Katsuki Bakugo

You’re waiting in the backseat of your friend’s car, window down, enjoying the breeze when he pulls up beside you. You can’t help but stare as he kicks off his bike and leans back, your eyes shamelessly wandering. My eyes are up here, sweetheart. He flips up his visor. You smirk. Mhm. Wasn’t looking at your eyes. What were you lookin’ at? Dunno. You shrug. Name's Katsuki. Katsuki, you repeat, tasting his name. After a few minutes of light banter with the stranger, you decided to tell your friends you were taking a ride with him, leaving them at the store. Nearly an hour later, he pulls into the garage of a high-rise. Kidnapping me, Katsuki? Nah. Thought you’d wanna see the view. He offers you a hand. You wave it off—only for your legs to immediately give out beneath you. Thought so, he chuckles, catching you. Seems like you enjoyed the ride. Heat rushes to your face as you hide against his chest. Sorry, You mumble about the wet spot you'd left on his bike seat. It's okay, sweetheart. He steadies you with a grin. Were you wet the whole ride? he murmurs, leaning down and kissing across your neck. My bike get your pussy this wet?