BNHA Oneshots

|| Katsuki Bakugou || NSFW || 2 ||

[[ Unedited ]][[ Female Reader Pronouns ]][[ NSFW: Smut Warning ]][[ Word count: 1322 ]][[ Kinktober day 19 - Public/Formal wear (It was only supposed to be one, but they got combined as I wrote) ]]

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      "Katsuki." You hissed through gritted teeth. "Now isn't the time or the place."

     "The fuck it ain't." He huffed back carelessly, and you groaned in frustration. Your eyes darted around the crowded room in nervousness. It felt like you were about to be caught any second, but apparently your husband, Katsuki, did no care.

     "Someone's going to notice!" You hissed and attempted to smack at the hand that was slowly sliding it's way up your thigh.

     "Let them see, I don't care." He grunted in response beside your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath wash over your skin. The two of you were stood at the bar in the large hall, Katsuki stood so close up behind you, his body was practically pinning yours against the bar.

      After much convincing, you'd managed to drag Katsuki to the reunion ball UA was throwing for all former students. He'd been completely against it at first, and even more so once he'd seen the dress you'd picked out for the night, but a flash of your puppy-dog eyes and he knew it was useless to try and protest against you.

     Currently, no one was trying to interact with either of you, but that didn't mean now was the time for Katsuki to be grabbing your inner thigh, sliding his hand higher and higher under the slit that ran up the side of your dress.

     "Katsuki!" You hissed in an attempt to scold him, not that he paid much mind to that.

      "What? You expect me to just keep my hands off of you when you look this damn good?" He purred into your ear, a lilt of a growl sending a shiver down your spine. The music continued blaring around the hall, the disco lights flashing across you both every now and then. Despite the many people around, it seemed like you were both in your own world, warm bodies pressed together.

     "Yes, I do." You muttered, feeling his palm kneading at the soft expanse of your thigh under your dress. You were lucky it was dark in the hall, and there was no one else around to look too closely. "There are so many people around!"

     "I don't care." Katsuki groaned, pressing his warm lips against the skin of your neck, and you sighed out softly. "I can't help myself."

      You murmured out something along the lines of 'wait until we get home', but Katsuki wasn't one for waiting. Granted, he wasn't really one for getting freaky in public, but hell, it was a special occasion after all and your thigh felt too soft and pleasant under his palm to stop now.

     His hand slid up further until his fingertips brushed where your leg joined to your hip, lightly ghosting over the fabric of your panties. Experimentally tracing his touch over your panties where a small wet spot was not forming (no thanks to him), he let out a deep, growling chuckle in response to your soft gasp.

     "Get turned on when there are so many people around, just like you said? I thought you wanted me to stop." Katuski's growling voice taunted in your ear, and your face only flushed deeper, eyes darting around nervously to remain alert – despite the now growing heat between your legs. "Such a naughty girl...~"

      "You're unbelievable- Ah!" You gasped breathily as his fingers easily found your clit through the thin underwear your wore, pressing down harshly on it for a moment. "You- You really expect me not to get excited when you have your hand up my dress."

     "Fair point, I know you can't ever resist me." You could practically hear the smugness in his voice, warm body still pressed against you from behind, free hand rested comfortably on your hip. "Watch out, princess. Looks like we may have company, better keep your cool."

     "Huh?" Your eyes snapped around frantically, locking onto exactly what he meant.

     Heading in your direction were three of your former classmates. Kaminari, Jirou, and Sero. You gulped but dare not smack at Katsuki's hand anymore, lest it draw attention to what was going on – you just hoped and prayed that it would be too dark for them to see how Katsuki's hand was somewhere it definitely should not be.

     "Hey! Baku-Bro!" Kaminari cheered as the three reached you, and you practically held your breath, offering a smile- even if it was rather forced in your current situation.

     "What's up, Dunce-Face?" Katsuki respnded, resting his chin on the crown of your head. Much to your horror, he continued his slow, careful movements against your covered slit, your face burning red.

     "Still with that nickname? It's been long enough." Jirou snickered, swirling around the colourful cocktail in her glass.

    "Shut up!" Kaminari snapped moodily, and there was another chorus of laughter, but you couldn't bring yourself to focus on it.

     You awkwardly coughed into the back of your hand to muffle the gasp that threatened to alter the others as Katsuki's fingers slyly slid under the material of your underwear to meet with your damp, heated folds.

     "Didn't expect to see you here, Bakugou!" Sero grinned, but you could barely look any of them in the eye as slowly but surely, two of Bakugou's long fingers curled up into your soaked heat.

     "Yeah." He responded gruffly, beginning to slowly slide his fingers in and out of your damp heat. Biting down on your lower lip was the only way you could keep yourself silenced, you were flabbergasted he would actually do something like this.

     "(Y/N) must be magic or something if she managed to drag you out here!" Kaminari commented, but you merely grabbed onto the bar to your side to steady yourself, Katsuki's fingers keeping their leisurely pace. You were too busy attempting to steel yourself, so you missed the look of bewilderment Sero shot you.

      "You could say that." Katuki responded with a gruff chuckle, brushing his thumb against your clit, to which you couldn't help but inhale a sharp breath.

     "Are you okay, (Y/N)?" Jirou questioned with a slightly raised eyebrow but it seemed she hadn't caught on, luck enough for you. Through the low light, she tilted her glass of fruity alcohol towards you with a slight laugh. "You must need more to drink, try a sip of this!"

     "I- I think I've actually had enough to drink tonight, thank you." You quickly shook your head, the deep pleasure between your legs made it hard to talk and remain composed, but you were trying your very best, face flushed.

    "Try it, (Y/N)." Katsuki purred in an unusually playful tone. "It's good."

     With a faint groan and no will to argue in a situation like this, you took the glass and took a sip tentatively. Katsuki plunged his fingers particularly deep inside of your core as you did so, and you groaned into the glass.

     "Good, right?" Jirou grinned, having totally misunderstood the signals.

     "Yeah..." You nodded, quickly handing her the glass back.

     "I can get you one, if you'd like." Jirou offered.

     "Actually." Sero cut in quickly "I think it's time we leave these two alone."

     The way Sero's eyes fearfully glanced downwards, following the path of Katsuki's arm told you that while Jirou and Kaminari may have been too drunk to notice anything was up, Sero was definitely still sharp enough.

     "But we just got over here." Kaminari protested, but Sero grabbed both Jirou and Kaminari by the elbows.

     "See ya guys!" He yelled out over the music, dragging the other two away quickly.

     The second they were out of ear-shot, you let out a loud whine. "Katsukiiii-"

     "Something wrong, Princess?" He chuckled beside your ear, though his fingers plunging into you began to pick up speed, you squirmed to remove him from your body.

     "We're going home." You hissed, pulling his hand away with a weak sigh, and began dragging him towards the exit. "Now."

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