006 WISHFUL THINKING (5k)
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 I’ll 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.
you sigh, then scream, resting your head on the wheel of your car. “fuck. fucking flying fucking fuck.”
your car, which you just took out of the shop three days ago, has died on you. you’re almost sure of it, when not even a flicker of light glows in your dashboard and shit, smoke is steaming from the bonnet.
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, you’re practicing your patience. maybe you can push forward seeing him, cheating by texting him for help because he does know about cars and your dad’s on a trip and your uncle… he probably could help you but bakugou katsuki. you’d rather see him.
your fingers pad across your phone, feeling like a mastermind using this as an excuse to see him. it’s 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 doesn’t mean a grin doesn’t 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 you’re 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 he’s 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. it’s the glasses that make you bite down on your lip as he slams the driver’s door shut and rakes his hand through his hair. he looks as if he’s in a cologne advert or a car one, scanning the scene before landing on you. the left corner of his lips quirk up and he’s laughing. a quick breezy one that only makes you more enamoured by him.
you’re becoming a soppy mess.
“why did i even call you?”
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. it’s obvious, he likes what he sees.
“you’re supposed to say hello my sex god baby daddy,”
two hands grip your waist tightly, pressing you up against your car and looking down at you. he’s overwhelming, the smell of his caramel sweat on this hot day, his larger body looming over you. he’s got stubble brushed across his face again and it’s true, he does look like pure sex.
“nobody says sex god.”
bakugou pecks you like he couldn’t 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.
“yeah because they haven’t met me yet.”
bakugou acts like he hasn’t seen you in months, kissing down your neck and you don’t fight him off, simply stretching so he’s got more space. he focuses on the junction between your neck and shoulder, you swear you hear him inhale.
“you smell so fuckin’ good.”
a giggle bubbles from your lips, “i like your glasses. they’re sexy.”
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?
bakugou reaches for his glasses, like he’s checking they’re actually there, “fuck. forgot i left them on. was readin’ contracts in the office.”
you don’t respond how he expects, it barely looks like you’re even registering what he’s saying. your hand flies up to his wrist, “keep them on. you look like clark kent, nerdy and sexy.”
living in a country full of superheroes, being one himself, you had to compare him to a fictional one. bakugou scoffs, “don’t compare me to an alien, i’m so much stronger. could kill him with a—,”
you couldn’t 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 he’s in position to grind into you, a large hand sneaking up your vest.
that’s when you’ve got to stop, pushing him off you abruptly and bakugou is the embodiment of aroused, you’re sure you look it too. “we aren’t having sex on the side of the road.”
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.
“we aren’t?”
bakugou isn’t like this usually. he’s never all over women, desperate to touch them as soon as he’s 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. he’s definitely never been so attracted to someone he’s willing to tease them outdoors on the side of a road but you’re looking at him the same way he is looking at you, like you want him desperately. there’s 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.
“no! you need to look at my car, katsuki.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, he has people to look at his car, he doesn’t really know too much about them aside from the basics. but if a pretty woman asks for assistance he’s not saying no.
he rounds to the front of your car, “is kenj at nursery?”
“yup. he was having a tantrum this morning about wanting to wear his orange crocs till he remembered they were at yours.”
you stand with your arms crossed as bakugou opens your car bonnet, wafting his hands to rid the smoke.
“i did ask him if he wanted to bring them to yours and he said no. i’ll just stuff them in his bag next time.”
you hum in agreement, transfixed by your baby father’s 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, “you look gorgeous. didn’t say that before.”
“you didn’t have to say it, you were all over me.” you scoff, though you soften under his gaze, “thanks. what’s the car saying?”
“your exhaust is busted again. and there’s a leak back here.” then he stands, giving you a once over, “i think your shitbox is dead though i can try sort the leak. i have a tool box in my car.”
you smile at him, gold necklace glittering around your neck and bakugou feels a breath halt in his throat. he wasn’t lying, you are gorgeous, beautiful, you texted him for help. “thank you! i’ll call car repairs for them to pick her up. i think she’s still worth saving.”
bakugou rolls his eyes adoringly, walking over to his car boot. “wishful thinkin’, sweetheart.”
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. you’re useless at this moment, arms behind your back, pretending to be helpful and looking in the engine but you honestly can’t tell who from what.
“do you want some water? i’ve got a spare bottle inside?”
bakugou hums, “if you don’t mind, baby.”
you open your car door to grab it, throwing it over to him and he catches with ease. he drinks like he hasn’t for days, his adam’s apple bobbing with every swallow and he’s got the nerve to look at you as he does it. it’s like a competition with himself, how fast he finishes it, scrunching the plastic in a single hand. it’s the scars along his arm that really catch your eye, the pink skin tissue wrapped around him like ribbon. it’s so pretty, a reminder of his strength of who he is.
“you’re so dramatic,” you whisper, though it doesn’t come out with as much sass as you intended. bakugou wipes across his mouth with the back of his hand.
his smirk is wicked, “only ‘cause you’re watchin’ me.”
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, “‘m done. the leaks stopped though best you call them now to come get it. i’ll drop you to wherever you were going, then i gotta go back to work.”
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, “thanks for helping me out.” you flicker your eyes up at him, “i really appreciate it.”
“yeah?” obsessed doesn’t cut it for bakugou. a grubby hand lands on your hip and he’s feels nervous when you eye him like this. your calculated touches and lingers to get him to do what you want, and fuck, he’s going to do it.
you nod softly, sliding your hand down his chest and brushing your fingers against his crotch. “i’ll just call them, only be a minute.”
bakugou doesn’t move away whilst you’re 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, “yeah, i had someone help with the….”
you look at him for the answer.
“exhaust box,” bakugou says, hand trailing down to rest on your ass. he doesn’t like being called someone, there’s so much more between you two. at least your baby daddy. he curses under his breath.
you’re 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 doesn’t 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.
“okay, okay, i’ll see you soon. thanks… yep thanks!” you’re quick to hang up, stuffing your phone in your back pocket.
“get inside the car,” you order, managing to make your voice sound somewhat authoritative as bakugou untangles from you.
“yes, baby,” 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, “there’s more space in my car.”
you notice how his arm is pressed against kenji’s car seat, his knee is jabbing the back of the drivers seat and if he’s not careful, his head will knock on the ceiling. still, you pout, “you’ve got a car seat too!”
“yeah and there’s still more space, baby.”
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 kenji’s seat and you place it in the front passenger seat.
“there. more space,” you mumble, not giving him time to reply because you’ve got your leg across his lap and bakugou adjusts easily, pushing you back down on the seat to rest his forearms by your head.
he’s never seen you like this, had you like this. usually, it’s 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 you’ve 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 it’s easier to kiss you but you said you liked them, so he’s willing to struggle for the moment.
“i’m too fuckin’ big for this shit,” he mumbles, but you’re looking at him eager and excited and he’s not about to deny you now. until he unbuttons your jeans and you deny him.
“wait. you’re not touching me with your grubby hands,” as much as you’d love him too, the black grime and grease from your engine is seriously putting you off.
“fuck,” 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 you’re moaning into his mouth. bakugou doesn’t realise you’re slowly pushing him up until he’s up against the seat, hands taped to your waist.
“actually,” and bakugou listens. hanging onto every word you say. “i wanted to do this last time… before you were annoying.”
bakugou’s cheeks flush red, a mixture of his embarrassment and you, you, getting on your knees and slotting yourself between his legs. you’re 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.
“you’re gonna be the death of me, y’know?” bakugou grumbles and if you didn’t know him you’d think he was irritated. maybe he is a little because he’d do anything for you if you asked and once you figure that out it’s game over. “you don’t have to do that.”
“but i want to. i really want to see you come.”
bakugou releases a low fuck as you shuffle down his shorts, just enough to pull out his cock. it’s the look on your face that gets him. you’re excited with your flared eyes, almost too excited as you bite the inside of your cheek.
to you, this is the first time you’ve ever seen bakugou like this. the first time you had sex, it was rushed, the room was dark and you touched him but didn’t 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 he’d be.
“stop fuckin’ lookin’ like that,” he grunts and he’s 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.
“like what?” you grip the base of his cock and the man rumbles, a deep inhale that has him leaning into your grip.
“so fuckin’ excited,” he’s 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. “what the fuck, baby?” 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.
“you should be nice to me, ‘ki.”
“you’re throwin’ out all the big guns callin’ me that.”
you squeeze him in your curled hands, just to see him jolt, growl at you. “‘ki? d’you like ‘ki?”
he chuckles like he’s in pain, resting his forearm on his forehead. the sight makes you shuffle on your knees, a dull throb ringing in your clit. “i’d love anythin’ you call me. fuck, just like that, baby.”
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.
“i’m doing good, ‘ki?”
“perfect, baby. w-wasn’t expectin’ this today.”
neither were you. when you think he’s as thick as he’s 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.
“you’re so pretty like this. all for me, fuck,”
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 he’s reached his limit, reaching for your hand on his thigh and intertwining his fingers with yours. you’re not surprised he likes holding hands during head.
“if you keep doin’ that, i’m gonna come, baby. you’re doin’ so good, wanna fuckin’ keep you,” 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, ask—
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.
“c’mon pretty girl, fuck, you’re so—,”
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.
it’s 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. you’re not surprised to see he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s 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 there’s a knock on your window, one that causes you to scream into bakugou’s mouth and bakugou pulls off you with a, “hah?”
your chest is heaving, breasts in bakugou’s face with every breath. “oh shit, i forgot the car guys are coming.” you wipe at your eyes, blinking your raging hormones away, “d’you think they saw me—”
bakugou shakes his head, kissing your forehead and tucking himself away in his underwear. there’s no chance they saw him with his dick out, he was practically stuck to you.
“nah baby, i woulda heard if they pulled up earlier and the windows were fogged”
he adjusts his glasses on his nose, pulls up your vest where a breast was about to fall out. “d’you want me to talk to them?”
you give him a shy nod, “give me two seconds.”
you fix your hair when bakugou slides out and you listen to their conversation outside. you laugh behind your palm, you’ve never done anything in a car before besides kissing. definitely not during the day with the chance of being caught. fuck, you hope he didn’t see anything.
when you finally hop out, bakugou’s 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.
“he didn’t see anything, did he?”
bakugou shakes his head, “nah. he apologised for takin’ so long when we couldn’t turn the air con on in this heat.”
he slings an arm around your shoulder, looking ahead, “i know you’ve been wonderin’ why i haven’t asked you on a date yet.”
you glare up at him, “you think?”
bakugou grins pulling out an envelope from his shorts pocket, “it’s a bit creased from us fuckin’ around but—,”
bakugou’s ugly chicken scrawl is on the front, your name in a black ballpoint pen. “what is it?” you ask, snatching it from his hand.
“so i know it’s not gonna exactly be alone time b-but i thought you’d enjoy it. i was waitin’ for the invitations to come out to ask you to be my plus one.”
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, “i’m your plus one to a hero gala? this is like those princess ball events!”
bakugou feels like a weight has lifted off his shoulders, thank fuck he asked you. “i usually hate these events, always try and get outta them but i know you like dressin’ up and it’s for a good cause.”
then you read the invite again, slower this time to find the words, charity for disadvantaged children. “is this because of the day i cried? about work?”
bakugou nods, trying to read your expression, “yeah, thought you’d actually be interested in talkin’ to the people there and people are gonna wanna talk to you, seein’ as you do just as much as us heroes do.”
“you’re crazy, bakugou katsuki,” you grin, jabbing his chest.
of course, he’d 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.
“so are you comin’? is that okay?” he’s squeezing you to him with your neck in the crook of his elbow, looking down at you to finally gather your thoughts. “our next date will be just us, promise.”
you’re nodding before he finishes his sentence, “yeah, yes. this is really cool, i’m looking forward to it.”
bakugou grins, kissing your cheek, “good.” then he eyes the mechanic surrounded by multiple tool boxes, his legs practically dangling out of your car, “i bet you he’s gonna say the same shit i said. your car’s going in the dump, sweetheart.”
you slap his chest, “don’t say that! wishful thinking!”
“i’ll just buy you a new one.”
“do not do that, katsuki.”
“what if i say it’s for kenji?”
“kenji can’t drive—,”
“hey dynamight, miss yn,” the mechanic stumbles over, a man the same age as you and bakugou, midnight black hair and freckles. you don’t miss how he stares at you, longer than necessary then he looks to bakugou to talk about your car. “so i’m sorry to say i’m probably going to have to take it to the shop—,”
“talk to yn, it’s her car,” bakugou says in a grunt. you do a closed lipped smile at the guy and he blushes, a burgundy red flooding his cheeks. bakugou doesn’t try to hide his muttered, “fuck sake.”
“sorry, it’s because i was talking to you first… sorry. so i’m going to have to take your car to the shop, to see if i can find extra parts to fix it but it’s looking likely we’re going to have to dump it. i’m not sure how it even lasted this long.”
you pout at your little red car, hands holding bakugou’s forearm on your shoulder. you’ve had it for years, the first car you’ve driven kenji in, getting it probably third-hand online off of a second hand site. you’re going to miss her.
“oh okay. thank you for all your help, i’ll stay in contact,” you nod, you won’t admit it to bakugou, but you knew it was her time. “i’ll just take out my stuff and you can take her.”
bakugou helps to bring kenji’s car seat into his car, along with your bag, spare car blanket and any other bits and bobs you had lying around.
“he wanted you. fuckin’ idiot. should have blasted him into next week,” 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 mechanic’s truck. “he was cute.”
“hah? what the fuh—,”
you hold your baby father’s jaw with your thumb and pointer finger, amused at how quickly his face can go from beautiful to scrunched up and annoyed.
“i’m joking. not as cute as you in those glasses.”
now it’s bakugou’s 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 o’clock shadow, the prickle beneath your fingers.
before he has a chance to reply verbally, your eyes light up in remembrance.
“i’m going to have to ask your mum to look after kenji this weekend. my mum’s on a city break,” then you grin slightly, tomfoolery brewing inside of you. bakugou kisses your palm, starting his car, “this why you don’t date your baby father, i usually leave him with you when i go on dates.”
he swings his head to glare at you, “why are you insisin’ on botherin’ me? should have had our date at a farm and i’d leave you there.”
you giggle and bakugou’s hand finds your thigh as he begins to drive, “where am i takin’ you? i already know the agency is blowin’ up my phone.”
you huff, sue you for wanting to spend more time with him, “just take me home, i had a hair appointment originally but i rescheduled it. you sure i can’t interest you in perhaps, coming back home with me, laying in bed… perhaps naked?”
he grips your bare thigh tightly, taking his eyes off the road for a second to glance at you, “who knew you’d be such a menace? i fuckin’ wish i could but i swear next time i’m gonna have you over my knee.”
your eyes widen, “katsuki!”
you’d enjoy that, a lot actually.
“but thank you for earlier, i really fuckin’ enjoyed that. i hate leavin’ you like this.”
untouched, unsatisfied but you shake your head, “you don’t have to thank me for that. it’s sweet you think you do but next time.”
your last two words make the tension visible in the car, a hot bubble you’re both trapped in. bakugou sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and stares over at yours, “yeah baby, next time.”
katsuki: If you do want a new dress send me it and I’ll buy it for you
katsuki: Don’t buy one yourself
You: noooo it’s fine i already have one i haven’t worn yet
katsuki: Can’t wait to see you baby gonna be so fucking pretty
katsuki: Also my mum can look after Kenj
katsuki: She’s gonna ask so many fucking questions
PART 4 / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / SOMETHING ELSE
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