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What started as shy glances and stolen touches had turned into him openly jerking off to your panties, crawling into your bed at night, and waking you up with his fingers between your thighs. He was still sweet — still your doting roommate who made breakfast and folded your laundry — but when the hunger hit, he was becoming shameless about it.

And right now? He was fucking starving.

Choso crossed the kitchen in silence, coming up right behind you. Without saying a word, his hands grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants and panties in one swift motion and yanked them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles.

“Cho —!” you gasped, nearly dropping the spatula as cool air hit your bare ass and pussy.

He dropped to his knees immediately, big hands gripping your hips and pulling your ass back toward his face. No hesitation. No asking. Just pure, shameless need.

“Couldn’t wait,” he muttered, voice already hoarse and low. “Been thinking about this pussy all day… fuck, you smell so good, baby.”

He buried his face between your thighs from behind, tongue dragging hot and heavy through your folds in one long, greedy lick, a deep groan vibrating against your cunt as he tasted you, his hands spreading your ass cheeks wider so he could push his tongue deeper.

He was so fucking horny it was almost feral —lapping at your slick entrance like a man possessed, sucking noisily on your pussy lips before flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over your clit.

Your hands braced hard against the counter, breath hitching as pleasure shot through you. The stove was still on, food still sizzling, but Choso didn’t care, he pressed his face in harder, nose buried against your ass as he devoured you, tongue fucking into your tight hole before pulling back to suck messily on your clit.

“Choso… aaa- shit — I’m trying to cook,” you moaned, legs already shaking.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. “Keep cooking then,” he said breathlessly, sounding almost drunk. “I just need your cunt. Been so hard thinking about how wet you get for me…”

Then he was right back in, even more shameless than before, one of his hands slid between your thighs from the front, two thick fingers pushing into your dripping hole while his tongue worked your clit in fast, sloppy circles.

The wet, obscene sounds of him eating your pussy filled the kitchen — loud slurping, desperate moans, the squelch of his fingers pumping into your creamy cunt.

He was completely lost in it. Groaning and whimpering against your folds like your taste was the only thing keeping him alive, and his free hand gripped your ass hard, spreading you open wider as he buried his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking you with it while his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you.

Your thighs trembled, knees threatening to buckle as he ate you out like he was starving. He didn’t care that you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, didn’t care that dinner was still cooking. The lines between roommate and lover had blurred so much that Choso no longer tried to hide how badly he needed you.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your slick folds, voice muffled and drunk of your cunt. “So fucking wet already… all for me.”

He sucked your clit hard, fingers thrusting faster, completely addicted to the way your cunt clenched and dripped around him and you could feel how desperate he was — his shoulders tense, heavy breathing, the way his hips twitched like he was grinding his aching cock against nothing just from the taste of you.

Dinner was definitely going to burn tonight.

And Choso couldn’t give less of a fuck.

He was completely lost between your thighs, face buried deep in your dripping cunt as he ate you like a man starved. His tongue fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while his fingers rubbed messy circles on your swollen clit and he was so hard it hurt — his thick cock straining painfully against his shorts, leaking precum in a steady mess as he ground himself against nothing, desperate for any friction.

You tried to pretend for a little longer, one hand weakly pushing at his head while the other gripped the counter. “Cho… fuck — dinner’s gonna burn…”

But your body betrayed you, your hips kept rolling back against his tongue, chasing more of that delicious pressure... your pushing and pleadings grew weaker. Half-hearted, until finally you gave up completely.

You looked down at him — his flushed face shiny with your slick, dark brown eyes glazed with pure lust, black hair messy from your fingers and the words slipped out, needy and broken.

“Please… just fuck me.”

That was all it took.

Choso pulled back with a low, desperate groan, lips glistening. In one fluid motion he rose to his feet, towering over you as he grabbed your face and kissed you hard. The taste of your own pussy flooded your mouth as his tongue pushed past your lips, deep and claiming. His hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, sliding under your tank top to squeeze your breasts, then dropping to your thighs.

He broke the kiss only to spin you around and lift you onto the kitchen counter in one smooth move, knocking a few utensils aside with a clatter. Your sweatpants and panties were still tangled around one ankle as he spread your legs wide, stepping between them and yanking his shorts down just enough to free his cock.

His fat, flushed cock sprang out heavy and throbbing, the thick head already soaked with precum. It looked almost painfully hard, veins standing out along the thick shaft as it twitched in the air between you.

Choso didn’t waste another second.

He gripped the base of his cock and pressed the fat, leaking tip against your tight, dripping cunt, rubbing it up and down through your soaked folds, the heat of him made you whimper, your pussy clenching visibly around nothing as he coated himself in your slick.

“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he breathed, voice hoarse and shaky with need, his free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you even wider as he notched the blunt head right at your entrance. “Been aching for this pussy all day… can’t hold back anymore.”

With a deep groan, he pushed forward.

His thick cock stretched your tight cunt open slowly, inch by inch, the fat head popping inside followed by the heavy girth of his shaft. You both moaned at the same time — your walls fluttering and squeezing around the invasion as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his balls pressed tight against you.

Choso’s head fell forward against your shoulder, breathing ragged. “So tight… so fucking mhm— perfect,” he whimpered, hips twitching as he fought the urge to immediately start pounding into you and his hands gripped your waist harder, fingers digging into soft flesh as he savored the way your greedy little cunt hugged every inch of him.

He kissed you again, slower this time but just as hungry, swallowing your moans while he started rolling his hips — deep, grinding thrusts that made his cock drag against every sensitive spot inside you. The counter creaked under you with every movement, your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucked you right there in the kitchen, dinner long forgotten on the stove.

Choso was completely gone — shameless, needy, and so fucking horny for you that nothing else mattered.

Choso held you so tightly against him, arms wrapped around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away. His chest pressed flush to yours as he fucked you deep and slow on the kitchen counter, thick cock stretching your cunt with every heavy roll of his hips, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the small space — slick, filthy noises as your creamy pussy took every inch of him.

“Fuck… mngh —baby,” he whispered right against your lips, voice hoarse and trembling with raw need. “I can’t get enough of you… I think about this pussy all the time. Even when you’re just walking around the apartment… I get so hard.”

He kissed you between confessions, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he ground his cock deeper into your clenching heat. Your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him greedily, milking his thick length with every thrust, pulling him in like it never wanted to let go. The way you gripped him made him groan loudly into your mouth, hips stuttering for a moment before he pushed even deeper.

“I just want to hold you like this…” he confessed breathlessly, forehead pressed to yours, dark eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Keep you full of my cock all day. You feel so fucking good… so warm and tight around me.”

His arms tightened around your body, one hand sliding up your back under your tank top while the other gripped your ass, holding you steady as he fucked you with long, deep strokes. Every thrust dragged the fat head of his cock against that perfect spot inside you, making your walls spasm and gush around him.

Choso buried his face in your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin, leaving dark marks as he moaned against you. His hips never stopped moving — slow, grinding rolls that buried him to the hilt before pulling back just enough to slam in again. He was so needy, so desperate, like he couldn’t get close enough even while buried balls-deep inside you.

He tugged your tank top higher, exposing your tits, and immediately latched onto one, his mouth was hot and wet as he sucked on your nipple, tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he pulled it deeper into his mouth. He groaned loudly against your soft flesh, the vibration shooting straight to your clit as he fucked you harder, cock plunging deep into your clenching cunt.

“These tits… fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, switching to the other breast and sucking a fresh bruise into the soft curve. “So haah— pretty… I love sucking on them while I’m inside you.”

Your legs stayed locked around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as he held you tight and fucked you with pure desperation. Every deep thrust made your pussy flutter and squeeze, creamy slick dripping down his balls and onto the counter.

Choso kept whispering filthy confessions between moans, lips brushing yours, then your neck, then your tits again — completely lost in the feeling of holding you, fucking you, owning you in this moment.

He wasn’t rushing... he just wanted to stay buried inside your perfect cunt, holding you close while he sucked and kissed and confessed how badly he needed you. The dinner on the stove had long since been forgotten, the only heat in the kitchen now coming from the way your roommate fucked you like he’d die if he ever had to stop.

Choso kept fucking you with that deep, needy rhythm, arms wrapped tight around your body as he held you close on the kitchen counter, his thick cock plunged into your soaked cunt over and over, stretching you open so perfectly while your walls fluttered and clenched around him.

The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking every inch echoed between you — slick and creamy, dripping down his balls with every thrust.

He sucked harder on your tits, leaving fresh bruises along the soft curves as his hips snapped forward, driving himself impossibly deeper and our moans grew louder, breathier, thighs shaking around his waist as the pressure built fast and overwhelming.

Then it happened.

Your pussy suddenly gushed around his cock, squirting messily as your orgasm crashed through you. Clear fluid sprayed against his pelvis and dripped down his shaft, soaking everything between you. Choso’s eyes widened, a broken, grateful moan tearing from his throat as he watched it happen.

“Fuck — ngh-haah baby… you’re squirting,” he groaned, voice wrecked with awe. “So pretty… so fucking pretty. I always hope you’d do that for me every. Single. Time… god, look at you.”

He didn’t stop thrusting, fucking you through the squirt with deep, loving strokes, savoring every pulse and flutter of your cunt. The sight of your pussy gushing around his cock made his own orgasm rush forward fast. With a low, desperate whimper of your name, Choso buried himself to the hilt and came hard.

Thick, sappy ropes of cum flooded your cunt, filling you up until it was leaking out around his cock in warm, creamy streams. He kept rolling his hips slowly, fucking his cum deeper into you even as he softened, completely lost in the bliss of staying inside your warm, pulsing heat.

Even after you both came, he didn’t pull out, just held you tighter, rocking gently into you with slow, lazy thrusts, savoring the wet, messy slide of his cum mixing with your slick. His mouth moved lovingly over your kiss-bitten tits, sucking softly on your nipples while his eyes drifted down to your stomach.

He couldn’t stop staring — imagining your belly round and full with his child, imagining fucking you just like this for months until it happened. The thought made his cock twitch inside you again, even spent.

He was so deep in that fantasy, eyes hazy and focused on your body, that he didn’t even register you speaking at first.

“Cho… the stove,” you breathed, still dazed from your orgasm. “Baby, turn it off…”

You reached up, gently cupping his cheek with your palm, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. That soft touch finally pulled him back. His eyes refocused on your face — on how pretty you looked with swollen lips and that fond smile.

“Hm?” he blinked slowly.

“The stove,” you repeated softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s burning.”

“Shit —”

Choso quickly reached over and turned the burner off. The pan was a total loss — whatever you’d been cooking was now blackened and crisped beyond saving. He winced, but you just laughed, the sound light and warm.

He carefully helped you down from the counter, his hands gentle on your waist. As your feet touched the floor, a thick glob of his cum leaked out of your pussy and slowly trickled down your inner thigh. The sight made him bite his lip, a shy little flush returning to his cheeks.

You glanced down at the mess, then back up at him with a playful grin. “What got you so lost just now, huh?”

Choso looked away, suddenly bashful again, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… nothing,” he mumbled, voice quiet and sweet.

You raised an eyebrow, still smiling as you pulled your panties and sweatpants back up, feeling his warm cum continue to leak into the fabric. “Mhm. Well… guess I have to start dinner all over again now, thanks to you.”

He stepped closer immediately, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, already doting again.

“I’ll help,” he whispered against your skin, still shy but so obviously happy. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. Promise.”

Even as he said it, his hand drifted down to rest gently over your lower belly, that secret little fantasy still flickering behind his dark eyes.

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he kissed her softly to catch her breath before drawing his hips back and driving right back in with a deep, unhurried stroke that made her back arch off the mattress.

a moan spilled from her lips as her fingers tried to curl into his, though he kept her hands firmly pinned against the pillow.

"fucking missed you." he groaned, setting a deep pace that maximized every bit of friction until she was trembling beneath him. "spent the whole week out of my mind because we left things messed up."

another deep, heavy push pulled a breathless whimper from her. katsuki caught the sound with his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before pulling back just enough to look at her again. his eyes were dark and intense—entirely consumed by her.

"i get in my head." he went on, his hips moving forward in a steady rhythm as his words vibrated against her chest. "get pissed off at work, take it home.. shouldn't have shut you out. look at me, y/n."

she forced her eyes open, blinking through the haze of pleasure as he hit a spot that made her whine. "m'listening.." she whispered, her voice strained as she tried to handle the overwhelming depth of each slow stroke he delivered.

"yeah.." he muttered, his expression softening with possessive warmth as he continued to murmur between deep, perfect thrusts. "nowhere else i'd rather be. we're fixing this. right here."

you’re still pissed. imagining him flirting with her. he barely even flirts with you!!!! well he does compliment you a lot, clear with his intentions, he does flirt outside of his workplace in that blunt way that makes you wonder if he meant that how you thought. he always does end up meaning it that way.

how many of your clients do you sleep with?

you swear it’s not coming from insecurity… well just a little. curiosity mostly, evil green curiosity imagining him and the girl with abs having sex on his comfy memory foam mattress in his apartment in the city.

You

But you’re not my client anymore so none now

you want to go back inside the gym where you know he’s sitting in that stupid wheely chair in the office probably laughing at your messages when he’s supposed to making meal plans.

Tell me what’s going on

Have you left yet?

should you tell him the truth? fuck it.

i’m in my car in the car park

you think he’s given up on you. deemed you too much and annoying. he’s only taken you out to eat a few times, invited you to a fancy private gym sauna, slept with you once. it’s not like you’re in a relationship. but he did say he liked you then cut you off from working with him.

four minutes thirty two seconds after your text and you get a knock on your passenger window.

“oh,” you mumble to yourself. you weren’t expecting him to come out to find you but after everything you know about him, you should have. he’s tall enough that you just get his chest in view until he leans down to look at you blankly through the window.

he’s so sexy it hurts. you blink away the memory of him less than a week ago, how your personal trainer had sex with you like he was making love. long deep strokes inside of you. massaging your hips with every thrust. all with stamina that allowed you both to go on for multiple rounds with meant multiple orgasms in multiple positions. you don’t think you can even look him in the eye.

you reach over to unlock your car door with a dramatic huff, watch as the large muscled man, donned in his typical black loose muscle tank and black shorts slides into your seat.

he looks gigantic in your little car, his elbows touching the window and your gear stick. the smell of him, this sweet rustic smell overwhelms your cotton air freshener hanging on your mirror. you can barely think straight.

“you good?” he says, all his words straight from his gut, a bit scratchy like he was shouting earlier. katsuki scratches his head, flickers his eyes over your body. tense with your arms crossed.

bakugou katsuki hasn’t liked a woman romantically in years. it’s never been a problem for him considering he wasn’t too fussed for a relationship and if he wanted sex, well, he knew women wanted to have sex with him. he has work emails stating this. but since he never came across women he wanted, he was pretty weak on his flirting and assuming skills when it came to them. or specifically when it came to you. you who was always chatty and bubbly in your pt sessions. chatting his ear off to get out of a set, who asks him loads of questions just to find out if he has any siblings (no) and if he went to university (yes) and how exactly is he qualified. so he has no clue what to do with you like this. he could feel it through the one word answer.

pursed lips, crossed arms. you’ve got your big ass water bottle between your legs, the one he unscrewed the lid of and drank from after you had sex at his apartment.

bakugou katsuki wants you. he admitted he had feelings for you when he cut off the pt contract.

you good? no you’re not.

“i’m pissed off with you, katsuki.” you grunt, staring out your window. a woman walks past, you like her lilac gym set. “really pissed off.”

bakugou’s heart leaps in his chest. do you not want him anymore? fuck. he sits up straighter, tries to turn to face you but there’s not much space in your car to do that. he ends up with the seatbelt digging in his back.

“what did i do? i didn’t mean it.”

you finally look over to him. how dynamics have changed with you both. it was once you trying to learn a thing or two about him while he tactfully ignored every attempt for you to get to know him. strictly professional! to him slowly opening up about his life, spending private time together and now he’s about to drag answers from you.

he looks like a desperate puppy. thinking about putting his hand on your bare thigh in your little shorts and deciding not to. tiny pout on his lips, his usual half lidded eyes are wider trying to take in as much as he can from your behaviours.

“you didn’t even say hi to me, no hello no anything. and… and i’m still not over you cancelling our sessions to then replace me, at our exact time, with someone else! you’ve replaced me!” you fling your arms up in the air exasperated, “how am i to know you won’t seduce her, the way you seduced me? everyone knows you’re attractive, she’s going to be all over you and she doesn’t even need a pt! she looks great!”

bakugou doesn’t mean to, he swears he doesn’t, but the corner of his lips quirks up in a smile.

“baby,” he starts which only makes your head snap to him. he called you that when you kissed for the first time, when you were pushing him onto his bed and dragging your sports bra off.

“don’t baby me right now,” you wag your finger at him.

he holds his hands up in defence, bows his head slightly with a grin.

“yn, sweetheart,” he opts for instead, in this honey silk growl that makes you press your thighs together. it’s so over for you. “i can’t stop my session with another client to go and say hi to you. i would have had to cross the room to do that. it’s not fair.”

you know he’s right. you hate how he’s talking to you softly, like you’re a tender open wound in need of being plastered up. you wanna crawl into his lap as he kisses down your neck.

“if you didn’t run off, i would have grabbed ya and fixed your posture on the lat pulldown.”

“my posture was fine!” your biceps hurt instead of your lats, you definitely had the wrong posture.

bakugou is sneaky, finally sliding his hand onto your thigh, large hand able to grip your whole leg and then some. he does a light squeeze, then leans over to kiss the corner of your jaw. immediately you soften, laying back on your car seat instead of upright like a pin.

“okay, baby. we’ll work on that next time though.”

you look over at him and he slowly nods at you which gets you nodding back hypnotised.

“you weren’t replaced. could never replace you. nobody can chat my ear off like you or threaten to leave the buildin’ if i make them do one more rep. nobody is like you, which makes my job real fuckin’ boring right now.” he half laughs and your body warms up, “got a new client though.”

that’s when you grimace again.

“you’re going to seduce her—,”

“baby—,”

“like you seduced me!”

bakugou wants to drag you into his lap, hug you to him, squeeze you and kiss your neck. it’s probably best he doesn’t in his work car park.

“you need a bigger car, or we should be chattin’ in my car. i’ve got blacked out windows so i can touch you.” he squeezes your thigh, then rubs his thumb over your skin.

he’s trying to distract you, get you fuzzy headed so he doesn’t have to answer your question.

“nobody is doing any seducin’. people don’t even use that fuckin’ word anymore but if they did they’d know you seduced me.”

you gasp, “no i didn’t!”

bakugou scoffs, “you wouldn’t brush your ass against me when you’d get up on purpose? there was one day where you doing these sweet fuckin’ moans after every rep—,” “you tripled my reps that day!” “— another where you wore these little shorts with the scrunched fabric at your ass and asked me how they looked. the fuck you wanted me to say?”

he smirks over at you, fingers grabby now, eager to get more of you in his hands. he slides you around so your back is against your window, your feet in his lap. his hands are on your calves, your thighs.

“so fuckin’ curious all the time. asking me questions about everything. making me forget that we were going over our forty second rest and just fuckin’ up the whole goddamn workout.”

your arms are back crossed over your chest. “fine, i get it. i was a terrible client.”

“that’s not what i’m sayin’. i’m sayin’ i like you, i told you i like you. i’ve been takin’ you out but when i have time i’ll do a date for us. nothing gym related. especially since last time i really had you…,” on your back, on your knees, in his lap, “it wasn’t… wasn’t romantic like i wanted.”

you tilt your head confused, “you didn’t enjoy it?”

it was definitely rushed at the beginning, after going out to get noodles after a session, going back to his and unable to get your hands off each other. if anything it was a long time coming.

bakugou’s eyes widen, “what, no! i loved it. i’ve been thinkin’ about it everyday since. i just wanna be good for you, treat you how you deserve.”

that gets you laughing, “i think i deserved three hour sex with so many orgasms i lost count but if you want to add in a massage and rose petals that’s okay with me. i don’t mind.”

bakugou stares at you for a moment, your playful bite to your lip, how your fingers play with your dainty necklace. “i’ll give you a massage next time,” he nods, “i’ll hold off on the rose petals, i’m new to this all.”

“dating?”

“having a goddamn crush.” he sighs, looking out the window. “and to set it straight. i don’t flirt with my clients, i don’t fuck them either, that’s why i had to stop our contract. you don’t need to worry about me fuckin’ around.”

you nod slowly, with all the stories you’ve heard about men, your previous relationships, your friends ones, everything goes silent in your head. you believe him. “okay.”

“is that a normal okay or you’re still pissed off okay?”

“a i believe you okay.”

“good,” bakugou smiles, a cute slow boyish one that shows off his canines. you wanna kiss all over his face. that scar across his cheek, his slightly crooked nose, his pretty pink lips.

“are you sure we can’t have any sessions? i miss them.” you whine, reaching over to grab his hand and yank him to you.

in any other headspace he’d stop this much contact so close to his workplace, he’s all over you right now.

“baby—,”

“i’ll be on my best behaviour if you are.”

“i’m not havin’ you pay me.”

“perks of fucking your pt,” you grin and bakugou has to close his eyes for a second to stop himself getting hard.

“it will have to be new timings. basically after hours, like us going to the gym as…”

a couple? friends?

“as two people that know each other somewhat personally?” you giggle and bakugou presses his palm onto your bare waist beneath your sports bra.

he presses a kiss to your cleavage, then gives you a nibble that has you pushing his head off you.

“i’ll make you my girlfriend. i want it in good timin’,” he breathes.

your eyes widen as you inhale sharply, “you’re so forward.”

bakugou shrugs, “am i not supposed to say what i think?”

you’re all flustered, heat rising from your toes to the top of your head. you want to take him home, strip him naked. you want to make him a grilled cheese and watch him eat it. you want him to recite his childhood to you from age zero to age sixteen. then sixteen to now.

“you should keep doing it.”

“i’ll send you times when i’m free, we can keep it twice a week still and i can still make you a meal plan and routines. just like before.”

you smile, “but this time you’ll actually touch my waist and flirt back with me? i’ll get unprofessional katsuki.”

“you’ll only be gettin’ unprofessional me now. we’ll be off the clock.”

he inches closer to your face, closer, then a centimetre more before you grab the back of his head and press his lips onto yours. you tilt your led to the left while he goes right, a soft easy smooch that becomes open mouths. his tongue against yours, swirling with a comfortable rhythm you’ve only ever found with him. it’s good, better than good, delicious. especially when his grip on your body gets rougher, on your lips, pulling you closer and closer to him, until you’ve got your hand on your car window, knees up like an awkward spider.

“as much as i’d love to fuck you in your workplace car park, there is no room in my car because of your massive thighs and biceps and shoulders,” you breathe.

you watch as he throws his head back on your car seat and looks down at you with half lidded eyes. he grabs your hand and rests it over his hard cock. what you’d do to see it again, feel it again.

“this is how you had me every fuckin’ session,” he drawls and your sigh comes out high pitched, weak.

“you never made it easy for me. i’d…” you trail off, breathing heavier all of a sudden.

“you’d what?”

it’s like he knows what you’re going to say, kissing under your ear lobe. thank fuck for all those stretches he makes you do because you would not be able to straddle his lap like this a few months ago.

“go home, undress and touch myself to you.”

“fuck,” bakugou drops his head onto your shoulder, presses your hand onto his crotch. his next words are a whine, deep and growly, “let me make you come here.”

it’s the first time you’ve had the clearer head out of the two of you.

“another pt or a client could see us! you can’t,” you say but still, in the privacy of your car, it feels like the outside world doesn’t exist. you kiss his neck, a few pecks before making out with a spot that gets him groaning.

“fuck, baby. okay we gotta stop. i also gotta go back to work. fuck… let’s go to mine or yours, whatever.”

“you need to drive your own car,” you giggle pulling off to look at him properly. he looks incredibly needy, staring at your lips, hands stroking up and down your waist. he even adjusts your hips so you feel him between your legs.

“damn.” he utters, “you’re drivin’ me insane. i need a minute.”

he plops you back into your seat, looks around out the windows.

“if it’s any consolation, i’m wet too. if that wasn’t obvious. practically soaked right now.”

“that doesn’t help my cock.”

you reach over to rest your hand over him again but bakugou grabs your wrist.

“okay, i’m gonna grab my shit from inside and i’m gonna get in my car and follow you to yours. wanna see your bedroom.” he bites down so hard on this bottom lip, “wanna see where you were touchin’ your pussy thinkin’ about me.”

“katsuki,” you whisper.

he darts his head to you, a man way too horny to be cognitive right now, “sound like a plan, baby?”