₊˚⊹ ᰔ kastuki bakugo takes u in the back of his porsche tehehe
synopsis: katsuki bakugo decides hero galas are a waste of time, especially when his pretty girl looks that good on his arm. so he drags you into the back of his porsche and has his way with you.
content: nsfw mdni, oral (f/receiving), unprotected, semi-public, light manhandling, size kink, etc.
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Your cheek is pressed into the cool leather, a pathetic line of drool pooling on the expensive material. You're a mess — a pink sheen of sweat already covering your forehead. With your ass raised high in the air, you're nothing but a desperate, debauched sight for him.
His big, rough hands are grasping your hips, turning you around to face him. His crimson eyes look down at you with frantic, unadulterated want.
“Haven’t even touched you yet and you're already arching for me,” Katsuki pants, running a hand down his face at the sight of you — luxury dress he bought for you pooled at your waist, your lacy panties leaving your cunt on full display.
He groans.
“The whole fucking time, all I could think about was dragging you out of that stupid gala. Had to stop myself from bending you over the nearest table and fucking you raw in front of all those extras,” he pants, eyes locked on your face, “Tch. Maybe then they'd get the goddamn hint and stop asking so many stupid questions."
You feel yourself clench around nothing but you’re too late to stop the pathetic, whiny moan that slips past your lips.
His mouth curls into a slow, wicked smirk.
“Naughty girl. You like that idea, don’t you?”
His hands are finally moving, but not to where you want him, not to where you need him. His fingers are rough but gentle, grazing over the waistband of your panties. He hovers there — not out of hesitation but because hes a smug fucking bastard.
"Look at you," he growls, his voice a low rasp against your ear. "All prim and proper for the cameras. Signing autographs and kissing babies. But I know what you really are. My little slut, getting her brains fucked out in the back of my car." He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the city lights outside. "You think any of those people out there have any idea? That the Number Three Hero is balls-deep in his pretty little thing right now? That he'd rather be here, buried in this tight pussy, than accepting an award?"
“Katsuki,” you pant, squirming under his body heat. Everything is one fire.
He has the audacity to laugh at your struggle. He leans over you, his breath hot on your neck, before slowly parting his lips and latching on to your skin.
The moan you let out is sinful. Pornographic. And it does something to Katsuki. Whatever lingering self restraint he had snapped at your whine.
He's pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. The other hand is tearing your expensive panties like they’re nothing—because why would he care? He’s got the cash to replace them. Hell, he could buy you the whole damn store. The tear of the fabric echoes through the car.
He tosses the scraps aside like they're trash, his eyes still locked on yours. His hands fly to your thighs, parting you for him. In a quick movement he's between your legs. He bites the fleshy part of your inner thigh before tongue darts across his bottom lip, lapping once at your wetness.
And shit.
You’re gone on the first touch — back arching, head thrown back. The pool of heat in your stomach tightens.
His eyelashes flutter as he looks up at you. In this moment, he is at your mercy. Pleasing you. Making sure you know just how much he loves you. But also, selfishly, he fucking loves the taste of you. If it were up to him, you would stay buried between your thighs all day.
Ridiculously shameful wet noises fill the car as he parts your folds, licking straight up your pussy.
The pleasure is overwhelming. You can’t help that way your legs begin to shake as he sucks your bud harshly. Your hands find their way to his hair unintentionally, pulling him closer to your pulsing heat.
“Katsuki, fuck baby,” you shudder, your vision blurring.
His tongue delves inside you and you can’t help the way your hips buck up against his face as he fucks you with his tongue.
He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath and you whimper at the loss of contact.
“Patience, princess,” he rasps against your thigh before diving back in.
His pace is slow but unrelenting as he alternates between licking and sucking your clit and tongue fucking you. He slips two fingers inside you and curls them up against that just right spot only he can find. You can feel your orgasm building as he continues.
“Cum for me baby,” he growls against you, “C’mon sweets.”
His pleading is all it takes for you to come undone on his tongue with a scream. The pleasure is searing, white hot and all-consuming. Your vision goes blurry as you see stars, your back arching off the bed as you buck your hips into his face, desperate for more of his tongue on your clit.
He licks you clean, your wetness still fresh on his lips, before crawling up your body and kissing you deeply.
“You taste fucking incredible,” he groans into your mouth. You can still feel the aftershocks of your orgasm as he kisses your forehead. “Feeling good my love?” he asks.
“Never better, Suki,” you pant, dazed.
With your confirmation, he lines himself up with your entrance. He teases his red, leaking tip against you.
“You sure you can handle this?” he teases, smirking. And for a second, you're not sure if you will be able to. God, he was fucking big.
The initial thrust is firm and deep. A fullness blooms low in your abdomen. You look down to where you are connected and groan. You’ve done this a million times, you know how he is built, but it still manages to surprise you. Only a part of his cock is buried inside you.
Holy shit, there’s still so much of him.
He pauses, holding himself against your opening, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him. When your shoulders relax, that shit eating grin creeps back over his face. He’s so warm against you it almost burns. And then he sinks into you in one unrelenting push.
A shudder ran through you both, and the sounds that followed were involuntary, untamed — a matching cry of pleasure as the feeling overwhelmed every nerve.
Your back arches off the seat like its instinct. It’s a pressure that borders on pain, but it’s good pain. A hot stretch that leaves you breathless and begging. He doesn’t give you a chance to beg before he starts to move. The retreat is slow, a torturous drag. You flutter pathetically around him, trying to keep him inside.
He chuckles, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrates through the car.
“Greedy little thing, aren’t ya?” he rasps, his hands rubbing your hips possessively.
Then he slams back in, hard and deep, the force of it stealing the air from your lungs. He sets a brutal, punishing pace. Each thrust leaves you whining.
“Katsuki… Suki,” you cry.
“Look at me,” he pants, his voice rough and sexy as fuck. It takes everything in you to force your eyes open, meeting his gaze. His face is flushed: cheeks hot, brown gleaning with sweat and his eyes — blown stupidly wide and glazed with lust.
One look at your fucked-out expression is all it takes to ignite a animalistic, unmatched hunger in his gaze. He looks like he's about to ruin you.
And he is.
“Thats it, my baby. Let me see you. Show me how good I make you feel”
His gaze drops, tracing the line of your body until it lands where you're connected. And there it is. A distinct, delicious bulge pressing against your lower stomach. It's a visible testament to his sheer size. To how deep he is inside you.
It's fucking obscene. And fucking perfect.
A guttural sound rumbles in his chest, something between a growl and a moan. He's mesmerized. Utterly obsessed. Slowly, almost reverently, he brings his hand to rest on your belly, his thumb pressing down right over the bulge. The pressure makes you gasp, head falling back.
“Feel how deep I am? Fucking filling you up,” he rasps.
Shifting angles, he hits that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyes.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. The coil in your gut is winding tighter and tighter.
Your noises get higher, more desperate.
“Come on,” he pants, his rhythm becoming erratic, his thrusts harder, more deliberate. “Come for me. I wanna feel you soak my fucking cock.”
He leans down, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck before he bites down, hard enough to mark you, to claim you. That’s all it takes. The sharp, possessive pain sends you flying over the edge. Your orgasm tears through you, violent and all-consuming. Your body arches, a strangled cry ripped from your throat as waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you trembling and boneless. Your vision whites out, and for a moment, all you can feel, all you know, is the overwhelming pleasure and the solid weight of the man still moving inside you.
He fucks you through it, his movements becoming sloppy as your walls clamp down on him. With a guttural groan, he buries himself to the hilt one last time, his whole body going rigid as he spills into you moaning.
He collapses against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breathing harsh and ragged in your ear. For a long moment, the only sounds are both your gasps for air and the frantic beating of your hearts.
He’s heavy, a solid, comforting weight pinning you down. He presses a soft kiss to the bite mark on your neck, a stark contrast to the brutal way he just fucked you.
“Told you you could handle it,” he murmurs, a smug, satisfied lilt in his voice. You can’t help but laugh, a breathless, shaky sound.
God, you love this bastard.