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that one time husband!sukuna can't believe what he heard
âwhat the fuck did you just say to me?â blaming his tired ears, sukuna incredulously asks, assuming he heard her wrong.
he had to, because honest to god, there was no way his worst nightmare turned real two damn seconds before he turned the lights off to finally go to bed.
she looks at the floor, suddenly very aware of his hand hovering over the light switch. tongue heavy on her mouth. she might as well have screamed freeze! with the way her words got sukunaâs feet glued to the carpet of their bedroom. his deep, rich ivory eyes cut straight into her timid ones. she looked up at him all deer caught in headlights, gaze slippery, ping-ponging from her toes back to his face. as if she wasnât the one to run a truck over him.
I want a divorce.
sukuna was no fool to the air between the both of them. or lack of. the words unsaid filled every cubbyhole found empty in the house, leaving no space for oxygen.
they had been dependent on the other before. flowing together in a way it was hard to say where one begin and the other end. bound with no loose threads and no lousy seams. now they were bumpy and chopped and scattered and so fucking lonely. heâd get up before sheâd brew the coffee and arrive so late the pans were already drying in the sink. they were never really on time for each other aside from when they were with ren-
and god, ren.
their boisterous, mouthy, bright three year old son whoâs tucked under a lenghty lightning mcqueen duvet, sleeping in the room across theirs, dreaming of monster trucks, motor bikes, racing cars and anything with wheels, really. anything loud and flashy and not shaky like his motherâs breathing.
âsorry, ryo. Iâm-â
âdonât fucking call me ryo when youâre leaving me. donât fucking do that.â his words too fierce to help air greet her lungs. and she tries. she presses the palms of her hands together and tilts her head up in a movement that looks pathetic. eyebrows pinched âcause thereâs just no fucking oxygen left.
âcan you cut it?! Iâm talking to you nicely.â she reprimands him like only a mother could, leaving sukuna all the more desperate to make it stop. a yeah! youâre nicely telling me to fuck off! running off his tongue with the way he was unable to hold himself together.
âis this what you think it is?â her lips tremble around her words. he scoffs loud and dramatic and hurt. his eyes never really lost that look of distraught that fell over from her words and with each passing second his own words were getting sharper and sharper with the need to make her stop âcause it fucking hurts.
âwell, usually when a wife tells her husband she wants a divorce sheâs not exactly letting him stick around for long. will you be the first to do so?!â
âIâm tired, ryomen. Iâm so, so tired.â and that shuts him up. her tone helpless, and he knows.
he knows, heâs not so dense as to not notice how she leaned away from his every touch. away from all that tried her. how sheâd slip to their room any chance she got. how she rarely did anything other than sleep whenever she was free to do so. it was napping when ren was napping, and napping when sukuna had the boy and napping when a show grasped his wandering eyes and no dancing. no dancing and singing. no making-up songs and god- no laughing. no fun whatsoever and keeping ren glued to her chest whenever she had him. holding on to him like christ to his cross.
anything to keep her away from the world, from him.
âbaby, please-â
âryo, not now.â
âbut listen-â
âmumma?â
temperature dropped and suddenly they go from danteâs inferno to the north pole. his son comes in on unsure feet, tiny shoulders hesitant, eyes big and searching as he holds onto the plush heâd never sleep without.
âtoo loud! tiggy canât sleep!â ren shakes his tiger teddy, lifting the plush to his parents with an alarmed look on his tiny face, as if to prove the teddy really couldnât sleep with all the noise.
at the sight of their baby boy, all the fight left both parents. it ran under the rug at the appearance of chubby cheeks. all the anger, the hurt. it all gave space to a dull ache that thumped her chest. she reached out for the little boy, bringing him into her arms.
âIâm sorry, bear. mama and papa got excited for a bit.â a scoff came from the slumped body by the door. defeated, sukuna thought excited was definitely a way to put it. but even sukuna wasnât so dense as to not know now wasnât the time. not anymore. not when their baby boy was up and curious about the noise.
âsorry, bud.â he let scape, hand reaching out to caress his sonâs cheek.
she eyed his rough hand, stomach churning.
âsorry, tiggy.â came the toddlerâs whisper, a reminder of his precious teddyâs interrupted slumber.
she heard sukunaâs âyeah, sorry tiggyâ tangled to a light huff at his sonâs naivety. hand falling to his side. an apology scaped her lips too, as it was her fault as much as it was his.
no, itâs you. itâs all you.
the thought flashed through her and left as quick as it first arrived. hitching her breath as proof of its appearance.
with a heavy heart, she placed ren on her hip as he bid his daddy night night, sukuna kissing his cheek tenderly. the notion so ordinary it made her eyes sting. she glanced at sukuna just as his eyes had left ren. she turned her head then, not ready to let their gaze meet. not sure if she could.
after crossing the way to renâs room on heavy feet, she laid with the boy, hands caressing his hair as to ease him back to sleep. his little arms pressing tiggy against his chubby chest. eyebrows furrowed, in that adorable way he used to show himself sleeping was to be taken seriously. as his body eased in her arms, hair fluffy and pink under her fingertips, she thought if the man whoâs pink hair ren inherited was already asleep too, so she wouldnât have to face him once she got to her own bed.
and here's my first attempt to bring angst to life. gimme your insights! or your rebloggs. or both! whichever works best for you xx
a night in the life of bookwriter!reader and her cute ass husband!sukuna
âso, you think I should just go to sleep, is what youâre saying?â you frown as he leans down to take a closer look at your face. you coward from his gaze. though you wish his ruby ones on you at all times, right this second is just too fucking much.
âis it what you want, baby?â he asks, right thumb coming up to caress your cheek.
âis it what you meant?â youâre ready to beat him at whatever this might become. body tired, brain tired, soul just too fucking tired for this.
âI mean itâs okay to finish your day at ten like everybody else, darlinâ. got nothinâ to prove.â except in this race sukuna doesnât plan to beat you to the podium âor I can sit my ass here and wait until you decide the dayâs done.â heâs coming in first place with you by his side.
you lower your gaze to the glaring white of the opened officeâs document page. loosened sentences, bullets between paragraphs that canât make sense no matter how many times you rewrite the piece. youâre no where near the goal you set for yourself when you woke up this morning, but between how drained youâve felt with your agent silently pushing you for new updates on the last project and said project not being more than half a page of straight up garbage, every second feels like a waste as you canât stop yourself from wasting more time.
and then there are red eyes. red eyes, pinkish hair and tattoos that make him look like a delinquent. your tough guy, whoâd rather spend noon trying to convince your stubborn self to bed than to simply go by himself. you know things havenât been the easiest to him either, between maintaining the shop and supporting his teens nephews he still had to maintain you. the thought of him not getting the rest he needs because youâre letting your pride be loud sets a brick in your chest and you just get up.
âyep. you need to rest.â you say. hands reaching up to stretch your limbs. words werenât written but your back hurt all the same. sukunaâs snort is discreet like he can be.
âyou need to rest too, yâknow.â he says, as you move to the door. his hands on your waist as if the wrong movement could set you back on the chair. you shy away from his gaze.
âI could stay for a little longer...â you say almost as a challenge. as if youâd never loose to yourself.
âI know. glad you didnât. hate when my wife doesnât let me sleep early for the wrong reasons.â you hear from behind.
âshut up!â you reach back to slap his shoulder as laugh bubbles in his stomach.
youâre glued to each other as if you couldnât move otherwise. youâre just devoted like that. he puts his hands all over you and you let him work you as if youâre one more convertible in his garage. if not even in the face of others heâd keep to himself, inside the walls of your home, he might as well try to merge his torso to yours.
âyou could always go to sleep when you feel like it. itâs not like I donât know the way to the bedroom.â the acâs already on and you go for the pajamas.
âand sleep without my wife? yeah, right.â you grin despite yourself. bodies moving through nightly routine in a delicious flow of having done this a thousand times.
tomorrow too far to be thought of.
âcutie âkuna.â
âdonât start.â
âcutie! âkuna!â
âyeah, fâ my wife.â
alrightie! rebblogs are much appreciated as likes don't really do much around here. feel free to comment on this light piece. scoobie out x
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synopsis: your ex boyfriend hates when you go to his friendâs hangouts. he still loves you though.
tags: minors dni, 18+, angsty, fluffy, smutty, making out, fingering (f). mentions of: jealousy, cheating (nobody does this) and insecurity.
notes: i rarely write insecure yns!!!!! usually i make bkg the insecure one LOL but branching out this new year. my true yn is neverrrrrr insecure though just so we are clear lol
when people say donât date within your friendship group, donât. when you break up, annoyances over too much pda and escaping the group to make out now become awkward encounters in group gatherings, having a conversation pretending the other isnât there and parties trying to sneak a look at the other. every time you look at bakugou, he notices. every single time.
it didnât mean to end badly with bakugou katsuki. you promise, a cross over your heart, that you didnât want it to be an explosive ending because you knew you still had to see him regularly. you didn't only have the same friends but you lived in the same area, you had the same job. thereâs equal chances that youâd see him on your weekly food run or in a meeting in your agency. though with this inevitability of seeing the pro hero again, it luckily means your friends work together so you donât have to.
including tonight, when you were told bakugou wasnât coming to midoriyaâs monthly friend gathering because heâd be coming back late from his mission abroad. finally, it would be your turn to hang with your friends without the elephant shaped explosion hero in the room.
you let yourself through the open door, smile plastered on and pulling off your jacket, âsorry iâm late! there was traffic on the road coming overâ,â
the room falls silent. so quiet you could hear a pin drop. three pairs of eyes bounce like a ping pong match between you and your ex boyfriend, the one who wasnât supposed to be here tonight. you feel like a divorced parent, screaming that itâs your turn with the kids tonight.
looking at bakugou now, it always stings. itâs so vivid, the memory of how heâd look at you when you dated, that now it just feels like a hallucination that never happened. he looks disgusted, lip curled, eyebrows scrunched down and his eyes hooded as if he hates the fact youâre here. you think he just might. it doesnât help when he pushes out of his seat with a loud scrape that makes your skin flare up with goosebumps. he storms out of the living room with his jaw clenched, off down midoriya's hallway.Â
your shoulders drop, exhausted. you just wanted an evening with your friends.Â
before you can apologise and sneak out, uraraka pipes up, donning a sweet pink sweater, hands intertwined under the table with midoriya's. her hazel eyes are so big and sympathetic that youâre embarrassed you caused this much commotion, âso sorry yn! we were texting you but i think because you were driving all the messages were going to silent.â
you pull out your phone. multiple texts from uraraka that bakugouâs flight was pushed back and heâs coming tonight. midoriya tried to call and then texted, Just a heads up, Kacchan will be here tonight. even todoroki, who only ever replies to you with one word, gave you two, Bakugouâs coming.
irritation blooms inside of you, prickling all over and you feel as if youâre about to bite. ochako is mumbling something to midoriya, who gives you another painfully sympathetic look and todoroki who is used to awkward dinners, focuses down on his phone, pretending heâs not there.
âsorry but itâs enough. i cant be doing this with him anymore, itâs unfair on you guys.â
you pull your shoes off, leaving them by the matching bigger ones at midoriyaâs front door and plopping your bag down on his sofa.
âiâm going to talk to him and weâll sort this out.â
todoroki looks up at you, a small smile on his face, âgood luck.â
you already know where bakugou would be. everything you know about the man within three years of dating didnât go down the drain. you pass the gym, midoriyaâs bedroom, his bathroom, to his guest bedroom. yours and bakugouâs unofficial bedroom that youâd use every time you stayed over.Â
you only knock once before pushing the door open, finding the pro hero laying back on the bed, on top of the covers, facing the ceiling.Â
heâs always been the most beautiful man to you. you donât think anyone else will ever be able to top him for the rest of your life. everybody always sees him mid fight, mid arguing, mid shouting. but bakugou katsuki, completely calm, is stunning.
gorgeous fluttering eyelashes that are long and straight. a jaw so sharp and a neck so thick, you remember kissing there first whenever you sat on his lap. his eyes⊠they span all shades of red depending on his emotions. your favourite was when they were a glowing ruby, full of love and appreciation for you.
but now he sits up, facing away and caught off guard by your presence. he was definitely expecting deku to walk in here, begging him to act right and to be nice to you. though once bakugou lays his eyes on you, a quick glance, his eyes become stone cold. washed over like a ship on stormy seas. heâs in a cream woollen zip up and you feel a burn right where your heart sits when you donât recognise it.
bakugou leans forward, dropping his head in his hands, his elbows on his knees. his sigh is dramatic and obnoxious and as much as you hate to see the disgust in his eyes when he looks at you now, you need to talk to him for the sake of your friends.
âweâve got to talk.â you whisper. itâs like youâve been demoted to a stranger, unsure how heâll react.
âi donât think we do, yn. i donât have anythinâ to say to you.â
youâve not spoken to him in weeks, perhaps when you asked him to pass the potatoes at kaminariâs dinner and before that was when you officially broke up. youâve seen him a few times in agency offices, when youâve had to drop things off. those times always ended with a melancholy look from him, before he stalks off out of your sight. since then youâve successfully avoided each other.
bakugou still faces away from you. you can only see his side profile, his back. it reminds you of when youâd lie in this very bed, lightly scratching his back to tempt him to lay with you again. heâd always end up giving in.
âfor our friends. weâve made it so⊠awkward for them.â youâre looking at your hands because everything in this room is a memory.
âtheyâre my friends. they were my fuckinâ friends first.â he spits and that causes you to snap, rolling your eyes and turning your fingers into fists.
âhow old are you?â
that causes bakugou to look at you. your body heats under his gaze. his eyes start at your socked feet, not bothering to put on slippers in your rush to talk to the man. your sheer black tights and mini skirt. then your winter jumper on top, red with a large white star in the centre. heâs silent as he stares at your face, your pouted lips, pretty eyes. your cheeks and forehead that heâd always kiss first.
âthe fuck?â
âyouâre acting like a child. you met them first at school and i met them when i started the programmes with ochako! theyâre our friends. i didnât even meet them through you!â you blurt, throwing your hands up in the air.
bakugou bolts up and the motion surprises you but you stand your ground refusing to move.Â
âiâm acting like a child? itâs you and them with all these fuckinâ texts. nobody tells me when youâre going to be here, nobody texts me in advance that yn is on her way. youâre always just here and everyoneâs always so fuckinâ happy to see you.â
heâs massive, heâs always been large, able to loom over you and intimidate. at least heâs trying to intimidate you, make you leave and back down. you see his gold canine when he grinds down on his jaw, the scars on his hands tightening as he crosses his arms across his chest. it doesnât work on you. youâre seen this man in every position possible. crying in your arms when he couldnât save a little girl in a fire and begging you not to leave him. in hospital, weak with fresh stitches across his chest and in your bedroom, overstimulated for a release.Â
so you step in closer to him, head up so he canât break eye contact with you, âbecause you act like this. running off to have a tantrum whenever i appear. we can be civil, i always wanted us to be civil, katsuki.â
he laughs, lacking all humour with a grin that looks villainous. âyou think we can be civil? to go from loving you, to fuckinâ civil?â
you sharply inhale. there should have been a contract he signed that you canât talk about how much he loved you and you to him.
âdo you not think about how painful it is to be around you? listeninâ to how good your life is going without me in it? up on the charts, another sponsor. i get it if i have to see you in agencies, but at dekuâs? in this f-fuckinâ room?âÂ
bakugouâs trying not to shout, he knows how you shut down when anyone raises their voice at you. but not shouting means now his voice is trembling, a scratched whisper like his voice box is infected with sickness.
youâre speechless for a moment and he takes a chance to stand up straighter, a deep breath to reorder his organs. âso fuckinâ forgive me if i have to take a moment before dealing with you, unexpectedly, for a whole evening.â
âi didnât want us to be like this.â you shake your head, chewing down on your cheek. itâs you who looks away because bakugou looking like heâs about to cry will set you off. you can see his waterline brewing with tears, even when he turns to wipe them away.
âyou did a fucked job at makinâ us any different.â
youâre like an untrained puppy, jumping from emotion to emotion with every word he says. you clutch the end of your skirt so you donât press your fingernails into your palms.
âdonât act like you wouldnât have done the same in my position! our jobs always come first if we like it or not!â you blurt, âi couldnât handle comparing myself to you all the time, about how the media would say iâm weak and an embarrassment for you. you would have done the exact same to me!â
heâs going to pull his hair out by the root, you never see his point of view. he wishes he could just insert his brain into yours for a moment, see yourself how he sees you and nothing else matters. âi never gave a fuck about the media. you shouldnât have given a fuck either.â
you scoff, âitâs easy for you to say when you werenât being bombarded with it.â
you walk over to look out the window, anything away from the man who makes you crumble. itâs feels as if all your senses are going off, serotonin being released in the air just from being in his presence.Â
âand my life hasnât been better without you. iâve just been working so much and i wanted my one break with my friends. not to be arguing with you.â you watch the snow fall outside, a tree branch snapping from holding too much.Â
âi can make a statement. tell them all to back off, that thereâs no need to compare us. to even talk about us.â
you didnât expect him to be so close to you, the heat of his breath trickling down your neck. his voice is deep and gravelly, every word scraping his throat.
you smile, defeated, âwe both know theyâd ignore it. i saw a comment that i was just a waiting room until you leave me and become number one. i was overthinking every time iâd see you talk to another woman.â
you yelp when his calloused fingers land on your bicep, spinning you around so your back is pressed against the window.
the need is tangible in his eyes, molten lava pupils forcing you into his atmosphere. his hand stays on your bicep and his other twitches to land on your cheek, your waist, though it lays limply by his side.
âwas i not good to you? did you think i would have actually gone through with cheatinâ on you? did i not show you how much i love you?âÂ
you canât handle all the emotion, the crack in his voice, how he gives in and tangles his fingers with yours. you turn away from him, clamping your eyes shut so you donât cry.
âit wasnât about thatâ,â
he doesnât give you time, fingertips on your chin to face him again, âanswer me. did i show you how much i love you? i treated you right, always looked after you. i took you on dates, bought you gifts. i always made you breakfast and picked you up when i was half asleep and i listened to everything youâd ever say.â
youâre nodding before he can finish his sentence, wiping away the tear trickling down your cheek. âyou did. you were so good to me.â
bakugou feels desperate, shaking the bars to his enclosure to get you to understand. âso why the fuck would i cheat on you? youâve all iâve ever wanted, all i needâ,â
âi know, katsuki, i know but i couldnât control it! i was always reading that iâm incomparable to you, an article on how another hero would match you perfectly, seeing your new sidekicks and i couldnât do it.â you sniff and both paw-like palms rest on your cheeks to wipe away your tears.
itâs a reflex, itâs the only way he can excuse why he kisses you. whenever youâd cry around him, be it over stress or a bad day at work, bakugou would always lay his lips over yours in a little peck. it was the only way to snap you out of your carousel of revolving thoughts.
his lips are sweet on your salty ones and heâs about to apologise for even touching you like that, how inappropriate but you sneak your arms around his neck and lock his head to yours. itâs a peck that becomes open mouthed, his head tilting as he pushes you up against the window. he swallows your gasp, his hand sneaking up your jumper to feel your warm waist at the same time you bite down on his lower lip.Â
âiâve missed you so much.â he mumbles against your lips and youâre yet to say the same, youâre yet to even say you still love him. bakugou doesnât know how to get it out of you without begging.
you pull him back in, hands clutching at his hair. everything is grabby and needy, soft fabric of his jumper in your palms and your pulsing tongue swiping against his. it all makes you wetter, wetter than youâve been in months.Â
bakugou presses his crotch in your stomach and your shaky exhale becomes a whimper. âtell me you missed me, baby.â
you donât even need to think, the words tumble past you, your inner dialogue escaping, âiâve missed you so much, so much katsuki.â
thatâs enough for bakugou to pick you up and throw you onto the bed. your bed. his bed. forearms by your head and heâs kissing trails across your jawline, down your neck. your legs magnetise around his waist, biting back groans every time he grinds between your open legs.Â
âneeded to hear that. iâve been dying, being apart from you,â and he wants to whip off your jumper to kiss down your shoulder and chest. everything feels insufficient, if he doesnât touch you now, when will you ever let him again? his chest is heavy and heaving and itâs your hands grabbing at his jumper for him to take it off.
he does so without much thought and bakugou feels alight, a raging ball of fire as your eyes gaze down his body. your lips are bitten sore, eyes swollen red and he doesnât think you could be any prettier than you are at this moment. your hands brush down his chest, thumbs over his nipples, each finger tip across his abdomen. bakugouâs breathing is unpredictable, shaky. his cock is sitting painfully in his jeans and all heâs done is kiss you.
âyouâre so beautiful. i always told you that, didnât i?â you mumble in a trance and bakugou slowly nods.
âyeah, you did. nothinâ compared to you though, prettiest girl iâve ever seen. i will ever see.â
he shuffles your thick jumper off, leaving you in a delicate lilac lace bra and your mini skirt. âfuck,â it feels like forever since heâs last had you like this, needy and panting in his arms, âand you took all this away from me?â then he laughs, âi didnât even do shit.â
his gaze is so soft, so loving, it makes you weightless. you hold his cheek, unable to contain it all without feeling like you made a grave mistake.
âkatsuki,â you whisper, dragging him down by his nape for another kiss. youâre biting away your moans, tugging tufts of his hair without realising. he starts to grind down on you again and your tights are so thin against his jeans that everything feels delectable. âwe canât have sex.â
âwhy?â bakugou pulls off you, eyes wide and alert. heâs preparing for his heart to break again, youâve been with someone else since youâve been apart, youâre dating someone new, youâreâ
instead, you give him a smile that renders his brain useless, pure mush and fog. âbecause all our friends are a few rooms over wondering why we arenât screaming our heads off at each other.â
bakugou blinks, then blinks some more to clear his vision from his one track mind to make you come or to kill a man that doesnât exist.Â
thereâs still so much to say between you both, he needs you to be his again, he needs to fix this problem in with your relationship, he needs you back in his fucking arms.
âi swear i donât fuckinâ care.â and you can tell from the way he holds you closer against his chest, rocking his hips into yours, âthereâs not one part of me that cares right now.â
you take it upon yourself to tighten your legs around bakugouâs hips and roll him onto his back so youâre on top, sitting on his chest.
itâs arousing how he grins, slow and seductive like this sneaking around is just foreplay, a little bit of fun.
âand iâm sorry baby, but we still need to talk about everything,â you breathe.
âbaby? i still gotta chance?â
âi didnâtâ,â you sigh, palms pressed flat against his chest. you adore bakugou with his cheeks flushed, eyes hooded sleepily and his hands locked on your hips, âi need to work through things.â
he intertwines his fingers with yours, âtogether, we can work through them together.â he doesnât let you look away from him, âcanât let you get away again. i canât.â
âdonât make me cry again,â you lightly scratch his chest and bakugou thinks heâs discreet when he shifts you onto his cock.
but you inhale immediately, gnawing down on your bottom lip to fight a moan, âkatsuki,â you warn.
ânot gonna make you cry. fuckinâ hate when you do.â he thrusts his hips upwards, grinding your hips over him like youâre clay to be moulded.
âno, i mean it about us not having sex,â you whine, flicking your hips in rhythm with him. bakugouâs dying to kick his jeans off, feel you wet and warm around him. âwe need to go back in there and act like we hate each other.â
âdonât hate you. itâs the fuckinâ opposite.â all the blood in bakugouâs races to his crotch, head light with nothing inside. moans are tumbling from him, eyes on your breasts spilling out of your pretty bra.
he nods his head to it, âwhenâd you buy that? when we broke up?â
his hand sneaks under your skirt, the pads of his pointer and middle finger rubbing circles into your clit.Â
youâre overwhelmed, hard to focus on what you shouldnât do, what you want to do and what you shouldn't say. you donât stop roaming his chest, rutting your hips against his hand.
you shake your head, breathless, âno. when we were together.â
âhah?â he grunts, studying you like youâre an equation to work out. he keeps rubbing you over your thin layers, electric that you want him just as much, âwhyâd i never get to see it?â
youâre pressing your hips down, pleasure spreading through you like melting butter. youâre all hot, flushed, hair a mess. âi donât want to tell you.â
that makes bakugou perk up, resting up on a forearm, ânah, tell me. tell me or youâre not cominâ.â
âno, itâs so embarrassing,â you slur, kissing the corner of his lips then his bottom one. itâs like youâve never been apart, everything about him is so familiar.
sitting up fully now with you straddling his lap, bakugou sneaks his hand past your tights and underwear. his rough fingers swipe down to your centre, collecting your wetness to rub over your sensitive bud. you can barely keep your head up.
âoh fuck,â you mewl, lips against his ear, âit always feels so much better when you do it.â
âi know, baby,â he coos, other hand on your ass, âtell me why iâve never seen this bra.â
youâre close to tears for a whole other reason now, clutching onto him like a lifeline.
âi-i was so insecure by the end. thinking about you and other women. thought you wouldnât like me like this,â you whimper.
itâs anger that strikes bakugou first, anger at himself, for you feeling like this and him not having a clue until you couldnât handle it all. no matter what he thinks, he wasnât a good boyfriend, he should have known this, noticed the changes.
âso stupid. have never looked at anyone else since i met you. whenever i touch myself i think of you. itâs a fuckinâ privilege seeinâ you like this, yn,â no pet name because he needs you to know he means you. âyouâre the first thing iâve ever wanted and couldnât have. ripped from my fuckinâ hands.â
âiâm sorry,â you whisper, so close to falling apart over his fingers. you just need one thing to set you off. your body moves hypnotically over him and bakugouâs in a trance. your breasts heave in his face and he litters kisses over them.
âdonât apologise to me. iâm gonna fix this all,â he breathes, lips wet with his own spit, âgonna come for me, sweetness? wanna see you.â
you take his jaw in your palm, bringing him to your face in an open mouthed kiss. as soon as his tongue touches yours, youâre falling apart, hips jutting faster, face going limp. thereâs white behind your eyelids, squeezing them shut because the pleasure is more than you can handle.
âall for me. let me have it. my pretty girl, arenât you?â he grunts, laying kiss upon kiss on your lips. âyouâre not leavinâ me after this are you?â
âfuck,â you try to whisper so your friends donât hear, but itâs spilling out of you, âno, never. i love you so much, katsuki. so much.â
finally, finally he gets to hear it from you. âi love you too. you drive me insane.â
once youâre wiped out, bakugou pulls his fingers from your quivering hole and quickly inserts them into his mouth.Â
you laugh sleepily, hitting his shoulder, âyouâre so crazy.âÂ
he shrugs, locking you in his arm against his chest. once he's sure he's sucked every bit of your essence, he smirks, âi would eat you out but theyâre gonna hear you screaminâ. you wouldnât want that.â
heâs missed you desperately. especially like this, tender in his arms looking at him like heâs your world. heâs sure heâs got the same look in his eyes.
another giggle flows from you.
âcan i be yours again? you takinâ me back?â he asks softly, preparing to flinch from your rejection. he could barely take it the first time, but now?
âiâm not saying noâ,â
bakugou rests his head on your shoulder in failure, hands gripping your waist. âfuck.â
âno, listen to me,â he lifts his head slowly, the pout unmissable, âi love you, i want to be with you forever. i just need to work on ignoring the comments and getting so jealous. or else this will just happen again.â
âcanât have this happeninâ again,â he mumbles, completely lovedrunk, trying to read everything unsaid in your eyes.Â
you shake your head, holding him in your hands, âjust give me some time, please. i know i sorta sprung it on you before.â
he understands what youâre saying, he gets it. doesnât mean it still doesnât sting. he kisses both your palms, holding your wrists. you feel soppy like a ball of emotions and bakugou doesnât look any different.
âokay. tell me what i needa do too. you and i against the world, baby.â
that makes you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips, âyou and i, baby.â
after spending another fifteen minutes looking like you didnât just come on his fingers, you and bakugou walk back into midoriyaâs living room a metre apart.Â
uraraka has a shaky smile on, looking like prey in an ocean of sharks. izuku has a single eyebrow raised in suspicion and todoroki, well heâs completely neutral.
âyou guys back together now?â the bi-haired pro hero asks.
âyou were gone for a while,â your best friend offers, tilting her head for an answer.
a slow smile creeps on midoriyaâs face, particularly focusing on his best friend beside you. how bakugou twitches, the permanent blush on his face and how his cream woollen jumper is zipped not quite all the way up, showing a little too much chest.Â
though he doesnât say a word, he knows exactly whatâs gone down.
you're first to shake your head, sitting next to midoriya whilst bakugou sits across from you on the sofa next to todoroki. you stare at your ex-boyfriend when you reply to your friends, pulling the sleeve of your jumper.Â
âno, we were just talking. had lots to say.âÂ
bakugou bites his smirk, pulling on his best poker face as he spreads his legs apart and slouches on the sofa.Â
âmind your business,â is all he says, looking at your thighs so you cross them over in a panic.
todoroki laughs, âsure, like the tension in this room hasnât changed.â
bakugou shoves his friend, âshut the fuck up.â
uraraka locks eyes with you on her arm chair, mouthing, âyou okay?â
you nod, eyes practically twinkling. mouthing back, âiâm good.â
after the snappy back and forth between bakugou and todoroki, ruby eyes are back on yours with sappy adoration, knee bouncing and scratching the back of his head.
âsee, you could barely talk about yn before and now you canât take your eyes off her.â
âleave him, shouto!â midoriya blurts at the same time bakugou grunts, âget off my fuckinâ ass.â
todoroki deems his suspicions confirmed when bakugou climbs into your car at the end of the night.
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â meet kenji bakugou yln!! the baby of yn yln and bakugou katsuki. no, theyâre not married⊠or in a relationship⊠yeah, you know theyâve never dated! it was just a one night stand and she still had the baby. i heard heâs a good father too⊠wait look, are you sure like theyâre not dating?
SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) after a bad day at work, your baby father comes over to drop your kid home
WARNINGS: pro hero!bkg, child death mention, flirting, crying n comfort
NOTES: iâve never got so many people asking for MORE so if i get that again im gonna deactivate xoxo
PART ONE / BABY DADDY MASTERLIST / PART THREE
katsuki: Kenji has fallen asleep in my car so donât be loud when you open the door
bakugou katsuki cradles his son against one bicep, holding his little deku trainers in his other hand with his matching green travel bag hanging off a single finger.Â
itâs a sight that calms you, thatâs for sure. after a long day at work at the hospital, thereâs nothing more you need than to sit down at home in silence to collect your thoughts. as a doctor, you dealt with injured patients often, especially in a society with wannabe villains and unregulated vigilantes. every shift was different and a whirlwind. today being one of the bad ones dealing with a death that just wasnât warranted, they rarely rarely ever are but this one today just wasnât⊠a second more, fuck maybe if you tried⊠or if you didnâtâŠ
you gaze at your sonâs face first. puffy cheeks breathing in and out, eyelashes fanned across them, closed in a deep sleep. heâs got a dynamight t-shirt on and you can already predict he was running havoc in his daddyâs agency. you press a wet kiss to his cheek.
then your baby daddy, holding your son with a single muscled arm against his black woolly jumper, rocking him ever so slightly. that usual smirk heâs got on his face, on tv, on patrol, to you, has immediately dropped to a look of concern at the sight of you. you donât look that bad do you? fuck, you should have looked in the mirror before he came.
bakugou feels his heart drop to his ass at the sight of you. youâre 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 youâre not wearing a bra but not enough where nipple is showing.
he wonât 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. heâs an idiot to not think somethingâs up.Â
âi donât wanna talk about it. can you drop him in his bed? heâs up early tomorrow.â 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 itâs way up your nose and youâre fighting the urge to roll your eyes from how delicious he always smells.
âfuck, okay,â he replies, looking you up and down, twice over before kicking off his shoes as quietly and quickly as possible. âtook 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.â
you snort, crossing your arms as you lean against your fridge.. you have no clue why bakugou says things like this to you. itâs never often but you could count all the times on one hand. âhe 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 youâre going to build him an indoor slide. he loves it.â
bakugou freezes, looking over at you once his shoes are off. then down at his son with these wide eyes like heâs just got a peep into his brain. âah sometimes i just⊠adult environment, you know? not a place for a kid.â
you follow the blonde into your sonâs 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, âdadaâŠ.â
âhuh-uh. iâll see you later, little man.â 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 kenjiâs bedroom door behind him.
youâre both too close. itâs a feat that happens a few times when you're both alone. either youâve taken more steps than needed and youâre right up in katsukiâs 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 heâs focused on how the skin around your eyes is dry from tears and thereâs a slight rasp to your voice.
âyouâre going to spoil him if you build that slide.â
âiâll say itâs for my employees too. everyone can use it.â
âbut really itâs for him, isnât it?â
bakugou smiles slightly, just the left corner of his lips quirking up, eyes shining, ââcourse it is. heâd fuckinâ love it.â
now you laugh because even though youâre not with your sonâs father, youâre so grateful heâs got a father whoâs so willing and proactive and loves him. almost as much as you do, okay, the same amount equallyâŠÂ
âyou gonna tell me why youâve been cryinâ?âÂ
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 shouldnât be there. back on your shoulders or your waist orâ
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. bakugouâs following behind, not leaving much space behind you.
âit⊠wasnât some guy was it? the one from that date you went on?âÂ
you spin around in shock and bakugouâs raking his hand through his hair on edge.
âif itâs him iâll kill him.â
now, he looks like the dynamight you see on your television when theyâre showing his best bits from the decade. eyes alight, mind racing with possibilities. his fist clenching like heâs already trying to store his sweat for a blast.
âwhat? no? i didnât even go on a date then. i told you that?â
bakugou tries to recall that conversation⊠your green panties⊠jazz bar⊠you did say you were going out with aâŠ.
âyou were actually with a friend?â
âyeah. why would i lie?â
you know why youâd exaggerate and hold back details. but you didnât think youâd 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 heâs finally got answers after days of ruminating.Â
âoh, fuck. okay, then,â he breathes and itâs like a weight has fallen off his chest, âanother guy?â
âno guy, katsuki.â
you could just tell him to leave and you know heâd listen, if anything heâd actually understand. youâre about two metres apart now but thereâs a string that keeps dragging him closer to you. one metre apart.
âwhat happened at work today? stupid patient?â
his deducing skills arenât bad, though slightly off. itâs like heâs flicking through the book of yn, everything heâs gathered about you from his few years of knowing you. still half empty with so much more to learn.Â
you tilt your head at him, leaning on the back of your sofa as he leans on your kitchen counter top. you wonder if heâs 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.
âhow do you handle people dying all the time?â
bakugouâs eyes widen in realisation. you donât look as if you want comfort yet, your walls are still up, arms crossed against your chest.
âtherapy. blockinâ shit out. rememberinâ i can only do what i can do.â 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. âi canât save everyone. neither can you, sweetheart.â
youâve been a doctor as long as heâs been a pro hero. you havenât 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. âbut 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. thatâs like if kenji andââ
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.
âand i tried katsuki, i tried but i didn't have enough time.â you muffle against his chest, tears falling freely and catching in your throat. âi saw the panic and light leave his eyes all at once.â
âthereâs never enough fuckinâ time. but you tried, all we can do is try, baby. youâre insane at your job, i know you did what you could. gotta find peace with that, hm?â
you know. you know this. they tell you in sensitivity training and youâve 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 bakugouâs 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.
âyouâre good, yeah? all good.â
âyou talk to kenji like this, donât you?â
a breathless laugh falls from bakugou and you hate how utterly gorgeous he looks through your blurry eyes. âsometimes you gotta tell him heâs okay so he doesnât burst into tears at nothinâ.â
you nod with a small smile, âsorry for getting snot on you.â
âi only wear black now for you and him. never know when the waterworks will start.â
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.
âbut talk about this shit. with me or someone, storing it all up⊠itâs gonna burst.â and he levels you with a stare so serious you can only nod.
âyou give really good hugs,â you mumble and bakugou grins.
âyeah? i donât get that compliment a lot.â
âitâs because you donât hug anyone but kenji.â
bakugouâs eyes narrow in defense, âhow do you know?â
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, ââcause i know.â
âthatâs mum logic for you. âcause you know.â he rolls his eyes and you shrug with a smug look on your face. âdo you want another or is my time up here?â
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.
âfuck, i really needed this,â you mumble, snuggling into his large body and pressing your cheek into his pectoral.
heâs in off season currently, always training but eating whatever he wants is causing his body to be slightly softer where it counts. heâs like a perfect pillow, firm with a squish and with all the emotion finally draining out of you youâre getting sleepy on him.
âam i gonna have to put you to bed too?â
your eyes snap open and your arms tighten around his back. he didnât mean it like that, he definitely didnât mean it like that. but now youâre 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 andâ
âhmm, no. iâll be off you in just three seconds.â
three seconds ends up being five and thatâs when you feel the hard press into your stomach. one that has your body react like itâs been dumped in hot water.
âkatsuki, is that yourâ,â
bakugou grunts like a bear, untangling to push you out of his arms, holding you arms width away. thereâs a light flush of pink on his cheeks and he looks shamelessly away from you. you canât help but look down at his crotch and see the swell⊠even in his jeans.
âyou really donât hug women, do you?â
âwoman, you⊠you drive me crazy.â he states letting go of you and rubbing his face with a single hand.
giggles begin to bubble up and before you know it theyâre falling out of you. you cover your mouth to not wake up kenji, âiâm only joking.. kinda?â
bakugou shakes his head with a smirk, making his way over to your front door to pull his shoes on. he doesnât 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 doesnât 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 doesnât want to admit it but it feels like youâre made for him. you fit perfectly.
âhappy i can make you laugh like that, sweetheart.â
when bakugouâs ready to leave, you feel a rock drop to the pit of your stomach. youâve really enjoyed his presence, him. you notice him gazing at your bitten lips, then your puffy cheeks, then up to your less bloodshot eyes.Â
âiâll pick kenj up in two days. my ma wants to see him, take him to the aquarium i think.â
you nod, feeling warm despite the emptiness. âokay, just text me.â
bakugou nods back, and itâs another silent staring contest between you both. unsaid words floating around the room. maybe in another life when your kid isnât sleeping and you werenât done crying over a shift and bakugou katsuki was just bakugou katsuki, youâd ask if he wanted to stay the night.
but bakugou katsuki will never be just bakugou katsuki.
âokay⊠iâll go,â 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, âsee you, yn.â
âbye katsuki."
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cw: tipsy bkg, head (m) (ikr how crazy), fluff, smut, established relationship. probably typos. iâll add borders later.
âwhereâŠ,â thereâs a soft slam of your front door, keys being thrown on the table and boots being kicked off. a light stumble with a swear tacked on at the end. âwhere are you?â
âbedroom!â you call, sitting on your bed to pull up your large pyjama t-shirt to the tops of your thighs and opening your tub of vanilla body cream.
your response gets an incoherent mumble across your flat as thereâs more shuffling down your hallway. a jacket being tugged off and⊠something else?
bakugou katsukiâs head pops through the doorway first. droopy eyes, wrinkled black t-shirt (he did leave here with a jumper so you wonder where that is) and no trousers (jumper is probably where the trousers are).
âdid you lose your clothes outside?â you laugh as strong thick legs wade their way towards you.
he moves like a zombie with his fluffy messy hair, slow walk with his arms out to you.
the six foot four pro hero shakes his head at you sloppily, towering over your frame for a second before dropping to his knees between your legs. he rests all his body weight on you, exhausted.
you watch him enamoured, like heâs a dog just trying to show he wants some attention. he circles his arms around your waist and his head drops on your lap, snuggling into you tightly.
âtook them off by the door. you donât like my jeans on your bed.â he breathes, closing his eyes, âyou smell so fuckinâ good.â
you opt to creaming your arms instead.
âdid you have fun tonight then?â you offer, dipping your fingers into the cold cream and slathering it over your arms. bakugou holds you despite your movement, pecking the bare skin of your thigh.
the man grunts, a slow lift and quick drop of his shoulders in a shrug.
âsparky is investinâ in a stupid cocktail company. he wanted us to try them all,â he sounds disgusted by it, âthey were all disgustinâ.â
youâve got a tipsy katsuki tonight. you smile down at him, pushing his hair off his forehead to get a proper look at his face. bakugou looks up at you, innocent and pitiful but you know heâs anything but.
âhow many did you have?â
âthree?â
âyou little lightweight.â
he opens his mouth to push his top row of teeth into your thigh. you splutter when it tickles, shoving his head off you. together you eye the imprint of his teeth as he sits back on his ass on the floor. just in his underwear and a tshirt.
âthey were high percentage cans. too goddamn high,â he huffs, eyes flickering over your body, âyou just showered.â
you nod, resting back on your arms behind your body. youâve finished moisturising, youâve done your skincare and youâre practically ready to roll into bed.
but itâs not often you get a drunk or tipsy bakugou. he hates drinking, was one of the first things he mentioned when he met you because he heard it was a dealbreaker for some. it definitely wasnât for you, especially when he said he just hates how slow and out of control it made him feel.
âyouâre like an â88 first edition gold rimmed mint all might winter suit card,â he rambles, standing up to push you back into the bed with all your confusion.
âwhat?â itâs times like these when you remember youâre dating a nerd.
he grabs your hips to push you up the bed so heâs got enough space to seat his body between your legs and rest his forearms by your head. you open your legs wider, letting his head sink into the crook of your neck.
you feel him inhale again as if heâs a wolf scenting you.
âitâs the best card you can get, rare as hell. less than twenty were made and itâs out of the old card material before that company went out of production,â you circle your arms around his shoulders, listening. bakugou, speaks into your neck, kissing after every couple words. âiâve got one of the cards. âts in my office.â
you lock your legs behind his back.
âokayâŠâ you drawl, brushing your fingers through his hair looking up at your ceiling with a frown, ânow whatâs that to do with me?â
bakugou freezes, resting on his forearms to look at you properly. you make his heart ache, a sharp pang in his chest and he grunts. your face has a glossy shine to it, the t-shirt youâre wearing (which is one of his) is fresh out the dryer with that cotton smell and youâre holding him just as tight as heâs holding you.
he doesnât realise heâs looking at you like heâs confused that youâre confused.
âcominâ in here was like openinâ a rare pack,â he sniffs and when youâre still frowning he continues, âyou ready for bed after a shower is my favourite you. seeinâ you is the same feelinâ as when i got that card.â
itâs soppy and silly.
âand that card is so rare and so are you. i have you and iâve got that card.â
you nod slowly in understanding and a small smile lands on bakugouâs cheeks.
âyouâre saying you love me a lot,â you reply, pouting your lips out for a kiss which he quickly responds to.
âiâm sayinâ more than that baby,â he whines but it only makes you laugh, âim sayinâ youâre rare and only i get to see you like this and iâm the fuckinâ luckiest motherfucker in the world.â
âyouâre a soppy nerd when youâre drunk, katsuki,â you slap your hand over his mouth before he can reply, âbut thatâs really cute. i love you too.â
ââm beinâ romantic. that card sells for thousands,â he whispers when he presses his lips against yours again but this time he opens his mouth and tilts his head. you copy, letting his tongue swirl with yours. minty fresh toothpaste with maybe a pina colada from him at the back. your body heats when the kiss gets messier, a moan releasing from the back of bakugouâs throat. when your legs tighten around him, thatâs when he gives in, letting the full weight of his hips rest between your legs.
you inhale when you feel him, hard and heavy, both covered by your underwear.
âwhy were you hiding from me?â you say as he runs his lips down your jaw. youâre reactive now, body jolting on its own, sighing softly from his thickness resting on your ass cheeks to your clit.
ââtâs fine if you donât wanna fuck. youâre goinâ to bed.â
though youâre clearly pressing him into you, lifting your hips to feel him.
bakugouâs completely aware of how much bigger he is than you. in size, in height, in power and yeah, even his cock. itâs because of all those factors, why he prefers for you to initiate, to stop him feeling like a raging beast pulling a princess from her tower.
he canât get his hands off you, now sneaking up your t-shirt to feel your hips, then your waist and your soft breasts. youâre smooth, a layer of that cream you just put on. good enough to eat with that vanilla smell.
ââki,â you breathe and he jolts his head up, âwhat do you want from me?â
bakugou wouldnât say heâs a horny drunk. well heâs hardly ever drunk for one so he wouldnât say heâs an anything drunk since he doesnât have enough data. but you came up in his mind more than usual while he was drinking with the boys and then his walk home. and he just said, this is his favourite you, after a shower and ready for bed. his rare all might card.
âdonât ask me that,â he grunts, but he starts grinding down into you without meaning to. you react like a flicker of a flame, soft moans from your throat. âwhat dâyou want me to do?â
âwhyâre you so stubborn?â you arch your back and bakugouâs greedy hands pull your top up to under your neck. your whole body exposed to him, minus your tiny little underwear bottoms.
ââcause iâm the one that came in here drunk and all over you.â but heâs speaking to your body like youâre a meal he needs to get his hands on yesterday. âfuck. fuck, youâre so beautiful.â
âtake your clothes off,â if you have to be in charge here, so be it.
your boyfriend listens, digging his knees into the mattress as he grabs the fabric at the back of his neck and yanks it over his head. you hum in appreciation, drifting your fingertips over his toned muscled chest. you point to his underwear.
âthose too. off.â
bakugou inhales sharply but listens, pulling the tight fabric down his legs and your mouth practically waters when his appendage slaps against his chest. his cock is right in your face as you lay back.
âitâs up to you, baby. donât wanna pressure you,â he warns, cupping his heavy balls for some release.
you know for a fact your underwear is stained through, especially when he throws his head back with a sweet curse.
âi know, i know. youâre so handsome, katsuki,â that gets him looking back at you. your face, then your tits, then back at you.
âwhat?â
âyouâre so gorgeous. iâm lucky to have you too.â
âfuck,â he canât stop swearing, taking hold of the base of his cock and squeezing. âi donât think i can fuck you, iâll come as soon as iâm inside.â
itâs honest and a little cute, a smile blooming on your face. you take the pause to pull off your t-shirt, throwing it off the bed.
âthatâs okayâ,â
ââtâs not. âm not usinâ you like that.â he shakes his head sharply, enough to know you canât change his mind on it.
âwhat if i want your dick in my mouth?â and you show him how as you sit up on your bed and he still rests on his shins. youâre at the right height to slide it in your mouth.
you press a kiss to his cockhead, licking up all the pre and pressing your cheek his length. ââki?â
you give him these round, shiny innocent eyes that hold the stars. bakugou feels as if he canât hold a single thought in his head.
âyou just cleaned up, âm all dirtyâ,â
âkatsuki, let me.â you push and he twitches against your cheek, âi really want to.â
itâs not often you give him head compared to how often he gives you head. bakugou is never one to ask for it and you rarely want to give it even though he always asks to be between your legs. you asking to suck him off is another rare card, a fucking â99 gold rimmedâ
âokay, baby,â he murmurs, moving all your hair out of your face and behind your shoulders.
âdonât touch my head,â you warn and bakugou nods his head rapidly, adjusting his hand to your cheek.
heâs on edge, holding his breath as you, his perfect, beautiful fucking girlfriend holds his cock with a single fist. then you hold the rest with your other hand, pointing it to your lips.
âiâm gonna come quickly. i already fuckinâ know i amâ,â
âthatâs fine, âki honey,â you soothe, âjust tap me when you think you are.â you lick around his sensitive tip with your tongue then you swallow as if youâre giving him a taste test. ânot bad,â you whisper to yourself.
then you get started. removing one hand to sink yourself onto his cock, just as far as you can go without choking. when his tip his hits the tightness at the back of your throat where saliva has gathered, bakugou groans, holds the underside of your jaw.
âsorry, fuck, sorry baby,â he grunts every few seconds, apologising for simply being a man aroused.
you bob your head, swirling your tongue around what you can and pressing your thighs tightly together.
youâve never been a fan of giving head but once in a while the want bursts through you, the power of having him under your command. this big groaning man falling apart because of you.
and katsuki is always a good listener. careful with you. makes sure not to buck his hips and you can tell he wants to because he bites down on his bottom lip. he doesnât stop with the noise and he never pushes your head down.
âso fuckinâ good,â he whines, throwing his head back. you sharply suck, your hand at the base of his cock squeezing tightly. his moan is crumbled, choked on every sound trying to escape, âtryna kill me? babygirl.â
you pull off him for a second, stroking him in the meantime as you wipe your nose. youâre just about to wipe your eyes when bakugou swipes his thumbs under them both.
âyouâre my beautiful girl.â
your moment of control falters a little, as you become focused on one aim and one aim only. your boyfriendâs pleasure and thatâs all.
âkiss?â
he ducks down, hand on your chin as he stuffs his tongue in your mouth. he takes control of the kiss, like heâs giving you mid sex aftercare, making sure youâre okay because you had his cock in your mouth for a few minutes.
âdoinâ so well, baby.â he speaks into your mouth, nibbling on your bottom lip before letting it snap into place.
thatâs enough, pushing him off you so you can take his cock back.
youâre faster now, less careful about being comfortable, especially when youâre able to sneak your fingers beneath your panties to press onto your clit.
your lips and cheeks suction around him, tongue flat on his underside. bakugouâs eyes widen, staring down at you. âholy fuckinâ,â
his hand cups the nape of your neck though he doesnât move you.
âshit, any more and iâm gonna come,â his deep grumbling voice gets pitchy, unable to keep levelled, âi really⊠oh shit baby.â
you place your hands on his hips to help guide your head. itâs loud, the sound of your spit and the friction of him. your small whines every time you rub sweetly on yourself and bakugou, his grunts take up the whole room.
he taps your shoulder lightly, âiâm gonna now. iâm fuckinâ,â
you slow down as he does, ropes of the stuff pouring down your throat. you let it all happen, laying a palm flat on his chest as the man above you grunts your name like heâs cursing you to damnation. he definitely isnât.
when heâs done he slides out of your mouth and you hop up to your bathroom to spit.
when you return only a few seconds later, bakugou is laying back on your bed with his arms open. two thick biceps wrap you up in a cuddle.
âi havenât forgotten about you. lemme see your panties.â
with your cheek pressed against his pectorals, you playfully roll your eyes.
âhow do you want me to show you?â you say, cheek smushed.
âsit on my face? or you lay back and i eat you?â he looks funny from this angle, lifting his head to look down at you. cheeks flushed and heartbeat still racing to come down.
âiâll sit on you.â you begin to sit up but pause, hitting his shoulder, âdonât look so happy!â
bakugou adjusts his body, hands finding your waist as you shuffle up. his smile could light up a city, âiâm lookinâ like you just accepted my offer to sit on my face. whatâs with you tonight?â
you pout, sitting on his upper chest, âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âyou donât usually ask to suck me off. you usually say no to sittinâ on my face. todayâs my lucky fuckinâ day.â
itâs true, you always moan itâs too intimate but letting him eat you any other way.
you shrug softly, pulling off your underwear and throwing it in his face. bakugouâs a dog with a ball, grabbing the fabric and stuffing it under his nose.
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