car sex w katsuki :fingeronchin:... it's after an argument, probably party girl reader or something. he's annoyed with her because she's not as careful as she should be so he has to show her how much he cares because he doesn't know what he'll do if something happens to her. but that shit isn't soft at all, he is fucking her HARDD
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oh you talkin bout innittttttt
more blurby than full fic tbh but enjoy <3
katsuki is plenty familiar with your bimbo ass, and though he's not necessarily happy to do it, he'll accompany you to clubs and parties and events to play bodyguard. it's easy to get him riled up— everyone knows that— but he tries to let you have your fun.
you. not some random guy who thinks it's cool to shimmy in behind you on the dance floor.
this asshole thinks he's so fly, sauntering up and putting his elbows up with his hands behind his head, swaying alongside your body. and the only thing that peeves katsuki more than the fact that this bum isn't even on beat, is the fact that you're so friendly and open that you continue to dance with him even after noticing. you turn around at least so you face the guy instead of having your back to him, but instead of telling him off, you laugh, gesturing playfully as you do a fun little two step to the music vibrating the floor. you're still mindful to keep some distance, and you have your girlfriends having a good time beside you who you know are looking out for you, but you came out to have fun, and that's what you're going to do.
katsuki is not a fan.
you're careless. you don't think. and yes, katsuki loves to feel like he's protecting you, because he's a guy, but would it be so hard for you to help him have a little more faith?
you can feel it when his hand is around your wrist instead of your hand, pulling you out to the car to head home after you blindly take a drink from this guy with thanks. "stupid," he grumbles insults under his breath, some towards you but honestly most toward that dickhead who he ended up throwing the offered drink on. he opens the back door of his car and hauls your stupid ass in before getting in the driver's seat and you guys honestly don't make it very far. you keep whining in the back, clumsy hands reaching for your man in the front.
"heyyy, why you all the way over thereee," you bitch, finding his arm. "mm... are you mad at meee...?"
he's not sure if mad is the feeling, but whatever feeling it is, he pulls into an empty lot to get you familiar with it.
"you... you piss me off..." he mutters to you while you squirm in front of him— he's joined you in the back, car turned off so the stir of the engine couldn't mask the wet sounds from your pussy as he steadily pumped two fingers inside you. "you know i hate going out to clubs like that. but i keep doin' it 'cause i love ya, and someone's gotta look out for ya."
he slows the rhythm of his wrist to curl his fingers deeper, feeling you squeeze and letting it fuel him. "every time, 'nothin's personal'... you're just... you're reckless. can be stone cold sober and you still don't consider the dangers out there at all... no instinct... gotta make it my job. fuck, you're stupid..." his thumb lands on your clit, pressure just right. "but i guess i love takin' care of you, so the joke's still on me."
"k-kats— mmf, more!"
"yeah, i bet you do want more."
when he's finally convinced you deserve it (jk he caved bc he wanted to #easyahh) and he slides his cock into you, he sighs almost with relief. the perfect feeling of you is a nice reminder that this is his. he can't bring himself to be nice about it, slamming into you as soon as you're adapted over and over, feeling his tip bully the spongy spot inside you repeatedly.
"you've gotta be smarter... fuck, baby, jus' be smarter, please... i can't... ngh, fuck... i can't stand the idea of somethin' happening to you, y'know..."
you mewl. "i-i'm sorry!"
"don't be sorry... mm, be careful."
he cradles your head with one hand to smash your lips together, his other hand cupping under your body to push you together as he continues to fuck you deep in the sleek backseat of his car. "my baby..." he pants, listening to your sounds closely, heart swelling with pride as you clearly enjoy yourself.
when you cum, he laughs mockingly against your lips, even as he follows in quick succession. "fuck, yeah... that's it, sweetheart. there's my girl. there's my lil' dumbass girl."
"katsukiii..." you whine with a pout at his insults.
"oh, hush." he kisses you again, still hard and very much not done making sure his message is understood...
sorry i wrote this overly quick i'm tryna ball out before izuku's birthday tomorrow cause i'll be too busy getting my shit beaten down all day and i've already gone too long without posting as it is /hj