set him off! (k. bakugo x f!reader)
summary : your boyfriend is starting to go soft on you. luckily, you know exactly how to rile him up. 3.4k words requests : (i love angry katsuki god i would LOVE for him to rip my stockings) + (spitting in katsuki’s face to set him off would heal me) for nami ! cw : smut! , rough sex , choking , piv sex , face fucking , slapping/impact play , brat reader . brat/dom dynamics , alcohol , reader calls him daddy once , mean dom katsuki , reader spits in his face , reader flirts with denki for one line. just filth tbh. i did not proofread this work ngl. mdni
You were pissing Katsuki off. He typically classifies himself as someone who can handle you and handle you well. Whenever you get into one of your moods, all it takes is him kissing you once, hard and domineering, to get you to stop running your mouth. Usually, you'd sit back with a dopey smile, blissfully anticipating whatever he'd give you later that night.
Today, though… today.
He couldn't get through a conversation without a teasing remark from you. This isn't particularly out of the ordinary. On a typical day, the two of you would be able to go back and forth until you end up laughing. Today, though, it seems as though you were trying your hardest to get under his skin. And he'd be lying if he said it wasn't working.
He was really starting to gain a fucking headache from you at this point. Unfortunately for him, he could tell by the gleam in your eyes that you were nowhere near finished. So he braces himself.
You knew you were pissing him off. On his last leg, truly. The entire day, you'd been hitting spots you knew were a little sore. "I can open that for you, if you need me to." Was one of your favorites. He hadn't even tried to open the jar of peanut butter yet before your voice was carried through the kitchen. You could see the thoughts whirring in his mind before he exhaled a dry laugh to himself.
Another classic was the "Do you wish you were more athletic?" question you tossed out. There was no tease behind your tone, which made it even worse. But the nail in the coffin? Seeing the workout video Deku's publicist made him post on his social media as you asked. He had to walk away from that one.
So, yeah. Safe to say, you were putting your all into pissing him off. There wasn't any malicious intent behind it, truly. Honestly, you did get a sick kick out of the way that he looked when he was restraining himself from yelling at you. But that wasn't the point.
The point was that he had been so busy lately. With him going indie, his schedule filled up quickly. Whenever the two of you had time together, it was usually just eating before having to go to sleep and repeat it all the next day. And while your boyfriend would never leave you without sex, the time constraint and scheduled intimacy made it way less intriguing.
You needed your boyfriend again. Not the tired, stressed Katsuki: He needed an outlet to get rid of all that built-up tension, and you needed to be his outlet.
So when he tells you that the two of you were meeting up with your friends later that night, you knew you couldn't pass up on the opportunity. So you got ready and made sure you looked good. Short skirt that hugged you in all the right places, tight shirt with a low cut, and that sexy pair of tights that you knew Katsuki loved. And if you spent a little longer than you usually would've on your hair and makeup, no one could blame you. Not with the way Katsuki looked at you when you finally stepped out of the bathroom.
You nearly feel naked just from the way his eyes trail up and down your form, lingering on the intricate lace design that stretches around your thighs. "We're gonna be late," His voice sounds deeper, huskier. Honestly, you could probably get him to fold right now. But that wasn't fun enough. You wanted him to need it.
"Then we'd better hurry," You pressed a manicured hand against his chest as you walked out the door—his chest. You would never get tired of feeling it.
He doesn't respond, too busy staring at your ass as you walk down the hallway. He meets you in the foyer, watching you closely as you bend down to slip your shoes on. His gaze doesn't leave your figure as he puts his leather jacket on.
When you're in the passenger seat of his car, you can feel the heat of his palm at the top of your thigh. Your skirt rides up your legs, pushed up every time he runs his hand up and down. The tension in the air was so thick it felt like you could barely breathe. He thumbs at the lace ridges as his pinky finger inches closer to your core. You know he can feel it when you squeeze your thighs together; It shows in the smirk he has on his lips as he backs into a parking spot.
"Ready?" He asks, shutting off the car. You hum with a nod, pulling your skirt down your thighs as you exit his plush seats.
The group is already huddled around a table as the two of you walk up. A few cheers come from the heroes when you approach. Everyone catches up, laughs, and jeers, filling the bar. One drink turns to two, which turns to another round of shots. Kirishima orders you another drink when you aren't looking, as Mina makes you take a green tea shot. You were starting to let your inhibitions slip.
Katsuki was still holding his own, somehow able to tank more liquor than you could imagine. Probably because of all those muscles.
Slithering a hand up his bicep, now bare thanks to him taking off his jacket, you give it a firm squeeze. His eyes flitter to you, still listening to whatever story Kaminari is telling him about. He doesn't think too much about it.
Not enough of a reaction. You see your goal in mind once more as you slide your hand down to meet the muscle of his thigh. Thank God the tables were wide enough to hide whatever devious plan was forming in your head.
"And she slipped out of the tree! Thankfully, I was standing underneath her, but the news had a field day with that one." Kaminari shook his head, grinning into his glass. You were barely paying attention. Your finger trailed up and down your boyfriend's thigh, replicating his actions from the car.
"I saw the pictures, man! You were carrying her bridal style. Your fans must've gone crazy." Sero laughs, patting the blond on the back. Katsuki was looking ahead, nodding with the story. It was as though you weren't even touching him. Fine. You think. Have it your way.
Kaminari continues, talking about how viral the pictures got. The voices faded a bit as your hand got more adventurous, moving up to tease the edge of his dick through his black pants. He moves his hand, and for a minute, you think he's going to move you away. Instead, he uses your hand to grip him firmly, feeling how hard he is. You inhaled sharply.
The two guys across from you look at you, expecting you to say something. "S'cause you looked hot, Denks," Is what your tipsy, muddled brain came up with.
Katsuki straightens up beside you, hand sliding up yours to grip your wrist painfully instead.
Oh, fuck. Finally.
"Oh?" Kaminari laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "Little ol' me?" He turns the conversation into a joke, flexing dramatically.
You just giggle, poker-facing through Katsuki's death grip on your wrist. He waits until the attention is away from you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Yeah?" His voice sounded so deep and husky, you can't help but clench around nothing. You nod your head, a sweet smile still gracing your lips. "Finish your drink." He throws your wrist out of his grasp, turning to pick his own back up.
You leave shortly after that. Sero gives Katsuki a knowing smirk when he says goodbye. "Have fun," Sero calls your name out.
And, oh, you will. You made sure of it.
You don't even make it to the house before Katsuki's hands are back on you. He pushes you against the smooth of his car, caging you in. "What the fuck was that?"
"What?" You act coy. "I was just complimenting our dear friend." You grin at him.
He scoffs, leaning into your face. "You're going to get your ass in the car, and shut the fuck up until we get home."
"Am I?" You tilt your head at him.
His eyes flash something dangerous before he takes a step back. As much as he wants to put you in your place, he can't do much in public. He puts a hand on your back, basically pushing you around. From afar, it just looks like Dymamight's helping his girlfriend into the car. But they can't see the way his hand is slowly sliding down your back as he does.
He practically speeds home. Your shoes aren't even off yet when he pushes you against the door, chest down. "What's gotten into you, huh?" He nudges a knee between yours, pressing up into your wet cunt. He can feel the heat through the fabric of his pants. "Not givin' you enough attention? You had your hand on my dick as you flirted with my best friend?" It's as if talking about it reminds him how pissed he is, hand coming up to grip your throat. He uses the hold he has there to push you harder on his knee.
Your moans come out garbled from the tight grip of his hand. "No, no. Too early for you to sound that dumb, baby." He flips you around, hand still gripping your throat. "Speak clearly." He demands, his other hand roaming down your body. He grabs one of your tits in his big palm, massaging your nipple. "What's gotten into you?"
You grin, feeling nearly delirious. The liquor and the shortened oxygen supply meshed well with the murderous look your boyfriend was giving you. You just needed to hammer one final nail in the coffin. You use whatever strength you have to reel back and spit on the blond's face, choking out a "Fuck you." To really seal the deal.
His face wipes of all emotion as he gathers himself. He reaches up to wipe your saliva with his thumb, looking down at it, before his eyes snap back to you.
"You are so fucked." He growls out before setting into motion. He pushes his wet thumb back into your mouth, pressing deeper until he gags you. "You think this shit is funny?" He uses his grip on your throat as a handle to force you onto your knees. "Then let's laugh, yeah?" He unbuckles his belt, using the free leather to slap against your cheek. With an unzip, he's revealing himself.
He pushes your head against the hardwood behind you, taking away your breathing room. He squeezes your throat, harshly, enough to make you gasp for air. He doesn't miss his chance to push himself into your mouth. "Let me hear you laugh, baby!" His voice is joyous, teasing, and downright filthy.
You want to pull away, but the door directly behind your head stops you. "If you bite me, I swear to fucking God, you're gonna regret it." His voice is dark as he starts to ride your throat. It's like a flip switched. "Swallow." He demands at you. You're smart enough to listen.
He groans out a moan, body shuddering. "Again." You follow.
He wraps his fist in your hair, holding you against the door as he thrusts into the back of your throat. You focus all you can on breathing through your nose, eyes watering as he brutalizes your mouth.
"Is this all it took to get you to shut the fuck up?" He can't stop babbling, like he's high from the vision. He stares down at you, watching the spit bubble from the corners of your lips. A wicked smile takes over his face as he pushes even deeper, getting a sick thrill from watching the panic in your eyes. You smack against his thighs, feeling yourself get lightheaded.
He finally relents, freeing himself from your mouth. He steps back, grabbing you and manhandling you on your back. "Close, sweetheart, but not quite. You don't get to choose when you need to breathe. If I wanted you to stay just like that on my dick, I'd have you there all night."
He settles back on his legs, looking down at you. "Kats, please touch me," You finally beg, feeling how wet you were.
Rolling his eyes, he pulls you down by your hips. He always treats you like you weigh nothing. To be honest, you probably didn't — not to him. This man could level buildings on a whim if he chose to. And you're staring up at him, completely at his mercy.
"I think you've talked enough today." He rolls his eyes, leaning down to rip your pretty tights. You gasp, eyes widening. "Just be a good girl and shut your mouth."
"Katsuki! That's my favorite pair!" You whined out, hand coming out to smack him. He quickly intercepts it, holding it down harshly.
"Didn't I just tell you to shut the fuck up?" He finishes pulling off your shredded tights, shoving the wet fabric in your mouth. "Jesus, you're soaked. This wet from sucking my dick?" He laughs at you. Pulling down your panties, he sighs happily. "Been waiting for this cunt all fuckin' day."
He shoves your skirt up your hips, angling his head into your opening. "Are you gonna stop being a brat?" He questions, teasing his head into your hole.
"I don't know, are you gonna finally fuck me already?" You poke the bear, speech muffled around the fabric in your mouth.
He sighs, reeling his hand back. Your face is suddenly facing the other way, cheek turning a soft red from where he smacked you. "Try again."
You don't respond, wiggling your hips to try and catch his tip. "Baby." He warns. You still don't reply. He raises his hand again, smacking you harder this time.
"Yes!" Your scream turns into a moan at the feeling of the sting.
"Good girl. See? That was so easy, all you have to do is listen."
He eases his cock into you, wet enough from the day of teasing. He hikes your thighs up to your chest, putting all of his body weight onto you as he bullies the rest of his dick into your cunt.
You cry out at the feeling of being so full, he feels so fucking hard like this. Once he starts, he doesn't give you a minute to breathe. He pistons in and out of you, your body getting knocked back with the force. He feels so good, so deep. Your hands scramble for purchase on the floor. "No, no, no, baby." You get pulled back down, speared onto his dick as he yanks on you. "You don't get to run from this after begging for it all fucking day." His hand nestles back onto your throat. "You're gonna take it."
That's all you can do. You feel the way he massages your insides, battering into your G-spot as he pulls your thigh up closer to your chest. "Now apologize," He continues, thrusting into you, angling his dick to hit it just right.
You moan into the tights in your mouth, feeling all of your thoughts finally melting from your mind. You couldn't bring yourself to respond even if you wanted to. The tight grip on your throat and the feeling of his dick hitting it just right had you programmed to chase your orgasm.
Every thrust inside of you feels like euphoria, and the way he was staring down at you had your eyes glazing over. "Too far gone?" He asks, voice syrupy with mock sympathy.
All you can do is moan, eyes rolled back as he forces his body into overdrive, putting all his strength into hitting your sweet spot. He squeezes his hand, leaning into your ear. "Apologize. Apologize, or I'm gonna keep using this pussy all goddamn night, and you're not gonna come a single time."
You shake your head, feeling tears well up. You're so fucking close. "Don' sshta-" You whine, barely able to speak.
He laughs maniacally at your stupid expression. "Can't hear you, baby!" He teases.
You cry and moan, head dropping in defeat. "M sahhh-" He slips out of you, causing you to cry in frustration. His eyes glaze over, pupils darkened in lust as he stares at your fucked out, makeup-smeared face.
Without another word, he flips you onto your stomach, entering you from behind. "You're gonna apologize." His voice comes out in a deep whisper, as if he's bewitching you. "And then you're gonna cum on my dick." He annunciates his point with a thrust. "And then you're never going to do that again."
You nod your head, willing to agree to anything at this point, as long as it means you get to get rid of this building tension in your gut. He pulls your tights from your mouth, and you finally inhale air. "I'm sorry! I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry-" Your words melt together into moans. It's like he's reaching even deeper like this. "Daddy, I'm sorry- please. Just make me come, please, p-"
He cuts off your sentence, one hand coming up to squish your cheeks together. He pulls your head back, forcing you to make upside-down eye contact with him. "Rub your clit until you fucking cum, I wanna feel how wet you get, baby."
You nod, reaching an arm underneath you. The angle is awkward on your wrist, but you don't care; all that you can think about is the sweet release you've been chasing all day. "Please-" You whine out, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to pummel into your hips. Your fingers zero in on your clit as that rubber band in your pelvis gets tighter, and tighter, and oh, God, you're gonna cum so hard.
Katsuki reaches with his free hand to cup your tit, rubbing tight circles on your nipples. The sensation is too much, all at once, and you squeeze him so hard, you're worried you'll push him out. "Ka-ahhh!" Your voice breaks, feeling the dam finally rush open.
You hear a broken moan leave him as he continues fucking into you, chasing his orgasm. "Baby, you just made a mess, oh my God." His voice has a whining edge to it as he grips your hips, fucking you through the aftershocks of your peak. He bucks into you, riding it out until you whine from overstimulation.
His head rests against your back as he catches his breath, wincing as he pulls out of you. "You okay?" He asks, voice still husky.
All you can do is hum and nod in response. You can hear him zipping his pants back before feeling him scoop you up in his arms. "You did so good, baby," He presses a kiss into your hair as he walks you into your bathroom. "Took it like a champ."
Now that the sexual tension and alcohol have melted away, your mind is floating in bliss. You just nuzzle into his neck as he starts the water. He can do the rest of the thinking for tonight.
So he does. He bathes you, washing all of the fluids off your sore body. When he washes your hair, he pays extra attention to your scalp and temples, massaging out the impending headache before it has a chance to strike.
He isn't confused anymore. He needed this. And when he stares down at your blissful expression, he understands that you needed it, too. He cradles your body, now cleaned and moisturized, into your shared bed. And he doesn't lose his grip on you, even as you slip in and out of sleep.
Takeout was already on the way, and a cool water bottle was on your bedside table. He really should wake you so you can eat.
You're suddenly shifting in his grasp, nuzzling deeper into his chest. "I love you, Kats…" You mumble sleepily against his skin. He'll let you rest your eyes for now. You did enough.
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