Overstimulation but with bkg (your the one overstimming him) 😋😋
+18 , overstim
bakugo often did long days at work, especially recently. he had to travel a lot to the other side of the city, then fight what ever criminals he encountered, and then come back home to you. to say it simply : his days were most of the time exhausting.
that was why he needed personal, extreme rituals of relaxation now and then. which you provided, obviously.
your hand was traveling down your husband’s pale, swollen pecs, nails trailing the edges of his abdominal muscles that twitched under your touch. bakugo was laying on your shared bed, cheeks flushed, those wild blond locks clinging to the humidity that was his forehead.
”fuck - ah - ” he half grunted, half moaned, as your palm finally reached the skin of his pelvis that was already covered in cum. you had forced two orgasms out of him at this point, third on the way.
bakugo looked down at you with his red, hooded eyes, teeth biting into his lower lip. he had given silent permission for you ages ago to bring him to this state of both pain and bliss. in fact, he often asked you to do this, because in his words, bakugo needed to ’zero himself from all the bullshit he had to deal with daily’. yup. anything but admitting the guy was a fucking sub.
you slowly moved to straddle him, your hand wrapping around that thick throbbing girth, veins all pulsing and tip red to the point of bursting. the contact made him twitch, his hand finding your thighs to hold onto something.
”shh, relax. you haven’t even been inside of me yet and you’re this sensitive? tsk” you scolded gently, nearly a devious smirk on your lips. bakugo scoffed, fighting the urge to moan.
”brat. goddamn ride me already, then” he huffed through gritted teeth.
you didn’t waste more time with him. you lifted your hips and slowly sunk down on his tip, then shaft, then to the point you felt the now cold cum clinging to your groin.
bakugo let out a loud breath, his whole body trembling from the tight heat that wrapped around his sensitive cock. his fingers sunk into your skin, and even he wasn’t sure if he tried to bring you further down or push you away.
you started to slowly move, making sure that you took him balls deep every time. you felt him desperately twitching inside of you, his hands now definitely trying to push you off.
”fuck - ’s - can’t -” a crack in his voice. you chuckled, knowing that was your sign to speed up your movements.
bakugo let out a small sound that mimicked a whimper, the blush of his cheeks spreading down to his neck and chest. sweat perfectly migrated between his tits, that familiar smell of burnt caramel (and sex) filling the room.
you felt bakugo bottoming you out with every bounce, which was extremely satisfying for you. but even more satisfying was the desperate, needy look that twisted into his face now. small tears welled in his eyes - tears of overstimulation and primal arousal.
you tightened your walls around him on purpose and smirked wider, trying to milk another orgasm out of him. you knew he was close, by the way bakugo’s legs literally shook under you.
”ah - can’t cum anymore - fuck -” he panted, the crack of desperation evident again.
you reached down to cup his cheek in reassurance, thumb softly grazing the tear off his skin.
”you can, kats. do it, for me” you cooed. the pupils of his eyes widened further, eyebrows arching in desperation.
after a few more bounces, bakugo convulsed under you. even the muscles that he didn’t know existed trembled. he moaned out your name and clenched his jaw to the point of nearly cracking as his cock violently twitched and pulsed inside of you.
you felt the throbbing inside your tight walls, but barely anything came out anymore. it was mostly a dry orgasm, since he had already cummed so much earlier. however, from the state of pure eternal bliss he was in, it seemed like the best orgasm of that evening.
bakugo sure had weird ways to reach that meditative state of peace. but you provided that for him, which was everything he needed.
