Reckless and Explosive (BakugouxReader)

I Hate You

"We really need to stop meeting like this," you backed up, your legs now against his desk. Glancing up you were met with a pair of cold, blood red eyes. They were staring into you so intently you wanted to look anywhere else, but you couldn't. Eyes wide, you could only stare back.

"Why are you still here?" his words flat, like he couldn't care less about your answer.

"I just lost track of time, but I could ask you the same thing."

But you really didn't have to, one look at his clothes and you knew he had been in the gym. Apparently, he had been trying to avoid you so much that he skipped the gym this morning, opting to go after work, when you should have been gone.

He rolled his eyes, "This is my agency, I can leave whenever I want. But if you have nothing else for me, you can go," the tone of his voice making it blatantly obvious that's exactly what he wanted. But your thoughts fleeted to your conversation with Fujimoto at lunch.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you something. Why do you treat Fujimoto like shit?"

His expression shifted, you knew he was mere moments away from throwing you out of his office again.

He sneered down at you, eyes livid, "Is that what he said?"

With your jaw clenched you pushed yourself off the desk, throwing your face in his, already tired of him instantly going to blame Fujimoto, "That's what I said."

"You shouldn't make assumptions about situations you have nothing to do with. You know what they say about people who assume things." His tone hard, shoulders tense as he tried to get a grip on the fury flowing through him.

"Yeah, and you're already acting like a real ass." His lips curling into a grimace at your words. "Aw, don't go acting like you don't like me now, I saw the way you looked at me earlier." You kept your voice low, taunting him. You only wanted to anger him more so, searching for some kind of justice for the way he treated his sidekick.

"You're right, it's not that I don't like you." He paused, his expression turning dark, "I hate you."

Shoulders back, you stood unwavering, glaring right back at him, "Ditto."

His eyes scorching into you, under normal circumstances you probably would have feared for your life, but you were just as angry. Wondering why he had to be so cruel to someone so kind. His nostrils flared as he took deep breathes, his chest moving slowly, trying to calm the rage you could see in his eyes. Both of you a breath away, not backing down from the other.

Abruptly you both reached out, pulling the other towards you in a crazed, anger filled kiss. No longer fighting with words, but for dominance, trying to push the other into submission. Your hand clutched to his shirt, yanking him down to your height. Both of his hands wrapping around your arms as he pulled you into him. His grip so tight that it hurt, but you couldn't have cared less. His hands didn't stay there long, before they slide up grasping the blazer you were wearing, roughly pulling it down and tossing it behind you.

Not wasting anytime he returned for your blouse, pulling it open, sending the buttons flying. Pushing it off your shoulders he exposed your neck, his lips moving to tug the delicate skin between his teeth. You immediately bit down on your lower lip, not wanting to let him know just how good it really felt. His hips pushed into you, forcing you against the desk, one hand reaching behind you to keep you upright.

Not able to stop yourself, your other hand snaked up behind him, wrapping your fingers into his hair, pulling hard. Each tug of his hair only led to a deep growl into your throat, making your legs clench together in desire. Your thoughts were on their way to hazy the longer he assaulted your neck and shoulder. Your heart hammering in your chest as his hands moved along your body. Finally finding your thighs he slid his hands back up, pulling your skirt up along with them.

Pushing his hips between your knees, his hand found itself buried between your thighs, running a finger up and down the fabric keeping him from your slit. Yanking the fabric aside, he rubbed his hand against you, feeling how wet you had already become. He effortlessly slid two of his fingers into you, pumping them in and out, earning a small moan from you. One that you instantly regretted when you saw his smug face.  His thumb instinctively found your clit, running small circles against you, making you that much more turned on. Starting the small knot in your abdomen.

It almost felt like each breath you took got caught in your throat, as you let go of his hair, now needing both of your arms to keep you up. Perhaps working your legs today was a bad idea. But before you could let yourself revel in the pleasure he ripped his hand from you, only reminding you how angry you were with him and that you should not have been enjoying this.

His arm reached behind you to push the papers off his desk, his grimace returned as he swiftly turned you around, pushing your chest into the now clear desk. You could feel how hard he was as he began grinding his hips into your backside. You involuntarily clenched at the thought of what was going to happen. Your body betraying you as your back arched trying to push into him.

His voice was low, as he pressed his lips to your ear, "Just tell me to stop and I will, but if not I'll just continue..." his hips pressing into you, letting you know what he meant.

You closed your eyes, the angry part of you demanding that you end this now, not wanting to give him this satisfaction. But the part of you that was attracted to him didn't want this to end. He pulled away from you a moment before he pushed himself between your thighs, rubbing his dick against you a few times, waiting for you to tell him to stop. But when you continued to remain silent he pushed himself inside you, this time earning a much louder moan from you.

It initially hurt, his own rage fueling his movements, not caring how it felt for you. Not even giving your body a moment to adjust to him, he pulled out before slamming into you again. His hips continued to ram into yours over and over as he took out his frustration on you. Your already weak legs starting to shake. You didn't want to admit it, you hated the actual idea, but once you got passed the pain, he felt so good inside you. It somehow made you more attracted to and loathe him even more.

"You still fucking hate me?" he growled at you, not once slowing down. One of his hands reaching for the one you had pressed into his desk, pulling your arm back behind you. Using it to only pull you back onto him even harder. Your pulse had become erratic as you could feel your orgasm begin to build. It only fueled your feelings of anger, despising him even more for making you this turned on by him.

He could feel you tightening around him as you drowned in both pain and pleasure, "How does it feel? Knowing the man you hate can make you feel this fucking good." His rough voice only adding to the warmth pooling in you.

"Fuck you," you managed to spit out, in your dizzy state of rage and lust.

"You already are," his voice hungry with desire.

You couldn't hold out much longer, the feeling inside you begging to be released. Your moans now out of your control, at his animalistic way of pushing into you. Your arousal couldn't be denied any longer as your orgasm rippled through you, that euphoric feeling going straight to your head. So lost in your own world of pleasure, you could barely hear Bakugou's grunts behind you before he moaned a mixture of curse words, slamming into you one final time, reaching his own pleasurable release.

He let go of your arm, pressing his hands on either side of you into the desk. Both of you panting, trying to catch your breath as the realization of what had just happened settled in.

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I'm still learning and practicing so don't judge too harshly 🙏🏼