You hated him and he hated you.
Match made in heaven.
You definitely wouldn’t have chosen to work at his agency if it hadn’t been the only place to ask you.
Your hands had kinda been tied in that case.
Why had he even asked for you to work with him anyway?! It didn’t make any sense.
You determined that you would keep the hell away from him but that only lasted one day and, annoyingly, you found it harder and harder to keep your distance, always somehow being drawn to him.
“Oi, pissweak,” Bakugou called out to you, using your very endearing nickname (not), “you need to work on your holds. That villain would have gotten away if it weren’t for me.”
“Oh, of course, your highness,” you replied sarcastically with an eyeroll, “do I need to bow to you as well?”
Bakugou’s face scrunched into a scowl and he growled into his throat- something he did that always made you hard. WHY THOUGH?!
Angrily, you spun away and walked off as quickly as you could, straight to the toilets… to take care of yourself.
It had always bugged you that the more he pissed you off, the more turned on you would get.
Slamming the bathroom door open, you marched into one of the stalls there and closed the door then unzipped your pants and cupped your balls through the soft fabric of your boxers, fingers wiggling and tapping underneath them as your cock grew to full length and pushed its way out of the top of your underwear.
“Fuck!” you growled internally, “I really need to sort my shit out then get back out there.”
Tugging your boxers down, along with your tight hero pants, you used one hand to grip your shaft and shift the skin back and forth to rub yourself, while your other hand massaged your balls and that delicious spot between your balls and anus.
“Do I have time to finger fuck myself?” You wondered as you slipped your hand up over the head of your cock and twisted it around.
Your head rolled back against the cold tiled bathroom stall and you sank your teeth into you bottom lip as you teased your tip with your now slippery fingers.
“Damn that feels good…”
Your hands worked on your different parts, up and down your shaft, and around under your balls, making you forget where you were as your mind pulled up images of Bakugou’s perfect figure and that thin ass waist- the perfect size for you to wrap your hands around and bend him over so you could own that smug son of a bitch.
The more you thought about pounding into his tight ass hole, the faster your hand worked, until you were well and truly beating your meat.
Just then the door to the bathroom slammed open and you jumped violently.
“Oi! Shithead, you in here? We got a debrief,” Bakugou’s coarse voice called into the echoing bathroom.
You froze, heart pounding in your chest and dick throbbing in hand.
“Shit, shit, shit… do I just not say anything?”
“Fucker. I can see your shoes,” Bakugou growled again.
You looked down.
You heard him walk into the bathroom towards your stall and you quickly tried to pull your pants up to hide yourself but Bakugou had zero bathroom etiquette and blew the door off the hinges into your stall, leaving you standing there with a raging hard on and a shocked look on your face with one arm up to protect your face from the flying debris and the other hand clutching around your rigid dick.
Bakugou’s eyes shot straight to your dick and you tried to turn away to hide yourself and your embarrassing situation, but he wasn’t gonna deal with any of this quietly.
“What the hell are you doing in here having a self fuck, ha?!” The blond snapped.
“Fuck off, man!” you yelled, still trying to pack yourself away but him having caught you and yelling at you, was making your dick harder and you couldn’t dissipate the feeling.
“Well?!” Bakugou growled, “you gonna finish now? Or sort yourself out later?”
“The fuck?!” you snapped back at him, “I don’t have to answer that. Get the fuck out.”
“Who is it?” he then asked gruffly, gesturing to your aching dick, “who’s got you hard?”
“Ha?!” you exploded, “I said, get the fuck out! This conversation is over!”
“Who is it?!” Bakugou demanded, grabbing your wrist and slamming you back first up against the wall with your hand up by your head.
“Why do you even care?!” you bit back, “let me go… asshole.” Your eyes averted and you closed them, the embarrassment taking over you.
Bakugou felt like he had overstepped the line at that point and let you go but you still couldn’t ‘wind down’.
“Tch,” Bakugou finally clicked with annoyance, “come into the next stall.”
“Just hurry up,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of your broken stall and into the next one which was a little bigger.
In you stepped.
Door closed behind you both.
Bakugou stood facing you with one hand beside your head, his crimson eyes boring it yours, while your raging hard on still pushing out between the zipper teeth.
“I’ll finish you off,” he said lowly.
“Ha?!” you spluttered.
“Don’t ‘ha’ me, hard dick, I’m not the one standing in the bathroom with my cock leaking pre-cum all over the place,” Bakugou growled, gesturing to your cock that was indeed dripping pre-cum down your shaft.
“What are you gonna do?” you asked.
“Suck you,” Bakugou said.
He absolutely meant it. You could tell.
The look on your face was priceless.
In one movement the blond hero was on his knees, facing your dick and you couldn’t believe your eyes.
Was he actually going to suck you off?
He leaned in and took the head of your cock between his soft lips and swirled his tongue around the tip before pushing you into his mouth.
“Holy shit, this is happening!” you gasped as you smacked both hands against the wall behind you.
Surprised that Bakugou was so good at this, you watched him work, bobbing his head up and down your shaft, his hot mouth sending you into orbit it felt so good.
“Shit,” you grunted audibly as he pushed you into his throat.
“I can get you off better than anyone else,” Bakugou gloated as he pulled back for air.
The absolute annoyance at his smart mouth made you flare up.
“How about I fuck that ass of yours then? Are you better at taking it in the ass?” you jeered.
“Find out,” he replied with a smirk and stood up and turned around then dropped his pants and boxers.
Oh what a sight. Bakugou had a perfect ass in his hero jeans, so you expected it to look as perfect out of hero jeans… but you never thought you would get the chance to see it in the raw- but here you were.
Using spit, and your already saliva coated cock, you finally got your dick sheathed in his ass, rocking back and forth as you held onto him with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip.
“Yes,” you growled, fucking his perfect ass while slapping his ass cheek, punishing him for all the times he got you angry and horny at work, “this is what you deserve, fuckhead.”
“You’re the fuckhead,” he shot back at you as he arched so your cock could rail into his prostate.
You let go of his shoulder and reached around to hold his rigid dick in hand while slammed in and out of his tight hole, rubbing him so he would get a little pleasure too- but maybe not enough to cum. You needed to torture him a little, you weren’t going to give him a climax that easy.
You had been going at his ass for a good few minutes now and you were starting to lose the battle, the promise of climax was waiting to wash over you and as you felt your cock start to stiffen in release, you pulled out, emptying all over his ass cheeks and lower back.
“Serves you right,” you sneered, feeling so much better after that release, “now, hurry up and clean up, you dirty bitch, we’ll be late for debriefing.”
“Ha?!” Bakugou exploded as he grabbed for the paper tissues nearby to wipe himself up, “you don’t get to say that to me!”
But as he looked back to give you a scowl, all he saw was a smug smirk from you as you slipped out of the stall and disappeared out of the bathroom.
“Y/N! I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU, FUCKFACE!” you heard him yell from inside the bathroom as you strolled casually away down the hallway with a giant grin on your face.
~ END ~