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007 ⦾ GOLDEN (13k)

— bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama): for your first date, your baby father takes you to fancy hero gala. he is obsessed with you. you're exactly the same.

WARNINGS: minors dni, 18+, a whole load of smut: ass eating (f), oral (f), kissing, nipple play (f), sex p in v, oral (m) mentioned off page, very minor choking (m). violent threats (to another character), minor jealousy, fluff too! everyones sexy everyones fine. bkg and yn are feining for each other constantly.

NOTES: this is the longest thing i’ve ever written. this is yns dress im imagining. here's a video of it too lol. lots of smut, two sets of smut and even a third off screen smut. take a break maybe even a tea on the side. hope u all enjoy and comment below. i’m excited for part 8 !! tumblr isnt letting me have my two blue headers so blue and purple one! i’ll try again later AND the copy and pasting took away my text in italics so I love that hahah will edit that later too. IF THERES TYPOS 13k is a lot for a girl.

PART 6 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART 8

katsuki: Gonna drop Kenj off to my mums and then I’ll be down to get you

katsuki: Be ready

You: yes sir!

You: just need help zipping up my dress

one thing bakugou katsuki can’t escape from is how his mother always knows everything. he doesn’t know how. he doesn’t understand it. perhaps he’s got an eye twitch when he's lying or he accidentally frowns with only his left eyebrow. but your voice is ringing in loops in his head that you don’t want kenji or your family to know you guys are dating. now he has to talk to his mother on the day he’s going on a date with you and he has to act fucking normal.

“why’re you still standing outside? kenji is getting cold,” the front door whips open revealing his ma in a warm white gilet, purple long sleeve and slippers. she quickly kneels down to pick up his son, chatting in japanese, “hi baby boy, how are you?”

kenji loves being held, something you rarely do anymore since he’s getting big and bakugou has no reason to since he can walk perfectly fine. yet, he snuggles into his granny, two little hands on her shoulders. “hungy! papa is goin’ party!”

then bakugou mitsuki’s eyes land on her son. grunting and grumbling, standing in the doorway to his family home. he’s primed and plucked, looking proper in his all black suit. fresh hair cut, cufflinks shiny, skin fresh. mitsuki’s eyes narrow, sharp and katsuki is forced to look away.

her son never puts in this much effort. even the cologne is strong.

“where are you going?”

katsuki shoves his hands in his pockets, it’s going to ruin the pleats down his trouser legs but he’s not sure if his telltale sign for lying is his sweatier than usual palms so they have to stay hidden.

“a work thing. it’s for charity.”

mitsuki hums as kenji’s hands sink into her blonde and grey fluffy locks. she’s already suspicious, squinting one eye like there’s something else.

“ma.” katsuki whines, taking his fingers through his hair, then realising he might have messed it up so he fluffs out the section again. his mother laughs. “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?”

“why couldn’t yn look after kenji this evening?”

bakugou scoffs, shifts on one leg. then his other. “i don’t know? ask her.”

“mama buy new dress. shiny!”

bakugou’s eyes are the shape of golf balls as he looks at kenji, now fiddling with the pearls around mitsuki’s neck. he’s never told his son to shut up before but the urge overwhelms him deeply.

“is that so, kenji? mama bought a new dress and papa is in a ferdinand giovanni suit. an expensive suit with a new haircut. huh.” mitsuki tilts her head, brushing her thumb against katsuki’s forehead to catch a few cut hairs. katsuki knows he can just spin around and go. kenji is in safe hands here but—, “you’re taking yn aren’t you! you guys are finally trying dating!”

katsuki starts to back away slowly, a fuck is at the tip of his tongue but (yn colour eyes) are staring back at him. he holds his hands up in defense because his mother is attacking him. “no, no we aren’t. don’t put stupid stuff in kenji’s head. i mean it, ma.”

“yes, of course. for kenji.” but mitsuki has a smile akin to the cheshire cat. she too, is trying not to swear, a bouquet of fuck yeses needing to escape her. though she holds it in for the sake of kenji in her arms, “buy her flowers! she’d appreciate them.”

katsuki finally turns, running his palm down his face in exasperation, “bye kenj!”

“looks like we’re adding another chair to the table at christmas!”

“ma! i’m serious, nothin’ around kenji!”

it’s normal to be nervous before a first date, bakugou knows it’s normal but now his palms are sweaty for a whole new reason and the pleats in his slacks are going to flatten. he cares about these pleats way too goddamn much.

he can practically smell the sweet sweaty scent brewing from him and the extra spritz of cologne he gave himself in the car… now he’s unsure if he smells sickly. maybe the roses he’s holding can be a neutraliser. do you even fucking like roses?

three knocks. just like his usual ones when he drops off kenji. there’s a shuffle on the other side of the door, most likely you trying to get to the handle of whatever the hell you’re wearing. mentally preparing himself for what you’re going to look like isn’t enough, maybe if he pricks himself with a rose thorn he will snap out of his nervousness. then a clatter of metal to the floor and a little, “oh shit!”

“baby. it’s me,” bakugou says, fixing his shirt collar and standing up straight. everyone says his posture is terrible, today it won’t be.

“sorry! i’m coming, i’m coming,”

three steps and the door swings open. it’s as if someone has slid behind bakugou and put damp cloth under his nose to make him pass out. he’s got to grip the door frame as he stares at you from top to bottom, bottom to top.

“wow. fuck. you look… fuckin’ wow.”

your face is all made up, pretty, sexy. dewy skin, with dark pink blush, these fluttering eyelashes and dark eyeliner. bakugou can’t name the black stuff you put on the inside of your eyeline or if that’s different to the stuff you put around your eyes but everything inside him is twitching to find out. to find out more. to kiss it off you and sneak under your dress.

you’ve got a black bodycon dress on— floor length and it’s covered in tiny sparkles that practically wink at katsuki. every time he glances away from your hip, there’s a glitter at your breast, your side, your thighs. it’s strapless, mesh around your stomach and he wants to grab you, squeeze you. fuck, he really wants to dip under your dress right now.

what doesn’t help at all is how your palm is splayed against your chest, holding the dress to your body as you’re still yet to zip up the back. about to expose the full expanse of your back, bakugou’s a revving motor dying to get started, to feel, to taste but he’s holding himself back from dragging you to your bedroom and having his way with you.

“you didn’t have to get me roses!” you giggle and he can tell you’re feeling a little overwhelmed. your eyes are a little wider than usual, he notices the goosebumps across your forearms. though you’re not nervous, about to pass out like he is. you lightly peck his cheek then swipe away the gloss residue with the pad of your thumb. bakugou’s cheeks flush like you pressed a button, way too close for him to even pretend to act normal. he’s grateful when you finally swipe the rose bouquet out of his damn hands though when you turn to make your way to your kitchen, the back of your dress unzipped, bakugou hardens immediately.

the beautiful slope of your back. smooth skin, the top of your ass just before it curves. he can see every mark, the clasp of your necklace hanging at your shoulders. fuck. he follows you like you’re a mermaid luring him into the sea with your song.

“oh, err… thought it would be nice?” he mumbles, staring at you with one hand, bop around the kitchen to fill up a vase with water and stuffing the roses inside.

then when you’re done, as if the roses were just a shield covering him from your inspection, you step up close to katsuki, so close you hear his breath hitch. that gives you a kick of confidence, something you’ll keep in your back pocket.

“they are nice. i’ve never been given roses before,” you mumble, biting down on your lip. you still haven’t asked him to do up your dress like you asked in the text. bakugou feels like a deer in headlights, waiting for your next move. you won’t take your focus off his face and he can feel your stare at every part of him. his neatly plucked eyebrows, he was getting a bit of a unibrow before… he’s got on lip balm and it’s making his lips shine cutely. the scar on his face is freshly moisturised, eyelashes kissing his cheekbones and he is the one who looks pretty here.

“you’ve only dated losers before me,” he grunts, satisfied when you laugh, even rolling your eyes at him. now not with anything to hold, bakugou’s hands are plastered to his sides, unlike last time when you were together when he was all over you. fuck, you’re so beautiful, it’s intimidating.

“you look so gorgeous. this suit…,” you run the tip of your finger across the lapel of his suit jacket. you can tell it’s expensive, it sits full of shape across his shoulders, unbuttoned because it’s bakugou katsuki you’re dealing with here. “sexy and you’ve got a haircut!” a manicured hand cradles bakugou’s neck, fingers lightly brushing the hair on the back of his head. your thumb presses down on a vein on his neck.

“don’t say that shit to me. not when you look like a fuckin’ doll,” it’s all whispers from him, every inhale and he’s swallowing your perfume, sweet, citrus, cinnamon. he wants to eat you up, every part of you. “you look f-fuckin’ insane, baby.”

your smile glows, white teeth revealing like you’re trying to seduce him and bakugou might die, here and now. he grips your kitchen table top. “i can tell you’re nervous, ‘ki.”

shiny lips curving to call him out. fuck.

bakugou stands up straighter, already managing to slouch within that time, “the fuck? no i’m not.”

“you’re not touching me. usually i’m dragging your hands off me. and i can feel your pulse, it feels like 120 per minute.”

downsides of dating a doctor.

your thumb moves from his vein, hand clutching at the front of his neck, slightly pressing down on his wind pipe. you study as bakugou’s eyes laze from the pressure, ruby eyes half lidded but never leaving your face.

he doesn’t scoff like usual at your comment though red paints across the apples of his cheeks, a deeper maroon than before. “i wanna get this right. need this date to go right for us,” then he inhales, “can i touch you?”

your apartment is pin drop silent, aside from bakugou’s heavy breaths. you meant it earlier, he does look gorgeous. his hair is cut shorter than the last time you saw him, freshly done like he got it done only this morning. he smells delectable, a different cologne than his everyday one, more amber, woody. his eyebrows are neatly trimmed and his skin is glowing, his stupid quirk working overtime. it’s the scar across his cheek that you particularly love but you can’t take your hand off his neck.

it’s as if he’s at your mercy, watching your every move like you’re in control here. bakugou’s never been submissive in the times you’ve been intimate with him. hell, you don't think he ever lets anyone take the reins in any decisions in his life. you press down on his throat and his eyes drop down to your lips.

“only if you zip up my dress. i tried to use a crochet hook but it didn’t work.”

bakugou gives a strong nod, “spin ‘round for me.”

you press your stomach into your kitchen counter, palm still holding up the front of your dress to your breasts. bakugou’s presence is heavy behind you, warming you up just from his body heat. you’ve given him permission to touch you, you’re about to turn to look at him when instead of zipping up your dress, two paw-like hands use your clothing malfunction to his advantage.

bakugou wipes his sweaty hands on his slacks before sliding them onto your bare waist.

you gasp at his touch, “katsuki!”

“you said i can touch, right?” he whispers, hand dragging over to your stomach, a finger running down your spine. “is this okay, baby?”

your breath hitches, stickiness forming between your legs at the harsh timbre of his voice. you were not prepared for this right now, this tiny stupid thong you’re wearing wasn’t made for you to soak through it during the first half hour of wear. though you lean back into bakugou, the top of your ass pressing right onto his stiff cock.

you’re about to question him on it, ask him when the hell did this happen, when his lips press onto your neck, fingers brushing over your bare nipples.

he’s going to play you like a toy.

“i need to eat you out, babygirl. you’ve gotta let me. please,” he moans against your skin, teeth nipping on your shoulder ever so lightly. “just need a taste, have you come on my tongue before we go. i need it.”

you’re blinking rapidly, shocked at the pure seeping desperation in his voice. every word is like syrup, pouring into your head and heating right at your pussy. your clit throbs, especially when he pinches your nipple and massages your tit right after.

you don’t have the words yet, barely holding up your dress as you back up into him, cock cradled by your ass. arousal that was only creeping up inside of you before, rushes in like a storm. this muscled man who doesn’t lose against the world’s strongest is begging you for a taste, politely asking like he couldn’t just flip you over knowing you’d let him.

“fuck me instead. right here,” you say, a moan slipping past your lips when bakugou uses the body butter you lathered on your chest earlier to properly massage your breasts. each one with equal attention. your back arches over your kitchen island, standing on your tiptoes for the best position for bakugou to slide right into you. all of a sudden you feel like a dog in heat, ready to pant and grind to feel satisfied.

“no, i can’t,” he strains, palms beginning to get sweaty, rolling back into your ass like his words are unable to match his actions, “fuck. i need to fuck you in a bed, properly. not your fuckin’ kitchen.”

you look back at him, hair whipping around as you do. you level him with a frown, hips rubbing into him. you feel delirious, frustrated, your dress is thin but it’s tight and he either needs to pull it up or off so you can feel him.

“you know where my bedroom is,” you push, lifting yourself up to press your back against his chest and laying your head on his shoulder.

bakugou groans like you’re causing him pain, a knife in his chest and slowly twisting. he’s so hard, all the blood is rushing to his cock instead of his head, “i’m not fuckin’ you. i need to do this right. you don’t do that on a first date.”

the logic is stupid. you’re not teenagers, why are you abiding by these rules that don't mean anything? you’ve had a baby with this man, for fucks sake.

“what are you even on about? that doesn’t matter.” you let go of the front of your dress, letting it fall down. the bodycon of the skirt is stays tight around your hips.

“fuck, i know. i know it doesn’t but i’m not. n-not the first date.” bakugou grits his teeth, forcing himself to step away from his dick imprinting into your ass. “now let me fuckin’ eat you.”

that causes you to laugh, your whole body hot like a furnace from words and fondling. “your logic makes no sense. who knew you were such a horny romantic.”

you spin around to lean against the counter top, your chest on full display. his hands gravitate back onto your body like magnets and bakugou hopes he’s not dribbling right now.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ explode. say yes or no to me.”

pent up is the wrong word for whatever bakugou katsuki is right now. there’s the vein popping out his forehead. he’s all suited, black shirt buttoned up to the top, black tie perfect around his neck. if you just saw his body he’d look professional, ready for royalty. but he’s all twitchy for a release. you can smell his caramel sweat in the air and he keeps gnawing on his lip like he needs his mouth to be doing something else.

what makes you laugh the most is, after all of this he’s not even going to come, he just wants you to.

“fine. on your knees then.”

if you want to speak to him like that, that’s okay. two hands on your hips spin you back around so you’re facing the counter top and he bends you over, having you lay flat so your legs dangle ever so slightly off the edge.

“katsuki! i’m off the ground!”

you feel his fingertips at your ankle as he pulls the fabric of your dress up past your knees, your thighs and gathering it all to sit at your chest like a pillow. then he adjusts you again, perfectly placing you so your ass and pussy are hanging just off the counter top with easy access for him to sink right into.

first, your tiny light pink thong. bakugou adjusts himself in his slacks before he kneels, “what the fuck is the point of wearin’ this?”

he pings the string against your hip. it goes right back between your ass cheeks, your pussy dampening the thin fabric, eating it up.

“i don’t want panty lines,” you moan, eyes falling shut when he spreads apart your ass, massaging each globe and spreading again. “do something, katsuki. i’m going to die.”

always so dramatic, but he’d be an idiot not to listen. he’s quick to pull off your thong, gather spit in his mouth and release it all in between your cheeks. he can smell whatever vanilla coconut cream you’ve rubbed into your skin and it only makes his mouth water more.

you gasp, “oh my god.” you’re jolting all over the place, legs trailing around and bakugou pinches your thigh.

“stop fuckin’ movin’,” he mumbles before sinking into your ass and licking around your hole. teeth sink into your right cheek and another moan bubbles from you. you’ve never had anyone eat your ass and you definitely didn’t think your baby daddy would be the one to do it. it’s messy, it’s loud, it feels like sweet sweet pleasure bursting through you like you’re a flower bed being picked.

“i’m so wet, ‘ki. this feels so good,” you’re all muffled from the counter top, trying to grind back into his face but he’s holding you down. “more, i need more.”

you’re a raging nerve and if you were any more conscious you’d be embarrassed by how wet you are, you can feel come seeping out of your hole, over your lips. instead, you’re still shuffling to get closer to him, squeaks and mewls brushing out.

bakugou is on his own timing and once he deems that he’s teased you enough, that he can see his spit slick and shining all over you, he licks across your slit.

a moan rumbles through him, thumbs pulling you apart so he can see your honey practically coated and dripping from you. you’re whining like a desperate puppy, “more, more, ‘ki.”

bakugou stuffs his face into you like it’s his last meal. you smell good, delicious, like you but raw and wet and he has to press his palm over his groin for a moment of release. he’s licking every part of you, stuffing his tongue in your hole, cleaning you up and sucking on your clit.

“oh fuck, oh fuck,” you’re eternally grateful. you’re going to be praying at the temples later because you’re so lucky you bagged yourself an eater. there’s nothing to grip onto minus your dress and you don’t want to mess up your makeup by pressing your face on the counter.

you’re all slack jawed, barely sentient, unable to reach behind you to touch his hair.

“did you buy this dress?” his lips brush against yours when he talks. you can’t help but shiver.

your lower half is burning tight with desire, rope thinning about to snap, “w-what?”

“i told you i’d buy you a new dress,” he massages at your ass again, nose nudging between your legs, “and you went and bought one. i wanted to buy it for you.”

you can barely understand what he’s saying, brain fuddled and fogged. “it doesn’t matter. i-it was a treat for myself. i wanna come, baby.”

you’ve never called him baby before. your legs are kicking around again, hole quivering like it’s begging to be filled.

“how much was the dress, hm?” bakugou coos and to your delight, he rubs his thumb over your clit, quickly licking at the sticky white that oozes from you.

“i dunno, it was on sale,” you moan, biting down on your lip. you’re going to have to touch up your face. are you going to be late to this gala? pleasure blossoms through you, sweat now film on your forehead.

“i need a number, sweetheart. pissed me off that you bought one,”

three hundred and fifty? three hundred and seventy five? you just wanted a dress as pretty and luxurious as everyone else that’s going to be there. you can’t show up as your pro hero baby father’s date in a random dress not looking the part. how embarrassing.

he’s back to lapping you up like he’s unable to stay away. every kiss and suck is loud, his breaths heavy like he’s trying to smell and eat you at the same time.

“three hundred and fifty,” you breathe, “three fifty!”

bakugou huffs, the joy of satisfying you over run by his annoyance, “i’ll send you that.”

you don’t have it in you to reply because bakugou rolls you onto your back with his hands on your waist. you can see him now, perfect wheat blonde tufts though his scarlet eyes are dim, devilish.

two fingers slide into you with a squelch and you lift your thigh onto his shoulder, your whole body feels like dough that just needs kneading. “you’re so good at this.”

it’s like he knows you too well. every part to press, which part of you to focus on. bakugou curls his fingers to rub against your walls, a small grin from your compliment. “you wouldn’t have me if i wasn’t.”

you’re floating on cloud nine when his lips suction over your clit and then you’re a snowball tumbling down a mountain, white flashing between your eyes. your hips are jolting, bouncing and bakugou presses his palm into your lower stomach, making your orgasm ten times harder.

more honey comes from you, bakugou’s chin wet, nose stuffed in the hair at your mound. he vibrates when your fingers pull at his hair, a loud whine falling from your lips. you’ve never been this loud before.

“fuck, baby,” you grunt, back arching off the table. it’s unlike you all of this. you don’t think you’ve ever received head like this, “i’m going to die. oh my god. s-so good, baby.”

bakugou feels starstruck by you, eyes laser focused on every bodily reaction, every movement you make. he knows what it means when your palm sleepily pushes at his forehead and you’re dead weight on your counter top.

one last kiss to your twitching clit and bakugou remembers to stuff your thong into his inside blazer pocket. he rises to his feet slowly, sucking you off his fingers and wiping his face with his hand.

“you good, babygirl? you did so well there.” he rubs your thigh soothingly as you slowly nod. he’s mindful to grab some facial tissue you have on the counter top to lightly wipe you down before shoving your dress over your ass.

he remembers how much you craved his touch last time, a hug, arms around his body, so he lifts your limp body and hugs you, happy when you snuggle into him.

“we need to do that everyday. maybe over the washing machine next,”

bakugou chuckles, carefully zipping up the back of your dress.

you pull off him, arms hanging off his shoulders, legs on either side of his hips.

“you’ve not kissed me yet,” you slightly pout, staring at his lips then flickering up to your eyes.

bakugou’s lips are parted, watching you like you’re a goddess incarnate. it feels like his mind is racing a million miles per hour, what else can he do to pleasure you, make you happy?

“didn’t wanna mess up your face. looks like you’ve spent time on it,” every word comes from the back of his throat, a rumbled whisper in your kitchen.

you shrug, “it’s fine. have to do touch ups anyway now.”

bakugou katsuki isn’t a delicate person by nature. he’s rough, he’s fast. when he cooks at home it’s with skill and precision. nothing about it is delicate. when he’s at work he’s strength and power. with his son, he’s honest and patient. but with you, he’s conscious about being delicate. still partly refusing to touch your face even though there’s a demon at the back of his head wanting to mess it up completely by throwing you on your bed just the room over. but he slides his hands on your waist and pecks you sweetly.

you press back eagerly, then again, holding his body to yours so there’s no room for him to escape.

“you look so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips, “i’m gonna look like a fuckin’ idiot beside you.”

your giggle can make flowers bloom, tilting your head to insert your tongue inside his mouth. he tastes like you and the sparemint gum he chewed in the car ride over. your tongues swirl, brushing against each other until you decide to suck on his, causing a deep carnal growl to burst out of bakugou. his grip on your waist gets rougher, tighter, blunt finger nails over the mesh of your dress. you decide to finish off with biting down on his lip, tugging it and letting go.

“how’d you know this wasn’t an old dress? i took the tags off?”

you can see the arousal swimming in bakugou’s eyes, delicate grip disappearing with a blink of an eye. “kenji told me.” is all he can mumble, “i’m gonna pay for it.”

you don’t mind if he does. you felt bad asking him even though he offered before but he’s got a fight in him like he’s not going to let you say no. “okay. are we going to be late?”

once you know your legs won’t crumble when you stand, you tap bakugou’s bicep for him to move over but instead he lifts you to the ground like a princess. you bite away the adoration.

“nah. these things go on until the early morning. just wanted to see how you were feeling before we head over,” bakugou fixes his cufflinks and smooths out the creases on his suit arms.

“do you want me to help you out?”

“with what?”

bakugou makes a strained gasp, body hunching over. it becomes a grunty moan that blends into a pleasured sigh. rubbing bakugou’s hardened dick over his slacks makes you want to laugh, especially as his eyes flutter shut and he grips on the counter top for stability.

“that feels… your hands are so much smaller than mine.”

“think i can make you come like this?”

bakugou’s eyes snap open, sending you a glare, “fuck no, i’m not stainin’ anythin’.”

you pout, mumbling to yourself, “that would be sexy though.”

when your fingers begin fiddling with the button and zip of his slacks, his hands fly to yours, “it’s okay, sweetheart.”

you pause, “but—,”

“promise, it’s all good.”

“in the car then.”

“baby.”

“aha! you didn’t say no there!”

overwhelmed was an understatement. even after another fondle and makeup check in bakugou’s porsche, you still feel completely out of place. for one, everyone is either beautiful or rich or beautiful and rich. pro heroes practically dance around the room, muscled and long limbs with luxury skincare routines you know they must do. there’s governors and people from the hero commission along with sponsors chatting to each other and all you can do is clutch onto bakugou’s bicep.

since he decided to come through the back entrance, nobody has noticed you both yet. you’re stood in the shadows by the fire exit, observing the scene.

“you good?”

bakugou’s concerned. his eyebrows have these little creases in between and lips turning into a pout. that snaps you out of it, this is not who you’re going to be tonight.

you stand up straight, do a deep inhale and a long exhale. you tighten your purse in your grip and plaster a grin over your face. bakugou’s amazed at you all the time. for simple things like how you’re able to look good in socks with crocs and complex things like how you’re able to get kenji ready in ten minutes when usually it takes him twenty. he’s also amazed at you now, highly terrified a moment ago and you’ve calmed yourself, prepped for the event.

“yeah! panicked for a bit there but i’m excited.”

“did you learn that through those self regulating toddler videos?”

“no!” you say a little quickly. you did, you’d admit. it just takes a few deep breaths and everyone’s ready to go, under fives and everyone above.

“okay, baby,” he laughs, pecking the top of your head, “if anyone bothers you or you don’t wanna talk to those old geezers just look at me, i’ll come save you.”

you give your baby father a salute, “yes sir!”

the grin bakugou’s got is slow and sexy, “is it stupid that i wish we just stayed home and fuh—,”

“dynamight! what are you doing hiding back here?”

hawks, the president of the hero commission walks over. you gasp at the sigh of him, thick fluffy eyebrows and curled dark blonde locks. you won’t admit it but he looks better in real life than he does on the tv. he’s shorter than bakugou, aged beautifully from when you used to be obsessed with him as a teen. your grip tightens around bakugou’s bicep and he quirks a brow at you.

“oh you brought a date tonight. that’s a first.”

you don’t mean to flush hot, look to the ground, and giggle a little. bakugou’s stare becomes confused, you don’t even get like that around him. do you?

“yeah, this is yn. kenji’s ma.” bakugou likes hawks most of the time. he’s known him for years, his whole hero career and time before that when he was a student. he likes how hawks always agrees with his points during meetings and is lenient when a civilian wants to sue him for damages. what he doesn’t like is how he winks at you and you’re unable to make eye contact, leaning into bakugou like you want to hide behind him.

you wave shyly, “hey, yep that’s me.”

“you must be something special if you got him to come to one of these things.” and his smile makes yours even bigger, “i’ll see you both around.”

he gives a half wave, stuffing his hands back in his pockets and strolling off with easy nonchalance bakugou doesn’t even know if he can possess.

bakugou’s about to blurt out something stupid, something unbelievably jealous but you’re quicker.

“i completely forgot you must work with him. he was my favourite hero when i was a kid, wow. i hate that he lost his quirk.”

bakugou chews the inside of his cheek, walking forward with you towards the main hall where everybody is, “i died the day he lost his quirk and edgeshot helped bring me back to life.”

you wave your hand in dismissal, “i’m gonna tell my friends i met hawks. thee hawks. wow.”

he’s definitely going to bring this up to you later.

once you’re in the hall, you’re mesmerised. the stage has scarlet red velvet curtains with golden tassels at the top and bottom. there’s circular tables dotted around the room with white table cloths and silver cutlery. every table has a fancy glass dome with a terrarium inside. you have half the mind to swipe one before you go and you know bakugou would approve. there’s even waiters in suits floating around, holding trays of champagne flutes.

“dynamight. for you and your guest.”

“thanks,” bakugou grunts, taking both flutes and handing one to you.

“do you still not drink?”

you remember from the night at the party when you first met. he was cradling a single beer the whole night whilst you were throwing back shots like no tomorrow. you’re a heavy weight…. sometimes.

“not really. not at these events, gotta be on form.” he clinks his glass with yours, bending his arm for you to hold his bicep again, “this can be your next one.”

“katsuki! we’re over here.”

you turn like it was your name that was called, throwing back the sparkling champagne because you’re going to need it for this much socialisation with a group of people you’ve never met. you place the empty flute on a tray walking by and bakugou automatically hands you the next one.

“lemme know when you wanna get outta here.” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

you hum in response, but you’re very quickly enveloped in joyful conversation and your baby daddy in a scene you’ve never seen him in. he’s the same yet different. replying in half-hearted grunts and witty comebacks to these people he’ll deny loving. he crosses his arms across his chest when he leans against the wall, staring over at you every sixty seconds to make sure you’re good.

this is the bakugou katsuki that his friends know. you’re surprised they know you too but just as much as bakugou allows them to.

“kenji definitely gets all his cuteness from you,” red riot, kirishima jokes and you can tell bakugou loves him because he doesn’t even roll his eyes. he’s got a matching suit to bakugou but instead of a black tie, he’s got on a red one, matching his hair. kirishima is handsome, not as much as your katsuki, but enough that you’d turn if you saw him walking down the street. it’s even more endearing that bakugou’s looking at him fondly, until, “happy he finally took you out on a date, it was killin’ me hearin’ about you all the time.”

“do you wanna shut the fuck up or?” bakugou threatens, then checks your expression. you’re not creeped out or embarrassed by him. you just join in the laughter.

“oh i don’t doubt it. i think i know when he started.” you’re assuming when you said no the first time after he came back from his mission.

you’ve met kaminari once back in bakugou’s office, so you’re grateful for a somewhat familiar face. he doesn’t help bakugou’s case though, “you defo do not.”

kirishima shakes his head, vermillion locks blocking his vision as he does. “you’re strong to keep saying no for two years, i would have—,”

bakugou slaps his hand on kirishima’s shoulder, levelling with a stare and they’re having a whole conversation with just their eyes. there’s an argument, swearing, kirishima laughing back. “bro seriously? anythin’ else we can talk about?” he says through gritted teeth.

you don’t have time to digest the fact bakugou’s wanted you for years because bouncy candyfloss pink hair comes rushing over to you, gripping her sage green gown so she doesn’t trip.

“oh my gosh! yn!”

you’ve met mina once when you dropped kenji over to bakugou’s and she was all over you. compliments and questions and you never did that catch up she offered. mina looks the part, with her beautiful gown and toned biceps. she navigates the room with ease, waving hello to the three men before giving all her attention to you.

“mina! hey! nice to see you again!"

you’re pulled in a massive hug and when she lets go, she holds you at arms length. “so happy you guys have finally got together! such a sexy couple—,”

you laugh awkwardly, adjusting your bracelets, “oh we aren’t a couple, just dating?”

mina’s features drop into a frown, but it’s not directed at you, but the blonde behind you. “why haven’t you asked her yet, kacchan! what the fuck!”

“what we’re doin’ is new! this is our first date!” bakugou exclaims, cheeks flushing berry red. you bite away a laugh because you definitely didn’t expect all this attention, nor bakugou to be so on edge.

“a hero gala for your first date? the next one better be something romantic!” mina argues, then looks over at you in sympathy, “he’s definitely a better father than boyfriend.”

“tellin’ yn how shit i am, isn’t exactly helpin’ my case here!”

mina shrugs, “i never said i was your wing woman. i did that enough in high school.” then she nudges you, “he was terrible at talking to girls then.”

giggles bubble up inside of you, the champagne hitting the exact right spot. you’re having much more fun than you expected in his little friendship group. you thought bakugou would be groaning away at that revelation being exposed to you, pulling you away from her but he’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the room. the smile on his face is small but to anyone minus you it’s a revelation to even see something other than a smirk.

your hand drifts to his forearm at the attention and without thinking, he scoops you into him by the waist. it’s another smile from you, hands on his chest as he gazes down.

“oh wow, you two are actually sickeningly cute,” mina takes a sip of her champagne that magically found its way into her hand, “i’ve never seen him like this.”

bakugou’s eyes drop, “we fuckin’ get it. i like yn that’s why she’s my fuckin’ date tonight—,”

a short lady comes over, dressed in a black suit with a name badge on. you recognise the logo on the badge to match the charity. “sorry to bother, but can i have you four up at the front for promotional bits?”

the four heroes nod, bakugou sighing in annoyance. “sorry, gotta do this. i’ll be back as soon as.”

the pout he’s got is adorable, has you wanting to make a scene in front of everybody by shoving him against the wall and unbuttoning his shirt. “no, take your time, hero! i’ll busy myself at the bar and i have to check on kenji.”

bakugou leaves last behind the three regretfully. it takes a moment for you to snap out of the fact you’re still in the same position, just stuck staring at his back. you adore how he looms over everyone else, how wide his shoulders are and even how you can tell his friends are bothering him as they walk to the front. little shoves as he rakes his hands through his hair, before turning around to look at you.

you send him a grin, then make your way to the bar with a pep in your step. you wave over for another champagne and pull out your phone. the first being a text from bakugou’s mother.

it’s a photo of kenji in his high chair, rice stuck to his hands and a plastic knife next to poorly cut chunks of cucumber. mitsuki has him making vegetable sushi again.

Hope you’re having fun tonight, honey!

does she know you’re with her son tonight? you can see bakugou’s blonde head at the front by the stage, shaking hands with other men in suits. posing deadpan for a photo.

you’re sure bakugou mitsuki knows you’re out with her son tonight.

tell kenji to save some for me!

and i am!

that’s all you can manage, stuffing your phone back into your clutch to scan the room. you feel a presence beside you, it’s an older man, white short hair and beard. he’s got a suit on also and you’re softened when he apologises.

“sorry for sitting here, at my age i get tired from standing too much and the alcohol doesn’t help.”

you shake your head, “no it’s okay! are you enjoying yourself tonight?”

the man chuckles, grateful when a glass of water is poured for him by the bartender, “i’ve been to so many of these that they all blend into one but they’re necessary for the cause. these events bring in more money than anything else we do.”

you nod slowly, “what is it that you do?”

the man blinks at you in shock, but it wipes away, “i’m the founder of the charity. started it back in the eighties.”

“oh! oh, i’m here with my boyfriend tonight. he’s one of the heroes. he knew that i’d be passionate about this cause because i work in hospitals.” you ramble, slightly embarrassed you didn’t know the man, confused even more at how easy it was to refer to bakugou as your boyfriend. you take a sip of your champagne.

“the local hospitals? are you a doctor?”

you nod, “yeah! i get lots of kids coming in all the time, more now than ever.”

the man introduces himself as kent and easily you both get swept up in conversation. he tells you a little about his childhood and his brother that died as a teen. you tell him about the children that come through your wards and the effects unsafe streets are also bringing to the parents.

“you should be at the front taking photos with the heroes!”

“i can say the exact same to you with all the work you do,” kent laughs though he’s got a somber look of understanding, “they’re probably wondering where i’ve been.”

it’s the same shirt lady in a suit coming over to usher kent away, “mr kent! there you are! we need you at the front again, then we can get you a chair.”

“yeah yeah, i’m coming.” he slowly climbs off the stool but not before turning back to you, “yn, i’m going to get my team in contact with you. get some more sponsors for the hospital, okay? set up that youth club you mentioned.”

you nod gleefully, eyes glowing, “yes, of course! lovely talking to you!”

he takes both your hands in his with a shake, “you too miss, keep up the good work. we can all make the world a better place.”

with that he’s off with the lady, looping his arm with hers as they make their way to the front.

warmth spreads inside of you like a fireplace on a winters night. the smile won’t leave your cheeks at the conversation and outcome. the kids are going to love it, your nurses and the doctors are going to be shocked you even got this funding.

you hop out of your seat, walking towards the band playing smooth blues. there’s a few people crowded around dancing together, laughing and twirling. the energy is infectious, even swaying your hips as you hold your champagne glass.

you’re barely alone for a few minutes before you feel a presence behind you, then a hand lightly on your tricep. you want to throw your arms around the neck of whoever’s behind you, kiss him in front of everybody and tell him how much you’re enjoying tonight.

“did you see who i—,”

you pause. it is not your baby father.

however you do recognise him. pro hero grand, otherwise known as shindou yo. you only know his real name because your best friend in university had a thing for him, all his merch and would go to his meet and greets. she’d probably murder you if she knew he was standing before you right now.

“hey, i saw you dancing alone here. i wondering if i could join you?”

his voice is smooth, attractive, a smirk on his face which isn’t cocky but gives off the impression as if he knows you’d say yes. his playboy image has always been a massive part of his brand as the vibration hero. saving civilians during the day and out with ladies during the night. he’s in a navy suit, not as pristine as bakugou’s but nice all the same. white shirt with a matching navy tie. his midnight black hair is shorter than you remember it being on posters a few years ago and his teeth are so white to the point of being fake. he might have been on a toothpaste advertisement recently?

“oh, erm sure? i’m just waiting for someone to finish up.” you pop the p at the end, scanning the room for bakugou. you can’t find him, probably been pulled away in a back room for more photos and statements.

shindou grins, swiping your half finished champagne glass out of your hand to place on a waiter's plate then interlocking his hand with yours and sliding a hand on your waist.

your glass is gone before you can speak, his hands on your body before you have a chance to choose. you don’t want to make a scene, especially in case things get back to bakugou and it embarrasses him somehow. you’re in his world here.

“sorry, you just looked so beautiful and i couldn’t leave you up here on your own,” he flirts, voice hitting every pleasure centre inside you but going dull at the end. you know you look good. you’ve seen yourself in the mirror and bakugou’s confirmed it multiple times for you back home.

though you slap on a polite smile, careful to not step on his feet. he’s adjusting your body like a puppet, moving on his timing, his pace. you exhale, unsure if it’s annoyance or alcohol buzzing in your head, “thank you. i appreciate it. i’m here with ka—,"

“how come i’ve never seen you around before? are you a rookie or with the charity?” he interrupts, abruptly letting go of your waist to twirl you around. your head is spinning once you’re back in his arms, one hand on his chest to stabilise yourself.

“s-sorry what did you ask?” you clarify, disoriented and tipsy.

where the hell is katsuki? or at least his friends?

“nothing, never mind. i can tell you’re nervous tonight, you really shouldn’t be looking like that.” he flicks his eyes up and down your body, particularly focusing on the mesh fabric around your stomach and then your lips. that comment bites you though, has your nose crinkling, top lip curled. “what’s your name, princess?”

he smirks in means to seduce you, pull you into the nearest bathroom and sink onto your knees for him. you laugh internally at the fact bakugou still has your underwear in his blazer pocket at this very moment.

“i’m not nervous at all actually. i think my friends are waiting for me, i’m going to—,”

“get the fuck off her.”

finally, it’s your golden hero, appearing beside you like your grimace was a beck and call. a little late but still here. everything in you gravitates to him though shindou’s hands stay stuck to your waist.

bakugou grinds on his teeth, jaw moving like a machine, eyes fixated to the hands on you. you notice a touch of powder on his nose, probably from the photos he was forced to take but it’s all oxymoronic as his stare looks villainous, like he’s a second away from blasting shindou into the ground. his black tie is loosened, blazer buttons unpopped and it all has you crooning to be back in his arms, rub your cheek against his like a dog in heat.

“seriously, bakugou? you still don't know how to talk to women?” shindou yo scoffs, turning back to you like he assumes you’d be laughing. you press a hand in his chest to pull him off you and he does let go reluctantly, looking more confused than you when you have to parallel park.

“he’s my boyfriend. what the hell are you on about?” you blurt, hands in the air like you just touched something disgusting. you guess you did with this irritating guy before you.

this is bakugou’s cue to cuss the guy like he usually does, threatening to kill him because the jealousy inside him was turning his blood into green goo. though that’s completely cleared up because you said boyfriend. not baby father but boyfriend.

shindou’s face twists into a grimace, “what?. i never knew that. she never told me that? why’d you let me dance with you?!”

bakugou yanks you under his arm, hand curving at your waist, “you didn’t give her the chance, you dickhead. if we weren’t here right now, i would have blasted you into a wall and watched your head bleed out. you’re the one with no game, fuckin’ prick.”

your mouth gapes open at bakugou’s snarl, how he towers over shindou yo with energy despite being the exact same height. you clutch onto his shirt beneath his jacket and bakugou takes that to assume you’re scared, that you’ve never seen him so violent. you’re anything but.

“go fuck yourself, bakugou.” shindou mutters, but there’s barely enough bite to his words, no threat like bakugou’s. there’s truly power in being the number four hero compared to his measly thirty fourth.

“kill yourself, dickhead.”

bakugou doesn’t bother, swooping you away from the situation, passing his friends and out of the hall.

“wait, where are we going?”

bakugou shoves a door open with his shoulder, cautiously pushing you inside and closing it behind him. you’re consumed by darkness, barely able to make out the shape of the large man beside you.

“w-where are we?” you hook your finger in his belt loop, “katsuki!”

“hold on, baby.”

a click and two lamps turn on. he’s shoved you inside a mini library. there’s a leather aubergine sofa in the centre of the room, books surrounding you along the walls, piles by each lamp and an old mahogany desk in the corner. you want to explore, brush your finger against the spines of these old dusty books and pretend to read one on that gorgeous sofa.

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i saw you talkin’ to him but i didn't wanna intrude like those bastards who don’t like their girls talkin’ to other men,” he grunts, rubbing his hand roughly against his forehead, “but i think i’m exactly like those fuckin’ idiots. i wanted to kill that asshole.”

you don’t know if the temperature in the room increases for only you. bakugou’s not touching you again, leaning against the nearest wall with regret deep in his pores. he’s not looking at you out of shame, like he acted like a neanderthal that gave into his primal desires.

“i wasn’t seein’ shit though, right? you looked uncomfortable and i hated the way he spun you. wasn’t careful with you,” bakugou spits, looking at the floor.

“oh katsuki,” you coo, slotting yourself between his legs as he slouches against the wall. your hands are on his cheeks, his hair, down his chest. your body is a furnace, humming with heat and longing. he, the man that just threatened to kill a guy, is so adorable to you. you can tell where your son gets his pitiful pout from.

his tongue jabs inside his cheek, staring down at you with a tiny frown. never at you, always at himself. “what?”

your smile feels like a short death, an undoing of everything that makes him him, into something shaped exactly for you.

“thank you for saving me. i fucking hated him too,” you whisper, going down an octave as you fix his shirt collar, “didn’t like how he took my drink or touched me and when he said you can’t talk to women. i think you can talk to one.”

“yeah?” bakugou chuckles lowly, but he’s still strung up from what just happened, about this possibility of reading you wrong. he’s elated he didn’t. “you called me your boyfriend.”

that slaps you in your face, turning your gaze away from the smirk that’s slowly sneaking up his face. you read the book spines next to bakugou’s head, “did i? i don’t think i remember that.”

it’s like you’re in his office again, pretending you couldn’t remember the first time you slept together. “first date and i’m already gettin’ proposed to. i think i’m doing somethin’ good.”

you slap his chest but he’s quick to grab your hand, looping your fingers with his. “he was being rude to you and he doesn’t even know me. i had to say something.”

another piece of thread undoing from bakugou, his lungs from his chest in a splat to the floor. his heart will be next. people don’t need to stick up for him. they know he doesn’t care, can fight for himself with his mouth or fists. but you, you wanted to do it for him, even if it included fabricating a little lie.

he kisses your neck and you squirm, stuffing your body right up against his.

“you drive me goddamn crazy. you know that, don’t you? can’t handle you away from me, can’t handle you mad at me, can’t handle men talkin’ you. i can’t even handle touchin’ you.” he runs his nose up your neck and then he’s back against the wall.

but you’ve been riled up since he cursed at shindou, threatening to have his brains spilling on the floor. you’re pulling his shirt from where it’s tucked in his slacks, body alight, needing a touch, needing something. where's better than this pretty library?

“what’re you doin’?”

you exhale shakily, a tremor in your palms and bakugou still doesn’t get it. why your skin is so hot and your eyes so wide. he can only assume you’re fussing with him as a distraction.

“i’m sorry about what i said to him earlier, yn. i shouldn’t have said that around you. that must have sounded deranged, fuckin’ insane to you.”

you tut, so overwhelmed with your own desire your mind is on one track. either he’s naked or you, it doesn’t matter at this point. you lay his blazer collar flat, neatening him out, “i don’t care about that, katsuki.”

bakugou doesn’t know what to make of you, especially when you push off him to walk around the library for a breather. you’re clearly distracted but pretending you aren’t. staring at the green, gold and red vintage books along the wall. tilting your head to read the spines of some. you run your finger along a shelf and release a small sigh.

the man stalks over to you, a little frown on his features. one hand on a shelf and another drifting to your waist. “no? you sure?”

you purse your lips, then roll them, flicking your eyes over to him for a second then back to the books. he’s too close again. it feels like a glowing burning orb is settling in your lower stomach and you need to calm down. you could shove him on this gorgeous sofa and beg him to take you. would he let you? earlier he was saying he has to fuck you in a bed but in this library?

“baby, talk to me. i can see you’re overthinkin’ here. please,” he sighs, the guilt is so clear it could be stamped on his forehead.

though it’s all for the wrong reasons.

the noise from the main hall is a low buzz compared to the ticking grandfather clock in the corner of the room. every second becomes a trail of sweat trickling down your spine, wetness spreading between your thighs without any underwear on and your fingers twitching from pure arousal.

“are you too much of a gentleman to fuck me here?”

you ask him the same way you would if he wants a coffee or a tea. cats or dogs. fuck me here or fuck me back home?

bakugou splutters, lifting off the books to stand up straight. he can see all the signs now. it’s not fear, it's an uncontained need for him. “oh shit. i completely fuckin’ misread you here. i thought you were—,”

you place a hand back on his throat and it hushes him immediately. “katsuki, baby. answer my question?” you push, tucking your hair out of your face.

you’re shorter than him, smaller than him. you’re definitely not as strong as him but in this moment bakugou’s under your spell. he feels as if he’s a fool to think he ever had a footing dating you. you’ve always been in control, for when things start and end. for what he needs to do and when. he was strong to deny you earlier when you wanted him in his kitchen, but he’s not as strong now.

everything about you is soft, your face, your hands but your biceps tense when you push him towards the leather sofa. he lets you manoeuvre him, all he can do is hold your hips as you do so.

his knees bend and he’s seated as you stand.

“y-yeah. yes. fuck, you’re so…,” you wait for him to finish, your eyes running along his body. the fabric is taut against his thighs, chunky and thick as they spread. you want to ride one, bite one and his chest is so wide you’d love to rip his shirt open, have the buttons fly around everywhere. you’re ravished with thrill. “you can take anything from me, yn.”

that’s got you fascinated to see how easily you affect him. he was worried for you a mere minute ago and now he completely matches you, riled up by you being turned on by him.

your top teeth sink into your bottom lip, you’ve not touched him yet. his hands are flat on the sofa either side of him, eyes hooded as he lays his head back. he’s sinking into the furniture, getting comfortable so you’ll be comfortable on top of him.

“did you lock the door?” you ask.

he nods, “as soon as i got in here.”

your eyes narrow, “have you fucked in here before?”

bakugou smirks, “do you not wanna fuck if i have?”

you snarl, “no, what the—,”

he grabs your hand to drag you forward between his legs. your dress is too long and tight to straddle his lap, so he works on shimming your dress up to your ass. shiny legs reveal inch by inch and bakugou’s pants tighten, a harsh exhale out of his nose.

“i love when you’re jealous, baby. makes me know you want me,” he coos whilst you pout, “i usually sit in here when it gets too much out there.”

he’s listening to his dick when he does this, not his brain and he knows he won’t be able to handle what you’re going to do to him. now and life with you after. but for now he wants to see, he knows your panties are in his pocket so it’s going to be messy. bakugou holds all the fabric of your dress, resting it above your hips.

bakugou’s moan is guttural, coming from the depths of his chest like a caged animal let out into the wild. there’s shine along your inner thighs and he can smell how much you want him. he wants to throw you down on the sofa, have another taste, have you come on his tongue. or he can hold you as he sits on the sofa, pussy in his face, you clutching onto his hair.

he swears he doesn’t mean to, but he’s in the exact position for it. a hand curling around your thigh to pull you closer to him. bakugou leans into you, pressing his cheek into your thigh, nose at your mound, inhaling right between your legs. he’s warm, holding onto you like you’re a life support. you brush your hand through his hair, dragging it all off his forehead.

you let him stay because it’s perhaps one of the sexiest things you’ve seen. the blonde looks inebriated, drunk off the look and smell of you. his eyes flutter shut, grip almost rough on your thigh as he squeezes. like he can’t help it.

“f-fuck, if i knew you were like this…”

you poke his forehead with your pointer finger, stopping him from coming any closer. his lips are parted like he’s about to eat you alive. he just needs to stick out his tongue to lick your inner thigh, “you’ve already done that, ‘tsuki.”

the nickname has him twitching, nobody’s called him that before.

“you want me to fuck you. here,” he grumbles, resuming to lay back on the sofa though he doesn’t take his eyes off the spot between your legs. he wanted a bed but fine, “c’mon then. take what you want.”

your giggle is soft, girly. a knee sinks into the sofa beside his thigh, then your other. your hands are all over his belt buckle, the clang of the metal making you whine with impatience and bakugou chuckles. he helps lift his hips as you pull down his slacks and underwear. you press your breasts against his chest, no air able to slip between your bodies. you’re careful not to sit on him yet because since he’s wearing all black, you definitely don’t want to stain anything.

“i’m so wet,” you whine, voice like silk as you suck bakugou’s left earlobe. you’re desperate to grind on something, some friction, “been thinking about you as soon as you left my side.”

bakugou strokes himself twice, squeezing the base of his cock for just some release, to prepare him for you. you watch the movement between your bodies. you’re mesmerised, so unbelievably aroused you feel like you’re close to passing out. his cock head is a mauve colour, fat and rounded. there’s precome dribbling out, down his shaft and hand. you want to lick it, taste him.

“katsuki,” you moan, as if you’re close to tears, hormones and endorphins bursting through your body.

“you’re going to kill me. c-can’t believe i’ve got you like this,” he murmurs, taking his middle and forefinger to circle around your clit. you’re bucking in his hand, your thighs unstable to hold yourself up.

you hang your head forward, pleasure fluttering through you like a butterfly in your rib cage. “condom. get a condom,” you breathe and bakugou stops. you flick your head up at him, impatience burning through you.

“i-i don’t have one, i didn’t fuckin’ bring one, i thought—,”

you’re about to growl and bakugou can tell, irritation swirling in your eyes at anything stopping you from coming. come leaks from his cock.

you reach over for your clutch, left forgotten in the corner of the sofa. bakugou runs his hands over your ass as you pull out a strip of four, ripping one and stuffing the other three back in your bag.

“if i wasn’t so horny right now, i’d assume you wanna get me pregnant again,” you say and bakugou could draw your lips with his eyes closed from how much he’s staring at them. your white canine pops out, tearing open the square foiled packet to reveal the latex.

bakugou chuckles, he doesn’t think he’s felt like this in his life. his whole body is a beating pulse, “promise i’m not. just didn’t think you’d be beggin’ to get fucked in here.”

you roll your eyes, dragging the condom over his cock. bakugou bites his own words immediately, staring at your smaller hands around him. he doesn’t think he’s ever been so painfully hard in his life.

“if only you could see yourself, ‘tsuki. if i said no right now, you’d be on your knees begging me for a taste,” you settle yourself above him, his cock almost slipping into your hole. “i only asked you once.”

he’s twitching like an addict, breath hitching. you’re both half dressed, sweaty with the gala going on outside. you’ve never had sex so publicly before, where anyone can knock on the door, ask where your golden baby father has gone.

his smile causes a sudden gush through you, gold tooth shining under warm lamp light. he can’t believe he’s got you here, after two years. in his space, his arms, on top of his cock.

“i’ve been beggin’ you for years, sweetness. you just haven’t noticed.”

you drop onto his cock, sinking and sucking him into your walls completely. you sit flush, inescapable, overwhelmed. satisfaction buzzes from the top of your head to the tips of your toes like lightning. you throw your head back in a gasp, clothed breasts in bakugou’s face without meaning to. his cock is thick and large, one of the biggest you’ve ever dealt with.

you’re lucky he’s teased you for so long, no matter how accidental it was because there’s only a tinge of pain, one that burns out to hot raging pleasure.

“oh, you feel so good inside me, ‘tsuki. can feel you in my stomach, baby,” you mewl, lips wet against his neck, nibbling the skin lightly. it’s as if you’ve lost control of your features, face going limp and lewd.

bakugou feels as if he’s about to explode into you already. you made him come earlier in the car as a thank you for doing the same back at your home. but that’s not enough, nothing with you is ever enough.

his whole body is tense, reminding himself to breathe so this isn’t the shortest sex of his life. you’re about to lift your hips for some movement, but bakugou holds you down with gritted teeth.

“don’t move. i’m gonna fuckin’ come, give me a second,” this is why he should of ate you out again, should have done something before going straight in. he should have known that having you like this with him will be his greatest gift, the undoing of the string that keeps bakugou katsuki together. he pulls down the front of your dress in a rush, sucking on one of your nipples.

you’re laughing at him again, despite your nipple pebbling under his ministrations. he’s impatient, needy, your floral sweet perfume suffocating in a way he can only be grateful for. you cradle the back of his head, a moan bursting out when he sucks harshly. “i wanna come too, baby. let me grind on you.”

he runs his teeth over your perked nipple, moving over to kiss your other. “slowly. i’m not lastin’ a second with you. i’ve waited for you for too fuckin’ long to come so goddamn quick.”

with his permission, you roll your hips like a dancer. rocking back and forth, feeling every vein of his shaft rub against your walls. the delight is immense, throwing your head back with sudden gasps, your eyes scrunching shut and widening on impact. is as if you’re moulding to the shape of him, contorting your body to feel as much of him as possible. he’s deepest in this position, prodding the most tender parts of you. the glide is easy, friction smooth from your own slick and you can barely hold yourself together.

“fuck, ‘tsuki baby,” you’re leaning into him, arrogance from affecting him so easily only increases your pleasure. the pace of your hips speed up, wet pat pat pats of your ass against his balls. you want to touch him, rip his shirt off but you still have to go back out there later. instead your hands sneak up his shirt, hot hands on warmer skin. your nails scratch against his skin without meaning to, feeling his abdominals contract with every breath. bakugou grumbles into you, sucking air between his teeth when you clench around him.

“i can’t fuckin’ take this, oh god,” he grunts as you smush your lips to his, wet tongues and a mountain of moans. you can barely tell where he starts and you end. without much fight, bakugou takes control, licking around your tender mouth before sucking on your tongue.

he finishes you by reaching between your bodies to touch at your clit. using your wetness that’s gushing out and coating along his shaft to rub two fingers in clockwise circles. every part of you is being stimulated, a game to push you to come first. he’s edging your orgasm out of you bit by bit, making you think of nothing but him.

bakugou feels as if he’s going to burst, his failing heart beating out syllables of your name. you’re snug, balmy around him and if this is where he dies tonight in a dingy old library with you on top of him, so fucking be it.

“you’re so perfect, baby,” he kisses into the corner of your mouth, squelches where you’re intimate louder than his voice, “so pretty grindin’ on me like this.”

that’s when you start bouncing on your baby father. ignoring the burn in your thighs as you lift and drop on his cock. bakugou can barely contain himself, your slick warmth hugging him tightly making it unable for him to leave even if he wanted to. every huff is loud and open mouthed, fingertips sinking into the fat of your hips. bakugou tries to guide you, chewing down on his bottom lip with an animalistic groan but he’s weakened by you, veins pulsing at his forehead.

“do i feel good, ‘tsuki?” your voice is sultry, purposeful. your tits recoil with every rise and fall of your body. bakugou can’t take his eyes off you. “i want you to come with me. you’re doing so good, baby.”

nobody has ever said that to him before during sex, nobody would have thought to reassure bakugou during sex. it’s a mimic of him earlier at your apartment but it being directed to him, only creates a newfound kink for him. bakugou katsuki enjoys being spoken to sweetly by you.

bakugou’s chuckle is raw, rubs across his throat with choked arousal, “yeah? i’m doin’ good? fuckin’ hope so.”

you adore the flush on his cheeks, knowing for a fact he’s exactly where you are. chest heaving, tie haphazardly flung across his chest, random buttons of his shirt undone and lifted to reveal his golden skin.

your giggle bubbles out of you, delirious as bakugou flicks his hips into you. “you close? you look like it,” you whisper against his lips and bakugou’s sure that if it wasn’t for the fact you keep randomly tugging at his hair every time his cockhead brushes against a particularly soft part of you, he would have passed out by now.

your makeup around your eyes has smudged, black streaks onto your eyelids and your lips are bare, either on his lips or neck. the shiny film of sweat across your collarbones, your breasts all makes bakugou sigh, weakened by you. he’s completely finished.

“you first,” he grunts, exhaling shakily. his ruby eyes are a second away from rolling out of his skull, “i’ll be fuckin’ damned if i come before you.”

bakugou’s aches, there’s nothing more he wants to do than let go, but his pride is bigger than his wants. especially… no, he’s fucked.

two hands slide to hold your back as bakugou swings you around for you to lay on back on the sofa. he stays inside you the entire time and he loves the way you marvel at his strength, ogling his clothed biceps with hooded eyes.

then you pout, clenching around him just so he jolts forward, inhaling sharply, “fuck baby.”

“come with me, okay. wanna see you fall apart,” you whisper and it’s a green light for bakugou to start thrusting, picking up the pace fast and unbelievably skilled. the new position reaches sweeter points than before, the slap of your skin is all inappropriate and sticky. you feel how heavy bakugou’s dick is, how pent up, as he rams against your favourite spots without fail.

your thighs ache from his grip, pressing down so your knees are by your ears. he ruts into you with a hysteric pace and his hair that was pushed back, falls forward clumped with sweat, “you feel like fuckin’ heaven, baby. so sweet, not gonna be able to leave you.”

you’re so close, dragging his neck to your face so you feel his breath against your lips. you’re keeping him alive, breathing life into him and you can tell when his eyes begin to flutter shut that he’s about to come.

it feels as if he’s knocking against your lungs, your body burning hot, everything inside you tangling tight about to snap. your dopamine is about to hit its peak, body about to spasm from delight.

“i’m… fuck, baby,” it’s a deep exhale, lips pressing against yours in a shaky puff.

it’s a bundle of groans and moans. white flashing behind your eyes as your back arches and legs jerk, tensing in the air. you can’t tell who comes first, bakugou’s mangled, “motherfucker,” as his hips bury into you with sudden jolts, plugging you so tightly that you’re thankful you brought condoms tonight.

he’s babbling, words barely coherent but coated in desperation, “you’re everythin’. oh, f-fuck, need you f-forever,” he stuffs his face into your neck, shaky kisses littering the spot. his thrusts become weaker than the last, rhythm now a broken song as you tremble against him. a harsh, exhausted sigh, “oh baby.”

“k-katsuki, oh my god,” you squeak as your orgasm ripples through you like a storm on a coast, all consuming and intense. you gush white, leaking over the latex and his adonis belt. if you were somewhat responsive you’d be mindful of staining his shirt but you’re somewhere between earth and another realm. the sounds you make are spiritual, make bakugou stare at you enchanted, wondering if you’re even human the same way he is. you shake violently, before falling still, exhausted and numb.

kisses start down your neck as you calm down. bakugou moves slow and heavy, weak and jelly limbed. he’s mindful to not have all his body weight on you, leaning on his side as you return to your body beside him.

“was it that good?” you hear beside you and you fight the grin off your face.

“shut up katsuki,” you smile, slowly opening your eyes to see the beautiful hero beside you. all teeth showing, dark eyelashes tapping against his flushed cheeks. he rests his head on on his palm as he stares down at you. you can’t mistake his glare for anything but adoration, inching towards love. “we’re gonna have to go back out there now, aren’t we?”

bakugou quirks his upper lip, he wants to tease you but he feels the exact same. he touches his forehead with yours, a quick tap like it puts you both on the same wavelength, “nah, i can say bye to them lot if we pass them but i can drop you home if you want?”

there’s those big newborn blinks he’s got, the same blinks kenji does when he wants something that he thinks you’ll say no to. currently, his father has the same look when he wants you to invite him back to your home.

you stroke his face tenderly, cheeks rising as he pecks your lips and he disposes of the condom in a bin across the room. you try not to think about the poor person that finds that. he’s eager to be close again, ruby eyes hazy and sleepy from orgasm. bakugou’s close to devoting his life to you along with kenji but he thinks he’s already scared you enough tonight. instead, he kneels at your feet like he would an altar, waiting on your next word.

“if you want to come back to mine, ask me. you’re a big boy.” you say adjusting your dress to cover your breasts and reaching into your bag for some wipes.

bakugou wants to comment on how prepared you were, how it turns him on that you planned to have sex tonight with him. he sighs lowly, tucking his shirt back in his trousers and sliding his hand onto your bare thigh.

“y’gonna let me go back to yours? we had fun tonight?”

he doesn’t look you in the eyes when he says it. an awkward statement turned into a question. he curses internally because bakugou katsuki isn’t like this, perhaps in his youth where he was too emotional with his own shit to deal with girls. but before a woman like you, his place in your life is up to you. he’s out of control because you hold all that he is in your hands.

the burly blonde man takes the wipe from you and cleans your thighs himself, careful when he gets closer to your middle. bakugou ducks down to kiss your knee and that, among multiple other things tonight, does it for you.

“yeah, i think you can come with me.”

bakugou shuffles your dress down with a nod, the smile on his face soft and real. you want to take him home with you and kiss him to sleep.

“tell me what the old man was sayin’ to you. he’s the founder of the charity right? you were so fuckin’ smiley i thought he was gonna take you from me.”

you slap his shoulder in jest, a laugh brewing inside you, “no! i’ll tell you in the car. let’s go.”

PART 6 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / SOMETHING ELSE

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