not-another-ackerman

milf chaser!bakugou that calls you early as hell the next morning, and gets flustered by your morning voice. makes plans to take you to lunch later and stutters when you say “alright, see you later sweetheart” because HE IS NOT maybe? fuck.

milf chaser!bakugou that opens the door for you when you arrive and pulls out the chair, even while grumbling at you. he didn’t expect you to be hotter completely in view, and the peak of stretch marks he sees decorating your chest makes it worse. if you didn’t look as good as you did under the sun, this would definitely be easier, he wouldn’t even second guess his answers, but you, like the asshole you are, you’re making him want to impress you.

milf chaser!bakugou that is stuck in the same spot after you tell him you want to go out again, his pick again, and tug him in for a hug and cheek kiss. he’s still blinking when you walk away, and it takes everything in this man not to scream and pin you down and ask whet the fuck you did to him.

milf chaser!bakugou that sees you walking from your job everyday at 4, walking with you, snatching your purse and other bags away to load them in your car, and if his heart does flutter when you call him a “sweet boy under those scowls” he’ll say he flicked you off and yelled at you, but really his nose twitched and he was thankful another time for the high collar on his winter suit. and maybe you did see him flush when he helped you out of your jacket once, if so, keep that shit to yourself. he wasn’t expecting your arm to brush him, and he’s young! of course he’s gonna get a chubby

milf chaser!bakugou that asks when your kid is gonna be away, he wants to make you dinner this time, cause feeding you is getting “eXpenSIve” and when you tell him to pack to stay over too, he acts like he’s not excited, but internally? he’s fist pumping. stupid ass habit he got from shitty hair and dunce face.

milf chaser!bakugou who comes over and has to breathe on manual because,,, wow. you weren’t in your regular office attire, or even your date outfits, no, a bodycon dress that moved with you when you walked. that caught on your uncovered breast, nipples poking through the fabric and gods if he didn’t just want to flick them harder. and the fact that he could see the little bumps and frills of your skimpy undies didn’t help, he hopes you don’t like them much, because if given the chance, he’s either taking them with him or ripping them to shreds.

milf chaser!bakugou that did not expect your ass to get drunk from a few glasses, definitely not the way you hung by him like a shadow, pulling him closer when he was cleaning the kitchen, rubbing his shoulders when he passed and caressing his arms when he pushed you away again. eventually he sat you on a clean counter, still tidying, and once when he came closer, you hooked him with your legs, scotching to the edge and draping yourself over him. you kissed up and down his neck slowly, rocking. he growled at you to not start anything you can’t finish and in a flash you were sober, whispering “who said i can’t sweetheart?”

milf chaser!bakugou that pushes you down on the counter, asking quickly how you want him, and spanking you for your smart reply of “how do you mean?” asking you again you told him however he gave himself, and he grunted “another kid it is then” making you gasp and shake, but he didn’t hear a no. he pulls your panties to the side, knuckles rubbing against you, chuckling when you shudder head to toe. he might ask how long it’s been for you, and anything over a few months makes him smirk.

milf chaser!bakugou that asks why your pussy is so wet, “just like a whore”, if he’s the first person to touch you in months. don’t try to avoid answering, he won’t take that, “i said, why are you soaking my fucking fingers like a slut, sweetheart?” and if you still don’t answer, he grabs your neck and forces your eyes to his, hissing that good girls answer when spoken to, you better start keeping up, all while massaging that spongy spot in you. and if you squirt when you cum the first time, he slaps your clit, demanding another.

milf chaser!bakugou that doesn’t start fucking you until you beg and plead and cry, and when he does sink in the first time, you go crazy. kicking out and scratching him, the counter, yourself. pressing against your tummy, begging him to move, to give you another baby like he said, just please!

milf chaser!bakugou that gets tired of you scratching and kicking at him, even though he has your legs to your chest. he grabs your wrists and flips your legs to one side, pressing them into the counter, a hissed, “be still and take it mama” and goes back to pounding you into a mush.

milf chaser!bakugou that doesn’t stop until you’re left twitching and slack jawed, trying to curl yourself around him. he lets you after your whine sounds a bit too pained, and then he’s all, “fucks wrong?” while touching you all over, caressing you, checking for any hurts or otherwise. when you whisper you just wanna hold him this time, he grumbles while wrapping you in his arms, shoving his face into your neck and pumping slowly when your trace patterns on his spine, “cum one more time for mama, kat,” leaving your lips.

milf chaser!bakugou that revels in your gasp when his last three thrusts, while slow, are rough before he cums, like he’s trying to get deeper in you, fuck his cum deeper than the time before, until he stills. won’t leave your arms until he’s sure there’s no way in hell it won’t catch and when he does, he’s pulling your face to his rasping, “gonna take care of my brat girl?” corner of his lip lifting when you whisper, “promise sweetheart”

milf chaser!bakugou that for all his aggressiveness while fucking you, doesn’t show that while cleaning you up, going as far to reclean the kitchen, counter and floors, and change your sheets. even does your skincare your, snorting when you yell at him for trying to use three exfoliators on your face. wraps your hair up for you and tosses you in bed with one of his extra shirts on.

milf chaser!bakugou that spoons you all night, rubbing your belly and massaging your sore hips, every so often calling to you to see if you’re really sleeping, and when you finally are, he kisses your neck, saying his favorite girl and boy names and how he thinks you’re really the one for him, and for once, he doesn’t hate the world. he didn’t know you were awake until you turned over kissing his chin softly, and settling down. he’s silent the rest of the night, but still holds you tight.

milf chaser!bakugou that greets you in the morning with you favorite from that cafe with the “annoying ass server,” the one that flirted with you and gave you a free cookie. helps you sit up to eat it, grumpy as hell when he tell you he has another cookie, “it’s 10 in the fucking morning!” he yells when you eat it and flushed when you say it’s for the baby he put in you, stumbling over his words he gets out, “that’s not how it works”

milf chaser!bakugou that wrestles your son when he comes back from,,, wherever he don’t remember. telling him he better get used to seeing him around and yelling when the kid asks why the angry man is in his mommy’s house like he owns it. they get into a little squabble until you yell “boys!” and thereafter they look like sad puppies.