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He cuts your train of thought, leaving a trail of kisses down your throat, making it hard for you to resist. You instinctively throw your head back, allowing him easier access - your body going against what your brain was telling you to do.

He chuckles, knowing that you've fallen into his persuasion. You huff in annoyance at his cockiness but choose not to retaliate.

The two of you have been dancing around each other for what seems like an eternity, ever since the first night you'd spent with him - the two of you drunk out of your minds, convincing yourselves that it was the only time that would ever happen, given your public images as pro heroes. And yet, no matter how hard you both tried to fight it, it was as though an invisible magnetic force kept drawing you back to each other, leading to where you found yourself today. You'd only left the mingling for one moment to freshen up, and somehow the bastard had followed you into the bathroom.

"Presumptuous? Haven't I already proven myself to you?"

You blush at his words, which take you back to the memory of the last time you both had done this.

He was infuriating, but unfortunately, he had every right to be.

"What if someone catches us?" you hiss, grabbing his hands, stopping his attempt at unzipping your dress. He rolls his eyes in frustration.

"See?" he says, jiggling the doorknob to the bathroom. "It's locked. What more do you want?"

"I'm just afraid that people are gonna notice we're gone."

"Which is why I said I'd get it done in five. Which, we'd be halfway through by now if it weren't for your whining."

"You're such a fucking pain."

He smirks. "Oh yeah? Then leave."

You stare at him. "What?"

He grins, curling his upper lip. "If you're so worried about us getting caught, and I'm such a pain to deal with, why're you wasting your ti-"

You grab his face, smashing your lips against his before he could continue any further, effectively shutting him up. The kiss is all tongue and teeth - clashing, messy, desperate.

You break away panting, starting to undo his tie. He watches you, impressed at the speed and dexterity at which you battle the piece of fabric. You swiftly undo the buttons of the white shirt he'd donned on, pulling it away to reveal his chest, scarred from years of defending the city. You run your hands along his skin and down his abs, teasingly, as you start to place kisses on his neck.

Bakugou is pleasantly surprised - he'd never seen you take charge like this. And he sure as hell wasn't gonna stop you.

You reach his pants, tugging at the belt that was restricting what you'd been longing for - wordlessly telling him to undo it himself. He stares at you for a beat before swiftly complying. You drop to your knees, pulling down the carefully ironed slacks to reveal the underwear he'd received from a brand deal a few weeks ago. One you had definitely not bought and stashed the photoshoot of.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, your sultry gaze causing his breath to hitch, before slowly pulling his boxer briefs down, causing his hardened cock to spring free. You stare at his flushed, weeping tip, marvelling at the effect you had on him.

"Well? We ain't got all day," Bakugou mutters. You glare at him through narrowed eyes.

"Ah, ah," you sing. "We're doing this on my rules, Dynamight."

You part your lips, never breaking eye contact, before taking him into your mouth, tantalisingly slowly. He lets out a huff, turning his head away and covering his lower face with his hand - not wanting his expression to betray his emotions.

You didn't need to see his face to know he was enjoying himself though, with how his hips started bucking forward involuntarily, making you smile. You start bobbing your head slowly before upping the pace. His breathing began to match your speed, getting faster and more erratic. It was impossible to fully take in his whole length without his tip bruising the back of your throat, so you settled for using your hand to stroke the rest that didn't fit. Clearly, it was working, as Katsuki's face becomes more and more flushed, and his attempts in hiding his soft gasps become more and more in vain. "Fuck," he grunts through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna-" is all the warning you get before warm ropes of his release fill your mouth while his moans fill your ears.

You lap up his mess with kitten licks along his length as he rides out his high. He pulls you up to meet him in a hungry kiss. He can taste himself on your lips, already turning him on again.

"So you think you can just do whatever the hell you want, hah?" he growls into the kiss.

You break away, smirking. "Seems like you enjoyed it."

He says nothing, instead lifting you up onto the bathroom counter, causing you to gasp lightly. You're at eye-level to him now, his darkened gaze taking your breath away.

"My turn, princess."

He unzips your dress, the feeling of his fingertips against your back erupting goosebumps on your skin. He pulls it down, revealing your lacy, see-through bra that practically left nothing to the imagination. He pauses, taking the sight of you in, before undoing the clasp, freeing your tits. He tosses it aside before trailing kisses down your sternum, teasingly. You whine, impatiently. "Katsuki..."

He looks up at you, chuckling. "No, baby. You got your way earlier. We're doing things my way now," is all he says before taking your breast into his mouth - stopping whatever retort you were about to answer with. You moan softly as his tongue swirls around your nipple, his fingers ensuring that the other isn't left uattended. He switches between both, sucking and playing with your tits until you're begging him to do something about the ever-growing wetness between your legs.

"So demanding," he mutters, before kneeling before you and spreading your thighs firmly. He looks so attractive, looking up at you as he bunches your dress up around your hips.

He licks a long stripe along your underwear, right against your slit - the friction causing you to whine in a mix of pleasure and frustration. You needed to feel him against you. Now.

“Alright, alright. Lift your hips for me, baby," he says finally, slowing pulling down your underwear and exposing your pretty pussy. He places kisses up your inner thigh, dragging out your desperation a little longer before, at long last, giving your aching, needy cunt the attention it so intensely had been craving. A moan escapes your lips as he works his tongue deftly, eyes never leaving yours.

Bakugou may not know your favourite colour, the last song you'd been listening to on repeat until you got sick of it or what your allergies were - but he sure knew exactly the way you liked to be eaten out.

And really, how important were the other stuff in comparison?

Your breathing grows faster as you felt yourself reaching your peak. "Don't stop- almost t-there-"

You could feel him smile against your pussy. "Wouldn't dream of it," he murmurs briefly - the movement of his lips causing you to shudder - before immediately returning his attention to your cunt. You feel the pressure in your lower stomach climbing and climbing - until you finally hit your release so hard you almost see stars.

When you finally come down from your high, Bakugou stands up, beginning to dress himself. "Enjoyed yourself?" he smirks. "Don't be so full of yourself, Bakugou. You said five minutes. That was like, twenty," you shoot back as you slip the straps of your dress back on.

He finally finishes tying his tie before leaning and whispering in your ear, "We can arrange that another time."

"Shut up. The others have definitely noticed we've been gone now," you mutter as you search the floor for your underwear.

"Looking for this?" you hear Bakugou ask smugly. You look up to see him dangling your panties from his finger. "Give that back, you prick!" you hiss, trying to grab it. He lifts it just out of reach.

"Nah, I think I'll keep it with me."

He pockets it and walks out, leaving you to fight back the blush creeping in due to his actions. "Asshole," you grumble under your breath, the smile on your face contradicting your words.