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Katsuki fucking hated Halloween.
It wasn’t really the holiday itself, he sorta liked the spooky atmosphere, he just hated going out on Halloween.
And his idiot friends kept forcing him.
Whether it was tricking him into coming or their insistent begging, eventually Katsuki found himself the designated driver at their shitty party (and come on, no one even wore costumes! As if Katsuki would ever wear one but still!)
But this year was different. This year his self proclaimed friends dragged him to a different house.
A haunted house.
Immediately, Katsuki turned around to go back home, but big ol’ himbo Kirishima who’s too strong for his own good turned him right back.
“Come on, Bakubro! This place isn’t just your run of the mill haunted house.” the rock said, keeping his hands on his shoulders so Katsuki couldn’t leave.
“Yeah! This is the scariest one in the city!” Kaminari nodded.
“They all say that.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes.
“Sure, but this one is actually the scariest. Look!” Mina materialized behind him and shoved a piece of paper in his face. “They have a waiver.”
Katsuki peered at the waiver while she handed the others some more, and decided to humor them by reading through it.
It seemed to be a pretty hands on attraction, that if you came in a group, one of the people would be snatched away to experience the rest of the house by themselves. Not bad. I hope it’s Pikachu. He never stops screaming at these types of things. It’s annoying.
Next on the list, it required customers to wear quirk erasing wristbands that would be taken off upon exit, or if they screamed the safeword. Katsuki wrinkled his nose at getting his quirk erased, but he supposed it made sense. If this place was truly as scary as everyone said, they’ve probably had a few… accidents.
Then there was information on the performers, and they were allowed to use their quirks. The quirks listed were pretty much only aesthetics, but there were a few that stood out. Mostly the one that sent chills up Katsuki’s spine was brainwashing. He only got a name, Hitoshi Shinso, but no picture, so he didn’t really know who had it.
At the bottom there was an asterisk stating that if the user had a quirk that messed with a customer (like, duh, brainwashing), they were under their own contract, and would get sued up the ass and sent to jail if they broke it. There were specific guidelines that the actors had to follow on the next page, but Katsuki felt his friends getting antsy, so he just decided to sign it and get it over with.
Mina bounced away to go hand in their waivers while the others got in line. Everyone was chatting excitedly, and Katsuki still regretted coming.
“I hope we run into that guy with the tape quirk, that sounds hot.” Kaminari TMI’d, making Kirishima laugh. “Dude! We only got their names.”
Let my misery end. Katsuki withheld the urge to put his face in his hands as Kaminari continued to gush about each person’s quirk who sounded hot. I hate that I don’t hate this idiot.
Mina had finally returned when they reached the front of the line, and Katsuki was handed the wristband. A paper thing that would be no trouble to rip off, but was infused with a temporary erasing property. He put the wristband on with no complaints as the group headed inside.
The room was dead silent and dark, which was kind of a cheap shot if you think about it, but Sparky was already trembling beside him (either with nerves or horniness, he was never sure honestly) while the other two idiots were awed for absolutely no reason. Katsuki vaguely remembered one of the people on the list had some sort of soundproofing quirk, but his colleagues seemed to have forgotten that immediately. Typical.
But the soundproofing allowed every other noise to show, like a door creaking, or a mouse squeaking, or an oh my fucking god I’m so bored...
Suddenly one of the actors that had a sound amplifying quirk jumped out of the shadows with a pretty scary costume and roared like something that came out of Jur/assic Park. All three of his friends screamed while Katsuki didn’t even flinch. Lame.
Before he could voice his disappointment he was being dragged off by Kirishima somewhere else, and he didn’t even have the strength to fight back. Whatever, as long as we get out of here faster.
Holy shit though, this must’ve been the longest haunted house in the world. Admittedly, it wasn’t terrible (for normies). You could obviously see the effort they went through to make something legitimately creepy. The whole place had a theme of an abandoned hospital, where each monster was a “former patient” or a “former nurse”. It wasn’t awful though, and the actors used their quirks effectively for the most part. They even found that tape dude Kaminari was gushing about, who used his tape to swing and crawl on the ceiling. Kaminari apparently was too horny to be scared now, and had to be held back from chasing after him by Mina. Why am I even friends with these people?
They were also true to the waiver, and were pretty hands on, however no one had touched Katsuki, probably because he gave a death glare to each actor, so he was grateful for them leaving him alone.
The story of the place was simple. Each actor was referencing a character called “The Doctor” (how original), and how they were absolutely terrified of him. At first, it seemed like each patient was trying to kill the commoners, but in reality, they were protecting everyone from The Doctor. Wow, what a twist.
That meant they were nearing the end, and in the back of Katsuki’s mind he recalled that one of them was supposed to be separated from the group to experience the rest by themselves. Again, he hoped that was true, and he hoped that it was Sparky that was chosen.
They were walking through a mock hospital hallway, like they were in Out/last, and things were quiet again. Instead of complete silence, the scene was set by tape recordings of supposed testimonials of previous patients, talking more about The Doctor’s abuse or something. Katsuki wasn’t really listening.
“How does he get patients?” asked an interviewer, talking to an escaped survivor.
"He steals them… w-with a rope… around their neck…”
“What does he do after that?”
“...I can’t say...”
“Why not?”
"He’s… he’s listening.”
“What?”
“Oh god… he’s coming for us!”
The recording cut off and the lights flickered out, leaving the group in the dark, with only the eerie sounds of generators filling the room. His friends were silent too, which was strange considering they never stop talking, even if their lives depended on it.
Kirishima put out an arm to stop them. “Wait.”
“What?” Kaminari whispered, clinging to Kirishima like a goddamn koala.
“I hear something.”
Katsuki strained his ears to listen. “I don’t hear shit.” he rolled his eyes.
“No wait, he’s right. Shh!” Mina shushed him and forced him to listen closer. Huh?
He did end up hearing something… like some sort of rope untangling itself. It was an extremely distinct noise.
And it sounded like… it was coming from behind him.
Katsuki wasn’t given time to react before something was wrapping loosely around his neck and waist, until he was yanked backwards away from the group. (He was glad for the quirk erasing wristband, because he probably would’ve popped the entire building like a balloon) He watched his friends fade into the shadows as he was tugged into another room, the door slamming and locking behind him.
The breath was knocked out of him as he was thrown to the ground and untied, sputtering incredulously as he whirled around to face his attacker.
He didn’t see anything except an operating room set, with the center light flickering on and off.
“A tough crowd I see…” Katsuki narrowed his eyes as someone started to talk, but he couldn’t actually see who it was. His voice was deep and slightly enticing (and Katsuki wasn’t afraid to admit that. He was gay. Sue him)
“Are you ‘The Doctor’?” Katsuki asked dangerously. He wasn’t sure why he was playing along, but he felt like this would be over quicker if he did.
“That depends…” the voice chuckled, sounding everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “Are you Bakugou Katsuki?”
“How the fuck-”
Katsuki’s sentence was cut off by an overwhelming calm. His eyes glossed over and everything was numb.
“I like to do research before I select my next patient, Bakugou.” The Doctor’s voice was soothing inside his head. Katsuki wanted to feel unnerved, but he couldn’t. He was forced into silence.
“Close your eyes.”
Katsuki wanted to tell him to get bent, but his eyes slipped closed with no argument, like he had to follow the command.
Then it hit him.
It’s the brainwasher.
“Great Explosion Muder God Dynamight…” he spoke inside his head, but Katsuki could hear footsteps. “Forced here by his friends just to have a good time. I bet you don’t even jump during horror movies, do you?”
I don’t get jumpscared.
“Of course not. You’re fearless…” The Doctor continued. “So much so it doesn’t allow you to let go even if you tried… so you’re bored here, aren’t you?”
Silence.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.'' The sensation of speaking without wanting to was interesting, but not entirely unpleasant. It wasn’t like he had anything to hide.
“That’s unfortunate. My friends worked hard on this show, y’know?”
Katsuki wanted to furrow his brows in confusion. Is he… breaking character?
“That’s alright. I’m sure I can make this worth your while.”
Suddenly, The Doctor’s control dropped and Katsuki was able to open his eyes.
Nothing in the room had changed, and Katsuki was starting to get annoyed. When was something going to happen? This is stupid.
Then there was more silence.
...and more silence.
“Alright fucker are you gonna keep wasting my time or-”
“Wow you’re impatient.”
“FUCK!” Katsuki jolted out of his skin and swung, trying to hit whatever had the audacity to spook him, but his fist hit the air. It sounded like the voice was directly behind him (he swore he could feel breathing on his neck), but there was no one in sight.
Laughing followed after his outburst, and Katsuki, again, had no fucking idea where it was coming from. Probably some more quirk fuckery, but that didn’t make the situation less nerve wracking.
With nowhere else to go, he backed away from where he thought the voice was coming from as The Doctor’s laugh echoed through the room, cornering him.
Eventually his back hit the operating table, and the rope returned, wrapping around each limb, making him curse and definitely not squeal. And after a bit of a struggle, he was secured tightly to the table.
Katsuki roared, upturning his hands to blow up the room, but not even a spark escaped.
Oh yeah, the wristband.
The laughter peters out until it’s only coming from one direction…
...except the tone is different. It sounds… genuine.
“Oh man… finally.” The Doctor slowly appeared from the shadows, wiping a tear from his eye as his shoulders shook with humor. “I thought you were gonna be stone faced the whole time.”
The Doctor, Hitoshi Shinso, was certainly something.
Tall, wearing a generic horror doctor outfit. Katsuki couldn’t decide if his gravity defying purple hair was part of the costume or not, but it suited his matching violet eyes and white pupils.
“I will go down in history as the first person to scare the shit out of Bakugou Katsuki.” he announced, proudly.
“You didn’t scare me…” Katsuki tried to sound menacing, but his growl only came out as a grumble, avoiding Shinso’s eyes. They were creepy, and attractive, and it was confusing.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, then.” Shinso wasn’t deterred, approaching the bed and taking off some sort of device around his neck. A voice modulator?
Shinso set the equipment on one of the trays that was covered in hospital props. “At this point I was supposed to trap you in the chair, pretend like I’m cutting you open by putting these blood bags on you while having you brainwashed, and listing off a bunch of different ways that I was gonna use your body as research.” he explained, picking up a fake scalpel and poking Katsuki in the bicep with it. It wasn’t even sharp.
“And you’re not doing that because..?” Katsuki, again, didn’t know why he was so curious, but he was curious nonetheless.
“I’ve done that same bit probably 50 times today and I’d rather not cover Dynamight in fake blood.” Shinso shrugged. “Also because even though I scared you momentarily, you would’ve realized right away I wasn’t actually cutting you up.”
“People actually fall for that shit?” Katsuki barked a laugh, and Shinso laughed too.
“You’d be surprised. It’s kinda fun until everyone gives the same reaction.” he sat on the side of the bed, and Katsuki didn’t feel the need to tell him to get up. He was warm, and the room was surprisingly cold.
“You’re a shitty actor.” Katsuki snickered. “Good work breaking my immersion by telling me what your job is.”
“As if you were immersed in the first place.” Shinso shot back good-naturedly, his eyes bright with amusement. Damn he’s quick with a comeback. Katsuki thought without wanting to.
“Exactly, I’m not, so untie me.” Katsuki bossed, making a move to get up, but the rope- no, the capture weapon- had a good grip.
“Sorry, the scene is supposed to last 10 minutes and we have 9 minutes left.” Shinso checked his wrist, which didn’t have a watch on it, and Katsuki found the action irritating but charming at the same time.
“So if you don’t want to cover me in fake blood, what are you going to do to me for 9 minutes?” Katsuki asked suspiciously as Shinso’s hand not-so-subtly moved to rest on his thigh. His hands are big.
“Well I’d like to cover you in something else, if you catch my drift.” Shinso’s voice suddenly got a lot deeper. Katsuki’s jaw probably fell to the floor, and he felt his face heat up.
“What gives you the authority to propose such a thing?” Katsuki spat, trying to use rage to hide his sudden arousal.
“Those 5 star reviews aren’t only for the scares.” The Doctor was using both his hands now, seductively sliding them up Katsuki’s chest, seemingly awed by his physique. Katsuki felt compelled to push out his chest a little, watching with pride on how Shinso paused.
“Oh yeah? You offer this to everyone then?” Katsuki sounded a lot more breathless than he wanted, but he was steadily accepting he didn’t have a whole lot of control in this situation.
“No, just the ones who are worth it.”
Katsuki gasped as Shinso leaned down and kissed him softly, all of his resistance to the situation vanishing almost instantly, deciding fuck it as he kissed back. He pulled at the restraints, wishing he could touch Shinso as well, however there was a part of him that sort of liked being trapped. Of course, he could stop this if he really wanted to, but why would he when Shinso was fondling his half hard cock through his jeans?
“Fuck, I’ve been turned on ever since you stepped foot in the building.” Shinso groaned, nipping at Katsuki’s neck. “Wearing these fucking tight ass jeans. God I wish I was allowed to pull you away sooner.”
“That’s creepy.” Katsuki said, but with no real heat to it, leaning into Shinso’s touch. He closed his eyes and heard shuffling above him, and the creaking of the operating table as Shinso straddled him, continuing to kiss him.
“Being creepy is part of The Doctor’s character.” Shinso chuckled, kissing Katsuki for a final time and sitting up, and Katsuki opened his eyes. Shinso was naked from the waist down now, with two fingers already in his hole down to the knuckle. Katsuki wasn’t sure what, but there was something about the way a doctor covered in fake blood and makeup fingering himself above you was sexy as hell.
“Fuck yeah, keep looking at me like that.” Shinso moaned, making eye contact with Katsuki while scissoring his fingers.
“Like what?” Katsuki couldn’t help but ask.
“Like you wanna fucking eat me or something.” Shinso added a third finger, probably too soon with the way he grunted, but he didn’t slow down at all.
Katsuki has always been told he has this predatory look in his eyes, especially when he wants something. People didn’t really like it, even though he wasn’t thinking anything evil, not really, it was just how his face appeared. He didn’t even know he was doing it, especially now, but if it was turning Shinso on even more he didn’t bother trying to fix it.
Instead, he smirked and licked across his teeth, making sure to show off his sharp canines. Shinso’s eyes rolled back, ripping his fingers out of his asshole and struggling with Katsuki’s belt.
“I almost came, jesus christ.” Shinso panted, finally getting Katsuki’s belt off and undoing the button and fly, pulling down his jeans and boxers just enough to get his cock out.
He used his other hand to reach into a pocket in his lab coat, pulling out a small packet of lube, slicking up Katsuki’s cock and watching his breath hitch. It was clear to them that they both weren’t going to last long here.
And Shinso didn’t waste any more time, lining himself up and starting to sink down. Shinso definitely did not prep enough, since Katsuki’s cock is thicker than average, but that was what made Shinso that much tighter.
Katsuki bit his lip, doing his best to hold off cumming before he was all the way in. Shinso wasn’t doing much better, with one hand wrapped around the base of his dick, and another on Katsuki’s chest for leverage, sinking down gradually and taking shaky breaths.
Once Shinso was all the way down he took a moment to adjust, but Katsuki didn’t even have much time to process before he started moving up and down, his hands on Katsuki’s chest for balance. With each thrust he tightened his hole in specific, sensitive spots, and Katsuki was doing his best to hide his moans, but holy shit, nobody had ever rode him like this.
The Doctor could definitely tell, smirking as he bounced faster. Katsuki wanted to be mad at his audacity to look smug, but his growl turned into a pained moan. “Fuck- let me fucking touch you.” he said instead, tugging at the capture weapon that hadn’t loosened since he was caught.
“Maybe if you ask nicely,” Shinso sneered, slowing down his thrusts until he was grinding Katsuki’s dick into his prostate. “Beg.”
“I don’t beg.” Katsuki snarled, squirming viciously against the rope.
“Oh, but you want to. Look at you,” Shinso lifted Katsuki’s shirt until it was bunched up above his pecs, staring unashamedly at them. “The greatest hero foiled by some simple cloth? I highly doubt that. You want to beg, but your pride won’t let you.”
“N-not true,” Katsuki gritted his teeth, desperate to ignore the fact that what Shinso said was absolutely true.
“Come on, baby. It’s just us here.” Shinso bent down to murmur in his ear, causing him to shiver. “Allow yourself to relax. You’ve earned it. Let me hear you.”
“Ah please!” It was like something awakened inside Katsuki when Shinso finished speaking. “Please, I need you. Please let me touch you.”
It was so embarrassing, but it felt amazing, especially when Shinso groaned loudly in his ear, grabbing the capture weapon and finally releasing Katsuki’s limbs. His hands flew to Shinso’s hips, gripping them so hard they would leave marks. He braced his feet on the rickety table and held Shinso in place, frantically thrusting up into him.
“Fuck! It’s like I just released the beast, holy shit-” Shinso’s moans reached a higher octave, now only keeping his hands on Katsuki’s chest to brace himself as Katsuki went harder.
“Want you to cum-” Katsuki’s breaths were haggard, looking Shinso in the eyes. “Want you to cum first.”
Shinso’s eyes widened, then he huffed a laugh and started stroking himself feverishly. “Yeah? Wanna see how good you make me feel?” It was slightly teasing, but Shinso’s precum was starting to puddle on Katsuki’s stomach, giving away his true feelings at the request.
“Yeah, show me.” Katsuki changed his angle, not making each thrust land right on Shinso’s prostate.
That seemed to be his breaking point, as Shinso’s muscles seized up, cumming with a shout, each rope landing on Katsuki’s chest and stomach.
Katsuki quickly followed suit, thrusting a couple more times then stilling, forcing Shinso’s body down so none of his cum could leak out.
As soon as Katsuki finished, Shinso pulled him out and collapsed next to him, though half of his body was still on top of Katsuki, but the operating table was tiny.
Neither of them said anything for a few moments, Shinso, because he was probably exhausted, and Katsuki because he was still trying to process what he just did. He wrapped his arms around Shinso to pull him closer, evaluating each emotion that passed through his brain while staring at the dilapidated ceiling.
For some reason this post-coital cuddling felt extremely intimate, even in his haunted house set. Katsuki totally forgot they were even there.
But again, Shinso was warm. He made a good blanket.
“I lied, by the way.” Shinso said hoarsely, burying his face in Katsuki’s neck.
“About what?” Katsuki asked, trying to be slick about breathing in Shinso’s scent.
“I’ve never actually fucked anyone on the clock before. Only you.”
Katsuki blinked and felt his face turning red. “How’d you know I was coming?” he wondered out loud.
“I know Kaminari.” Shinso admitted, but Katsuki could hear the smirk in his voice, even though he couldn’t see it.
At the mention of Sparky Katsuki felt so much rage it was nearly punched out of him. “Are you fucking serious?”
Shinso’s shoulders jiggled as he started to laugh. “Yeah. I was talking to him about how I sorta have a massive crush on you and he said he could drag you out here so I could make my move. In return, I set him up with Sero.”
Katsuki thought back to before he was dragged to the haunted house. He was in his living room and Kaminari had burst through the front door (because for some ungodly reason Katsuki had given him a key), and started yelling about doing something fun for the night. Katsuki refused probably a hundred times before he was forcibly dragged out of the house to Kirishima’s shitty car. “That devious little shit.” he grumbled.
Shinso shrugged and sat up to face him. “Well, do you want to date me or just keep this as a one time thing?” He didn’t beat around the bush apparently, and Katsuki’s blush came back.
“No, we can date, but I’m still gonna kill Sparky probably.” Katsuki tried to regain some dignity with that response, but once again it was weaker than he had intended.
Shinso smiled genuinely at him and nodded. “I’ll leave that between you two then.”
Katsuki opened his mouth to describe the elaborate murder of the real life poke/mon he was friends with, but suddenly, the lights in the room went out. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed instead.
“Oh yeah. This is the part of the scene where things on my end go wrong, and I’m supposed to panic and give you a chance to escape. We have about a minute.” Shinso explained, unbothered.
“Shit.”
“Don’t worry, no special effects will happen unless I instigate them.” he reassured him, patting him on the head.
“Can you turn on the fucking lights then?” Katsuki asked, wishing Shinso could see his disapproving scowl.
“Heh… no. That’s the thing I can’t control, since it’s my cue to hurry up.” this time Shinso’s tone sounded embarrassed.
“Do we really have to clean up in the fucking dark?” Katsuki grimaced at the mess Shinso made across his chest, and he had a feeling Shinso felt the same way as he shifted.
“What’s wrong? Are you afraid of the dark, baby?” he cooed, nuzzling Katsuki’s cheek.
“Eat my ass.” Katsuki tried to snap, but leaned into the touch instead.
“Gladly, but I’d rather see you while I do that.”
Katsuki smacked him upside the head for that statement.
Shinso showed him the exit, not before putting his number in Katsuki’s phone under the name “The Doctor of Love”, and Katsuki made an act of gagging, but like hell he was going to change it.
His friends were waiting by the exit, however he ignored Kirishima and Mina in favor of stomping right up to Kaminari, who looked smug as hell. He jammed an accusing finger in his chest and growled: “YOU.”
“Hi, Kacchan.” Denki grinned and waved, not afraid in the slightest. “Did you have fun?”
“I-” Katsuki paused, not really wanting to admit he did have fun, just not in the way his other friends thought.
Kaminari definitely knew. “The Doctor must’ve done a good job to render you speechless, huh?”
He could feel Kirishima’s and Mina’s eyes on him.
“...It was… fine.” he gritted out.
“Wow! That’s high praise, Bakubro!” Kirishima’s shoulder made him back away from Kaminari, who was still way too proud of himself. He’d confront him later.
“The Doctor must’ve scared you good, huh?” Mina laughed, none the wiser.
“Yeah… scared. Sure.” Katsuki mumbled as the crew started walking towards the car, hoping his blush wasn’t visible under the moonlight.