Sometimes, it takes losing someone to finally see them. He wished he knew this before, but Rintarou had to learn this the hard way.
WARNINGS: mentions of abortion, mentions of suicide, smut (fingering, oral [f receiving], lack of protection, rough sex, creampie) please let me know if I missed any!
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This in no way represents my views of the original anime/manga characters.
WC: 6.3k
Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Other Tags: Forced Marriage, Developing Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Emotionally Repressed, References to Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending, + more to be added.
Here’s the long-awaited part 3!. Thank you all for waiting and for the love and support!!! Kindly reblog and comment if you liked it! ALSO, I’m not sure how many parts are left.
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
“I don’t know what game you’re playing with you agreeing to my parents’ crazy demands but just so we’re clear, there’s only one ending to this fucking marriage: divorce.”
Suna watched as you squirmed in your wedding dress. The two of you had just arrived at the new house, and he already hated it. First, he hated how he had just been forced into marrying a girl he barely knew. Second, he hated how you’re acting as if you’re the victim of the whole ordeal when this wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you just agreed to get an abortion.
And lastly, he despised how you looked so damn beautiful in that wedding dress.
Sometimes, it takes losing someone to finally see them. He wished he knew this before, but Rintarou had to learn this the hard way.
WARNINGS: Cheating, Explicit Smut, Rape/Non-Con, mentions of abortion, use of derogatory terms
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is no way represents my views of the original anime/manga characters.
WC: 5.5k
Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort
Other Tags: Forced Marriage, Developing Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Emotionally Repressed, References to Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending, + more to be added.
'as above, so below'
demon king bakugou katsuki x reader
synopsis: what more could the king of hell want than having ultimate control over everyone who descends into his domain? well, there is just one thing. he wants the silly little girl who thought demons were a joke.
warnings: summoning, mentions of animal hearts (it's brief), female reader, monsterfucking, dubcon to be safe, mind breaking(?) reader is a virgin, rough sex, shibari, size difference, corruption kink, blood, marking, hair pulling, squirting, multiple creampies.
word count: 6174.
notes: this is a part of @kinjuutsu's monsterfucking collab, here is the collab masterlist! enjoy :) i'm so sorry this took so long to get out, writer block had serious hands.
The sting against your flesh was nothing, it didn't surmount the bubbling fear in your stomach at the current situation you were in. The rope that was snug around your thighs and calves felt like it was fire rubbing against you whenever you tried to shift, just to ease up the pain enough to let you a moment of reprise in this newfound Hell.
You were utterly, and entirely fucked.
But you asked for this, didn't you?
You're the reason the man stood at the end of the bed filled with expensive silks was here. You just hadn't thought that this was quite how it would go, your friends had said it wasn't even meant to work—so just how did you manage to summon the most powerful of demons? The Demon King no less.
It was meant to be a harmless evening, something your friends had passed off to you as a 'joke'. They said that it wasn't real, that demons don't exist but it was all part of the thrill that something might just crawl out of the darkness in the dead of night. All of them had said nothing had ever happened to them, that the names were too hard to pronounce anyway or that they didn't even do the ritual right.
So just why did you do everything down to the letter? Why did you go out of your way to get your hands on a pig heart, they didn't even sell them in local stores. You shouldn't have even done it in the first place, it was a disgusting practice you realised when you had laid it all out in front of you. The lit candles, the blood that had been smeared on your clean wooden floors in what must be some sort of ancient language because it didn't look like anything but symbols and runes to you. Then the heart sat in the dish, thankfully you didn't have to do much to it other than just offering it up, but still having it sitting there made your stomach twist uncomfortably.
This was ridiculous. You thought as you painted the same symbols and runes along your thighs, down your arms and finally directly on top of your stomach. The blood was slimy and cold, and the fucking smell was rancid. You were going to bitch about this to your friends the second you got this shit off of you, they were clearly messing with you—why else would they get a person to rub blood on their skin?
Of course, nothing happened straight away, you hadn't expected it to but that bit of disappointment in the back of your mind was loud. You at least expected a tiny bit of a scare, maybe something would touch your hair or whisper in your ear but nothing. You spent the next 45 minutes cleaning up your apartment, running the washcloth over your body to rid yourself of the now sticky blood.
And you were content with the fact nothing happened, maybe it was for the better than you somehow fucked up the ritual. You shuddered at the thought of if it wasn't all a lie, just what could be lurking in the deep dark? You didn't want to find out, and so you resigned yourself to just shutting off for the night and heading to bed.
That was the plan of course as you opened your bedroom door, eyes on your phone screen until it felt like you walked directly into a thick wall of heat. Had you left the heating on? No, you didn't need it on today so just what—
You froze on the spot, eyes locked onto the man who was standing directly in front of your wardrobe's full body mirror. If you could even call him a man, that is. He had thick black wings that were more akin to that of a bat's wings, and he was fucking big. You could tell from the way his head was slightly ducked down to stop himself from hitting the ceiling that he was well over 7 feet, at the minimum. The longer you stared, the more details you started to take in.
With only just the small bedside table lamp giving him an amber glow, you could still see that his skin was a glistening tanned colour and he was beyond ripped. His muscles were tensed, large shoulders hunched and biceps bulging as he heaved in heavy strong breaths through his nose. Finally, you looked up at his face, he wasn't what you were expecting when you'd describe a demon. You always envisioned them as creepy little things that had disfigured features or an extra eye, or something. But this man, demon, was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on.
Jaw sharper than any knife as he tensed it, his lips were turned down in a deep frown with his upper lip threatening to rise up like a snarling dog the longer you stared him down like a deer in headlights. A flick of something to the side of his head had you instantly looking at his ears, they were long and pointed but covered in fur, like cow ears. Heavy hoops adorned them both and jingled when they flicked again in what must be annoyance, and finally, you settled on the thick black horns that were most definitely bovine-like, large and pointed upwards, even those had metal rings dangling from them.
The second you met his eyes, your stomach dipped and twisted like it would on a rollercoaster. The red was unnatural, shining brighter than any fire you had seen, carrying the same heat as the sun when it's high in the sky on a summer afternoon. His lip finally curled up in a snarl, a low rumbling growl that bubbled in his throat and perfectly displayed the sharp fangs in his mouth.
"Done fucking starin'?" his voice was like ash, smokey and raspy yet deep it had a subtle shiver sliding up your spine. It matched his appearance perfectly, like every aspect of him had been hand-sculpted by the Gods. Perhaps he was. "Of course, the one person who manages to do the ritual right is too scared to fuckin' speak."
You blink finally, wiping the sweat from the palms of your hands against your sweatpants before you speak. "You're real?" is all your brain can ask in the current situation, and the way his eyebrows dipped in a frown and lip covering up his fangs once again tells you it was a stupid question. "I mean, you didn't show up for anyone else."
"Because they were all fuckin' idiots and didn't do it right," he finally shifts, and it feels like gravity moves with him like you're being drawn into his eyes the longer he holds eye contact with you. "You, however, little innocent you did everything right. Didn't you?" and suddenly he's in your space, the heat coming off of him in waves is unbearable and suffocating but you can't find the energy to move away from him.
"Why is that? What exactly did you wish to gain from summoning someone like me?" this close you can see his own eyes scanning over your face, along your hair and down the front of your body. His eyes linger on the exact places you had recently painted in blood as if he can still somehow see it.
"Speak." A command. A snarling one at that, it shakes you from the spot and has you blinking away the tears you hadn't even realised had started to clump against your eyelashes.
"I-I," you start, throat parched from the searing heat of the demonic figure who's now fully leering over you, head tilted down so the shadows shroud his face. "I don't know, I didn't think anything would happen!"
His eyebrow arches a little, whilst his head tilts as if he's fully surveying you. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?" his tone is demeaning, lecturing you as if you were being scolded by an adult who had caught you with your hand in the cookie jar. "You knew exactly what you were doing when you wrote my name right along here..." his hand raises, a clawed finger dragging along your stomach before it dips down to press lightly against your womb.
The searing heat of his hand disappears just as quickly as it appeared, his hands dropping to his sides as he straightens up to his entire height—the best he can in this room, anyway. "I'll ask just one more time, what did you want from me?" you want to look away from his eyes, but they were like glowing coals against the shadows of his features.
Your silence clearly isn't what he wants to hear as he breathes in a deep breath through his nose, eyes rolling in annoyance before he abruptly turns away from you, you notice something whipping and lashing behind him as he walks, had he always had a tail? You realise he's heading back towards the mirror he had once come from. Is that how he got in here in the first place? You had heard of rumours about it being a bad thing to have mirrors angled towards your bed, a gateway or something.
But just as he reaches the mirror, he freezes on the spot when something sweet hits his nose. It's a rare kind of sweetness, not one he'd often get to indulge in because it usually bared heavy consequences on his behalf if he were to let his greed take over. But something is cementing him to the spot, and his ears flicker again causing the small hoops to jingle with the slight movement.
He's glancing over his shoulder briefly to see the muscles in your thighs tensing, squeezing as if to alleviate something and then the smell hits him again.
Oh.
So he was right in assuming you'd summoned him for that exact reason, he figures you just didn't bank on him being the King of Demons. What a shame, he grins as he turns back on his heel to look at you fully.
...And that's just how you ended up in a room that didn't quite look like yours anymore, the walls were draped in expensive yet old-looking fabrics, dark reds and blacks that seemed to ebb and flow despite there being no breeze. The soft bed beneath you was much bigger than any bed you had ever owned, was this all a hallucination? It sure didn't feel like one when a clawed finger hooked against the black rope that had been tied around your thighs pinning your calves to your thighs.
He was clearly impressed by his own handiwork with the way he kept running his fingers along it, putting a small amount of pressure against your thighs to make you hiss out at the aching pain in your calves but he knew it wasn't hurting you, not entirely. Not when he had you kneeling before him in said bound position, completely bare and dripping for him.
He looks even more sinful in the new light of the room, your lamps replaced by candles, the flickering orange somehow making his eyes brighter and that much more dangerous. His skin is shining, you realise, the sweat sticking to his bare chest and the column of his throat. You're completely fixated on every part of him, allowing him to pull you into this fantasy when he finally leans forward and pinches at your nipples that were already sore and red from his earlier ministrations.
In truth, Katsuki hadn't been able to keep his hands off of you. You smelled so pure, so ripe and ready for the picking and it had been centuries since he was allowed someone who hadn't been tainted in one way or another. He wanted to devour you whole, suck your very essence out of your body until you were quivering and shrieking for him to stop, and then begging for him to take you finally. He wants to lock you away in his own dungeon for the rest of eternity.
"Ready to admit just how fuckin' desperate you are yet?" he taunts, sharp claw stroking down along your sternum and then slowly back up until he hooks his index finger under your chin, forcing your head back to meet his gaze. "C'mon.. it won't be so bad if you just admit to it, tell me how bad you want it."
You do want to, you want to cave to him so badly but this game of cat and mouse has the throb between your legs intensifying. You know you're needy just from the way you clench around nothing when he spreads your legs just a little more to put the strain on your bound form but you can see the impressive bulge in his tight black slacks, the thick outline telling you just how badly he wants you in return.
Clearly, however, he is much stronger in will than you as you moan, breathy and downright needy when his fingers slip back down your body and rest between your legs. He was hardly touching you but the heat that seemed to move around him like an aura felt the same as if his hands were on you directly, and he could tell you were struggling to hold yourself in place. Stopping yourself from lowering yourself despite the ropes digging into your skin and grinding your wet heat against his palm.
He had you right where he needed you, on the precipice ready to fall directly into his clutches. So with a delicate tap of his index finger against your clit, your entire body jolted forward at the sudden stimulation. You figured it might've been a one-time tap, to mess with you, to make you admit all your sins to him but it was as if he were in a trance himself. His fingers move against your slick warmth, long fingers dipping in slightly before dragging back up to your clit to draw lazy but firm circles against it.
The low groan that came from his throat rumbled up through his chest, "Just say it, and I'll give it all to you."
You couldn't do this anymore, you couldn't hold out in hopes that he'd get bored. You figured he's a man with an infinite amount of time and just as much patience when it comes to getting what he wants.
"Please," you whisper, you're worried he might've not heard you when he remains silent. So you tilt your head up to look at him, certain you look every bit the mess he's made of you but you can see his nostrils are flared, eyes honed in on your lips. Waiting. "I can't wait anymore, please, I need you."
His eyes flick up to your own, and that feeling in your stomach is back as it flips and drops dramatically. Yet this time you don't feel the fear crawling up your spine telling you to run when he starts to crowd into your space, large wings behind his back spreading wide so all you could focus on was him. A large hand splays itself against your chest, carefully forcing you onto your back with your bound legs forced apart to expose yourself to the warmth that is Katsuki Bakugou as he lowers himself between your legs.
"Again," he growls, fangs peeking from beneath his lip as he tries to suppress a snarl. You figure it's not out of anger but rather frustration that he's still having to hold back.
His lips are just above your own, the closest you had been to him all night and it's intoxicating. Having a man so beautiful, a demon so powerful, asking you to tell him just how badly you want him. "Please," it's firmer this time, a little louder than a whisper. "Katsuki, I need you–" is all you manage to say.
The animalistic growl that rips through him shakes the four-post bed you're on, the way his given name rolls off of your tongue is what adds fuel to the fire in his gut. His lips are on yours in an instant, large canines pinching hard against your bottom lip until he draws blood. The kiss is messy, blood and spit mixing as he practically tries to devour you through the kiss alone, a large hand around your jaw to hold you in place whilst he got his fill.
When he parted from your lips you had to take in gasping breaths, with him this close it was like you were on fire beneath him which did nothing to help the aching need between your legs that was pressed snuggly against the heavy outline of his cock in his slacks, certainly leaving a mess behind on the pristine material. Suddenly he leans back on his knees, the space in front of you cold and empty.
Something in you makes you whimper at the loss, and his ears twitch at the sound, twisting and turning until they were pointed in your direction to take in your sounds. "What's wrong? You that much of a slut you can't wait a few more seconds?" and he grins when the same whine bubbles in your throat. His hands slip down to the belt of his slacks, the metal of the belt buckle clicking catching your attention immediately.
He tugs on the belt once and it slides out smoothly, the leather of the belt hitting the floor before he's unzipping his slacks to slip them down and off to reveal the black boxers that were tight on his thighs, and even tighter around the cock you could now see had a thick vein running on the underside of it, a darker wet spot near the waistband from the pre he'd been leaking all evening in anticipation of finally having you.
Despite your better judgement, you reach out a hand and half expect him to grab at it and burn you for daring to touch him out of turn but instead he lets your fingers brush against it. From the way you drag your fingers downwards a little too hard, he can tell you've never been this close to a dick before and that little fact has his tail lashing out viciously behind him in excitement.
"Can I?" your question catches him off-guard, his eyes look up at your own and for the first time you see something more than the hard glare, instead he looks rather... dazed, softened molten lava red eyes that take in the doe-eyed look you're giving him. You're so painfully innocent it has his cock twitching, he wants to ruin you.
"Be my guest," he offers, hands moving away from the waistband of his boxers as you, albeit awkwardly, pull down his boxers from the position you're in. The weight of his cock causes it to fall out once freed from its confines, and it has you clenching around absolutely nothing. He's much bigger than a human, you know that much for sure, the tip is big and looks irritated from how red it is—was he just as needy as you were?
His eyes were locked onto your own the entire time, drinking in the way your pupils dilated fully when you saw the very thing you had summoned him there for. He's about to take back the reigns when he feels a soft hand wrap around his length, it doesn't quite fit the entire way around and that has a pearl of precum leaking from the tip. Finally, he looks down, watching how you delicately stroke him as if he's going to somehow end up hurt if you're just a little rougher with him.
He thinks it's adorable.
But his patience has been worn thin all night long, he didn't make you crumble for no good reason. He wants to be buried deep inside of you as soon as possible, he needs to be or he thinks he might just go insane. His fingers curl under your chin, tilting you upwards to meet your gaze before he's ducking in once again. Your body is forced once again to succumb to his weight as he climbs back over you, big thighs spreading wide to force yours apart so he can nestle himself right where he needs to be.
A large hand meanders its way between the two of you, gripping at the thickness of his cock before he glides it along your slit eliciting a full body shiver in him at the copious amount of slick that had accumulated so quickly. His lips parted from yours just in time to hear the shaky intake of breath, and his eyes finally break away from the string of slick that was connecting the two of you.
He can see the fear in your eyes, something he hadn't expected in someone who would summon a demon. Unless—
"You're a virgin?" he asks in hardly a whisper, almost like he's confused by the idea of someone that pure trying to lose their virginity to a creature made up of pure sin. It's given this whole game a brand new thrill, a new prize that can be captured. The essence of a virgin is hard to come by nowadays.
You can't find it within yourself to answer him verbally, be it from embarrassment or fear of rejection that you're not going to be quite as easy as he first thought so instead you nod to his question. And his ears lower just that little bit more, eyes darting all over your face to take in your expression.
Purity.
"I'll be gentle," he says, it's a half-lie mostly but you don't need to know that. You chew on the bottom of your lip, causing more blood to spill from the previous two puncture holes he had left there from his kiss and he can't stop the automatic response to lean in, his tongue dragging along the plumpness of your bottom before he presses his lips against yours, small pecks slowly growing more heated with each passing moment until he was crowding over you, his weight settling a little more against your hips whilst his hand continued to drag the tip of his weeping cock up and down your slit until he angled it just so.
Your lips parted from his, his own opening in a silent gasp at the way you're squeezing the life out of him already and he had hardly pushed the tip in. You're panting into his mouth, and he can hear the start of a pained whine starting to build in the back of your throat the more he continues to bully his way through your walls. "Relax f'r me, please–" he pleads, unsure if he can withstand anymore of the clenching. "I need you to relax."
It's impossible to relax you think, you had never had sex before and yet you were practically being split in half by the biggest man you had ever seen. You squeeze your eyes shut, tears rolling from the corner of your eyes and you can feel the burning of his gaze on your face when you continue to whine, whimpering in pain at the shallow thrusts he's giving. You feel full already but you know he's hardly made any progress on ensuring he was buried to the hilt deep inside of you. "P-Please," you murmur, what were you asking for exactly? You had no idea, but Katsuki seemed to have some sort of idea as his hand drifted between the two of you again and the heat of his fingertips against your clit had your hips bucking upwards.
He hisses, teeth gritted at the pulse of tightness around only part of his cock when he taps a finger against your clit before running smooth yet tight circles on it. But it seems to be working, your legs relax as much as they can in their binding and your walls relax just enough for him to fluidly roll his hips back and forth until he's seated deep against you. His cock is twitching against your walls, bumping into the spot that has your stomach tensing and thighs trying to clamp closed around his trimmed waist.
You half expected him to start as soon as he was buried inside of you, but when you reopen your eyes you're met with his own being tightly closed. His body is hunched over your own, two large forearms caging either side of your head and his head is ducked down just enough so the hardness of his horns is touching the top of your head. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was in pain from the scrunch of his nose and the furrow of his eyebrows.
Unsure if you were genuinely hurting him just as much as he was hurting you, you decide to try and comfort him in some sort of way. Can demons even be comforted? They didn't seem the type who needed comfort in any way but nonetheless, you slid your hands up along his neck until you cupped his jaw, the muscles jumping each time he tensed and untensed his jaw, teeth grinding.
His eyes fluttered open when your thumbs rolled over his cheekbones, but instead of that deep red you had been staring into the entire evening you were met with black. Even the white of his eyes was no more, but you could tell he was staring directly back at you, just something in your gut telling you so.
"Don't look at me like that," his voice a thunderous growl, involuntarily making you clench around him and his nose screwed up once again.
But you weren't looking at him like anything, were you? "I don't— like what?"
"Like I'm the one who hung the moon, it's makin' it so much harder for me to hold back." You hadn't realised you were looking at him in such a way, what did that even look like? But the thought of him holding back after all you had endured, all the teasing and the unfulfilled promises of something more, didn't sit right with you.
"Then don't," you reply automatically, his eyebrows raise up in surprise and despite looking every part of the soul-consuming demon that he was, you think he looks somewhat softer as he observes you. His ears twitch a little, angled towards you, he almost looked cute. "Don't hold back."
Katsuki gives an experimental roll of his hips, the drag of his cock against your gummy walls has both of you moaning. His with more timbre than your own before it tapered off into a gravel-like groan when he ruts his hips forward, the entirety of your body bouncing off of his hips. He leaned down further, his hands locking together on the top of your head to make sure you stayed in place for what was to come.
"You asked for it, sweetheart."
The pace he picks is instantly fast and extremely hard. The clap of his thighs against the back of yours is loud but the sound of just how wet you are for him is louder, it has your cheeks heating and the tips of your ears burning in embarrassment because he must know just how desperate you are for him, creaming all over his length until a delicate little white ring is starting to form at the base of his cock. Katsuki finds it all that more exciting, just how much can he make you do?
Suddenly he leans back up onto his knees, large clawed hands grabbing at your knees and spreading you impossibly wider whilst his eyes are glued to the length of his cock disappearing and reappearing from the sticky warmth of your cunt. It has him feral, the way there's a clear yet thick sheen to his cock from your shared arousal and the way it strings every time he pulls back. Can't help himself when one of his hands slides down along your inner thigh until his thumb presses hard against your clit, tight and firm patterns being drawn against the nub until he can feel your walls fluttering around him.
"Let go," he moans when you clench the second he speaks, his pace not faltering now that he has your walls stretched to his size but he can feel the telltale signs of his cock twitching, his balls aching with the need to release. "Cum for me."
The command has you vaulting off of the cliff you had been teetering on for the entire evening, your stomach tensing as your entire body locked up under his ministrations. The way the tip of his cock drags deep inside of you consistently has your brain unable to think clearly, the prolonged orgasm effectively melting away every thought you had ever had until all you could think about was him.
Katsuki watched the way your lips remained parted from your loud, long moans until it fell silent, just the sound of your panting breaths each time his hips slapped against your own forcing the breath out of your body. He couldn't hold back anymore, his upper lip curled into a nasty snarl and his eyes shot down to look at the way his cock twitched hard when he saw just how much you were gushing around him.
The first wave of his cum was molten hot, it felt like it was burning—no, it was more like branding—your walls, and it didn't stop as he continued to roll his hips albeit a little more sloppy in comparison to his previous rhythm, his claws were dug into the fat of your thighs, holding you perfectly still as he continued to pour more and more of his seed deep inside of you.
Slowly he pulled out, the hefty weight of his cock slapping against his thigh. His hands travelled down the back of your thighs, thumbs pulling apart your swollen lips just in time to see you clench around nothing and force his cum out of you and down between your asscheeks until it pooled on the silk sheets beneath you. "Oh fuck, you might just be my undoing," he whispers more to himself, but the words have you yearning for more.
You want more of him, all of him.
In your post-orgasm state, you fail to notice when his claws grab at the ropes on your legs and seamlessly slice through the thick bindings to free your legs. He's quick to manhandle you further up the bed, his frame hitting the sheets this time before he's hauling you up on top of him on all fours. It's a big stretch for your thighs still with how much bigger he is than you, his cock twitches when another thick glop of cum drips from your pussy and directly onto the length of his cock.
"We're not stopping now," he breathes, gripping himself to angle the tip of his cock back against your entrance and this time the way he slides into you is with no struggle at all, your body naturally melting down into his own as you sink all the way down until you're flush with his hips. "You're mine, gotta make sure everyone knows it too."
He gives a rough thrust of his hips, forcing you to fall forward on his chest and crush your chest against his own, your face is inches away from his and you see the vicious smile slowly take over his features. He looks devilish. "You got that?" he says whilst stroking his hands down along the expanse of your body, long fingers grasping at the meat of your ass.
"All. Mine." the growl of his voice makes it hard to hear him properly, but you don't have much time to focus on anything else when his legs prop up on the bed and he's fucking into you with reckless abandon.
The squelching is much louder, and the slap of his balls hitting against the curve of your ass from the force behind his thrusts deafening but you can't focus on anything but the whines coming from his throat. He sounds wounded, panting and heavy breathing between his moans each and every single time you clench around him.
You're so focused on him that the feeling of your second orgasm of the evening hits you a little too late, your stomach tightening unbelievably so but the pressure in your pelvis is nothing like you had felt before. You scrambled to try and get your hands under you, to try and push yourself up and off of him before anything bad happened but Katsuki had other plans. His arms locked around your body, forearms pinned against your spine and hands latched onto your shoulders whilst his hips and thighs did all the work.
"Give it t'me," he moans against your cheek, your moans feeding directly into his ear. "Give yourself to me, sweetheart, c'mon."
You couldn't deny him even if you wanted to, he must shift his hips just slightly before thrusting up impossibly hard so he hits directly onto the pressure point that had been building inside of you. His moans grow louder, rumbling in his chest as he keeps trying to fight against the pressure of you clenching around him until he's inevitably forced out of your pussy when clear liquid gushes from you in harsh streams.
You're twitching atop of him, your mouth having latched onto his shoulder at some point to stop the scream that wanted to rip through your throat as you squirted all over his length. You're mortified, had you just—
Katsuki, however, is elated. He got you to squirt all over his cock, and he wastes no time realigning himself to thrust himself back inside of your hole that's still twitching and overcoming the shock of your previous orgasm. You moan against his skin, teeth threatening to break through the skin. "So fucking good, did so well f'r me." he mumbles against your hair, a deep kiss being pressed against you that almost seems too intimate for the situation you're both in.
His pace is a little slower this time, still aggressively hard but he seems to be revelling in the way you're still occasionally gushing around him. With a pop of your mouth, you finally release his shoulder and meet his gaze, his eyes are back to that shade of red that draws you in. He doesn't stop you when you push against his chest this time, planting your hands firmly against his broad muscled pecs, drawing absentminded patterns over the various scars that littered his chest.
You raise yourself up, gently dropping yourself back down and it has Katsuki pressing the back of his head against the pillows, eyes fluttering. You do it again, and again until the pace is starting to pick back up and his hands are clawed against your hips, marking your body once again as his. He looks beautiful beneath you like this, blonde hair ruffled and sweat dripping from his browline, his entire body glistening with it and large black wings splayed out wide in all their glory. It felt invigorating to have a deity such as himself beneath you, quivering each time your walls fluttered and whining when you rolled your hips delicately back and forth.
When Katsuki reopened his eyes, he raises a hand up to your cheek and guides you back down towards his face. That same hand cups the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair until he had a firm grip and that was the only warning you got before he yanked hard on your hair, forcing your head to the side to expose the expanse of your neck. His mouth opened wide before latching himself onto you, large fangs digging firmly into the skin until he knew he was drawing blood.
His cock twitched again deep inside of you, that sudden warmth coating your insides as you rolled your hips back and forth involuntarily to try and ease the pain you were feeling in your neck, your nails dug into his chest leaving behind thick red welts. His groan vibrated against your throat, and he remained like that until his balls were drawn tight and a sense of completion finally settled deep into his bones.
Deattaching from your throat he relaxed back into the bed, blood dripping from his lips. His body curled naturally around your own, large arms holding your smaller frame to his own and shifting slightly to ensure he remained buried deep inside of you. It felt oddly intimate once again, but something in your stomach told you it was right. He had said you were his, had he marked you as such?
Part of you hoped so, you think you could live with this for the rest of eternity if it meant you were his.
"Sleep," comes his raspy voice, his fingers now stroking along the back of your head where he had pulled a little too harshly on your hair. "We're not done here yet."
make sure to check out the rest of the collab masterlist!
colour key: complete (green), in progress (orange)
reminder: most of these are x female reader.
➼ Long Fics (3k+ word count)
↳ 'The Forbidden Flame' Masterlist
↳ 'farewell.' (3.5k)
↳ 'time flies.' (6.7k) [P.1] [P.2]
↳ 'the prince.' (3.2k) (vamp!bakugo x reader)
↳ 'the hotel room.' (5.4k)
↳ 'as above, so below.' (6.1k) (demon bakugo x reader)
➼ Short Fics (Under 3k word count)
↳ 'fireworks.' (2.4k)
↳ 'drunk nights.' (1.2k)
↳ 'infidelity.' (2k) (bakugou x reader ft. shoto) [P.2]
↳ 'the card.' (2k)
↳ 'dynamights medic.' (1.8k)
↳ 'saving the day.' (2.1k)
↳ 'overworked.' (2k)
↳ 'summertime' (1.5k)
➼ Drabbles / Imagines (500-1000 or less word count)
↳ 'caught at the gym.' (0.5k)
↳ 'mind at war.' (0.5k)
↳ 'bakugo gets a phone call.' (0.8k)
↳ 'cowboy!bakugo.' (0.8k)
↳ 'soon to be dad bakugo.' (0.6k)
↳ 'new dad bakugo.' (0.8k)
↳ 'delayed flight.' (0.9k)
↳ 'longing.' (0.8k)
↳ 'oneirodynia.' (0.9k)
➼ Ideas / Short Drabbles
↳ ice hockey player!bakugou katsuki
↳ ice hockey player!bakugou with s/o
↳ tattoo artist!bakugou katsuki
↳ assassin's creed au!bakugou katsuki
↳ street racing au!bakugou katsuki
↳ thoughts on a relationship with bakugou
↳ bakugou coming home after a jog
↳ secret sex codes with bakugou
↳ merfolk bakugou drabble
↳ attentive bakugou drabble
↳ bakugou as your boss drabble (pro hero)
↳ roommate bakugou
↳ saying something stupid to bakugou
↳ assassin!reader drabble
↳ vigilante!reader drabble
✽ — pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
✽ — warnings: female reader, smut, mdni, aged up 18+ characters, rivals to ???, degrading kink, dom/sub, brat taming?, spanking, light face slapping, unprotected sex, rough sex, hate fucking sorta, creampie, squirting, some aftercare (below the cut)
✽ — author note: a thank you for getting my previous smut post to 200+ notes :)
Being a hero trying to move up the ranks meant you had to work with other heroes, even the ones you didn't like. It was meant to show you were willing to cooperate with anyone, says your PR team, it sounds like bullshit to you but you went along with it anyway. Partnerships and team-ups were easy enough, they were over and done within a few days and you never had to interact with the hero again until a time called for it.
An opportunity had presented itself to you in the form of an email from your assistant, you never knew someone could somehow sound scared over an email but here you were. She seemed to have been talking about a future mission, a team-up mission with one of the top pros. Normally you'd jump at this chance, being seen with one of the top three meant you'd jump up the rankings too and in turn get more jobs, and more missions, you could be more of a hero.
What a shame that the person who needed a team-up was none other than Dynamight, aka Bakugou Katsuki. The biggest pain in your ass.
Your assistant had said this was meant to be a simple mission, an easy team-up. You’d even be home by the end of the weekend if all went well, and apparently, that was one of Dynamight’s terms—to be done with this so he didn’t have to be around you any longer than needed.
It’s not like you were sworn enemies with the guy, he was just a real jackass to deal with. He’d always try to be the leader of an incident, never listening to suggestions and he was so damn rude with the way he snapped at people. And he got especially rude when you argued back with him one time after a villain takedown, he got careless near the end and nearly blasted you away with an AP shot, so of course, you chewed him out. So since that moment, it became an unofficial rivalry between the both of you.
But back to the issue at hand. This mission was meant to be over already, it was past the weekend and there had been no developments other than a possible lead further north. You glared out of the car window at the darkened countryside you were driving through, a fist curled under your chin as you pouted. You wanted to go home, to try again another time but of course, Lord Dynamight said that’d be stupid, making the decision—without your input—to go ahead and find the nearest hotel or something like that so the two of you could rest up and be prepared for tomorrow.
You didn’t bother glancing at the driver of the car, you didn’t need to know he was scowling, he didn’t like this idea any more than you did but it made sense, you supposed. You could go home and the villain could be gone with the wind by the time you returned. So you just settled into the car seat, huffing at your internal dialogue of the whole situation.
"The fuck you sighin' for?" his voice was like nails on a chalkboard in the silence of the car, you would've much preferred if he kept his mouth shut.
"None of your damn business." you were quick to snap back, keeping your eyes on the thicket of trees that were going by. Bakugou just grumbled to himself in response, upper lip curling in vexation at the tone you always took with him. He despised it. His hands ringed against the leather of the steering wheel, he didn't have to look over at you to know you were struggling to fight the smug smirk off your face that you somehow got under his skin.
Thankfully there was a sign of an upcoming ryokan, it wouldn't be as extravagant as the ones back in the big cities that were set up for the tourists but it was out in the countryside which probably meant it had a real authentic feel to it, it would be good enough for the night anyway. You just hoped, no prayed, that they'd give you both separate rooms.
With a smooth right turn, the tarmac of the road turned to rough gravel that crunched far too loudly in the dead of the night. You couldn't see much past the huge red cedar trees that loomed over the gravel road like gigantic shadows until you caught a glimpse of a warm yellow light just peeking through. Both you and Bakugou visibly perked up at the sight of the ryokan now coming into view, it was clearly a very old establishment and the light was coming from fancy lanterns that were lining the walls.
The building itself was grand, probably a house that had been passed down in the generations and now instead of housing a large important family it was being used for travellers of the night. You could just spy tall bamboo trees over the thick walls that were wrapped around the entirety of the building, and your mind instantly leapt at the possible idea of using the onsen that was most definitely natural.
And like the giant wet blanket he was, Bakugou somehow managed to read the expression on your face. "We're not staying long, you're not using the Onsen." and now you finally met his eyes, he was glaring at you out of the corner of his eye. You were full-on scowling now, matching his own famous scowl.
"Why the fuck not? You don't get to tell me what I can and can't do!" you hissed back, not shouting too loud in such an enclosed space but you were very much at your limit with this guy commanding you around. All you wanted to do was bathe!
His eyebrow arched at your sentence, a challenging look in his eye. "If I'm rememberin' correctly, I'm the lead of this fucking mission," he looked at you now fully, you didn't even realise he was parking the car and stopping until now. "which means I do in fact tell you what you can and cannot do. And I said no."
You raised your hands in protest, dropping them back to your lap with a huff of annoyance. "You're the fuckin' worst, you know that?" you snarled, harshly pushing the door open and slamming it closed behind you. You could faintly hear the chuckle coming from the car as he too climbed out, not sparing you a glance as he made his way towards the entrance.
By the time you were walking through the entrance, and changing your shoes at the genkan, you could see Bakugou was already being passed a key for the room. That fucker, he didn't even wait for you. You kept your scowl, preparing to march past him and get your own room and hoping you would be far away from the explosive blond. And just as you were passing by him, nearly close enough to shoulder check him, he grabbed your elbow. You were jerked back rather aggressively, head-turning up sharply to the owner of the hand that dared to grab you.
"Let me go you dick, I still need to get my k—", the words stopped in your mouth, eyes zoning in on the key he was dangling in your face. No fucking way, you were not sharing a room with this fucking idiot. You'd rather sleep in the car.
"Don't give me that look, I tried for separate rooms. Lady said this was the only room left at such short notice, we're lucky she even let us stay." he frowned down at you, his hand slipping away from your elbow when he saw the resignation pass through your features.
For fuck sake, could today get any worse?
Bakugou was of course the first one to get to the room, not stopping to make sure you were behind him as he stepped inside and left the sliding door open for you. He went ahead dropping off his duffel bag near the closet that you assumed held the hopefully two futon mattresses. Deciding to explore the rest of what looked like it might be a family room or a couple room, it was large enough to house someone for a week or so given the size.
You walked past where Bakugou was, going straight for what you just prayed was a bathroom. Being stuck in a car for a good two hours or so after a long stakeout definitely didn't leave you smelling the greatest, all you wanted was a long shower and then the chance to sleep off your anger at the whole ordeal.
The door you came up to was a beautiful sliding one, it had intricate patterns painted onto it. Once open it revealed something you were hoping they wouldn't have, you knew this place was traditional but could they at least have an actual shower? you thought as you glared down at the small hot springs bath. Then again, this could also be a win in your books. Bakugou forbids you from going to the big main onsen, but can he stop you from getting into the private one?
You smirked to yourself, shuffling into the room and closing the door behind you. You made haste around the outside of the bath, digging out one of the bags they usually fill with soaps and a towel then you stripped completely off, kicking off the grimy feeling clothes.
Dipping your toes in first, the heat instantly washed over your body and you wasted absolutely no time getting in completely and submerging yourself entirely. Instant relief hit your body, muscles relaxing into the smooth stone of the bath wall, unable to stop the moan that left your lips.
Your mind drifted to the mission so far, everything that had gone down had been a bust. First, you were meant to just help Bakugou in infiltrating a suspected illegal quirk-enhancing drug ring and that was a waste of time, the lead was dead in the water the second Bakugou had burst down the door with you behind him. It was completely empty like someone had packed up everything and moved. Someone had tipped them off. Now that pissed both you and Bakugou off, but there was inside information that the gang was moving to a newer location, and that led to the days of stakeouts, tailing possible suspects and it all lead to nothing.
That was until you had received the tip that they were moving their way up north, albeit slowly to try and shake you off of their trail, but that's where the new lab was. And that's what led to this moment, it was frustrating, to say the least, but once this was all over with, and people learned that you were both involved in taking a drug off the streets that were destroying young adults who just wanted to feel a boost in their strength, you knew it would do well for you and your agency.
Having your head back and steam filling your mind made you unaware of the two crimson eyes that were practically smouldering from the doorway as they flicked from the relaxed expression on your face, how you were melted beneath the cloudy water and the sweat that was shining in the hollow of your throat.
He fucking hated the fact it had to be you for this mission, not only were you a bitch when you spoke to him but fuck, if it didn't turn him on. He hated how you fogged his brain when you snapped your jaws in his direction, spitting curses and matching his energy entirely. You were a tiny spitfire and if that didn't make him want to pin you beneath him and fuck you senseless, he didn't know what would.
Sucking at his teeth, he had enough of staring at you relaxing in the onsen—he hasn't forgotten the fact you somehow still went against his orders—so he slammed open the door that was next to him, loud enough to see your eyes snap open and immediately dart to the intruder. You submerged completely up to your chin, and he wasn't sure if the redness of your face was from the steam or if he had walked in on your naked.
"Get the fuck out!" you shrieked, not missing the way he rolled his eyes and went into the closet to pull out what looked like toiletries; toothpaste, toothbrushes etc. When his back was turned to you, you took the time to dive out of the water and grab the towel you discarded, hastily wrapping it around yourself to go towards the other part of the bathroom that would house the sinks and toilet.
"Don't get your panties twisted princess, not like you have anything I want to see anyway." A big fat lie on Bakugou's behalf but where's the fun in letting you know that?
"Shut the fuck up, fucking perv." you snapped on your way past him, holding the top of the towel tight over your chest. You were about to step into the tiled room when a hot hand was clamped around your upper arm and whirling you around until your back was slammed against the wall. You wheezed at the air being forced out of your lungs, wincing at the pain that shot up your spine.
Bakugou was practically snarling in your face, an ugly scowl that radiated his irritation with the way you keep speaking to him. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" his voice wasn't loud like it usually was when he was pissed, it was low and dark. Somehow he sounded scarier than he did when he was all booming voice when shouting at a villain.
You met his gaze, the look in his eye should've scared you but it sent a surge of heat tumbling through your stomach and down to the apex of your thighs. He looked dangerous and so fucking hot. You wanted to speak back, tell him again to shut the fuck up but you couldn't find it within you. Your chest was rising and falling, pressing hard against his was enough to alert you to his proximity. He had you pressed entirely between the wall and his entire body, you could feel every deep breath he pulled in.
"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" he taunted, head tilting as he lost his scowl and replaced it with a downright mean smirk, he knew what that look on your face was. You found the whole thing arousing, and doing a very terrible job at schooling your expressions.
Something finally clicked in your mind, and he watched the way your lips curled into that snarl he fucking loved to see when you were arguing back at him. "I said, shut the fuck up, fuckin' pe—", his hand was clamped around your jaw, squishing your cheeks together between his thumb and long fingers. Your head thumped back against the wall, earning a whimper that seemed to just light up the eyes of the blonde with something indescribable.
"Watch your mouth, princess, or else," he warned, seeing the way your eyes were wide with possible fear, but he saw the arousal and felt the way your thighs clenched together from how closely pressed he was against you.
The silence seemed to please him, and he started to grin and leaned in to speak to you again. "Good girl, you know your pla—" he flinched his head back at the wet feeling that hit his face. You were snarling now, growling like some feral animal in his grip. You fucking spat at him, and he couldn't believe the audacity of it for a second, completely stunned.
"You fucking idiot." was all he hissed before he launched himself forward, lips knocking hard into your own and forcing your head to slam against the wall again. He kept the iron grip on your face as he tried to consume you entirely through your mouth, there was nothing nice about it, it was all teeth and sharp movements. You felt a mixture of saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, leaving a stringy mess behind.
His hips rutted against your own, and he groaned deep at the sound of your moans. The second your lips parted, he squeezed harder with his fingers on either side of your jaw to keep your mouth open when he backed away just enough to hover over you, sucking all the moisture up to gather it on his tongue before letting it drip down and into your own mouth. His hand slipped down to give enough pressure on your jaw to force it closed. "Swallow." he said in a tone that was pure sin.
You couldn't have denied him if you wanted to, the way he was looking at you was like he wanted to eat you whole and you think you want him to. So you swallow the spit in your mouth, earning you a deep groan of approval before his lips were back onto yours and easily prying your mouth open with his tongue.
"Bakugo—" you whined against his lips, earning a light slap on your cheek which left you speechless, in any other circumstance you might've retaliated but with the heat that suddenly pooled between your bare thighs, you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips.
"If you're gonna say my name, then call me Katsuki." his knee moved to nestle between your thighs, effortlessly spreading you open with just the thickness of his muscles. "Got it?" his words but a whisper of warm breath against your bruised lips.
The second you nodded your head he swooped down, large hands gripping the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. You yelped, grabbing a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and trying to not look at the smirk on his face showing that he was having far too much fun in pulling those sweet sounds from you.
He re-occupied your lips, somehow managing to carry you the entire way until he was back in the main room. Bakugou lowered down onto his knees slowly, before you felt the soft material of the futon on your bare shoulders. He hovered over you like a looming beast, eyes narrowed downwards and that's when you registered the cool air against your breasts.
You made no move to cover them up, however, chest heaving when you met his gaze again. He looked wrecked, his own lips were bruised and coated with spit and he just couldn't decide on what part of your body to settle his gaze on. "Tell me you want this, tell me you want me to fuck you." he managed to say through gritted teeth like he was fighting something deep inside.
The way he spoke was complete filth, the words sounding so fucking good coming from him in that deep baritone voice. "Please." you gasp, hands grasping the sides of his soft t-shirt that he must've changed in whilst you were in the private onsen. "Please fuck me, Katsuki."
You watched as Katsuki's eyes roll back with the deep groan that you felt vibrate through your hands. "Fuck." was all he managed to say before he dove straight back in, lips smashing against yours in a clash of teeth and tongues. His hands were now travelling along your body, his blunt nails dragging down along your sides before they latched onto the fat of your thighs, and with an easy yank, your bare lower half was pressed flush against his clothed hips.
And then you felt it when he rutted his hips forward to slot right up against you, he was fucking big. He was practically hunched over you, caging you in underneath his body when he moved his head to the side and let his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
"Gonna be a good girl for me, and listen to what I fuckin' say?" he gruffed, groaning when he gave a particularly hard rut of his hips against your own at the thought of you being so pliable under his hands, and just letting him have his way with you.
Your hand snaked up along the expanse of his back and shoulders until you carded your hand through his hair and yanked. Hard. His head jerked back with the motion, hissing with pain. "And what if I don't?", perhaps you should've listened to the tiny voice in the back of your head telling you to not provoke the beast of a man, especially with the way his nostrils flared and that look of something like hate filled his eye at just how fucking disobedient you are.
You yelped when he grabbed at your body, manhandling you so you were on your hands and knees before him. "You're such a fuckin' brat, you know that?" he grunted, leaning up so his hips stayed aligned with your own. "You need'ta learn to not run your fuckin' mouth all the time." A harsh slap against your ass cheek had you lurching forward, hands curling into fists against the bedsheets.
Bakugou couldn't believe the sight before him, sure he might've had fantasies of fucking you within an inch of your life if it meant you'd stop challenging him so fucking much. But fuck, it was a different story when you were kneeling before him, whimpering with each slap to your ass and thighs he delivered. His hands grabbed against your ass, spreading you wide and he moaned, loud and deep. You were dripping.
"You fucking slut. I knew you loved this shit." his thumbs dipped down, hooking against the side of your pussy to spread you nice and open for his eyes. It was frankly embarrassing, but with the groans and the rubbing of his hard cock against the back of your thigh it was enough to make you shameless.
You squirmed a little in his grasp, "Stop fuckin' staring and fuck me already!" you tried your hardest to sound assertive, to gain back a bit of the control he was holding over you but it came out so whiny, so needy and he chuckled, all mean and low.
"So needy." he clicked his tongue, and then there was a shuffle of something behind you. You vaguely recognised the sound of his sweatpants and shirt being yanked off and tossed somewhere before you felt the weight of his cock against your ass, it was hot and heavy. You bucked your hips up instinctively, earning another swat on your ass.
The moan you let out was pornographic when he gripped himself, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your dripping slit to gather up some of the slick. "God, you're fuckin' soaked. Haven't even done anything to you yet, you really are a slut huh." he was mostly rambling to himself, memorised at the way he could see you clenching around nothing.
He was going to fucking ruin you.
"Shut the fuc—" your words broke off into a high-pitched whine when he thrust his hips forward abruptly, not even being able to seat himself all the way to the hilt with how tightly you were gripping down on him. He groaned, large hands splaying out along your ass to spread you wider so he could watch himself slowly drag his way back out before thrusting back in.
The wet squelching was downright filthy, it was embarrassing how wet he had you when all he did was get mean with you. He managed to work his way down to the base of his cock, balls pressed tight against your throbbing clit. "Oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight." he hissed between gritted teeth, eyes locked on his cock and the ring forming at the base of his cock as you tried to milk him for all he's worth.
He didn't give you a chance to relax around his length, instantly drawing his hips back until just the tip of his cock was nestled inside of you, then he thrust forward. Hard and fast, the pace never faltered from this rhythm he had created. His hands slipped down to your waist, gripping you just above your hips so he could throw you back against his own hips just as hard as he was thrusting into you.
The wet smack, smack, smack, was loud enough to be heard from the next room over you were sure of it, but all you could think of was the huge cock that was brutally being fucked into you with no remorse. "Always knew you wanted me to fuck ya, no wonder you were such a brat," he grunted between his thrusts, the heavy breathing making it sound like his words were being growled out.
"You just wanted me to put you in your place." And he didn't miss a beat as he pulled out, grabbing a hold of one leg and flipping you over onto your back, and already buried back inside of your warm wet heat. Groaning at the feeling of you clamping down on him at the intrusion. He hoisted one leg up over his shoulder, the other being spread wide to the side so he had a good view of your beautiful pussy.
The hand holding your thigh shifted upwards, thumb pressing tight circles on your clit and your body jolted forward, a loud moan escaping your mouth. And Bakugou just laughed lowly, enjoying how easy it was to get reactions out of you. He didn't relent in his stroking against your clit and his thrusts were just getting harsher, easily breaking the tight grip your pussy had on him when you started to tense up with an impending orgasm.
"Oh shit, you're gettin' real tight." he flicked his eyes away from your pussy, and shit he thought he could cum just from the sight of you. Your head was thrown back, lips parted all bruised and spit covered, and your chest was heaving with your tits bouncing hard in time with each of his thrusts. "You gonna cum for me princess?"
You nodded your head, before yelping and flinching at the slap he delivered directly against your clit. Your eyes snapped open, meeting his glare. "Use your words or I won't let you cum." and you knew he meant it, he would make sure you didn't get off whilst he abused your pussy until he met his end.
"P-Please," you gasped, hands uncurling from the bedsheets to grab ahold of his neck. "Wan' cum, please, lemme cum 'suki." the tone you were using was whiny, so needy and you felt the effect it had on Bakugou as he twitched hard deep inside of you.
"Good fuckin' girl." his thumb pressed harder against your clit, resuming the tight circles he was drawing in time with his hard thrusts. "Cum for me."
And you did, loud and hard. Your entire body tensed up as a hot heat washed over your body from head to toe, the leg over his shoulder tensed up and your heel dug into his back causing him to fall forward and hunch over you. The orgasm was probably one of the strongest you had in a while, and it felt good, but he kept fucking rubbing. You reopened your eyes to see a mean grin on his face, eyes alight with mischief.
"One more, I know you can do it sweetheart." he knew he had a short window here to push you straight into another orgasm, so he pulled out abruptly and replaced his cock with three of his fingers. The pace he used was just as aggressive as his hips, his fingers curled up and pressed against that one spot that had you seeing white.
You screamed.
Everything went white behind your eyelids, head pressing hard against the futon beneath you. "Holy fuckin' shit." Bakugou rasped, his fingers no longer in your pussy but instead rubbing hard against you, that's when you registered the wetness coating your thighs and dripping down your ass to soak into the bed.
"Who would've guessed, you're a fuckin' squirter." He sounded far too happy, overjoyed in fact. "You're doin' that again, but on my cock this time." and just like that he was buried back deep inside of you, hoisting both of your legs up over the bend of his arm and folding you effortlessly into a mating press.
He was really pounding into you now, the wet smacking of his hips against your ass was far too loud for anyone to not know what was happening in the confines of your room. "K-Kat.. 'suki! T'much, it's t'much!" your hands pushed weakly at his shoulders, but he didn't budge an inch.
"Nah, you can fuckin' take it." was all he supplied before he angled his hips just so, your legs tensed up in his arms causing your own hips to raise effortlessly to meet his thrusts. It was going to happen again, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Your eyes were locked with his own, his eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth slightly agape as he worked extra hard to make sure you squirted all over his cock.
"Cum for me." and like the obedient slut you were, you came. He groaned loud at the wetness splashing against his abs, dripping down along his thighs and making the mess even worse. "Fuckin' filthy bitch." he snarled, and his thrusts somehow got rougher, effortlessly pinning you in place as he worked towards his end.
Bakugou leaned down, your knees pressed into the bed next to your head and his lips found yours. The kisses weren't long, but they were just as messy and so fucking hot. He broke apart the kiss to moan, an actual moan that had your core tightening up abruptly, and that was enough to throw him over the edge. He came with a deep groan of your name, his hips never once stopping as he fucked his cum deep inside of you.
Slowly with stuttering thrusts, he began to pull out, making sure his cum was all inside. And when he pulled out with a lewd squelching pop, he instantly moved his gaze down to your still clenching hole that was starting to push out his cum in thick white globs down along your pussy and between your ass cheeks. It was fucking filthy, and he was staring like it was a work of art.
You whined, trying to close your legs to relieve the ache and Bakugou must've switched out of the mindset of ruining you because he got up abruptly, and you watched the muscles in his back flex as he made his way towards the bag of toiletries he had dropped in his haste to grab you at the start of this all.
He returned not long after, kneeling back down so he could swipe something damp and warm between your legs making you jolt. He laughed, "Hold still, 'm just cleanin' up the mess." and you relaxed slowly, letting him swipe along your thighs and along your still throbbing sex to make sure he cleaned up everything he could. Then he was scooting you across from the ruined bed onto the clean one, and it vaguely registered in your mind that he had set up two beds with the intention of not sharing.
You remained laying on the bed, sweat now cooling on your slightly heaving chest. You felt gross, truly, but the idea of having to move your legs and get back into the bath sounded like far too much work. A heavy weight shifted next to you, pulling the blankets back until you were buried beneath the soft material and a warm hard body was wrapped around you.
Bakugou breathed in deep against the back of your head, eyes fluttering closed as the post-sex hormones settled deep in his bones, he doesn't think he's ever felt so relaxed after fucking someone. Perhaps it's because he knows he's got you right where he wants you now.
You shifted a little in the bed, the ache between your thighs making you hiss a little. A rumble was felt on your back before you heard the laughter, "Stop moving, get to fuckin' sleep." and he grinned to himself at the fact you didn't fight back, just curling more into the blanket and pressing your body further back into his plush chest.
Yeah, he's got you right where he wants you and he knows he'll be buried inside of you again sooner rather than later.
Summary: Omg omg imagine meeting Katsuki at a house party
CW: reader and katsuki are in college, cunnilingus, semi-public
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where everybody else is either A) smoking a blunt or B) making out, and you're making bets abt who's gonna pass out first with the blonde, but all he can do is watch your fingers fiddle with your skirt as you scope out one of the guys swapping spit with a chick in the corner. The guy is pretty average and Katsuki can't understand why you're looking at that guy instead of him.
So he takes your hand and places a chaste kiss over your knuckles. Now he's got your attention. And with that attention, he tugs you away to a corner of your own and starts placing kisses on your jaw. And makes his way towards your lip, where his tongue begins dancing with yours. His hand comes up your thigh, and under your skirt. Playing with your panties, calloused fingers slip past the elastic while his other hand comes up to play with your tits. Your fingers thread through his hair while your thumbs come to rub his jaw, gently holding him as if he was glass.
His fingers squeeze at your tits and palm at your ass as your back moves against the wall. And from your spot against the cold wall, the guy you were staring starts to look at you while continuing to kiss the other girl, pulling and tugging at her hair. You nip at Katsuki's lip, and he pulls back with a grin. You motion to the bathroom and he smiles.
" y'sure you wanna lock yourself alone with a stranger?" you put your finger to his lip, dragging him into the room
"Stop pretending we're strangers, I know you- you don't know me."
"Freaky."
"Kidding, i'm in your history class the one with the extra boring lectures."
"Watch it, you're ruining the mood."
you chuckle before he lifts you up onto the counter, it's cold against your skin.
"I can assure you, I am not boring."
she smiles again as he continues tokiss you, lifting your skirt to your hip and praying he doesn't hurt you when he causes you to fall against the cool mirror. He pulls your legs apart while you pull your top over your head, unclipping your bra and discarding them both on the floor. You're puzzled as to why he isn't undressing so you look down, only to find him on his knees, rubbing at your thighs.
When his gize meets yours, he nuzzles his nose against your clothed clit. He takes your panties and rips them, making you stare at him in shock.
"Those were cute, you ass!"
"your as is cute."
he smiles as he nuzzles into your wet heat again, welcoming the mess. Finally paying attention to your clit as he pushes two fingers into your gummy walls. Pushing against the squishy spot at the top, making your eyes roll back into your head.
And that, friends, is how you ended up talking to your classmate for the first time, and fucking him on the very same occasion.
Warnings: Hybrid Au, Nsfw, Reader being innocent, short drabble, licking, grammar mistakes?. If you found this content disturbing pls block not report.
A/N: im not probably the only one who thought of thisʘ‿ʘ
Since he found you, he spoiled you. Your in Katsuki's life like how other fangirls wants. The yummy food he cooks, his attention, the one his with. In this world people are naturally falling inlove with their pet hybrids or in some way they also build a family with them.
Here you're, woked up laying on top of Katsuki's body. Your owner. Your master. You tilted your head, your cheeks feeling a buldge on the bottom parts of Katsuki's body. Also smelling attracting scent. You wonder what it is. You put your index finger on it, up, down, up down. Katsuki flinches, his head turning to the other side. You got more curious so you did the same thing again. Katsuki flinches again. You started to undress Katsuki's pants and boxers. Finding a wierd shaped body part yet big, hard-looking, and attractive ‘looks like a... mushroom... but creamy pink-ish’ you thought. Theres white liquid dripping on it, ‘looks like milk!’ you thought. You licked it and tastes not that related to taste of what milk your master gives to you, rather it taste more sticky, creamy, salty yet sweet. You instantly liked the taste. You didn't notice your masters face going hazier and his ears turning to slight red.
You licked and licked, Katsuki's face became more red.
After licking a few times, now you realized this wierd thing that produces milk stops. You wonder why. Katsuki shifts and this time you noticed it. Katsuki's eyes opened, mind hazy he looks at you looking at him while you're between his legs. His shocked at what his seeing. He groans, “fuuuck” he puts his hand on his head. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks. You turn your head down, ‘Is it wrong to drink that milk? Was it poisonus?’ Katsuki groans again, you look up again but this time with teary eyes. Katsuki looks at you theb sighs. He mutters some words. Katsuki glares at you saying, “Fine, you're gonna pay off about your bad behaviour.”
cw/ tw. all characters are 20+, mentions of insecurity, pregnancy, lactation kink (???), soft smut, praise kink, pet names (ex. princess), body worship, mirror sex, oral sex | wc. 1.4k+
an. I’m literally so soft for this man. repost. | m. list
You stare at yourself in the mirror, studying how your larger-than-normal breasts sit heavily atop your stomach—nipples swollen and puffy—and how your ever-growing baby bump extends past your underwear. Then your gaze trails from the thickness of your thighs down to your swollen ankles and feet.
After another moment of staring at your pregnant body, lips pursed, you let out a defeated sigh before finally looking away.
It's silly to let your mind wander this way, but ever since you caught a few girls at work gossiping in the breakroom about how hot and ‘fuckable’ pro-hero Dynamight looks—well, it started this whirlwind of crazy thoughts.
Did you still look like that too? Fuckable?
Although, that isn't the entirety of it.
You'd be daft not to notice how some reporters stand too close to Katsuki during interviews, that new intern of his always staring at him with stars in her eyes, or when the barista down the street ignores your existence whenever he's with you.
They're all not massively pregnant and pretty, unlike how you've felt for the past month—plus, every single one looks like your husband's type…At least, that’s what you’ve come to think. Not to mention that it's been a few weeks since you and Katsuki have had sex because you've been too exhausted, and he's been staying late at work.
So it's hard not to wonder if maybe, staying late at work meant—
"Tch. Princess, did I tell you to look away?"
Strong fingers grip your chin, bringing your gaze back toward the one scowling at you in the mirror, clearly annoyed that you hadn’t done what he’d told you.
Katsuki’s still in the all-black tailored suit he’d worn to a gala early that night, his red silk tie hanging loosely around his neck. Looking at him makes your pulse stutter because he seems so big and intimidating behind you, and you’re in nothing but a lacy black pair of underwear.
It makes you want to crawl into yourself and hide, but he won’t let you.
A calloused thumb smooths along the curve of your jaw. When Katsuki feels that you won’t drop your gaze from his, he loosens his grip on your chin and brings it down, filling his large palms with your sensitive breasts—he at your sharp inhale before lightly flexing his fingers just to hear you make another.
"Get out of that pretty head of yours, and keep your eyes on the mirror."
"I want to go to the bed," you huff shakily.
Katsuki shakes his head. "I'm going to fuck you right here," his words leave zero room for argument.
"But Katsu—"
"No, princess," he growls, leaning down to nip the vulnerable slope of your neck so that your complaints die in your throat. "I have to teach you a lesson for disrespecting my hot as fuck wife."
A blush colors your face, and you have to fight the urge to look away again, afraid he’ll decide to make you stand there longer.
"You're not beautiful, huh?"
"No, I just—"
The look he gives you makes your stomach swoop, mouth closing as his dark, crimson gaze appreciatively traces the lines of your figure, only settling on your face again after he's had his fill.
"That's the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. Do you know how many times I've cum in my hand like a damn teenager to the thought of you?" He breathes hard into the shell of your ear.
You bite your lip, and your following words are almost pitiful. “N-no.”
“This perfect body, all round and full with my baby. These pretty fucking tits.” You watch his eyelashes curve downward when he looks at your body again—the soft groan he lets out deep in his chest vibrating through you. “Fuck, you make me so hard.”
Your heart rate speeds a little when you realize you can feel the press of his stiff cock against the small of your back. And almost instinctively, you feel slick drip into your underwear like your body is already eager for him to be inside you.
Whining, you grind back against him. "Katsu, please.”
"No," he sucks the word into your skin, definitely leaving a mark behind. "Not until you get it through your thick fucking skull that you're the only woman I want. The only woman I want to fuck, you understand?"
A squeak pushes past your lips from him roughly swiping at your nipple with his thumb, mean fingers tugging it into a stiff peak. "C-careful—"
But he does it again, and this time you whimper in embarrassment when white liquid pearls between his fingers, breath hitching as he brings those same fingers to his mouth with a low growl—the sound has your thighs pressing together.
"Shit, I'll never get over the way you taste."
Katsuki’s hands then coast down your sides, under your belly, beneath the waistband of your underwear until he’s petting through the sticky wetness of your slick.
"You're so messy down here. I’d think you actually enjoy watching yourself," he chuckles lowly. He traces the seam of your cunt with his middle finger, purposefully avoiding your clit with every pass.
“Kat—” you breathe, hips bucking against his hand to make him touch you where you want.
“Say that you’re the prettiest fucking girl in the world, and I’ll play with your needy pussy.” He drags his tongue across your soft, shuddering flesh, trailing a wet line up to your ear. “Go on, princess. Say it.”
You whimper when he pushes your damp panties aside to run a finger through your folds, gathering your slick and spreading it around.
The flush on your face is bright as you open your mouth: "I—I’m the prettiest girl—ah!"
Katsuki doesn’t let you finish before he buries two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, curling into you with ease. The sudden force of pleasure racing through your belly causes your knees to buckle. Thankfully, his hold on you keeps you pressed against his chest.
"Put your hands on the mirror, baby."
Once your warm palms are planted against the cool glass, he knees your legs further apart and crouches down until his face is level with your dripping heat. Your whole body shivers at the feel of his warm breath fanning over you—the walls of your pussy clenching down hard around his fingers still moving inside you.
He growls against you and uses his other hand to spread you apart for him, making you moan, and you notice how the prominent bulge in his slacks jumps at the sound.
Katsuki runs his tongue up and down your slit before loudly sucking one of your puffy lips into his mouth.
“O-oh fuck!”
Your legs start to tremble as he eagerly licks and slurps at your cunt, bringing tears to your eyes because it’s almost too much and not enough.
And it’s becoming harder to keep your eyes on the mirror.
You're also growing increasingly aware that you can see everything at this angle: Katsuki’s chin dripping wet with your slick, the high color in your cheeks and lidded gaze, eyelashes fluttering. The way your mouth hangs open with breathy mewls and your heavy breasts swaying every time you thrust back onto his mouth and fingers.
You can’t do much more than stand there and take it—that familiar tightness under your stomach is already quickly approaching.
"'M close! Please, please—"
“Yeah, ya gonna make a mess?” he bites your ass cheek. “Lemme fucking feel it, princess.”
Then he curls his fingers just right, hitting that ridged, sweet spot that makes you see stars, and with a rough press of his thumb along your hot clit, you fall apart. A loud moan tears through your chest, and you reach back to bury your fingers in Katsuki’s hair, keeping him against you with a tight grip.
Your eyes finally squeeze shut, unable to keep them open as ecstasy crawls up your spine.
After a moment, you feel him lean back, pulling out his fingers only to spread you open with his thumbs. “Such a sweet pussy,” he mumbles to himself. You sigh, head lolling forward between your shoulders, that is until Katsuki releases a dark chuckle, and your eyes snap open to find his in the mirror.
“You think I’m done? I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
You groan lightly from exhaustion… but you know he sees your empty cunt clench in anticipation.
AN. Hi! This is a repost because my old account broke...SOBS. All comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated, thank you :)
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You like your new neighbor across the hall.
You find him more helpful than the last person who lived there—bringing you soup when you’re sick, checking up on you from time to time, and carrying your groceries up the four flights of stairs to your floor. It’s just an added bonus that he’s attractive too.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Bakugou,” he’d said in a voice so smooth and deep when he first introduced himself—your mouth a salivating mess when you told him your name, words embarrassingly slurred.
He’d noticed and gave you a bright smile, chuckling lightly when dark crimson bloomed all over your face. “You’re cute.”
At the time, you believed his charm would make him a great hero, amongst other reasons—a little hot-headed, but he can be one of the best.
Although something changes the night you leave your apartment with a boy from school—an aspiring hero wanting to be like one of the pros.
For a flicker of a moment, there’s an unreadable expression on Bakugou’s face as he watches you walk away. A slight glint of something cold behind warm hues of crimson before it’s replaced by a small smile.
“Have a nice night, Katsuki,” you throw over your shoulder, except you don’t notice that he never says it back.
You mope around your apartment when your date doesn’t respond to your texts the next day. You’re aware dates don’t always go as planned, but you liked him, and it felt promising when he’d kissed you goodnight. Was it your kissing that turned him off?
When Bakugou comes over a few hours later to wipe away your tears, he doesn’t even bring up your date. Instead, he throws together a few bowls of spicy curry he made and puts on a sitcom you’d mentioned to him one time—the boy from the night before forgotten with good food and laughter.
He’s there when another date a week later is a no-show and again a few weeks after that with more sweets. Had you caught on sooner, you wonder if you’d still be in your current predicament.
He holds your chin with an unyielding grip, making sure your gaze doesn’t stray from his in the cracked mirror. You’re embarrassed by what you see—how spread open you are to his hungry gaze, watching as you twitch when his other hand slides between your thighs.
There’s a dark look in his eye you’ve never seen before, the softness now washed away by something more sinister. No one would ever think that your sweet, attractive neighbor would be the same man pictured on the wanted posters you saw at the convenience store a few days ago.
He hides it well, you think—his humble personality an ideal mask for what he’s concealing underneath, nothing like the heroes you seem to fawn over.
“What do they have that I don’t, princess? Hm?” Bakugou’s voice rumbles lowly in your ear. “They won’t treat you as good as I do.”
You whimper when his grip grows tighter, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too lost in his own world.
He chuckles darkly, his head dipping down so his lips rest against the fluttering pulse in your neck. “It’s okay, though. I’ll show you why I’m better.”
‹𝟹. . . day four: size difference (this as was definitely rushed)
 impeccable physique, muscles that would make hercules look puny. vermilion eyes that could pierce through your soul.  these are just some ways you describe katsuki bakugou.
He was the man of every woman’s dream, including yours. The amount of times you had masturbated, while thinking about him would make the devil shy. Bakugo treasures way of the apartment complex stairs as he heads towards his apartment, you round the corner, barreling into him. it felt like you ran into a brick wall. when you looked up vulgar language on the tip of your tongue, you noticed it was him shirtless sweating from his work out. Your words fall short, never passing your lips as your eyes scan over his body, taking in every ounce of him. 
“ be careful there princess” , his voice boomed throughout the hall, reverberating throughout your chest. Looking at his figure up-and-down he towed over you so much making you feel so small and so horny. only thing that was going through your mind is how he could easily pick you up and have his way with your body because you were too small to defend yourself. Your ass continue to scan down his body and it’s on falls on his cock, clearly visible through his gray sweatpants. And he wasn’t even hard.
“ my eyes are up here sweetie” he said,  watching you crumble in his presence. He stalks, menacingly closer to you until your back is against the wall. He places both of his hands on either side of your head. he could tell how flustered you was because you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. He could feel the heat radiating from your body make it all imagine what the heat feel like between your legs.
“Who would’ve thought my quiet, innocent neighbor, was actually a pretty little whore, and all for me.?” Your eyes blow wide, confused and embarrassed. “What are you talking about?” , “ do you think I don’t hear you do you? I hear you call out my name & the buzzing of your vibrator every single night.. ugh , you sound so fucking good”
You tried to deny him, but he knows the truth. “ why settle for that stupid toy when you can I have the real thing.?” he said softly in your ear before running his fingers a longer are you sending chills down your spine. “ I’ll be in my apartment when you’re ready.“ he spoke before turning in walking into his apartment, leaving his door slightly ajar for you to come in. 
'Primordial.' (5.2k)
dragon king!bakugou katsuki x female reader
warnings: primal kink, heavy nordic themes/norse gods mentioned, norse words, barbarian/tribal practises, blood as body paint, violence, chasing, i give reader tattoos, arranged marriage, bakugou is mean at first, asphyxiation, blood pact, outdoor sex, biting, marking, pussy eating, rimming (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, brief spanking, creampie.
author notes: just a tiny glossary: blót (blood sacrifice), Óðinn (Old Norse for Odin), Valkyrjur (Old Norse for Valkyries). I try to keep it to a minimum/one-time use since I know it can get a bit confusing infusing two different languages.
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Sparking embers.
Black ash dashed across the ground.
The beat of the heavy drums, accompanied by the tribesmen and women's voices. It was quite the ceremony, a show of wealth and power. It had to be spectacular for an event that happened when a new King was to be ushered in and they were demanded to try and bind the ties between the rival tribe. The ceremony was to last for 9 long days and nights, including a blót sacrificing goats and boars to offer the blood of the innocent up to the Gods of the Nine Worlds. If they were to look down upon such an occasion, they perhaps would bless the tribe with an unbreakable bond between two warring tribes.
Tonight marked the 5th night of the ceremony, this was the first time the King himself would emerge from his hut. It always drew in the biggest of crowds, to see the man who was promised to bring even the World Serpent down onto its belly before him. The King who was promised was a spectacular breed indeed, rumoured to be part dragon himself as well as the only man known to have a kinship with the great beasts. There had never been as much faith in bringing an end to the thousand-year war until Bakugou Katsuki was born.
The wooden door of his hut slammed open, the crowds silenced in mere seconds—awaiting his arrival. The low rumble of the drums in the background was second to the roaring in everyone's blood at the prospect of being in the same vicinity as a man who was rumoured to be part dragon. No one's eyes strayed from the door when they heard his heavy footsteps, his stature so large he had to duck down beneath the doorframe before standing to his full height.
Before them stood the King, his ashen blonde hair on his head which was decorated handsomely, the thick plaits of hair adorning bands of metal at the ends, the sides of his shaven with intricate details etched into his hair. The top of his hair was flattened by the heavy bone crown he was wearing. It made him look impossibly bigger, quite the fitting image for the man they named the Dragon King. It was tradition for both parties in this exchange to be stripped down to bare themselves to the eyes of the Gods with the exception of covering their genitals with a cloth.
His muscles bulged beneath the solid golden rings tightened around his biceps, shoulders rolling as he eyed the crowd. The red on his body could be mistaken as paint but anyone could see the way it dried and cracked—it was blood. It wrapped around his biceps and forearms in thick bands, a strip trailing down from his bottom lip along his throat until it reached his sternum. His thighs were covered in intricate designs, swirling paintings of dragons and fire. Around his neck were most definitely fangs from various animals he had hunted successfully, a trophy to display his sheer power.
Bakugou kept his shoulders squared, eyes focused on the crackling bonfire in the distance. Just beyond there was his future, his destiny, the true end to the war that claimed his parents. Whilst he was a man with the belief he should be with who he wanted, he couldn't deny the fact that joining with the Queen of another tribe wouldn't help his own tribe strive. The beat of the drums grew louder once he began his walk towards the bonfire, the songs getting louder once again and his blood stirred with anticipation. He had never seen this Queen before but had only heard of the stories of how she was formidable, quite the warrior who had been rumoured to rip a man's head off with her bare hands. It had made him hard hearing that particular story.
The fire was warm against his skin, the blood that was the freshest on his skin shimmering in the amber light. The music was the loudest here, the chanting in their old language fuelling the ancient blood coursing through his veins. He couldn't quite see the Queen yet, but he could see her tribe were just on the other side of the bonfire. They spanned out far and wide, Bakugou let his eyes drag over them slowly to see they too were jovial about the occasion but he didn't miss the weapons on their hilts. They were ready to kill if needed.
A hollering whoop followed by the billowing of a horn brought his attention back before him, his feet slow as he carried himself around the fire. Now he could see a figure just on the other side yet the fire kept their features obscured, they were moving in time with him. A game of cat and mouse, but who was the cat and who would be the dead mouse at the end of it? The idea had Bakugou's hackles rising, a tickle at the back of his neck telling him to take control of the situation before he lets this stranger think she was the more powerful of the pair.
Through the hissing flames, he caught sight of a pair of eyes, they looked just as ravenous as a wolf. He continued to circle around the bonfire, the sound of the crowds singing and chanting fading to nothing in comparison to the pounding of the blood in his head. The voice that told him to take what was his, to lay claim to this woman in front of everyone to show he is The Dragon King. It was as if he were stuck in a trance, blood-red eyes locked and muscles were drawn tight like a bow. The air was tense, the drums providing the rhythm to which his heart raced, it felt no different to when he went hunting.
There was something in the air.
Then it snapped.
With a twist of your ankle, you turned around back towards the forest of foreboding trees where shadows danced and lurked within. The chanting grew louder, with long high notes that some would mistake as screeches, it only signalled the beginning of the hunt.
Bakugou's body was ready, his eyes honed onto your back as you vanished into the tree line. He was much larger than you, he knew that much from just looking at you but he saw how quick you were on your feet. If he didn't start the chase now, he may end up losing you to the darkness of the night. So he ran. The sound of the chanting and drums quickly replaced with the rush of wind by his ears, the pounding of his bare feet on the ground.
This primitive feeling made Bakugou feel alive, it stripped away the armour many wore for protection, stripped them down to their barebones to be bared to the world. He knew he could very well die in this forest if he allows you to get the upper hand and the Dragon had no intention of bowing its head to someone who was just a measly wolf.
Bakugou had always had a keen sense of smell, granted these gifts from his ancestors who shared blood with dragons, and so he followed a sweet smell. A smell had come to realise was you, and oh how he longed to sink his teeth into the flesh that smelled so fresh, like a field of wildflowers.
Darting in and out of the trees, uncaring for the way twigs snapped and scratched his skin. It was second nature for the blonde to be running through the forest, having run through it a thousand times before as a child. He had grown up in the dirt, always returning home to his mother shivering and coated in streaks of mud from his tussles with who is now known as his chieftain; Kirishima Eijirou. Growing up with the boy who was rumoured to have skin that was harder than rocks granted Bakugou the opportunity to harness his strength. To really grow into his role as future King.
The smell of rain was fresh on the mossy undergrowth beneath Bakugou's feet, and the fog clung low to the floor swirling around his body with each step he took. Some would think these are conditions for failure, surely no one could track in horrid weather? Sure. That may be the case for the average man, but Bakugou Katsuki was no man. He was a monster, a beast with an appetite for the hunt. His eyes were sharp, snapping towards the sound of a branch snapping in the distance and finally, he could see it.
The fog was being disturbed to his left, a little further ahead but nonetheless, he had found his target. A vicious grin broke out on his face, sharpened canine teeth on show before he abruptly switched paths so he was directly behind you. He could see you much clearer now, you were nearly as naked as he was and yet you didn't care when your calf scratched against the low-hanging branches. He could practically taste your blood on his tongue, the end of a long war that was probably older than time itself, he was going to be the one to end it.
Bakugou's eyes strayed from you for a split second when he passed by something, a red strip of cloth that had been tied around a tree. His grin returned tenfold, that cloth was his own, and you were running unknowingly directly towards a dead-end. The forest itself actually climbed up part of the mountain his village was nestled against, it was the perfect spot. They could never be attacked from behind, and it always took a while for anyone to breach through the woods to find the village, by then Bakugou was already aware of their presence and was making quick work of slaughtering them.
And just as he suspected as he burst through the treeline, you snapped your head around to stare at him with wide eyes that made you look more like a fearful doe than a fearsome wolf. His grin was malicious, the dried blood on his skin cracking with the movement. Slowly your steps started to mirror his own, circling each other like wild animals. "Come, Fenrir," Bakugou snarks, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and you erupt in a snarl that most definitely is fitting of the name Fenrir.
"You dare invoke his name?" you speak for the first time and Bakugou has to keep the grin on his face malicious, you sound just as vicious as he but somehow more regal—a true Queen and he wants to make you his. "If I'm Fenrir, you must be Týr."
Bakugou can't help but puff his chest out at that, slapping a large hand against the meat of his pec with a grunt. It was an honour to be called Týr, the god of war and justice, he was considered the bravest of the Gods and Bakugou can agree that he is no different to the God. "Make your move, wolf."
And you do. Bakugou rears his head back when you launch yourself at him, feet bounding across the floor with one arm drawn back that allows him to see the way your muscles move. The tattoos displayed on your skin were a sign of your years in the war, a band for every leader you had killed—and you had eight. It stoked the fire beneath the dragon's belly in his blood and made him roar in excitement when your fist collided with his jaw.
Bakugou took a stumbling step back, foot swiping through the mossy undergrowth before his head snapped back towards you. The blood on his teeth spread as did his grin, a blossoming red mark on his jaw that would surely turn into a blackened bruise come sunrise. His eyes were wide, pupils eating the crimson red. His excitement was palpable, you were the perfect woman for him. How didn't he come across you sooner? He had killed thousands of your men and you did the same to his own, so just how didn't he find you earlier.
He's ready this time when you swing your fist again, batting away with his forearm. He has to give it to you, you're strong. He feels his muscles tense and ripples with the effort he has to use to make sure he isn't caught off-guard again. It continues like that for a few more seconds, you attempting to break through his defence and you seem to shift a little on your feet before Bakugou's grunting at the blossoming pain in his ribs. Your foot hooks against his side, and he's too quick for you to withdraw your leg.
His big meaty hand hooks around your knee, and suddenly you're falling back onto your back with a loud thud. Bakugou bears his weight down onto you, the crown shifting on his head slightly when he glares down his nose at you with gums and teeth on show. His spare hand comes down around your throat, thick fingers squishing into your skin and you realise you can't breathe. Your hands scratching at his forearm, your legs kicking fruitlessly on either side of his hips that he nestled neatly against your own.
"What's wrong, wolf? Did you think you were any match for a dragon?" he sneers, enjoying the way your eyes fill with desperate tears. He leans in closer, the pressure growing on your throat and he can see the way you're seconds away from eating in the Great Hall. "Say it. Yield to me."
He watches the way you battle in your own mind, how your eyes grow hazier the more you lose precious seconds of air and he wonders for a second if maybe the Seer was wrong in reading what was to become of this ceremony. Were you about to throw away your life because of your pride? Bakugou can't fault you for it.
Your lips curl into a vicious snarl, he wonders if maybe you will curse him with your final breath; send him to Hel where he may never rest with his family in Valhalla. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, all stained in a pretty pink shade of blood. "I—" it's a gasp, barely a whisper and Bakugou does you the courtesy of leaning down, turning his head so his ear was next to your lips. He can hear the way your throat contracts, "I yield." you manage, and his hand releases you immediately.
Bakugou pulls his head up enough to allow you to breathe again, hands clutching at your throat whilst you suck in greedy gulps of breath only to cough them back up. All the whilst he finally gets a good look at you, you were unbelievably beautiful. Nothing quite like the women of his own village, you had a different air to you. You were a warrior just like him, but you were so much more. You had the most gentle of features when you weren't scowling, the face of a mother to his kids he realises.
That single thought has his hips rutting involuntarily, nostrils flaring at the smell of your own arousal from where you're wedged beneath him. Your warm breath clouds in the cold of the night when you pant in response, Bakugou's eyes snapping up from the sprawling of tattoos on your thighs to meet your own eyes. It was a tense moment, the air easily capable of being sliced with a sword. It reminded Bakugou of what it was like when he saw wild animals before they attacked—waiting for the other to attack first, to slip up and make a mistake.
The Dragon rumbles with a growl, content with the thought that he had won over the wolf and Bakugou makes the grave mistake of directing his eyes downwards. It all happens far too quickly for Bakugou to react, his back presses harshly into the soggy floor filled with mud and dirt. His eyes are wide, teeth bared when he realises he's looking up at the silhouette of your face as you perch above. The sharp edge of the rock is pressed to his throat, each time he swallows he can feel it scratch against the skin there.
"The dragon may befriend the wolf, even break the wolf." You snarl down at him, billowing clouds of warmed breath beating down on Bakugou's face. "But you will never truly tame the wolf. I will never be just your wife, if you're to be my King then I demand your every second. You will not sneak off with others."
Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on your own, the sharp edge of the rock pressing a little harder when his hand shifts upwards. Your eyes are wide with a warning, one he knows you're not bluffing on. He raises his hands slowly until they're on either side of his head, palm upwards towards you. "I would never dream of putting you second to anyone." He speaks honestly, shocking even himself at how easily it comes off of his tongue.
"Swear it," you hiss, shifting your weight on his hips has the man inwardly groaning at the lack of clothing between the two of you. He can feel just how warm you are. The rock is gone from his throat before a copper smell hits his nose, he looks from your face to your palm to see a jagged yet deep cut into the palm of your hand. "Swear it with your blood, in front of Óðinn."
You let him take the rock from your hands, uncaring for the way the blood curled around your wrist and dripped all the way down to your elbow. Bakugou slowly sat up, your hips moving to rest on his thighs whilst he stared down at you. This was a serious thing, to declare it in front of the All-Father would lock him into this pact for life. The slice along his palm stings, before he's raising his own hand up in a similar fashion to you.
"I, Bakugou Katsuki, swear it." His palm slides into your own, the wet mixture of both his blood and your own making it slippery before he links his fingers with your own. The throbbing in his hand is painful, the more he squeezes the more blood drips down his arm. Yet he can't take his eyes away from you, the way the moon peaks through the treetops and paints you in a white light that dapples across your skin.
Much to his surprise, you're the first to lean towards him. His eyes close when your lips press to his, you taste of blood and salt, he can taste the wine on your tongue that you must've drunk before the ceremony started. Your hands slip apart, your blood-drenched hand imprinting itself against the side of his neck whilst both of his hands cup your face. Bakugou can't get enough of you, he was no virgin and he had his fair share of women but there was something more here. It felt like he was bathing in divine light, the hand you dragged along his neck to smear him in your own blood felt like it was on fire.
You don't fight him when he lowers you onto your back this time, his hands cradle your head however this time. Something has shifted between the two of you as you continue to share your soul with him through the way your tongue rolls over his own. Now situated on the ground does his hands start to wander, trailing one hand of blood and the other of calloused warmth down along your body. You do not fight him when he pulls away the cloth on your breasts, revealing them to the cold air whilst his thumbs roll over your nipples to feel the way they harden.
But his hands don't stop there, they continue their conquest downwards until he feels the cloth at your waist. It's a thin thing, not really meant to protect or hide anything. So when Bakugou's non-bloodied hand reaches between your thighs, he's greeted with his prize for sealing the pact with you. You're unbelievably warm between here, and wet, it has him groaning against your lips as his fingers delicately delve between your lips to spread your slick back and forth in tantalizingly slow strokes.
He swallows your warm panting breaths, his lips parted in a similar fashion when he just allows himself to admire you. You're splayed out on the floor before him, chest gently heaving with each intake of breath you take and your thighs are already clutching against his sides in an attempt to pull him in closer. But Bakugou has other plans in mind, he slowly descends down along your body with searing kisses against your flushed hot skin in the cold of the night.
Now finally with his stomach on the ground, he hoists your legs once again, but this time over his shoulders. Neither of you feels embarrassed with how he buries his face between your legs, taking a deep breath in of your natural essence before his tongue lays flat from the bottom of your dripping wet heat all the way to your clit that he gives a cheeky flick of his tongue.
Your entire body jolts, the whole chase and run-up to what was to be yours had your body as tight as a bowstring. Your toes curl fruitlessly against the flat of his back, his shoulders rolling when he wraps both his arms around your thighs to lock you into place. The sight between your thighs is sinful, his red eyes are staring up at you through locks of loosened blonde hair and his crown is lopsided on his head. He looks much more like a beast of a man now that he has you in his grasp.
It's far too late once you realise the hold he has you in, his mouth descends upon you and your entire stomach tenses, your thighs attempting to crush either side of his head whilst the blunt of his nails curl into the flesh of your thighs. He's sucking on your clit, and hard, and just when it gets too much he lowers his tongue down to press between your lips and suckle on the sweet nectar you're providing him with. All the whilst his eyes are locked onto yours, it feels like you're being drawn into his very soul the longer you're held there.
He groans when you finally let a moan slip past your lips, the deep rumble of his throat has it vibrating against your pussy and you writhe in his grasp once again. He can't get enough of you, you tasted better than any sweet fruit he had tried, and you sounded what he imagined the valkyrjur to sound like. You were his own small Valhalla, laid out on the wet ground of sticks and moss, uncaring for the way you moaned into the night sky.
Bakugou couldn't stop the rut of his hips into the ground when he ducked his head lower, venturing with his tongue further and the noise he was rewarded with was enough to continue. His tongue pressed against your puckered hole, letting his saliva drip from the tip of it until it drenched you entirely before he pressed further. Your hand came to his hair immediately, knocking the crown free from his head but he couldn't care for it, not when your fingers sink down to his scalp and you pull.
"K.. Katsuki." The way his name rolls off of your tongue has him groaning against you again, his hips pressing harder into the ground in an attempt to stave off the sudden urge to cum. "Stop wasting time, and fuck me already." He can hear the growl in your words but it's overshadowed by the way you whine, you sound too breathless to be the scary wolf you wish to portray yourself as.
But still, he chuckles against you before pulling his head back. "You have no patience," he chides gently, grinning wider at the glare you shoot his way but he's moving back up your body despite this. He lowers himself down so his forearms are caging your head with his own, his thighs spread your legs wide across his hips. He finds himself admiring you once again, the wet sheen to your lips from his previous ministrations, the way your eyes are essentially fully blown as you stare up at him.
You flinch when he shifts his hips closer, the tip of his cock delicately rubbing against your clit in an up-and-down motion with each slow roll of his hips. "It'll hurt," he says, watching the way you're furrowing your eyebrows up at him, almost offended that something like a dick would be enough to hurt you. He can't help but smile, you have the true soul of a warrior, someone he definitely sees fit to call herself his Queen.
However, he doesn't offer you the chance to rebuke his words. With an angled roll of his hips, he's sinking into you and fuck, you're crushing him with how tight you're squeezing him. He groans the further he pushes into you and your moans sound beautiful mingled with his own. Bakugou leans back some, one large palm splayed out next to your head whilst the other soothes itself down along your heaving chest as you try to adjust to the thickness of his cock buried deep inside of you.
"Relax..." he soothes, large thumb pressing against your nipple as he passed by before he ventures further with his hand once again. He feels the small pudge of your stomach, unable to stop himself when he squeezes a little with the thought of fucking you full of his cum; of his offspring. You'd make him a father of many children, he can tell. His fingers once again find home between your thighs, he strokes his way down to feel the stretch of your pussy around his cock and it has him almost whining.
Slowly, his fingers place themselves against your clit as he rubs soothing circles whilst fucking himself shallowly further into you until he's seated all the way to the hilt. His stomach is tense, every muscle in his body flexing when he finally draws himself up to his full height on his knees. His large hands drag along your thighs, feeling the dips and raised skin along the way of many scars. He wonders what scars your skin will blossom with when you bear his children, it has his hips rutting harshly into you.
A snarl sits on his lips when he hears your guttural moan, your thighs clenching around him the best they could and the look in your eye holds the match that sets off the fire in his stomach. He growls, deep and rumbled in his chest when he starts to fuck into you with new vigour. His hands clasped tight around your thighs, scratching against the skin that he's sure would be enough to draw blood. Bakugou pulls you into each and every one of his thrusts, forcing his cock the deepest it can reach in you to have you screaming his name.
Your hand splays itself against his pelvis, fingers pressed into the tensed muscle of his abdominal muscles. He looks terrifying above you like this, every muscle in his body is poised as if he were ready to fight someone. The veins bulge on his neck, and he's growling and snarling like a feral beast but it has you clenching around him, walls spasming at just how handsome he looked. He showed great promise of being able to provide for you, he would protect you endlessly and you no doubt would produce some of the strongest children.
"W-Wait," you pant, blinking at the haze that settles on your eyes, you can feel your stomach tensing up more. Everything feels so sensitive and he's bullying his way through your walls when they squeeze, and he somehow knows how to read your body perfectly. He shifts his knees a little closer, hauling you up with his body when he really kneels on his knees. Your back is arched almost uncomfortably but the new depth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!" you scream into the darkness of the night as the knot finally tightens until it inevitably snaps.
Bakugou practically roars at the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you more harshly through it until he briefly pulls out of your spasming hole to manhandle your body around onto your hands and knees. A large palm presses against your back, arching you just right before he's thrusting himself forward. He buries himself to the hilt and this time he doesn't wait to let you adjust, he fucks you with a new goal in mind; to make sure you get pregnant with his seed.
"A strong wolf like you should provide me with strong pups, no?" he asks, it's more of a question to himself but you still find yourself nodding deliriously along with his words. You do want to provide him with strong children, strong enough to conquer the world. "Hah, fuck, you're so fuckin' wet. Like a real bitch in heat." He's babbling, that's your only tell that he's getting closer to his own orgasm. His mind is hazy, vision honed in on the place where the two of you are joined.
His cock has a delicate ring of cream at the base, and your pussy is positively gushing around him. A large hand slaps against your ass cheek, pushing you further into the ground when he adjusts his position. One leg propped up, the other still on his knee whilst he fucks into you at an angle that has you cursing up a storm. Bakugou grins at the filthy words falling from your lips, the Seer was definitely right in saying you were his twin flame.
Bakugou's upper lip twitches in a snarl, his dangerously long canines on show and the peek of his gum makes him feel like he really is part dragon like the stories say. His cock twitches harshly, his orgasm pulled from him when your walls flutter once your second orgasm hits you. He's pressing right against the squishy spot that has your vision blackening, stars dancing behind your closed eyes whilst your throat burns with the moaning scream that's forced from your lungs.
His cum is hot as it fills you, and there's an obscene amount of it. He keeps his body close, fucking you through both his and your own orgasm until finally, he stills. His body drapes itself over your own, sticky with sweat that quickly cools in the chill of the night air. He presses a delicate kiss directly to your spine, watching how you shiver at the action. "Are you hurt?" he asks finally, watching you shake your head before whining when he pulls himself out of your abused pussy.
Bakugou can't help but marvel at the amount of cum that gushes from inside of you, he would've pushed it back inside of you if he wasn't so confident in the fact his seed definitely caught on the first attempt. So instead he pulls you towards him when he settles on his side, you curl into him naturally to absorb his warmth. The beat of the drums is still faint in the distance, along with the croaking calls of a raven.
The sound of approval. The sound that you both had brought an end to a terrible war.
contains: hair pulling, rough sex, and a little anger
he absolutely HATES when you hold back your moans, this man will dig his nails into your hips, making sure he doesn't go too hard on you since he's not in the worst mood, and start slamming into you. He gets pissed when your voice isn't as loud as the slapping from your bodies touching that's echoing throughout the room, he'll use your body as a leverage until you start moaning into the pillow.
he doesn't care that he's starting to let out loud moans, he doesn't care about how flushed his face is either. he's not gonna let himself go until you do that's for sure. he'll even grip your hair so he can hear your pretty sounds more clearly.
he tends to get a teeny bit rough on accident, but it's all out of love. <3
a/n: I did NOT expect my first one to do so well!! thank you all smmm <3 you guys should totally give me some ideas. I'm down.
Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help bae ur literally my crutch 😭
688 words.
Your face is the very picture of a nervous wreck as you sit at the restaurant table with your lover and public hero figure, Katsuki Bakugou. The two of you are currently on a double date with Kaminari Denki and Mina Ashido, and they stare at you like beady, bug eyed creatures, studying you with buzzing excitement at the fact that their best friend has finally, finally got a girlfriend.
Meanwhile, you shift awkwardly in your seat and hope to God that none of your boyfriend’s cum has leaked from your stretched, aching, needy cunt.
He had just enough time to tease you before you left to meet up with his friends. He wanted you filled to leaking with his cum to show him how devoted you are as he takes you to meet his friends, meanwhile, you weren’t allowed even a single orgasm.
Your belly bulges with just how many times he got to fill you up, and your legs rub together in an attempt to give your throbbing pussy some friction and relief.
“uhm… Excuse me- I- I’m gonna go to the bathroom-…”
Your hands shake as you get up from the table, noticing Katsuki’s warning gaze as he watches you quickly scramble for the gender neutral bathrooms.
His eyes stay mostly fixed on your ass, but he’s still suspicious of you. After all, he doesn’t want all of that cum to go to waste after all he went through to gift it to you.
After about five minutes, he starts to get even more suspicious, and he excuses himself to come and check on you. Part of him is a little worried- you were looking a little queasy, but he just figured he’d make sure you were alright.
“Babe?…”
“In here-”
You were desperate for his touch and to finally have your orgasm that you just couldn’t take his teasing anymore. So here you are, cramped up in the bathroom as Katsuki walks in, struggling to close the door behind him.
He can’t resist you, and you know he can’t, so your plan is to beg for it. There’s no possible way that he could resist you.
His eyes immediately darken as he takes in your out of breath, blushing form, the top buttons of your blouse undone to reveal the freckle on your bust that he loves to pay special attention to.
It’s like he’s an animal in heat, suddenly invading your personal space in all the right ways and nuzzling the crook of your breasts. Wordlessly, he hikes up your thigh, squeezing the plush, squishy flesh and biting your tits like a man having his last meal.
The one free hand hikes up your shirt to press at the bulge of your bloated belly, pushing down. You squirm in response, whining and closing your legs as some of his cum leaks into your underwear, lubing you up easily along with your own arousal.
“Fuck- do you even know what you do to me?”
His words are lost on you as you focus only on the gravelly sound of his voice, grounding you like the gravel on the floor itself. You focus so hard on his voice, that the sound of his zipper being undone goes straight to the back of your mind.
Hopefully the two of you are alone in here, because your hushed whispers aren’t nearly as discreet as you think them to be, and any sounds echo off tile walls in the bathroom. You pay no mind to it, though, distracted by the cool air hitting your most intimate areas before he’s buried deep inside of you like you were meant to warm him, and keep him there.
The two of you aren’t exactly quick about it, as Katsuki has his second orgasm in the deepest parts of you, his spend now leaking down your thighs in several messy rivulets, mixing with your sweat as you can no longer hold any more of him.
Mina and Denki may be idiots sometimes, but they’re not stupid. They know exactly what you’re doing, and the whisper and giggle among themselves as the thought.
Warnings: Voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~
Word Count: 8k
The first time is an accident.
Katsuki has never noticed the quarter sized hole in the bathroom wall, hiding in plain sight behind his towel rack, blending into the ugly, out of date flower pattern. But two months into his new lease, he sees it.
He sees you. Just beyond the wall is the naked curve of his roommate’s ass, bent over as you dry your legs from the shower. There’s a glimpse of something else, too. Something far more forbidden, peeking out for just a moment between your legs. Wet, inviting, begging to be seen.
A wave of heat flashes in his gut, one that tells him he’s doing something wrong, that he should look away. He shakes his head, looks at himself in the mirror and mumbles a few curses. Katsuki even points a finger at his reflection, scolds himself with a “don’t be a fucking creep.”
But the next time isn’t an accident.
It’s purposeful, a quick pull of his towel off the rack when he hears you rummaging around in your bathroom. Curiosity killed the cat, and Katsuki has been far, far too curious about you since the moment he walked into the shared apartment.
A/N: Here I am again, back on my daddy Katsuki bullshit; 4k of smut with a dash of plot. Thank you so much to @mindninjax for beta-reading this and encouraging me to finish it ❤️
“Does your stupid boyfriend fuck you like this?”
Katsuki knows you’re too full to answer, cunt stuffed so snugly around his cock he can feel every pull of your inner muscles. Keen eyes admire how your flesh parts for him, drags along his length, coats his heavy cock with fresh cream.
He loves you like this: on your back, nipples swollen, puffy, glistening with remnants of spit, your legs curled back, lashes thick with tears. Prettiest fucking thing he ever did see. It’s just a damn shame you’re supposed to be off-limits, that every time you cum at home he has to smother your screams with the palm of his hand.
Capturing both your wrists between mean fingers, he starts pulling you down onto his cock; hard, deep thrusts that make your body bounce and the sheets wrinkle.
“Best little step-kid I could ever ask for, aren’t cha? Always so needy for daddy’s cock.”
You were tempting from the beginning, the pretty college girl he only saw glimpses of on holidays, flirty and smiley and clearly into him. He supposes you’ve got some kind of fucked up daddy issues, and that he only makes them worse every time he finds his way inside of you. Not that he cares. You’re too sweet to pass up, cunt too tight and lips so soft against his and around his dick.
Warnings: Stuckage, slight dubcon, praise kink, degradation, light spanking, thigh fucking, spitting (on the pussy), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie
Word Count: 4k
A/N: I’ve wanted to write stuckage for so long, and who better with than Katsuki? For those who don’t know, stuckage just means one of the characters literally gets stuck and fucked lol in this case, it’s reader.
It’s a normal patrol night. Humid summer air sticks to sweaty, sweet smelling skin, makes Katuski’s hands itch in his gloves. In and out of alleys, checking lingering shadows and avoiding the gazes of pedestrians.
By midnight, he’s bored.
There are no alarms ringing on his phone, no idiot villains skirting around corners for him to chase. Wide awake and ansty, he slips down another alley, kicking a few trash bags before checking in a dumpster. He half-way wishes there was a body inside, just something to pique his interest.
“H-hey! Hey down there!” a feminine voice echoes off the brick walls of the apartment buildings, riding the heatwaves and sinking into the pavement.
Katsuki squints as he looks up, nose wrinkling at the thought of some fangirl yelling down at him from her bedroom.
Then, he sees you. You’re halfway out your window, three stories up.
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