#smooth like butter
hot like summer || k. bakugou
sweet summertime was here, its arrival announced by bright blue skiesand the shrill laughter of children bounding their way through local parks.
it was humid air that forced your hair against your neck in a sticky union, light breezes swaying the vivid green leaves of tall trees. it was begging your boyfriend for a weekend at the beach, complete with sandcastles and tanning and the brilliant sparkle of sunlight against the water’s surface. it was a weekend tote thrown over your shoulder as you bounced down the stairs of your apartment building and out the doors towards his slick convertible coupe.
and it certainly included your handsome man with tank tops that showed off his impressive arms. thank god for summer.
“oi, quit staring and give me your bag.”
the words came out grumbled, but bakugou held his arm out expectantly, palm turned skyward. you obliged him with a smile, holding over the offending bag before assuming your position in the passenger seat, comfortable leather warm against your skin.
the soft thud of the trunk closing came first. bakugou soon settled into the driver’s seat, closing the door with such affection that you were often worried that his gorgeous black car was his one true love, leaving you in sorrowful second-place.
the mercedes was a hell of a car, one that bakugou kept impeccably clean inside and out. no food, drinks must becapped, preferably water. so help you god if you spill a drop of soda on his perfectly maintained floor mats. a luxurious beast made for the number two pro-hero, his convertible was the perfect summertime ride.
“shotgun gets music privileges,” you chirped as you pulled out your phone, the ping of the bluetooth connection earning you an instant response.
“like hell you are. you’re not going to put on that stupid fucking condiment song.”
a hand pressed to your heart in faux agony, you gasped at his betrayal.
“first of all, i hope that kami-sama forgives your heathenism, because i don’t know if i can. how could you say that? and secondly, butter is not a condiment, you big dork.”
“hah? are you stupid or something? butter is a fucking condiment - what are you on today?” bakugou snarled, one hand on the steering wheel as he effortlessly weaved through traffic. the other leisurely rested against your thigh, every so often trailing a finger or two across your skin. despite the gruff response, you knew these types of debate would keep him entertained and significantly less pissy through the five hour drive to the rented beach house.
“it’s a cooking ingredient! do you call oil a condiment?” you retorted as you scrolled through your playlists, now intent on finding the aforementioned tital.
“again, what are you on, dumbass? butter goes on toast. and vegetables. and noodles. and a bunch of other shit. what the fuck, y/n?”
although he kept his attention on the road, you could see the sparkle of amusement in those beautiful red eyes. as much as he tried to hide it, he was a sucker for you. don’t tell kaminari or sero - he’d never hear the end of it.
“babe, when you think of condiments, do you really think of butter?” another quick counter, earning a groan from bakugou. “or do you think of ketchup? come on, boom, admit it. i’m totally right on this.”
bakugou merely shook his head in disbelief, a sigh escaping his nose at your insistence. however, the slightest curve of his lips was enough to make your heart flutter. there it is, the rare and elusive bakugou smile. what a blessed day for the world.
“google it,” he replied simply, the gruff tone of his voice combined with that damn smile sending a fleet of butterflies to your stomach. “i know i’m right, ya moron.”
“pft. okay. stay mad that butter isn’t a condiment,” you started as you flicked to the internet browser. the following taps to the screen were quick, the pitter-patter rhythmic as you prepared yourself for the win.
unfortunately, from the macmillan dictionary to wikipedia to countless forums
reddit included,the overwhelming, resounding answer was-“this is bullshit,” you muttered, nose scrunched in irritation.
“read it and weep, baby,” katsuki chortled, his grin now stretched across his face in a victorious smirk. “i told you so.”
“come off it,” you growled in response, rolling your eyes even as bakugou gave your thigh a quick squeeze. “i will never consider butter a condiment.”
“fine, fine, whatever. just put your music on, sore loser.”
“really boom?!” you couldn’t help but squeak in response; bakugou letting you listen to k-pop with minimal bitching was a rare occasion, and you’d be a fool to not take advantage.
“yeah, yeah, don’t make me change my mind.”
“thank you, boom.”
leaning over the center console, you popped a wet kiss to katsuki’s cheek, ignoring the scowl accompanied by brightly glowing cheeks.
and for the next two minutes and forty-four seconds, you pretended to ignore the way he would hum along and mutter the lyrics under his breath.
the upcoming hot summer may have made you sweat, but bakugou’s sweet side was what would melt you throughout your favorite season.
I’ve come out of retirement for this absolute banger
Also meet my puppy Max!
