This is an 18+ blog, peruse at your own risk. I go by Kore, she/her, 21+ years old, ENTP (or INTP, not sure which). I just go wherever the hyperfixation takes me, honestly. Blank and/ageless blogs will be blocked.
A Bakugou Birthday collab read the intro on the ML first!
A notification pulls your attention in your tipsy stupor as you collapse half dressed in your bed. Another successful night out with your girlfriends when your favorite pro hero posts a picture.
A thirst trap no less making you pop up in bed, the room spins delightfully as you stare down at the picture, screen shooting it without a care that he may get a notification for it but you were sure that you wouldn't be the only one.
Bakugou Katsuki, THE Dynamight with his shirt up exposing his abs, his Adonis belt and the vein that leads down to what has to be his fat cock.
Thinking about sending Bakugou flirty and suggestive texts while he’s working. And he’s such a stickler for the rules he knows he shouldn’t be checking his phone so often but he tells himself at the back of his mind that you could be in danger or something important could’ve happened so he’s practically torturing himself when it’s another lewd photograph of you. Shielding his screen from the public as he stares down at the flirty message accompanying it, practically begging him to come home. So now he has to spend the rest of his patrol with a raging chub in his pants as he thinks about you.
A few hours later he finally steps through the door after a long day, still in his full hero costume including mask— and before you can tell him off for not taking his boots off and trudging dirt through your home he just bends you over his lap on the couch to punish you for all the teasing you inflicted on him during his day. Pulling his shirt up your body as you wriggle on his lap. A large, gloved palm rears back to land a harsh smack against your bare ass. Soothing over the skin after impact as he lets his fingers slip between your cheeks to feel how wet you are for him, your slick glistening against the material as a low, guttural groan rumbles deep in his chest.
“Thought you could play those big girl games with me today hah, princess?” He grunts, spanking your ass again, “I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge.”
about. now that your kids are all grown up, you’ve gotten to thinking about having another baby with bakugou again.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, suggestive and smutty, fluffy, some dub-con, baby-trapping mention, breeding, unprotected sex mention, reader is a mother, bakugou is getting old hehe, they have three daughters lol, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.
i imagine that when your kids get a little older and start becoming more independent — your eldest in their final year of U.A, the middle starting U.A and the youngest still kicking in middle school….you catch a whiff of baby fever again.
it’s not even that everyone around you is having kids, most of theirs are well into their teenage years and giving your old friends trouble. it’s more that you miss the tiny pitter patter of feet throughout your house, the gummy giggles and scent of baby safe soap. oddly enough, you find yourself yearning for the late night feeds and the laughter shared over the inherent explosive bakugou diaper bombs.
speaking of your husband, you kind of hate how good he is with kids. he’s always treated your daughters like princesses, spoiling them rotten and raising their standards so that no possible crush could ever compare to the way their daddy treats them. but he’s so tender with the littler ones he visits as part of hero work, the tiny fans that ask him to sign his trading cards or their backpacks.
Warnings: 18+, non-con, baby trapping, Bakugou says he’s using a condom but doesn’t, creampies, breeding, pretty much yandere!Bakugou, manipulation, not proofread, Bakugou is just obsessed with you okay?
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There’s just something about the way that Bakugou loves you. It’s deeper, more intense than anything you’ve experienced before. A love that’s almost suffocating as it consumes you from the inside out, taking over every piece of you until there’s nothing but him.
Bakugou just doesn’t want to lose you, not when you’re so perfect.
He’s been so patient with you, dutifully walking you home after dates and leaving you on your doorstep. Building up from fleeting kisses on the cheek, to intense make out sessions that leave him standing outside all hot and bothered as you bid him goodnight. Walking home with a raging hard on between his thighs as he fists himself raw at home the same night, watching the creamy ropes of his spend hit the clean porcelain tiles of his bathroom floor as he stares down at the mess he always makes.
What a waste.
It would look far better splashed across your pretty skin, leaving silvery lines in his wake as he paints you with his release. Or even better— buried inside your tight little pussy so everyone knows that you belong to him.
Because you’re his, aren’t you? And he’d do anything it takes to keep you.
He can’t deny that he’s become a little obsessed with you since you both started dating, but it’s not his fault. Not when you’ve given him a taste of what he could have— and Bakugou’s a selfish man. He doesn’t want anyone else to have you.
Hello Jo! Sorry I’ve been MIA, had to take a Tumblr break. How have you been? What’s the weather like across that big blue sea?
I had some Bakugou thoughts to shout at you if that’s okay! (Hopefully no one’s come up with them while I’ve been gone…if so, just ignore ope)
Imagining you, the one he’s been hardcore crushing on/been in love with, being besties with a lot of the MHA gals. (You can decide how.) But y’all have this group chat where you all talk about the raunchiest shit. You’re just very relaxed with each other and comfortable with talking about just about anything. Including smexy stuff. Which is why when one of the dudes (probably Kaminari) thought he had struck gold when he somehow managed a way to sneak in.
He’s excitedly showing off the convo to all of the other guys the next time they get together, hooting and hollering over how dirty y’all can be. And poor Bakugou looks like he’s about to combust, reading through some of the things you’ve written. Squirming in his seat, his face and ears bright red as he’s reading how desperately horny you’ve been, how you’re needing cock so bad, how you wish you could just get bent over something and get your brains fucked out of your pretty lil’ head
Bonus points if it’s virgin!Bakugou we’re talking about. He has zero experience with any of this stuff, but after reading what you’re into…he’s all pent up now too. And he’s ready and willing to learn.
It’s okay my lovely! It’s good to see you back! I hope you’re doing okay?💕 I’m really good thanks and the weather is finally getting a little warmer but the evenings are still bloody freezing!😭
I love the idea of a girls groupchat where you can just dump all your stupid sex stories, pick up line conversations or just weird dating app matches. And of course the guys know about this chat and want in! Or even just a little peek at it, especially when Denki caught the sight of a selfie Mina sent one evening asking what lingerie set black or purple.
And of course the moment the guys actually get access they’re acting like kids at Christmas, all of them trying to snatch the phone off each other to search keywords in the chat (and by keywords I mean their own names😭) and Bakugou is trying to act like he doesn’t care, telling Denki he’s fucking dumb for getting so excited about violating everyone’s privacy and especially over such frivolous conversation— and that’s when Denki starts reading out your messages. The whole things ridiculous really, Denki’s now put on an awful attempt at your accent, a few pitches higher than you speak as he reads out the last message you posted about how desperate you are to wrap your thighs around someone’s head and how your vibrator just isn’t cutting it anymore. And Bakugou can’t cope, he’s now sat there bright red with a raging hard on as Denki continues to scroll, “Oh shit— she posted selfies too—”
And the moment he says that Bakugou’s on him like a cheetah on a grazing antelope. Palms sparking as he wrestles for the phone, unsure whether it’s the desire to see the pictures or the desperation to make sure Denki’s disgusting eyes don’t get a glimpse of you in such a promiscuous position.
And Bakugou can’t lie, he’s got no idea what pronebone is, or why a guy found it so difficult to find your clit (how hard could it be? Even if he doesn’t know where it is himself—), but now all he can think about is your pretty face writhing beneath him as he lines himself up with your tight, wet heat.
“Fuck,” He grunts, standing up from the sofa, Denki’s cellphone secured in one of his hands as he rubs the other over his sweaty face. His boxers sticking to his thigh uncomfortably as he came in his pants like a randy teenager at the mere thought of you naked.
The next thing he’s doing is googling what every position you mentioned is, and imagining you in every single one of them while he fists his cock.
And this took me forever to respond to, gah I’m so sorry ;;; But thank you! I try and pop in when I can! Always love reading your stuff! 💜
I’m honestly not sure if there’s anything I can add, this is perfect. Maybe just imagining him around you afterwards? Like omg I don’t think he could cope. He probably wouldn’t even be able to look at you. And he was already so pent up fantasizing about you when he’s alone, but now he knows what you’re into? Maybe even has a selfie or two of you in lingerie?
And omfg if you all feel safe enough to talk about things in the group chat…imagine that’s how he discovers that you’re just as in love with him as he is with you. The girls are always trying to help give you advice on how to approach him, assuring him that he’s totally into you, etc.
And his heart has done backflips into the fucking atmosphere. He’s about to just up and leave and go find you right now, until he stumbles upon some racier convos…
Finds one where you just happen to be stupid horny that night.
“Definitely ovulating; I feel like I’m in heat. 😭” And that’s how he learns about your breeding kink, among others, hehe. Going on and on about how you want him to shove your face into the mattress, fuck you like an animal, knock you up, etc. etc.
Poor dude. He’s already got it down so bad for you. And now he’s suddenly got all this material. Cumming in his pants like the virgin he is.
Bakugos hands traveling from shoulders to thighs rqq!! Then squeezing that soft flesh and working his way to the lower lips and massaging his way to a squirting session if he's not careful
𑊡˚+₊🍼✦ — how to be a good boyfriend + katsuki bakugou.
૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — smut, nsfw, mdni 18+, aged up characters, oil massages, fem!reader, oral!sex (f!receiving), heavy!praise pussy eating, finger fucking, overstimulation, squirting, spitting, needy and soft dom!bakugou.
katsuki is a good boyfriend, the best boyfriend. he prides himself on that fact and you know that it’s true too.
he’s always in tune with your needs and your moods— he’s a little more affectionate and full of praise when he can tell that you’ve had a good day, he’s playful and pinches your sides when he can tell that you need a little cheering up. and when your days are rough? he’s caring, the first person to scoop you into his arms and let you bitch about the coworker that stole your lunch or your project proposal. he does one of three things— make you dinner, run you a bath or offer you a massage. sometimes all three.
but today, when you’d walked through the door— clinging onto consciousness with your shoulders stiff as bolts and your eyes dropping with exhaustion, katsuki had taken one look at you from his seat on the couch and decided. “get naked ‘n on the bed in ten, baby. ‘m givin’ you a massage.”
bakugou already knows your favourite oils, the scent of lavender filling your bedroom as he heats a squeeze of the viscous liquid up between his molten hot palms— he smiles, slick and slow once he spots you in the middle your shared bed laid out bare for him and on your tummy. “you’re so pretty, baby,” he tells you, chest bristling with pride when you whimper out for him to touch you. to soothe your aches and pains away. “s’it okay for me to put my hands on ya? the oil’s hot, don’t wanna burn ya.”
Are we talking DILF Bakugou here? Just imagine that in his eyes you’re so sweet and innocent but he doesn’t want to be the one to corrupt you. He denies the way his cock throbs at the thought of taking away your innocence, thinking about making you do something so depraved but he will never mention it. He won’t be the one to force the subject, even though he can tell how tight you’d be around him, the way his thick cock would stretch your tightness out.
For now, he’s content with this. The blissful look on your face as he towers over you, the feeling of your plush thighs around him enough to keep him satiated. Alternating between cumming all over your front or straddling your chest to jerk himself off all over your face.
There’s just something about the way he pushes your legs together and wraps a large palm around your ankles, trapping his cock snugly between your thighs as he lets out a low groan. His tip dripping with pre as it dribbles against your abdomen, watching as it peeks through your thighs. The underside of his cock dragging against your clit with each roll of his hips as your silky walls flutter around nothing, desperately trying to pull him in. His full, heavy balls slapping against your slit with each forward movement. You want to feel him stretching you out, destroying your pretty little cunt... but he’s a stickler for the rules. He’s told himself he won’t do this, won’t be the one to corrupt you. Even though he’s itching to reach into his wallet and pull out the condom he keeps in there just in case. Your single bed creaking from his bulging frame as he pounds his cock between your thighs, watching the way your cute tits bounce with each thrust.
“You like that, yeah?” Bakugou smirks at the way you tease your bottom lip between your teeth, “Of course you do, always so needy for me.”
“Wanna feel you inside me, Katsuki.” You try to tempt him, just like every other time. Teasingly rolling your pebbled nipples between your fingers as you buck your hips against his length.
“I know you do, princess. But we can’t-” He rasps, your words making his cock throb, “I’d fuckin’ wreck you.”
“But what if I want you to wreck me, daddy?”
Good lord, you knew exactly what you were doing. You little minx. Your tone almost making him cum on the spot as his hips stuttered between your thighs. There was only so much longer he could continue being the good guy in this relationship, the desperation to feel your tight walls quivering around him, milking his cock, was becoming too much.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He growls, dropping your thighs as he moves to grab his jeans from your bedroom floor, already reaching for his wallet.
“No daddy, please-” You move your fingers down to your sopping folds, running your fingers through your slick as you part yourself invitingly for him, “You don’t need that- I’m on the pill.”
“Fuck,” Bakugou snarls, his nostrils flaring as he drops his wallet to the ground, fisting his meaty cock between a large palm as he runs the tip of his cock between your puffy folds for the first time. The swollen head catching against your tight entrance. Nowhere near being inside you and he can already feel just how tight you are, “Gonna fuck you into the shape of daddy’s cock, princess.”
NO BUT IMAGINE! virgin cowboy!Bakugou, who’s been happy enough alone tending to his farm and his horses. His friends coming round less and less as they find wives and start families but he tells himself he doesn’t need all that, he’s content and content is good.
Except he still goes to the competitions, still hangs out in the bar on weekends— and that’s the exact moment that you stumble into his life, quite literally. Tripping over your clean, pristine cowboy boots as you prop yourself up against the bar. Right beside where he’s nursing a whisky.
It’s not unusual for out of towners to come in for the competitions, watching bull rangling and horse riding can be exciting for those city folk who don’t get the same experiences in their contemporary cocktail bars. But you seem different, completely out of place, but different.
Grinning as you grab a cowboy hat, his cowboy hat, from the bar and place it on your head with a smile. Tipping it back as you turn to pose for him after ordering your drink, “How do I look?”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sweetheart.” He smirks, lifting the glass to his lips as he downs the drink in one. The comforting burn warming his throat on the way down as he turns in his stool to face you.
“Why?” You pout those glossy lips at him and he feels his cock stirring to life, throbbing against his worn jeans as it seeks friction against the rough denim. You had no idea.
“Don’t wanna be the one to tell you what it means when you wear a cowboy’s hat, sweetheart.”
You aren't quiet either, quite loud as you moan freely, cumming at the thought of your sexy boss hovering over top of you and thankfully not yelling out his name like you sometimes do.
Especially when he growls out loud enough for you to hear
"Is this why you're fuckin always late?"
Panicked you hang up the phone, ice water in your veins as your stomach sours. Your high ruined now at the thought of your boss hearing you. When you look at the call log you can see the call time for fifteen minutes.
Meaning he heard everything. Your vibrator before you switched to your hand, the sticky sounds your cunt made and your loud moaning.
Immediately your phone is ringing again, Bakugou Katsuki's contact information lights up the screen
Just imagine Katsuki being absolutely obsessed over his wife ((you)) like he can’t get enough of you and you find it rather funny watching women try to flirt with him cause you know for a fact that he has no eyes for anyone but you cause as his secretary tries her hardest to get Katsuki to look at her boobs he’s too busy staring down at you sitting between his knees with his cock in your mouth and telling her to get lost cause he’s busy
Oh my god, the idea of watching other women trying to flirt with him and you can’t even get mad because he makes it so obvious he’s completely and utterly obsessed with you.
Half the time after it happens you tell him, “Katsuki, you know that woman was flirting with you?” And he’s just like “That’s what that was? It was fuckin’ irritating.”
Like even the media could try and post dodgy paparazzi photos or storylines trying to cause a rift in yours and Bakugou’s relationship but it never works because you just know he’s only got eyes for you?
And the thought of someone in his office trying to flirt with him when it’s your lips wrapped around his cock? Oh my GOD.
So I just found out something that the female body can do when they're nursing a baby or they hear a baby crying. Their breasts leak milk when they hear a baby cry it's called milk let down. And I'm just giggling at the thought that bakugo would definitely try playing baby crying sounds on his phone or something just to get them breasts leak milk so he can taste them 😂
We’re going to pretend that the female body works like this when you’re not pregnant/it’s not your baby crying for the thirst.
Warnings: 18+, lactation, mentions of pregnancy, breeding.
It happened the first time you went to visit Kirishima’s child, gift basket in hand as you stepped into the living room. Kirishima scooping up his best friend, who most definitely did not want to be there, in a massive hug. It wasn’t that Bakugou didn’t want children, but the thought of them now, when your lives were so perfect felt redundant. And the loud screams coming from the tiny little bundle in his mothers arms was enough to clarify Bakugou’s mind. Wincing at the loud noise Bakugou shrank back as you moved closer, cooing down at the little baby as you took him into your arms.
“Look, Kats.” You murmured, listening as the small baby began to quieten down in your arms. Softly babbling as you turned your back to Bakugou so he could see the little child’s face.
“Yeah, cute.” He murmured, his hand squeezing your hip as you cooed over the boy.
Bakugou would admit you did look good holding a baby, and when the time was right he’d fuck as many into you as possible.
It happened for the first time that same evening, Bakugou heard you scream from your en-suite as he raced up the stairs three at a time. Shouldering his way into the room as he saw you standing in front of the counter with your bra hanging around your waist. Wet tears clinging to your thick lashes as he caught your reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles on the cups of your bra as you turned to face him.
“What happened?” His chest heaved as he took a step closer, noticing the pearly white liquid dribbling from your nipples.
“But they hurt.” You whined, blinking back tears as Bakugou’s cock began to throb in his pants. Reaching out a tentative thumb as he swiped it against one of your leaking nipples, lifting the pad to his lips to taste it. His eyes rolled back at be savoured the taste, a sultry groan vibrating from deep in his chest as he moved his palm back to your breast.
“Katsuki, what are you doing?” You gasped as he began to massage it softly, watching as more milk begin to leak out of you, creating pretty lines of white against your skin as he curved his body to lean down and take your nipple into his warm, wet mouth.
“‘m helping.” He murmured around your nipple as his cheeks hollowed, savouring your taste as he felt himself becoming addicted. If this was the life babies got to live he was ready to hang up his hero career and latch onto your perfect tits for the rest of his days, “I gotcha, sweetheart.”
The next day at the office Bakugou read up on the phenomena, and everything about it. Deciding to download a variety of baby noises, and grab some crying audios from Kirishima for good measure.
“I’m not sure why you want these, man. But here- he cries for his mum so much at night.”
“I can’t imagine why,” Bakugou grunted, thinking he’d cry as much as Kirishima’s baby if it meant being latched to your breast.
Coming home later that evening he strategically began to show you the videos Kirishima had sent him, making it seem as though you were looking at how much he’d grown, but Bakugou was watching your tits from the corner of his eye, wondering if you were going to ruin your shirt again.
Pushing you back onto the couch as he pulled your top over your tits, thumbs circling your darkened areolas as he watched the sensitive buds begin to glisten as they began to leak milk.
“You’re a menace,” You groaned, threading your fingers through his messy hair as he hummed around your breast, rutting his hips into your heat as he cleaned you up.
It was only by the third or fourth time you realised what he was doing, rolling your eyes as you heard the recording playing from his cell phone as he tried to look nonchalant shitting back on the couch.
“You gotta stop doing this, Katsuki.” You whined, “It’s embarrassing.”
“It’s fuckin’ sexy, is what it is.” He scoffed, “You got no idea, princess. It ain’t my fault you taste so damn good.”
“Stop,” Your face flushed as heat began to cling to your cheeks, rough palms reaching out for you as Bakugou pulled you down onto his lap.
“If you want me to stop playing the recordings I might have to fuck a baby in to you instead.” He grinned, “It’s the only way.”
You instinctively clenched your thighs together as his words sent a bolt of pleasure directly to your clit, a move that didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugou as he grinned up at you.
“These pretty tits look so good all full of milk.” He groaned, palming your ass as you shamelessly rut your hips against him. Already feeling fresh milk beginning to ooze from your tits as it began to stain your top.
Bakugou’s hands were quick to pull your shirt up as small dark stains began to taint the fabric, massaging the skin gently as milk dribbled down the curve of your tits and onto his lap in front of him, “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum you won’t have any choice but to be pregnant.”
!!!! the first time you meet bakugou, you don’t even realise who he is — probably making your way home on the subway and himself along with deku and shouto are forced to take it chasing after some low level criminal during their patrol. of course bakugou is complaining, screaming izuku’s ear off about how he should have been faster and caught the guy, about how if he had been put in charge then this mission would have been over with a long time ago.
“will you shut the fuck up? a grown ass man taking the subway and you hardly have any public decency. you’re scaring the kids with that loud ass voice of yours.” you hiss, tired and throwing it over your shoulder.
and of course, deku and shouto share a quiet laugh as to avoid getting berated by bakugou again while the man himself is red in the face, throat dry — not only because you’re pretty but probably because you’re the first person in the world to have ever told bakugou to keep quiet and he’s felt the need to do it. the way you’d barked out the command like he was a disobedient pup in training has something stirring in the heat of katsuki’s stomach. so he shifts, happy to have such baggy pants on his hero costume as he feels his cock twitch.
you get off at the next station, turning around once you’re on the platform— doe eyes widening because as the train speeds off you’ve realised you just cursed out the katsuki bakugou.
and after the trio apprehends the criminal, bakugou waddles back to the agency office with his thick cock tugged between his thighs— throbbing, smearing precum over skin beneath his suit. he can’t shred his clothes fast enough, slipping into the staff showers with your face at the forefront of his mind. katsuki’s been bricked up for hours, only relieved by hot water hitting his skin and the image of you telling him— commanding him to keep his mouth shut while he eats your cunt, and to behave when he cheekily nips at your thighs.
he groans, cumming into rough fingers wishing he knew your name so he could dedicate his body rattling orgasm to you, to you and the way you’d make him an obedient mess.
Personal headcanon that the first time you tell Katsuki you love him, you blurt it out during sex. Middle of a toe curling orgasm. Takes you a minute to come down a bit and realize what you said and you’re like ‘oh shit.’
Joke’s on you, you’re going to be overstimulated within an inch of your life because he wants to make you say it again and again.
(This is a hella long way of saying that while he has a very difficult time saying that phrase, he absolutely adores drawing it out of you)
But also I offer to you, saying I love you for the first time while he’s going down on you and eating you out like his last meal and Bakugou is so obsessed with the sound of it coming from your lips that he cums in his pants.
Only takes him a moment to recover before he’s feasting on your cunt again to try and get you to repeat it, even though you’re tugging at his hair and trying to get him to stop because it’s too much. His hips just rutting against the mattress as he feels his cock twitching again. Getting hard even though he’s all sticky and completely covered in his own cum.
It wasn’t often that Bakugou would allow you to see him like this, so vulnerable, so exposed. It made you feel special seeing him this way, a sight reserved especially for you. Restrained against the soft black sheets completely at your mercy.
The harsh realities of being a pro often took their toll on the number three hero, spending most days putting others before himself in order to protect the city. Putting their lives above his own as he fought to keep them safe, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
It was moments like this which allowed him to relax, to have someone put him first for once. To stop him thinking about everything and just let go—
“Does that feel good, Katsuki?” You whispered sweetly, warm hands stroking along his inner thighs. Nails gently raking against the sensitive skin as you felt goosebumps begin to follow your path, the strong muscles clenching as you neared your destination.
“I— shit, uh, yeah— fuck,” He choked out, hips stuttering as you ran a finger along his taint.
You liked when he was like this, unable to form a coherent response as he lay beneath you completely at your whim. His neglected cock lay flat from the sheer weight of it, leaking pre against his torso. He really was quite pretty like this, even with his eyes hidden beneath the white blindfold. You wished you could see his eyes right now, the way pearly tears would cling to his thick lashes as they soaked the white cloth around them.
Unable to resist leaning forward to run your tongue along the thick vein that followed the length of his cock, causing Bakugou’s hips to jerk against the mattress messily. Your touch barely enough, he needed more.
“You’re always so greedy, Katsu.” You mumbled, your tongue lapping at the pool of cum that glistened against his skin, dipping into the grooves of his muscles as you felt his thighs tense on either side of your body, squeezing together to try and pin you in place.
“Please, fuck-“ He choked, tugging at the restraints around his wrists. You knew he could escape the binds if he really wanted to, something he’d proved many times before— but he liked being like this.
Completely at your mercy.
“Please, what?” You smirked.
“Please touch me,” He groaned, his chest caving from desperation.
“But I am touching you, baby.” You hummed, a warm hand cupped his balls as he thrashed against the restraints, “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I— shit,” His pelvis tensed, “My cock. Touch my cock.”
He was so pretty like this, so pliant as you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. Causing Bakugou to hiss through gritted teeth as he felt your warm breath fanning against his length, just a slight cant of his hips could have the swollen tip buried deep inside your mouth. A thought that had him feeling lightheaded as his wrists tugged at his restraints, imagining pressing a palm to the back of your head to force you down on his cock. His nose scrunched beneath the blindfold as he exhaled at the sensation of the pad of your tongue swiping across the tip of his cock to taste the bead of pre that collected at his slit.
“Fuck yes,” He choked, hips snapping as the sudden movement had the tip of his cock bumping your nose.
“You always make me feel so good, Katsuki.” You cooed, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen head of his cock, feeling Bakugou twitch from the slight touch, “Let me make you feel good now, yeah?”
“Katsuki, they’re not staring-” You try to bring his attention back towards you with your palm on his cheek, but his eyes are still looking towards the little army of plushies that sit on your bed.
“Yes, they fuckin’ are.”
And now he’s reaching over to turn them around or throw them off the bed, despite your many protests. “Creepy little fuckers.”
“They’re not creepy, Kats. Your All Might action figures stare at us too, you know.”
“They’re not action figures, they’re collectibles.” He replies snootily, but his eyes then avert to the array of All Might figures that line his side of the room and he’s making you whine as he pulls out, cock bouncing as he walks away butt naked to go and turn around each figure.
HELPPPPPP bakugou nutting in seconds after putting his dick in w/o a condom.
all he did was eat u out beforehand and when he was just working his cock in he felt himself getting closer but thought he could hold out a little longer but the second he bottoms out he nuts
You know that moment where he reaches into his wallet and can’t find a condom, so he’s leaning over you to rifle through your bedside drawer and he finds an empty box and he’s frustrated now. Because he’s got a raging hard on and you’ve got no protection— but you’re pure sin the way you wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face towards yours and he finds his resolve wavering. It’s the way your bottom lip juts out the tiniest bit as you roll your hips up to meet his— silently pleading, begging for him and his resolve is gone.
“I’ll pull out.” He rasps, fingertips already dipping into the grooves of your hips as he settles back between your thighs. The swollen, drooling tip of his cock parting your folds as he presses against your tight entrance. Giving you a final look for affirmation as he pushes forward and oh fuck.
Since when were you so wet, warm, tight. He can feel his eyes rolling back into his skull as his grip on you becomes bruising. The restraint that Bakugou held inside him so easily in every aspect of his life now non-existent as he let the sensation of you take over. Your hips shifting beneath him as you willed him to move, to help fix the fire burning inside you.
“Don’t,” Bakugou rasps between gritted teeth, pinning you to the bed as he tries to calm down.
“Please, Katsuki.”
Oh, fuck. Why’d you have to go and say his name like that. The word sounding like a choir of angels singing as it left your pretty, pouty lips. His lips parting in a grunt from deep in his chest as his thick cock throbs, his climax catching him off guard as his his hips stuttered. Spilling his hot, milky seed inside your tight cunt as he tries his best to exercise restraint, trying to will his body back but he can’t. The draw of your sinful body too much for him now, why the fuck had he ever used condoms and denied himself this?
Even after his mind numbing climax Bakugou still can’t bring himself to leave your warmth, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own as he tries to blink back the white spots that blank his vision. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum in seconds like a needy virgin— your cunt even wetter, warmer now his cum was mixed with yours. His cock keeping you plugged with his release as he tries to maintain control. Expecting his cock to soften after his intense climax but he’s still fucking hard.
“Katsuki,” There you go again saying his name like that. He was trying to exercise every ounce of restraint he had, and yet he still managed to cum in seconds.
“Fuck,” He grunts, “Shit— give me a second.” Now he’s torn from pulling out to watch his cum seep from your hole fucked into the shape of his cock or ramming his cum deeper inside you— hearing the lewd squelch of it.
“‘m sorry,” He groans, restraint finally taking over as he pulls out of your pretty pussy. Groaning as his cum immediately follows, spilling out of you and trickling a trail down your ass. He can’t stop himself from reaching forward, his thumbs parting your folds so he can watch himself slowly leaking out of you.
There’s no way he can wear a condom again, not after the sight of this.
katsuki would vehemently deny being a virgin when you first got together, but it’s just so obvious in how he handles you. he’s almost shy to touch you, his cheeks turning bright red when he sees you topless for the first time and his hands shaking when you tell him that he can touch you.
Imagine starting to think he doesn’t want you because you’ve been dating forever and he hasn’t once tried to take things further? Every time your hands begin to wander during make out sessions he breaks away and takes you home or ends the date early. But you don’t realise that he had to leave early because you made him cum in his pants and you’d barely even touched him—
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