Bakudeku Smut-shot ‼️

"Drunk in Lust"

So....~,This is for Emily-chan~!, I never forgot about your message, and how you mean so much to me ever since I made this book 🤗

This idea was by Emily-chan...(please comment 😅) (s)he was the one who supported me in this book when it came out.

Onto the story~!
I'll add abit of my idea and add in yours, so it's a mix, alright? But the concept will still be your idea, I'll just make it spicier, since the previous smut-shot was smutty 😖

🧡Yakuza leader Katsuki🧡
💚Striper / Pole dancer Izuku💚

Bottom!Deku
Top!Katsuki
(As always😂)

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He didn't expect to meet with this person in this kind of place. Hell, he didn't even consider meeting in this type of situation.

Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou was the person he loved,- even when he doesn't know what it meant when he was an infant-. Was here, standing in all his glory, sitting infront on the front stage, glaring daggers at him

He. Izuku Midoriya. Who was grinding at the cold pole before, now stopped his actions. The crowds were taking notice at his sudden stop, and started groaning loudly to let Izuku know they were disinterested in what he was doing.

He doesn't care, he can't hear them. His eyes we're trained to the blonde infront of him. This wasn't suppose to happen, he haven't seen him ever since he left highschool. Really. Does the Gods hate him?

He threw his feelings away when he realized that Katsuki doesn't want him in middle school. He locked it and hid it deep inside and to never let it out. To not be humiliated by Katsuki, and to not get caught.

But when he saw him again, this night, this time. His feelings busted out of their lock, found it's way in the center of his heart when they were deep inside it.

He can't take it, he was ashamed to just be infront of him, eyes laid upon him in just his outfit. Slutty at that, and it was Christmas themed. He wore a large hooded cape that draped over his body that was slowly slipping from it's hinges, beneath it, was a red crop top, ribbons tying the top infront, chest slightly visible in the crowd, white fuzzy fur that was stitched at the neckline of the top. With a skirt, mid thigh. Knee high stockings that connected together with a garter connected to his panties.
All which are colored red and white, with a bit of black.

Katsuki's gaze was intimidating, eyes scanning from head to toe while taking a sip from his beer slowly.

He wore a dark maroon suit, that was accommodated by a black pants.

His other leg was atop the other, elbows at the mini table beside him. His left cheek was laying at his knuckles. His hair was slick back but the spiky-ness was still there. His shoulders were bulging with muscles straining the suit he wore, his face was just-- handsome, that's all that could describe him right now.

Some waitresses flushed when they got near him, some tried to show their boobs, squeezed by their hands intentionally. Fluttering their lashes. Even the costumers tried getting his attention, they even tried grinding at him, he pushed them away harshly, at times he'll growl loudly or snarl at them.

Many was trying to gain his attention. But he won't even look them in the eye or acknowledge them, he even almost punched this one guy who had the guts to sit at his lap. He lost his view of Izuku and was livid, and punched the guy quietly and brushed his lap with his hands with a disgusted face, trying to remove the dirt the guy had on him.