helloooo! my name is skylar (sky). she/her pronouns, est timezone, twenty one beans of age.

i have been writing & lurking as kp in the bnha fandom for three years now. one day i will rettuuurrrnnn byeee

a/n: i definitely did not write this in 2019

tw: choking, spitting, degrading, female reader, 18+ content

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Bakugou Katsuki was the king of handsy, the jack of all trades, a mirror of physical eloquence and everything else the world was not ready for. The sexual tension between the two of you even before you were dating was so thick you could almost smell it, lingering like the thoughts of you that riddled his brain as he fisted himself between his sheets every single night.

Months later, he had you in his hands and in his bed, as well. Far too often you spent your free nights tangled between each other’s legs, blocking out the exhilarating world of Pro Hero work for something that riled you up in different ways.

“You’re a fucking brat.” Katsuki muttered against your lips, fighting for the chance to suck your bottom lip into his mouth greedily. While he was feisty, he was also controlled, managing to leave bruises and scars but never one clash of teeth. Clothes never lasted long between the two of you, so you took to the opportunity to rake your nails down his bare back while he struggled to win your mouth. He shivered at the sensation, allowing a low growl to spur deep from his chest as he shoved one knee between your legs and held you down by your captured hip.

Trying once more to evade his touch you arched your back, aiming to slide out towards the side, but one large hand around your neck stopped you in your tracks.

Before you could prepare even an undeserving gasp Katsuki squeezed down on either side of your scrag, catching the breath right from your lungs. Buds of unconscious feeling sprung from where his fingers gripped and bloomed up into floral trails to your brain that made even the darkest room spin. A small whimper fell from your lips and you felt his hardened cock twitch against your thigh as if he had been waiting. He kept you pinned down like this, hovering over you with the most animalistic, dangerous gleam in his eyes. His mouth was hanging open, his brows furrowed, and beads of sweat collected along his hairline before rolling down his temples to join the surface of sweat that surely coated every hardened patch of his build.

Katsuki was absolutely fucking convinced that never- in the entirety of his life- had he ever wanted to ravage someone more than he did now. You stared up with him with crazed eyes, drool dribbling down the side of your mouth as it hung open and silently begged for oxygen; you found yourself humping up onto his thigh as if begging for him to do something, anything, to increase this pleasure.