Kakashi's Girl

It was almost midnight. Both you and Toji had yet to sleep.

Slowly combing your hair, you silently wait in your bedroom for Toji to walk in. You started second-guessing if he had decided to sleep in Megumi's room for the night as he was away at Yuji's.

But your—subtle—prayers were answered when Toji entered the bedroom.

Toji felt a swirl of confusion and a hint of fear as he caught sight of your smile after weeks of silence.

Your cheeks were tinged with a rosy hue, and an irresistible glow radiated from your face, filling the room with an unexpected warmth.

The sheer joy in your expression was captivating, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it, even amid his uncertainty.

"Come!" you said excitedly, waving your hand towards yourself in a motion to hurry him over.

He approaches with a mix of hesitation and resolve, his footsteps resonating with the palpable weight of uncertainty.

With each careful step, the tension hangs in the air, threatening to trip him up and add to the lingering doubt in his mind.

He slid under the covers beside you, but kept his distance, trying to avoid skin contact for your sake. His eyes never left you though, watching you with confusion.

The confusion only grew as you moved closer to him, with your right hand on his closest shoulder and the other wrapped around his abdomen.

His breath caught in his throat, a tantalizing shiver running down his spine as your soft lips brushed the delicate skin of his neck.

You lingered there for a moment, savoring the intimacy, before trailing small, deliberate kisses along his collarbone, each touch igniting a warm flutter of anticipation within him.

"Everything okay?"

You heard him. But you answered with more fervent kisses along his jaw.

He caved. At least you thought he did.

Humming as he finally touched you, his hand was placed on your collar and you get a slight pressure against your throat.

Your kisses moved higher to his cheek, his hands mimicking the motion as it glided across your neck, as he finally used his thumb to make you face him, using your jaw as a steer.

"What's going on in that fucked-up brain of yours?" He jokes yet keeps his intentions clear. He couldn't understand where the sudden affection came from.

"Missed you..."

"You didn't miss me for a long time." He retorts as he now holds your face, cheeks squishing to make you pout.

"I always miss you." You whisper gently, your voice barely above a breath, as he delicately runs his fingers along the contours of your face, exploring every curve and angle with a tender touch.

With a surge of excitement, you leaned in close, your heart racing as you poised yourself for a kiss. However, just as your lips were about to meet, he instinctively pulled back, denying you the connection you craved.

You did it again, he denied you once more.

Truly pouting this time, you don't give him a moment to retaliate as you straddle him beneath the sheets.

He pushes the blanket off the two of you, his hands finding their place on your bare hips.

'Oh fuck...' he swore as he admired your naked skin. His eyes were drawn to your glistening folds, but he compelled himself to maintain eye contact with you.

He would not do anything unless he's certain everything is settled.

He would not.

He would only avert his eyes as you slipped off your camisole which was the only piece of clothing you had on.

He would keep a poker face as you guided his hand to your lips, softly sucking on two of his fingers.

He would control himself, even as you glided your pussy along his stomach and moaned his name softly.

Shit.

He couldn't.

Your loud gasp was inevitable when he began kissing your neck. His weight pushed you down onto the mattress as his hand leveraged your legs apart.

Every caress on your inner thighs had you trembling with much need. Your pussy was warm when he touched you, two of the same fingers that were in your mouth were now stuffed in your walls.

He only thrusted them in and out with a sensual, slow pace. As if he were familiarizing himself with your inner workings all over again.

But, he was aware this would stimulate you just enough and not bring you to your desperate release.

And when his lips finally met yours, he melted.

He begins curling his fingers, locating the ribbed muscle within your walls that always had your eyes rolling back.

Finding it with practiced ease, he built you up to the euphoric pressure with every touch. And although this might have been enough for you, it wasn't for him.

After being deprived of you for a lot longer than he would have liked, he had only one reason for doing what he did next.

With little to no effort, your legs were propped over his shoulder, his tongue delving into your folds, slowly lapping at your cunt.

He wanted to taste you.

As he buried his head deeper between your legs, your fingers entangled themselves in his hair, body writhing with every ministration of the wet muscle.

His nose buried into the bush that had been formed due to your lack of grooming the past weeks, his tongue delved into your walls, finding the same spot his fingers had seconds prior.

You felt shy despite having fucked Toji hundreds of times with hair adorning your pussy, but still felt compelled to ask—

"I hope you don't mind...." You gulp once as your words make him back away from your heat and look at you.

"Never."

He mutters, tongue sticking out and pressing it flat on your spread-out folds, slowly furthering the lick to your clit before placing a kiss on your pussy.

It hadn't been the sensation...not really. But the intensity of his gaze as he committed such a filthy action that had your toes curling.

Once again, his tongue buried itself inside you, this time unrelenting despite your thrashes and your thighs suffocating him.

Soon, you were seeing black as a result of your rolled-back eyes, face flushed as moans of pleasure erupted from your throat.

"Toji..." Moaning, you moved against him, the weeks of pent-up tension coating his tongue.

Moving from your heat, he placed kisses along your inviting curves, his palm flat against your chest to ease your harsh breathing.

You craned your neck slightly to look at him clearly, and his eyes met yours.

Toji was a simple guy despite his complications. The years you spent together with him, you had watched his eyes go from dull to gaining a soft sparkle.

A testament of being content.

And as your gaze held his, you felt 8 years younger, back to when you first met Toji, and back to when he looked at you like that.

Leaning forward to sit up, you held his face in your hands, wiping his lips with your thumb.

"Toji...I'm s—" Barely getting the apology out, Toji swallowed your words, your lips moving fervently against each other.

"Later."

Gods...he felt like a teenager. Still high from the intimacy the two of you shared, Toji lay awake as you snored away beside him.

He had you nuzzled up against his chest, rubbing your back to provide a silent company.

Only faint traces of your body and the contents of the bedroom were notable in the dark of the night.

The darkness had been lonely for the past few weeks, but tonight it gave him a blank canvas to revisit the actions that took place mere hours before.

Sex has never been the smartest way of recovering from a fight, especially one as serious as this one.

Especially when the said fight had been prompted during sex.

You had always persisted that apologies should be made with words. The sex can come after.

Perhaps you had forgotten of this, choosing to apologize during your...coupling, which is precisely why he stopped you.

He didn't need to hear your apologies whilst you were dazed from the pleasure, only to regret it after.

But he barely gave you time to speak once he had fucked you well and good, choosing to soothe you into sleep.

As his thoughts ran on, a bright light illuminated a well portion of the room accompanied with a small 'PING!'. The source of it is your phone.

Closing his eyes at the disruption, he pulled you closer, waiting for the screen to turn black again. Only, before it could, another 'PING!' kept the brightness on.

Worried that it might bother your sleep, he moves to turn the phone. He was only about to turn the phone around when he caught a glimpse of a red heart beside the name.

'megumi's out like a light.'

'you asleep already princess?'

'making breakfast in morning...'

And the messages cut off.

Toji draws a sharp breath before placing your phone face down, turning away from you completely resulting in you whining in your slumber.

He had woken up before you, already started with his routine well before you. But when the shower started running, you had inevitably risen as well.

"Showering alone?"

This wasn't the most ethical decision. Trying to push past this fight, acting as if nothing's wrong was truly stupid.

"Mmm." Toji gave you a hum in acknowledgement.

You softly caressed his arms as your lips placed a kiss on his skin. The muscles on his back tensed at the contact, snapping him out of the daze.

"I'm done." he declares, walking away without a look back. You watch him leave, shock settling on your face.

This moment brought you back to very day all of this had begun.

It did hurt.

Concluding that Toji deserved some time away from you, you continue with your bath, erasing off everything that collected on your skin after last night.

Whilst you cleaned yourself, Toji had caved.

He shouldn't do this. He was the one who told you to find better love, so he shouldn't feel betrayed if another man was texting you.

But it was soon, even for you.

His feet had carried him back into the bedroom before he had properly decided anything.

Your phone still lay where you had left it on the nightstand, quiet now, screen dark.

Toji stood there for a moment, staring at it like it might accuse him of something.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

His fingers brushed the device before he could stop himself, lifting it with the same hesitation someone might use handling fragile glass.

The phone unlocked easily under his thumb, you had never hidden anything from him before, and that fact made the tightness in his chest worse.

The messages were still there. The same ones that he read in the middle of the night, not being sure if it had been a part of his dream.

He didn't scroll, or dig further. The one that taunted his very existence was enough..

'you asleep already princess?'

Toji's jaw tightened as his eyes lingered on that single word.

Princess.

Toji drew in a slow breath through his nose and placed the phone back exactly where it had been, screen facing down this time.

He had no right to feel anything about it.

He was the one who had said the words first.

Let's get divorced.

If someone else saw you and thought you were worth chasing, worth cherishing, worth calling something soft like princess, then maybe that was exactly the kind of person you deserved.

Someone who didn't hesitate.

Someone who didn't keep ghosts between them.

Toji dragged a hand down his face before pushing himself away from the nightstand. The house felt suffocatingly quiet as he made his way to the kitchen.

If he stayed in that room any longer, he would start thinking about things he had no right to think about.

The house was quiet by the time you finished your shower.

Steam still clung to your skin as you stepped out of the bathroom, hair damp and loosely tied behind your head so the strands wouldn't stick to your neck. The hallway smelled faintly of ginger and soy sauce, and it took only a moment for you to realize that Toji had already started breakfast.

You paused at the bedroom doorway.

This had always been your favorite part of the morning, the sweet domestic quiet before the day properly began. The faint clatter of dishes in the kitchen and the low hum of the stovetop burner.

It was the slow rhythm of a home waking up.

But today, that quiet felt different.

The memory of the way Toji had walked out of the bathroom earlier flashed unpleasantly through your mind. No explanation, no glance back, just a blunt declaration that he was done and the sound of his footsteps retreating down the hall.

Your fingers curled slightly against the doorframe.

You told yourself not to dwell on it and walked toward the kitchen.

The floor felt cool beneath your bare feet, and each step seemed louder than usual in the silence of the house.

Toji stood at the stove with his back to you, shoulders stiff beneath his shirt as he moved a spatula across the pan. The sound of eggs scraping against metal filled the room, sharp and rhythmic.

He didn't turn when you entered. For a moment, you simply stood there, unsure what to do with yourself.

Normally you would slip your arms around his waist from behind or steal a piece of whatever he was cooking. Normally he would complain halfheartedly while letting you do it anyway.

Today you stayed where you were.

"Rest well?" he said finally, his voice flat as he kept his attention on the pan.

You leaned against the counter beside him, resting your chin in your palm.

"Yes." you replied lightly, though your voice carried a cautious edge.

He hummed in response — not quite a conversation.

The smell of the food was comforting, but the tension in the room made it difficult to enjoy it.

Toji plated the eggs quickly and set one in front of you without meeting your eyes. You had reached forward to meet his hand halfway, but he pulled away almost immediately.

The small movement stung more than you expected.

You climbed onto one of the stools and began eating slowly, aware of how quiet the kitchen had become. 

Toji poured himself a cup of coffee before leaning against the opposite counter, arms folded across his chest.

He didn't touch the food he had made for himself.

The silence was deafening, and eventually you glanced up from your plate.

"You're not eating?" you asked, tilting your head slightly.

Toji shook his head once before taking a slow sip of his coffee.

"Not hungry," he said.

His tone was casual, but the tightness in his shoulders betrayed him.

You frowned faintly, though you didn't press the issue right away.

After a few more minutes you finished your meal and stood to rinse your bowl in the sink. When you reached for your phone on the counter, the screen lit up as you unlocked it.

Your eyes narrowed slightly when you saw the contact name.

"That fucking menace," you muttered under your breath.

Toji's head lifted almost immediately.

"What?" he asked, his voice sharper than he intended.

You waved the phone dismissively.

"Yuji's uncle," you said, rolling your eyes.

Recognition flickered across his face.

"Ah."

You typed out a short reply before setting the phone back down. Your expression remained mildly irritated, but otherwise unconcerned.

Toji watched the entire interaction carefully.

"You two talk a lot?" he asked after a moment.

You blinked at him in confusion.

"Huh?"

"That guy," he clarified, pushing himself off the counter slightly.

Realization dawned across your face and you shook your head.

"No," you said simply. "He was texting because Megumi stayed over. Just keeping me updated."

The explanation was simple. Logical.

It should have eased the tension sitting in his chest, but it didn't.

"You look like you swallowed something sour," you said lightly as you wiped your hands on a dish towel. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Toji replied immediately.

The word landed heavily between you.

You studied him for a moment before letting out a quiet sigh.

That word again.

Nothing.

You had grown to hate it.

chapter seven coming soon

a/n: just a chapter, maybe two left

𐔌 05 𐦯 Sheriff and the little intern newspaper girl

𐔌 06 𐦯 Somehow, whenever your asshole husband is out for work. He also returns home to see the town sheriff just leaving.

PASTOR!SUGURU GETO

heavy!religious themes. proceed at your own risk

𐔌 01 𐦯 Pastor’s wife

𐔌 05 𐦯 Teaching you to worship his god-given cock

𐔌 02 𐦯 You try to please him too but he just wants you to lie back

𐔌 04 𐦯 Getting you to confessing how wet you were during the sermon.

𐔌 03 𐦯 Pastor. geto says that this was the only way to rid you of your sinful toughts.

𐔌 06 𐦯 How he punishes the slut in his bed, so needy to touch herself without his permission

RANCHER!KENTO NANAMI

𐔌 01 𐦯 His fingers

𐔌 02 𐦯 Nanami’s grip

𐔌 03 𐦯 After finding his girl at the salon

𐔌 04 𐦯 Easing you through your first time

𐔌 05 𐦯 A peak through your bedroom window

𐔌 06 𐦯 A hardworker and his needy wife that waits for him patiently at night.

𐔌 07 𐦯 Your hardworking husband after a long day of hustle and bustle to make ends meet.

BOUNTY HUNTER!TOJI FUSHIGURO

𐔌 01 𐦯 Weakest pull out game

𐔌 02 𐦯 Save a horse and ride a cowboy

𐔌 03 𐦯 He'll change he swears, but for now, let him enjoy this

𐔌 04 𐦯 Toji and the bartender right after she gets off her shift.

𐔌 05 𐦯 When toji heard you were getting engaged...to a ranch boy. He was pissed.

“Married? To him?" "must’ve lost ya goddamn mind.”

𐔌 06 𐦯 The law and toji don’t mix very well. Not enough to be outlawed but definitely enough to not be anywhere near the sheriff's niece. Much less her bed.

“Your uncle’s gonna hang me if he catches me here, darlin’,” “Much less seein' my fingers in your wet pussy.”

𐔌 07 𐦯 How a simple talk to get Toji to pay some child support always ends up

“Yeah… that’s right. You’re not gonna come lookin’ for me anywhere after this, huh?” “Shit… I… might’ve busted in you again. Damn it… you kept rollin’ on me, ain’t my fault.”

OUTLAWED!RYOMEN SUKUNA

it is sukuna, proceed at your own risk

𐔌 01 𐦯 Breaking and entering

𐔌 01 𐦯 Using your mouth for his pleasure

𐔌 01 𐦯 He wasn't too happy to hear about your engagement

𐔌 01 𐦯 How he deals with that bar girl that snitched him out

𐔌 01 𐦯 The shady man you met at the saloon will forever be your best fuck

𐔌 01 𐦯 Sukuna was pissed to see you in the salon, asking around for him like you don't already know how dangerous that is

𐔌 01 𐦯 Everytime you think they got him, think hes finally behind those bars thats you were finally free, your ex comes into your bedroom that same night talkin' about some 'makin' sure you behave'

whose idea was it to partner you with fucking kirishima eijirou anyway?

(it was the bride's. you're a bridesmaid. he just also happens to be a groomsman.)

(the world has it out for you.)

(scratch that. ochaco and izuku have it out for you.)

"that's—uh—great," kirishima half-says, half-chuckles, shifting his weight on his other, fancy shoe-clad foot.

god. you're definitely weirding him out.

the pro-hero (uncomfortably, you think) clears his throat. "i'll go ahead, then—"

you gulp. "sure—"

you can only watch as kirishima hesitantly reaches out for both your hip and hand, eyes admittedly too focused on his timid approach to notice practically anything else.

(like the way he must be cringing in disgust.)

(okay. maybe you're being too harsh on yourself.)

it takes everything in you not to shiver when his delicate hold eventually lands on your clothed skin a moment later, nor when he gently clasps his right hand with yours.

"this okay?" kirishima asks quietly after a beat, peering at you almost—shyly?

(he's a gentleman. that's why. it's got nothing to do with how you're currently less than a foot away from each other.)

"yup," you retort lamely, looking at the ceiling, the floor, your assigned table, everyone around you—anything but him—as you both move minutely to the rhythm.

"do i look that bad?" kirishima jokingly asks after an awkward lull, catching you entirely off guard. your eyes snap to meet his as if on cue, your features contorted in palpable confusion, because why would he even think that?

what you end up saying, though, is something way milder.

and less incriminating: "huh?"

"i'm just kidding," kirishima chuckles—that darned boyish laugh of his—your eyes snagging on the way the sides of his eyes crinkle with the motion. "you seem to be refusing to look at me, is all."

no shit, you want to quip—not that you're capable of being playful—not now, of all times.

especially not when his hand is currently settled heavily on your waist.

"it's just—this wedding is really nice," you somehow manage to say after a second, forcing a smile on your face that you hope is friendly-and-not-at-all-nervous-passing. "ochaco and izuku really outdid themselves with the planning."

"right? and they barely took leaves from patrol," kirishima huffs, shaking his head—disbelief laced in his usually good-natured tone, "those two are beasts—i don't know how they did it."

"they probably had help," you reply honestly, glancing to where the newlywedded couple is currently finishing their slice of cake up front. you turn your attention back to kirishima, smiling, "i heard bakugou really pulled through in making up for izuku's indecisiveness."

kirishima laughs at that, much to your (embarrassing) delight. "that you heard right. he did so well, i'm actually really sure now about making him my best man."

as if on cue, you trip on your heel—essentially losing your balance—and you would've hit the marbled floor if it weren't for kirishima grabbing you by the waist with his pro-hero reflexes, pulling you close to him—

now, even a little less than a foot away.

"are you okay?" kirishima all but rasps, an almost homogenous mixture of surprise, alarm, and worry etched all over his features.

his hands are still wrapped around your middle.

"i'm fine," you croak, straightening up and taking a step back to put more distance between you and the redhead. his arms fall to his sides. "sorry 'bout that."

"it's okay. it was my fault, i think."

you snort. "it definitely wasn't, but thanks, anyway."

kirishima shakes his head. "i'm not exactly what you call a dancer, you see."

"really, you're good. i'm just clumsy."

"was it something i said?" kirishima chuckles again, although it's not exactly riddled with mirth this time. "because i'm not actually planning planning my wedding—it was just a thought—"

"no, really, it's nothi—"

"i actually don't even have a fiancée yet, let alone a girlfriend—"

"you don't have to explain yourself, kirishima-san."

"well, i want to," kirishima suddenly blurts out, leaving you both bug-eyed and staring at each other, at least until he looks away, suddenly seeming uncharacteristically unsure of himself.

he sighs, his gaze still averted. "i guess i just don't want you to misunderstand."

shit.

"i-i'm not misunderstanding anything," you squawk after a beat, head spinning in i-don't-know-what-the-fuck-is-happening.

(maybe he's just the type to want to get his point 100% across. right.)

whatever kirishima wanted you to say, however, it apparently wasn't that, because his boy-next-door countenance is now out of the proverbial window, replaced by an unusual—conflicted, even—frown.

"but you're still not getting it, though," he mutters more to himself than you.

"g-getting what?"

at that, he finally meets your eyes.

and for the second time tonight, you find yourself almost floored, only this time by the sheer determination reflected in his irises.

but not as much as by what he says next.

"that i like you, y/n."

a/n. i tried to challenge myself to write someone else aside from bakugou, and this was the result. please be kind lmfao. (1.2k)

"Deku- This is the fifthteenth question you've asked in the last twenty minutes. What's up?" You cut straight to the point.

"Just thinking- like- this much detail has to be tiring-"

"Yeah, it is. But so is every other job and yours even more so. What's the point?" He'd been acting dodgy but he didn't think you'd pick up so quickly.

He looked around the room for an excuse, change the direction of the conversation, but when he looked back at you, you were just squinting and analyzing him.

"Do you need more work done or something?"

"What- no! I just wanted to learn thi-" he cut himself off, thinking this might be the best cover, "I just want new boots, it's not my style" He was lying and it felt bitter in his mouth.

Yet that lie continued, him coming in every week for a suit change just so he could talk to you more, offer a shoulder to you if you needed it.

You were missing all your dad's calls, leaving abruptly, and acting off. He didn't know you but it was clear you were going through something.

Especially when you just became more distant as he tried to get closer. After about two months of weekly visits, you snapped.

"Are you seriously only friends with me cause the money?"

"No- What? Why would you think that?" he stumbled at your closed off expression, arms crossed and defensive. He just asked for another change.

"Every week you just ask for more, do you have any idea how expensive this is? Even the minor changes."

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't know. That wasn't my intention," he stepped toward you to try and show how bad he felt but you only stepped back.

"Then why?"

He took a deep breath, this was his opening whether he liked it or not, "I just saw the text your dad sent-"

You scoffed, "So your friends with me cause you feel bad for the sick girl? Classic hero." You snatched the notebook that had all the notes of his suit, shoving it in your bag carelessly rather than you're typical caulated way.

"No thats not it at all-"

"Save it," you glared.

"Why'd you give me the suit?" he blurted, having grabbed your bag and pinning it to the table

"Huh? Do you want more? Just leave. I'll pay for the suit still since you're a good hero-" you tugged your bag to try and free it with no use.

"I don't mean that- I just want to be your friend because of the reason you had behind giving me the suit-"

"Because it boosted your ego?"

"Can you shut up? You gave me the suit out of the goodness of your heart. You volunteer with puppies out of the goodness of your heart. That's what I started to love."

"Love? Really, that's what you call pity? Just cause you know I'm sick doesn't mean shit," you tugged the bag free, using your harsh words to loosen his grasp.

You walked away immediately, you weren't a project for someone to fix.

---

"confused?" you chuckle, finishing his sentence for him.

bakugou nods.

you shrug. "i don't know. i guess it just feels right to do so."

"have you talked about it with your therapist?"

"yeah. i wanted to discuss it with her first before i told anyone."

"how about your psychiatrist?"

"her too," you confirm, before once again looking up at him, the words suddenly lodged when you find him staring at you.

unabashedly.

you clear your throat awkwardly.

"you're-uh," you begin, peering down at your clenched fists where they're conveniently hidden under the table, "you're actually the first person i've announced this to. i wanted you to hear it from me. before anyone else could…you know."

"yeah."

"yeah," you parrot lamely, pulling your lips into a hopefully-not-as-awkward-as-it-feels smile.

a beat.

"i would've been pissed at you, you know."

you look up, surprised. "what?"

bakugou huffs, decidedly not meeting your eyes. "if you told anyone else before me. i would've been fucking mad at you."

you can't help it—your mouth breaks into a grin. "well, you are my best friend, after all."

and when he only scoffs in reply: "even if you did make me feel stupid for a minute there."

instantly, bakugou whips to frown at you. "what?"

you shrug, feeling mildly self-conscious, but choose to ignore the sensation in favor of well-deserved candor. "you looked so shocked. like the idea of my going back to school is so unfathomable to you."

"that's only because you literally spent the last two years morbidly suicidal, dipshit," bakugou spits with so much abhorrence you almost break character and laugh.

instead, your lips wobble in a sorry attempt to keep a straight face, which only earns you a half-hearted glare.

"i guess you have a point," you say honestly after a moment.

"you guess?" bakugou snorts.

"fine. you have a whole point."

"damn fucking straight."

you feel your brows furrow. "you're oddly worked up."

"sue me," bakugou almost barks, shooting you a look that would've been menacing had you not known him for the last n years. instead, it's only hilarious, but you know better than to let your mirth show on your face.

"i won't," you quip jokingly, your stomach threatening to do a backflip when bakugou only smirks handsomely in response. "i don't think i'd ever want to face you in a courtroom."

bakugou snickers, taking a sip of his brewed coffee. "don't fucking test me, and you won't."

"i won't test you, but you'll have to test me, though," you say, wincing. "my japanese is so rusty—my minor is gonna be the death of me."

"find somebody else. i ain't nobody's tutor."

you roll your eyes.

so much for being "fucking ecstatic" about you going back.

"fine," you relent, fixing your attention back on your laptop. "i'll just find a cute guy and have him do vocabs with me, then."

as if on cue, bakugou chokes on his spit.

a/n. i haven't written in so long and to be honest with y'all, i don't know what this is. i just know i wanted to write something self-ship coded and comforting for myself. enjoy this little katsuya drabble <3 (0.7k)

the love bakugou katsuki feels for his son is like no other. even though he sees him often, three times a week, this week four, he always looks older. like a day away from him and suddenly he’s going to pop out with a baritone voice and a beard. not yet though, chubby cheeks pressed against his knee and two little arms around his calf.

kenji, looks just like him and you. obviously from having a child together but it’s truly odd to see his own baby pictures come to life. his father’s wheat blonde but less spiky, leaning more to your hair texture at the end. and instead of his ruby eyes, he’s got yours, copy and pasted.

“hey papa! me and you today!”

“hey little man, you okay kenj?” he ruffles his sons hair and like a cat, kenji leans into it.

“ya! mama going!”

then bakugou lands on you, pupils dilated. where the fuck are you going looking like that?

it’s almost amusing, you in your brown suede mini skirt, black cowl neck top showing your tits, makeup done to literal perfection, little baguette handbag on one arm and then kenji’s deku green backpack hanging off your other arm.

your lips are glossy with these cat like eyelashes at the corner of your eyes. you look seductive, like a siren able to lure bakugou out to sea to drown. he’d definitely follow. he’s so careful to mind where his eyes go, not your cleavage, the glitter on your collarbones. also not the length of your legs in those kitten heels and mini skirt. there’s even a slither of stomach and bakugou wants to bite, wants to drag you back into his house and—

wait, where the hell are you going?

“thanks for taking him last minute! i completely forgot i had plans tonight.” you say, and your smile has bakugou’s next breath shaky.

it must be only him in the whole world who has a crush on his baby mama. the woman he’s never dated, only had sex with on a one night stand and has a whole child with.

bakugou sniffs, letting go of kenji so he can run off probably to all the toys he keeps in the living room.

“no problem, always wanna spend more time with him.” he states, crossing his arms. his pupils are about to drop past your chin when he blurts, “you’re not gonna be cold?”

you laugh, loud and sharp, “of course you’d say that. don’t worry, my jacket is in my car.”

“ah okay. you look good,” bakugou cringes inwardly. how the fuck did he flirt his way into your space the first time he met you? it’s been two years now and there’s almost no improvement. can you even be called friends?

you roll your eyes, clearly amused by him.

“thanks katsuki. i wanted to ask if you have any blister plasters? i feel one coming on.” you lift your left foot off the ground for a second, “first time wearing these!”

an excuse to scan the length of your legs, your smooth thighs, ankles, your feet in your little maroon kitten heels. are you going on a date?

a cough rumbles through bakugou, then he nods, “yeah, come inside. i’ll get you one.”

kenji is in the living room, surrounded by big puzzle blocks he’s cutely failing at putting together. “papa!” he shouts, running into the hallway to see you following after bakugou. kenji’s head tilts, a frown, “mama? here?”

a million thoughts rush through bakugou, reasons he can’t date you even if you ever want him back. kenji finds it weird that you’re even in this space. two spaces, mama’s house and papa’s house. everything about how you’ve parented kenji so far has been separate, very clearly separate.

“i’m leaving in a sec, kenj. just getting something from your papa.” and you perch up on a kitchen stool as bakugou reaches into his kitchen cupboard for the blister plasters. kenji comes to stand by you, two chunky puzzle pieces in hand.

“i brought his new books with him and these yoghurt raisins he’s been loving recently incase you didn’t have any,” you hum, resting your hand on kenji’s shoulder.

“damn, always changin’ his favourites. i just bulk bought those dino crackers,” bakugou sighs but it’s all love as he circles his island counter and gets down on his knees before you.

you’re in shock, jumping and crossing your legs over the other, “you don’t have to put it on me? i can do it?”

a hot hand on your ankle and your whole body vibrates with interest. you’re grateful your son deems the situation boring, toddling off back into the living room.

now bakugou katsuki, your baby father, the man who’s half your son and carries half of your sons last name is stupidly gorgeous. there’s a reason why you ended up in bed with him that one and only time, with his thick arms, you can see a two veins running through each of them and his eyes make you want to moan. a deep ruby red that practically twinkle when they look at you. his attention makes you feel powerful, probably the reason he’s so good at running a hero agency, you’d comfortably leave your life in his hands.

and now, with those nerdy cute glasses on his nose bridge, somehow looking like a model with his fluffed up hair and the sight of dino crackers in a tub behind him labelled ‘KENJI’S SNACKS BACK OFF!!’ made by your son, makes you swoon.

you’re the definition of flustered with this strong, domestic, burly man on his knees with a blister plaster in his hand. he could see directly up your skirt if he wanted to.

“nah, it’s fine. this shit doesn’t bother me.” he blinks expectantly waiting for you to hand him your foot.

swears only when your child is away. you wearing your slutty little outfit with this gorgeous man in his sweats and somehow you feel like a princess with him sliding a glass slipper onto your foot.

“you gonna let me or do you wanna just do it?” he removes his hand from your ankle.

you’ve seen clips of bakugou in action. mostly when it’s on the news, always making sure kenji doesn’t see bakugou covered in blood or shouting orders on tv. how sure of himself he stands, the strength he holds when he blasts a villain that multiple pro heroes couldn’t crack. sometimes you drop kenji off to his agency just before bakugou’s about to leave and you see him in all his glory. the boots that give him an extra couple inches, the tight black material that sucks him in and highlights every ab and pectoral. you remember how he nods a hello to you in those moment, with a boyish smirk like he knows what you’re thinking.

you think your baby father is sexy. so what.

you shake your head to rid your thoughts but bakugou takes that to mean you want him off. he adjusts to get up but you place your hand on his shoulder. the movement has him lifting his head to you, lips parted like he was ordered.

“no, i mean it’s fine. just wasn’t expecting it.” then you uncross your leg from over your other. then you joke with a finger pointed at him, “don’t look up my skirt. i wore it hoping nobody will be seeing me from this angle.”

bakugou visibly gulps at that, head ticking, “i fuckin’ hope not.”

calloused finger tips take your calf and with one hand, big fingers fiddle with your heel buckle. you’re almost sure it’s not possible for him to take it off but then it’s swiftly removed and onto the floor.

you blink at him, “what?”

bakugou carries the focus of a trained professional as he studies the sensitive skin around your heel. he ignores your confusion, “where are you goin’ tonight?”

it’s like whiplash, his question so quick after yours. you barely register what he says before you answers, “club in the city. it’s new, apparently has a live jazz band.”

bakugou grunts, wiping the area with a disinfectant wipe. “who with?”

your smile is slow, a realisation forming that you can’t completely confirm yet. “why are you asking that, katsuki?”

then he glances up at you, bottom lip plump and red. you hate that you can still remember what it’s like to kiss him.

“wanna make sure my baby mama is safe. not hangin’ around fuckin’ creeps.”

“ah, you’re asking for kenji?”

you can’t read his eyes yet but there’s a spark of amusement fluttering through them, “sure, let’s use that excuse.”

you roll your eyes and he carefully, lays the plaster on the area. “with a friend.”

“is it a date?” and it’s the nagging at the back of bakugou’s head that makes him ask, the fact he’s needs to know. dying to know.

now you really laugh, undecided if you want to toy with him or not. “and if it is?”

to that bakugou rises to his feet and seated, he feels even taller than usual. the whiff of bakugou’s scent, that caramel sugary scent, reminds you of that night two years ago when he was thrusting into you so sweetly that you could barely remember your name after.

“i hope it’s awful,” he grunts and he feels like a teenager. not a grown ass man and not someone’s grown ass father. he doesn’t know why his finger lands your chin, angling your head to face him. you don’t know why you let him, lips parted like his will land on yours. ruby eyes flicker to your eyes to your lips and the need for contact is imminent.

“you’re so stupid,” you mumble and when you realise the position you’re in, that your son is only next door, you pull away from bakugou katsuki.

bakugou’s left standing where you left him as you scramble away, pulling your shoe back on and buckling it back up with a single hand. you adjust your skirt and you go back into mum mode. “he might ask for something sweet but don’t give it to him, i already gave him ice cream earlier. also ask him about quirk training at school, you’re so much more suited to helping him with that.”

bakugou crosses his arms across his chest. if you want to pretend there’s nothing between you both as you go and meet another man, then sure. he gives you a slow nod, “i will. enjoy your date, yn. though i’m not sure green goes with brown.”

you frown glancing down at your outfit. black cowl neck top, brown suede mini skirt, maroon kitten heels. green where?

“mama! you still here?” kenji appears walking back to you, this time the tv remote in his hand, “you didn’t say bye mama.”

“i was just about to!” you bend down to your sons height, ignoring bakugou’s gaze. “i’m gonna pick you up tomorrow morning, okay? ready for football tomorrow. don’t ask papa for any ice cream, i’ve already told him.”

kenji pouts before landing a big kiss on the top of your head just like where you and bakugou always kiss him. you laugh at the motion, landing a soft kiss on his cheek, “okay, kenj? see you!” you rise and your son begins to wave.

“bye mama!”

bakugou leads you to his front door and green, green, green, still shakes through you until you realise. your fucking green underwear. you spin round with a gasp, bakugou almost falling into you as you halt. stabilising himself with his hand on the wall right beside your head. kenji is still standing behind him, waiting for you to go.

you’re again so close to bakugou, chest to chest and with the realisation that you know what he meant, a smirk grows on his face. so fucking sexy.

“you’re a perv,” you whisper scolding him, finger pointed but it only makes bakugou pretend to bite it by clashing his teeth together.

“have a good night, yn,” he replies, walking forwards as you walk backwards out, “i mean it.”

“BYE MAMA!”

“bye kenj!” and then to bakugou, “i’m watching you.”

“fuckin’ love to hear that.”

the love bakugou katsuki feels for his son is like no other. even though he sees him often, three times a week, this week four, he always looks older. like a day away from him and suddenly he’s going to pop out with a baritone voice and a beard. not yet though, chubby cheeks pressed against his knee and two little arms around his calf.

kenji, looks just like him and you. obviously from having a child together but it’s truly odd to see his own baby pictures come to life. his father’s wheat blonde but less spiky, leaning more to your hair texture at the end. and instead of his ruby eyes, he’s got yours, copy and pasted.

“hey papa! me and you today!”

“hey little man, you okay kenj?” he ruffles his sons hair and like a cat, kenji leans into it.

“ya! mama going!”

then bakugou lands on you, pupils dilated. where the fuck are you going looking like that?

it’s almost amusing, you in your brown suede mini skirt, black cowl neck top showing your tits, makeup done to literal perfection, little baguette handbag on one arm and then kenji’s deku green backpack hanging off your other arm.

your lips are glossy with these cat like eyelashes at the corner of your eyes. you look seductive, like a siren able to lure bakugou out to sea to drown. he’d definitely follow. he’s so careful to mind where his eyes go, not your cleavage, the glitter on your collarbones. also not the length of your legs in those kitten heels and mini skirt. there’s even a slither of stomach and bakugou wants to bite, wants to drag you back into his house and—

wait, where the hell are you going?

“thanks for taking him last minute! i completely forgot i had plans tonight.” you say, and your smile has bakugou’s next breath shaky.

it must be only him in the whole world who has a crush on his baby mama. the woman he’s never dated, only had sex with on a one night stand and has a whole child with.

bakugou sniffs, letting go of kenji so he can run off probably to all the toys he keeps in the living room.

“no problem, always wanna spend more time with him.” he states, crossing his arms. his pupils are about to drop past your chin when he blurts, “you’re not gonna be cold?”

you laugh, loud and sharp, “of course you’d say that. don’t worry, my jacket is in my car.”

“ah okay. you look good,” bakugou cringes inwardly. how the fuck did he flirt his way into your space the first time he met you? it’s been two years now and there’s almost no improvement. can you even be called friends?

you roll your eyes, clearly amused by him.

“thanks katsuki. i wanted to ask if you have any blister plasters? i feel one coming on.” you lift your left foot off the ground for a second, “first time wearing these!”

an excuse to scan the length of your legs, your smooth thighs, ankles, your feet in your little maroon kitten heels. are you going on a date?

a cough rumbles through bakugou, then he nods, “yeah, come inside. i’ll get you one.”

kenji is in the living room, surrounded by big puzzle blocks he’s cutely failing at putting together. “papa!” he shouts, running into the hallway to see you following after bakugou. kenji’s head tilts, a frown, “mama? here?”

a million thoughts rush through bakugou, reasons he can’t date you even if you ever want him back. kenji finds it weird that you’re even in this space. two spaces, mama’s house and papa’s house. everything about how you’ve parented kenji so far has been separate, very clearly separate.

“i’m leaving in a sec, kenj. just getting something from your papa.” and you perch up on a kitchen stool as bakugou reaches into his kitchen cupboard for the blister plasters. kenji comes to stand by you, two chunky puzzle pieces in hand.

“i brought his new books with him and these yoghurt raisins he’s been loving recently incase you didn’t have any,” you hum, resting your hand on kenji’s shoulder.

“damn, always changin’ his favourites. i just bulk bought those dino crackers,” bakugou sighs but it’s all love as he circles his island counter and gets down on his knees before you.

you’re in shock, jumping and crossing your legs over the other, “you don’t have to put it on me? i can do it?”

a hot hand on your ankle and your whole body vibrates with interest. you’re grateful your son deems the situation boring, toddling off back into the living room.

now bakugou katsuki, your baby father, the man who’s half your son and carries half of your sons last name is stupidly gorgeous. there’s a reason why you ended up in bed with him that one and only time, with his thick arms, you can see a two veins running through each of them and his eyes make you want to moan. a deep ruby red that practically twinkle when they look at you. his attention makes you feel powerful, probably the reason he’s so good at running a hero agency, you’d comfortably leave your life in his hands.

and now, with those nerdy cute glasses on his nose bridge, somehow looking like a model with his fluffed up hair and the sight of dino crackers in a tub behind him labelled ‘KENJI’S SNACKS BACK OFF!!’ made by your son, makes you swoon.

you’re the definition of flustered with this strong, domestic, burly man on his knees with a blister plaster in his hand. he could see directly up your skirt if he wanted to.

“nah, it’s fine. this shit doesn’t bother me.” he blinks expectantly waiting for you to hand him your foot.

swears only when your child is away. you wearing your slutty little outfit with this gorgeous man in his sweats and somehow you feel like a princess with him sliding a glass slipper onto your foot.

“you gonna let me or do you wanna just do it?” he removes his hand from your ankle.

you’ve seen clips of bakugou in action. mostly when it’s on the news, always making sure kenji doesn’t see bakugou covered in blood or shouting orders on tv. how sure of himself he stands, the strength he holds when he blasts a villain that multiple pro heroes couldn’t crack. sometimes you drop kenji off to his agency just before bakugou’s about to leave and you see him in all his glory. the boots that give him an extra couple inches, the tight black material that sucks him in and highlights every ab and pectoral. you remember how he nods a hello to you in those moment, with a boyish smirk like he knows what you’re thinking.

you think your baby father is sexy. so what.

you shake your head to rid your thoughts but bakugou takes that to mean you want him off. he adjusts to get up but you place your hand on his shoulder. the movement has him lifting his head to you, lips parted like he was ordered.

“no, i mean it’s fine. just wasn’t expecting it.” then you uncross your leg from over your other. then you joke with a finger pointed at him, “don’t look up my skirt. i wore it hoping nobody will be seeing me from this angle.”

bakugou visibly gulps at that, head ticking, “i fuckin’ hope not.”

calloused finger tips take your calf and with one hand, big fingers fiddle with your heel buckle. you’re almost sure it’s not possible for him to take it off but then it’s swiftly removed and onto the floor.

you blink at him, “what?”

bakugou carries the focus of a trained professional as he studies the sensitive skin around your heel. he ignores your confusion, “where are you goin’ tonight?”

it’s like whiplash, his question so quick after yours. you barely register what he says before you answers, “club in the city. it’s new, apparently has a live jazz band.”

bakugou grunts, wiping the area with a disinfectant wipe. “who with?”

your smile is slow, a realisation forming that you can’t completely confirm yet. “why are you asking that, katsuki?”

then he glances up at you, bottom lip plump and red. you hate that you can still remember what it’s like to kiss him.

“wanna make sure my baby mama is safe. not hangin’ around fuckin’ creeps.”

“ah, you’re asking for kenji?”

you can’t read his eyes yet but there’s a spark of amusement fluttering through them, “sure, let’s use that excuse.”

you roll your eyes and he carefully, lays the plaster on the area. “with a friend.”

“is it a date?” and it’s the nagging at the back of bakugou’s head that makes him ask, the fact he’s needs to know. dying to know.

now you really laugh, undecided if you want to toy with him or not. “and if it is?”

to that bakugou rises to his feet and seated, he feels even taller than usual. the whiff of bakugou’s scent, that caramel sugary scent, reminds you of that night two years ago when he was thrusting into you so sweetly that you could barely remember your name after.

“i hope it’s awful,” he grunts and he feels like a teenager. not a grown ass man and not someone’s grown ass father. he doesn’t know why his finger lands your chin, angling your head to face him. you don’t know why you let him, lips parted like his will land on yours. ruby eyes flicker to your eyes to your lips and the need for contact is imminent.

“you’re so stupid,” you mumble and when you realise the position you’re in, that your son is only next door, you pull away from bakugou katsuki.

bakugou’s left standing where you left him as you scramble away, pulling your shoe back on and buckling it back up with a single hand. you adjust your skirt and you go back into mum mode. “he might ask for something sweet but don’t give it to him, i already gave him ice cream earlier. also ask him about quirk training at school, you’re so much more suited to helping him with that.”

bakugou crosses his arms across his chest. if you want to pretend there’s nothing between you both as you go and meet another man, then sure. he gives you a slow nod, “i will. enjoy your date, yn. though i’m not sure green goes with brown.”

you frown glancing down at your outfit. black cowl neck top, brown suede mini skirt, maroon kitten heels. green where?

“mama! you still here?” kenji appears walking back to you, this time the tv remote in his hand, “you didn’t say bye mama.”

“i was just about to!” you bend down to your sons height, ignoring bakugou’s gaze. “i’m gonna pick you up tomorrow morning, okay? ready for football tomorrow. don’t ask papa for any ice cream, i’ve already told him.”

kenji pouts before landing a big kiss on the top of your head just like where you and bakugou always kiss him. you laugh at the motion, landing a soft kiss on his cheek, “okay, kenj? see you!” you rise and your son begins to wave.

“bye mama!”

bakugou leads you to his front door and green, green, green, still shakes through you until you realise. your fucking green underwear. you spin round with a gasp, bakugou almost falling into you as you halt. stabilising himself with his hand on the wall right beside your head. kenji is still standing behind him, waiting for you to go.

you’re again so close to bakugou, chest to chest and with the realisation that you know what he meant, a smirk grows on his face. so fucking sexy.

“you’re a perv,” you whisper scolding him, finger pointed but it only makes bakugou pretend to bite it by clashing his teeth together.

“have a good night, yn,” he replies, walking forwards as you walk backwards out, “i mean it.”

“BYE MAMA!”

“bye kenj!” and then to bakugou, “i’m watching you.”

“fuckin’ love to hear that.”