i donât have many fics yet, but hereâs the stuff i do have :-)
BNHA
FICS/DRABBLES
BURNING FEELINGS âą 4.5k words
bakugou x fem!reader; scenario in which bakugou accidentally grabs and burns his crush while theyâre in an argument but he has no idea, and he finds out later which leads to a possible confession
3 WEEKS IS TOO LONG (nsfw) âą 3.5k words
bakugou x fem!reader; bakugou comes home late after being gone for 3 weeks and you are furious, and he insists on making it up to you the best way he knows how
COMING HOME
bakugou x gn!reader; short sfw drabble about pro hero bakugou coming home late
OVERSTIMMING BAKU (nsfw)
bakugou x fem!reader; short drabble about overstimming blasty boy
CARING FOR SICK BAKU
bakugou x gn!reader; short sfw drabble about caring for a needy baku when heâs sick
PILLOW TALK (nsfw)
bakugou x fem!reader; short drabble about pillow talk with katsuki
BAKUGOU WITH A S/O THAT SINGS
bakugou x gn!reader; short drabble about bakugou with a partner thatâs constantly singing under their breath
FIRST TIME BAKUGOU SAYS HE LOVES YOU (nsfw)
bakugou x fem!reader; the first time bakugou realizes he loves you, and the first time he actually says it out loud
HEADCANONS
S/O THAT FORGETS TO EAT SOMETIMES
bakugou x gn!reader; bakugou with a s/o that forgets to eat throughout the day
BAKUGOUâS THOUGHTS ON EATING OUT(nsfw)
bakugou x fem!reader: how bakugou would eat you out
HAIKYUU
FICS/DRABBLES
FALLING ASLEEP OR FALLING IN LOVE
kenma x gn!reader; the way you fall in love with your best friend
pleaseee drop the links or tag me in your favorite long bakugou tumblr ficsđđŒ I have such a hard time finding long form fics on tumblr istg Iâm so dumb pls
just thinking about the first time Katsuki bakugou says âI love youâ to you.
It takes him a while to figure out what the fuck the feeling even was- heâs shit at those. All he knew was that when he looked at you, his chest squeezed too tight and his heart did this weird traitorous flip in his chest.
He knew that he liked being around you- which was more than he could say for most people. He didnât get tired of your endless chatting, and he didnât mind the companionable silence that sometimes fell either. He was just content to be in your presence, sharing in whatever mood fit the moment.
He knew your smile made his brain short circuit. Not like that idiot Dunce Face did, something much more dignified and less pathetic. But still, short circuit nonetheless. Even when youâd just woken up, when your hair was a mess and the drool dried at the corner of your mouth, eyes half open with sleep, and you gave him that soft lazy smile reserved for only him. Maybe even especially then.
He knew your eyes were the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen. His new favorite color, he decided. He wanted to swim in it, surround himself forever in the kindness and affection held inside them.
But despite knowing all these things, it still took him a while to put the pieces together. Emotional suppression or whatever that shitty UA counselor had told him back in school. He was fine with feeling all of those things, but identifying what they meant was a whole different ballgame.
And once he finally realized it, finally let himself sit with the fact that he was probably- no, definitely- in love with you, it took him even longer to work up the nerve to tell you.
Not because he was scared. Bakugou didnât get scared (okay maybe the feeling fucking terrified him but he wasnât ready to admit that part yet). He just knew he wanted it to go well. And he knew that if you didnât reciprocate the feelings, it would fucking crush him. Not that heâd tell you that, heâd never want you to feel pressured into saying something if you didnât mean it.
So he looked for an opportunity. He tried to make sure it was the right time, he looked for all the signs; he wanted you to be in a good mood, the temperature had to be right (he knew how irritated you got when it was too hot), the right setting, he had to make sure there was ample time after, so he could take you back home and into the bedroom where he could also show you how much he loved you.
In the end, the right moment never really announced itself.
He was trying to find one and wait, he really was, but the when the moment did come, it came naturally, organically.
It was when Bakugou was at his most vulnerable, his most raw state- which happened to be when he was towering over you in bed, one hand gripping your waist and the other next to your head on the mattress as he thrust into you.
This was when his guard was down the most, when all he could feel was you. You, surrounding him, your scent, your voice, soft and whining and pathetic but so, so fucking perfect, begging pleas of his name.
And as he slammed into you, he leaned down, his sweaty forehead touching yours, soft blond hair jutting out and tickling your face, as he slowed his pace. Deep, purposeful thrusts.
Then, when your eyes opened, fluttering up to look at him as your mouth opened in a breathless moan, the words were all but ripped out of him.
Raw, hoarse, with the most serious look youâd ever seen on his face.
âI fucking love you.â
And you were gone, and he was gone too, your highs washing over you at the same time, blinding white behind your eyes with the intensity, with the passion, with the deep rooted feeling that bloomed in your chest as stars exploded behind open stares, his thrusts stuttering before eventually stopping completely, stilled inside you with his head now resting on your heaving chest as you both came down.
And as you whispered it back into the crown of his head, softly and with all of the care you could muster, he didnât know what he was so worried about in the first place.
He loved you, and (thank the fucking gods) you loved him, and for once, everything was calm in his mind.
talking to katsuki bakugou after sex and itâs slow, soft, probably the quietest and calmest youâll ever see the guy.
itâs all gentle touches, soft kisses, easy pillow talk that feels like the most natural thing in the world.
itâs him, lightly tracing your hip with his finger, taking in how you shiver under his touch.
itâs his finger, dipping to the front of you and trailing back between your legs, sore and soft and still wet.
itâs the slow build of sliding your bodies even closer once more, exploratory kisses and little nips, hands pulling at muscled shoulders and slotting into soft fluffy hair.
and when he finally slides himself back in you, itâs the easy, gentle motion of his hips and yours, working in tandem. of your toes curling, the sheets falling around his waist. Of his eyes, holding you with such soft reverence as he leisurely ruts into you.
itâs the build up of tension, the coil in your core tightening and tightening until thereâs no room for any more tension and it snaps, softly and powerfully and perfectly timed, when heâs eagerly spilling into you as you squeeze around him.
itâs the return to the soft, contemplative look on his face as he checks in with you after, the strong arms pulling you to his chest and the soft lips pressed into your hair before the pull of sleep drags you both back under
the best part about taking a multi- year long break from a fandom is coming back and not only having so much more content to consume, but being able to re-read old fics bc you lowkenuinely forgot the plot of them
I canât stop thinking about bakugou with a significant other that sings.
You donât think youâre that good, by any means. Average, at best, though others have tried to argue with you on that.
You hum softly around the house, barely even conscious youâre doing it. The melody leaves your lips, practically hums out of your very core, a constant lullaby spreading throughout the place.
You sing while you shower, you sing while you watch tv, you sing along to the radio in the car, while you wash dishes. Any time thereâs a pocket of silence, there you are, a soft symphony surrounding you like a fuzzy aura.
And Bakugou fucking loves it. He canât get enough of the way your voice lilts, the smooth transition of notes as you add in riffs that you subconsciously think up. Heâs enamored by the way your mouth wraps around the words, by the way you make the loudness of his mind quiet with just a simple tune.
Heâs told you as much before, early on when you had first moved in together. Youâd come to him, hands twisted in your shirt and lips pressed flat together as you explained to him. Explained that you were borderline incapable of silence. That you had this habit, that you couldnât control it. That you were worried youâd drive him batty with the constant noise. Worried; thinking back now heâd laugh at that.
How could you be worried? How could he feel anything other than completely at peace when he heard your soft voice, your beautiful voice, filling his mind and stilling all of the thoughts like a warm blanket over the cacophony of noise.
Heâd assured you then, and had reassured you constantly since that he adored your voice, that it brought him solace and made his heart squeeze too tight in his chest.
So youâd smiled, and youâd let the habit go unchecked, happy to indulge him in your voice. Happy to have found someone- finally- who appreciated you for everything you were and everything you did.
âž he doesnât care if you shaved ten minutes ago or ten years ago
âž hair on your pussy or not heâs going down like itâs his last meal
âž he genuinely enjoys it, he truly does it for the love of the game
âž heâs GOOD with his tongue. like so good, you donât even mind the bruised bites he leaves on your thighs during
âž he loves to watch you, peering up from his spot between your legs, bright carmine eyes heavy and utterly entranced in your face screwing up with pleasure
âž he asks to eat you out randomly, whenever he gets a look at you stepping out of the shower, whenever you walk down the stairs, whenever you roll out of bed. genuinely any time the mood strikes heâs asking
âž he kisses you with full force, face dripping with your juices immediately after
âž he also loves sticking his fingers that were just inside you into your mouth, loves watching you twirl your tongue around them and taste yourself
â ïžïžâž Pro Hero Katsuki Bakugou, who has been your boyfriend for years
â ïžïžâž Bakugou, whoâs been oddly distant lately
â ïžïžâž Your run-in with a villain that Bakugou happens to stumble in on, taking it out of context
â ïžïžâž The subsequent fallout & possible reuniting of you and your fiery hero.. if you can convince him to talk to you long enough to hear you out..
buzzfeed unsolved but denki is Ryan, afraid of everything and believes in ghosts wholeheartedly, and shinsou is Shane, unbelieving and skeptical, just doing his best to scare the shit out of denki.
He has the flu, nothing major, but itâs enough to turn the usually brash and explosive boy into a pile of need. He was adamant at first that he was in fact NOT sick, just extra tired and stressed. âIâm fuckin fine, stop fussing over me, brat.â He griped out between sniffles, the rumble of his voice even raspier than usual.
He would continue on his normal routine, patrolling and paperwork and working out, doing everything he could as long as possible until he just couldnât anymore. Now he laid there, passed out on the bed with no shirt on, chills spreading over his body while still being covered in a thick layer of sweat.
He moans and groans, his raspy voice calling out âBabe! Babe?? OI, IM FUCKIN DYINâ COME HERE!â until you came in, hands rubbing your temples as you stared at your boyfriend, who was barely recognizable at this point, were it not for his bare chiseled chest with the sheets pooled around his waist, his wild cherry eyes, and his messier than usual ash blonde spikes framing his face.
Youâd roll your eyes at the pout on his face, walking over to him as soon as you see his hand lazily motioning for you to come closer. Youâd walk to his side of the bed, about to lean down and brush away the hair that was plastered to his forehead from his fever, but just before you could you would feel his strong arm loop around your waist, pulling you down into him with a strength that was just so characteristically Bakugou.
Youâd huff and try to push him away, sputtering out a whine of âGross!â And a complaint of âYouâre all sweaty, i donât wanna get sick too!â But as soon as you see the pleading look on his face you would cave, sighing and shimmying your way up the bed, looping your arm under his head and smiling as he wiggled his way into your side, head placed on your chest. Youâd thread your fingers through his damp hair, kissing the crown of his head every so often as you lost yourself in the steady rhythm of your fingers brushing his locks back and the beating of your hearts synchronizing, before sighing deeply and falling asleep with him.
He was definitely a big baby when it came to being sick, but the more you thought about it, the more you cherished the moments you had of soft Katsuki Bakugou. The moments no one else got to see. The moments that were reserved for only you.
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heâs grunting and growling underneath you as you continue to grind down on his still hard cock, gliding easily with the help of his seed still leaking out of you from his last orgasm.
âF-fuck, babe. âS too much- you gotta give me a- fuck- gimme a second..â he pathetically groans out, practically a whisper with how hoarse his voice had become.
âAwe, whatâs the matter Katsu?â Youâre teasing him, lifting yourself almost fully off of his length before slamming back down, breath puffing past your lips in small gasps as his tip kisses your cervix. âCanât take it anymore? Is three times too much for you?? Do you need me to take it easy on you baby?â
Heâs seething below you, unable to help the way heâs pitifully rutting his hips up to meet yours despite his cock aching in protest because it truly is too much, itâs too sensitive, but itâs you and itâs so, so good. And heâs never been one to bow out gracefully, never been one to back down from a challenge, so he grits his teeth and bites back at you.
âFuck no, of course itâs not too much. Donât you dare fuckin take it easy on me. D-do- fuck- do your worst.â And heâs mentally cursing himself for tripping over his words but he canât help it. His brain is turning numb, his thoughts are becoming centered only around the feeling of your wet heat slamming down on him, on the feeling of his cum sticking the space where your bodies meet, of it seeping out and splashing his abs as his muscles tighten, preparing to snap for the fourth time tonight.
You feel this too, smirking and greedily slamming down faster on him, all to eager to milk him again and again until he finally giveïżŒs in, finally letâs you be the victor if only for tonight.
tw: porn with little plot, excessive use of the word daddy, dom!bakugou, degradation(a little), use of kitten as a nickname, lots of spanking, choking, overstim, unprotected sex, creampie, uhh i think thatâs it
Since he had gotten back 3 days ago, heâd been ârecoveringâ from his long trip, leaving you no chance to finally be filled the way you wanted- no, needed- to be. This morning you had finally decided today was the day, even going so far as to send him little messages throughout the day.
I cant wait until you come home daddyđ„ș *1 image attatched*
pleeease come fill me up daddy, ive been waiting so long for you
You had hoped the last one would be enough incentive for him to hurry home after patrol, to no avail. In fact, this had been the latest heâd come home in as long as you could remember. Even still, you expected at least some semblance of communication with you if he knew heâd be home later than usual tonight. But you had gotten nothing from him, all day. There were no responses to your messages, though you could see that he had read them. He hadnât answered any of your calls, though the last few had been sent straight to voicemail. The lack of communication piled on top of your extreme sexual frustration had led to your current fury at the ash haired man.
So here you sat, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor, your back sunk into the couch and your arms crossed over your chest, the look of annoyance plain as day on your face. You were about to give up, to admit defeat and retreat into the bedroom for the night, when you heard the click of the lock, followed by a grunt and the door being swung open. There, standing in the doorway, with a shit eating grin on his face, stood Katsuki Bakugou. You narrowed your eyes at him, noticing the smugness written across his features as you remained planted to the couch. No way were you going to jump up and greet him as usual. No, he would have to come to you tonight.
As he closed the door behind himself and began to stride towards you, you took in his appearance. He was no longer in his hero suit, seemingly having showered and changed into his joggers and t-shirt at the agency. He squatted down in front of you, placing a thick scarred hand on each of your knees, parting them slightly as he made space for his large body between them. Slowly, his eyes trailed from your knees up your thighs, to the valley between your legs, and ever so slowly they made their way to your scowling face. âSomeone doesnât look as happy to see me as they seemed earlier.â He quipped in his gruff voice, unable to keep the smirk from his face.
You rolled your eyes, breathing hard out of your nose as you stared back at him, unwilling to back down. âWell that was before you completely ghosted me and came home 3 hours later than you were supposed to.â You bit back, unable to keep the tinge of hurt out of your voice as you looked down, staring at his hands bitterly. Katsuki sighed as he squeezed your knees softly. âStupid fuckinâ phone died. I didnât have a charger at the office.â He shrugged. âI stayed late finishing up all the bullshit paperwork from that last mission so I didnât have to go back in on my day off tomorrow. Wanted to spend all day with you, brat.â
Your eyes flew open at this, head whipping up to look at him once more. âW-well.. why didnât you respond to my texts then? I know you read them.â
âTch. I couldnât exactly respond while on patrol, dumbass. Unless you want Kiri looking over my shoulder and seeing those pretty little pictures too.â he smirked. Your eyes went wide, mouth opening and closing, failing to form a response as you softly shook your head no.
âDidnât think so. They were very pretty pictures, by the way. And that video..â his eyes slowly trailed down your face again, landing on your lips that were softly trembling with bated breaths. âYouâre lucky my volume was down, dumbass. Otherwise everyone on the street would have heard you begging to be filled by my cock.â His hands slowly trailed up your legs, squeezing the plush of your thighs as they made their way to the hem of your shirt. You were frozen, eyes mesmerized by the movement of his large, warm hands on your skin.
âBut maybe thatâs what you wanted, hah? Wanted everyone to hear you begging for daddy to fill you up, is that it?â He tugged at the hem of your shirt, glancing up at you as you shook your head from side to side, answering silently as you were currently finding it hard to form any real coherent thoughts. He removed one hand from your shirt, reaching it up to grab your jaw softly between his thumb and forefinger, prompting you to look him in the eyes once more.
âI asked you a question, kitten. Is that what you wanted? For everyone to hear how desperate you are for my cock?â
âN-no! Thatâs not what i wanted!â You sputtered out, shaking your head as much as you were able between his grip. âJ-just wanted to show you! Only you!â
Katsuki chuckled, his eyes darkening by the second as he slowly moved his hand off of your jaw, moving it back down to grip the bottom of your shirt as he swiftly lifted it up and over your head, throwing it somewhere into the abyss of your shared apartment and springing up to his feet. He wasted no time in lifting you up, hooking his hands under your knees as you squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun around, now sitting himself on the couch with you clumsily straddling on top of him.
You giggled, looking back down into his eyes as you took in his blown pupils and hard breathing, scarcely able to hold yourself back as you crashed your lips onto his. It was messy, all teeth and tongue, the build up of almost a month of being apart pouring into this moment, drenching every fiber of your being with the thought of finally getting what you had been so desperately waiting for. You pawed at his back hungrily, doing your best to lift his shirt up, parting the kiss briefly to lift it over his head and throw it to join your mounting pile of discarded clothes, eventually shimmying yourself out of everything you had on and getting Katsuki down to just his briefs.
Katsuki growled as you finished pulling his joggers off, snatching your waist as soon as you had thrown them and pulling you back on top of him as he started sloppily placing wet kisses up the column of your throat, latching on to the sensitive spot just below your ear that he knew would elicit a groan out of you. You bucked your hips softly at the sensation, tilting your head to the side to give him more space on your neck to work with as you threaded your fingers through his spiky locks, tugging gently. This pulled a moan from the man below you, causing him to reluctantly pull away from your neck and wrap his arms around your waist, turning your body so you were now layed down fully on the couch, Katsuki looming above you.
âSo fucking pretty,â he mumbled, trailing a hand down your body with a feather-light touch. His hand dipped down, fingers tracing around your clit, avoiding it as they reached your entrance, soaking wet and practically on fire to the touch. âLook at you, kitten. Practically dripping already and Iâve barely even touched you. Was my kitten good while I was away?â You nodded fervently, babbling out a âYes! Yes i was good!â Katsuki smirked as he teased your entrance with a calloused finger. âDid you touch yourself without permission? Donât lie baby, âcause i can always fuckin tell.â
Your breath hitched as he teasingly dipped his fingertip into you, pulling back out almost instantly. âN-no! I would never! I promise daddy, p-please-â your words were ripped from your throat as Bakugou finally plunged his finger into your wet heat, slowly pumping up to his first knuckle, working his way to his full finger. Your soft gasps and quiet moans echoed throughout the apartment, along with the embarrassing squelching noise of Katsukiâs torturously slow fingers entering you.
âM-more, please, fuck- please!â You whined out, reaching out to find anything to ground yourself, finding the back of Katsukiâs head and pulling him to you. He obliged, latching his mouth onto your nipple and rolling it between his teeth as he added a second finger into your sopping entrance, scissoring them swiftly and lifting up his thumb, slowly tracing circles around your aching clit.
You moaned loudly, pulling him closer to your chest as you bucked your hips into his hand, which spurred Katsuki into action. Using his free hand to pin down your hips, lifting his head to look down at you as he worked you towards your high. âOh no, greedy little thing. You take what daddy gives you. Greedy little sluts donât get to cum. Do you want to cum?â He rasped out. âYes, fuck! Please i need-need to cum!â You babbled out almost incoherently, your high rapidly approaching. âI know youâre close, kitten. I can feel you clamping down on my fingers. You gonna come for daddy? Fuckin cum, slut.â He spat out.
âFuck Iâm s-so close, please donât stop, please-â Your words died in your throat, eyes crossing with pleasure and head throwing back as your orgasm rippled through your body, white hot pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. âThereâs my good fuckin girl,â Katsuki groaned, the tent in his briefs growing uncomfortably tight as he worked you perfectly through your orgasm, pulling his fingers out slowly and holding them up to you. Instinctively you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out and eyes looking back into his as he shoved them into your mouth. He couldnât help but moan lowly as you closed your lips around them, tongue lapping and swirling as you cleaned your essence off of them.
âGood girl,â he praised, pulling them from your mouth with a pop. âDo you think you deserve daddyâs cock?â You nodded your head wildly, pleas falling from your lips without hesitation, begging for him to finally fill you up and quench your frustration. He nodded slowly, standing up and holding out his hand for you. You grabbed it tentatively, unsure of his next move, but were silently answered as he pulled you up from the couch, ushering you around to the arm of it, turning you and pushing you face down into the cushion, your lower half still standing on the floor as the arm of the couch was under your hip, face pressed into the cushion.
You gasped, moaning as he brought his hand down into your ass cheek, repeating the motion onto your other cheek as you turned your head to look back at him. He wasted no time in ridding himself of his briefs, and you watched with hungry eyes as his cock sprang free, the angry red tip smacking up and practically touching his belly button, pre already leaking down. You licked your lips, hungrily awaiting his next move.
âFuck princess, you donât know how long Iâve been thinking about this. It was so hard to not just leave in the middle of patrol today and come absolutely ruin you.â He fisted his cock roughly, smacking it onto your ass a few times as he teased you. âSending those naughty pictures, you knew what you were doing. This is what you want, right? You want me to stuff you full, right here?â Your whole body twitched as if you were jolted by electricity as his tip nudged your entrance, coating himself in your juices. You were quick to nod, babbling out âYes, please stuff me, please fuck me!â
âI donât know,â he teased, nudging your clit with his cock repeatedly, pulling soft whimpers from you. âYou donât sound like you want it very much right now, kitten. Why donât you tell me exactly what you want. Câmon, use your fuckinâ words baby.â He grinned, the muscles in his neck tightening as he used all his self restraint to not shove his entire length into you then and there. âI want you,â you whined. âI w-want you to fill my pussy with your cock, i want you t-to use me as you wish and make me cum on your cock!â You stuttered out, embarrassment seeping into your tone as your face flushed red.
Bakugou grabbed your ass, stretching his hand to ghost over your entrance with his thumb, pulling you open to him as he used his other hand to guide himself to your entrance, biting his lip as he finally, finally pushed the tip inside you, slowly filling you up with his length. The moan that was ripped from your throat when he finally bottomed out was borderline pornographic, the feeling of finally being full was everything you had been waiting for. Katsuki was unable to hold back his own moan as he stilled himself inside of you, giving your walls time to accommodate to his size.
After a moment, you wiggled your hips in an attempt to get him to start moving. âKatsuki,â you called. âPlease, move!â He looked down at your lust blown face, grinning as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back in again, mesmerized by the fat of your ass jiggling with each thrust. âF-fuck, kitten. Quit squeezing me so hard, âm not gonna last-â but you couldnât help it. After being deprived so long, you were in ecstasy finally having him here, finally having him home and having him split you on his cock over and over again.
âYes Katsu, fuck! Right there, oh fuck!â You groaned, face rubbing uncomfortably against the couch cushion as he slammed into you, feeling him grab your ass with a grip you were sure would leave bruises, but you didnât care. You couldnât bring yourself to think of anything but the feeling of Katsuki shaping your insides to match him, the feeling of the vein on the underside of his dick rubbing you with every thrust, the feeling of his heavy balls slapping your clit deliciously with each rut of his hips.
âSuch a good fucking girl taking me so well. Whoâs making you feel so good, huh?â
âYou, Katsuki! You are!â He leaned his chest down to your back, reaching a hand around and slapping your clit roughly, shaking his head. âThatâs not my fuckinâ name. Whoâs making you feel this way, huh slut?â He asked once more.
âYou, daddy! Daddyâs making me feel so good- fuck please donât stop!â You rocked onto your toes with each thrust, feeling the coil in your stomach start to tighten once more. Katsuki could feel it too, your velvety walls clamping down on him, attempting to suck him back in each time he pulled away. He used the hand that was already snaked around you to slowly circle your clit, adding the perfect pressure that had you practically falling apart, teetering on the edge of your high as he relentlessly thrusted into your heat.
âYou gonna be my good girl and cum for me again?â He teased, whispering directly in your ear before softly nipping the shell. You nodded, babbling out nonsense whimpers of yes, of please donât stop, of right there. He continued his thrusts and the insistent circling of his fingers on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the cliff, whispering again in your ear âCum for me, kitten. Good girls do as their told.â
Thatâs all it took for the coil in your lower half to snap, your high pushing you off the metaphorical cliff at lightning speed as you arched your back, chest pushing impossibly far into the couch cushion as you came. Bakugou didnât stop his thrusts or his fingers circling your abused nub, even when you slowly came down from your high.
âF-fuck Katsu- âs too much!â You whined as you tried to arch away from his touch. But you were effectively trapped between his body and the arm of the couch, unable to shy away from his ever persistent touch. âI think you have one more in you, kitten. Whaddya say? Cum one more time for me, pretty girl.â He smirked from above you as you squirmed beneath him.
You whimpered, barely able to form a coherent thought other than the feeling of pleasure as the overstimulation numbed your brain. Above you, Katsuki adjusted himself, reaching down one hand to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hand, pulling harshly as he lifted your upper half up to him, pulling your back to his chest. He let go of your hair then, instead snaking his hand around to your throat, squeezing slightly as he continued hammering into you, his other hand still snaking circles around your swollen clit. You moaned loudly, finding yourself alarmingly close once more to your high, only needing a little final push to get you there.
As if reading your mind, Katsukiâs lips brushed your ear, his harsh voice ringing in your head as he spoke. âYouâre clamping down on me so tight princess, you want me to fill you up? Want me to cum inside this pussy and breed you full? Fuck- Iâm gonna fill this pussy all the way up baby, fuck Iâm so close-â That was all it took to catapult you over the edge once again, your high taking over all of your senses and your mind going completely blank as the pleasure washed over you in waves.
Katsuki wasnt faring any better, the guttural groan ripped from his throat as his hips faltered, your velvety hot walls clamping down on his pulsing cock pushing him to his own high, thick ropes of his seed flooding into you as his thrusts slowed. He stilled finally, lowering you softly back down to the couch cushion as you both came down from your highs. He stayed hugged to your body, hunched over you as you both caught your breathe, and once your breathing returned to normal he kissed your shoulder and whispered into your ear. âDonât fuckin move, Iâll be right back.â
He gently pulled out of you and you instantly felt empty at the loss of him, and cold without his body heat to keep you warm, despite the light sheen of sweat that clung to your body and made your hair stick to your forehead. You closed your eyes and hummed contently, and not long after Bakugou returned, holding a cold water bottle along with a damp washcloth.
He gently cleaned you up before standing you up and guiding you to sit normally on the couch, handing you the water bottle and moving then to clean himself up and lazily pull his joggers over his bare legs as you lazily took a few swigs of the cool water. The icy drink washed over your tongue, instantly cooling you and you let out a soft âahhhâ before offering the bottle to Katsuki. He traded you the water bottle for your shirt he had picked up, gulping down the rest of the bottle and flopping down next to you as you tossed the shirt over your head.
He threw his arm around you, pulling you into him as he nuzzled into your hair. You smiled brightly, curling into his side and inhaling his scent, finding comfort in the sweet scented sweat he gave off. âm sorry i was late. I shoulda told you Iâd take a while tonight.â He grumbled into the crown of your head. You relaxed further into him. âItâs okay. You have all day tomorrow to make it up to me.â You looked up at him and winked, standing up and swaying your hips in front of him for a moment before whipping around and darting to your shared bedroom.
Bakugou threw his head back and groaned, faux annoyance in his voice as he sprang up and said âGod, Shitty woman, i fuckin love you, but i swear youâre gonna be the death of me one day,â before racing after you.
