the position to have flings with kenji around. what if you get kenji used to the feeling of daddy around, in the house, waking up beside mummy and then heās gone. youāre not ready for a boyfriend, a partner, aā¦. you just know that kenji needs his father.
a week without anything from katsuki and kenji is starting to ask questions. heās missed swimming class because you work on the day bakugou usually takes him. the weekend sleepover that was planned never happened and every morning kenji wakes up with a pout as he drags his deku green bag across your kitchen like a pet snail.
āpapa today? i want to see papa,ā he mumbles, cheeks puffy, clutching a tuft of his own hair.
to prepare kenji for katsukiās long trips, the older would spend days in advance showing him photos of where heās going with a child friendly version as to why. kenji would sit on his lap and click through photos online, photos of his daddy in the country if heās been there before. would promise him a gift, answer all the questions his son has. heād give him the time period, note it on the calendar and you would too on the one youāve got at your house.
but the time you originally wrote was seven days ago and youāre still working out the right words to say to your son.
āpapaās still working on his trip, honey,ā you bend down to kenjiās height, because donāt you wanna see papa too, āheās working hard being big and brave for us! youāve got to be brave too waiting for him.ā
your sweet boy gives a small nod, āokay⦠miss himā¦. hope papa brings me a bear.ā
you laugh, kissing his forehead and standing up, āa bear?ā
kenji hums, āwe watch bear show! he says he will get one. for me.ā
youāve got no clue what he means here but it humours you all the same. you quickly pack his lunch in his bento, a gift from bakugouās family and slide it into his bag, āokay! maybe something smaller than that. remember granny is picking you up today.ā
nothing helps. not taking on extra shifts, making sure kenji spends his time with family, not the wine in the evenings and definitely not leaving the news on twenty four seven.
this is when your worst thought materialised before you, pictured on your television like you manifested it.
āDYNAMIGHT MISSING IN ACTIONā, the bottom of the screen reads, letters practically dancing. you turn up the volume for the news reader who sits safely in the studios, a desert pictured behind him, along with a frowning professional photo of your sonās father.
āpro hero dynamight is currently missing in action after being dispatched in west bravia last week. he was planned to face the water villain who is yet to go by any name. may we keep him in our thoughts and wish he gets back safely.ā
then the news continues as normal, news about heroes starting new programmes for children and the decrease in robberies. does nobody care? is nobody else worried? you throw back your red wine, thankful kenji is spending the night with his grandparents. he should never see you like this.
your doorbell rings, along with a knock. bakugouās mother would have texted you if she was bringing kenji back early. your friends are probably asleep and your family would have called. you have half the mind to ignore it, roll back into your blanket cocoon of grief but you have to get the next bottle of wine and the cookies in your kitchen.
the doorbell goes off again, three knocks in rapid succession against your door.
āwhat the fuck?ā you whisper, whipping off your blanket and stalking over. āsounding like the police with these knocksāā
the man from the tv, wheat blonde hair with ruby gemstone eyes who is supposed to be missing in action is currently found right outside your door. the smirk irritates you. the wayĀ he rakes his hand through his locks makes your eyeball twitch and the fact he smells freshly washed, like fucking sandalwood makes a growl brew down your throat.
āhey sweetheart, sorry for not textinā iā,ā
you know that strength they say mothers get for when their child is in danger or they have to carry multiple things at once including their child on the hip? apparently, itās also reserved for stupid, reckless baby fathers.
you grip the front of bakugouās khaki henley long sleeve and drag him into your apartment. he lets you do it, laughter bubbling out of him.
āwoah, woah, you missed me that much?āĀ
itās not until you push him back on your closed door that his smile slowly drops from the look on your face. anger doesnāt cover it, perhaps something akin to a raging fury blooms inside you at the sight of bakugou katsuki. your eyebrows are sharp, chest heavingā partly just from shock. your knuckles are clenched so hard that your palms might be bleeding.
āhow fucking dare you do this to us! what the fuck, katsuki! i thought you wereā¦,ā you exhale shakily, blinking more than needed, āi thought you wereā¦ā
āthought i was what?ā he asks and his voice is smooth, like fresh lake water down your throat. bakugou knows, he always fucking knows, his hand resting on your waist.
ādead,ā youāre proud of yourself for not crying because you already have today and the day before that. you think youāve run out of tears. āi thought you were dead katsuki.ā
he shakes his head softly and you notice the lack of product in his hair as a tendril falls between his eyes. his cooler hand from being outside burns your hot cheek.Ā
āitās gonna take a whole more than what i handled out there to kill me. you know iām the number one hero?ā
you shake his hand off your face but you step forward, your fist that holds his shirt now in between your breasts.Ā
āiām not playing with you right now. where were you then? why was the news saying you were m.i.a?ā
āthe fuck? our plane just broke down and we had no service out there to alert anyone. we had to figure it out ourselves. we fought the villain days ago,ā he squeezes your waist for reassurance and it only loosens your grip on his shirt, āiām fine nowā,ā
āwhy didnāt you text? call?ā
his arm wraps around your waist in a hug, holding you to him as he leans against your front door.
āphone broke. i smashed it on concrete. as soon as i got back i showered and came to see you and kenj. is he here?ā
bakugou already knows he isnāt. you wouldnāt let him touch you like this if he was, nor would you be drinking so blatantly.Ā
you shake your head softly, both your palms resting on his chest. the rage simmers through your bloodstream, only leaving the alcohol you drank earlier.
āat your mumās. heās missed you, youāve missed a lot.ā
āiāll make it up to him,ā bakugou says, biting down on his lip. you watch the action, white teeth deep in his pink skin until he lets go, āhow much have you drank?ā
āwhat? nothing!ā you squeak like heās going to get you in trouble. your hands slide up his chest and around his neck, fingers interlocking.
āsweetheartā¦,ā he dips down so his face is right beside yours. his sweet musky scent is strongest behind his ears. āi can smell the wine on your breath.ā
your eyes narrow though you donāt let go of him, neither does his arm around your waist.Ā
āiām allowed to drink after work. i also thought you were dead bare in mind.ā
āso you missed me then? tell me you did.ā
you huff, resting your forehead on his hard chest and closing your eyes. heās got you in the best spot, tender and drunk, able to say anything.Ā
āi think i did. iāve been thinking about you a lot recently.ā
āhmm, yeah?ā bakugou responds and he looks as if youāve offered him the hero of the year award. actually, he's won those multiple times now and you admitting that feels nothing like that. ājump for me.ā
āwhat?ā you mumble but bakugou scoops you up, his hands on your ass. naturally, your legs circle around his waist, your breasts right in his face. āiām not kenji, you donāt have to carry me.ā
āshut up and let me,ā bakugou grunts, easily yanking off his shoes and walking you to your living room where your blanket lays in a pile across your sofa. the television rumbles a hair removal advert. you cling onto him as he moves, loving the feeling of⦠him. alive and holding you.Ā
once bakugou deems the area tidy, moving your blanket, your phone and wine glass to the other side of the table, he sits on your sofa. your eyes widen at the position youāre in, straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips. he slouches in the cushion, a hand on each of your thighs.Ā
this is exactly how you got pregnant by this man, why you kissed him and dragged him into a random room two years ago. bakugou katsukiās wide chest that could supplement a mattress, his long ass eyelashes that have no business being on his face and his paw-like hands that feel like theyāre everywhere even when theyāre not moving. his eyes are half lidded as he gets comfortable, his focus staying on your face.Ā
ātell me what youāve been thinkinā about.ā
you sniff, hands back on his chest. you can feel every dip and curve of him. where else should your hands go?
āyou.ā
he chuckles, head leaning back on the sofa, āyeah, baby you said that. what about me?ā
you inhale a deep breath, fingers coming up to play with the buttons of his henley. khaki green is an insane combination with his blonde hair, his scarlet eyes. āwhat are you doing, katsuki?ā
āaskinā you a question. i missed you too. thought about you a fuck load.ā
that has you glancing up at him, āreally?ā
ādonāt play dumb. you know how i feel about you.ā
you chew your lip. sure⦠you know thereās sexual tension between you both. how youāre constantly touching, how heās always smiling with you. pet names are always thrown in conversation and he talks to you with the same softness he does with kenji. you havenāt seen him talk like this with his friends or colleagues.
bakugou holds your stare, refusing to take anything back. itās too intense, raw. so youāre back to looking at his buttons.
āwell i was thinking you were dead for a while. hated you for a bit because i had to have a kid with a pro hero who risks his body for the world. then i was pissed i didnāt know much about your friends or who i should contact about you,ā bakugou squeezes your thighs, pondering on what you say.
āiāll introduce you to my friends. send you their numbers if you want,ā his hands move to the fat of your hips as he drags you closer to him. any closer and youāre sitting on his crotch, āsorry about the job, baby. now iāve started i canāt quit.ā
you match his smile though it drops slightly. your index finger jabs the centre of his chest, āyou canāt die. for kenjiās sake.ā
āiām not gonna. no chance.ā
the pure confidence makes your whole body hum, has your hand sneaking up to curl around his neck. he lets you, leaning into your palm.Ā
āi thought about kissing you. more than i should.ā bakugouās eyes widen. fucking finally, something from you. admittance of something. āthought how i wouldāve regretted not having kissed you again since⦠since two years ago.ā
āthat is a long fuckinā time.ā he grunts, voice gravelly. he stares at your lips, your tongue swiping along the bottom.Ā
bakugouās all fidgety now, squeezing your hips, lifting his so you sit closer and closer to his crotch. both your hands slide up his neck to the side of his face holding him in position.Ā
kenjiās not here. the wine has your lower half abuzz, his hands cradle you and heās alive and gorgeous. you know he wants it, perhaps even more than you. bakugouās just waiting for the green flag, a go ahead. you might regret this but you were going to regret this is you didnāt and fuck, you just want to give in.
ādo i have to make the first move again?ā
thatās all it takes for bakugou to shove you onto his hardening cock and cup the back of your head to meet your lips with his. it starts as only a peck. his moisturised lips, something coconut flavoured with the remnants of wine on yours.Ā
as sweet as it is, pecking isnāt enough. one peck from him, turns to three before he groans, hand slipping to your jaw to carefully inch it open.Ā
āfuck baby,ā his lips brush against yours at every word and heat spreads between your legs, ābeen dreaminā about this shit.ā
you want to laugh, āitās just a kissā,ā
bakugou tilts his head and slides his tongue into your mouth. so⦠this is exactly what youāve been dreaming about. it feels delicious, neurons and electrons lighting up inside your brain in delight. he licks inside your mouth and the groan he makes along with his hand sneaking under your top makes you only open up wider. your mouth, your legs.Ā
thereās one gush of breath thatās being transferred between the both of you. he gently bites down on your bottom lip, sucking the flesh before tugging it with his teeth. itās not just a kiss with bakugou, its akin to animalistic, how he handles you like he needs you and heās been waiting. your breath is hot and you can taste the spearmint gum he probably chewed on the way here. you feel crazy, tilting your head the opposite way to him to suck on his tongue, it feels like youāre an inch away from eating him alive. every grunt he makes is paired with a squeeze of your waist, hip, thigh. every time you part for just a second of air, bakugou watches impatiently, already kissing you back to him.
your bodies shuffle against each other, in a rhythm that only sings between you both. your arms clutch around his neck in desperation, like he will up and go any second. you swear you donāt mean to but your hips begin to grind down on his crotch.
āfuck,ā bakugou moans, youāve got no bra on under your sweatshirt and the underside of your breast is so smooth under his fingertips. ācanāt believe we waited two fuckin years for this.ā
bakugouās talented, guiding your hips to press down on his cock. itās too much for you, him sucking on your tongue, fondling your breast and pinching your nipple. you duck out of the kiss, resting your head on his shoulder beginning to really press down on him.
āoh fuck katsuki,ā you moan, focused on chasing your high and thatās it, ātouch me, touch me more.ā
āyouāre fuckinā angelic, baby,āĀ
bakugou feels as if heās been dropped off at heaven for the evening. your strength when you pushed up against the door to you falling apart on his lap. you, the woman who he hasnāt stopped thinking about for two years. thereās still so much of you he needs to work out but heāll take anything he can get.
āwhere, baby?āĀ
you feel like a teenager dry humping bakugou like this but fuck, itās doing the job for now. your clit bumps against his slacks in your thin pyjama bottoms, the friction so sweet. pleasure hits you in soft waves, rolling through your veins.
āmy tits. shit, iām so hot right now,ā you whine, and bakugou will come in his underwear if you talk any more.
he tugs your sweatshirt over your head, throwing it on the seat beside him and he doesnāt spare a second before suctioning his lips over your left breast.
you sound close to tears, a bundle of nerves as you cry, whine and moan. you hold him at the nape of his neck to your chest. sweetness prickles through you as you arch into his wet mouth. your eyes roll to the back of your head when he sucks harder.
āwhy are you so good at this? you feel so⦠iām gonna come,āĀ
he moves to your next breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple and sucking. he rolls his thumb against the perked point of your left breast, āyouāre everything baby. take what you need from me. unbelievable iāve got you like this.ā
you might have to keep bakugou katsuki locked in your cupboard. you canāt let him do this to anyone else. itās as if heās just spewing his train of thoughts, letting you take a ride in his head. you hold onto his bicep which only tenses under your grip.
ālet me eat you after this. wanna taste your pussy,āĀ
you know bakugouās got a nasty mouth, he had one the first time you had sex but hearing it again, has your orgasm rippling through you. your hips move with one goal in mind and bakugou lets you use him however you want. fuck, youāre going to drive him insane.
you throw your head back, tits in his face as you cry for him. electricity sparks under your skin, delight spreading over you like cake batter in a tin.
āyou good, baby? gonna sit on my face?ā
you rest your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath, āshut up katsuki.ā
youāve just dry humped your baby daddy to completion and his cock is rock hard beneath you.Ā
ādonāt make me beg, sweetheart. i know youāre fuckinā soaked,ā he grunts like every word is painful, coated in need.
you lift up to look at him, his fingers hooking mindlessly in the waistband of your pyjama bottoms. he looks aroused out of his mind, cheeks flushed, chest heaving like he also came. his lips are bitten and raw all because of you and his ruby eyes look as if a shadow has been cast over them. he looks devilish, deific, he looks like heād drag you to paradise to commit filthy acts to you.
āi canāt sit on your face, thatās way too much.ā
ātoo much for who?ā he slurs. youāve got no underwear on either. itās like you knew he was going to touch you today. one hand sneaks to rub at your ass, his other sliding up your body to your breast, still wet with his spit.
but now your body heats for a whole other reason. āthatās too⦠intimate, katsuki.ā
āyou birthed my baby, yn.ā your heart leaps in your chest, āwe can try. let me taste you and we can stop if you donāt want more.ā
the fact he wants you this bad only turns you on. you donāt think youāve ever been this horny in your life. the combination of all the touches, the flirty conversations, the alcohol, the fact you thought he was dead.Ā
you want to test him.
āsay please.ā
bakugou lifts his head up, raising his eyebrows at you. āreally now?ā
you hum, placing your thumb on his lip and pulling it down to reveal his straight bottom set of teeth. he looks as if he wants to eat you alive. āsay please can you sit on my face?ā
you let go of his lip, focused on how it pops back into place and curves into a smirk. āfuck my life.ā but he continues, āyn, please can you put your sweet pussy on my face? let me eat you out till you cry my name?ā
you give him a strong nod in reply, giggles spilling behind your hand, ātake your top off.ā
like a good dog, he listens. grabbing his top from the back of his neck and throwing it right by your sweatshirt. you moan at the sight of his bare chest, hands drawn to his chest like magnets. āyouāre so sexyā,ā
bakugou chuckles, he cannot handle you, āitās not about me, baby.ā
he manhandles you in position, shifting his body to lay back on your sofa and dragging a cushion to rest his head upon. youāre still on his lap.
ātake those off and sit on me. cāmon now.ā
if anyone asks, you do it because he let you cry on him the other day and heās always so good at reading your emotions. that he always touches you so softly, heās always patient and waits for a sign before he starts anything. if anyone asks, you do it because your baby father has been so painfully attractive since the day you met him and you really, really want to feel his tongue.
you lift off him, refusing to break eye contact with his molten pupils. you shimmy out of your bottoms, completely naked before him though he only makes you feel sexy, perfect, like the only woman in the world. the grin the media complains they never see, takes over his face and you feel lucky to be on the opposite side of it.
āokay, iām going to justā¦ā
bakugou holds your thighs, adjusting you right over his face. you literally see his eyes roll back as you hold onto the arm rest before you. every thing about this is lewd, inappropriate, how he parts your pussy with his thumbs.
āi can fuckinā smell you. youāve leaked all over yourself.ā
thereās shine across your inner thighs and bakugou is unbearably rock hard.
āif you're gonna talk like thatā¦ā
you look down at him past your breasts, between your legs and everything you say is fruitless. heās still in control, even beneath you.Ā
āyouāre gonna do what, baby? you love this shit the same way i do,ā
two hands on your ass push and seat you right over his mouth. instantly, you moan at how close he is, how good he looks under you. you squeeze your thighs around his head as he laps your orgasm from a minute ago, his hands on your waist, the two years worth of tension.Ā Ā
itās like angels have taken over your body, rolling your hips over his tongue and you feel the vibration from his moans.Ā
āoh my god, katsuki,ā the words are stolen from you, breathless, āthis is insane.ā
itās a good thing he canāt talk because you know heād be saying some cocky shit to you.
ājust like that, oh shit,ā he sucks on your clit and like a puppet, every touch has you moving, fingers tugging at a tuft of his hair. āyouāre so good at this, fuck.ā
you donāt mean to glance down at him, but you canāt help it as his hands sneak up your body to squeeze your breasts. youāre going to have this sight scratched behind your eyelids for days. bakugou looks pussydrunk, worse than you with your glasses of wine. his eyes are barely open, as his throat bobs from swallowing and tongue jabs inside your centre to taste more of you. thank fuck, he canāt talk right now, youād be coming all over his face.
he does quirk an eyebrow at you looking at him and you feel his cheeks smile under your thighs. a particularly harsh suck on your clit and youāre arching into his mouth, stretching back so your arms are on his lower stomach. itās the best position for you to grind into his mouth. your body feels fluid like a dancer, chasing every spark of pleasure that comes your way. youāve got half the mind to regret not filming how you both look right now, your body beautifully curved over him, hips grinding like theyāve got a mind of their own.
just imagining how picturesque you look, how offensively skilled bakugou is with his tongue, his hands gripping the fat of your ass, you orgasm all over his face.
āfuck katsuki! o-oh, shit!ā
this one hits you harder than the last, your body jolting unpredictably, tensing with a bite of pain. but then itās pure contentment, spilling down your body like honey and youāre having trouble sitting up straight.Ā
bakugouās not missing a drop of anything that comes from you, lapping up everything with the same intensity as when he downs water after a mission. he slowly rocks your hips against him as your body exhausts and when your hand messily pushes against his forehead he knows to let go of you.
āyou like that, sweetheart?ā
youāre all jelly and no bones, limply nodding and crawling up to lay next to your baby father to hug him. bakugou notes this deep in the back of his mind, youāre touchy after an orgasm, your leg locking over his waist.
āiām not trying to make your head bigger than it already is,ā you mumble against his chest, enjoying how his arm wraps around your back.
bakugou wipes across his mouth with his forearm before pecking your forehead, sniffing your hair, āyou already have. you were only saying my name when i had my tongue on your cunt.ā
you slap your hand over his mouth, reaching up on your forearm to look down at him. you know you must look like a sweaty mess, hair definitely not how it first looked when you met him at the door. youāve not got a scratch of makeup on and youāre closer to being asleep than awake. bakugou canāt imagine it not being you, him and kenji for the rest of his life.
āyou only talk like that to see how i react,ā you drag your hand off his face, sliding it down his chest to his waistband. his fat rounded cock is heavy in his slacks. you give him a light squeeze.
bakugou moves without meaning to, hips jolting, breath hitching.Ā
āthatās the point, baby. gets you touchinā my cock,ā still he manages to find a smirk. hand running down your body to squeeze your ass.
you roll your eyes because fuck if you donāt want him. in your mouth, inside you. youāve been dreaming about fucking him and if itās anything like last time, well⦠you hope you donāt get pregnant again.Ā
āwhat do you want, i wannaā,ā
ālemme take you on a date.ā
itās like all the air has been vacuum sucked out of the room. your eyes widen, jaw slightly drops. you sit up properly, hand slipping away from his crotch.
bakugou sits up too on his forearms, eyes never leaving your face. heās constantly trying to read your mind, study your body language. youāre drawing away from him, like you did when you left his office, your mind on overdrive right before him.
he holds your chin to face him and your pupils are darting away to look at anything but him.
ālook at me. whatās wrong with that?ā
you blink, eyebrows furrowing like the words are trying to form in your brain.
āi just⦠i havenāt⦠i canātā¦ā
ābaby, you really need to work on your explanations here,ā bakugou laughs but itās lacking the same soul from before. itās like youāve spent so much time thinking about him, about what you want and now that an option is offered to you, youāre stuck.
ākatsuki, i don't know,ā you whisper, childishly closing your eyes so you donāt have to face him.
āitās just a date⦠unless this isnāt serious to you. you just wanted to fuck?āĀ
the defeat in bakugou makes your eyes snap open, palms pressing down on his chest, āno, no, itās just⦠i need to think about kenji.ā
ādo you think iām not?ā heās quick to volley.
āi donāt know what youāre thinking, katsuki!ā you exclaim and he lets you. waits for you to continue. in a quieter voice, āi just canāt have something go wrong between us and kenji sees that. i donāt want him being confused and growing up seeing mummy and daddy like each other and then not or seeing us being on and off. i want him stable.ā
bakugou knows you and him both grew up differently. your past is woven in your thoughts and how you want kenji to be.Ā
āso you wouldnāt want to try? iām not askinā to move in with you. just a date, testinā us out.ā
you would be lying if you havenāt been on dates since kenji was born. but they never lasted more than two and they definitely never met your son. having a date with bakugou, you know will become multiple and if it ends up going wrong, you wonāt be able to escape your baby father. he can only be kenjiās father and you donāt want that getting confused.
so you slowly shake your head, āiām sorry, i just⦠itās all or nothing and iām not sure iām ready for all yet.ā
bakugou hates that he understands. he loves how kenji is the centre of your world but as much as he hates the fact that kenji could have two married parents and still grow up fucked up. or kenji could have a co-parent situation and grow up fine. thereās no promising. fuck, he knows he grew up with two married parents and heās all sorts of fucked. but youāre grasping for control here, as much as you can in how kenji is reared. he canāt blame you.
you grab your sweatshirt from across the sofa, plopping his long sleeve in his lap. you pull the clothing over your head and look for your pyjama bottoms you left on the floor.
bakugou still hasnāt put his shirt back on, ābut what if we are good together? we made kenji and heās a good kid. we can date and end on good terms even if we donātā,ā
but youāre already shaking your head, decision made. you stand up to shuffle your pyjama bottoms on, tiredness settling through your body. āi donāt want to string you along but iāll think about it. i do like you katsuki, iām just not sureā,āĀ
āitās fine,ā bakugou grunts, pride smashed and bleeding out his chest. he shoves his top on, springing up and making his way to your front door. you slowly follow behind him, grateful for how he stops. āiāll pick up kenji from my mumās, spend the weekend with him and take him swimming. iāll text you details.ā
youāre two metres apart. you step closer, arms hugging your body. heās already pulled his shoes on.
he speaks to the door because youāve dragged his heart across the room tonight, āand to set the record straight, i would be so careful with you knowing kenji could be hurt by our actions. wouldnāt let him have a clue until weāre ready. but iām not gonna wait for you. i already have for two years now.ā
two years?Ā
bakugou unlocks your front door and slips out, quietly closing it behind him.Ā
you stare at the wooden frame for a second longer than needed before slowly spinning around to drag yourself to bed. you already know youāre not getting much sleep tonight.
sure youāve had a crush on him since youāve met him but actively wanting to date, be partners? you never even knew heās felt like that since youāve met. this new infomation only makes you stuck in the same position as before, unsure whether you want commitment.
the more you ruminate the more you figure, it would be easier to at least try⦠to know for sure you donāt work? keep it a secret from kenji?
you roll over in your bed, desperate for some sleep.
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PART 3 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART 5
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kirishima eats it like a real man. once his mouth latches onto your clit, itās hard to get him off. the way he licks your bud, swiping his tongue back and forth, makes you cry out for him as you grip onto his scarlet locks. āfeels good, donāt it? you tasteā nngh ā delicious,ā his groans send vibrations throughout your body, sending arousal straight to your core. your juices spilling from your sopping, wet cunt, drip down him chin, smeared all around his mouth. slurping sounds and loud whimpers fill the room as you feel his fingernails dig deeper into the fat of your thighs. after he makes you cum for the 3rd time, you try to pry his lips off of your swollen vagina, but he wonāt budge. ācāmonnn! just one more time baby!āĀ
kirishima(who was already rock hard from eating you out) makes it his duty to bring you nothing but pleasure, especially in bed. his eyes never leave your face. they analyze every tiny change in your expression, watching your eyes flutter close as he slowly enters you. inch by inch he makes sure you can feel all of him at once. he dips down to drink your moans that spilled from your lips, giving you passionate kisses. everything he did, he did it with intention.Ā
kirishima gets overwhelmed when he fucks you in missionary. he doesnāt know where to look, thereās too many options. the way your tits jerked with every thrust, your fluids spewing out of your wet cunt, or the face he fell in love with. he couldnāt focus on every aspect at once, groaning out in frustration. he wishes there was enough time in the world to worship and praise every part of your body. for now, stuffing you deep with his cock will suffice. āi love the faces you make when i fuck you, y/n,āĀ
kirishima isnāt afraid to use his vocal cords. whether heās whispering sweet nothings into your ear, fanning his hot breath down your neck, moaning out loud as your pussy walls start to close in on his dick, or if heās chanting your name like a sweet song. he wants you to know how good you make him feel. āshittt, youāre squeezing me so tight, babe. h-ughh, i canātāā sometimes he gets a little too loud. during those times, he hooks his lips to your exposed collarbone and sucks at your supple skin, leaving countless love marks for you to deal with in the morning. he likes to lightly nip at your flesh with his teeth, planting soft kisses on the area once heās satisfied.Ā
kirishima 2nd favorite position is doggy style. the way your butt jiggles and presses up against his abdomen makes him see stars. heās constantly landing slaps to your cheeks, making then a faint red. one hand is always rested on your waist while the other is on the small of your back, making sure you keep the arch that he loves looking. āarch for me, i know you can go further than that.ā his muscles tighten when you fuck him back, throwing your ass back on his dick. it makes him smile, genuinely, feeling a sense of pride seeing you assert dominance. āthrow that ass back on me, baby, just like that, fuckkkk,āĀ
a/n : this is for evb who requested kirishima!! i hope u guys like itššš„°
you pick up a little crop top from the rack and hold it up with a smile.
āthis cute?ā you ask sweetly.
eren doesnāt answer right awayāhis eyes scan the shirt, then drop to your waist, your hips, your thighs. back to your face. he licks his lips.
āyeah,ā he says low. āyou like it? iāll get it for you.ā
like okay. why does he have to look at you like that.
you nod and try to focus on the jewelry spread in front of you, but the second you do, you feel his hands slide around your waist. his chest brushes your back, lips right against your ear as he murmurs,
āletās get matching ones.ā
you shiver. this man wants to turn you into a problem.
and itās not even noon yet.
you close your eyes and sigh. you love your man. butāwhy is he trying to have you creaming in your panties this early in the day? can you live? can you shop in peace? can you not be ogled like a dessert tray?
because eren be looking at you like youāre the last fucking meal on earth. and the worst part? you like it.
you both keep walking, arms linked, buying little trinkets and snacks and whatever else catches your eye. cute, wholesome, soft. but the beach? yeah, deciding to head to the beach mightāve been your worst decision yet.
why? because your man is a menace.
and right now, he looks like heās two seconds from fucking you in the sand.
youāre trying to relax. trying to bask in the morning sun, sip your juice, and mind your peaceful-ass business. but eren? eren has his own agenda. heās behind you on the towel, kissing your neck, his hands everywhereāgripping your thighs, smoothing over your waist, palming your ass.
āeren,ā you giggle, breathless, ārelax⦠weāre outside.ā
he kisses right below your ear. āso?ā
then bites your sweet spot. slow. deliberate.
your breath hitches. your eyes almost roll back.
god. you swear he wants you ruined.
maybe sex on the beach wouldnāt be that bad.
would you get arrested? maybe.
but damnāheās making it so hard to behave.
you shake your head. girl, calm down. youāre in public. heās trying to slide into your bikini bottoms like youāre in a damn hotel suite, not in front of people and the entire shoreline.
you try to focus. but your body is betraying you.
youāre probably soaked through these bikini bottoms already.
maybeāmaybe if you go into the water, itāll hide the fact that your man got you this damn horny at 10:43 a.m.
water glistening on his chest. jaw clenched. lip between his teeth.
why is he looking at you like that?
like heās starving. like youāre the meal.
āhey,ā you say, voice going a little high. nervous.
āhey,ā he murmurs back, eyes dropping to your boobs in that bikini.
he bites his lip again.
you nearly moan.
no. nope. stay strong. stay focused. youāre in public.
but then he gets to you. grabs your waist underwater.
pulls you in slow, smooth, like heās done it a hundred times.
and he kisses you.
not just a kiss. one of those kisses. the ones that make your knees weak.
and then his mouth is on your neck.
why is he kissing your neck?! he knows thatās your weakness.
āeren,ā you breathe, pulling back, desperate. āoh, look! fish.ā
your finger shoots out, pointing to absolutely nothing.
girl⦠not you lying. not you trying to escape your man like heās not about to be your husband.
you canāt let him fold you in the damn ocean!
āwhat fish, baby?ā he says, playing along, but his voice is low and teasing.
he leans into your neck again. his breath sends goosebumps across your skin.
his hand squeezes your ass underwater like it belongs to him (because it does).
you bite your lip. your heartās racing. your thighs clench.
āyouāre doing too much,ā you mumble, avoiding his eyes.
he smirks, tilts your chin up. āiām not even doing enough.ā
oh.
oh, youāre done for.
you want to fold so bad. give in. let him have his way.
but youāre still looking around, scanning the beach like the lifeguardās gonna catch you getting publicly seduced.
this man really got you shy. flustered. wet in every way possible.
āyouāre doing too much,ā you mumble again, pulling away as erenās mouth brushes behind your ear, whispering something nasty about what heās gonna do to you tonight.
you pretend you didnāt hear it. your thighs, however? heard every syllable.
āletās go get food,ā you say quickly, trying to shake the heat off you like a wet dog.
he grins. āyou tryna run from me?ā
āno, iām tryna not get fucked on the beach.ā
he lets you goāfor now.
you make it to the beachside restaurant. cute setup, ocean view, cold drinks. thereās music playing. you should be relaxed.
but youāre not, because this man across the table from you wonāt stop looking at you.
āis your food good?ā you ask, stabbing your fork into your food even though you can feel your appetite slowly crumbling under the weight of his fuck-me eyes.
āyeah.ā
he doesnāt look at his plate.
heās looking at you.
your voice is shaky. āyou enjoying yourself?ā
he chews, shrugs. āmm-hmm. but you look better than anything on this menu.ā
you glare at him. āeren.ā
he raises an eyebrow. doesnāt say anything. just stares.
his thumb slowly rubs along his glass like heās imagining doing the same thing to you.
youāre spiraling. looking at the sea like please, god, if you love me, let a mermaid rise up and kidnap me.
is this how itās gonna be when we get married? is this your forever fateābeing devoured by your husband with his eyes at every damn meal?
after lunch, you spot a little stand selling popsicles and point to it like itās salvation.
āi need something cold,ā you say.
he smirks. āyou sure do.ā
you ignore him.
you both get popsicles yours is strawberry, his is mango.
youāre focused on yours, finally thinking, okay, peace at last.
but then you look up.
and heās watching you.
not even doing anything extraājust licking slowly, biting into the top of his popsicle, watching your mouth wrap around yours.
and the eye contact? criminal.
you pull it away from your mouth, eyes wide.
āā¦is yours not nice?ā you ask, confused.
he shrugs. āmineās fine.ā
but heās looking at you like heās about to drop to his knees in public.
and the way you have to suck on it just to keep it from dripping??
you do it once, absently, and his eyes darken. he shifts his hips like heās adjusting himself.
you blink. āeren.ā
he licks his popsicle, slow as hell. āwhat, baby?ā
ācan you not?ā
ānot what?ā
ānot look at me like that.ā
he grins like the menace he is.
āsorry. canāt help it. you look too good with something in your mouth.ā
your soul LEAVES your body.
you stare at him in betrayal. āi came here to relax.ā
āi came here to ruin your life.ā
so right now youāre taking your sweet ass time walking back to the hotel room. why, you may ask? because you know your fate. youāre about to get fucked out of your fucking mind and you donāt know if youāre ready for that. you might not have a spine after this. so youāre stalling. pointing at random ass shit like, ālook⦠a crab.ā and heās just staring at you like. be serious.
āyou better get to that room,ā he mutters.
girl he donāt care about that crab. youāre literally pointing at a shell and calling it a rare sea creature. youāre walking slow like the hotel is a haunted house and heās just walking next to you, hands in his pockets, unbothered. not speaking. he knows whatās about to happen. heās waiting on it. youāre delaying the inevitable.
you finally get to the room and heās unlocking the door, but now you wanna stop outside and look at the view. āi just wanna take it in for a second,ā you lie. girl. be real.
āokay,ā he says, dry. heās so patient itās scary.
āokay⦠iām coming in now.ā
you walk in like nothingās gonna happen. like he hasnāt been eye-fucking you all day. he hasnāt touched you once and youāre starting to think maybe he forgot? maybe youāre safe? like wow. maybe he just loves you and you were projecting. you sit down like normal. take off your shoes. start making yourself comfortable again like he isnāt standing behind you like a fucking NPC waiting to trigger the next level.
you turn your head. heās just standing there.
āā¦hello?ā you ask, weak.
he doesnāt blink. āhi.ā
āyou good?ā you smile nervously.
āiām good.ā
āā¦why are you staring at me like that?ā
he shrugs. āyou know why.ā
you donāt even respond. you just stare, cheeks warm, because yeah. you do. and when he kisses youāoh. itās over. you feel it in your toes. the way his mouth is on yours like heās been starving all day and this is what heās been craving.
your brain is short circuiting. like wait. itās actually happening. you start panicking and getting excited at the same time like girl heās not even fucking you yet and youāre already so wet. like it might go through the bed. you havenāt even touched the sheets. youāre just standing there. heart racing. pussy throbbing. like oh wow. youāre in danger.
you donāt even get a warning.
heās pulling your bikini bottoms down like heās been waiting his whole life to get them off you. no patience. no teasing. just hunger. like, damnāokay. theyāre tossed to the side without care, and you slip your top off too, trying to match the mood, but heās already laying back, licking his lips like youāre a fucking treat.
āsit on my face.ā
you blink. āhuh?ā
he grabs your thigh, his eyes heavy, dark. āi said sit. on my face.ā
and itās the way he says itāslow, deep, like a promiseāthat makes your body move before your brain catches up. you straddle his chest, easing up closer, still hovering a little because youāre shy and cute and trying to keep your dignityāplease. he pulls you down like he paid for it.
and then⦠he starts.
no easing into it. just full-on, filthy head. tongue all up in it, lips wrapped tight around your clit like itās his. and it is. the first suck alone knocks the breath out of you. he moans into it, like he missed this. like heās been starving and youāre the only thing on the menu. itās wet, itās messy, itās obscene.
heās slurping.
loud. sloppy. disrespectful. your thighs are already trembling and itās been, whatātwo minutes? you try to lift off a little, overwhelmed, and he grips your ass to pull you right back down. like no, weāre not done here.
youāre holding onto the headboard, the sheets, nothing. your moans are borderline cries at this point. every flick of his tongue, every suck of that sensitive spotāyour body jerks like electricityās running through it. heās locked in. like he wants you to suffocate him.
and heās not just eating it. heās feasting.
his face is coated. your thighs are soaked. and every time you grind, his tongue meets you halfway like itās tryna follow you inside your own damn body. and the way he keeps going, like he enjoys watching you fall apart like this, itās almost too much. almost.
āfuckābabyāwhy are you eating her like thatā¦ā you whimper.
he spanks your ass, firm and fast. āshut up.ā
your whole spine shivers.
you canāt even hold it in anymoreāyouāre creaming all over his face, moaning like itās the only language you know. your hips start moving on their own. and he loves that. groaning into your pussy, eating you through every twitch and gasp like itās his lifeās purpose. he licks up the middle one more time and sucks that clit like itās something sweet, and babyāyou break.
your head falls back, body jerking, voice high and shaking. he holds you there. lets you ride it out. doesnāt stop until your body gives up and your legs collapse over his shoulders. and even then, he kisses it soft like a thank-you.
and when you look down at himāglossy, breathless, soaked from the nose down?
he smiles.
and you know heās not even close to done.
you donāt even know how you ended up on all fours. one second you were laying pretty, catching your breath, and now? youāre ass-up, face-down, pillow gripped.
and heās behind youācalm, slow, smug. rubbing his tip right between your folds like heās got all the time in the world. not putting it in. just there. tracing the same path over and over, watching you twitch, watching you wait.
āpleaseā¦ā you whisper.
he leans down and licks up your spine. slow. nasty. from your lower back to your shoulder. his voice is low, right in your ear. āwhat was that?ā
you bury your face in the sheets. āput it in.ā
he drags it along your slit one more timeājust to be a menace.
āsay it properly.ā
your whole bodyās burning. you can feel him, hard and ready and right there, but he wonāt move until you say it. and you do. because youāre desperate now. āplease fuck me.ā
and thatās all it takes.
he grips your hips. spits on it once. then pushes in with one deep, slow strokeāso deep your mouth falls open. you donāt even moan at first. just air. heat. stretch. full.
then the moan comes.
and once he bottoms out? itās over.
the pace starts slowāteasing, smooth, a little too gentle for the way youāre clenching. but that doesnāt last. he grabs your hips tighter, adjusts his stance, and starts fucking you.
loud. deep. steady. clap. clap. clap.
youāre losing it. youāre moaning, whining, trying to move your hips faster but heās controlling the rhythm. one strong hand on your waist, the other smacking your ass with no warning. your eyes roll back, your toes curl, and you swear you almost come just from the sound of it.
your body starts pushing back, chasing the feeling. you arch more, throw it harderābut he grabs your arm and twists it behind your back like nah, baby. iām driving.
āstay still,ā he pants. ātake this dick.ā
you whimper into the sheets. āiām tryingā¦ā
he laughs, low and breathless. āyouāre not. but you will.ā
and he goes deeper.
hips snapping, abs flexed, dragging that dick all the way out and then slamming it back in, so hard it knocks the breath out of you. your whole body jolts with every thrust. heās got your arm pinned behind you, your back arched, your ass bouncing against his thighs, and all you can do is take it.
your moans are high now. desperate. fucked-out. that pressureās building fast, and he knows it.
ādonāt run,ā he grits. āstay right here.ā
youāre not even runningāyouāre breaking.
your legs shake, your pussy clenches, and then youāre cumming, loud and messy, gasping like the air got stolen from your lungs. your whole body spasms, walls gripping him tight, and he groans loud behind you.
āfuckājust like thatā¦ā
and then heās cumming too. deep inside. hips pressed against you. spilling all that heat while he stays buried in it. he pants against your back, still holding your arm behind you.
and when he finally pulls out?
you collapse. absolutely ruined.
he smacks your ass one more time, proud. āgood girl.ā
he gets up like nothing just happened. like he didnāt just fold you like a damn beach chair.
he goes to the bathroom, turns on the light, and comes back with your shower cap. your shower cap. and he puts it on your head so gently you almost cry, even though youāre still literally twitching on the bed like your soul hasnāt fully returned yet.
ācome on, baby,ā he murmurs, checking the water with his hand. āitās warm.ā
sir. YOU did this. why are you acting like a caregiver now.
when the temperatureās right, he picks you up like you weigh nothing and carries you into the shower. you cling to him because your legs? absolutely not functioning.
you both shower together, steam everywhere, and heās washing you so soft, following your routine perfectly like heās rehearsed it. your favorite body washāhe knows the order by heart.
meanwhile your mind is just screaming:
he fucked me.
he actually folded me.
is this how heās gonna be when weāre married??
youāre excited but also lowkey terrified. like are you gonna survive matrimony or nah.
he turns you around, washing the front of your body now, slow and careful, before he wraps his hand around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss.
you giggle into his mouth because why is he being sweet NOW. five minutes ago he was trying to put you through the mattress.
he keeps washing you, taking his time, and when you try to help wash him he literally smacks your hand away.
āi got it,ā he says, like he didnāt just assault you with affection AND destruction.
rude.
eventually youāre both done. you dry off, lotion up, get dressedāwhile he sits there watching you the entire time like youāre a movie he paid premium to see. the man does not blink.
when youāre finished, you both go outside to the hammock overlooking the beach. the skyās all soft and golden, waves quiet, breeze perfect. finally peaceful.
eren grabs your hand, running his thumb over your ring before kissing it.
ācanāt wait to marry you,ā he says, voice low.
your heart does a stupid flip. āme too.ā
he smirks. you already know something insane is about to leave his mouth.
āyou ready to have your back blown every day?ā
āEREN.ā you whip your head toward him like heās lost his damn mind.
āwhat?ā he shrugs. āiām not lying.ā
you glare at him but your face is hot.
then he looks at you softer, thumb brushing your knuckles.
āi love you,ā he says.
you melt instantly. āi love you.ā
he leans in, gives you a tiny kiss, then pulls you into his chest. the two of you sway gently in the hammock, warm, calm, just breathing together while the ocean hums in the background.
on my break rn and i literally cannot stop thinking abt dry humping w bsf!bakugou like. normal roughhousing play fighting that is integral to your relationship goes slightly too far and you make a Noise when his knee slots between your legs and he's red in the face asking you what the fuck was that? then suddenly you're kissing all tongue and teeth and spit and he's grinding his hips into yours and his hands are grabbing your chest and yours are grabbing his hair and dragging him closer. he comes in his pants and you both stop dead staring at each other panting while you try to come up with something to say.
you end up sitting on opposite ends of the couch for the entire rest of your movie night and when you're leaving you shake fucking hands like business men cause the normal shove and hug is too intimate now.
texting him later that night to say "hi u gave me a hickey" and he just responds "ok". (he is fucking his fist thinking about the noise you made and how soft you were under him and how he wants to kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss you again).
āNo one remembered my birthday-ā Well, but did YOU tell anyone it was coming up and you wanted to celebrate it with them?
āI wish someone would see through it when I tell people Iām fine-ā Well, but have YOU considered not lying when people ask you how youāre doing?
āI am so resentful of my friend because they keep doing this thing that really bothers me-ā Well, but have YOU directly communicated that the thing is bothering you?
āI am burning out because my friend keeps expecting me to help them with serious struggles-ā Well, but have YOU tried to establish the boundaries you need to feel okay?
āNo one ever asks me about this thing I really care about-ā Well, but have YOU brought it up yourself?
āI miss my friend but they havenāt texted me-ā Well, but have YOU been reaching out to them?
Sometimes people are mean, uncaring assholes, in which case you get to be mad. But sometimes you just need to communicate better. Try communication before you assume someone doesnāt care!
Having someone who knows you on such a deep level that they see past your mask, or sense you need a check in is such a deep satisfying fantasy. Itās up there with living in a cottagecore farm, or buying all your friends houses when you win the lottery. But you have to make peace with the fact that this is also a fantasy. It is unfair to expect people to ājust knowā when to respect your boundaries or to push them.
Being cared for is not a fantasy. But you have to let people know you need it. And you have to understand that sometimes they will let you down. Just like you totally could live in a cute farm, but you still have to shovel shit, and the crops sometimes die anyway. Or maybe you win the lottery, but you still have to manage your money and learn real estate law.
The fantasy isnāt the caring, the fantasy is not having to do the work. And it sucks. Itās embarrassing. But like the meme says, itās not rotten if itās YOU. So do it for yourself.
āThe fantasy isnāt the caring, the fantasy is not having to do the workā! Thank you for that addition. Because itās not a naive expectation to want someone to care to treat you right. But it requires communication and mutual effort to actually get there
this will be added to the more I come across! if you have any more (for Palestine, Sudan and the Congo, as well as others) pls put them in the comments <3