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malandro-m · 2 months

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Military general! Katsuki and head nurse! reader

cw: minors don’t interact, smut, fingering, penetration, sorta fluffy, sneaky links lol, aged up.

an: i don’t take requests! also i haven’t written bakugou in a while so enjoy a little new sexy lover boy katsuki

“you really need to start taking better care of your soliders,” you state, arms folded with your clipboard against your chest as you walk through the centre of your newest pop up hospital.

you analyse your nurses, stationed at every bed, applying ointment or wrapping up solider after solider in bandages. your comment is for the big headed, arrogant and very grumpy general beside you, also with his arms crossed.

he grunts, typical, and narrows his eyes at every one of his soldiers, “gives me a reason to visit you.”

you ignore the leap of your heart, fighting the urge to look around the room to check if anyone heard. they never do, it’s why you’ve been able to keep whatever this is up for so long.

“let’s try not have forty percent of your men in here just so you have an excuse to see me, general.”

you say it in the same dry tone as him, fingers gripping your clipboard. you don’t turn to look at him, just focused on your office at the end of the hall. almost there.

“i bet you get wet at the sight of all these men coming in knowing i’m gonna be behind them all.”

your eyes widen. he’s got the worst mouth you’ve ever heard on a man. you only manage your hand on the door handle to your office before he swings it open wider to fit you both through, then pushes you with his hips to get you in. he shuts the door behind him swiftly in silence.

now you really get to see him with mostly all of your guards down. arousal hums through your body. he towers over you stupidly, arms long enough to wrap around your body in a lock and chest so wide there’s no way anyone’s seeing you from behind.

he doesn’t follow the recommended military general uniform unless it’s an award ceremony so you’re very happily stuck with him in a black knitted bulletproof jumper, black cargos and black leather boots.

gorgeous. he’s a very gorgeous man. stubble littering his sharp, sharp jaw, one gold hoop earring on his left ear and unruly blonde hair that looks styled but you know it’s not. (you’ve been with him when he’s woken up and yeah, it’s like that.)

“you’re so irritating,” you curse, setting down your clipboard on your table behind you. you lean on the edge, your arms resting behind you. the position allows his red eagle eyes to gaze down your body. you stick to uniform rules, though you add your own twists. buttoning up your white nurse jacket with a black tank top underneath and opting for tight jeans instead of the knee length skirt.

“yeah? you’re beautiful,” a grin is sneaking onto his face and you roll your eyes so you miss it. they’re killer, his grins, and you know he’s aware of their power. especially as he steps towards you and places a large paw like hand on your waist.

“i’m really beginning to think you send your soldiers out there to get killed so you can visit more often,” you whisper, your lower half warming up rapidly at the feel of his body so close to yours.

he chuckles and you think you might be the only one here who’s ever heard it, “what’re you gonna do with a dead man? just lightly injured, angel.”

you arch your head as he ducks down to press kisses along your neck. you sigh softly and he grips your hips harder in return.

“angel? that’s new?”

he hums on your neck, pressing his groin into your stomach. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in closer, your heart racing. he’s addictive and the building urge to have him now is shaking through your body.

“once i woke up on one of your beds and thought you were one. suits you.”

his voice is equal parts harsh and sweet, carrying a matter of fact tone that you love. he makes it obvious, his attraction to you, like of course he thinks you’re angelic and gorgeous and—

“what’re you thinkin’ about?” he mumbles pulling away from your neck to press a kiss to your cheek, then another.

bakugou licks a stripe across his plump bottom lip, eyeing your lips then your eyes. fuck. he’s gorgeous.

“you, stupid,” you laugh breathlessly, scratching the back of his head lightly.

“me?” and there it is, the unknown bakugou katsuki grin in full bloom. in another world, where he wasn’t a head general of an army and you weren’t the head nurse of an army, you’d see this every night from your bed. “i’m a lucky man.”

you only get him on the odd time in your office though.

“yeah, whatever. are we gonna have sex or not?” you tilt your head and finally he kisses your lips. two pecks before he focuses on your bottom lip. tugging it with his teeth then tilting his head to slip his tongue into your mouth.

his dick is hard against your stomach and any longer, you’re about to start whining for him. bakugou can feel your impatience, he knows you too well at this point so he lifts you onto your desk and you know to unbutton your jeans.

it’s a messy affair, his lips never leaving your skin while he helps you undress. you unbuttoning your jacket and throwing it somewhere behind you to leave you in your black tank top and your blue laced thong.

he separates his lips from yours to glance down.

bakugou rubs his top lip against the bottom of his nose, his hands making home on your thighs. he looks impressed, satisfied with just the sight of you, “sexy. missed her, y’know.”

“shut up, bakugou,” you roll your eyes again because you cannot deal with him on the best of days, especially not when he can purely seduce you with his words and you need a level head when dealing with a military general.

“you’re testy today, angel,” he chuckles, grabbing the fabric of your underwear and yanking it off. “sorry, you can’t be loud for me today.”

he compliments his comment with two large fingers pushing into your centre, an easy way for your back to arch and your arms to circle around his neck.

you take a sharp breath, your forehead resting under his chin. his fingers slide in and out of you with ease at the same pace he does with his dick. “c’mon, angel.”

he curls his fingers, brushing the tips against your walls and then your eyes begin to close. “oh, bakugou,” you whisper and he keeps going.

it makes you delirious. whatever heaven should be, like that. pleasure spreads like wildfire through the rest of your body and he knows from how tight you hold him you need more.

“you, i want you now,” you mumble, your hand sliding down his body to feel at his clothed dick.

bakugou does what he’s told, he can’t help it with you. you groan at the feeling of his fingers leaving you but you zone in at his glistening fingers making their way between his lips. he licks his fingers clean, humming lowly at your taste.

“i’ll eat you out later. when you’re not beggin’ for my cock.”

you frown but it holds no weight, “have i told you you’re annoying?”

he begins to unbutton his jeans and you watch like a sniper. “yeah but you won’t in a few seconds. patience.”

he only shoves his jeans down mid thigh, grabbing the neck of his jumper to tug it off. your hands are quick on his chest, his pecs, his sides. he’s so smooth, so beautiful, dips and curves of his body.

“bakugou,” you whine and you don’t mean to say his name in that tone, but you can’t help it.

“patience, angel,” he whispers, pulling down his black boxers to finally pull out his cock.

and what a pretty cock it is. standing slightly curved to the left, thick and with three veins running up. his head is round and bulbous, you’re feigning for it between you. all of him inside you.

unlike what you thought before, bakugou is always soft at the beginning, like he thinks he’ll always be too big for you. one hand sits at your hips as he holds the base of his cock. he taps against your clit twice and you circle your arms around his waist to bring him closer.

“bakugou,” you plead again and that’s enough for him to sink into you completely.

“fuck,” he grunts as if he’s in pain. he’s the opposite. “how do you always feel like this?”

bakugou pulls you towards him so your ass is on the edge of the desk. “you good?” he whispers, body curled over yours.

you tap his back twice, always a good sign, and circle your legs around his hips. “yes, yes, obviously.”

bakugou chuckles roughly, “always wanna fight with me.”

then he starts. thrust after thrust, the thickness of dick stretching you unbelievably so. it’s delightful, only pleasure coursing through you as his dick rocks in and out.

you bite down on his shoulder, the only way for you not to moan aloud. you jump when his thumb finds your clit and you’re only moving for hedonistic reasons. tilting your hips so he can rub at your clit. pushing his head down to your face to envelop him in a dirty, wet kiss.

it’s all a lot. it always is with him. the sneaking around, the inappropriate comments in public. him begging you for a kiss when you finish mending his broken arm. the way he acts so different around you then anybody else.

now, when he’s rubbing you to completion in just the way you like with his tongue rubbing against yours and his cock buried deep inside of you.

there’s no annoyingly flirtatious comment, you both come just like that. both of you freeze, limp against each other as you come. then he jolts a few times pumping into you with his thumb pressing down on your clit.

“fuck, angel,”

“oh bakugou,”

there’s a few seconds, maybe twenty or thirty of you both just laying on each other for balance.

bakugou’s first to move, kissing your forehead and untangling your legs from his hips to pull himself out. “you okay? where’s your big ass water bottle?”

he glances around the room for it while you press your cheek against his pectorals and your arms wrap around his waist. “it’s not that big.”

“it’s literally half the size of my arm.”

“your arms aren’t that big.”

“angel, who’s side are you on?”

bakugou spots it across the room and instead of untangling himself from you, he just carries you with his hand under your ass.

“here’s your big ass bottle.”

you don’t say thank you, just ripping it from his hand and sucking on the straw. he knows you too well, that you’re always extremely thirsty after sex and your aftercare comes in cuddles.

when you’re done you offer it to him though he settles you back on the table to unscrew the top so he can drink straight from the bottle.

“you’re so dramatic.”

bakugou just shrugs and you study his adam’s apple as he swallows. he knows you’re staring without even looking so he pokes your side.

“hey!”

you’re about to bite back when there’s a rap of knuckles at the door.

“general,” kirishima; the deputy general, your most frequent visitor and your sneaky link’s closest, speaks on the other side. how did he know bakugou would be in here? but looking at bakugou he just groans, flinging his head back, “i’m guessing you’re in here with yn. hey yn. katsuki, they need you at front so hurry up whatever you’re doing, thanks!”

you hear him stomp away so you look up to bakugou with a tiny smile. you pat his chest, “you heard him, off you pop.”

“they can wait, lemme clean you up.” he offers but you’re off the table grabbing a clean wipe before he can.

“your army awaits, general. they’re probably gonna call me soon, too.” you busy yourself because this leaving part is always so weird. it’s not like he’s yours. not a boyfriend that kisses you before he goes to work in the morning, leaving you alone in bed. instead, he’s leaving you half naked in your office and you’re both going to pretend this never happened.

bakugou steps right into your space, his finger finding your chin for you to glance up. “angel, have dinner with me. sit beside me later on, yeah?”

you know you must look like a puppy. shiny eyes, staring up at this man like he offered you a bone.

“erm okay. sure.”

bakugou nods, kissing your cheek harshly but that’s just how he kisses your cheek. “i’ll be thinking about you.” then he grins, “i always do.”

you’re back to normal, shaking your head at him. “shut up, general.”

he fixes himself up before leaving. tugging on his jumper and buttoning up his jeans. bakugou feels lighter, he always does after being with you. he won’t lie, he hates the fact he’s going to go back out there and to get all heavy again. with rules, responsibilities, order and death.

“my nurses know to call me if anything wrong with you,” you say from behind him, “anything.”

bakugou grins, you always make him feel lighter.

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malandro-m · 5 months

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Bakugo x reader // fluff, established relationship

When Dynamight is a top ranked Pro Hero, people will naturally pay attention to him. He's good at what does, makes little to no mistakes on the field, albeit his fiery attitude. Also, he's hot. People can see he mellowed out, but he's still bite and bark (when it matters).

Literally everytime he's on the news, he'll be trending. Stopping a simple robbery despite not being the only pro hero present? News. Villain capture? Yep. Even more so if the villain gives him a particularly rough time and his hero costume is in tatters, and it shows more of his glistening muscles. Helping an old person cross the street? Has people gagging at his gentle action despite him telling off the senior citizen to not waste his time by going out alone and endangering themselves. Dynamight cups the old person's elbow and walks slowly while glaring at the cars to stop (the old person finds him endearing and thanks him anyway, seeing right thru him just like the whole internet).

The number one, failproof, low-effort way to get him to be the talk of the WEEK is just whenever it involves you.

People see you patrolling together, Dynamight pacing slightly behind you but still close enough. Whenever you get stopped by some fans, you entertain them and Bakugo acts like your bodyguard. He'd be standing right behind you and watch, also serving as a human barricade to block people off to prevent bumping into you. Sometimes he'd fiddle with your costume's accessories, fixing it a little if it looks out of place. People always manage to capture it on video and upload it online, and they eat it up everytime.

He'll be trending when his fellow Pro Hero friends post on their stories during their get togethers. There's this one particular story that went peak viral. Ochaco had been filming everyone and managed to take a video of the moment where a picture was being taken. He looked grumpy at first but then you scooched closer to him, his face immediately relaxes and only looks at you while you pose for the pic. Seeing the video trend, Mina, the one who took the group selfie, posted the resulting pic that night. Lo' and behold, Bakugo looking at you with a softened expression as you pose for the pic, your hand in a peace sign while a drink in the other as you lean onto Bakugo while his hand was visibly resting on your hip. The internet went wild.

The comments on Mina's post were mostly about him and you. And Bakugo adds fuel to the fire, liking every comment about how beautiful you are. People tweeting screenshots of their notifications that says Dynamight's official account liked their comments.

Bakugo doesnt really care for being viral all the time, so he wouldnt know. Its only when his friends tell him about the things people say that he knows, and when you tell him.

#bakugou x reader

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malandro-m · 5 months

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doing this to bakugou

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #black reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bnha #bnha katsuki #katsukibakugou #kachaan #bakugou imagine #bakugo drabble #bakugo x reader fluff

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malandro-m · 5 months

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you meet bakugou at a dim bar one night and he's being extremely bold, you notice, and you kinda like it. he's leaning in close and glancing at your lips whenever you talk, and you never really took him for the straight forward type but hey, you're not complaining, cute guy's flirting, and you have no qualms about reciprocating it with bats of your eyes and sly little smiles.

except he's not flirting— he's just not wearing his hearing aids. he's trying to sight read your lips.

#deaf bakugo

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malandro-m · 5 months

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thinking about your fiancée shouto taking you to meet his older brother touya for the first time.

shouto's been a pro for years now, having outpaced his family legacy and come to define himself in his own right, but his family still matters greatly to him and he makes time to see them—all of them.

and now that you're engaged, he wants you to meet all of them too. he tells you touya only has a few years left on his sentence in a high-security detention center. and touya's supposedly reformed now, after the war, exhibiting good behavior and becoming eligible for parole faster than anyone anticipated.

but you're not quite so sure touya is as good as shouto says, not with the way his eyes burn right through you as you settle across the quirk-reinforced glass from him. his gaze sharpens into something predatory, alert, altogether too keen and too interested, and it sends a shiver crawling down your spine.

and you immediately recognize the look for the simple human truth of what it is—the look of a child whose little brother is playing with a toy he's suddenly decided he wants too.

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malandro-m · 6 months

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except he's not flirting— he's just not wearing his hearing aids. he's trying to sight read your lips.

#deaf bakugo

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malandro-m · 6 months

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Katsuki has such a strong afterglow after sex. He leaves for work in the morning and everyone at the agency just knows. His shoulders sag a little more, he jokes around with Eijirou-- he just looks like the epitome of an afterglow.

It's like no matter how much he fixes his hair, it's still just a little fluffier. And there's a peachy hue to the corners of his face and across his cheek bones. They catch him biting his bottom lip while reading over a text, no doubt, from you.

#bakugo x reader

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malandro-m · 6 months

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….mechanic kirishima. since we were talking about him owning a big red truck @bakubunny

#kirishima x reader

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malandro-m · 6 months

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scumbag bakugou whose been saving and protecting (without your knowledge, of course) your virginity all for himself. he’s been so good to you, just so sweet, waiting patiently for the right moment to pounce.

that’s why his eyes damn near pop out of his socket when he hears that your about to give up his hard-earned virginity to some random dude at the party your both attending.

#bakugou x reader

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malandro-m · 6 months

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katsuki doesn’t use the word cuddle. absolutely not. he is a fully grown man, a powerful one at that. he would not be caught dead saying cuddle.

so, he uses code.

similarly to how you sometimes say you’re fine but really mean you’re not, he’ll ask you if you wanna sit on the bed together, or maybe lay on the couch. but you know.

you always do.

#bakugou x reader

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malandro-m · 6 months

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thinking of seasoned pro hero kiri who has his own agency.

sweet boss kiri who is all smiles and praise when he offers you a job as his personal assistant, almost the same day as your interview. you had been so nervous in the presence of the red riot, who though a sweetheart, was much more intimidating in person. the man was pure muscle, towering height, and long red shaggy hair knotted back so you could see his dark buzzed undercut.

patient boss kiri who watched you stumble around his agency, getting lost navigating the winding halls and panicking every time you jammed the copy machine. he hadn’t even flinched when you spilled warm coffee on his white button up that was straining against his pecks, opened a little too much to be considered office appropriate. he’d laughed it off, called you a ‘clumsy lil thing’, and sent you off to the cleaner’s with the shirt. he had been so amused at your wide eyes when he simply shucked it off mid sentence. it was as if he were in the comfort of his own house, tossing the garment that smelled like woodsy cologne and now decaf, into your trembling hands.

casual boss kiri who only wore suits like that one on occasion, opting to prance around his agency in laid back clothing like muscle tees and basketball shorts. but even though the man never enforced dress code on his employees, he tended to compliment you the most when you were teetering on a pair of heels and buttoned up in a cute tailored blazer with a matching skirt. he’d always boast about how sweet you were to dress up just for him, how pretty your makeup was, how much he adored the sound of your shoes clicking along behind him.

“reminds me of how people will put a bell on their kitten’s collar. i always know when my clumsy lil assistant is nearby.”

teasing boss kiri who loves to make you carry his things. a jacket he’s pulled off, a stack of files, his have eaten sandwich when he needs to sign something really quickly. it’s gotten the the point he doesn’t even look before he drops whatever item he wanted you to hold, knowing just how good you were. you’d never let anything of his hit the floor. the amount of times he’d come in damp with sweat from just hitting the gym, leaving your eyes fighting their desire to wander over his form. gym bags shoved into your arms on his way into the door, bags that smelled like his natural musk, leaving you wanting to inhale just that much deeper through your nose. the bags always had some weight to it, making you strain to carry them, scurrying behind the hero as best as you could. it seemed sometimes he liked seeing you struggle, cracking jokes about how his little gym bag (even though it was as big as you!!) shouldn’t be too hard of a task.

“maybe i should get you to the gym..work you out a bit.”

his jests shouldn’t get to you as much as they did, but his teasing tone always left you hot and bothered.

busy boss kiri who has you answer every single one of his phone calls, whether it’s his office phone or his cell. something about it always made you feel important, especially when you got to walk around with him, his cell heavy in your pocket. you handled all his nonsense responsibilities he just simply had no time for. you helped clean around his office, answered his emails, took his car to the car wash every week, walked his black german shepard, jupiter. you wondered if any of his previous assistants had been trusted with their own key copy to his house, the thought always made you feel a tinge of jealousy, but it never lasted long because kiri was jealous over you as well. it wasn’t like you had time to worry about a relationship when your duties for mr. kirishima seemed to be becoming an around the clock job, but if you did manage to score a number he was quick to glance over your shoulder at the flirty messages with a scowl.

“he seems like a jackass.”

|cw: 18+ headcannons, spanking

perverted boss kiri who always let his eyes wander when you weren’t paying attention. he liked the curve of your ass in your pencil skirts when you’d bend over, or the squish of your thighs when you sat all perfect-postured behind your computer. he tried his best not to let his mind wander too far but it always did, flickering to images of you on your back for him as he trained you on other ways to help him. you were the thought on his mind every time he fisted his cock, muttering to himself as he pretended his palm or one of his stroker toys was your pretty little pussy. he craved you, his mind pleading for just one look. he wasn’t anything but a gentleman to you, so if he walked behind you on the stairs just to see the seat of your panties clinging to your plush mound under your skirt, he didn’t see the harm. he was protecting your privacy from any other creep who could be on the stairs.

you were a perfectionist by nature, always taking it to heart when you made simple mistakes. you didn’t like to disappoint him, constantly berating you’re if you felt like you had failed. he had paused his paperwork to look up at you from his desk, taking in your jutted bottom lip and your watery eyes.

“what’s the matter?”

and oh how adorable you were when you nervously let him know of your failure to complete the emails with the employee reports, and how you had made yourself late in final attempts to complete it this morning. he honestly didn’t care much, but to you it seemed to be the end of the world as you offered to take later shifts or to be given more work to make up for your mishaps. who was he to deny you if you were begging to be punished by him? he had high expectations of his sweet assistant, so it was in his best interest to keep you reminded of that. and it had been so easy, getting you to bend over his desk so he could punish you properly. he wish he could have felt bad, but he was in awe at how well you took each slap to your backside, your tiny yelps echoing around the room. you even thanked him for it.

as soon as you were sent back to work he was jerking himself off at the idea of you sitting on your warmed bottom, reminding you of him with each uncomfortable shift of your weight.

possessive boss kiri who couldn’t hold back from you after that, he had to have you. he had you bracing your hands against the large windows of this office, overlooking the busy city as he plowed into you through a hole in your ripped pantyhose. his large hand pressed over your gaped mouth, muffling your cries but not the sweet melody of your ass smacking against his pelvis. he slurred in your ear about how ‘fucking good’ you were for him, taking his cock so sweetly. and even though you had came three times already, knees weak and shaking, he kept aiming for that spongey spot inside you until he was filling you with his warm ropes of cum. his own groans were melting into pathetic whimpers as he finally got to mark you as his own, ruining you for anyone else.

“oh baby…look at the mess you’ve made of my cock…”

oh my…maybe i went overboard. oops? gonna tag a few of my fav kiri warriors ,, lemme know if you hate my random tagging i’ll stop😫: @millennialmagicalgirlmha @neon-gothicc @ms-lady-k @ilovelevixxx

#kirishima x reader

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malandro-m · 6 months

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"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

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