YOU DONT GET TO BE JEALOUS ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
synopsis: a scrumptious drunk endeavor with your situation-ship katsuki bakugo 🧡
This is a re-upload from my other account @esccapism 🤍💕
The frat house smells like cheap cologne, tequila, spilled beer, and sweat. The music is pounding so loud that the floor vibrates under your heels. There's colored lights flashing over bodies that are packed way too close together. Someone shouts your name from across the room. You laugh and wave it off. You're having fun. And maybe, just maybe, you know he's watching. You spot him across the living room near the wall, his red eyes sharp even in the strobe lights. He's not dancing. He never really does. He's got a cup in his hand that he hasn't touched, and he's scanning the room like he's assessing each and every person. Your eyes meet for half a second. He doesn't smile, his face doesn't even change. A guy from your economics class leans in closer to you, flirting with you like it's natural. Like he assumes you won't move away, and of course you don't. Not right away at least.
You tilt your head so you can hear him better, and you laugh at something he says. His fingers press slightly into your side to keep you close when someone bumps into you from behind.
Across the room, Katsuki sees it, and he goes still, so still.
Kirishima says something to him, nudging his shoulder, but Katsuki doesn't respond. His eyes are locked on you. On the hand at your waist. On the way you're smiling.
He tells himself it doesn't matter. You're not his.
But when the guy's thumb shifts, rubbing slightly against your hip like he's testing how comfortable he can get, Katsuki sets his cup down, hard.
He doesn't shove through the crowd. He doesn't cause a scene. He just moves with purpose, his shoulders are squared, and his gaze steady, watching you.
You feel him before you even see him.
An all too familiar heat at your back.
Then a hand..firmer, larger. His hand settles low on your waist, just above your hip.
The guy in front of you stutters in the middle of his sentence.
Katsuki leans down slightly, mouth close to your ear. "Upstairs. Now."
His voice isn't loud. It doesn't need to be. Your pulse jumps. You glance back at him over your shoulder, brows raised like you're unimpressed. But you go, ofc you do. His hand doesn't leave your waist as he guides you through the crowd and up the stairs. It stays there, solid and steady, like he's making sure you don't get lost.
Upstairs you two find a small closet,probably the only place that's not full of drunken people. The music is still rattling the walls. He guides you toward the door, and you both step inside.
"What the hell was that," he says.
You cross your arms lightly. "What was what."
You shrug. "It's a party."
You scoff. "You don't get to be jealous," you say, your voice steady.
He scoffs. "I'm not fucking jealous." His voice is gruff, but his eyes give him away. They keep drifting over your glittery outfit, lingering on places that they shouldnt. Silence, nothing but silence. The noise of the party feels distant for a second.
His eyes sharpen. Not confused. Not embarrassed. He feels challenged.
He steps closer, invading your space in the cramped closet. "Positive.Why the hell would I be jealous of some dipshit who can't even hold his drink straight?"
"Maybe because that dipshit was talking to me, and you werent?" you shoot back immediately.
"I was busy talking to Kirishima." The excuse sounds weak even to his own ears. He takes another step forward, backing you against the door. "Besides, you weren't exactly waiting around for me to make a move, were you? Flirting with half the fucking party like a slut." The jealousy is dripping off of every word he says now.
"We're not together," you remind him.
"Yeah," he fires back instantly. "Whose fault is that."
Your stomach flips. You weren't expecting that.
"Oh, please," you say. "You've been flirting with me for weeks, and you act like I'm yours, but you've never said anything.” His gaze darkens.
"You think I'm playing with you?"
"I think you don't know what you want."
"You really think that," he says, his voice is lower now. Controlled in that dangerously sexy way.
"You act like you care," you say. "Then you disappear, you don't text me, you don't call me. It's fucking radio silence. Then here we are, at a party, and you sit there and glare at anyone who looks at me."
"Because they don't get to look at you like that."
His hands land on the door on either side of you. Trapping you without actually trapping you.
"Because I don't like it."
"That's not an answer, you're fucking impossible."
"Then what do you want me to say."
"If you want me," you say quietly, "say it."
The music swells. Bass vibrating through the walls around you two. His breathing changes.
"Then why am I free to dance with whoever I want? Huh? If you want me so bad."
"You think I liked that?"
"You don't get to like or not like it," you snap. "You haven't claimed anything."
The word hangs there. Claimed.
His jaw tightens. "You want me to claim you?" he asks. Your breath catches. "That's not what I said kats." He leans closer, close enough that you can feel the heat off of his skin.
"Then what are you saying!? Huh?"
"I'm saying you don't get to act jealous when you haven't made a single REAL move."
He goes quiet. That's when he's the most dangerous. One of his hands finally moves from the door to your waist. Firm and steady.
"You really think I haven't made a move," he murmurs.
Your pulse is pounding now.
"You flirt," you whisper. "You touch me. You look at me like that."
"Like I'm already yours."
His thumb presses slightly into your hip.
"Maybe I've been waiting," he says.
"For you to stop pretending you don't want me to."
His eyes never leave yours.
"You liked that I was watching," he says quietly.
That's all he needs. His grip tightens just enough to make your breath hitch.
"Yeah," he says softly. "Thought so."
"You're arrogant," you murmur.
"And you're not pushing me away."
You don't. Instead, your hand fists in the front of his shirt. The air between you shifts.
"tell me to stop," he says.
His gaze drops to your mouth for a split second before lifting again.
The bass pounds through the floor. The whole house is shaking around you.
You can't say it. He sees that. he KNOWS that.
Something fierce and almost relieved flashes in his eyes. "You don't get to be jealous," you whisper again, so much weaker this time. He leans in, stopping just short of your lips.
"Then don't give me a reason," he murmurs.
Your breath mixes with his.
"So what," you whisper. "Now you're finally gonna do something."
Without another word, his lips are against yours. His kiss is aggressive, demanding. All the frustration and jealousy boiling over into one shared moment. His hand slides up your waist, pulling you against him. Your hands fist tighter in his shirt, pulling him closer as you kiss him back just as desperately.
The weeks of tension, the flirting, the almost kisses. all of it culminates in this cramped closet with his mouth hungrily against yours. You gasp against his lips, "Took you fucking long enough-"
He smirks into the kiss, and presses you harder against the door. "Shut the hell up." His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing your plump skin roughly."I was trying to be smart." Another aggressive kiss cuts off any type of response you could've gave.
You nip at his bottom lip, absolutely breathless."I've wanted you to do this since like..week two." Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. "All that flirting was me being nice and giving you space." You tug on his hair, making him growl against your mouth. "You were supposed to cave a long fucking time ago."
"I wasn't gonna fuck you in the middle of the party like some horny fucking freak." now that he's kissing you, touching you, he's realizing how stupid his entire plan was. You look sexy as hell in that outfit, and everyone else has been noticing you too.
"Fuck me right here then."
His eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips."Right here? In this closet? With the party going on outside?" He slips a hand under your dress, his fingers teasing along your thigh. "You sure you want everyone to hear you scream my name? I don't even know why I asked that, of course you do, fucking slut." He presses his thigh between your legs, grinding up against you.
"Ugh, you know me so well."
That's all the permission he needs. He yanks your panties to the side, two fingers sliding up and down your wet slit before plunging inside of you without warning. "Fuck-!"
“You're already so wet.” He curses under his breath, fingers curling inside you as his mouth finds its way to your neck. "Been thinking about this the whole fucking night." His thumb immediately finds your clit, pressing hard.
Your hips buck forward, taking his fingers deeper. You bite your lip hard to silence a moan, your nails start digging into his shoulders. "Kats..." You pant as you begin grinding down on his hand shamelessly. The closet is filling with the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you, followed by your heavy breathing.
His eyes are dark, watching your face as you ride his hand. He pulls his fingers out and smirks as he brings them to his mouth and starts sucking them clean. "You're fucking dripping."
He unbuckles his belt, freeing his gorgeous cock from his boxers, his tip is already dripping pre-cum.He lifts you up, and wraps your legs around his waist.
Without any warning, he slams you down onto his cock, filling you completely with his entire length. The sudden invasion makes you cry out, his hand comes up quick to cover your mouth. "Shut up." He hisses, starting to thrust up into you slowly. "Don't you dare fucking scream."
Your head thunks back against the closet door as he pounds into you, each thrust hard and relentless. You're gripping his hair, trying desperately to stay quiet but failing miserably.. your high whimpers escaping between his fingers. "That's it baby," he growls against your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin. "Take my fucking cock, you hungry slut." he grunts as he begins to quicken his pace.
The closet is filled with the nastiest sounds, skin slapping, both of your ragged breathing, and your muffled cries. He's hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. each and every one of his thrusts making your eyes roll back, your wet slick just dripping down your thighs and onto the base of his cock. You're so close already. "Katsuki-" You gasp out, your walls starting to tremble around him."I'm-."
"Not yet." He cuts you off, starting to thrust even harder, that spot he's hitting making your whole body shake. He can tell you're close and he's not gonna let you cum without permission. "When I say."
His teeth sink into your shoulder hard as he feels you clench around him, trying to hold off your orgasm. He rolls his hips, grinding against your clit and making you see stars and your vision white out. "Fuck, Kats please!" You cry out loudly, the sound echoing in the closet. He smirks against your skin. "Shh,.."
"Fuck, let them hear, I don't care!" You say between a moan and pant, begging, pleading even. Hearing you so openly begging turns him on so much more. He wraps your legs tighter around his waist and starts thrusting with even more effort, the sound of your bodies slapping together growing louder and wetter.
"You want everyone to know I'm fucking you senseless right now?" He growls softly. "Fuck-..I..I don't care! It's so loud,.." You moan louder as you try and plead your case. "Nobody will even hear, please kats, please..!"
He loves how you don't care who hears. He spreads your legs wider, hitting that spot deep inside you relentlessly. "Please what?" He taunts, his voice low and rough. He knows what you need, but he wants to hear it. "Ple..please katsuki.. please baby!" His thrusts become erratic, and so desperate. "Fuck-" He buries himself to the hilt and grinds hard against your clit one, twice, three times and that's when you break. "Cum for me princess."
His hand leaves your mouth and wraps around your throat loosely, his thumb stroking your jaw as you scream through your orgasm. You're screaming his name louder, your nails are digging into his back as you clench tightly around his cock. The sound of you losing control pushes him over the edge. He's holding your throat as he thrusts deep and stills, his cum filling your wet cunt to the brim.
As you're both breathing heavily, his cock being half soft inside of you, he smirks and says, "was that good enough to claim you?"
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