whatever she wants || katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
based off the Bryson Tiller song 🤤
warning!: oral!fem receiving, overstim, cum eating, profanity, unprotected piv, reader gets called mommy, bakugou gets called daddy twice, spanking, crying, drooling, choking, cream pie. pls lmk if I missed anything!
katsuki bakugou loves his woman more than anything. always putting her first.
even when she makes him frustrated by giving him attitude, he gives her anything she wants, like, buying her designer, paying for her nails, and most importantly, fucking her until she cries.
four hours. that's how long you've been getting absolutely wrecked by bakugou.
it started with you getting ready for a night out. you were supposed to meet up with mina tonight for drinks. you played with your freshly salon styled hair, wore a top that pushed up your chest perfectly and skirt that barely covered your ass.
you regularly pampered yourself. spending your days shopping, getting mani pedis, decorating you and katsuki's luxury skyline apartment, and getting all pretty for your sexy muscular boyfriend to come home.
you beat your face with makeup like you did everyday. all high end products stacked on your huge vanity that bakugou had custom made when you complained your other one was “too small”.
finishing up your lashes, you hear the apartment door slam open. you were hoping to leave before bakugou gets home and bitches at you about your over revealing outfit.
applying your lip liner as a finishing touch you smile at yourself in the mirror. standing up to view yourself fully in the huge mirror facing your king sized bed.
you hear the bedroom door creek open, bakugou's heavy footsteps creeping over to you. he drops his grenades on the ground, dark eyes set on you.
“fuck baby, lookin all pretty.. this f'me?” he stares in awe, wrapping his large arms around you.
“no kats, im going out tonight. remember?” you smiled sweetly up at him, pulling back from his hold to smooth out your skirt.
he pouted and almost whined. hands immediately finding your waist and wrapping himself around you.
“c'mon sweets, i'll call racoon eyes and tell her you're sick.” he mumbles against your neck, sending vibrations all the way down to your thighs.
you shiver, already feeling yourself getting weak. you tried to pry him off, telling him that you have been planning this night for weeks.
but instead you ended up naked on the bed letting bakugou eat you out like you're his first and last meal.
“ngh, fuck kats!” you squirm in his grasp, the heels of your feet digging into his thick back. he held your thighs apart to keep them from closing in on his head.
he grinded down on the mattress, matching the rhythm to which he was softly flicking his tongue across your clit.
he moaned into your pussy, whispering sweet praises to you as you gripped harshly at his hair.
“doin so good f'me, baby.. tastin so sweet” he mumbled into your clit, his spit dripping down your perineum and onto the sheets making a damp spot.
you've been here for 30 minutes, grinding against his face as he toys with your sweet spot over and over again.
after a hour, your 3rd orgasm crashes down on you. he doesn't stop until you're begging for him to fuck you. squeezing your thighs around his head.
“fuck sweets im sorry, you just taste so good. can't get enough of this pussy.” he smirks, sticking two fingers inside of you to gather your cum.
he pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean. letting out a guttural moan as he sits up to kiss your cheek.
“katsuki, need you s'bad!” you cried, small tears running down your face. he cooed at you, wiping your tears with his thumb.
“i know baby, gonna give it to you. gonna make you feel so good.” he groans, running his hand through his hair as he watches you under him.
he pulls down his boxers, seven inches of hard thickness hitting his pelvis. a bead of pre cum spilling out of his pink tip.
you drool at the scene, feeling yourself getting wetter, if that was even possible. you lean forward, reaching towards his dick. he pushes you down softly, shaking his head.
“nah baby, let me do the work tonight.” he says as he lifts your legs, pressing the back of them into his chest.
he lines himself up and slowly pushes in. “big stretch sweets..” he whispers out as he watches himself disappear deeper into you.
you moan, gripping onto his biceps. your nails leaving dent marks that make him groan quietly.
“sh-shit! i can't take it, kats! s'too big!” you plead, back arching off the bed. you feel so full. despite getting stretched out every night, it never gets easier.
“shhh, you can take it, baby. you always do. be a good girl yeah?” he says sweetly, focusing on letting you adjust before moving. it's taking everything in him to hold back, his urges trying to get the better of him.
it takes a minute, but you nod. you clench around him and he takes the hint. he slowly starts moving, thrusting into you deep, hitting your g-spot.
loud moans rip from your throat, eyes squeezing shut out of instinct. bakugou's jaw clenches, moaning with you as he fastens his pace.
the sound of his balls slapping against your ass and combined moaning is echoing around the room.
he's been fucking you in a mating press for thirty minutes. you were already fucked out, brain was mush. your long nails scratching up his back, leaving long red marks all over him.
he watched you closely, how you clenched around him, how your eyes were having trouble staying open, and especially how your tits moved up and down with every snap of his strong hips.
katsuki looked like a fucking God. the soft lamp light reflecting off his skin. he had a sheer layer of sweat on him, working his quirk just right. the slight smell of caramel flooding your senses. his hair was all messy from his long patrol today, flying in the air and getting tugged on by you.
your eyes traced his body, how fucking built and muscular he was. you wanted to lick him, suck him, bite him. all the scars on him made you gush all over.
“f-fucking hot, daddy..” you whimper as you drag your hand over the scar on his cheek, smiling like you had won the lottery. well, essentially you did.
he pulled out, making you huff and whine. you were so close to your 5th orgasm of the night..
“hey! i was gonna cum ka- hey!” you argued and yelped as he flipped you like a coin. in half a second you were on your stomach. bakugou's big hands grabbing your hips to pull your ass all the way up.
one hand leaves your hips to push on the small of your back, letting your chest fall into the mattress.
he grabs your ass, spreading your cheeks and groaning. he landed a loud smack! on your ass, causing you to whimper and recoil as he chuckled.
he picked up his dick again, teasing you by rubbing his unwrapped tip all over your folds. slapping it over your hole that dripped your own cum.
“you want this dick baby? gotta beg for it.” he smiled like a villain while claiming he's a hero. you whined and shook your ass against him, silently begging.
he landed another smack down onto you.
“fucking beg or im finishing in the bathroom.” he barked into your ear, leaning down on top of you, feeling his body on your back.
he was hot. sexy and felt like a million degrees. you tried to push him off but you couldn't. he was too strong.. laughing as you struggled under him.
“please katsuki don't stop! i'll be so good for you.” you sobbed, begging with everything you had, barely getting air from him laying on you.
he sat up and smacked your ass once, twice, three times. he huffed in annoyance.
“that’s not what you called me a minute ago. what’s my fucking name sweet girl?” he sounded almost amused now. changing his emotions with the snap of his fingers.
you whined into the pillow once more, just wanting to finish. not expecting him to go all out on you. you caught your breath again and huffed.
“please daddy.. lemme cum please..” you said in the sweetest voice, he thought he was fucking an angel.
“whatever you want..” he whispered before easing back into you again. groaning and panting at the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly.
he picked up the pace immediately, not giving you a second to adjust again. he spread your cheeks again, spitting on his dick so he can move inside a little easier.
“ngh- fuck baby.. feels so good.. holy shit” he moaned from his throat, his adams apple bobbing. he keeps his left hand on your hip, his right moving to the back of your head, pushing it into the pillow to keep you still.
you kept your ass lifted as best as you could. drool and tears covered your face and pillow as he drilled into you.
the feeling of his hips hitting your ass, his dick plunging you at just the right angle, you could barely breathe at this point. no words could come out, you can't even think.
he counted every minute, every time you begged him for.. what exactly? you never said but he knew. it was to not stop, to keep making you cum. what he does best.
30 minutes of making the headboard shake was enough for him. he wrapped his arms around yours, hoisting you up to sit on his dick, his chest to your back.
he grabbed your face, making you look at him. your lipstick was smudged, eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks and blurred all over your eyes. you looked like a fucking mess.
it took everything in him not to cum at the sight of you. he gripped your throat, letting you just sit on his dick whilst he thrusted his hips up and down. did this count as an ab work out? hes counting it.
you couldn't even hold yourself up, trying your hardest to keep your body in your own possession. he knew you were limp from the minute he started fucking you, but he promised to make you feel so fucking good.
he stopped being sweet to you the second he stopped eating your puffy pussy. he tried, he really did he promises. but when he has the prettiest girlfriend in the entire world who has the best pussy? he cant control himself.
30% of him thinks with his heart. the other 70% thinks with his dick. always trying to please you even if that means keeping you inside. he doesn't care. he knows its possessive but he needs you. needs you home for him to take everything he gives you. after he gives you that beautiful designer bracelet.
and when he finally plans on bringing you out of the country. to rent a private villa. to dress you in pretty clothes. to take you to the beach. and to slip a fucking rock on your finger. and to come home and keep fucking you. every single night.
your crying snaps him back to reality. drool continuing to drip down your chin. your eyes rolling back as you subconsciously fall forward. he smirks and drops you, letting you lay there like a doll.
you pick up your head, turning your neck to face him. thinking he's finally done. hoping so. you whine as you figure out your wrong as he gets up and drags you into another position.
curse bakugou and his stupid idea of putting your large mirror that was supposed to be for looking at your outfits in front of your bed.
“its so much easier to put it here than on the side of the bed baby.” he said months ago when you had first moved in together. promising you it would make the room look better.
you realized his true intentions when you open your eyes and you were once again face down ass up and you saw yourself.
you were about to come again for the.. who fucking knows anymore? you saw his reflection in the mirror. all sweaty and moving his hair out of his face.
slipping his dick back in you with ease. he grabbed your hair, lifting you slightly. he laid down on you, letting himself thrust deeper. he let go of your hair once he was pressed against your wet back.
he grabbed your throat again, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. you saw his face as he moaned and groaned at the feeling of your pussy.
it had been 15 minutes like this. every time your eyes closed for more than a second he gripped harder on your throat, making you gasp as you lost air.
he was close, you both could tell. his pace started to falter, getting sloppy. he never did anything sloppy. thats how he stayed a top 5 hero. precision was his motto. only time he got sloppy was when he was determined to fill your pussy with his cum.
he panted in your ear, whines slipping out. “oh fuck baby.. m'so close. please let me cummmnghh! wanna fill you up mommy..”
he begged you. you always let him, and he knew. you couldn't even speak, barely think as you came again.
he moaned with tears in his eyes as he came. pumping his load inside of you. he laid there for a second before pushing himself up.
you laid there limp. there was nothing else you could do. he grabbed a warm wet washcloth, flipping you onto your back. he gently wiped you up, not missing a single crevice.
you could finally think again. you reached your hand up to trace his face. a sweet smile returning on your face.
“was it worth canceling on pinky hm?” he smirked down at you. teasing was his love language if you couldn't tell.
you rolled your eyes and nodded. your stomach growled. you hadn't eaten dinner since he had you in 3 different positions.
“c'mon baby i'll get you dressed and order you whatever you want.” he looked at you like you were a hopeless animal.
you shook your head and pointed to the bathroom. “bath” you groaned out as he helped you stand. you were all wobbly.
he laughed at you and poked at your cheek. “damn baby, want me to hit it in the shower?” he teased you again, making you frown and smack his arm.
let's just say you'd cancel plans every day if it means he could fuck you like that every night.
