his brain chemistry just clicks, eying you like candy and wants to admit that the dopamine rush is intense, his body acting on the first thought he gets when he lays eyes on you.

and last night, it was some panty fetish he randomly had. saw just the outline of your panties, and it was game over in the matter of minutes. immediately, like clockwork, you were on your knees with your face in the mattress— confused, aroused, moaning, and sensitive.

“you smell good, sweet girl..” he mumbles, pinching your clit through your panties and biting his lip. “just wan’na..” he stops, darting his tongue out at your clothed slit, dampening the fabric. “oh god..” he says muffled, hands pulling your thighs apart so he has more room.

“b—baby,” you mewl into the silky velvet sheets of your bed, “oh god, it feels good, but a little weird..”

he suckles, no longer damp, but soaked. “itll get better, mama.” he chuckles, his eyes rolling when he finds your swollen clit and teethed at it soft. “what we got here..?” he asked sing song, a soft smack to your ass. “yer getting so wet.. even without my help.”

finally pressing through the woods of dating pools, apps and events, you thought you could get a break. a fucking deserved break! no more heroes, just civilians. theyd make more time and effort for the relationship! thats all you thought about, effort and time. it takes you a couple of times to finally emerge into the dating pools, but it was working.

was working, until that fuck decided to text you.

“hows your date going, baby? you know daddy misses you.”

your heart drops, how the actual fuck did he know that you were on a date?? you wanted to grind your teeth, your date sweaty now.

“so.. you used to date— dynamight?” he asks, hoping and praying that you didnt, because he knew hed be fucked up if you did. he had so many questions, for how long? when ? did you guys have kids?—

“we were married, but i divorced him.” you say, sighing when he quickly gathers his things to dine and dash out the semi fancy restaurant. another spoiled date, you thought. or maybe the date you chose was simply a bitch, obviously you wouldnt want that.

but he was the seventh spoiled date, for some reason— conveniently, katsuki was always aware.

“why do you make me do this, baby?” he whispered in your ear, hands in your panties copping a feel of your plump ass. he sucks in a breath, almost like he was resisting the temptation to get on his knees.. again. “what with all these dates ‘nd shit..? you really wanna move on from me?”

“we’re— fuck.. divorced, you perverted asshole.” you grit, trying your best to push him away. “get off and out.”

“jeez, you’re pickin’ up on my language.” he snickers, reminiscing on his art that littered your neck. “you vowed to me, ya know? that yer’ always mine.”

a irritation grew over you. “when you married me, and you werent always away from me.” you remind, putting salt in the wound. “maybe if you were around , we’d be married and you would have every right to do this.”

now he was irritated, flipping you onto your stomach on what used to be your dining table. he chuckled, pulling your head back by your hair and wagging his finger in your face. you somewhat missed when he did this, dominating you in the bedroom. “ah ah, i still have every right.” he coos, his fingers flicking at your entrance and slipping pass. “you havent gotten away from me, not at all.”

“katsuki—“

“uh uh, quiet.” he commands, pressing your face against the table as he hikes your leg up to crouch. “has this pretty little thing missed me?”

“no, i havent missed you.” that was a lie, a terrible one..

he leaves a slap on your ass, spitting on your clit. “meant this pretty pussy, girl.” he snarks, pulling you back by your hips to have a face full of your cunt. your breath hitches, him laughing vibrating against your skin. “still so fucking sweet.. bet you havent came in months, have you little slut?”

you nod, toes curling in embarrassment, pleasure, and sensitivity.

“you remember who yer daddy is, do ya?” he asks, tongue swirling around your clit. his hands press against the under cup of your ass, squeezing and jiggling. “i am, im yer daddy.” he reminds, licking up from your clit to your back to kiss. “how bad do you want me, baby? use your words.”

you couldnt , using your eyes. “please.”

“cmon’, dont tell me only months being separated you forget yer manners.” he raises an eyebrow, suddenly his tip was smearing pre up and down your slit. “do i need to remind you basics, baby?”

no seriously, he is. sometimes he needs to unwind and feel you, paw at your breasts or have his hair played with. he can be so strong and mean, but this was his time to be a soft little man.

“ah—“ he tried to reach up, but pouts when you pull a breast away from him. “fuckin— please, baby.” he scoffs, following your retracted breast.

“ah ah, gotta ask nice.” you say to him, a smirk on your face. “what do we say.”

“give me a fuckin tit is what we say,” he groans, his lap pressed against yours and he bucks his hips a little. “just let me suck on one, ill leave yah alone after that..”

“you want me to feed you a tit, thats all you want.” your lips giggle, a pat to your ass and hes frowning. eventually, he got irritated enough to pull you forward to wrap his lips around your nipple. “you perv!”

he nips your nipple, a chuckle in his throat. “sensitive baby slut.” he growled.

“so whats his name?” he gruffs, bouncing his knee and sucking his teeth.. his heart raced at what felt like one hundred miles per hour, but he needed to know.

“…. denki needed me to help him home, he short circuited.”

“you might as well do it in our bed.” he turns his back to you, faking a temper tantrum and he feels your hands snake through. “asshole woman.”

“you know you arent mad, quit it or im pinching your nips.” you tease, hearing his disapproval. “so act right.”

like you both had a beautiful marriage— for maybe ten months, not realizing how stressful and difficult it is marrying a pro hero. it became a tradition, bakugou came home and immediately would have to go back into work because something popped up, and needed his explosives.

you had finally had enough, lacking the intimacy and love for him after many days and nights not seeing him. of course, he didnt make it easy for you when you silently slid the papers to him, he argued for days.

“you knew that id be at work— alot, so instead of you wantin’ to work with me, you leave.” he rang through your head. it sounds manipulative, really— but he fought you on this.

and when the day comes where you both were finalized, he hated it.. work became more stressful, he lashed out at everyone. cases were short nd quick, his temper immediately kicking him off the case.

but.. he was still madly in love with you, he just was a dumbfuck who didnt make enough time for you— and it seems bad, he seemed like he only now tried to make time for you after divorce. but it made him realize he was completely wrong and he needs to do better, so he does just that.

“we’re divorced, katsuki.” you mumble between kisses, feeling his rough, gloved hands grip your waist and touch you in places that made you feel on fire. “cant go back.. now.”

“we could, up ta’ you.” he gruffs, his stubble prickling your cheeks and he sucks at your neck. “all.. up to you..” he tries to go lower, but you fight him on it. “dont do this to me—“

“just business, dynamight.” you remind, seeing his eyes flicker and he cups your jaw with strong fingers, shoving you to the wall to tower over you. where the fuck was all this passion months ago before you make the decision to divorce him? you didnt know, but it still made no difference.

he turned you on.

“just business, but yet, yer’ gettin’ soaked right ‘cher.” he presses his fingers at your crotch, biting his lip when he meets a wet spot. “you havent been touched in so long.. all my fault, ha?”

“very much your fault.” you spit, watching the saliva dribble down his cheek.

he had half the mind to choke you, watch your eyes roll back from pleasure and see how your life was in his hands— sexually, of course. but another part of him wanted to get on his knees to eat you slow and sloppy. “let me make it up to ya, honey.”

he likes knowing you know what colors fit you, especially since his mama was a designer, so he knew colors and how they went with some skin tones.

“what? you dont like post workout smell? weak.” he snorts, digging his knuckles into your head and giving you a doogie. “you were the one to say you liked my musk.” well, he was somewhat right. but not funk, musk and funk are strictly different things.

“id prefer if it wasnt on me, nasty ass.” he chortles, pushing himself into your body.. it wouldve been a sweet thing, him not being so so touchy when it came to anything, but— he ruined it by pressing a finger inside your belly button. “get out’ta me!”

….

he stares at you, a grin trying to crack on his face, but he tries to hold it back. “.. now what?” he asks, seeing your face as you have just realized what you said. he breaks, a stomach fueled laugh coming from him and he wraps an arm around your neck. “get out of you, huh?”

“shut up, dingbat.” you quote from a familiar show you both watched, but he pressed a wet kiss, then a lick on your face. “oh my god, katsuki—“

“yeah, scream for me, baby.” he says lowly, but you wiggle from his grasp.