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This a good time? | Bakugou x Reader
You hold a knife up at Katsuki’s throat, narrowing your eyes at him. “Any last words?”
The menace smiles a wicked smile, “Is this a good time to mention that I have a knife kink?”
You halt at his words, brain malfunctioning for a second before your glare turns icy. “You can’t say that.” You huff out, lowering your knife from his throat as you feel your body being drawn closer to his.
You look up at him with a lustful gaze, cheeks red, legs weak and cunt getting wetter and wetter. “You can’t fucking say that.”
warning: knife play
Katsuki’s brows raise in surprise, a voice in his head screaming at him to finish you off. You have been the most sought after villain he’s ever encountered—death rates have soared and it took multiple agencies, including his, and months to track you down.
But why is it, that when you look at him with those eyes, his common sense leaves the room and the dark desires buried within him crawls out?
The hero has never been able to find anyone who was able to take as much as he wanted to give, as much as he wanted to do. He wants to stay professional—he has you cornered after all. Multiple police cars and top heroes are waiting outside the deserted building for his signal; his quirk.
Your eyes hold desperation and desire in them, as if you’ve been waiting, hoping for this opportunity as much as he has.
In a blink of an eye, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, spinning the two of you around as he slams your body onto the wall. He snatches your knife from your grasp, pressing it lightly against your stomach. He slowly trails it up your torso, slightly ripping your body suit.
“You look like you wanna get fucked silly, little villain.” He whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath and the low tone of his voice causing your legs to shake.
The knife travels up the base of your throat right below where his hand rests. His fingers dig at the sides of your neck, the pain causing your toes to curl from pleasure.
“If you want that, then you have to ask nicely.” His smile is so dark and sinister you feel like you’re getting drunk out of it. “Say, please fuck me Dynamite.”
Your pride has left the room the second he opened his damned mouth. “Please fuck me…” Your breath is shaky and tone whiny, “Dynamite.”
“How much do you wanna be fucked, doll?”
“So, so, so much.” You plead, pulling him closer by the loops of his pants, allowing you to grind yourself against his thigh. “Please, please…” You whisper, “Please fuck me.”
Katsuki is quiet for a moment as he stares into your eyes, as if he’s reading you, weighing just how much you want this. When he notices your eyes hold nothing but desperation and lust, he smirks as he draws the blade back, holding it up to his mouth to hold the blade by his lips.
He makes quick work of undoing his pants, allowing them to pool around his ankles. You pull yourself up by holding onto his shoulders, unable to resist squeezing the strong muscles under your palm as you wrap your legs around his waist.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble, pet.” Katsuki says, the second he takes the knife from his lips, pushing the blade against your chest.
“I’ll bring you to hell and back with me.” You whisper into his lips before attaching your own with his. The pro hero tastes sweet, his mouth hot and his tongue skilled. Your tongues dance languidly as you grind your clothed pussy on the head of his hard cock.
“Fuck,” Katsuki mutters into the kiss, bringing the knife downwards. You feel the blade pushing against the crotch area of your pants before Katsuki hooks the edge, allowing the manner to rip the material.
Is it uncomfortable for you not to wear any underwear underneath your villain suit?Absolutely.Do you give a fuck? No not one. Are you regretting it? Now? That makes you laugh. Absolutely not.
You move your hips, allowing Katsuki to sink inside your wet cunt. You moan into the kiss, despite having played with yourself before leaving the LOV headquarters, the size of him still has you stretched.
“Fuck you’re big.” You breathe into his lips, not wanting to let go of them as you rock your hips back and forth. Katsuki lets go of your neck, his hand gripping on your ass as his lips trail down the side of your neck. His hips begin to move and you feel as though you’re ascending into heaven.
Your eyes roll back as well as your head, soft moans leaving your mouth as you press the top of your head on the wall. The feeling of the cold edge of the blade pressed against your airway has you tightening around him.
Your sounds of pleasure are mixed with Katsuki’s grunts and low moans, filling the room. You’ve never experienced anything this euphoric, anything this heavenly. At the feeling of your orgasm approaching, Katsuki’s thrusts become faster, much deeper, which has your mind blanking.
He pushes the blade deeper onto your skin and you can’t help but feel it tearing slightly. That has you clenching down on him even more, causing Katsuki’s grunts to become louder, more frequent.
“You like that?” Katsuki breathes out, “You fucking like it when I cut you open?”
“More, more!” You moan, feeling your orgasm at arm’s length.
“Alright then.” Katsuki pulls the knife away and you hear it clatter on the floor a few feet to your left. “Cum for me, my sweet, sweet slut.” He commands before sinking his teeth onto your shoulder, your suit unable to protect your skin from breaking.
Your body shakes as the orgasm ripples through you, your mind blacking out and you mucles contracting before they release, limbs going limp. Warmth spreads inside of you and the last thing you hear is Katsuki’s deep breathing before your body eventually blacks out.
“Yeah, man. We’ll get her next time. Tell them to work harder on those CCTV footage. We probably missed something. She couldn’t have gone far. Yeah… Yeah. Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You know how many laws you’re breaking right now?” You rest your head on your palm, pouting when Katsuki turns around. You’ve been enjoying yourself just watching his back while he talked to Red Riot on the phone.
Katsuki flashes you his signature smirk before walking towards the bed. Your neck has been cleaned and bandaged up, ointment stinging your cuts, and fresh clothes wrap your body.
“I’ll deal with the consequences later.” He pushes you to your back so you’re properly laying on the soft mattress of his bed. Katsuki straddles you, pulling something out of his pocket.
The blade of your knife shines despite the dark room.
You smile, propping yourself on your elbows, “Then, let’s see how long later will last.”
