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synopsis: after yn gets harassed in the club, all secrets come out when bakugou nearly kills the man.
warnings: minors dni, light drinking, fighting, blood mention, swearing, harassment by man!, killing mention, missionary, unprotected sex, crying (during sex bc overwhelmed), yn has a touching kink she lovessss touching her man, oral (m), yn n bkg play fight tussle, happy ending duh, what else, lots of bkg character development in this lol
strip club owner bakugou series
one thing you hated about yourself is when you’re faced with the options of fight or flight, you always choose to freeze. even in situations where you could easily walk away or tell someone to fuck off, you always stay frozen in your seat, replying to what’s being asked with awkward panicked answers.
it was suffocatingly busy tonight in the strip club. it was a friday night, almost saturday early morning and the building was packed. friday night always attracts the business men in the city who finished work a few hours ago and wanted to let loose by throwing money at beautiful dancing women. multiple ties were long gone or loose around necks with a few buttons undone. there were bodies everywhere, a few groups of men for a night out, always a group of girls coming out for the chicken wings and then people sitting on their own, their only job to throw cash.
this time you were solo also. the funny thing about your friends being the entertainment for the night meant that you never really had anyone to hang out with when you attended. you did speak to kaminari, one of the sweet bartenders who always ensured you got seen whenever you needed something but that didn’t always include when you just wanted someone to talk to.
bakugou katsuki, the owner of this club and your beloved wasn’t in yet. he’s had a day of meetings with suppliers, alcohol, lingerie sponsorships, food— so you’re planning on seeing him soon. the thought thrills you, seeing his hefty frame barge through his doors, his eyes scanning the room before landing on you. in a room of beautiful, half naked women, the grin that spreads across his cheeks when he sees you sends adrenaline down your spine. it’s bare minimum, you know, but it’s not everyday you date an owner of a strip club.
but for now you’re seated on a bar stool in a pretty bodycon dress, with only your phone in hand because everything else you just kept in katsuki’s office. you nurse a drink, a simple vodka orange juice (the most expensive versions of both, per katsuki’s instructions) with a red and white striped straw.
you’re fully content with a light buzz in your head and kaminari currently serving a bunch of people, practically doing his own choreography behind the bar to get everyone’s orders completed. sakura, one of your best friends, is on the main stage in a gorgeous turquoise lingerie set and her pink hair is extra long tonight, swaying past her ass. every move she makes on the pole is practiced and skilled, her strength truly something to marvel at. she’s got cash at her feet and a whole load of cheers from the men who pulled up a seat at her stage. she’s spinning around the silver pole, upside down, hanging from the top and sliding— all to the rhythm of the music.
“go sakura!!” you shout, waving your arm in the air. she’s too locked into her performance to really react to what you’re saying but you’re sure to tell her afterwards how great she’s doing. “so sexy! shake that ass!”
it’s on your last word this man appears beside you. one of those businessmen with those midrange blue suits with a red tie loosened at the neck. he looks like he’s in his late thirties, hairline beginning to recede with a speckle of grey beginning to show up. he’s smiling at you, thin lipped, eyes wide like he’s trying to take you all in. his hand holds your stool as he leans into your space to speak in your ear. you don’t like this at all.
“you’re beautiful! is that your friend up there?”
you blink looking forward as his hot breath brushes down your neck. is he flirting? no he’s definitely flirting right now. yuck.
“erm…,” you mumble, your pulse beginning to race beneath your skin, “yes, that’s my friend.”
where is katsuki? you look over at kaminari to catch his eye but he’s too busy working.
you notice how he pulls up his blazer sleeve and adjusts his watch on his wrist. you bite the urge to roll your eyes. you do not care about how much money the man has. “nice, do you guys ever work together?”
he thinks you’re a dancer.
your eyes widen, ready to correct his mistake, “no! i’m—,”
“ahh, that sucks. you both would be so sexy together.” and this businessman adjusts his hair to hide his balding.
now you’ve got to go. shake your head and leave, hop off the stool and sit in katsuki’s office or even the girls changing room. instead, you sit with your mouth open in shock.
“n-no, i don’t do—,”
hand on your arm. grabby. you can feel each and every fingertip pressed into your bicep, his bitten nails jabbing you bluntly. you look towards the door for katsuki to appear, then security that’s usually dotted around but the crowd of people hides you away in this corner.
it doesn’t help that this businessman slides himself in front of you, cocking his head so he stays in your eye line, “i want a private dance with you, feel your sweet ass on my cock. i’ll give you all i’ve got.”
he’s grinning and you’re confused how he can’t see the fear in your eyes. how he can’t tell you’re stiff and your pupils keep darting around to find someone else to take you out this situation. he’s up close all in your space and you want to scream but your throat is dry, despite the drink still in your hand.
it’s shame that hits you like a tonne of bricks. your throat chooses the worst time to dry up and if you weren’t remembering to clench your fists to get the blood flowing, you’d be shaking right now. why do you need someone else to help you? why can’t you just tell him to fuck off?
you feel vomit rumble in your throat as you try again, a layer of sweat on your forehead, “i-i’m not a dancer.”
all the meetings went pretty fucking great today. he’s got a lower deal on food but for a better grade. he’s found a better supplier of all the boring shit like cleaning products and most especially, he’s confirmed the lingerie deal that he’s excited to tell his girls and his favourite girl, you.
which is why when bakugou enters his establishment, he nods hello to security before scanning the room, then the upper floor. he can’t see you anywhere. usually, he’d catch you by the bar but it’s rammed with patrons. unbuttoning his blazer jacket he heads to the back, unlocking the door of his office to… not find you. he pulls out his phone to read through your last texts,
i’ll wait for you in the club!
he quickly types out,
Where are you baby?
tucking his phone away, he leaves and pops his head into the girl’s changing room, “anyone seen yn?”
since it’s a busy night, the majority of his girls are working the floor or the stage so only a few of them linger back here to adjust a strap or swing back a glass of water.
he’s met with head shakes, “she was here earlier. i’m not sure where now.”
katsuki grunts, swiping his hand through his hair. if he doesn’t find you in the next five minutes he’s gonna put this place on lockdown until you appear. storming down the back office hallway, katsuki reaches the security guard who guards the door.
“bro, have you seen yn? send a signal out to everyone now.”
kirishima, with his spiky teeth and red hair grins, “last time i saw her was by the bar! i’ll tell them now boss.”
once katsuki watches kirishima speak the words into the headset kirishima wears, he notices all his security turn to scan the room. but he’s off, back to that damned bar because he didn’t check properly, did he? it was crowded when he walked in. if you’re not there…
bakugou barges his way through the crowd, his height and width working wonders as once a drunken idiot turns to say something they back up at the sight of him.
“kaminari! yn?”
there’s three bartenders behind the bar, all moving as fast as each other. at the sound of his name, he snaps his head up to his boss, pointing in the general direction you were.
he hears you before he sees you in a voice he’s never heard from you.
“i-i’m not a dancer.”
your body is hidden by a suited man, tucked away in the corner so nobody could have seen you from any angle. he’s trying to tuck himself between your legs and he’s got a fucking hand on your arm.
bakugou can only see red and the bustle of the club dulls down to a muted buzz in his ears.
“what whore has stripper friends but doesn’t strip—,”
you scream in shock as the man before you flies to the nearest wall with an arm across his throat. finally, finally, he’s here. bakugou snarls as the man’s eyes look as if they’re going to pop out of his head with fear.
“why the fuck are you touchin’ her?”
your scream attracts an audience who turns to look at the commotion. you don’t notice but it’s kaminari at the bar who calls security for back up.
almost immediately security appears but instead of fixing the altercation they face outwards at the crowd to let bakugou continue what he’s doing.
“she’s a fucking stripper! that’s what you’re supposed to do!”
the man’s whole face is red, bakugou’s got his feet dangling lightly from the floor from holding him up so high.
“man if she’s your whore, you can have her, f-fuck. she’s not worth a-all this.” his hands scramble at bakugou’s arm around his throat and to everyone’s surprise bakugou drops the man only to slam a fist in his stomach. the man heaves forward with a gaped mouth trying to clutch onto his shirt. he’s about to fall to the floor when bakugou grabs him by the collar to hold him against the wall. then his fist flies into his face and you’re sure you can hear a crunch.
only then do you hop off your stool, tapping the security guards arm to let you through but they don’t budge. “kirishima! let me through!”
kirishima gives you a soft smile, “not when he’s like this, yn. sorry.”
like this?
“you need to learn some fuckin’ respect, you piece of shit. you don’t touch anybody like that,” a kick to his stomach, “did you not see how she was scared or did that shit turn you on?”
when you get a glimpse of the once greasy man, he’s now covered in blood. out of his nose, a gash on his cheek, his white shirt is coated in dirt and boots stamps.
“kirishima, katsuki is going to kill him.” and honestly, you weren’t sure how much you were exaggerating here. every breath out of the man stuttered and bakugou didn’t take his eyes off him.
kirishima is so calm, still smiling, “he won’t, he knows when to stop.”
then everything shifts to you. bakugou holds the man by his collar and points over at you, “you need to listen when women speak to you. stop your fuckin’ dick from talkin’. if i ever see you speak to her again or even think about her, i will kill you.”
then he’s dropped to the ground in a nasty bloody heaving lump. you could barely make out his face. rips and stains all across his clothes.
then your lover, whose chest is heaving from the adrenaline and you know he’s a mixture of emotions from the frown pressed into his face and his eyes are practically set alight. his knuckles are sore, blooded. he wipes at his face and it smears with blood that isn’t his. wearing black meant none of his clothes looked stained. if it wasn’t for the fact he wiped his hand on his cheek, he would have looked pristine, sans a few hair strands out of place.
katsuki looked alert, instead of the deer in headlights, the driver that just hit the deer. he turns to you, about to offer his hand over but snapping it back once he saw the state of it.
“come to my office yn.”
he says it gravelly, deep and you swallow a nod.
you’re about to tuck a finger in one of his belt loops as to not lose him in the crowd but still, without touching you, bakugou shifts to stand behind you. he reaches over your shoulder to pad in the password to the back door and you both are silent until you reach his office.
he disappears for a minute in his en-suite bathroom and appears again with a clean face and hands. the remains of what happened gone but still written all over his face
everything about bakugou looks defeated. shoulders slumped, ruby eyes dull. his finger curls to lift your chin to keep your eyes on him.
“tell me what he did, what he said. i’m so fuckin’ sorry baby.” he steps in close to you, your eyes glazing over with tears though none fall.
“no it’s my fault, i should have walked away or left b-but i just—,”
“shh, it’s not your fuckin’ fault. that piece of shit should have listened to you the first time, he should have left you alone.”
“but i always freeze. i don’t know why i don’t just go!” you shout, your foot stomping off the floor.
“baby, it’s just different survival instincts.” you notice his eyes flicker down your body, like he’s doing a medical examination, “security should have been on it, i should have been fuckin’ on it.”
you’re about to speak but you shut your mouth, the moment replaying in your head again and again. there’s so much you would have done differently so it didn’t escalate.
“can you tell me what he said?” he says softly with a bite of anger behind every word.
“he wanted me to have a private dance with him. thought i was a dancer. called me a whore.”
“i’m gonna kill him.”
you could tell it was true. bakugou katsuki would kill that man.
“have you… killed anyone before?”
there’s always been an air to bakugou that was dangerous and morbid. you knew he could fight well from those boxing classes he goes to with kaminari and he has a shelf of old achievements from his teenhood in his bedroom. you know he’s pretty skilled with a knife, not only in cooking but once he showed you while you were sitting on his kitchen counter in fluffy socks, all the different ways you could attack someone with the blade. then, when you asked how he knew this he had the same look on his face. his eyes widen, air escapes his lungs for half a second before he shakes his head like nothing happened.
“no, baby. course not.”
he’s lying. you pull out of his grasp, moving to slump in the sofa he has in his office. you’ve taken multiple naps here, he even upgraded it recently to one with a fluffy base just for you. you’re exhausted, the alcohol catching up to you.
you tap the space beside you for him to sit and he does.
“i’m gonna upgrade the security. don’t know how the hell he got away with touchin’ you. have a man on every single of my girls and you this time.” he leans forward and covers his face with his hands, huge body breathing beside you. “i’m so sorry, yn. i know what comes with this job and i should be protectin’ you. my job is to fuckin’ protect you.”
“was just a few mean words and assumptions. i’m fine,” you take it upon yourself to shuffle to sit on his lap. your dress is short enough that the action practically exposes your panties on his crotch but he doesn’t look down and neither do you. your arms wrap around his abdomen and he drops a kiss on your mouth.
“you were terrified and he was holding your arm,” he glances to the spot he touched you, “he was trying to stand between your legs.”
“and now, i’m perfectly content, drunk and sitting on my boyfriend’s lap,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder. bakugou reacts to your warmth, tucking you in closer to his chest, his arms around your waist. “you’re a really good fighter.”
bakugou’s still out of it, thinking about everything that’s happened to you tonight. how to make sure it never happens to you again. “yeah, been fighting since i was young.”
“how young?”
“dunno? probably nine? ten?”
“in competitions?”
“nah, just in the streets where i lived. competitions came later.”
you hum in response, brushing your nose along his neck. “i’m happy you’re back with me.”
“should have been here earlier, baby.”
“you were busy being a big businessman.”
his hands are tense on your hips, “it makes me so fuckin’ mad this shit happened to you in my building. i’m not supposed to have this happen.”
“are you going to have me comfort you or are you going to comfort me?” the comment makes bakugou freeze, looking at your furrowed eyebrows and twitching nose. “i’m telling you i’m fine now. sort out the logistics later.”
your arms tighten in a hug around him, your face snuggling in the crook of his neck. that’s when bakugou katsuki the boyfriend activates, slouching back into the sofa to cradle your body into his. “fuck, you’re right.” he kisses your cheek, “i’m sorry, baby. ‘m so sorry.”
it’s a little mumble, “it’s alright. i’ll learn to fight like you, switch my instincts.”
“i can teach you. you’d be able to throw a punch next time a man even looks at you.”
you giggle on his chest as he grabs your hand to make into a weak fist, “you missed a spot of blood on your neck.”
“how disgustin’,” and when he’s about to pull you off him to clean off you try with all your might to hold him down.
“no, we’re sitting here.”
kisses brush up his neck and you focus on biting down on a spot just beneath his collar. it’s like the tension adrenaline filled bakugou balloon has popped as he begins to sink into the sofa, “thanks for saving me out there.”
you pull his shirt out of his slacks to place your hands on his warm chest. “i liked seeing you punch someone for me.”
it’s the first grin from him tonight, “what the fuck is this?”
he asks it cutely albeit a little confused. you shrug, “you know i think you’re sexy.”
“should hope so considerin’ we’re dating.”
“and i think you’re sexy when you’re in a rage about to kill someone for me. sue me.”
bakugou doesn’t know how to get around everything that’s happened tonight. especially as your thumbs brush against his neck, the scrape of blood he left there accidentally. he meets your lips in a kiss, one that starts softly with pecks but grows with fervency once you tilt your head. he can taste the smooth vodka on your tongue, the sweet fragrant orange in the background too. bakugou gets handsy, squeezing at every part of you, sinking down to grip at your ass.
a groan escapes him first, a rumble that hums through his chest and causes you to grind down on his crotch. “fuck, sweetheart.” he’s hardening quickly, enjoying you taking control, stuffing your tongue down his throat and gripping his hair through your fingers.
“s-should we be doin’ this?” he asks, lifting your skirt so it sits at your waist. only then does he look down, the wet patch in your panties obvious. the turquoise a darker shade than the rest.
you’re impatient, unbuttoning his shirt with ease, “fucking? wouldn’t it feel good to fuck right now, katsuki?”
after his long day of meetings, the success from those, to the horror of the night, the fear on your face, your scream when he punched the guy, the sight of him crumpled in a heap, to you now, grinding down on his cock with your thumbs brushing over his nipples.
it would feel good right now. “we still need to talk about this shit though.”
you hum, “and i need to talk to you about some shit too.”
bakugou frowns though he yanks off his blazer jacket to throw elsewhere, “what else?” he pulls down your dress straps to kiss your shoulder, then shoves the front down to reveal your breasts.
“how your meetings went,” you say, unbuckling his belt, messily knocking forward into him for another kiss. a whine slips through your lips, always needy. he holds your head to his, twisting to get the right angle to suck your tongue. it gets your hips grinding down hard on him for friction, your hand drifting to the hair that rests on his lower stomach, inching to pull him out.
“a-and your past.”
“my past? what about it?” he’s spluttering, his head fuddled on whether to focus on what you’re saying or the need for release.
“get up and take your trousers off.”
it’s rare you take control in your sex life. it’s always been so much more fun for you to lay back and have bakugou worship you, make you orgasm and adjust you into position. he obeys you, watching as you don’t even move to take your dress off as you sit curled on the sofa waiting for him to finish. you look gorgeous, is all he can think, with your blazed eyes and messy hair. your breasts are plush being pushed up by your askew dress, your necklace is a ruby gem bought by him centred on your chest and your pussy is all wet because of him.
“what do you wanna know about me?” he speaks, shrugging off his trousers so they pool on the floor. he’s next to pull off his unbuttoned black shirt and then you take in the beauty of your lover. he’s hard against his chest, his head almost peeking out of his boxer band.
you take his hand to pull him towards you, “about your fighting.” you whisper, sitting on the sofa so his hard cock is right before you. you brush your fingers over him and katsuki inhales sharply through his teeth. “will you indulge?”
you look up at him, tugging at his underwear band like it’s an obstacle to his pleasure. “fuck baby. you’re so smart, gettin’ me like this so i say shit.”
“you know what i’m doing and you’re letting me anyway,” you laugh, finally pulling down his underwear and instinctively, bakugou’s hand goes to your cheek then his thumb across your bottom lip.
you playfully bite his thumb, “i liked how none of the blood was yours.”
“you really wanna see me angry, huh? see me fighting a sorry fucker.”
you nod, replacing his thumb with his cock head, firstly with a kiss and then sliding just an inch into your mouth. your lips are beautiful around him, puffed and plush and it’s when you lick through his slit bakugou crumbles forward, another inch sliding down your tongue.
“oh baby, fuck. you know i’m sorry for today right? never gonna happen to you again,” he blurts in a slur, throwing his head back to groan.
you’ll be honest, it’s not often you do this to him. it’s never been your favourite activity and you much prefer when he gives you head. he’s also always so good to you, never one to ask, just letting you do it when you want to.
the thought makes your panties dampen.
“why’d you start fighting, baby?”
you lick a streak down his cock, your hand coming to lightly squeeze his balls. bakugou grunts as if he’s in pain, biting down on his lip.
“got in the wrong crowds when i was y-younger. i’ve always been strong and angry.” then you sink him down your throat completely, coating him in your saliva. it makes the glide easier as you open your throat and focus on your breathing. bakugou’s head drops to stare down at you, his hand on your jaw to feel it open wider. you meet his stare as you suction your cheeks, “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, sweetheart.”
katsuki knows to continue talking when you put a soft pressure on his balls. “where i grew up was full of crime and i-i needed to fuckin’ survive. i wanted to be the best, untouchable. if anyone fucked with me i’d fight them. caught the eye of one of the gangs around.”
you hold the base of his dick, as you focus on his tip. he’s leaking pre at this point, smooth and salty on your tongue. you press your thighs together tightly, dying to touch yourself but you stay on task.
his chest is heaving like he just ran a mile, sweat forming on his forehead. you’re definitely dragging this out, focusing on every pleasure point to edge him to orgasm but not quite.
“the head of the gang was a dick, baby. he was nasty to everyone, perverted to the women, would hurt the guys for fun. i hated him. he hated me too because he knew i could beat him.”
you hold his gaze for him to keep going. he’s close to completion, you can tell when he twitches and the light pink flush on his cheeks. though he’s not trying to push you to make him come, he lets you do what you’re doing, sinking your throat onto him.
your eyes are needy— to come or for information on his past, just so you could know him better like he’d want to know you. he’s not in the right mind to sigh at how pretty you look so it comes out as another grunt, he’d want to know you as much as he has to give.
“it’s fuckin’ true. whatever you’re thinkin’. but i-i had to baby. and i’d do it again for you,” and that’s when you lightly scratch at his hipbone, a signal for him to let go.
bakugou’s orgasm feels electric. all left over excitement, adrenaline and joy, spread through him all at once. you can tell this is unlike any of the orgasms he’s experienced with you. it lasts longer, his eyes rolling back, his groans abruptly stopping and starting down his throat. his load just keeps on going, to the point you’re wiping the corner of your mouth so it doesn’t dribble out. he’s still careful not to lean all his weight on you as all his energy gets drained from him. it’s you who slides him out your mouth, and you rest your hands on his hipbones to direct him to sit down beside you yet again.
his hair is a mess, sweat a shiny film over his skin and the smell of him makes you feel deluded. you’re back crawling on his lap as he throws his bed back on the sofa to close his eyes. bakugou’s chest heaves as he comes back to reality, always remembering to rest a palm on your thigh.
“thanks for telling me. i had my suspicions,” you smile, fixing his hair and smoothing down his eyebrow.
bakugou chuckles, his eyes still closed, “you playin detective with me, baby?” then his eyes peek open, “you had suspicions before today?”
now you have to look at him like he’s silly, adjusting to pull your dress completely off while his attention is fixed on your eyes, “you have a team with unwavering loyalty to you and i know it’s not because you give them good christmas parties. remember that time you were showing me multiple different ways to kill someone with a knife at dinner? that boxing club you go to with kirishima i know isn’t boxing. like it is during the day but at night anything goes.”
bakugou’s jaw drops slightly, “i still don’t think it was that obvious, i could have learnt those knife tricks on youtube.”
“they weren’t tricks, they were techniques and i knew something was up because you were willing to show me on our fourth date that you knew how to kill somebody under a second with examples. usually men are showing off their pokémon collection or cars. not that, baby.” you rub your thumb over his cheek as you can see bakugou relive his old choices. he leans into your touch, tutting at himself under his breath.
“fine. that is weird to do on a date—,”
“i wasn’t even your girlfriend yet.”
“it didn’t scare you though, nothing has minus what happened today.”
his tone becomes somber, looking away from you and biting down harshly on his lip.
you roll your eyes, “what happened today has nothing to do with you.”
“it had everythin’ to do with me. i should have been there, my security should have been on it, i shouldn’t have you waitin’ for me in a fucking strip club.” he bites and he’s already said this, you should know how to leave situation and you’re not going to agree on this.
it’s annoyance that rings through you first, like no matter what you say he won’t listen and you don’t agree with whatever he’s saying. with a grunt of your own, you push off his lap but he grabs your wrist to stop you from going reflexively. ignoring his puppy eyes, you try to shake out of his grasp and respectfully he lets go, just for you to push at his forehead with the tips of your fingers.
a mumbled, “what the fuck?” and he’s not playing fairly anymore. a verbal tussle becomes an actual tussle as bakugou yanks you towards his body and throws you down on the sofa. you yelp, trying to push him off you by circling your legs around his waist to sway his body but everything means nothing as he effortlessly pins your arms above your head.
“what the fuck was that?” he asks, studying you from top to bottom, your naked body still shuffling with his.
“you’re irritating me.” you feel a hard stiff poke at your thighs and you scan the length of his chest above you. you sigh disappointingly, “of course, this makes you horny.”
bakugou blinks at you and the whiplash is really getting to him now. one minute you’re screaming in fear, then you’re sucking his cock making him admit his darkest secrets and now you’re acting like a brat underneath him. “fighting naked with my naked girlfriend. yeah, that would happen, princess.”
it’s oddly enough, most normal you’ve been all night, frowning up at him like you’re about to start a temper tantrum and the grip he has on your wrists is only light. his eyes flicker to your chest, nipples perked towards him and he becomes fully conscious to the fact your pussy is pressed against his chest.
“i’m realisin’ a lot tonight,” bakugou says ominously, holding both your wrists in one hand as he pinches both of your nipples. you gasp sharply at the snap of pain and grit your teeth. you have nowhere to go, trapped beneath him so all you can do is sway your hips which doesn’t move his.
“so am i.” you reply, eyes focused like you know what he means. you have no clue, “what are you realising?”
bakugou thrusts forward, holding down your hip so he can slide his cock between your legs and over your clit. your whole body reacts, a stuttered sigh leaving your lips as your eyelids flutter.
“you want more from me. you like that.” and he’s focused in between your legs, trying to get the thrust right again.
this time a soft moan comes from you, your legs tightening around him. not being touched tonight has every nerve ending feel like it’s on the edge of bursting.
“w-what?” you ask, “i want my hands back, let me touch you.”
“sorry, baby no.” and he’s moving so slowly with every thrust, making sure you feel every vein of his cock as he slides across your hole and clit. he’s all shiny from you, perfect glide making him focus on not slipping his head into you.
“katsuki! let me!”
he shakes his head, ducking down to kiss down your neck, soft wet kisses then a nibble where your throat meets your shoulder. your shuffling stops as you moan, chest rising to meet his in some contact.
you’ve always been such a touchy person. you’d live inside his skin if he let you. holding his hand, your cheek against his when you sleep, kissing his forehead, a hand up his shirt and during sex you want to be completely pressed against his body.
he knows this, he can tell how much it’s bothering you.
“you like when i’m angry and annoyed. when there’s a bite between us. not too much when you feel out of control because then you become a cry baby but when you’re in control and have me exactly where you want.”
you’re blinking up at him, tears starting to flood your waterline. you’re beyond irritated at this point, “see. you’re my little crybaby because you want to touch me, yeah?”
“fuck off, katsuki.” he’s always been good at reading people, reading you. you’re surprised he hasn’t caught on this fact about you sooner.
“i’m still gonna look after you, baby.” and it’s then when bakugou decides to slip into you. you rarely have sex without a condom but whenever you do, the difference is immense.
it’s loud, every slow thrust he makes just from how wet you’ve become this evening. you’re a bundle of nerves now, especially when he decides to rub at your clit and stop whenever he feels like it.
every part of you relaxes, your legs that were once locked across his back lightly rest and the fight against your wrists halt for the moment. all you can do is whine and moan with your eyes shut, hips twitching without meaning to.
“you like this, hm? taking it slow?”
you do, it’s delectable. it’s going to make you start dribbling and blubbering crying because it feels so good. you’ve never had sex with him like this before.
but you shake your head, despite your body screaming yes.
“no, ‘suki.” you’re breathless and the eye contact between you both makes everything so much more intimate, “let me move, i wanna touch you.”
you’d be dragging his head down for a kiss at this point, a hand through his hair and down his back. you’d have his hard chest pressed against your breasts with his weight on you.
“i’ll let you if you tell me what you’re thinkin’. a fuckin’ lot happened today.”
bakugou’s chance to get a grasp of control here. this distraction technique of jumping between subjects you’ve got going— he just needs you to talk to him.
“you know normal couples would talk about this with clothes on.”
“we’re not normal, baby.”
“that’s so cheesy—,”
another thrust and you watch in awe as he sucks his thumb to then start slow consistent circles on your clit.
you’re jelly, you can feel the sparks of pleasure bursting throughout your body, all of them making your tongue bend to his will.
“the situation wouldn’t have escalated if i’d just m-moved or told him to fuck off.” you whine, your back arching for contact with him. “i don’t want you to blame yourself when i could have stopped this.”
then bakugou gives in, only slightly by pressing his body against yours, holding himself up with one forearm by your head. he whispers into your ear, each word making you tighten around his cock, “nobody should fuckin’ speak to you like that. it’s not gonna happen again. fuck.”
it’s taking everything in him not to come and you can tell from the harsh breaths he lets out on your neck.
“i believe you, ‘suki. i know it won’t.”
“i’m sorry, i scared you earlier,” he says between gritted teeth, thrusting at the same pace even though he wants nothing more than to speed up.
“it’s okay,” another thrust and you sigh while he grunts as if it’s tortuous. “i liked seeing you out of control for me.”
you’re not sure if it’s on purpose but once his grip on your wrists loosen you’re quick to wrap your arms around his check to press him to you. fingers sink into the hair at the nape of his neck and bakugou becomes even more aware of how your pleasure pushes his. each point of contact has his head going fuzzy, like you’re overwhelming him from how good you feel. a hand on his throat, pushing his head down for a kiss and it’s when his tongue is wrapped around yours your orgasm begins.
you clench so tightly around bakugou, he has no choice but to come too, thrusts picking up the pace and your moans in the kiss only get louder, crushing his head to your face so he doesn’t let go. it’s only when he can’t breathe, does he pull away, just half an inch and he can see everything on your face. the tears bunched at the corner of your eyes, you jaw hung slack without a care in the world and how despite looking as if you’ve hit euphoria, you still hang onto him like your life depends on it.
it takes three minutes to get somewhat normal again. bakugou’s slumped above you and you literally have to shove him off because you’re getting too hot.
“one of my favourite things about you.” he mumbles, now laying on you sideways with an arm across your body and his head in your neck.
“is what?”
“how touchy you are. all over me baby… and how you can get me to say anythin’. which is actually fuckin’ shit for me but i like the freedom of it.”
“freedom how?” you swipe hair off his forehead, laying a kiss on the spot.
“‘cause i’d want you to know everythin’ about me. to give you everythin’ i’ve got.”
“even the bad stuff?”
bakugou huffs, “yeah, baby. i’d want you to know.”
“you’ve opened a whole new can of worms then.”
“guess i should’ve seen that comin’.”
all the promises bakugou made, you see them in the upcoming weeks. he always prefers to meet you outside of the club meaning you were surprised to see a text from him asking to meet at a nearby coffee shop. he doesn’t even drink coffee? only to walk you to the club himself because he has to drop off a few documents. though his attempt to change this becomes fruitless when he goes to his club and you’re already there, practicing pole with sakura when it’s closed, learning a new cocktail with kaminari when it’s quiet or napping on his sofa.
because of that, you do get your own security guard whenever you’re on the floor and it’s busy. you do find it annoying, knowing sero is there especially because bakugou gave him orders to not speak to you unless it’s necessary. though one stern conversation with your boyfriend that that’s a stupid rule and you and sero are best of buds. it probably wasn’t good when you and the girls were on your second round of shots and you offered sero one as soon as katsuki walked past. commence blubbering, “no thanks yn! i’m working!” and you rolling your eyes at katsuki, “you’re no fun, bakugou!”
then it was one evening with him on the sofa of your little apartment, surrounded by boxes of new pyjamas and lingerie that bakugou gifted to you from the club's new sponsor. as you do some work on your laptop, you get a notification on your screen that he texted you.
“why’re you texting me?”
you ask just as you click open the notification. a list of self defence classes come up with a few lines of information about each of them. almost all of them are women only minus two, all in the area with the availability matching yours.
he looks nervous when you glance over at him, one of the many times he’s out of his suit. a plain white tee and grey joggers will always be one of your favourite looks on him.
you’ve got your feet in his lap and he squeezes your foot when he feels your attention.
“i’ve been thinkin’ about that day and what you said and how to help, you know?”
you nod softly, because moments like these make you know for sure that you love him.
“that with your instinct to freeze, we can make you more confident in those situations, if they were to happen again and i’m not around.” the frown and gulp he does makes you reach over for his hand. you play with his fingers when he continues, “it’s just a list of self defence classes, all women ones with women teachers. i know a few of the girls go to them too so you could go with them. the last two is my boxing club, only the boxing part, no way you’re going to the after hours. though it is only men there so that’s just if you wanna be with me. and lastly i included—,”
“you as my teacher, wait sensei?” the smile that bubbles on your cheeks makes bakugou’s cheeks flush red.
“ignore that one then. just sayin’ i could teach you too.”
“wait… wait, you’re an actual sensei? in karate? why didn’t i know this?”
“when was i gonna bring it up?”
“i don’t know, maybe on our first date as a fun fact? or when you’ve mentioned your insane knife skills or when you talk about your boxing class?”
bakugou blinks, eyes widened. he’s just never thought about that. “yeah… i guess so.”
it’s all enough for you to put your laptop to the side and crawl onto his lap. a hand on either side of his cheek and his eyes soften when you stare at him.
“thank you, katsuki. i’ll look into them, ask the girls too. the last option is looking pretty tempting, i heard he’s sexy with a fat cock.”
bakugou’s laugh goes straight through his nose as a snort, one of the most unattractive laughs he’s ever done in his life but it’s the cutest to you as you smash your face to his in a kiss.
“i don’t think id be able to even train you, you’ll get horny when i touch your waist, then i’m hard and it’s like we’re fuckin’ teenagers again.”
“sadly, i agree,” you laugh, “maybe i can have occasional sessions with sensei bakugou.”
he huffs, “this isn’t becoming a thing, yn.”
“you’re the one who’s a sensei! what did you even have to do to get the title—,”
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