Hiiiiiii I send an request by a different account called @honeyxbeexqueen I was logged out of it by mistake and can’t get back in, so I was wondering whenever you write my request (which you honestly can ignore if you want) if you can add this account instead of the other one. thx
Love uuu <333
So the original ask was:
Pfffft! Like I would ignore such a golden nugget of an idea! 💁🏼♀️ Quite to the contrary, I owe you a debt of gratitude for it! 🙏🏼I’ve never written Bakugou x babysitter before so I was sooooo excited when I saw your ask! 🤩 Yes, darling, the pleasure is all mine. 😉 I hope you like it. Love u you more, bestie! 💖💞💖
A/N: Got a little carried away with this one. My head was just so flippin' full. 📙 Chapter 2 will be is chock full of nsfw content.
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Mari: I’m leaving my place now. You ready?
You: Almost! Just finishing my hair. I’ll meet you there, don’t worry!
Mari: are you wearing that dress you showed me the other day?
You: maybe. 😉
Mari: Ugh, girl, that little number should require a license to wear it. I can’t wait to see you in it! 😻
You shook your head and laughed, setting your phone back down on your vanity to put the last pin in your updo. You grabbed your clutch, double-checking to make sure you had everything you needed in it: ID, keys, cash and card, lipstick. With your phone in hand you stood up and took a look at yourself in the full-length cheval mirror, pleased as punch with how well you’d put yourself together for a night out with the girls. You smiled and winked at your reflection before taking a selfie and walking towards your front door.
You were putting your strappy black heels on when another text notification dinged. You laughed and reached beside you to pick it up, saying “Oh my god, Mari, I’m c-“. You trailed off when you saw who it was.
Bakugou: Just got called in. How soon can you be here?
You: On my way. Be there in 5.
You began to take your heels back off when a wicked thought crossed your mind and you decided to leave them on.
Under any other circumstances you would've been disappointed to have to miss girls' night out, but your afterhours boss was sex on legs, so it didn’t hurt your feelings one bit to have to go to his place at the last minute. You grabbed your clutch and walked out the door towards the elevator. While you waited for the doors to open you sent a text to your friend in wait.
You: Dynamight got called in. I’m heading to his place. I’m so sorry. Maybe he’ll be back soon and I can meet up with y’all later. 🥺
Mari: Shit, are you kidding me? Ugh, he’s lucky he’s so damn hot. 😏 Wait! aRE YOU STILL WEARING THE DRESS??? 😳🤭
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You stepped inside and replied, giggling.
You: I didn’t have time to change! Besides, I think it’ll be fun to toy with him a little. 😈
Mari: You slut! Ohhh I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he sees you!
The elevator stopped on his floor and you stepped out, gracefully making your way down the long corridor towards his apartment, your smooth, sexy legs flexing with every step.
You’d been his son's nighttime babysitter for a few months now. You needed some extra income to help pay off your student debt as a massage therapist. This was the perfect solution – The Sexiest Man Alive™ paying you cash money to spend time with his son, The Most Adorable Child In The World™. One of Bakugou’s criteria for the job had been that the candidate must live close enough to him to be able to get there in less than 10 minutes. You living in the same building gave you a huge advantage over the other applicants since you could be there in less than five.
You stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath, somewhat nervous about him seeing you dressed like this. You hoped he wouldn’t be upset considering you were there to babysit his 3-year-old son. Maybe your attire was inappropriate. Too late to worry about that now. You shrugged and knocked on the door. His voice called out from inside, “Door’s open, come in!”
You slowly walked inside to see Katsuki with his back turned to you, leaning over with one foot propped on a stool in the genkan, tightening the straps on his boots. You admired the way his summertime hero costume detailed every dip and striation of his back and shoulder muscles as he tugged on the straps.
“Hey, I made it!”
He looked over his shoulder at you and did a disorienting double-take, nearly losing his balance in the process. You brought your fingers to your lips, pressing them together to stifle a giggle. Oh, this is going to be delightfully fun.
You looked down at yourself and said, “Sorry about this, I was just about to go meet up with some friends when you texted. If this is inappropriate, I can go home and change real quick".
He trained his eyes back onto his boot straps. “Not enough time. I get it, it’s Friday night. It’s not a big deal, but if you feel like it you can grab one of my shirts from my closet”.
“Okay, yeah. Thanks. I think I’ll take you up on that”.
He stood, his eyes traveling every peak and valley of your form in that scandalous dress. It was black in its entirety, save some subtle silver trim along the tiny straps and top and bottom hems. It framed your breasts beautifully, dipping slightly between them, hugging every delectable curve of your body before ending snugly around the middle of your luscious thighs.
“Miss (y/n)!!!”
“There he is! My bestest 3 year old friend in the whole wide world!”
Kazan ran to you, oblivious to your appearance, throwing his arms around you. You scooped him up and bounced him on your hip. “Guess what, Miss (y/n)?”
“Oh my gosh, what?”
“I’m compwetwey potty twained now!”
Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth in surprise. “You are?! Oh, Kaz, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! High five!”
He slapped his hand up to yours, giggling and beaming with pride.
“Haven't had any accidents yet, but still wearing pull-ups overnight, just in case. He’s already had dinner and a bath. We'd just started his favorite movie when I got the call and I promised him you’d watch it with him. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry. Hopefully this won’t take all night”.
“Got it, now go. The citizens of this city are counting on you to keep them safe, Dynamight!”
“Go Daddy! High five!”
Bakugou glanced at you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before high-fiving his son. “C'mere, buddy. Give me a hug before I go”.
Kazan reached for his father, who easily lifted him from your arms. He put a tiny hand on either side of his dad’s face and kissed him, the sheer cuteness causing your heart to nearly leap out of your chest. Then he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck and laid his head down on his shoulder. “I luh you, Daddy”.
Bakugou closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his son’s hair and whispered, “I love you, too, son. More than you’ll ever know. Be good for Miss (y/n), 'kay?”
“Yes, sir”.
Katsuki looked over at you, nodding for you to take his little boy. This part was never easy, but you gave the pro hero a pained smile and said, “Alright, Kaz, come on”. He lifted his head and looked at you, a small smile spreading across his adorable baby face. He reached for you, twisting his body as Katsuki loosened his hold on him. “S’okay, Katsuki, you better get going”. You looked at Kaz and continued, “I’ll take extra special wonderful care of mini-Bakugou here”.
“Thanks”. A single corner of his mouth turned upwards in a small smile. "I know you will".
With Kazan on your hip, you followed the tall blond to his floor-to-ceiling glass balcony doors as he slid them open and stepped out. You kept Kaz just this side of the open sliding glass door and Bakugou turned back to look at you. “Lock it and draw the shades once I’m gone”, he reminded you. You gave him a quick nod, reassuring him that you and his son would not be on full display in his high-rise apartment while he couldn't be there to protect you.
What began as small sparks in his palms quickly gave rise to blasts strong enough to launch himself outward in the direction of the city’s east side where other heroes were gathering to bring down whatever asshole had decided to ruin his quiet evening in.
As he propelled himself, his mind was taken off of that when he remembered you standing in front of his apartment door. Wearing that dress that looked so good on you that it, in his estimation, needed to be taken off. He shook his head, trying to will the image of you out of his mind lest he get an unfortunately timed erection. He needed to focus on the upcoming battle, but he could’ve sworn you gave him a certain look. He could see it in your smile, that nearly imperceptible look in your eye that made him lift an eyebrow. She was doing that shit on purpose.
But what really did him in was the way the black material of your dress lowkey made him jealous the way it pushed itself against your ass when you bent over to take off your shoes.
During the course of the past few months, he’d watched you come and go in relaxed t-shirts and shorts, tight t-shirts and yoga pants, messy buns and flowing hair, and various combinations of all the above. But he'd never seen you wear as much makeup as you had on tonight. Sometimes he’d see you with your glasses on when he’d come home to find you reading on his sofa. As beautiful and glamorous as you looked this evening, those were the times you looked the sexiest, he’d always thought.
But the sight of you in that dress would be forever burned into his spank bank and he couldn’t wait to make this villain his bitch so he could get back home and cash in on his fantasy fodder with his right hand and make a deposit into his left.
You looked over at Kazan, who had his finger in his mouth, looking at the door through which his father had just left. "Hey", you whispered. He looked at you with the same sharp crimson eyes as his father, albeit much sweeter and softer. "Daddy's gonna be back before you know it. He's one tough son of a gun and I know he's going to do everything in his power to come back home. And he's got a looooooot of power!", you said, tickling his tiny belly. Kazan hissed out a laugh. "So, whaddya say? Popcorn and a movie?"
He grinned and nodded emphatically, still chewing on his finger.
You set him down on his feet and he padded through the living room and crawled up on the sofa while you fetched the popcorn from the pantry and put it in the microwave. "Miss (y/n), look!"
He held up a large children's book and said, "I'm leawning how to wead. Can I show you?"
"Of course, Kaz! I'd love for you to read to me".
You picked him up and sat him down on the countertop with his book. He flipped it open to the first page and started reading it. You couldn't believe it. You peeked over the edge of the book and the boy was reading the words on the page. "Wow, Kaaaaaz! That is incredible! Looks like you're a little smarty pants just like your Daddy!"
He smiled, "My Daddy is the smartest daddy in the whole world!"
"He is very, very intelligent!", you nodded in agreement.
His tiny little brow furrowed. "What does intewiwigent mean, Miss (y/n)?"
You chuckled at him. "It's a really big word that means smart". The microwave beeped and you helped Kaz back down to the floor. "Alright, we've gotta wait on the popcorn to cool off for a minute. Let's both go potty before we start the movie, okay?"
He nodded and started to run towards the hall bathroom. "No running, Kaz!"
He slowed down and walked the rest of the way, still chewing on his finger.
You went into Bakugou's room, his scent hitting your nose like a pheromone-laced aphrodisiac. Gods, I want to bury myself in his bed and die a happy woman. You rummaged through the t-shirts in his closet, most of them black, and pulled one over your head, so long on you due to your height difference that it covered your dress. You walked over to the bathroom mirror and pulled the pins out of your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders in big, loose curls. You sighed with relief, already starting to feel more comfortable.
You re-joined Kaz in the living room, whose sharp crimson eyes lit up at you. "Miss (y/n), youw haiw is so pwetty! And you'we weawing Daddy's shirt!"
"Oh, thank you, my love! I feel a lot more comfortable and ready to cuddle with the cutest boy ever", you said with a wink. You grabbed a big bowl of popcorn for the two of you to share and curled up on the couch with the boy. He wasted no time snuggling right up to you while you pulled the blanket over both pairs of legs.
"You smell like Daddy, Miss (y/n)". He reached out and stroked your hair with his little hand and said, "It's so soft". Kazan, you suspected, would grow up to be a lady-killer just like his dad.
You ran your fingers through his spiky blond hair and said, "Ooh, yours is soft too, love".
"Daddy's haiw is soft too!", he said smiling before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
One thing was for sure - Kazan absolutely worshipped the ground his father walked on. He was his hero, in every single sense of the word. And every time you saw Katsuki look at his son, it was easy to see that he would lay his life down for his child with about as much thought as he puts into beating his own heart to stay alive. Truth be told, you'd grown to care for the boy as if he were your own and would gladly do the same. Katsuki could see that and tacitly trusted you with his little boy.
You woke up leaning back against the sofa right as the end credits were rolling. The little ball of heat curled up beside you was fast asleep with his little lips slightly parted. You shifted slowly so that you could pull him into your arms without waking him. You inched your way to the edge of the sofa and stood up to carry him back to his room. After laying him down in his twin bed you tucked him in and whispered, "Sweet dreams, handsome prince".
You looked at the little clock on top of his dresser. 10pm. After dragging yourself back into the living room, you plopped back down onto the couch and shot your roommate a quick text to let her know you wouldn't be returning home for a while. You turned off the table lamp and the tv, sinking down into the plush couch. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and within minutes you were out cold again.
It was around 1am when Bakugou let himself in quietly. He'd come straight home, too tired to even shower at the agency first. Once his boots were off, he stepped up from the genkan, scanning his home to find you sound asleep on the couch. You looked too peaceful to wake up so he opted to leave you be, heading to Kazan's bedroom to check on him and kiss his forehead.
From there, his journey on the way to his bathroom led him through the living room again. That's when he noticed the blanket had slid off your side. He reached down to cover you back up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile at the sight of you in his shirt when his eyes caught a scrap of black lace. The bottom of that taunting dress had hiked up, your butt cheeks playing peekaboo with the sheer material barely covering your distinct pussy lips. He nearly groaned out loud. Fuck me. He quickly covered you up and headed straight back to his bathroom where he fought to get the outline of your plump cunt lips out of his mind.
He hadn't meant to look - it was just there when his eyes trailed down. Jesus Christ, it's been too damn long. He tried to stop imagining moving that lace to one side and tasting you.
By the time he finished his shower, he'd calmed down. He put on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats and headed back towards the kitchen to get some water to take to bed. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw you standing up, folding the blanket. "It's late".
He'd spoken softly, but he startled you and you squeaked, "Shit!" You took a deep breath with your hand over your heart and let out an equally deep sigh. "Thank gods it's you. Scared the shit out of me, Katsuki".
He chuckled and said, "And here I was tryin not to scare you". He walked over and took the blanket from you, tossing it onto the couch. "Stay". You blinked at him. "It's too late and you're obviously tired. You're welcome to sleep on the couch. I'll wake you up in the morning...unless Kaz beats me to it".
You nodded. "Okay, thanks".
"You want a pair of my boxers or something to sleep in? I can't imagine that dress is the most comfortable sleepwear".
"Oh no, this is fine. I've already troubled you enough".
He rolled his eyes and walked over towards the kitchen. "Tch, you're no trouble. It's the least I can do for all you do for Kaz".
You trailed behind him. "Stop it, Katsu, that's what you pay me to do".
He grunted. "Yeah, but you mean a lot to him, and I know he means a lot to you. And there's no amount of money that can pay for that". He grabbed 2 bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door, handing one to you.
"Thanks". He rolled his right shoulder and winced, rubbing it with his left hand. "You okay?"
"Fine. Just some muscle strain is all. The recoil from my explosions tonight didn't fuckin help".
"You want me to see what I can do?"
A small crease appeared between his eyebrows as he looked over at you, confused for a moment until he remembered. "Ah, right. Masseuse". - "Massage therapist" - "Right". He weighed his options and wondered if it would be crossing a line, but you were professionally trained and had offered after all. "Sure".
You patted one of the dining room chairs and said, "Come sit here and face the back".
He sat backwards in the chair and pulled his shirt off, exposing his naked torso to you for the first time. Oh fuck me, he is so fucking sexy! "Just rest your head against the back of it and relax your arms". You rubbed your hands together to help warm them up before placing one on each shoulder.
He flinched, "Fuck, that's cold".
You jerked your hands away, "I'm so sorry...hang on, I'll run them under warm water for a minute".
He rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at you. "Tch, just come around here".
You rounded the chair and he held out his hands, motioning for you to do the same. You put your hands out and he folded his over them, the heat immediately soaking through your skin right down to your core, and you moaned breathlessly. He arched an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face, making you blush and look away. "Sorry, couldn't help it. It feels really nice".
He held your hands like that for another minute or so before releasing them. "Now try".
You moved back around behind him as he rested his head against the back of the chair again. You lowered your hands to his shoulders and he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit more. You eased your hands over the sculpted surface of his skin, so warm and smooth save for a few scars here and there. "Your right shoulder blade is a lot warmer than the rest of your upper back".
You could feel the vibration of his voice against your hands when he mumbled, "'S where most of the pain is".
You hummed in acknowledgement. Starting with your thumbs on either side of his spine you applied some pressure and pushed outward towards his sides, a knot next to his shoulder blade popping under your right thumb, the motion throughout which he groaned. Bringing them back to center, you placed your thumbs a bit higher than before and repeated the same technique, slow and deep. Again, plucking the same band of muscle like a tightly wound guitar string. You repeated this all the way up to the back of his neck and across the tops of his shoulders before kneading his deltoids, drawing another rumbling groan from Pro Hero Dynamight. Amused, you asked, "Feel good?"
"Oh my fucking god", he grumbled. "I think I need to hire you as my personal masseuse too". - "Massage therapist", you corrected, but he was oblivious. Determined to loosen that long, tight band of knotted muscle that ran the length of his shoulder, you lined the pads of your thumbs up along the inside edge of his shoulder blade and pushed down and across at the same time. "Ahh fuck!"
Stopping to check in, you said, "You good?"
"You fuckin kiddin me? Never felt fuckin better, fuck. God, don't stop, (y/n)". The use of your name in that statement filled your mind with other situations in which those words might apply. You repeated the same technique around the entire edge of his scapula, the muscle having given way considerably by the time you were done a few minutes later. The man leaning against the back of the chair had been reduced to a mumbling puddle.
"That should help a little".
"A little?" He raised up and looked at you, punch drunk on a healthy dose of feel-good hormones. "Woman, that was better than most of the sex I've had".
You chuckled. "You must've had a lot of shitty sex".
His laughter ripped through the dining room walls. "...Ohh shit, I think I'll just stay here and sleep". He slumped forward against the chair and you placed a hand on his back.
"If you do that, you'll wake up in more pain than before. You need to drink plenty of water to flush out all the lactic acid that's been released from your muscles". You held out the water he'd taken out of the fridge earlier. He turned around so he could lean back against the chair, raising a wobbly arm to take the bottle of water from you. You couldn't help but stare at his perfect 8-pack, framed by a beautifully sculpted pair of obliques.
"Like what you see?"
Oh shit, damnit. You laughed nervously. "S-sorry. It's not every day that I see such well-defined...never mind". You shook your head and covered your reddening face.
He huffed. "S'okay, there's nothin to be ashamed of. I'm flattered".
You peeked through your fingers, "You are?"
He smirked. "How 'bout this?" He leaned forward in the chair. "You looked downright devastating tonight. Even now with your hair down and my shirt hiding your curves, you look ravishing. There, now we're even".
"I do?"
"C'mere". You walked towards him and he gently lowered your hands away from your face. "Don't hide from me. Let me see ya". You couldn't believe what was happening, but you were not about to stop him. "At the risk of bein' forward, and you can slap me and storm out of here if you want, but I have ta ask. Can I see ya in that dress again without my shirt on?"
You looked down, pinching the soft material between your thumb and finger. You pulled your arms into the sleeves and removed it, leaning your head back to run your fingers through your hair. Bakugou took his shirt from your hand and laid it over one of his thighs. "Fuck". He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth and shook his head, his eyes devouring every inch of your enticing body. "Stunning".
Feeling bold, you took three steps towards him, stopping between his legs and said, "You wanna touch me, don't you?"
"I’d be lyin if I said I don’t".
You reached down and picked up one of his hands, brushing your lips and raking your teeth against the skin of his knuckles. Hazarding a look directly into his fiery gaze you whispered, "Then touch me, Katsuki".
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