Retired!Simon
Smut 18+ part two to this, filthy smut, pwp, filthy filthy filthy, age gap, overstim, FILTHY, pussy slapping, throat fucking, oral (both)
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You text the number the moment you come home. Fuck seeming desperate or so, you'd be damned if you let the best fuck of your life get away. Fingers a bit trembly from excitement, just a simple 'hey'. You stare at the screen for a minute before putting your phone away. Like he'd reply that fast.
He must have been like forty or so, good chunk older than you. Crows feet around his eyes when he smiled - whatever one would could call the expression similiar to a semblance of a friendly intent he gave you before leaving you wrecked in the bathroom. Didn't even catch his name before he had your skirt pulled off, hand grabbing into the fat of your ass, roughly.
His touch still phantoms your body. Handling you like he's known you all his life, pushing, prodding, around the curves of a girl young enough to get questioning stares if seen together outside. Maybe you even would be desperate enough to just call him. Maybe that's excatly what he wanted, making you beg for it, knowing how those fifteen minutes were more than a quick fuck for something so young and inexperienced as you. Mean. But you like it in some way. The game of cat and mouse had long begun before you knew you were part of it.
No answer for three days and you're jumpy. Always looking at your phone, biting your lips, ignoring the achy pain in your cunt that was begging for relief. But your vibrator wasn't cutting it anymore, barely able to push you over the edge and no gratification with it. You just can see those honeyed brown eyes of his, nursing a drink in the evening while reading over your simple text, asking when you'd break.
You hope he would show up on the golf course again, maybe you'd recognise his friends and ask them a few things. Anything to give you a sense of control in whatever you had entered. It doesn't get as far, because on the fourth night your thumb has its own plans and before you know the phone rings. Once, twice, thrice. Then finally the thick, accented voice comes through, your thighs clenching, a burst of joy rushing through your body.
"Already missin' me, doll?"
He was enjoying it way too much.
"H-hey."
Butterflies in your stomach and you lightly slap yourself to get yourself together.
"Didn't reply to my text, so thought I'd call."
"Yeah? What can I do for ya?"
Smug bastard. Like he didn't know.
"Hoped I could see you again."
Your hand laid open.
"Hm. A straightforward one, aren't you, doll. Atta girl."
You hear glass clanking on the other side of the line. He did seem like a whiskey type of man.
"Whenever you want to."
Of course he'd say that.
"Right now?"
Maybe your pussy was doing the talking for you.
"That desperate f'me?"
A soft chuckle on his side.
"Alright, get your pretty ass here."
Didn't expect that to work. Maybe you weren't the only one needing this.
"Where do you live?"
"I'll send you a cab."
"T-thanks."
"One more thing."
You pause in your movement, already scurrying to get changed into something more presentable.
"Simon's the name. Remember it. Gonna be screaming it a lot tonight."
"S-simon..."
You cry out, hips trembling as his thick cock slides out slowly. A gush of slick pools around your ass but you don't nearly have enough braincells to care about the ruined bed, tears streaming down down your cheeks.
"p-please..."
His bulbous tip smacks your clit and your eyes roll back.
"Please what?"
"L-let me cum."
Of course he had been edging you all night, eating you out only to pull away once your back arched up and you were babbling his name like a prayer. His thick cock had sank in, wrecking your cunt, a thumb on your clit only giving you light strokes every now and then. Your folds were sticky, glistening, the amount of juices he had forced out of you made you want to cry. You had been so frustrated the past days, nothing feeling good and now that you were so close, he only bullied your poor cunt until she was swollen, crying all over him.
"Why should I?"
"P-please..."
His cock sinks back in and your lip wobbles. God it felt so good but it wasn't enough. Not when he was moving so slowly, hands sunk into the fat of your chest almost painfully. Your clit was throbbing from the onslaught of feelings, clenching, begging for more. You must look pathetic, lying there in that mating press, soaking through everything, your panties lying somwhere, ripped apart.
"Gotta work for it, doll."
It was burning between your legs. You were going crazy, fat drops of slick hitting the expensive rug unter your knees while he was feeling his fat cock down your tiny throat. Your eyes weren't focused anymore and you don't know if you were even breathing, dizzy enough that your head felt empty, static.
"Look at your poor throat. 's all stretched out, eh? Body too small for my cock?"
He gives you a mean thrust and you gag around him, more tears rolling out your eyes. Your hands were gripped into his muscular thighs, not knowing if to push away or endure so maybe he'd give you what you needed. Not like you'd manage to actually pull away, his hand on the back of your head, making you move up and down his length.
"Like taking older men's cock into your mouth? Making good use of every hole you got."
His words were gasoline to the fire inside you. Every time your cunt clenched, you could hear, hear the squelching that came with it, like his cock had gaped you enough over the hour he had just sat inside you and played with your body.
"Oh yeah, you love it. Dirty cunt's ruined for any other man, eh? Might as well get my name tattooed on there."
He finally pulls out, the relief of being able to properly breathe again barely important compared to finally have his cock stretching out your wall again. He makes you crawl back onto the bed and spread your legs so he could inspect the damage he's done, sinking in three fingers with no resistance.
"You'd really do anythin' for me to fuck you properly, eh?"
All you can do is whimper weakly, clenching your cunt.
His palm comes flat down, delivering a light slap onto your folds and you cry out. Again, he starts slapping your pussy, making loud plapping squelches echo off his room while you try to scurry away from the pain, screaming out his name in hopes he's stop.
"Ah, no, no running away, doll."
A hand on each leg pulling you back down.
"You want to cum?"
"Y-y-yes..."
You gargle out, feeling the knot building, hot embarrassment washing over you, knowing what was coming. He spit onto your cunt, glob of saliva running down, feeling cool against your reddened folds. Then he started again, sharp slaps against your cunt, grazing your poor clit, making you flinch every time the sharp pain burned so good against you. And the coil built up again, growing and growing, vining up your torso until you were crying out his name every time his hand made contact with your poor body.
“Here we go.”
A strong gush of liquid drenches him, your body shaking, lips opened in an attempt to scream and he starts fucking his fingers into you. A second gush comes right after, your thighs wet and slippery, your body engulfed in blazing bliss, your eyes rolling so far back, you swear you were seeing the back of your skull.
“Atta girl. C’mon, do it again.”
Another slap and more liquid just explodes out your wrecked body. He’s got you on your tummy moments later, cock slipping in and his pace picks up. Quick, brutal, like he did in the bathroom, he pummels your pink hole until you were sure she would never ever want another man inside. Strokes that hit your cervix, punched the air out of your lungs, the slickness your clit was pressed into every time his body weight slammed into you bordering on painful.
“Getting your cunt ruined by some old man. You ought to respect yourself some more, eh?”
Your thighs starts to tremble again. You let out a strained moan, fingers holding onto his wrist like he’d slow down if you did. A few more strokes and you feel him nestling his load right under your womb.
“Fuckin’ good pussy. Best one so far.”
You think he’d let you stay like that, tummy down on his dirty bed, finally giving you rest. But the moment he pulls out, he puts your limp body onto his lap, hand on your chest, groping and occasionally sinking a finger or so into you to push his seed back into you.
“You still want to cum? Still want my fingers in that dirty hole o’yours?”
You whine weakly, trying to shake your head no.
“Yeah? Alright.”
And he starts back at zero, three fingers in your cunt, brutal pace, until you were emptied all over again, his seed now spread across your lower half as all you manage is gargle out pleas of his name and some incoherently strung together syllables. The next orgasm makes you question if you were still alive. There was a constant dribble of slick running out your cunt, your clit swollen two twice its size, the firm slap of his palm felt in your entire nervous system.
The has the audacity to press a kiss against your soft lips, once he’s done. A hot towel cleaned you up and his arms carried you over to another room. You were out of it and the moment you smelled fresh sheets and a blanket was pulled over you, you enter the deepest slumber of your life.
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
yeah he’d love this and i’m doing lil hc style cus i wanna
⋆˙⟡ he’d love when you get all flustered in public and curl into his side and bury your head in his shoulder
⋆˙⟡ he’d tease you to no end just to see your eyes go wide and if he says something particularly nasty you whine so softly but he can see the way your thighs squish and how you press yourself against him
⋆˙⟡ takes you to parties and when the two of you are dancing he’ll grind himself against you until you’re panting and tugging on his arm
⋆˙⟡ loves to finger you cus then he can watch your face and talk you through it cus he knows how you get
“c’mon look at me, sweet baby. tell me how it feels, she’s squeezing around me and leaking all over my hand.”
“ha- hanta mmmf!” you turn your head to the side, grinding against his hand.
“uh-uh.” he tugs your chin to look at him.
and he’ll rub your sensitive clit at the same time and he watch every drop of pleasure run across your face
⋆˙⟡ eating you out bc he loves it of course but the sounds you make and the way you push his forehead away and smush your thighs around his head but the next second you’re tugging his hair and grinding your slick pussy across his face - the day you sit on his face he swears he’s ascended
⋆˙⟡ missionary or mating press !!!! he loves to watch your face and gets all fake pouty when you cover your face with your hands or arms as he’s fucking you
“‘s not fair baby, lemme see you.” “don’t be embarrassed i love when you leave that cute creamy ring round me, tells me you love me.”
he leans down and you peek at him.
“move these hands or i’m taping em to the headboard.”
⋆˙⟡ and he does tape your hands to the headboard when fucking !!
⋆˙⟡ and god he’ll tape up your ankles too and hold a vibrator right to your clit and watch you cum over and over, unable to hold back your moans, you’re his pretty girlfriend who he just loves to watch fall apart
can you please do that reader and bakugo are together when he becomes the number one hero, what will reader surprise him with???
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: 18+; smut (p in v; handcuffs; face riding; fingering; 69ing; masturbating in front of s/o; fingering; handjob; bakugou’s lowkey a sub and then later isn’t, later he’s lowkey mean; sorta kinda cockwarming; breeding kink if you really squint; a lot happens idk if i’m missing anything); marriage; mention of kids
⋆ WORD COUNT: 3.7K
A/N: this was wild to write and what’s even wilder was the fact that i wrote this in between studying for my civil rights litigation final. also this fic exists in a world where y/n and bakugou didn’t get divorced (since he became number one when they were divorced)
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Bakugou had gotten home much later than he would have liked that day. Technically it wasn’t his fault; how was he supposed to have known everyone at his agency would throw him a small surprise party for becoming the number one hero? Bakugou was beyond surprised, especially since he had returned to his agency absolutely exhausted after a long day of patrolling.
As nice as it was, the whole time Bakugou just wanted to go home, to spend time with his kids and you of course.
So he was shocked when he opened the front door to your family home and the lights had been switched off. When Bakugou turned them on, he frowned when he realized Katsuo and Suki weren’t running up to him excitedly like they usually did when he came home. It wasn’t even that late either. He had gotten used to Katsuo jumping into his arms and Suki clinging to his leg, only being three years old and still wanting to show how happy she was to see her father back home. And then there was you, who always stood back and smiled as you watched your kids dote on their father and only once Bakugou was able to calm them down did you walk up to him and give him a kiss.
So where the hell were you and the kids?
“Y/N?” Bakugou called out, checking the dining room and the kitchen for any sign of your presence. Nothing.
Bakugou pulled his phone out from his pocket and speed dialed your number. When you didn’t pick up was when the panic kicked in.
A million and one thoughts ran through Bakugou’s head as he kicked his boots off and ran upstairs. When he checked both Katsuo and Suki’s rooms and saw they weren’t in bed, the pit in his stomach grew bigger and bigger.
He pushed the door to your shared bedroom wide open, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched the pitch black room. Before Bakugou could turn the lights on to see if you had vanished as well, the door closed behind him.
“What the fuck?” Bakugou said, and he tensed up when he heard shuffling and movement behind him. His instincts kicked in and when he felt a hand on his back he grabbed the person’s hand and put his other hand to their neck, pushing them down and pinning them to the bed.
The person yelped and Bakugou froze. He recognized the sound. He reached over to turn your night lamp on and he let out a sigh of relief when he saw you beneath him. He didn’t even have time to register the fact that your hair was done, your makeup perfected and you were only in a silk bathrobe.
“Is that any way to treat your biggest fan?” You asked him with an innocent smile.
“Y/N, what the hell,” Bakugou said angrily, removing his hold on you against the bed. “I thought somethin’ happened to you. Where’re the kids?”
You stood up and pushed him back onto the bed and Bakugou watched as you crawled onto his lap so you were straddling him. “Shh,” you cooed, putting a finger to his lips. “You ask too many questions, Dynamight.”
Bakugou blinked at you in confusion. He was too busy wondering what the hell was going on that he didn’t see your hand slip into the thin pocket of your robe and you reached around him. Your face was inches away from his and he was too preoccupied staring at your plump, painted lips to realize you had put his wrists together and a “click” sound broke him away from the trance you had put him in.
“The fuck?” Bakugou said, attempting to pull his wrists apart. You had handcuffed him.
You chuckled, and stood back up. You pushed his legs apart so you were right in between them as you slowly unraveled the knot of your bathrobe, letting it fall to the ground. Bakugou choked on his breath. You were wearing a lingerie set, one similar to the one you wore for the photos from his gift for getting into the top 3 of the Hero Charts but this set was orange and black. His colors.
You raised a hand to his face, tracing your fingers along his jawline. “I’ve been told your kids are okay and safe with their grandparents. Your wife wanted me to let you know she wanted to celebrate your new ranking so she called me. To… take care of you.”
Bakugou smirked, his muscles relaxing once he knew for sure his children were safe. This was all a deliberate plan by you, all for him, and just knowing that made Bakugou’s dick hard in his pants. “My wife called you, huh?”
You nodded, taking a step closer. You ran your fingers in his hair and Bakugou was so enamored by you, he didn’t anticipate your other hand pressing against his crotch, your palm grinding down on his dick.
“She wanted me to thank you for all your hard work,” you whispered into his ear. You slowly unzipped his pants. “And for keeping everyone in Japan safe.”
He choked on his breath when your hand dipped down inside his boxers, pulling the fabric down enough so his cock sprung out. You smirked down at him, red lips upturned as you wrapped your hand around his length, pumping him slowly in your hand. “Fuck,” he cursed breathlessly.
You leaned down and kissed him, forcing your tongue into his mouth as you swallowed his moans. It was always Bakugou who had you groaning and choking on your breath so to have the positions flipped made Bakugou beyond shocked. He had to pull away as he gasped for breath. The sensation of your hand moving up and down his length coupled with your lips swallowing his every sound was too much.
“W-What do I call you?” He sputtered. You had gone through such lengths to come up with this elaborate scheme, it was only right that Bakugou went along with it.
“You can call me whatever you want, handsome,” you said in the sweetest voice you could muster. “I’m all yours tonight.”
Bakugou panted as his hands clenched into fists behind his back, his nails digging into his palms. If it weren’t for the restraints he would’ve grabbed you and despite every one of his instincts wanting to pin you into the bed and fuck you until you passed out, seeing this side of you, this domineering side that was about to make him come just from your hand in a matter of seconds, aroused him more than he ever would’ve known it would.
“Are you close, baby?” You asked, cocking your head as your eyes scanned his face. Your pace quickened as your hand moved up and down on his cock, your grip tightening and making him groan.
“Yes,” Bakugou said in between breaths.
You leaned forward, your lips practically brushing his. “Are you gonna be a good boy and come for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” Bakugou gasped and your pace quickened, his cock twitching in your palm.
Then you suddenly loosened your grip from around him and took a step back. Bakugou felt like he had whiplash, the sensation of being on the verge of climaxing dying down but his cock was still rock hard, aching and leaking with precome and twitched ever so slightly as he begged to be touched.
“Baby, what the hell?” Bakugou said, his chest rising and falling as he stared at you in disbelief.
You brought a hand to caress his cheek, your thumb brushing against his bottom lip. “I can’t just make things too easy for you just because you’re the number one hero now.”
You brought your hands behind your back, your fingers swiftly unclasping your bra and letting the clothing drop to the floor. You also unlatched the piece of lace that covered your crotch and Bakugou stared hungrily at you, his mouth practically watering. “Fuck.”
He could see how wet you were even with the dim light and from where he was sitting. “Lemme get a taste, baby.”
You shook your head as you walked around the bed, sitting yourself on the edge and an arm’s length away from him. “You have to earn it first.”
Bakugou let out a breathless laugh. “C’mon, I’m number one. Isn’t that enough?”
“No, sweetheart,” you said as you spread your legs in front of his, giving him the perfect view on your glistening pussy. “I’m gonna make you work for it.”
Bakugou swallowed as he watched your hand dip in between your legs, two fingers rubbing on your clit. “Fucking hell,” Bakugou said under his breath.
You let out a moan, throwing your head back as your hips rocked against your hand. Bakugou’s lips parted in awe as he watched you pleasure yourself. He couldn’t recall a time he ever even saw you touch yourself or a time where he caught you in the act. Sure, you’ve talked about fucking yourself when you missed him while he was away on missions but he never thought he’d see the day when you’d be sitting in front of him the way you were in that moment.
You slid two fingers inside of yourself, whimpering as you undulated your fingers. “Dynamight,” you moaned and Bakugou cocked pulsed.
“Baby, please,” Bakugou said, and right when he was about to slide closer to you, so desperately wanting to bury his head between your legs, you pushed him away with your foot.
“No. Only watching, no touching,” you said in between breaths.
“Y/N, please–”
“Your wife isn’t here,” you said, cutting him off. You used your free hand to prop yourself up as you got closer and closer to climaxing. Your fingers curled around the sheets and Bakugou was so hard his dick was starting to hurt.
Bakugou just watched in hungry amazement as you continued to moan his hero name, rocking yourself against your fingers as you quickly came. Bakugou clenched his fists so hard his nails dug into his palms that they stung and he knew he was probably bleeding.
You caught your breath as you came down from your high. You watched him with careful eyes, pulling your fingers out of yourself. “You’ve been such a good boy, baby. Do you want a reward?”
Bakugou nodded so vigorously his head hurt and you smirked, crawling towards him until you were right beside him. “Open wide.”
Bakugou obliged and parted his lips and you slid your fingers into his mouth and he moaned as he sucked and licked your come off your fingers. You watched in satisfaction as he licked them clean, pulling your fingers out of his mouth. “How’d that taste?”
“So fucking good,” Bakugou said, his own spit coating his lips.
“Good. I’ll give you more of a taste. Lie down,” you ordered him, pointing to the center of the bed.
Bakugou didn’t hesitate as he laid on his back, his hands still cuffed and behind his back. It was uncomfortable to be lying on his hands but he didn’t give a damn at that moment. You moved closer to him, looking down at him. “You wanna taste more?”
“Fuck yes,” Bakugou sputtered.
You reached out and wrapped your hand around his length again, pumping him slowly. “How badly do you wanna taste this pussy? Tell me how bad you want it, sweetheart.”
“Fuck, I wanna taste you so damn bad, baby. Please let me taste you,” Bakugou practically begged.
You smirked, brushing the hairs stuck to his forehead from his own sweat back. “I didn’t know Dynamight was so obedient. But since you’ve been so good I’ll give you a little treat.”
Bakugou stared at you, his eyes widening as you climbed over him, swinging your leg around him so your ass was facing him. Bakugou’s heart was racing with excitement when he realized what you were about to do: you were going to ride his face.
In the past, Bakugou loved when you rode his face. But you were always hesitant, scared that you’d hurt him so when you eased back on him, placing your pussy directly on his mouth, Bakugou thought he could die happily in that moment.
The minute your pussy pressed against his face, he started sucking on your clit and you let out a whimper. His tongue darted out, lapping up all of your arousal you had let out earlier and that you were letting out in that moment. You ground your hips against his mouth, throwing your head back.
As he continued to eat you out, Bakugou let out a sharp “Shit” when you leaned forward, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You licked all of the precome that leaked out of his swollen mushroom tip, panting as his tongue went in and out of your hole. “F-Feels so good,” you choked out.
You wrapped your hand around him as you started jacking him off, moving up and down rapidly. You latched your mouth around his tip again, your tongue swiping across his slit and you felt him moan against your pussy. You were trying your hardest to focus on sucking his cock but the feeling of his tongue sliding against your pussy and sucking on your clit was fogging your mind.
You bobbed your head up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you attempted to fit as much of his cock in your mouth. You pulled him out, pumping him in your hand again. “Come, Kats. Let me taste you.”
You rocked your hips against his mouth as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax. Bakugou’s cock twitched in your hand and you were quick to have him in your mouth again, stuffing as much of him as you could as he groaned against you, ropes of come painting your mouth as you lapped up as much as you could.
Running out of energy and stamina, you nearly collapsed on your side, your body slumping off of Bakugou’s as you attempted to catch your breath. Your arousal dripped down your thighs, Bakugou’s come staining the corners of your mouth as both of you panted beside each other.
“Fucking hell, you’re gonna kill me,” Bakugou said in between breaths.
You sat up slowly, still trying to recover from the two back to back orgasms you had and Bakugou watched with careful eyes. He knew you were about to do something else you had planned.
“Nah, you’ve had your fun,” Bakugou said, sitting upright. “It’s my turn.”
“What?” You asked.
You gasped as you watched Bakugou break the chain of the handcuffs, freeing his wrists from being bound together. It shouldn’t be too shocking; the man was built like a tank, there was no way two measly metal cuffs were going to hold him back.
The cuffs hung on his wrists, now broken apart. You stared back at him in astonishment and then your expression changed to slight fear as you inched away on the opposite end of the bed. Bakugou wanted to laugh. He reached out and grabbed you by your ankles, pulling you back to him.
You let out a yelp from the sudden movement. He stared down at you. “You had fun playin’ with me?”
You swallowed nervously as Bakugou swiftly took his shirt off, that was now slick with his sweat. He was quick to tear his pants and boxers off, too. He smirked down at you, reaching out and tearing your garter belt and the lace of your panties so he’d have full, unbridled access to you.
Then he pushed your knees to your chest, hovering over you and planting your legs on either side of his shoulders. You stared up at him nervously as either hand pressed down on either side of your head. You felt the cool metal of the handcuffs on his wrists. You whimpered when his cock pressed against your folds.
“Tell my wife I appreciate her gettin’ you for me,” he started, and he leaned in so his lips ghosted your ear. “But I want my wife back. So I can fuck her good.”
You gasped as he slammed himself all the way inside you, his tip pressing against your walls. He didn’t move a muscle like you expected him to, and he knew what you were thinking. You thought he was going to immediately pound himself into you and as much as he wanted to, wanted to fuck you until the bed broke, he wanted you to get a taste of your own medicine.
You squirmed underneath him. “M-Move,” you said breathlessly, looking up at him in confusion with why he just had his cock in you and watched your reaction.
Bakugou smirked. “Don’t like the teasin’, do you?”
Your lips trembled as he reached down and started rubbing your already swollen, puffy clit. “P-Please, Kats,” you stuttered, tears pricking your eyes.
“What happened to ‘Dynamight?’ Where’d my biggest fan go?” He cooed at you.
You glared up at him as a tear slid down the side of your face, smearing your makeup. “You a-asshole.”
Bakugou ducked his head down and closed his lips over you. He could taste his own come on your lips and he knew you could taste yourself on his lips. You attempted to grind your hips, attempting to alleviate some of your own desire. But Bakugou grabbed you by the hips, ceasing your movement. “Nah, don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”
More tears erupted from your eyes as your lips quivered. “Please, Kats, please.”
Bakugou planted kisses on your neck and you breathed heavily as he sucked the skin, surely leaving bruises that you’d find the next day. His fingers continued to lazily rub your clit and he moved up and kissed up your neck until his tongue darted out and licked your tears. “C’mon, baby. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. What do you want me to do to you, princess?”
You sniffled as more tears welled in your eyes. “Fuck me, Katsuki. Please fuck me.”
Bakugou smirked. “That’s my girl.”
Then he started snapping his hips into yours, thrusting his cock so hard into you the friction made you scream his name. He fisted the sheets on either side of your head, groaning into your neck.
“How’s it feel to have the number one hero’s cock in you?” Bakugou grunted in your ear as he continued his ruthless pace.
“So-So good,” you whimpered, your hands holding onto his back as your nails dug into his skin deep enough he knew he’d find scratches the next day.
“Damn right. You gonna let me fuck this pussy every night?”
You nodded rapidly, more tears streaming down the sides of your face as black streaks of your mascara and eyeliner smeared your face. “Y-Yes, do– whatever you– want to me–”
“Gonna let me ruin this pussy?” Bakugou groaned, resting his forehead against yours.
You let out a scream as you squeezed your eyes shut. The sensation of his tip repeatedly ramming against your sweet spot following two orgasms was euphoric. “Yes! Ngh, please ruin me, Katsuki!”
“Fuck,” Bakugou cursed. His lips sloppily pressed against yours as you both swallowed each other’s panting breaths. “I love you, baby.”
You whimpered and cried beneath him. The pleasure was overstimulating. “I-I love you, Katsuki. So much.”
“Fuck, you keep suckin’ me back in,” Bakugou grunted as your pussy sucked his cock back inside you every time he pulled in and out. “Pussy’s been beggin’ to be fucked, huh?”
“I-I’ve been waiting for you– all day–”
Bakugou breathed heavily as he stared down at your fucked out expression, your cheeks stained with your own tears. “If you weren’t on the pill– I’d put another fuckin’ baby in you. Fuck, give you two babies.”
You clung to his back, your back arching off the bed. “Come inside me, Katsuki. Please, I’m a-about to come.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Bakugou huffed and he gripped the sheets so tightly they tore the fabric and your legs shook on either side of his head as you came for the third time that night. Bakugou quickened his pace and buried his head into your neck as you whimpered and moaned beneath him. After one more snap of his hips, he buried his cock deep in you and came, spurts of come flooding your walls. He groaned as his cock continued to twitch inside you.
By the end of it you were both panting heavily, the sounds of your breaths filling the air and Bakugou pulled out of you, collapsing beside you. His come slid out of you and he heaved as his heart rate slowed down. He lifted his wrists as he looked over to you. “Got the key to these things?”
You let out a weak laugh, raising a shaky finger and pointing to your nightstand on your side of the bed. Bakugou groaned as he sat up, leaning over and opening the drawer to find a small metal key. Sliding the key into both handcuffs, they clinked open and he tossed everything to the floor.
“Can’t believe you fuckin’ cuffed me,” he muttered.
“I was trying to be creative,” you said, your chest rising and falling as you attempted to still catch your breath.
“You were creative, alright,” he said with a chuckle. “Did all that shit and almost broke my dick, too.”
“Mission… accomplished…” You said in between breaths. Bakugou carefully lifted your limp body and slid you under the covers. He laid beside you and you stared at each other.
“Kids are with Ma, right?” Bakugou asked for clarification.
You rolled your eyes. “Of course. You know I wouldn’t be having sex with you if I didn’t make sure they were safe first.”
Bakugou laughed and nodded. You smiled at him, sliding closer to him and giving him a peck. “Congrats on getting number one. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, baby,” he murmured, giving you another kiss. “Damn, now that I’ve reached the top I’ve got nothing to look forward to. Wanted to see what other surprises you’ve got for me.”
“Give me some time to recover from this first,” you groaned in pain, already feeling sore from the night's antics.
Bakugou laughed and kissed your head, holding you tightly against him as you both quickly succumbed to sleep.
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