Hate Sex || Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
cw: cussing, begging, forced kiss at first, office sex, teasing
plot: Y/n and the character are co-workers who can't keep bickering with one another. What happens when they are left at work--alone--with intense feelings of hatred(?) with each other.
The battlefield was chaos, smoke and debris clouding the air as you and Bakugou exchanged heated barbs while simultaneously dodging the villain's relentless attacks. Kirishima and Mina flanked the enemy, their movements precise and coordinated as they tried to subdue the hulking figure with glowing gauntlets.
"Watch your left, dumbass!"Â Bakugou barked, launching a fiery explosion at the villain to divert their attention.
"I don't need you telling me what to do!"Â you shot back, leaping to dodge a stray blast and firing your own attack in retaliation. The force sent the villain stumbling, but they quickly regained their footing.
"Could've fooled me with how sloppy you're moving!"Â he snarled, his voice cutting through the din of battle.
"Sloppy? At least I'm not blowing up half the city trying to show off!"Â you snapped, landing beside him just as another shockwave rippled through the area.
Kirishima's voice cut in, strained but still upbeat. "Guys, can we save the bickering for later? Focus on the giant dude trying to kill us!"
Mina slid into view, her acid sizzling as it hit the villain's armor. "Seriously, you two are like an old married couple! Can we please just work together for five minutes?"
"Tell that to Mr. Ego over here!"Â you said, pointing at Bakugou.
"Mr. Ego? I'm the only reason this fight isn't a total disaster!"Â he shot back, his palms sparking with another explosion.
The villain roared, cutting off your argument as they lunged forward. Kirishima hardened his body to block the attack, gritting his teeth as the impact sent him skidding back.
"Little help here!"Â he called out.
"On it!"Â you and Bakugou said in unison, momentarily setting aside your feud. You launched a coordinated attack, your combined power finally breaking through the villain's defenses. With a final, earth-shaking blow, the enemy collapsed, unconscious.
The dust settled, and the four of you stood there, catching your breath. Kirishima clapped a hand on your shoulder, grinning despite the exhaustion. "Nice teamwork, guys. Even with all the yelling."
Mina smirked, wiping sweat from her brow. "Yeah, you two might actually make a good duo if you stopped trying to kill each other."
"Not happening,"Â you and Bakugou said at the same time, glaring at each other.
As emergency crews arrived to secure the area, Kirishima and Mina exchanged knowing looks. By the time you piled into the cramped SUV for the ride back to Bakugou's agency, the tension had shifted back to its usual, volatile state.
The engine rumbled softly beneath you, the faint hum filling the awkward silence that Kirishima and Mina desperately tried to maintain. You sat across from Bakugou in the cramped SUV, arms crossed, glaring daggers at the blond like it was a sport.
"You're an idiot, you know that?"Â you muttered under your breath.
Bakugou scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Coming from the person who tripped over their own feet mid-fight. Real rich, Y/n."
Kirishima groaned from the driver's seat. "Guys, can we not? It's been a long day."
Mina twisted in her seat to face both of you, a tired smile on her face. "Seriously, just five minutes of peace. Please."
You opened your mouth to fire back, but her pointed glare shut you up. You huffed, leaning back in your seat. Bakugou mimicked your pose, but not before shooting you a smug grin. You resisted the urge to stick your tongue out like a child. Barely.
The rest of the drive to Bakugou's agency was mercifully quiet. Kirishima pulled into the lot, and Mina clapped her hands together, an exaggerated cheerfulness in her tone.
"Alright! We're here. Time to split up duties,"Â she said, hopping out of the car.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "Split up duties? What the hell does that mean?"
Kirishima grinned sheepishly. "Uh, well, Mina and I have some... stuff to do."
"Stuff,"Â Bakugou repeated, his tone flat.
Mina waved a dismissive hand. "You two can handle the paperwork, right? It's not like you're doing anything important."
You narrowed your eyes at her. "Paperwork? You're ditching us to do paperwork?"
"Think of it as bonding time,"Â Kirishima said, already backing away toward the exit.
"You littleâ"Â Bakugou started, but the door slammed shut behind them. You both stood there, dumbfounded.
"Unbelievable,"Â you muttered.
"Those assholes,"Â Bakugou growled.
The fluorescent lights in the agency's office buzzed faintly as you sat at the desk, a stack of reports taunting you. Bakugou sat across from you, furiously scribbling notes on a file. His pen scratched loudly against the paper, grating on your nerves.
"Can you not?"Â you snapped.
"Can I not what?"Â he shot back, not looking up.
"Write like you're trying to murder the paper."
"Maybe if you did your part faster, I wouldn't have to pick up your slack,"Â he said, finally meeting your glare.
"My slack? I've done more than you in half the time!"
He leaned back in his chair, smirking. "You call that chicken scratch 'work'? Pretty sure my two-year-old niece could do better."
"You don't have a niece."
"You don't know my life."
You groaned, slamming your pen down. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you."
"Oh, trust me, the feeling's mutual,"Â he said, leaning forward on his elbows. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a second, the tension shifted. It wasn't the usual exasperation or angerâit was something heavier, more charged.
"If you stopped yapping for five seconds, maybe I'd actually get some peace,"Â he added, standing up and walking around the desk toward you.
"Peace? You're the one who keeps starting shit!"Â you fired back, rising to meet him halfway. The distance between you closed rapidly as the argument escalated.
"You're impossible!"Â he snarled, his voice raising to match yours.
"Impossible? You're the one who can't go two seconds without throwing a tantrum!"Â you shot back, your voice now echoing through the quiet office.
"Tantrum? The hell do you think you're doing with all this whining? Just shut up and do the damn paperwork!"Â he snapped, slamming a hand on the desk for emphasis.
You stood abruptly, knocking your chair back. "I wouldn't have to whine if you weren't such a self-absorbed jerk who thinks everything revolves around him!"
Bakugou scoffed, stalking around the desk toward you. "Self-absorbed? At least I get shit done instead of sitting around crying about how hard everything is."
Your hands balled into fists at your sides, your face heating up. "You are so full of yourself it's a miracle you haven't floated away like a balloon!"
"Yeah? Well, you're so damn annoying it's a wonder anyone can stand to be around you!"Â he yelled, stepping closer.
"Oh, like you're a ray of sunshine to work with? Newsflash, Bakugou: your personality is toxic enough to melt steel!"
"Better toxic than useless!"Â he snarled, the gap between you now almost nonexistent. His crimson eyes blazed, and you could feel the heat radiating off him.
"Useless? I'll show you useless, you oversized firecrackerâ"
Before you could finish your sentence, Bakugou's lips crashed onto yours, cutting off your tirade mid-word. The kiss was fiery and demanding, just like him. His hands gripped the edge of the desk behind you, caging you in as his lips moved with a fervor that left you breathless.
Your mind short-circuited, the words you'd been ready to yell dying in your throat. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the pounding of your heart.
When he finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his eyes searching yours. "You talk too much," he muttered, his voice low and rough.
You blinked at him, still processing what had just happened. "You... you kissed me."
"Do you want me to stop?"Â he asked, his usual cockiness returning, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.
You stared at him for a beat, your chest heaving as the tension hung thick in the air. "Don't you dare stop," you said, your voice barely above a whisper but full of conviction. Without giving him time to respond, you grabbed his collar and pulled him back down, crashing your lips onto his in another deep, searing kiss.
The kiss quickly turned desperate, both of you clinging to each other as though the world was slipping away. Bakugou's hands slid down to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. You stood up, leaning into him to deepen the kiss, your fingers threading through his wild blond hair. The motion tipped over the chair you'd been sitting on, but neither of you paid it any mind.
The edge of the desk dug into your back as Bakugou's lips moved feverishly against yours. Without breaking the kiss, he maneuvered you away from the desk, his hands never leaving your body. The two of you stumbled through the office, nearly knocking over a filing cabinet as you went. A muffled laugh escaped you as his lips left yours momentarily to nip at your jawline, the sound quickly replaced by a sharp intake of breath when he found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
"Bakugou..."Â you murmured, your voice half a plea, half a challenge.
"What? Can't keep up?"Â he teased, though the roughness in his voice betrayed his own impatience.
You didn't dignify him with a response, instead pulling him back down into another heated kiss. His hands fumbled briefly behind you before finding the doorknob to his office. He shoved the door open with more force than necessary, practically dragging you inside.
The moment the door clicked shut behind you, the urgency escalated. Bakugou's hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head in one swift motion. You followed suit, your fingers working hastily to unfasten the straps of his hero gear and toss it aside. His shirt followed quickly after, revealing the taut muscles of his chest, gleaming faintly under the dim office light.
Your hands roamed over his skin, tracing the scars and lines that told the story of his battles. He groaned at your touch, his lips finding yours again as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants. Every movement was hurried, each article of clothing discarded with reckless abandon, leaving a trail across the floor of his office.
By the time you were both standing bare before each other, the air between you crackled with tension and raw desire. His crimson eyes met yours, a mix of hunger and something deeper flashing in his gaze.
"You're sure about this?"Â he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft as his hands cupped your face.
You leaned into his touch, a small smile playing on your lips. "Shut up and fuck me, Bakugou."
His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "Not so fast," he murmured, his tone laced with mischief. His hand slid down your side, gripping your hip as he pressed you back against the desk.
The heat between you grew unbearable as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. His touch was deliberate, agonizingly slow as he moved just enough to drive you insane. Your breath hitched, and you gripped his arms, your nails digging into his skin.
"Katsuki,"Â you gasped, your voice breaking with frustration.
He chuckled darkly, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a mix of hunger and amusement. "Not gonna happen unless you ask nicely," he said, his voice a low growl.
You clenched your jaw, refusing to give in to his taunts, but the way he continued to tease youâjust barely pushing, then pulling backâleft you trembling. Your pride waged war with your desire, but the ache in your body was too much to bear.
"Please,"Â you finally whispered, your voice cracking.
He tilted his head, pretending not to hear. "What was that? Didn't catch it."
Your grip tightened on his arms, your face flushed. "Please, Katsuki. I need you," you said, louder this time, the desperation evident in your tone.
His smirk widened, and he leaned in to kiss you, the motion firm and possessive. "That's better," he murmured against your lips, finally pushing into you with a slow, deliberate thrust.
His smirk only deepened as he leaned down, capturing your lips again in a searing kiss. The way his hips moved, slow and unrelenting, made you arch into him, desperate for more of the friction that he was so cruelly controlling.
"You're so needy," he teased, his voice rough against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Thought you were tougher than this, Y/n. Can't even handle a little waiting, huh?"
You let out a frustrated groan, the sound muffled against his shoulder as your nails raked down his back. He hissed at the sensation, his muscles tensing beneath your touch, but the devilish grin on his face never faltered.
"Katsuki," you whimpered, your voice trembling. "Stop... teasing me."
He chuckled, low and almost predatory, the vibration of it making your breath hitch. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked, his tone mockingly sweet as his teeth grazed along the curve of your neck. "You like it. Don't even try to deny it."
Your hands slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly in retaliation, earning a sharp inhale from him. The smug look on his face faltered for just a second, and you seized the opportunity to push your hips up against his, drawing a strained groan from his lips.
"Oh, you wanna play like that?"Â he growled, his voice dripping with challenge. His grip on your hips tightened, and before you could reply, he rolled his hips with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. Your head fell back against the desk, a moan escaping your lips as he finally gave you what you'd been craving.
"That's more like it,"Â he murmured, his tone laced with approval as he set a rhythm that had your head spinning. His movements were calculated, hitting all the right spots with precision that made your toes curl.
Your nails dug into his shoulders again, and you struggled to keep your voice steady as you said, "You... drive me crazy."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a taunting kiss. "Good," he replied, his breath hot against your mouth. "I'd be disappointed if I didn't."
The heat between you grew more intense with every thrust, his name falling from your lips in breathless gasps. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, and the smug look on his face only grew as he watched you unravel beneath him.
"Look at you," he said, his voice rough with barely contained hunger. "Completely mine."
The possessiveness in his tone sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you met his gaze, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "Always," you whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing.
His pace quickened, and the room filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans mingling with his low groans. The pressure building inside you was almost unbearable, and you clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping you grounded.
"Katsuki," you gasped, your voice trembling with urgency. "I'm..."
"I know you're close," he said, his voice dropping into a cruel, teasing purr. "But you're not gonna get there until you beg for it."
Your breath hitched, frustration and need coiling tight in your chest. "Katsuki, please," you whimpered, but he shook his head, his grin all sharp edges.
"That's not good enough," he murmured, his hips still moving torturously slow. "I wanna hear you say it properly. Beg me, baby. Tell me exactly what you want."
The tension in your body was unbearable, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "Please, Katsuki," you said, your voice breaking. "I need you. Please let me... please let me come."
For a moment, he only stared at you, his crimson eyes dark with something possessive and raw. Then his smirk softened, and he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a fleeting kiss. "That's my girl," he murmured.
Without warning, his pace quickened, and the sudden intensity made your head spin. The coil in your stomach snapped, and you cried out, your entire body shaking as pleasure tore through you. Katsuki followed seconds later, his growl low and guttural as he buried himself in you, his hold on your hips bruising.
The two of you stayed locked together, your heavy breaths mingling in the aftermath. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear as he pressed his forehead to yours. "Was that so hard?" he asked, his tone still teasing but softer now.
You huffed, weakly swatting at his chest. "You're the worst."
He chuckled, leaning closer with a cocky smirk that made your blood boil. "Yeah, but admit it," he said, his voice low and teasing. "You love the way I make you beg."
Your mouth opened to retort, but the intensity in his gaze froze the words on your tongue. Instead, you scoffed, looking away to mask the heat rising to your face. "You're insufferable," you muttered, though your voice lacked its usual bite.
He tilted your chin back to meet his eyes, the smugness in his expression softening just slightly. "Maybe," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek in an uncharacteristically tender gesture. "But you can't deny the way you clenched so hard for me when I made you beg for it."
And as much as you wanted to argue, the truth lingered unspoken in the silence between you.
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