Yuh get it i guess

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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bakugou felt his heart drop to his ass at the sight of you. you’re in your usual mix match pyjamas whenever he drops kenji off in the evenings. these thin grey leggings that are tight at the ass but flare straight past your knee. paired with a light pink sweatshirt thin enough that he knows you’re not wearing a bra but not enough where nipple is showing.

he won’t explain how he knows those details. he watches you, a lot. enough to notice your red rimmed tired eyes and the way you keep pulling your sweatshirt to cover your hands, he’s an idiot to not think something’s up. 

“i don’t wanna talk about it. can you drop him in his bed? he’s up early tomorrow.” you mumble, stepping aside to let the pro hero into your apartment.

bakugou takes one step and the room feels smaller, completely dwarfed by him. he could probably touch both walls in your bathroom with his wingspan. his caramel woody scent has already snuck it’s way up your nose and you’re fighting the urge to roll your eyes from how delicious he always smells.

“fuck, okay,” he replies, looking you up and down, twice over before kicking off his shoes as quietly and quickly as possible. “took him out to eat and he hung out with me and the guys at the office. he got overexcited and had to nap on my sofa. i think he had fun.”

you snort, crossing your arms as you lean against your fridge.. you have no clue why bakugou says things like this to you. it’s never often but you could count all the times on one hand. “he loves hanging out in your office. he tells me how your secretary gives him doughnuts and tells him not to tell you. then apparently kaminari, i think? shows him electrical tricks and you’re going to build him an indoor slide. he loves it.”

bakugou freezes, looking over at you once his shoes are off. then down at his son with these wide eyes like he’s just got a peep into his brain. “ah sometimes i just… adult environment, you know? not a place for a kid.”

you follow the blonde into your son’s bedroom, watching katsuki take off his jumper and trousers to tuck into bed. kenji makes a little sleepy mumble as he snuggles into his red riot duvet cover, “dada….”

“huh-uh. i’ll see you later, little man.” a kiss to his forehead and tucking his duvet in from all sides.

you watch as bakugou rises to his feet, watches his son with a look you can only describe as smitten and then turns to face you. his hands land on your shoulders, slowly pushing you out and shutting kenji’s bedroom door behind him.

you’re both too close. it’s a feat that happens a few times when you're both alone. either you’ve taken more steps than needed and you’re right up in katsuki’s personal space or him to you, badly measuring how big he is compared to you in your much smaller apartment.

he drops his hands from your shoulders, but stays close to you, half an inch from chest to chest. bakugou refuses to drop eye contact, straight white top teeth biting down into his bottom lip with a slight frown. it makes you think about kissing him, stopping that frown, stopping the questions you know he wants to ask you but he’s focused on how the skin around your eyes is dry from tears and there’s a slight rasp to your voice.

“you’re going to spoil him if you build that slide.”

“i’ll say it’s for my employees too. everyone can use it.”

“but really it’s for him, isn’t it?”

bakugou smiles slightly, just the left corner of his lips quirking up, eyes shining, “‘course it is. he’d fuckin’ love it.”

now you laugh because even though you’re not with your son’s father, you’re so grateful he’s got a father who’s so willing and proactive and loves him. almost as much as you do, okay, the same amount equally… 

“you gonna tell me why you’ve been cryin’?” 

that stupid frown is back, said in a whisper because you both are still outside your sleeping son's door. he stuffs his hands in his jean pockets and the action almost annoys you like they shouldn’t be there. back on your shoulders or your waist or—

you roll your eyes walking back into your living room away from the man with ruby red eyes that will make you confess anything without trying. bakugou’s following behind, not leaving much space behind you.

“it… wasn’t some guy was it? the one from that date you went on?” 

you spin around in shock and bakugou’s raking his hand through his hair on edge.

“if it’s him i’ll kill him.”

now, he looks like the dynamight you see on your television when they’re showing his best bits from the decade. eyes alight, mind racing with possibilities. his fist clenching like he’s already trying to store his sweat for a blast.

“what? no? i didn’t even go on a date then. i told you that?”

bakugou tries to recall that conversation… your green panties… jazz bar… you did say you were going out with a….

“you were actually with a friend?”

“yeah. why would i lie?”

you know why you’d exaggerate and hold back details. but you didn’t think you’d get to see the result of your words in person. your baby father with his hand on the nape of his neck with parted lips like he’s finally got answers after days of ruminating. 

“oh, fuck. okay, then,” he breathes and it’s like a weight has fallen off his chest, “another guy?”

“no guy, katsuki.”

you could just tell him to leave and you know he’d listen, if anything he’d actually understand. you’re about two metres apart now but there’s a string that keeps dragging him closer to you. one metre apart.

“what happened at work today? stupid patient?”

his deducing skills aren’t bad, though slightly off. it’s like he’s flicking through the book of yn, everything he’s gathered about you from his few years of knowing you. still half empty with so much more to learn. 

you tilt your head at him, leaning on the back of your sofa as he leans on your kitchen counter top. you wonder if he’s got somewhere to be in the morning. he did that day you slept together a few years ago, leaving you an apologetic note about work and his phone number.

“how do you handle people dying all the time?”

bakugou’s eyes widen in realisation. you don’t look as if you want comfort yet, your walls are still up, arms crossed against your chest.

“therapy. blockin’ shit out. rememberin’ i can only do what i can do.” he finds a sweet wrapper on your countertop. he rubs it between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the soft crinkling sound. then he looks over at  your shiny pretty eyes, desperate for reassurance. “i can’t save everyone. neither can you, sweetheart.”

you’ve been a doctor as long as he’s been a pro hero. you haven’t saved quite as many people he has but any civilian who gets hurt gets sent to your hospital.

you sniff, wiping under your nose with your sleeve. “but he was just a baby… a teenager and he got in with the wrong group of boys and his mother looked like her whole world ended. that’s like if kenji and—”

bakugou moves without hesitation, stepping up to wrap you in his arms. he holds you tightly, your arms trapped on either side of your body. a low hush comes from his lips to soothe you, his head resting on top of yours.

“and i tried katsuki, i tried but i didn't have enough time.” you muffle against his chest, tears falling freely and catching in your throat. “i saw the panic and light leave his eyes all at once.”

“there’s never enough fuckin’ time. but you tried, all we can do is try, baby. you’re insane at your job, i know you did what you could. gotta find peace with that, hm?”

you know. you know this. they tell you in sensitivity training and you’ve been doing this job long enough to wrap these events up and store them in the back of your head.

so you slowly nod against bakugou’s chest, feeling his arms unwrap from you so two paws can hold your cheeks to face him.

his thumbs wipe under your eyes softly and a loud hideous sniff comes from you.

“you’re good, yeah? all good.”

“you talk to kenji like this, don’t you?”

a breathless laugh falls from bakugou and you hate how utterly gorgeous he looks through your blurry eyes. “sometimes you gotta tell him he’s okay so he doesn’t burst into tears at nothin’.”

you nod with a small smile, “sorry for getting snot on you.”

“i only wear black now for you and him. never know when the waterworks will start.”

you both laugh now, lowly with bouncing shoulders. slowly his hand slip from your cheeks but he loosely hooks two fingers on your forearm, just to keep you close. when it gets quiet he pipes up again.

“but talk about this shit. with me or someone, storing it all up… it’s gonna burst.” and he levels you with a stare so serious you can only nod.

“you give really good hugs,” you mumble and bakugou grins.

“yeah? i don’t get that compliment a lot.”

“it’s because you don’t hug anyone but kenji.”

bakugou’s eyes narrow in defense, “how do you know?”

possibilities of women and girlfriends and one night stands flicker through your head. that article you saw about bakugou being pictured with two women on his trip in the states a few months ago. the thought makes you want to gag. you scoff despite, “‘cause i know.”

“that’s mum logic for you. ‘cause you know.” he rolls his eyes and you shrug with a smug look on your face. “do you want another or is my time up here?”

you stare at him for two seconds before stomping over into his chest and he reacts without much thought, opening his arms to swallow you up.

“fuck, i really needed this,” you mumble, snuggling into his large body and pressing your cheek into his pectoral.

he’s in off season currently, always training but eating whatever he wants is causing his body to be slightly softer where it counts. he’s like a perfect pillow, firm with a squish and with all the emotion finally draining out of you you’re getting sleepy on him.

“am i gonna have to put you to bed too?”

your eyes snap open and your arms tighten around his back. he didn’t mean it like that, he definitely didn’t mean it like that. but now you’re thinking of your baby daddy throwing you onto your mattress and dragging your legs to the end of the bed and yanking off your leggings and—

“hmm, no. i’ll be off you in just three seconds.”

three seconds ends up being five and that’s when you feel the hard press into your stomach. one that has your body react like it’s been dumped in hot water.

“katsuki, is that your—,”

bakugou grunts like a bear, untangling to push you out of his arms, holding you arms width away. there’s a light flush of pink on his cheeks and he looks shamelessly away from you. you can’t help but look down at his crotch and see the swell… even in his jeans.

“you really don’t hug women, do you?”

“woman, you… you drive me crazy.” he states letting go of you and rubbing his face with a single hand.

giggles begin to bubble up and before you know it they’re falling out of you. you cover your mouth to not wake up kenji, “i’m only joking.. kinda?”

bakugou shakes his head with a smirk, making his way over to your front door to pull his shoes on. he doesn’t mention how every part of you felt, practically trying to crawl into his skin. he could feel your jaw against his chest, your breasts squished and he could remember how it felt to have them in his hands. you even stood right between his legs, and he doesn’t have to strain to rest his chin on your head. he loves how your arms clutched onto him like a lifeline and it bloomed a new craving inside of him for you. not just his stupid crush but he wants you to need him, to rely on him. he doesn’t want to admit it but it feels like you’re made for him. you fit perfectly.

“happy i can make you laugh like that, sweetheart.”

when bakugou’s ready to leave, you feel a rock drop to the pit of your stomach. you’ve really enjoyed his presence, him. you notice him gazing at your bitten lips, then your puffy cheeks, then up to your less bloodshot eyes. 

“i’ll pick kenj up in two days. his grandmother wants to see him, take him to the aquarium i think.”

you nod, feeling warm despite the emptiness. “okay, just text me.”

bakugou nods back, and it’s another silent staring contest between you both. unsaid words floating around the room. maybe in another life when your kid isn’t sleeping and you weren’t done crying over a shift and bakugou katsuki was just bakugou katsuki, you’d ask if he wanted to stay the night.

but bakugou katsuki will never be just bakugou katsuki.

“okay… i’ll go,” he takes it upon himself to open your front door. he turns back at you with a grin that makes you already start to miss him, “see you, yn.”

“bye katsuki."

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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 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.”

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“hey sexy.”

you say with your head still lost in your book. you cross your legs over each other and bakugou’s gaze falls to your doughy thighs.

katsuki remembers to roll his eyes at what you said, a tiny rough chuckle leaving his lips. 

“hey beautiful, you still readin’?”

“yeah, it was slow at the beginning but it’s really picking up now,” you peer at him over your sunglasses, running his fingers through his wet locks, the water tinting his hair into a darker blonde. you’re not sure if it’s an odd fact but you love his forehead. able to see the sharp glare of his eyes and his dark thick brows so clearly. yes, that’s why you crossed your legs.

bakugou hums in response, now towering over you and blocking the sun from coating you.

“move up so i can lay beside you.”

you laugh loudly, “there’s not enough space for both of us.”

but he’s already moving, “you’re all wet!” “‘m half dry now.” before settling stomach first between your legs, his cheek on your tummy. being so much taller than you, his legs dangled off the edge of the chair but he didn’t mind.

“see. this is what marriage is about. makin’ do with what we have. compromising.”

“just say you’re needy katsuki. you want a cuddle from your wife.”

he darts his head up to stare you down, your book limp in your hand as you move to get another strawberry from your bowl. he focuses on how you slide the fruit into your mouth, white teeth biting down and then munching. 

“you’re staring, baby.”

he meets your eyes again, playfulness swimming through them. your lips were tinted red, juicy. now he wants a kiss.

“wantin’ a hug from my wife isn’t being needy. it’s just wantin’ a hug,” he grunts, and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“whatever… you’re needy.”

“if i’m so needy, gimme a kiss. need one from you, lookin’ so pretty,” he sits up on his forearms to press a ticklish kiss between your breasts.

“okay, just for you,” you mumble, leaning forward to meet his lips in a peck, then another and another.

“satisfied?”

“for now.” 

with that he settles his head back in the pudge of your stomach, shifting his stomach around a little to get comfortable before closing his eyes, his back glowing under the beach sun.

you get back to reading, the spine of your book leaning on the top of his head. 

an underrated part about love is the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. sure, a cuddle is always great after sex but laying on someone you love, your body pressed to theirs will always be on another level. you lift your book when you feel his face press into your stomach, his lips tickling under your belly button, his hands resting on your sides.

“what’re you doing?”

katsuki brushes his bottom lip on your stomach and you twitch and giggle, “stop ‘ki. it tickles.”

he flicks his eyes up to you and you know what he’s thinking before he’s about to say it. ruby pupils a tinge darker with mischief swimming through them.

“where’s it tickle, baby?”

it’s the same look he gives before he’s about to eat you out.

“you’re not about to eat me out in a public beach.”

the man is a menace. katsuki pouts, laying sweet little kisses on your thighs and stomach, fingers playing with the string of your bikini on your hips.

another kiss below your tummy button, “everyone’s fucked off. just me and you here. see.”

and he dramatically shakes his hands at your surroundings as if you’re being absurd. it’s true, there is practically nobody around maybe an old man also laying on a sun bed but you’re sure he’s asleep and he’s also miles away.

“wanna see you leak on my face,” then he grins, sharp teeth on display as he holds himself up on his forearms, “how ‘bout i make you squirt?”

your moan comes out partly turned on and partly indecisive.

“and i’ll treat you to my cock after. how’s that sound?”

“oh my god, that’s too much.”

“nah, you can take it.”

“oh i know i can, but i don’t want anyone to see me taking it.”

katsuki scoffs, “you think i’d be askin’ if i thought someone would see you? really, baby?”

you put your book down (katsuki knows he won now), and cross your arms against your chest. it pushes your tits up and he can’t help but press another kiss on the soft flesh.

“fine,” you state, but then you bend your knees and spread them apart, “make it worth it.”

with the green light, katsuki tries to bite away his grin, “you’re too fuckin’ spoilt.”

“you made me like this.”

“best thing i’ve ever done.”

with that, katsuki pulls the lazy bows from the sides of your bikini bottoms and like the caveman he is, he grabs the part of the fabric that covers your pussy and yanks them off from there. 

you gasp as the beach wind drifts along your centre, “you’re so rough,” you whisper but your cheeks are rising in amusement as your husband takes in the sight of your glossy pussy. he’s seen it a hundred times before but he still looks at it like it’s a royal jewel. to be protected and cared for, to be treated well with orgasms upon orgasms.

“you love it.”

and with that, he dips his head right between your legs, lips locking around your clit, tongue kitten licking and sucking. 

immediately your back arches, your strawberry juiced hand raking through katsuki’s hair and gripping so you can attempt to grind on his face.

then he lets go with a pop, lips shiny with you to give you a grin that could kill women, “who’s fuckin’ needy now? barely touched you and you’re grindin’ up on me like you’re in heat.”

“not my fault i love your mouth,” you pout teasingly, your thigh rubbing against his cheek and he scoffs, shaking his head as he ducks down again.

bakugou does it all. exactly how you like. he lays his tongue flat against you from the bottom of your ass cheeks and licks a stripe all the way up to your clit with his two fingers pulling you apart. these licks are only testers, to coat his mouth in you before he gets to work.

“wanna make you squirt, princess,” he mumbles rather incoherently in you, tongue licking around your hole before prodding its way inside you. 

pleasure shoots up your spine, your hand pushing his head further between your legs, “mhm yeah, yeah whatever, feels good, gorgeous.” 

your eyes have fluttered shut now, sunglasses and floppy hat still on as you struggle to steady your hips from bucking up into his face.

katsuki doesn’t care, he loves the lack of control your body has around him. your brain equally lets your body give into your wants whilst moving uncontrollably. one large calloused hand sneaks up under your bikini top to cover one breast to squeeze and another squeak leaves your lips, your hand coming to hold at his wrist.

and then without warning, bakugou gets messy. his licks become quick but coordinated, and his sucks become loud and obnoxious. he’s everywhere all at once, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. you’re dripping all over his chin and cheeks, little stuttered gasps puffing through your lips as you wail, “oh god, oh god.”

he’s got one hand on the fat of your hips and another on your breast as he lets you rock yourself in his face then all of a sudden, your legs cross around his head, holding him trapped to you as he works his magic.

“‘m gonna… gonna come katsuki,” you peer down through your half-lidded eyes to find him already watching you, ruby eyes narrow as he measures your reactions. he hums into you as a reply and with that you’re a goner. with multiple violent jolts to your body and a soft mewl, ripples of pleasure fill your body to the tips of your toes and fingers, numbing you to a fuzzy state.

slowly, katsuki unlocks your legs from around him, carefully placing them back on the chair. you hear his chesty laugh with your eyes closed, “knew you’d fuckin’ squirt, baby.”

your eyes open in a panic and he’s right. wetness coats your thighs and folds, even drips onto the sand beneath you through the gaps in your beach chair. then you meet his eyes. the lower half of his face is soaked, coated all shiny with you. katsuki looks smug, sitting up on his ass and laying your legs over his thighs to face you. 

his dick is rock hard, one nudge forward and he’d be pressing against your clit.

he pecks your nose, then your cheeks and finally your lips. it’s so soft compared to what he just did to you.

“didn’t think i’d actually squirt. didn’t even realise i did.”

his hands massage your waist as his head ducks into the crook of your neck with a laugh.

“i keep my promises, don’t i? i said you would.”

you can’t manage to roll your eyes at his cockiness because he’s correct, he always is. you lick at your bottom lip and taste yourself.

“ready for my cock, princess?” he whispers in your ear, gruff and aroused, nose rubbing against your neck and already you feel your body trying to shuffle down so your bare clit strokes against his clothed cock.

“yeah, want you in me so bad,” you whine almost painfully like he didn’t just give you an orgasm and make you squirt. 

“huh, so fuckin’ needy, aren’t you?” he asks, not bothering to pull off his swim shorts, just resting on his knees to pull them under his ass. he grips his dick, stroking it in urgency, his swollen purple head popping out between his clenched fist.

you’re transfixed by him, your legs opening wider, “look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.”

“wha--?” you mumble, your dopey gaze meeting his vibrant red irises. you don’t miss the love in his gaze, as he licks his bottom lip and stares at your surprised features.

“too busy staring at my cock to answer me,” he pulls off your sunglasses and hat, casting them aside to the mini table to meet your eyes. “tell me you’re needy for me, for my dick.”

he stops stroking himself to position right at your hole. he brushes his cockhead over you, each time eliciting a high-pitched whine and a jolt of your hips.

“i’m needy for you. need you katsuki, need your dick.”

your words lap over each other in a rush, desperate to get them out so he gives you what you want.

with no resistance, katsuki slides an inch into your sloppy walls, the stretch already feeling like bliss. you whine out, mumbling incoherently as your hand weakly strokes at his abdomen.

“shh baby, it’s not even all the way in yet,” he mocks, manhandling you with his hands on your waist so you’re at an easier position to thrust into. “d’you want it all?”

you nod, head lolling to the side as he sinks another two inches into you, “keep the eye contact, baby or you’re not gettin’ anymore.”

with as much energy as you can muster, you face him again. his jaw clenched that he’s enjoying it just as much as you, just your wet walls clenching and surrounding him. his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and his hair is now dry from being in the ocean, sticking up haphazardly like usual. though instead of ocean droplets on his back, you can make out sweat from you and the heat coating his shoulders, “mhm more ‘ki, move.”

he grunts, sinking another inch and then thrusting, pat pat pats of your bodies mixing with the calming waves of the ocean. “need you too, princess. love you so fuckin’ much. always on my mind.”

you both still keep eye contact, making the moment way more intimate than you expected than a quick beach fuck but you guess this comes with love. your breasts bounce in your bikini with every push, your golden k letter necklace glistens under the sun and your lips are parted in an o shape. katsuki ducks down to kiss you, his tongue sliding between your lips to drink up all your cries and whines.

when his fingers start to rub circles at your clit, you grip at his jaw to separate your lips only a millimetre away, “gonna come again, baby.”

you stare at each other for a few seconds, chests heaving as they brush against each other, your knees almost by your head. “go on, princess, come for me. i’m right with you.”

breathlessly with his hips continuing their pace, another orgasm washes over you and so uncharacteristically not like you, your orgasm with a scream, moaning so loud that katsuki slides his hand over your mouth.

he tries to chuckle but he’s too pent up, “still in public, baby,” he warns and your eyes widen, your body freezes and your toes point and soon enough katsuki is following behind you.

“love you, love you so fuckin’ much. gonna keep you forever,” he mumbles into your mouth, as his hips slow down, his cum leaking onto your thighs and filling you to the brim.

then with katsuki lying on you, together you catch your breaths until they’re the same, his sweaty skin on top of yours.

“love you too by the way.”

you both look worn out, ready for a nap with your arms resting loosely around his neck.

“i know you do. wouldn’t have married me if you didn’t.”

“maybe i married you because i know you’d take me on holidays and give me your fat dick.”

katsuki laughs, his head sinking into your breasts, “nah, i see how you look at me. i’m sure that’s a good bonus though, a fuckin’ great one.”

you giggle, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “i guess you’re not wrong. so how are we gonna clean up?”

he raises an eyebrow at you, “we’ve got the world’s water in front of us. we can just go in there.”

you huff, “i wasn’t planning on getting wet today.”

katsuki laughs boyishly and you swear you fall a little more, “you already did.”

you point a finger at his face, “that was a cheap one.”

katsuki pulls himself out and sits up, pulling his shorts back on and searching for your bottoms on the ground, “c’mon. before you start moaning that you’re all sticky.”

“carry me? but if you get my hair wet you’re dead to me.”

two arms slide under your knees and behind your back in a bridal position, “didn’t you just say you love me?” he grins, pinching your thigh.

“and i still will if you keep my hair dry.”

“your wish is my command, baby,” then smirks, rising to his feet to walk towards the ocean and you think it's going to be a cute little walk. you in his arms as he carefully lowers you into the water to wash you off. but katsuki still, after years of knowing him is full of surprises. he takes off in a sprint, holding you tightly in his arms as you wail his name to slow down. “katsuki! katsuki! slow down!”

though he can barely hear you over his chuckles, dunking you in the ocean just under your breasts so your hair wouldn’t get wet. gripping his biceps, you give him a smile that could rival the beauty of the ocean and sun. katsuki kisses your shoulder, gold tooth gleaming as your thumbs brush over the summer freckles on his chest. 

“you gonna let me have you forever?”

“i think the diamond on my finger answers that for you, gorgeous.”

with that, he pressed a kiss to your neck, littering them up to your jaw. he chuckled low when you tilted your neck to give him more access. 

“want me to touch you so bad that you’re just givin’ it up, huh?” 

you whined before running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp, to which he hummed. he sucked a hickey onto your collarbone, moving his hands and taking your bra off more expertly then you could have done it. 

“hands of a magician,” he commented, laughing at his own joke after. 

“so dumb,” you shook your head with faux dissapointment before moving to take your shirt off. he swatted your hands away, quietly tsking in the back of his throat. 

“gonna keep the shirt on for me? i wanna see how pretty you look all fucked out ‘nd representing your favorite hero. could you do that for me?” his words were dipped in honey, and you melted into each syllable. 

he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and slid you forward, pulling you off the counter just so he could bend you over it and see his hero name plastered over his girl, exactly where he wanted it. 

“glad you know who this piece of ass belongs to,” he muttered in a breathy sigh, hand massaging it with a hard pressure. “can i,” he began, letting his voice trail off with a questioning tone. it only took your meek uh-huh before he spanked you one, two, three times. “sorry, jus’ like seeing that ass jiggle,” he laughed before pulling the shorts and your panties to the side. “ready?”

“ready,” you smiled, flattening your hands on the marble countertop to try and prepare yourself. 

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and shut yourself up, breathless fuck’s spilled from your mouth as he slid into you, one hand on your lower back and the other next to yours on the counter. he let out deep groans, digging his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck once he bottomed out. you could feel his built body against yours, and you squirmed under him, silently pleading for some friction, though the stretch between your legs was serving you pleasure. 

“hold fuckin’ still,” he muttered, standing back up straight and resting on his elbows, capturing your body between his arms. 

the initial pumps were slow and tedious; teasing rolls of his hips drove you insane, and you grabbed at nothing, body feeling feverish as you plead for it; rougher, faster, deeper. 

who was katsuki to deny those demands? he couldn’t- not when your every moan and whimper sounded so pretty underneath him.  

“gonna pound you, yeah?” he asked for permission.

“yeah, please,” you arched your back into the counter some more, letting his increasingly rough spanks and thrusts swallow your conscience. 

a rough hand grasped your neck, pulling your head up from its resting space on the chilling counter. “you’re real lucky to be fucked by the dynamight, huh?” he jeered, and you nodded. “what’s that?”

“i am!” your voice shrilled, embarrassment and desperation entangling. 

“thats fuckin’ right, you are,” he huffed, biting his lip. you could feel the countertops growing hot next to where his hands were planted, and you couldn't help but attempt to dully note how much he lost his exposure when he was using you. “you’re so fuuckin' good.”

so yeah sorry about that but

sanji IS the best boyfriend someone could ask for

or at least he's the third one in op rank

I know he is known to be very flirtatious

but that doesn't mean anything ok

sanji glorifies you, he only has eyes for you after you establish your relationship

sanji loves talking about you

so everyone on the boat knows you're dating

because he just can't shut up

usually brags about having a s/o and zoro doesn't

they end up fighting but nothing out of the ordinary

sanji loves to cook for you

he loves how you encourage him and is always ready to try some new recipe

sanji is addicted to having your approval

I would say this has to do with the praise kink he has

praise him and you'll have a melted version of sanji to deal with

he is very happy with pda

if you're comfortable, get ready for countless kisses, hugs, silly hands

he will always respect your limits

and at the beginning of the relationship, he asked you to list what he can and can't do w/ you

he loves you so much it hurts

don't think about ending things with him or joke about something like that, maybe he dies just at the possibility

he is not jealous, but he ends up being very insecure with himself and this leads to disagreements between the two of you

but don't worry

he will always apologize first, even when it's not his fault

he doesn't like to sleep fighting with you, he needs to hold you in his arms to get a good night's sleep

in the end, you two will last a long time because he does everything possible and impossible for this relationship

even hot and slow sex to show you how much he loves you

but he still prefers to fuck hard and fast, as well as cum deep inside you to make sure his little family grows even if you can't get pregnante

author's note: yay hope you enjoyed as much as I did!! sanji deserves more love in the fandom lol

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