OCTOBER 8TH. HADES

OCTOBER 8TH. HADES

“my sweet, deluded little minion. aren’t we forgetting one teensy-weensy but ever-so-crucial tiny little detail? i own you.”

♱ — keigo takami + hate sex.

♱ — synopsis; as a naive little girl in love you make a deal that gets you stuck with the unrelenting god of the underworld, and no matter how sweet he may fuck you…you’ll spend all of eternity hating him if you have to.

♱ —length; 5.4K

♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, mentions of death, restraints, marking, branding, creampies, thigh riding, impact play, nipple play, multiple orgasms, possesive sex, hate sex, unprotected sex, fem!reader, hades!hawks. not beta read !

♱ — notes; screee happy sinister saturday !! tonight i bring you hawks beloved besmooched as disney’s hades!! i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i did writing it. !! mwah !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪

pity. 

you should not have pity for the weak because you are weak, yourself. 

you’re weak because you’re too kind; you hate to see a dying soul twisting through those who end up in the land of the undead, shackled to their fate of never returning where the living are. you feel their desperation, hear it in the woeful cries of lost lives as they make their trip down a stream of decay— to be damned for almost all of eternity and like them, you’re desperate too. the underworld is a place to be hated, you think, tying you down to the stench of death and you’re so desperate to feel the sun on your skin once more…to taste the juice of a ripened fruit and feel the warm breeze against your skin while you brush through locks of silvering hair. 

you miss the air in your lungs, you miss breathing him in like he was oxygen.

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In the early morning, my yearning soul laid bare

Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Word count: 6.3k

a/n: my first commission for the wonderful @moonbuuns :) thank you so much for letting me make this for you!! it was so much fun!! love u 💞💞. [posted with permission]

commission me here! -> xxx

cw: slowburn, coworkers -> friends -> lovers, reader is very touch starved, katsuki is bad with feelings, eventual smut. reader is feminine, referred to as a woman. sweetheart, baby, bunny used as nicknames. smut warning !! praise, slightly possessive bkg, cunnilingus, squirting, cream pie

“Good morning, Dynamight.”

“Mornin’.”

He moves swiftly through the office, combat boots overpowering the sound of your heels clacking against the tile. You’re speed walking to keep up with him, taking three strides of your own for each of his one. “Your coffee is on your desk, not much office work for today except a meeting with Pro-Hero Hawks. Although I did get an email about a charity dinner that you should probably attend next week. So we’ll need to figure out a time to get you fitted for a suit. Oh! And I think that—

“Ln”

“Yes, Dynamight?”

“Stop talkin’.”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“And how many times have I told you to drop that Dynamight shit? Just call me Bakugou,” he says, nearing the entrance of his office. “Oh, right. Sorry about that— uh, Bakugou.” He smirks down at you, crimson eyes taking in your form. “Let me know when bird brain gets here, and just call the usual tailor and have them design something for the dinner. He knows my sizes.” You nod quickly, hands fiddling with the papers in your hands, “Would you like me to email you the design once it’s finished so you can approve it?” He shakes his head, hand opening the door, “Nah, trust your judgment. Just approve it if you think it looks good,” with that he turns into his office, clicking the door shut. 

Anything would look good on you, you think, which is definitely not something you should say to your boss or think about. How annoying too, the way he could make even the scrappiest of clothes look good. Stupid Pro-Hero body and chiseled jawline and— Whatever.  You valued your job far too much to let your school girl crush on the explosive Pro-Hero ruin what you had. You’d been working at the Ground Zero Agency for nearly two years now. So you should be immune to the number two hero by now. 

“Hi, pretty bird, somethin’ on your mind?”

Your train of thought is interrupted by the teasing drawl of the number three hero, smirk upon his face as he leans against your desk. “Hawks! No! Just thinking about everything I need to get done today,” you say, moving to set your paperwork down. Your hand reaches for the phone to alert Dynamight— Bakugou— of his presence. “You’re here early,” you say, “you’re usually at the least twenty minutes late when you’re meeting Dynamight, are you–

You’re cut off by his hand resting atop yours, hand clenching the receiver of the phone tighter. “Wanted to see you, pretty bird. Have to say hello to my favorite assistant,” he says with a grin. You brush his hand off, opting to press the paging button on the receiver instead to alert your boss. “Well, hello,” you say, shrinking in on yourself behind your desk. He skirts around the edge, bending towards you. “What’s wrong, dove? Nervous?” he asks with a smirk. Your hands wring together nervously as you stand between the wall and the taller man. “No! I’m just, erm. You’re awfully close,” you say, eyes darting about the room. 

“Oi, leave my assistant alone unless you want me to turn you into fry you.” Bakugou says, stepping out of his office. “Ahh, Dynamight!” Hawks says, turning to the hero, “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” Bakugou stares at him with a straight face, nodding his head towards his office. Hawks grumbles, leaving you with a wink. “You good?” Bakugou grunts, eyeing you. “Y-yeah. Yeah, yes,” you say, tension easing from you in his presence, “thank you, Bakugou.” His mouth turns up slightly at that, giving a nod of his head before turning into his office, the door closing with a click. 

✰✰✰✰

“Good morning, Bakugou.”

“Good mornin’”

The office is quiet this morning, only the two of you along with a few unlucky interns who got roped into finishing off the overflowing paperwork. “Did you sleep well?” you ask, handing him his coffee. “Wasn’t bad till I woke up,” he grumbles, sighing as he takes the first sip of the warm drink, “You?” You’re quick to cover your surprise, he wasn’t usually one to initiate idle conversation besides your exchange of ‘good morning’ and the list of things he needed to do. “I slept very well, thank you for asking. Are you going out with us tonight?” 

You already knew the answer, but you also weren’t quite sure if he was ever actually invited. “Don’t mention it,” he says, leaning against your desk as you enter your office space, “goin’ out where?” Just as you suspected. He always worked so hard for his place in the charts. You wondered if he ever did anything fun. “Just some of us from the office. We’re going out for drinks,” you say, booting up your computer, “you should come.” He frowns, eyebrows drawn right, “I’ll think about it,” he says, before turning to his office and shutting the door. Well, you think, that’s a start. 

By the time your work is completed, there’s an ache in your back. Eyes strained from staring into your computer screen all day. You roll your neck, easing the tension from your shoulders. “Oi,” a voice snaps, “we goin’ or what?” You look at the man standing in front of you, now changed out of his hero uniform and into casual clothing. You smile up at him, “Going where?” you ask, saving your files before shutting the computer system down. “Thought you said you and those damn extras were goin’ out after work,”  he says, crossing his arms. You pretend not to notice the faint blush creeping upon his cheeks. His voice echoes in your mind, ‘you and those damn extras’.  You roll your eyes at yourself for looking too deep into the sentiment. “Yes! I don’t know about you but I am so ready to have a drink.” you say with a groan. 

“So,” he asks, slowing his strides to walk alongside you, “who’s all gonna be there?” You hum as you walk along, pressing the button to the elevator. “Ah, just the usual I’m sure,” you say, stepping in once the lift arrives. “The usual? You guys do this a lot?” he asks, feigning disinterest. “Yeah! Like every other week, sometimes every week depending. You didn’t know?” A part of your heart aches at this, but you’re pulled from your thoughts at the scoff he lets out. “Nah, had no idea.” You leave it at that, frown on your face. 

After Bakugou offered (read: forced) you to get a ride from him instead of using the train to get to the hole in the wall bar you and your coworkers meet, he’d been oddly quiet. His car was nice, a sleek SUV with red interior that you were sure cost more than your yearly salary– stupid rich people. “Quit that shit,” Bakugou finally says, both hands gripping the wheel as he drives down the road, “you’re thinkin’ too loud. Somethin’ wrong?” You’re quick to deny, hands flailing in front of you, “Oh no! Of course not, just thinking about everything I have to do when I get home.”

He hums, hands relaxing as he turns to look at you at the next light. “Your car is nice,” you say, fingers twitching, “I like the red.” He smirks at that, proud grin on his face, “Thanks, put a lot of work into her,” he says. “And money,” you mumble to yourself. He barks out a laugh and you pray to whatever lies above to smite you now as you look at him. It’s then that you realized he’s pulled into the parking lot, hand resting on your headrest as he leans back to reverse the car into the stall. And— holy shit. Had his arms always been that big? His jawline so sharp? And when he bites his lip in concentration you can’t help but wonder if that’s the face he would make when putting his–

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

You’re snapped from your bubble of admittedly filthy thoughts, embarrassment creeping up your spine. He laughs at your obvious inner turmoil, moving to shift the car into park. “Sorry! So sorry about that. Uh– I was just. Well I was just lost in thought, erm. I guess.” Real smooth Yn, real smooth. He rolls his eyes, opening his door. “You gettin’ out? Or are you plannin’ on sittin’ in here all night?” You shake your head to dismiss the thoughts, facing him with a smile. “Ready when you are!”

Your name is called from the corner booth where your friends cooped up, hands raised in the air. Sero, Denki, and Mina, sit pressed into one side of the booth, the other occupied by a few friends from the IT department in the building. “Hey guys!” you say, leading Bakugou over. “Bakubro!” Denki cries, “What are you doing here?” Bakugou mumbles to himself sliding next to you into the booth. A glass slides your way, your usual drink of choice presented to you. You look up at Sero who gives you a wink, rolling your eyes at the man. “Thank you so much. I needed this after this week,” you say with a sigh. “Sorry Bakugou, I didn’t get you anything,” Sero says with a chuckle, “didn’t know you were coming, otherwise I would’ve ordered for you too, big guy!” Bakugou gives a dismissive grunt, picking at the table. “Would you like something, Bakugou. I can go with you! Does anyone else need anything?” 

“I can get it,” Bakugou replies, ignoring Mina’s calls for another drink for herself. “Uhh,” Mina starts, hands slapping the table as she turns to you, “so what the fuck was that?” You laugh, stirring your drink with your straw, “What was what?” Gasps escape the three members say across from you, mouths agape. “What was what? How did you convince Bakubro to come?” Denki says, “I thought I was dreaming when I first saw him. Did you bribe him? OH MY GOD!” He drops his voice to a whisper, leaning closer to you, “Are you fucking him?” You choke on your drink at his words, hand moving to cover your mouth as you shake your head violently. “What?! No. I just asked if he wanted to come,” you say with a shrug, “that’s all.” Bakugou returns with the drinks, sliding Mina’s drink to her. “Yes! Thank you Bakugou. Knew that black card of yours would come in handy someday.”

He snorts at this, taking a sip of his own drink, “You act like you don’t have one of your own.” Mina starts vehemently denying this, hands flailing. Amongst the chatter and raised voices you can’t help but stare at the man next to you and the wide smile spread across his face.

—

“You really didn’t have to walk me all the way to my door,” you say, hands clasped in front of you. “Had to make sure your dumbass didn’t get abducted by a villain. ‘sides, don't wanna end up having to do all that paperwork by myself.” You laugh at his words, a bright grin on your face. “Well, I appreciate the concern,” you say, unlocking your door, “have a goodnight Bakugou. Get home safe.” He grunts in acknowledgment, feet shuffling on the ground. “Y’can call me Katsuki,” he mumbles. Your smile brightens, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Goodnight, Katsuki.”

✰✰✰✰

“Good morning, Katsuki-kun.”

“Good morning, Yn.”

“So, what bullshit do I have to put up with today?” He asks, arms crossed over his chest. You turn to the computer, pulling up his schedule for today. “Doesn’t look like a lot of office work, although I did get a call earlier saying that Pro-Hero Deku will be making a stop by today to discuss something with you.” He groans at your words, “Fuckin’ Deku,” he mumbles. You laugh at his words, spinning your desk chair back and forth. “Just let me know when the shitty nerd gets here.” 

The morning drags after that, hands and back aching from the constant sitting and typing away at your computer. Deciding to stretch your legs and take a break, you decide to check in with Bakugou. 

A knock on his door pulls him from his thoughts, setting down the report he was reading, “Come in,” he shouts, tossing the paper to his desk. When you enter you nearly pass out at this sight in front of you. Bakugou sat behind his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up with a pair of glasses perched on his nose. “Did you need something?” he finally asks, taking the glasses off and tossing them next to the paper. “No! Sorry, I was feeling restless and needed a break.” He squints his eyes in thought, pursing his lips at you, “So you decided to come bother me about it?” 

“Well actually, I was going to ask if–

“Kacchan!” A voice calls behind you. Bakugou groans, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Kacchan?” you ask with a grin. He glares at you, finger pointed in your direction, “Don’t even start.” You laugh at this, straightening your back as Deku finally enters the room. “Dynamight, Pro-Hero Deku is here to see you,” you say with a smirk. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easy, brat,” he says with a scowl. “Whatever you say, Kacchan,” you say teasingly, before making your way out of the office, bowing to the two heroes before closing the door.

Your eyes snap to the door as it opens again, Deku walking out mumbling. You giggle as Bakugou makes his way out behind him, exasperated look across. “Isn’t it so cool, Kacchan? I hope we get it, I think I could keep it in my office on the self that’s—

“Deku. Stop fuckin’ talking.”

“R-right! Right, see you later, Kacchan!”

Bakugou grunts in acknowledgment, arms over his chest as the hero leaves. “Oh!” Deku says, stopping at your desk, “I’m so sorry! Where are my manners? Have a good night, Yn!” You smile wide, waving goodbye to the green haired man. 

You turn slowly in your chair to the ash blond, “Sooo,” you drag out, “how was your meeting, Kacchan?” If looks could kill, you’re sure you would be a splat on the wall right now. “Shut it,” he says with a huff. “Aw, don’t be embarrassed! I think it’s cute,” you say with a smile. “I’m not embarrassed,” he exclaims, “and it’s not fuckin’ cute.” You laugh loudly at his obvious disdain, ears turning red, arms crossed. “Y-yeah. Well what about you?” He says, nose up in the air. “What about me?” you ask. “Always so jumpy around new people. Actin’ like a frightened rabbit. Like a little bunny,” he says with a smirk. You laugh harder at this, clutching your stomach when his smile falls. “Bunny is almost cuter than Kacchan.” You nearly fall out of your chair in laughter as the man starts defending himself.

✰✰✰✰

“Good morning, Kacchan.”

“Good morning, bunny.” 

You both stand in front of his office, arms crossed as you glare at each other. “Yn! Hey do you— am I interrupting something?” You turn your head towards the voice, “Oh! No of course not, Akio. What’s up?” Akio was one of your coworkers from IT who was a regular to your meetups for drinks, he stood before the two of you red faced, fiddling with his hands nervously. “I was wondering if you were going out with us tonight, we were talking about all riding together and going bar hopping.” You shake your head at him, “No, I can’t tonight,” you say with a frown, “I have a date, I’m sorry I’ll miss it!” He gives you a thumbs up, shaking his head, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll catch you next time. Have fun tonight!” You laugh looking at him with a wide grin and offering your thanks before turning back to Bakugou. 

He stands there with a scowl on his face, “What’s wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed. “Didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he says. You laugh, shaking your head, “I don’t! It’s our first date. Mina set me up with him, actually.” His frown deepens, a heat simmering in his chest at this. Jealousy? No, Bakugou Katsuki does not get jealous. A heat creeps up his stomach, heart beating furiously in his chest. “Where ya goin’?” he asks. “Some ramen place he wanted to show me, I’m excited! And I need to get rid of these feelings I have for this one guy and I’m hoping this helps,” you say sheepishly. “Why’s that? Anyone would be stupid to not want you. What’s his problem?” You fight the flurry of butterflies in your tummy at his words, “Ah, I don’t think I’m his type. Besides he’s… unattainable, you could say.” He grunts in response, entering his office. 

Weird, you think, even for Bakugou. You shrug, turning to sit at your desk to begin your work. Maybe he’s jealous, a voice taunts in your ear. You shake it away, allowing the words on the screen to suck you in and take over your running thoughts. 

—

He’s late. You frown, looking down at your phone once more. It’s only by ten minutes, maybe he got stuck in traffic, you think. But as the minutes pass your hope festers, picking idly at the worn edge of the menu you’d already memorized front to back in your spare time. A thump pulls you out of your thoughts, the view of a body in your peripheral making you scowl. No way you were going to go through with the date now, looking up to tear the man in front of you apart, you pause, mouth agape. “Bakugou?” you say in shock. His eyes dart about nervously before he clears his throat, “Hey,” he murmurs. “Hey? What are you doing here? Were you following me?” He frowns at this, brows furrowed in annoyance. “Was passin’ by and saw you in here sittin’ by yourself lookin’ all sad. My dry cleaners’ down the road, passed by again on my way back and you were still here. Where’s your date?” 

Embarrassment burns through you, willing the tears down as you look at the man. “Your guess is as good as mine,” you say with a forced laugh. “Asshole,” he murmurs, smiling slightly when he gets a giggle from you, “c’mon, let’s go.” You look up at him in confusion, “Go where?” He stands, holding his hand out to you. “My place, I’m cookin’,” he says, looking at you expectantly, “Well? You comin’ or what?” Your heart leaps, placing your hand in his impressively larger one. “Okay, I’m coming.” 

The ride to his house is silent except for the music flowing quietly through the speakers. “You don’t have to do this, you know,” you finally whisper. “Shaddap, brat. Let me show you how a man is supposed to treat a woman.” You bite your lip, contemplating punching yourself in the gut to get the butterflies to calm the fuck down. “Is this a date?” you ask, eyes avoiding him as you stare out the window. “Obviously,” he says, pulling into his drive. Now, you knew Bakugou was rich, but this. This was ridiculous. “You live here?!” you say in shock, “You could fit a small village into this house, Bakugou. It’s huge.” He smiles cockily at you, “Perks of being a Pro,” he says, “and I already told ya, call me Katsuki.” You smile wider at him, soft look upon your features, “Okay, Katsuki.” His cheeks redden at your words, scoffing at you, “And don’t you dare open that fuckin’ door yourself.” 

The inside of Bakugou– Katsuki’s home, is even more impressive than the outside. Sleek walls and abstract decor. Rich people, you think to yourself. Though you can’t help but sadden at the lack of warmth in the house. No touch of the explosive hero’s personality strewn throughout. He pulls out a pair of slippers for you, sliding the heels off your feet. “Your house is beautiful, Katsuki.” He shrugs noncommittally, “Thanks, let my old hag design it. Only really use it to eat and sleep.” You frown, follow him into his kitchen. “What are you making?” you ask, placing yourself on the island resting in the center of his kitchen. You gasp when he grabs your hips, pulling you off and depositing you into a chair at the bar standing just on the outside of the kitchen. “Scared, bunny?” he asks with a toothy grin, hands still resting on your hips. “N-no,” you clear your throat, “No, of course not.” He laughs, rolling his eyes before grabbing an apron to place onto his form. “Makin’ ramen. It’ll be better than whatever was at that shitty restaurant.”

You can’t help but be captivated by the sight in front of you, watching how effortlessly Katsuki moves around the kitchen. “I didn’t know you could cook,” you speak out. He grunts, slicing vegetables to add into the broth he’s started, “You can’t?” You laugh, “No, I can. But with a house like this, I’m just surprised you don’t have your own personal chef or something.” He rolls his eyes, smirk on his face, “Nah, no one can make it like me. I’m the best there is.” You smile at the challenge, “I’ll hold you to that, Katsuki.” 

—

“Oh my god,” you say with a groan, “Katsuki, this is amazing!” He smirks, “Told ya I was the best.” You glare at him, “Just take the compliment, Katsuki. Don’t need your head getting any bigger than it already is.” He chokes on a noodle at your words, red eyes glaring at you. You laugh loudly, head thrown back as he looks at you. It’s hard to take him seriously like this, cheeks round with noodles, a stray one resting on his chin. Conversation flows easy, easier than you could have imagined. At the end of it all, it’s hard to tell if the warmth flowing through you is from the meal or if it’s simply Katsuki. It’s strange to see him so relaxed, smile easy on his face, eyes bright with mischief. “The meal was wonderful, Katsuki. Thank you.” He lets out a tch, in response. “Would you like me to help clean? Since you cooked.” He shakes his head, gathering his and your bowl in his hands. “You’re too pretty to be doin’ all that work. Wanna go pick out a movie or somethin’?” he asks with flushed cheeks. Your smile brightens, happy to continue the night with him. “I would love to,” you say.

—

“Stop squirmin’,” he whispers to you. There’s about a two foot distance between the two of you on his large couch, movie playing in the background causing shadows to spread across his face. “Sorry,” you whisper back, “this dress isn’t the most comfortable to lounge in.” He looks at you with a frown, vermillion eyes taking in your form. “Why didn’t you just say so, dumbass.” He stands up, offering you his hand, “C’mon, I’ll give ya somethin’ to wear.” You follow him to his room, hand squeezing his own absentmindedly as you stroll through his house. The smell of burnt caramel and a scent that’s all man, enters you as you follow him into his room.  He guides you to the bed, moving to his closet to grab clothes for you.

You take in your surroundings and can’t help yourself from wandering about the room. This, you think, this is Katsuki. All Might memorabilia strewn throughout the room, snippets from newspapers of his achievements. You pick up a picture frame, smiling softly down at it. High school aged Katsuki stares back at you, usual scowl, but with his undeniable warmth resting in his eyes. Also in the picture is his group of friends. Kirishima stood beside him with an arm thrown over his shoulder with Sero next to him, signature wide grin on his face. Beside Sero is Kaminari, obviously in a bout of laughter. It’s clear that Mina is the one taking the photo, arm stretched out while the other offers a simple peace sign.

“You tell them I have that in here, and I’ll kill you,” Katsuki mumbles behind you. You nearly drop the picture in fright, scrambling to catch it before the frame shatters. “Katsuki!” you cry, “Give a girl a warning next time, nearly gave me a heart attack.” He laughs at this, offering you a set of clothes. “It’s your fault for snoopin’, bunny.” You roll your eyes, “Where’s the bathroom?” you ask. He points to the door opposite you, taking the frame gently from your hands. You’re nearly chest to chest, heart beating erratically at how close he is. Don’t look up, Don’t look up, you chant to yourself. You look up. He’s even closer like this, soft eyes peering down at you. His eyes flicker to your lips, mouth opening to speak. “Bathroom!” you shout suddenly, “Uhh, bathroom. Change. I’m going to the bathroom to change.” 

Wow, Yn, subtle. His brow quirks up in amusement, stepping away from you to allow you to step past. You change quickly, splashing water from your face to soothe your panic. You look at yourself in the mirror rolling your eyes at your awkwardness. The clothes are ridiculously large on you, shirt ending near your knees. You had to roll the sweats up several times to even attempt to walk. His room is empty when you exit the bathroom, so with your hands clasped tightly around your clothes, you leave the room to find him. He’s sitting on the couch, phone in hand as he waits. His eyes widen when you enter the room, darting over your form. “Pretty,” he mumbles to himself. “What?” you ask tilting your head to the side. “Said you’re pretty, or whatever,” he says, a soft grin on his face. 

Your stomach flutters, placing yourself next to him on the couch once you’ve set your clothes to the side. “Thank you, Katsuki. You’re pretty as well.” The tension is palpable, heat rising to your body as he leans closer. A frown falls upon your face when he turns from you, wringing his hands together as his eyes dart about the room. “Katsuki?” you query, hand resting on his shoulder. “Sorry,” he murmurs, leg bouncing nervously. You brush your hand over his leg, pushing lightly to ease the movements. “Katsuki,” you whisper, free hand moving to gently grasp his face. His lip trembles when your thumb brushes over it, tongue darting out to chase your intoxicating taste. He nudges his face deeper into your hand, lips ghosting over your pulse point, vermillion eyes boring into you. “You scare me,” you whisper to him, grasping his face when he goes to pull away. “Not like that! It’s just— You’re just, so—

“Aggressive?” he offers, eyes refusing to meet your own. You shake your head, thumbs running soothing circles over his cheeks. “No,” you whisper to him, “you’re so kind. I think I might— no. I know I do. I love you, Katsuki.” A stray tear makes itself down his face, you brush it away quickly, forehead pressed against his. You wonder then, if anyone has truly ever made an effort to understand the true Katsuki. His love was so unlike his brash outer personality. It was so quiet. Hands that cover corners as you walk behind his desk to assure you don’t run into it. Keen eyes, ever observant, assuring your comfortability. The way he smiles when he looks at his friends. How he allows them to poke and prod at them though if it were anyone else he would obliterate them in a second. Dynamight was loud, and rude, and explosive. Katsuki was kind, and loving— all consuming. His lips ghost over yours, breaths intermingling. His eyes darken when your tongue wets your lip, the warmth over it spreading through his chest. “I love you,” he says. “I know,” you whisper, hands moving to fist his shirt. 

“Can I–

“Please.”

Katsuki groans once his mouth is placed on yours, hand moving to your face as you deepen the kiss. His thumb brushes gently over your face before resting firmly on your neck to squeeze lightly. A whimper from you, followed by a growl from him, and you’re left straddling him. Hands grasping the strands of hair that rest at the nape of his neck. Your hips roll into him when he groans at your actions, tongue darting across your lips to ask for entrance. You oblige willingly, tongues dancing with each other. His hands pause their exploration of your body and move up to cradle your face. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he gazes into your eyes, his own filled with desire and a touch of vulnerability.

"I've never felt this way before," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Being with you feels different, like I'm falling into something I can't fully comprehend."

You smile warmly, running your fingers through his hair. "I feel the same way," you reply, sincerity lacing your words. “I want this, Katsuki. I want you.” His mouth presses firmly back onto yours, his hands resume their journey, tracing the curve of your back and finding their way beneath his shirt clad on you. His touch ignites a fire within you, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to race.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, “Please.” Sensing his hesitation you guide his hands to your waist, silently encouraging him to remove your shirt. As the fabric slips off your body, his eyes widen at the sight before him. He leans in, tracing kisses along your collarbone and down your chest, placing sloppy kisses and heated marks into the exposed skin. You let out a moan, hands fisting his hair as you grind yourself harder against him. You whimper when his mouth latches around your pert nipple, pulling him closer to your chest. He growls at this, flipping you to lay underneath him. 

Your hands explore his body, pushing up on his shirt. He allows you to glide your hands up his abdomen, a moan falling from his lips when you flick your fingers over his chest. “Fuck,” he whines, hips bucking into yours. 

He pulls away, hand grabbing at the back of his shirt to toss it next to yours, hands moving to the waistband of your sweats. “Is this okay?” he asks gently, fingers caressing your sides. You nod, whining when he pinches your side. “Words, sweetheart.” You whimper, hands clasping his wrists. “Please, Katsu.” Your pants and his own soon join the rest, hearts racing erratically. His lips move to your stomach, leaving heated kisses in his wake. Katsuki groans when he reaches your core, throwing your legs over his shoulder before biting into the plush skin of your thighs. You keen at his movements, hips bucking up as he soothes over the mark with his tongue. “Beg for it,” he whispers, fingers ghosting over your dripping heat. “Please, Katsuki. Need your mouth. Need it so bad. Need you.” 

He’s quick to follow orders, tongue swiping through your heat before wrapping around your clit and giving it a harsh suck. He moans into your heat, sending vibrations shooting up your spine. Your back arches at this, hands grasping his ash blond strands as you grind into him. “Fuck baby,” he moans, “just like that. Gonna use my tongue to get off? Gonna cream all over my face?” You cry out hips bucking into him as he flattens his tongue to allow you to grind into him. “Yes! Yesyesyes, Katsuki!” you moan, “Gonna make me cum.” His fingers dig into your sides, tongue moving to thrust into your aching core. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum for Katsuki,” he snarls. 

Heat rushes over you, hips bucking greedily in his face as he drinks your release from your sloppy heat. 

He detaches from you after you push him away, the overstimulation causing your thighs to clamp around his head. His mouth moves back to yours, and you whine at the taste of you on his tongue. “Need to be in you,” he says, “please.” If someone had told you this morning that you’d have Dynamight begging to be in you, you’d laugh in their face. But this wasn’t Dynamight, this was Katsuki. Katsuki with his rough exterior, guarded heart, and warm eyes. Katsuki who made sure you always felt safe, who came to your rescue. Katsuki who had captured your bleeding heart, cradling it gently in his hands. “Want it all, Katsuki,” you whisper against his lips, “want all of you.” 

He shuffles to pull his boxers down, cock slapping against his stomach as he fumbles about. He glares when you laugh at his struggle, but you see the warmth resting behind his eyes. He pinches your side, gliding himself back over you. “Who is it?” he asks quietly. You look at him in confusion, hands gently cupping his face. “The guy who you need to get over, the one who’s unattainable.” You laugh softly, pressing a soft kiss to his plush lips. “You, Katsuki,” you whisper, “it’s always been you.” His lips crash onto yours, arms moving to wrap your legs over his waist. Katsuki runs his cock through your folds, tapping his cock onto your clit before pressing in slowly. Whimpers and swears fall from both your lips as he enters you, your nails digging crescents into his shoulders when you become one. “Katsuki,” you whine, “move.”

He pulls his hips back only to push forward with a snap, groans falling from his lips as he picks up his pace. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “feel even better than I imagined.” The heat of his words travels straight to your core, cunt clenching on his cock as you cry out. “So good,” you whine, “so big. Feel so good inside me.” He growls at your words, throwing your legs over his shoulders to push in deeper. “Yeah,” he says, voice raspy, “gonna carve this pussy into the shape of my cock. Make it mine.” Your eyes roll back, high pitched moans falling from your lips, “Course you like that,” he says, “want me to cum in this pussy too? Fill her up with my cum?” Incoherent whines fall from your lips, begging him to fill you up. 

“Say it,” he moans, “say you’re mine.” His hand moves to your clit, fingers rubbing harsh circles, hips snapping harder into you. “Yours!” you cry out, “All yours, Katsuki. Only you.” Curses fall from his lips, head falling to the crook of your neck. “Cum for me,” he begs, “cum on my cock and I’ll fill you up just like you want.” As if you’re under his spell, you cunt clenches at his words, head falling back as you gush all over his cock, hips bucking into him as your high washes over you. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that,” he says, “cream my fuckin’ cock.” His hips snap harshly into yours, hips pushing as deep as they can go when he releases into you. 

The heat of him filling you up nearly has you finishing again, eyes rolling back as he eases you both down from your highs. 

He pulls out of you with a hiss before collapsing on top of you, large frame dwarfing your own. You run your hands through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his scalp, humming all the while. As you lay there catching your breaths, you can’t help the broad smile that makes its way across your face. Your hands halt their movements as he pulls back, tired eyes looking back at you. “You okay?” you whisper to him. He shushes you with a kiss, followed by numerous pecks along your face before he stands. Your hips ache, and your head swims, but you don’t think you’ve ever been more content than this moment. 

A damp cloth causes you to flinch from your headspace, a mop of hair between your legs as he cleans you gently. “Stay the night?” he asks bashfully, thanking the gods above for the dim lighting in the room that hides his reddened cheeks. 

“Of course, Katsuki. I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”

“How about forever?” he says with a grin.

He teases you as you bathe together, his chest pressed firmly to your back as he eases the ache from your hips. “Been wanting this for a while,” he says, pressing a kiss to your neck, “can’t believe you’re here.” You turn to face him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “What about work? Could we get into trouble?” He laughs at you, easing your worries. “I’m Dynamight, baby. I make my own rules.” And you can’t help but join in his laughter, hazy atmosphere drifting over the both of you. 

✰✰✰✰

The light streaming from the window pulls Bakugou from his slumber, groaning in irritation as he pulls your warm body closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. You shuffle against him, body turning to face him. He smiles brightly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You lay like that for a while, faces pressed against each other as you breathe in the warmth of the morning. He pulls away, finger tracing your features gently, flicking your nose when you bite his teasingly as he passes over your kiss bruised lips. You yelp as he does it, and he can’t help but soothe the ache with a kiss to your nose, then your cheeks, and your lips. Who knew Bakugou Katsuki could be such a sap in the morning? You nuzzle deeper into him, soft kisses pressed to the side of his neck. His legs move to entwine with your own fingers tracing shapes down your spine. He presses a lingering kiss to your forehead before standing up to head to his restroom, leaving you to your thoughts. When he enters the room again, in all his naked glory, you smile softly at him.

“Good morning, Katsuki.”

“Good morning, sweetheart.” 

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜ WITH KIRI PLS ILL DIE

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you’re fucking gorgeous like that, spread out for me like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

extension. shibari kink, oral sex, begging, praise + afab!reader/pro hero!kirhsima, nsfw, minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

things to note. dani baby, i hope this pleases you bc im ngl i ascended to heaven writing this hehe !! anyways ily mwah mwah !!

“s-surprise?” 

when you’d texted kirishima, asking him to come home early, this hasn’t been what he expected at all. he was a good man, he took his job saving the day a little too seriously. but when his baby texted him, in need and urgently, he was happy to hang up the mantle of number five hero to come and be your hero. 

kirishima was a good man, but maybe good men don’t secretly thank the heavens that civilians don’t need rescuing so they can come home early just to fuck their baby. 

“well this is nice,” eijirou does try to keep his voice even as he enters your shared bedroom — a place full of love and lust, usually in equal amounts. he feels his cock throb behind the heavy leather pants of red riot’s uniform. his tip oozes thick and viscous precum against the inside of the material at the sight of you, though it hardly does anything to alleviate his yearning. 

you’re a vision of beauty, something only the gods of the highest power could spread, spread out against silken sheets with your ankles tied to the bed posts by red ribbon’s as dark as the blood that pumps through kirishima’s veins. that same blood that carries happy hormones through the chambers of his heart and right up to his brain, dizzying the redhead with delirium and desire for you.   

thumbing the ribbon, eijirou comes to stand by the bed — swaying on his feet as he watches you tantalisingly scissor two of your fingers inside your tight heat while your hips back up in search for more. “you did this all for me? now, what did i do to deserve such a treat like this?” he speaks through a pout as if he’s mocking you, the rough palm of his hand traversing it’s way down your calves and your thighs that twitch under his touch. 

truth be told, he is mocking you. because while he appreciates the view, kirishima knows your tiny little fingers are not enough to get you off on their own, he knows you must’ve been right on the edge  waiting for him. his poor little baby. you poor little thing. 

“missed you,” you croon, slipping another finger inside yourself to emulate the feeling of kirishima stretching you open. a squelching symphony echoes throughout the room as you fuck yourself and narrowly brush up against your g-spot, bouncing off of walls and shooting straight to the hero’s sopping, seedy length.  “been workin’ so hard. w-wanted to treat you.” 

“yeah? kirishima hums huskily as the bed dips beneath his weight. to see a man of his sheer size crawl between your open legs only serves to make you gush into the seat of your palm as it lewdly slaps against your puffy mound. “a reward all for me? god baby, i must be the luckiest man on earth t’get rewarded like this...” he continues, voice lowering to a carnivorous and lecherous growl that has your back arching away from the bed. the redhead can hardly control his slur either, saliva pooling in palette of his tongue as a sign post for his desperation to taste you. 

calculatedly, eijirou spreads your swollen folds apart with two fingers — head swooping down to spit down on your clenching cunt and add his spit to the mix, watching the frothy white slide into your hole alongside whatever juices you leak. like the filthy, not so good man he is — he inhales deeply, moaning at the scent of your sex in the air.  “you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good baby who just wants to be eaten.”  his words taper off, drowned out by the loud slurping sound he makes as his lips wrap around your budding clit. “god, you’re so fucking wet down here, gorgeous. all for me?” 

“a-all for you!” high pitched whines burst out from your spit-slicked lips and your legs jerk against their restraints when kirishima lays his tongue flat against your slit — sucking the juices right from between your swollen folds. he pushes your hand aside, languidly rolling his tongue past your entrance to fuck your greedy little hole, even though his appetite for your sweet nectar is probably greater than your body’s need for him. 

kirishima’s ruby framed eyes roll back into the darkness of his skull at the taste of you and the way your nimble fingers sift through his red locks, harshly tugging his face into your sopping heat. “fuck me baby,” he laments mindlessly, lapping at your clit and your juicy pussy while you soak his cheeks with the syrupy essence that flows from your gooey insides. “i want it, want it all over my face. fuckin’ cover me in it.” 

moving to rest your restrained legs on his broad shoulders, eijirou spreads you even further than before — whining against your folds, nose nudging your clit that pearls with arousal, pink tongue stimulating you to the point where your mind literally fucking breaks. you’re a mess, and if you could see yourself now, you’d be embarrassed at the way your thighs shake either side of your boyfriend’s head — every drag, and roll and flick of his tongue dragging you towards the orgasm your body so desperately cries out for. 

“please baby, ah— fuck, please give it t’me baby. wanna taste you, want my reward so fucking badly, it hurts,” kirishima knows better than to talk with his mouthful — but he really can’t help it, wriggling his tongue against your ribbed walls in an impatient attempt to get you messy and squirting all over him just like he wants. three of his rough fingers find themselves on your clit, rubbing in tight circles while he sucks on your pussy so hard you think you might die.

“c’mon baby, know you’re close. you’re gonna cum for me? yeah?” a condescending chuckle vibrates against your sex, threatening to knock down the bricks of pleasure building in your lower tummy. “oh you fucking are. yeah you are… come on baby, come on. there you fucking are… oh, fuck.”  at this point, he’s fucking the sheets — high on ecstasy, cock aching to cum but he won’t until you do.

your orgasm nearly kills you. 

it sucks the life from your lungs and replaces it with all that is eijirou kirishima — your mind goes blank and your body convulses so hard that he has to hold you down while he kitten licks you through your high. eijirou takes everything that you give him too, gulping down the stream of your arousal until he feels like he’s choking, gagging on your juices like they’re the last thing he’ll ever have to drink. 

he does so because he’s grateful. 

because kirishima isn’t one to take eating you out as a reward, for granted.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

✩࿐ the mixtape series: keshi edition (masterlist)

about. we turn to music during our most intimate moments, listen to three minutes of perfectly strung together words to best convey emotion. in this universe you turn to a playlist searching for love. OR. a collection of songs by the artist keshi following your relationships with six of your favourite bnha characters.

warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. sfw, suggestive, fluff, angst, hurt-comfort, happy endings, toxic relationships/dynamics, fwb relationships break ups, engagements, alcohol mentions - each fic has its own warnings.

things to note. proud to introduce my new mini project that i’ve been working on while i was away! i wanted to try writing a mini series to practice my short form writing. i hope you enjoy!

track list. to be updated every saturday at 6pm gmt. each contains its own set of warnings and ratings. reader discretion is advised - find the playlist here !

01. right here - katsuki bakugou (22:07)

about. “if you need me, i’ll be here.” - exes to lovers!au, ex!bakugou, hurt comfort + happy ending.

02. onoffonoff - eijirou kirishima (29:07)

about. “when we start, we never stop.” - toxic relationship!au, miscommunication, pro hero!kirishima suggestive, angst + open ending.

03. war with heaven - izuku midoriya (5:08)

about. “damn, i’m missin’ my baby.” - fwb!au, friends to lovers, long-distance relationship, pro hero!deku, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

04. understand - shoto todoroki (12:08)

about. “maybe we could try it, if you let me.” - established relationship!au, engagements, lazy sundays, pro hero!todoroki, fluff-comfort + happy ending.

05. summer - sero hanta (19:08)

about. “fuck around, feel my heartbeat.” - fwb!au, mutual pining, confessions, pro hero!sero, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

06. beside you - denki kaminari (26:08)

about. “say i’m not your type but i know what’s on your mind.” - friends to lovers!au, reunions, rebounds, pro hero!denki, suggestive, fluff + happy ending.

— all rights reserved © TTEOKDOROKI 2020-2023. all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate, repost nor recommend on tiktok any of the works seen here

Point

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou/fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ content [minors dni!!], established relationship, aged up, jealous!bakugou, degrading, unprotected sex.

Word count: 2.8k

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BAKUGOU had never quite been a man prone to jealousy.

But god fucking damn it, as he watches the way you dance and twirl in your little party dress; your spine flushing further and further against the chest of the stupid phone charger of a man that he dares call one of his closest friends, it’s enough to make Katsuki outright fume with envy.

Staring at you like this, the bitter emotion he rarely experiences gives the ash blond a desire to tear his sly friend, who he’s known since his UA days, right to fucking shreds. With every smooth movement you make amongst the mass of sweat-coated bodies, he catches himself fantasizing about picking up those same shreds of his dumb, electric friend, chucking them all into a nice, tidy pile and setting them right on fire until they're gone, gone, gone.

Katsuki isn't entirely sure why he's feeling like this. Sure, it might be because of the lewd way your hips are swaying right against Kaminari’s goddamn crotch without stop, like they've been doing for the last three songs - yes he's counted each and every one, or perhaps how a kitty-like smirk graces your features when you see him glowering right at you across the room, but whatever the reason may be, it is enough to send him stomping towards you in quick, merciless strides that make him seem like he’s a determined soldier heading out to face the wrath of war instead of his tricksy girlfriend.

He can still taste the oaky, dry tang of the whiskey that he’s consumed in a singular swing of hand right on the flat of his tongue as he pushes past the crowd of hot, swaying bodies - vermilion eyes hard as stone. They fixate on you like you’re a little mouse he’s planning on cornering. Like you're a sad excuse for a girlfriend that he’s willing to crush into a pulp with that cruel fist of his.

What was supposed to be a fun night out is cut short by the way his hand firmly wraps around your waist as soon as he’s close enough that you can smell the sweet caramel that is his scent. It wraps around you now just like his body does; firm muscle and heavy bones surrounding you like a shield designed to protect. Or a cage meant to entrap; whichever you prefer.

Your boyfriend is in a mood - the discovery is made the moment you look up at him. He wears that frustrated, signature scowl on his face that you sometimes see whenever he loses at his silly PlayStation game: the one that makes him want to smash his controller right against the wall in a fit of rage.

Luckily for you, you’re used to his quirks by now, and thus know how to handle them even when they're angered. However, before your gloss-coated lips can even part properly to voice a witty retort, he tugs you off the dance floor with a prominent click of his jaw.

The muscle just underneath his sharp cheekbone flutters with irritation at the yelp you let out in response to the force he uses; disturbing the otherwise faux, shiver-inducing calm he portrays on the norm. It’s like a ripple in water: gone as quickly as it shows up.

Looking up at his side profile again, you wonder how such a hot-headed person can possibly wear an expression this icy, however he gives you no time to dwell on it much further. After all, the thought sizzles into nothing as soon as his hand moves from tug to shove.

Your tongue feels awfully hefty from the booze coursing your veins when you attempt to say his name, “Kat-”

“Keep walkin’,” is all he grits out with that gruff voice that makes your heart rage with absolute adoration as he places his palm right onto the small of your back. His touch makes your very insides squirm from delight. He’s rarely this affectionate in public.

“Katsuki, please,” you giggle out, attempting to stop in your tracks.

“I thought I’ve told ya to keep walkin’, y/n,” he grunts, pushing you forward again. He's clearly in no mood for your jokes.

That same calloused palm rests on the curve of your ass, now; thick fingers digging into your dress with evident possessiveness and urging you to do as he says as your aggravated boyfriend leads you out of the stuffy building. He promptly ignores Kaminari’s protests of a lost dance partner, and you wonder if it might just be because he doesn’t trust himself enough to not punch the honey right off of that sweet face of his.

Denki doesn’t seem to mind whatever he’s provoked, though. You catch his wink as he waves at you before his sniggering gradually fades away into the rhythmic, thundering beat of bass and melody that once again overtakes your sense of hearing with every step you take. You can still feel its buzz inside your very core; even as Bakugou tugs you out the heavy double door of the building with a firm nod to the bouncer.

By the time he waves for a cab, you’re clinging onto him like a little bimbo; shivering in your high heels and yearning for his body heat, despite that you’ve just spent the last three hours completely disregarding him by having fun with Kaminari instead.

Christ, just the memory of you nearly grinding against that dunce makes Bakugou want to blow up the entire building to fucking smithereens. He’s supposed to be a hero - a pro one, at that - and yet he can’t bring himself to care if the people inside that godforsaken club burned to fucking ash from how furious he is with you in that exact moment.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything when you whine his name into the cool evening air, testing and provoking his already thin line of patience. In fact, he doesn’t seem to be paying you any heed whatsoever when the cab arrives either. No, he just shoves you into the backseat; that big, rough hand of his landing to clutch your thigh as soon as he follows into the vehicle right after.

His grip is tenacious. He’s holding you so harshly that crescent markings of his nails are beginning to bite into the plush fat of your leg. You swear that you can feel sparks and heat emitting from the tips of his fingers whenever his thumb strokes the inside of your thigh. Swear that you can feel it burning your skin.

The fever you start to feel from somewhere deep inside you makes you want to rub your legs together. A small grunt leaves your lips at the barrier his hand provides, albeit it seems to land on deaf ears, because Katsuki doesn’t even acknowledge the sound of need. He just stares straight ahead; giving the driver directions that’ll lead you to your final destination with a voice so bland that it makes your brow quirk in fascination.

It seems that you’re spending the night at his place.

And it seems that your guesses were correct, because as soon as the cab pulls in front of his driveway; he’s tugging you out of the car without as much as a stiff goodbye to your driver. The way he holds your hand is greedy; scarred digits entwine with your own more delicate ones, making them burn with heat as you stumble along and attempt to catch step with him.

“Kat, baby,” you try again, “slow down, please. I can’t-”

“Quiet,” is all he says, the single word honed like the most parlous blade before he adds, “you danced in those fuckin’ heels just fine while dry humping Kaminari like a goddamn bitch in heat, so I'm assuming you can walk just as good with me, too.”

Oh.

The stern tone he uses with you is enough to clamp your lips shut like a good girl. Come to think of it, it’s the least you can do. If you look at the situation through his perspective, you’ve been nothing but naughty the entire night.

A naughty, misbehaving girl, indeed. One that's in need of a lesson.

And as soon as the door closes behind you and that dreadful click! of the lock resonates as it slips into place; he’s ready to teach it to you.

Actually, he's going to drill the lesson into you right here and right now, because it seems that he isn’t even patient enough to reach the bedroom.

You let out a girlish squeak of satisfaction at the feeling of his hands touching you literally everywhere. He’s cupping your cheeks harshly, squeezing them to the point where the touch makes your lips purse before his hot mouth latches upon them in laggard, needy kisses that make his teeth clash against your own and for your sugary saliva to mix with the hint of liquor you can taste on him.

He bites into your plump bottom lip: sucking on it and stroking it with his warm tongue as he tugs on your hair by pulling it at the roots harshly, making you whine from the throbbing, pulsating sensation to appear between your legs as soon as his incisor strikes home on your lip in a delicious pang of ache.

You’re wet as a whistle in a matter of seconds, the damp patch on your pretty panties growing more profound with each passing moment he spends spoiling you like this. He knows which places to touch to get you going; knows which spots to stroke to make you squirm and writhe and moan underneath him like the neediest little thing.

“Kat,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you try to slur out some sense of apology into the shaky sentence, “I-I'm sorry, baby. About Kami.”

“Stop sayin' that idiot's name,” he rasps out, his eyes blazing like a forge when he looks down at you, “‘cause if you don’t, Imma have to fuck my own right into that dumb, little brain of yours instead. I swear to god I will.”

"But Kam-" your lips part again to question what he means with it, but he shows you the answer before you can even fully finish asking for it.

His mouth is right next to your ear, his exhales warm and heavy to brush your earlobe as he turns you around and slams your front against the door in one swift movement of force. Both of your palms produce a smacking noise when they hit against the wood, making you wince as he uses his knee to push your legs apart.

“Fuckin’ slut,” he mumbles tiredly - the tone he’s using making you feel like a goddamn chore as he hikes up the hem of your dress up to your waist and slips his hand between your legs. His tongue clicks against his teeth in bitter disapproval when his rough finger pads trace the arousal that’s soaking the lace of your panties, “Are you drenched ‘cause of me, or ‘cause of that fuckin’ moron?”

He’s clearly upset from cursing this much. You know that he owns a foul tongue and a rich vocabulary when it comes to curses, but it still makes some twisted part of you that’s hidden deep, deep inside your heart writhe and grin in absolute delight. Like a satisfied little kitty that’s succeeded in getting the cream, you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

“Mm, ‘cause of you, Kat,” you purr softly, pushing your hips further against his hand with a cute, little wiggle, “always ‘cause of you, baby.”

He looses a sigh at your mischievous behaviour, but nonetheless complies to your silent plea by tugging your panties down your legs. Your entire body is aching to be filled up by him as soon as the lace hits the ground; to feel the rage that’s coursing his veins and to experience it becoming unleashed upon you in the form of rough, brutal slamming.

You just want him so bad. Need him just as bad, too.

And your wish might just become a reality, because now you can hear his belt buckle becoming undone right behind you as he curses again quietly under his breath.

It feels like torturous aeons as you wait for him to do something, and then bliss hits as soon as he presses the tip of his cock against your sticky, slick-glimmering slit; nudging your puffy lips apart like he’s trying to make you beg for it. You can hear him spit into his palm. Can hear the lewd squelching noise as he lubes up his dick with his own saliva.

Honestly, you just might give him a plea or two, because the tiny bit of friction that happens whenever he pushes against you makes you want to slam your head right into the door he’s pressing you against. All until you’d be able to taste the splinters on your tongue and feel his cock bullying your womb.

“Ka-Katsuki…!” You cry out, hips bucking, body temperature rising, “Lemme have it, plea-ah, fuck…!”

He doesn’t even let you finish as he rams himself right between your unstretched walls that are eager to accept him, despite the lack of foreplay. He hisses from how tight you are as you claw against the door, toes curling within your pretty high heels as you attempt to stabilize yourself.

The alcohol that’s riddling your blood numbs the pain by the smallest fraction, but you can still feel the burn of the stretch with every inch he pushes inside your sticky warmth, now. You’re outright trembling at the sensation of being so full; can practically feel his cock throbbing inside your belly.

“Holy fuck, you’re tight as shit,” he groans out, the sound like a low rumble of a waking beast, “it’s like you’re fightin’ me on it.”

“I-I’d never, Kat,” you mewl out, your voice hoarse from the sob that’s bubbling up your throat. He can see your nose scrunch up from equal amounts of pain and pleasure as you turn to look at him. Your eyes seem to have gone glossy from the upcoming tears as you murmur a meek, “I love you.”

“Yeah, baby?” His lips find the crook of your neck as he whispers, “You love me? Only me?”

“Yes…!” you say as you bend further for him now, pressing your ass against his abdomen with that perfect arch of spine. He can see your curves sway and jiggle with the motion; can see the gleam of sweat on your skin as you add, “I love you s’much, Kat. Only you.”

Your voice is nothing but a smooth whimper. It‘s messing with his head, making him unable to fully comprehend the way you’re nearly melting against him as he at long last bottoms out.

Katsuki looks down as soon as you jump a bit and he realizes he’s balls deep inside you. He can see your smooth, clean-shaven pussy wrapping around his achingly hot girth. It's nearly eating him up as it attempts to start milking him right from the start.

His rosy lips purse, rough palms caressing your cute booty as he spits on the spot you connect and pushes the skirt of your dress even higher, so that he can get a better view.

The sleek sheen of his drool is practically mesmerizing on your skin. It mixes with your excitement before it starts to drip onto the wooden floorboards. Drip, drip, drip - you're leaking from how turned on you are. The curl of his smile is hard to repress from how pleased he feels about it.

“Pretty,” he mumbles, seemingly in somewhat of a trance at the ring of milky slick to gather and spurt down his dick, “my pretty girl… Takin' my cock so well. Gonna fuck you, now. Gonna slam you so fuckin’ good, baby.”

And before you can even reply, Katsuki starts to pound.

Your moans sound broken from how fast he gets harsher, sloppier - angrier. How his pace is so agonizingly slow, but he still manages to reach deep inside you with it as his hand finds your hip. So deep, in fact, that he’s kissing your cervix and branding your fucking soul with his name. Owning that soft, gushy spot within you that makes you want to lose your mind whenever he abuses it.

“Ka-Katsu... Mmph...!”

“Hah... That's it, baby. Show me how much you love me.”

And as he begins to unleash that fury of jealousy upon you; fucking you like a wild animal in heat and making you cry out his name and cream on his dick with such intensity that it makes your legs weak and your knees buck from exhaustion, you realize one thing:

He wants to prove a point.

And he won't stop until you accept it.