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Bakugou hates clubbing and he hates that fucking prick Camie brought with her. Shindo Yo is an insufferable cunt who works for the same company as his friend, a sneaky looking asshole with mean eyes and an even nastier smile. Camie has always had a soft spot for him but she’s fucking batshit at times and Bakugou knows better than to trust her judgement. He
despises
him. Shindo is slick where Bakugou is not. His hips sway perfectly to the beat of the music while Bakugou stands awkwardly with a pint at the bar. The music seems to roll up the length of Shindo’s spine and over his shoulders, making his tight, shitty, rich-boy t-shirt ride up over his hips and reveal the brand-name emblazoned waistband of his boxers. Shindo’s got one arm around a girl’s shoulder as she grinds back against his crotch while the other hand is stretched back and laced in some muscle-bound man’s. Across the throbbing mass of people his alcohol-heavy gaze meets Bakugou’s.
Instantly it turns unpleasant. All that
charm
Camie was talking about seeps out to be replaced with smug spite, as if to say ‘
oh, are you all alone?’
Shindo brings the tip of his tongue between his teeth and throws the other man a wink before leaning down to start whispering in the girl’s ear. His hand slides over her hip to somewhere more dangerous.
Shindo Yo is a fucking whore. Bakugou downs his pint and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Time to show this bastard who’s boss. He starts to make his way through the crowd when someone grabs his shoulder and spins him around. Suddenly there’s a pleather coated rack right in his face - ah, that’s where Camie is. She bounces up and starts slurring along to the song pounding out of the speakers. Behind her, looking rather dazed and smothered in her lipstick, Todoroki Shouto stumbles forward and smacks into her back. Camie falls into Bakugou’s chest and starts cackling noisily, as if her misstep is the most hilarious thing that has ever happened to her. She shoves Bakugou backwards with a hand on his pectoral and starts shouting into his ear.
“Ba-abe!” Camie cooes, throwing her free arm over his shoulder. “Shindo is totally checking you out. You
need
to go and dance with him!”
Bakugou scoffs and places a hand on her waist to steady her slightly. He casts a glance over her shoulder and notices Todoroki blinking slowly, looking rather hazy. Actually, looking rather
green
. “Camie, you need to take Shouto outside. He’s gonna puke. You overdid it on the shots
again
.”
Camie laughs - she’s never really given much of a shit, she’s like Shindo in that way. That’s probably the reason he likes her. “Okay hon, I’ll leave you to it. All you had to do was ask, y’know?”
“Oh fuck off.”
She blows him a kiss and turns back to Todoroki, whose face immediately softens upon seeing her. Bakugou watches them leave with a displeased scowl on his face, irritated with
who
he has been left with and
why
. Camie’s been trying to set him up with one of her friends for quite some time now and all of them have turned out to be boring, annoying or dumb - Shindo Yo isn’t any of these things, but he is an arrogant bastard, so Bakugou still isn’t interested. Even if he does dance like a writhing snake, he’s
not
fucking interested. Without warning, a hand slips around his waist and tugs him backward into the crowd. Bakugou wriggles around in the unknown person’s grip and comes face to face with a familiar, smug smile. There’s a moment of pause where Shindo locks his gaze, smirks, licks over his alcohol-reddened bottom lip and Bakugou feels blood rush to his cheeks. The moment ends and suddenly there’s hands all over him, Shindo is pulling him closer and throwing an arm over his shoulder to force him into a dance. Bakugou scowls at him but doesn’t refuse the challenge in Shindo’s eyes and lets the other man grind against him to the beat of the song.
“Loosen the fuck up,” Shindo says, leaning close to talk into his ear. He settles his free hand on Bakugou’s hip and puts pressure on it to guide his movements. “You’re like a board.”
The blond swears at him under his breath and starts to move under Shindo’s direction, hips swaying back and forth to the salsa-esque song. He hates this smug bastard but
fuck
, he can dance. Shindo seems to read his thoughts and grinds himself forward, thigh slotting easily and without protest between Bakugou’s. The song switches into some other language -
Spanish?
- and the beat drops into something filthier than before, urging the crowd to move faster.
“That’s better,” Shindo groans, tugging Bakugou closer by the neck with the crook of his elbow. He grins and the smell of Camie’s favourite sweet liquor and a language unknown rolls off his tongue. “
Y tu mirada dice que te pones loca.
”
The words are quite honestly some of the sexiest fucking sounds Bakugou has ever heard and he’s no idea what they mean. He brushes his nose along the line of Shindo’s jaw and dares to let his tongue dip out to taste the sweat prickling his skin. It’s not exactly a pleasant taste, but it’s better than the alcohol.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he replies, quite uncouthly.
Shindo doesn’t reply, just winks and tucks his hand beneath Bakugou’s t-shirt and stroke over the sweat-ridden skin of his lower back. It doesn’t linger there for long, soon his fingers are crawling up the blond’s back, rolling pleasantly over the notches of his spine. Bakugou tenses but tries not to stiffen up and interrupt the flow of their movements. He doesn’t do this a lot, fucking around with people he barely knows in grimy nightclubs, so he’s a bit out of practice with how to react. Shindo leads him, in both the dance and how to ease himself into the first steps of intimacy, he nudges at Bakugou’s nose with his own and leans down to ghost their lips together, breath spilling hot and potent between them. He’s still murmuring the foreign lyrics to the song and crawling his fingers around, dipping them lower and lower until they’re sneaking beneath the waistband of Bakugou’s jeans.
His breath hitches again when Shindo squeezes at his ass between his jeans and boxers. The older man chuckles at the little gasp and rolls his hips forward at the same time as he yanks Bakugou by his ass, grinding their bodies together in an incredibly filthy manner. Shit, he feels like he’s being fucked already and they’ve still got all their clothes on. Bakugou wants- actually, scratch that, he
needs
to leave right fucking now before he accidentally blows his load in the middle of the dancefloor. He leans forward and presses his lips against Shindo’s ear to make sure he can hear him over the pounding bass.
“Let’s go somewhere,” Bakugou growls, slipping a hand around Shindo’s waist to rest at the small of his back. “C’mon.”
Shindo laughs and squeezes his ass again to stop him from wandering off. “Nah, I’m having fun.”
“We could be having more
fun
somewhere else,” he retorts, annoyed. Of course, Shindo would have to make things difficult for him, the wanker. Time to turn on the charm then. “C’mon. I wanna fuck you.”
A sly smile stretches across Shindo’s handsome face. The hand in Bakugou’s jeans shifts and suddenly there’s a pressure against his hole through his boxers. Bakugou grits his teeth and places his hands against Shindo’s chest as he stumbles forward. “I don’t think I’m going to be the one getting their ass pounded tonight, pretty boy.”
Bakugou tightens his hands around Shindo’s shirt. “I ain’t letting you fuck me, dickhead.”
“Shame,” Shindo murmurs. His finger starts to slip out of Bakugou’s jeans. “Well, if you’re not going to play ball I guess I’ll find someone else.” It’s bait, it’s obviously bait and fuck if Bakugou doesn’t take it like a sucker. He reaches behind him and grabs Shindo’s hand before it can leave his waistband. Shindo’s innocent expression grows dark with amusement and a smirk cuts across his face. “Aww, have you had a change of heart? Or are you so desperate for a fuck that you’ll let me do what I want?”
“Fuck you,” the blond snaps, ignoring the heat he can feel spreading across his cheeks. “Nasty little shit.”
Shindo laughs and tilts his head do the side as he slips both his hands around Bakugou’s hips. He starts carelessly shoving him backward through the crowd, ignoring the annoyed grunts from the dancers around them. “I’m not hearing a no, sweetheart.”
He’s not going to get one anytime soon, not with the way his hands are crawling beneath Bakugou’s shirt and tickling at the curves of his waist. The teasing, fleeting touches are driving him insane, and from the ever-present smirk plastered on Shindo’s face he knows exactly the effect he’s having on Bakugou. They break through the crowd eventually and Shindo’s still all over him, fingers digging into the skin of his chest as he shoves him back further still, until Bakugou stumbles back against the door of the bathroom. It swings open on contact and it’s only thanks to Shindo’s grip that he doesn’t fall straight into one of the foul-smelling urinals directly inside.
“Woah, hold up there pretty boy,” Shindo laughs, pulling him upright by the collar of his shirt. He curls his wrist and jerks Bakugou back toward him before pivoting to hurl him sideways into one of the cubicles. Bakugou snarls as he crashes into the wall and quickly rights himself as Shindo follows behind and locks the door. “Bit shit on your feet, ain’t you?”
“You were fucking throwing me aroun-!”
Bakugou is cut off by the feeling of Shindo’s lips against his, rough and wet. The blond freezes, startled by the sudden aggression. When he feels the other man’s lips part slightly, his confusion turns to impassioned anger and he opens his mouth so that he can bite at Shindo’s bottom lip. Much to his chagrin, Shindo just groans softly and threads a hand through Bakugou’s hair, tugging the strands softly.
This feels wrong, he thinks, eyes still wide open. He despises Shindo, he shouldn’t want this man to be the one kissing him but fucking hell if it was making his heart pound and his hands tremble against the thin wall of the bathroom stall. Shindo pulls his hair roughly upward so that his throat is exposed and releases his lips so that he can trail a mixture of sloppy kisses and bites down beside his ear. Bakugou lets out a soft moan and grips Shindo’s side with his free hand, eyes fluttering shut. The harsh bites feel fucking
amazing
, the sensation goes straight to his dick and he loses himself in the feeling. He is brought crashing quickly back to reality the moment Shindo pulls away and yanks his head up, slamming it back against the wall. He holds his hair tightly, forcing Bakugou to open his eyes and stare at him.
“Well, fuck. Just one kiss and you’re a sloppy mess. You really must be desperate,” Shindo sneers, giving him an awful smile. “How disappointing. There was me hoping for a half decent fuck tonight and I end up with you.”
Bakugou growls under his breath and moves a hand forward to grope at Shindo’s cock through the front of his jeans. If Shindo had wanted to go with someone else then he would’ve, but he didn’t - he’s here with
Bakugou
, so he’s just talking shit to be nasty. “Will you shut your fat gob already?”
The older man huffs a laugh and ruts up against Bakugou’s hand, eyes flashing with mischief. “How about I put it to better use instead?”
He swipes his tongue over his kiss-swollen bottom lip and it sends a few more provocative images into Bakugou’s head. Shindo’s already undoing his belt buckle when Bakugou nods in agreement and he hurriedly assists with unbuttoning his jeans to let the other man get to work. Just as it looks like Shindo is about to drop to his knees he pauses and yanks the hem of Bakugou’s shirt up, holding it in front of the blond’s mouth.
“Open up, pretty boy,” Shindo grins. Much to his own surprise, Bakugou obeys without question and leans forward slightly to take his t-shirt between his teeth. It rides up enough to show off most of his abdomen, which Shindo rakes his eyes over in appreciation. He whistles lowly as he sinks to his knees. “Don’t be too loud, yeah? The music covers most of it but I’d so
hate
for people to hear you and realise what a fucking slut you are.”
The insults make Bakugou’s cheeks burn but his cock also twitches against the front of his boxers as Shindo scrapes his knuckles over the front of them. The older man
laughs
at the reaction and strokes a finger down his length over the material, eyes focused on Bakugou’s face. The attention makes him groan all the more and Shindo seems to find it most entertaining.
“Y’know, I’m not sure I should suck you off,” Shindo says, nonchalantly. “You’re already so worked up. Perhaps I should just-“ he places his hands onto Bakugou’s hips and forces him around, making him stumble face-first against the graffiti-covered wall. The shirt drops from his mouth and crumpled between his pectoral and the wall he’s pressed against. Before Bakugou can make any complaints, Shindo’s hands are tearing at the waistband of his jeans and all too quickly his ass is bared and his trousers and underwear are yanked down to his ankles. “-that’s better. Mm, fuck. You’ve got a nice fat ass, Katsuki.”
Bakugou glared down at Shindo from over his shoulder, pissed off by his comment. “My ass isn’t
fat
.”
Shindo shrugs and trails his hands down to start squeezing at the globes of flesh. He plays around with them for a moment before raising one hand to his own mouth to slide his fingers between his lips. “Sure looks like it to me.”
“Fuck off,” he growls, fists clenching where they rest on the wall. “Now fucking do something, would you?”
“What was that?”
Bakugou grinds his teeth together and throws the other man another dirty look. “I said fucking
do
some-
ah fuck
!”
A spit-slick finger forces its way inside his ass without warning, stretching him uncomfortably due to the speed and the size. There’s far from enough lubrication, so it’s not an easy fit, but at least Shindo keeps still for the moment. It’s been a while since Bakugou has done this, it fucking hurts and it feels like the air has been punched from his lungs. Bakugou screws his eyes shut and pounds a fist against the wall, prompting Shindo to stand up and grasp his wrist to prevent him from doing it again. He noses at the shell of Bakugou’s ear as he starts slipping his finger out, then back in, creating a shallow, even pace.
“You want me to take it a bit slower for you, babe?” Shindo cooes, rocking his hand forward harder, just to be a dick. Bakugou nods aggressively, unwilling to open his mouth for fear of the strangled noises that will leave his lips. Shindo groans and leaves a sloppy kiss against the skin below his ear before pulling back. “Then stop fucking bitching at me, ‘kay?”
Bakugou turns his cheek flat against the grimy wall so he can look over his shoulder at Shindo and grinds his teeth together as he tries to adjust to the intrusion. After a few seconds of laboured breathing, he manages to bring a shitty grin to his lips.
“How about you just shut the fuck up and get on with it, jackass?” he spits, being utterly spiteful despite the inevitable hurt he knows he’ll have to deal with. “I can take whatever you fucking throw at me.”
A hoarse laugh grates next to his ear. “You’re a nasty little fuck, aren’t you?”
As expected, he quickly forces another finger alongside the first and it has Bakugou arching forward against the wall, nails scraping down the blistered paint. Yet still he grins as he writhes back against the fucker’s heavy strokes - who fucking cares if he’s into a little pain, right? Shindo starts sucking at the silver earrings laced through the cartilage of his ear, tongue diving between the hoops to tug devilishly on them. He scissors his fingers and stretches Bakugou out, each action uncaring about the way it might feel for the other man. His free hand rakes into the blond’s hair and yanks his head backward.
“I knew you’d be nasty,” Shindo murmurs. The beat of the music throbs through the floor and he begins grinding himself forward while his fingers carry on sending stars across Bakugou’s vision. “You’ve got the look of an arrogant
fuck
who likes being told what to do. Clocked it a mile away. You’ve been gagging to get screwed by me ever since you saw me, haven’t you?”
Bakugou grins as his head is shoved harder against the wall. “I-
ngh
I’m not the
whore
here.”
He sees a flash of teeth, then there’s a burst of pain at the nape of his neck where Shindo bites him. Saliva runs down the back of his shirt and
fuck
, it’s so messy and terrible and then Shindo’s stroking over his prostate and Bakugou can’t hold in his pathetic gasps.
“Oh yeah?” Shindo counters, making a hideous slurping sound as he pulls back. His fingers slip out of Bakugou’s ass and move to his belt. “Certainly sounds like it.”
The blunt pressure of Shindo’s cock presses against his asshole. Fuck, this is so stupid - there’s no lube, no condom, and he has no idea whether the bastard is clean but he doesn’t protest when Shindo forces himself inside. It’s agonisingly slow and undoubtedly to cause Bakugou as much discomfort as possible. He slams his fist hard against the wall and groans through his teeth as Shindo presses forward, mind spinning from the sheer violence of it. Sex has never been like this before, it’s always been soft and close and
nice
. Whatever they’re doing, it certainly isn’t that. Outside the bathroom the music screams louder and vibrates the floor beneath their feet.
“F-fuck, jeez man, you’re
tight
. Ha- and there was me thinkin’ you’d be a sloppy lay,” Shindo mutters against the back of his neck. His hips meet Bakugou’s ass. “How’re you holding up, pretty boy?”
Bakugou bites down on his tongue and allows only a slight grunt as his response. But he nods feverishly and grinds his ass down onto the other’s cock in a manner that tells Shindo to continue. The hand holding his cock steady moves beneath Bakugou’s armpits and wraps around the front of his throat, squeezing tight against his Adam’s apple. The pressure makes Bakugou splutter and drench his chin in beer-stinking spit.
“Careful,” he wheezes, elbowing Shindo in the ribs. “S’too fuckin-“
He’s cut off when Shindo yanks his head back by his hair, then rams him forward so his face smacks hard against the stall. Luckily he turns his cheek flat before his nose collides with the surface, the fucking bastard pushed him hard enough to potentially break it. It’s almost astounding how little of a fuck Shindo gives about his well being.
“Shut up. You’re being so damn loud,” Shindo complains, rutting his hips up as if the action is making some sort of point. He groans softly, breaking up the even tone of his voice. “F-fucking hell.”
When he bottoms out there’s a moment of mild relief, but it’s quickly eclipsed when Shindo thrusts back into him with seemingly more force than before. It feels like something tears and fuck knows if it has, that’ll be something Bakugou will need to look at later, and the pain has him squealing behind his tightly sealed lips. The cracked paint on the wall pushes beneath his fingernails as he scrabbles for purchase, leaving bloody, dirty little wounds. God-fucking-damn it hurts. From the pain in his ass, to his hands, to the increasingly uncomfortable hold Shindo has on his neck, it all stings and aches and has his cock pressing so hard against the filthy wall that Bakugou starts to think he might need to have a serious muse about his kinks when this is all over. Then Shindo’s grip tightens and his throat closes off. Bakugou gurgles under the weight for a couple of seconds, but as Shindo continues to fuck violently into him the sensation quickly becomes too much and he starts clawing at the punishing hand.
“Thought you could take it, baby?” Shindo says gruffly, leaning down to run his tongue over the bite mark he left on Bakugou’s nape. The next shove forward is deeper than before and
finally
things are starting to feel good. The head of his cock brushes against his prostate, just for a moment, and Bakugou lets out a pathetic whine when it draws back. The noise is instantly regretted when Shindo starts chuckling against his ear. “Jeez Katsuki, you’re soundin’ like such a bitch right now. I fucking like it.”
He emphasises his point by driving his cock back against Bakugou’s prostate with more force than seems necessary. The blond screws his eyes shut and tightens his grip on Shindo’s wrist, holding it for support rather than to pull him away. Eventually the fingers around his throat go slack and slip back down to press firmly against his lower abdomen. The relief is sweet, the burn deep in his lungs sets explosions of colour popping across his closed eyelids. No words are spoken between the two men for a short while, both content with enjoying the sounds and feelings of fucking like animals against the wall of a seedy bathroom stall. If there’s anyone outside by urinals they’re not saying anything but it’s doubtful either of them would even notice any protest at this stage.
Shindo starts pressing his hand harder against Bakugou’s stomach as he rams into him, groaning low in the back of his throat. He leans forward and draws the blond’s earlobe in between his teeth, suckling on it for a few seconds before drawing back and releasing it with a
pop
. Bakugou releases a breathy growl and loops one arm behind Shindo’s head to settle in his hair.
“
Fuck
, Katsuki,” Shindo purrs in his ear. His fingers dig into the softer tissue between his hip bones. “I can feel my cock moving in you.”
Bakugou grunts. “You’re gross, you kn-know that?”
“Yeah,” he laughs, reaching up to tug the hand Bakugou is still resting on the wall down. Shindo settles it in the place where his palm was previously and slaps his own on top, pressing down firmly. “But
feel
that ‘n tell me that ain’t hot shit.”
The blond’s eyes roll back in his head at the feeling of pressure beneath his hand and the outline of Shindo’s cock sliding through his insides. It’s so vile, so
fucking brilliant
, that Bakugou starts moaning freely, quite forgetting they were in public. The noise seems to please Shindo if the amused hum tickling the nape of Bakugou’s neck is anything to go by.
“You like that, pretty boy?” Shindo asks. He dips his hand lower, leaving Bakugou’s in place against his stomach, and trails over the thin spread of pubic hair to wrap around his cock. The sudden touch makes Bakugou jerk up and he almost butts Shindo in the chin but he moves back before they collide. He shoves Bakugou against the wall with his chest and holds him in place as he continues to fuck hard up into him, hand now stroking his cock at an increasingly rapid pace.
“F-fuck, Shin- god fuck I’m gonna come,” Bakugou rambles, tensing up as the pleasure coiling in his abdomen grew to an intolerable level. The brutality of the pace and the quick jerks on his cock are fucking
perfect,
they have Bakugou drooling all over himself, slackening as Shindo moves him up and down like a rag doll.
Shindo laughs in his ear, laughs
at
him. It’s an awful sound to hear at the moment of climax, it makes the whole experience far more disgusting and seedy than it already is and fuck, this is already one of the more unpleasant things Bakugou has ever done. His back arches forward as he comes, forcing his ass back against Shindo’s still-brutal thrusts. Large hands come to rest on his hips to hold him steady as the cock in his ass pistons hard and steady, until eventually Bakugou is whining miserably from the twinges of overstimulation.
He’s about to complain when he feels Shindo’s pace falter and his hands tighter around his hips. The older man swears loudly against Bakugou’s ear as a burst of heat fills his ass and fucking finally he slows to a complete still. They both stay quiet for a while, catching their breath and easing their tired muscles, but eventually Shindo takes a step back and slides out of the other man’s ass. With a huffed laugh, he slaps one of Bakugou’s cheeks and smirks at the cum that oozes from his wrecked hole to coat his thighs.
“Sweet,” Shindo comments, thumbs parting the blond’s asscheeks to get a better look. As he’s still catching his breath, Bakugou cracks an eye to stare over his shoulder, hating the way Shindo is staring at him. A thumb presses over his swollen asshole and causes him to hiss loudly. “Ow. Looks a bit sore there. Might wanna lay off the butt plugs for a while.”
“Fuck you,” Bakugou says, hoarsely. The smug look on Shindo’s face as he pulls up his trousers almost makes him regret agreeing to this -
almost
, but not quite. His backside aches like hell and he’s coated in Shindo’s disgusting cum but it was worth it, he’s not blown his load that hard in months.
Shindo’s eyelids droop in satisfaction as he watches Bakugou clumsily right his clothes, gaze lingering on the way his jeans stick to the fluid on his thighs. “Don’t be so mean, pretty boy. Anymore of that shit and I won’t invite you back to mine tonight.”
“Back to yours?” Bakugou repeats, blankly. Honestly, he was expecting to get fucked and tossed away like an used gum wrapper.
“Yeah. Got a problem with that?” Shindo asks, quirking a brow. He looks down at Bakugou’s crotch and snorts. “Can’t take it?”
Again, it’s obvious bait. Big, juicy, tempting bait hanging right there above him, daring Bakugou to hook himself on. It’s unwise to get himself involved with this stuck up rich-boy anymore than he already has, he’s a creep, he’s an asshole, he’s fucking vile through and through.
Bakugou places a hand on Shindo’s chest and shoves him back against the opposite wall of the stall.
“Fucking try me.”
Shindo’s eyes glimmer with challenge.