-Kinktober day 1 Rough s3x/Primal play-

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1- The air in the room is thick, choking with the copper tang of sweat and the raw, musky pheromones flooding your senses. There is no tenderness here, no gentle caresses only the devastating force of Bakugou Katsuki claiming what he believes is his territory. The sound of his ragged, guttural breathing drowns out everything else, broken only by the wet, rhythmic slap of skin colliding against skin.

"Don't you fucking dare close your eyes." Katsuki snarls against the shell of your ear, his voice a gravelly wreck. His teeth graze your earlobe before he sinks them in, a sharp nip that makes you gasp before he immediately replaces pain with overwhelming pleasure. His grip on your hips is bruising, fingers digging into your flesh like claws, anchoring you to the mattress as he drives into you with an animalistic ferocity.

This isn't just ; it's a conquest. His movements are primal, uncoordinated in their desperation to you apart. Every thrust is a violent collision that sends shockwaves up your spine, making your vision blur. He treats you like prey, his pupils blown wide with a hunger that borders on madness. His hands wander unpredictably one fist tangling roughly in your hair to yank your head back, exposing the pale column of your throat to his hungry gaze, while the other pins your wrists above your head, crushing them against the sheets.

"Mine." he growls, the word vibrating through your entire body as he grinds his hips against yours. "Say it. Tell me who fucking owns you right now." He doesn't wait for an answer before he surges deeper, hitting that perfect, sensitive spot with enough force to make your hips jerk involuntarily. His muscles are coiled like springs, drenched in sweat, every vein in his arms popping as he maintains control over your struggling body.

The dominance is absolute. He's not asking; he's taking. He wants to feel your pulse racing beneath his touch, wants to hear the way your voice breaks when he pushes you past your limit. His scent burnt sugar and pure aggression overwhelms your brain, triggering something ancient and desperate inside your own body. You are trapped beneath his heat, beneath the terrifying, exhilarating wrath of his desire.

A low, dangerous hum rumbles in his chest as he picks up the pace, each stroke becoming faster, more punishing, more desperate. His teeth find the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark that will last days a claim written in bruises. "... you're so tight, it's driving me insane." he breathes out, his control slipping, revealing the raw beast beneath the explosive hero. The world narrows down to this: the friction, the pain, the overwhelming need to surrender to the storm that is Katsuki Bakugou.

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