·̩͙ ･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆ „bakugou and his girlfriend … started to date … still new … in the dorm … a messsyyyyy makeout“
“You don’t have to, like… sit on me or anything.”
Bakugo said it while you were already halfway into his lap.
You froze—halfway between kneeling on his bed and planting your ass right on his thighs.
“…Should I not?” you asked, suddenly unsure.
He looked like he regretted speaking. “No—shit, no. I just—fuck, you can.”
You raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Yes. Just—do it quick before I die or something.”
That made you laugh. You climbed the rest of the way onto his lap, settling carefully on his thighs with your hands braced on his shoulders. His arms stiffened at his sides. His entire body felt like a coiled spring—solid muscle, warm under his shirt, and completely overwhelmed.
“You okay?” you whispered, tilting your head.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled, eyes darting from your face to your mouth to the corner of the room and back again. “Totally fine. He was not fine. He was flustered as hell. The blush across his face was criminal.
You leaned in and kissed him. Just once. Soft and quick. And then again. And again, And suddenly, it wasn’t soft anymore.
He kissed you like his body caught up before his brain could—hands finally landing on your waist, gripping, like he didn’t trust himself to let go. His lips moved like he’d been thinking about this since your first date and trying not to. A little too rough, a little messy.
You gasped when his tongue brushed yours—and he immediately froze.
“I—shit,” he breathed, pulling back an inch. “Sorry. Was that—too much?”
You blinked. “No. No, it was good. You’re good.” He looked like he was short-circuiting. “Oh.”
You giggled. “You’re really bad at this, huh?”
“Shut up,” he muttered, trying to scowl, but he still had his hands on your hips like they were glued there and his ears were turning red. “I don’t do this shit.”
“You don’t kiss girls?” you teased.
“Not ones I like.” Your brain short-circuited. Before you could say anything, he muttered,
“Forget I said that—shit—fuck—”
You kissed him again to shut him up. This time he kissed you back with a little more confidence—not much, but enough to make you melt into him. His hands gripped your waist tighter, tugging you closer, and when your body pressed into his and your skirt slid a little too high, he made a sound in his throat that was pure, panicked arousal.
“Katsuki.”
“…Yeah?”
“You’re, like, really hard right now.”
“Don’t say that out loud—!”
You buried your face in his neck, laughing, and he groaned like he wanted to sink into the floor. But his arms wrapped around you anyway.
And his voice—muffled, mumbled against your shoulder,
“Can we just… do that again? The kissing part?“
“Yeah. We can.”
You kissed him again, deeper this time. And something in him broke.
His hands moved like they were figuring it out in real time—gripping your hips, then sliding up your sides, then back down again, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more: to hold you still or pull you closer.
Your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt as you tilted your head, kissing him harder now, mouths warm and open and clumsy. When your teeth bumped, you both flinched and laughed—but then he kissed you again before the moment could even end.
His breath was hot, ragged against your lips. “Fuck, you taste good—” You moaned softly, and he shuddered.
“Don’t make that sound,” he muttered, trying to pull back. “Seriously. I’ll combust.”
“Then don’t kiss me like that.”
“You kissed me like that—”
You rolled your hips just slightly, and he whimpered—an actual, involuntary noise punched out of his chest. His head fell back against the wall.
･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆„bakugo taking innocent!reader’s virginity … it’s a struggle cuz he’s so huge & she’s tight? “
You’d touched him before. You’d kissed him, shy and breathless. You’d sucked on his fingers while he told you how good you looked doing it, guiding your jaw as you gagged and drooled. You’d even gone down on him once—messy and overwhelmed, your nose buried in the base of his cock while your tears stained his skin. He’d praised you for every second of it, filthy and tender all at once.
But this?
This was different.
You were naked under him—bare, trembling, every inch of your skin sensitive under his calloused hands —and Katsuki had that look in his eyes. Hungry. Focused. Like he was going to ruin you slowly. Like he wanted to see you cry again, but this time from the stretch.
Your thighs quivered when he settled between them, thick and flushed and already hard against your belly. His mouth tilted in a smirk when he saw your face.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked already,” he murmured, thumbing between your legs like he owned the place. “What, you like gettin’ worked up before I even put a finger in?”
Your breath caught. “Katsuki— I don’t know if I can—”
“You can.” His voice dropped as he leaned in. “You want me, don’t you?”
You nodded fast, face burning.
He kissed your jaw, then lower, warm lips brushing your throat. “You want my fingers?”
“…Y‑Yeah.”
“You want my cock?”
The words made your breath stop. You whimpered, just barely, “Yes… please,” and his groan vibrated against your skin.
“Then be a good girl,” he said, “and relax.”
His fingers started slow—one at first, teasing and shallow—then two after a few minutes, curling deep inside you. And even that felt like too much. You gasped, back arching, grabbing at his wrist.
“Katsuki—!” you squeaked, thighs snapping closed instinctively.
He froze. “You okay?”
“I‑It’s a lot,” you whispered. “I can feel everything…”
His eyes darkened. “That’s the point, baby.” But his voice softened. “You’re just not used to bein’ full yet. Breathe for me.”
You nodded, shaky, chest rising and falling fast. He waited—fingers still, watching your face—until your grip on him loosened. Then he curled them inside you just a little.
You jerked, gasping.
“There it is,” he murmured, brushing his lips to your ear. “That spot right there? That’s mine now.”
You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Your body clenched around him too hard to form words.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he muttered, voice strained. “If you’re squeezin’ my fingers like this, how the hell are you gonna take my cock?”
You shivered. “I don’t know,” you said, whispering into his ear.
He stopped. “You wanna stop?”
“No.” Your breath trembled. “No… I just—I’m scared.”
“I know, baby.” He kissed your temple, then your cheek. “You’re doin’ so good. Just let me take care of it.”
When he finally lined himself up between your legs—thick, heavy, leaking against your inner thigh—your whole body stiffened.
“Katsuki,” you said, panic rising again. “You’re not—there’s no way you’ll fit—”
He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he guided the head against your entrance. “You said that about my fingers too.”
“That’s—Katsuki, this is bigger—”
“I know it’s bigger,” he grunted, sliding in just the tip, and your entire body jolted. “Shit. You’re fuckin’ tight.”
You whimpered, thighs trembling, instinctively trying to close around him—but he was already between them, one hand gripping your thigh, the other cradling your cheek.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Breathe. You’re okay.”
Your nails dug into his arms. “It hurts…”
“I know,” he murmured. “I know. You’re a virgin, baby. That’s what happens.”
You stared up at him, watery-eyed. “Are you… are you gonna go all the way in?”
He kissed your cheek again. “Eventually. Not if you don’t let me, though.”
And he stayed like that—just the tip inside you—holding you, kissing you, letting you breathe through it. His words were low and rough against your skin.
“You’re takin’ me so well.”
“You’re bein’ brave, baby.”
“You’re mine. Let me in.”
Eventually, you nodded, And he pushed deeper.
You gasped, whole body locking up again. The stretch was brutal. It felt like you were going to split.
“Katsuki—!”
“Shhh, I got you. You’re okay. Just a little more…”
You felt every inch of him—every vein, every twitch, every pulse—as he sank in slow, letting you take it. Your walls throbbed around him, clamping down so tight it hurt.
“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so hard,” he growled. “Shit—baby, you’re gonna kill me.”
You whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.
“Shhh, I know,” he murmured, kissing them away. “You’re takin’ me. Just like that. Good girl.”
He didn’t move at first. Just stayed buried in you, deep and thick and twitching against your walls, his mouth warm on your skin. You felt stretched beyond what seemed possible. Too full. Overwhelmed.
“Katsuki,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can—”
“You can,” he said, voice low and firm. “You already are.”
“It’s so much,” you gasped. “You’re too big—I can’t—”
“You can,” he repeated. “You’re takin’ all of me, baby. This pussy’s made to stretch around my cock.”
Your thighs twitched. Your chest heaved.
“it still hurts—”
“I know.” His hand stroked your hair. “That’s ‘cause no one’s ever been here before. Gotta teach your body how to take me.”
You nodded, shakily. He kissed your cheek again. Then—slowly—his hips rolled. You cried out, arms clinging to him, the sensation tearing through your core.
He froze. “Too much?”
“I‑I don’t know. Just… slow. Please.”
“I am goin’ slow,” he muttered, biting back a groan. “You think I’m not fuckin’ dying right now?”, You blinked up at him, glassy-eyed.
His voice gentled. “Okay. I’ll go even slower. You just hold on.”
And he started moving. Tiny thrusts. Barely pulling out. Just grinding inside you, dragging his cock against your sore walls with steady control. You could feel everything. Every inch of him. Every drag, every push.
You whimpered, thighs twitching again. “It’s too much—Katsuki, I feel like I’m gonna split—”
“You’re not.” He pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “You’re takin’ it. Look at you. So full. Fuckin’ perfect.”
You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. But your legs stopped shaking. Your fingers relaxed. And the pain… started to shift.
He felt it too. „There she is,” he murmured, voice dark and rough. “Startin’ to open up for me.”
His next thrust went a little deeper. A pulse of heat bloomed under the ache. Your body jolted.
“That feel better?” he asked, teeth grazing your jaw.
You nodded, breath shaky. “Y‑Yeah… it’s still a lot but—oh—”
He chuckled, low and wicked. “Good fucking girl.”
He pulled back slowly—almost halfway — then pushed back in. Deep. Full. You gasped, fingers clutching his back.
You didn’t even realize you were moaning until he whispered, “Say it. Say it feels good.”
“It feels—ah!—good,” you gasped, shocked by the admission.
“Fuck,” he groaned, starting to move for real. Still slow, still careful—but with purpose now. “Gonna split you open ‘til you love it.”
Your breath came faster. His thumb found your clit, circling it while he filled you with every deep, stretching thrust. Your back arched, mouth falling open.
“Goddamn, baby,” he panted. “You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good. Gonna make me lose it—”
You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat, the slick pulse of skin on skin, the rising heat in your belly.
“Look at me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours.
You did—eyes wet, mouth trembling—and he smirked.
“Yeah. You’re mine now.”
His next thrust punched a whimper out of you. “This little pussy’s learnin’ what it’s made for.”
You cried out, walls fluttering, pleasure finally overtaking the pain.
“Startin’ to fuck me back,” he rasped. “You feel that, baby? That’s your body beggin’ me to stay inside.”
You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel him, stretching you open, claiming you with every slow, wrecking thrust.
Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would—fast and deep and overwhelming. You clenched down around him, gasping his name.
Katsuki cursed, hips stuttering.
“Fuck, baby… if you squeeze me like that—shit—”
He buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name as he came—deep inside you, full and hot, hips jerking with the force of it. He clung to you, arms trembling.
Afterward, he stayed close. Didn’t pull out right away. Just held you. Pressed kisses to your skin.
When he finally cleaned you up—soft shirt, warm water, hands gentle—he curled up beside you and pulled you into his lap.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing your thigh.
You nodded, sleepy. “I think I was just scared…”
He looked down at you, hand cupping your cheek.
“You never gotta be scared with me,” he said. “Next time’ll be easier.”
You blinked. “Next time?” He smirked. “You think I’m only fuckin’ you once?”
summary: It’s the first time Katsuki gets his mouth on your pussy, and he loses every shred of self-control. He’s messy, greedy, and completely gone — grinding into the bed, and he doesn’t care how pathetic he sounds… because he needs you. All of you. Again and again.
warnings: oral sex (m→f), katsuki being hopelessly pussy drunk, thigh-gripping, hair-pulling, one-sided bed humping (yeah he does that), soft whimpering bakugo, katsuki being so down bad it’s embarrassing, begging, possessiveness, desperate, overstimulation themes, messy sounds, cum worship, feral praise kink energy, emotionally horny behavior, explicit language.
wc: 0.5k words.
anon: I love whipped katsuki .
Your thighs trembled around his head, and Katsuki let out a deep, wrecked groan like he was being fucking blessed, like your pussy was holy and he’d finally found religion.
“You’re so wet,” he grunted, voice low, wrecked with lust.
He was starving. Eyes glazed, mouth messy, hips grinding into the mattress like his life depended on it. His hands clutched at your thighs like he’d die if you pulled away, like he needed you locked in place, wrapped around him, forever.
“Oh fuck, baby—fuck,” he whined, actually whined, voice muffled against your slick folds. “I can’t—can’t fuckin’ believe I went this long without havin’ this—” His tongue lapped at you desperately, sloppily, completely lost in the taste. “What the fuck were we thinkin’—how the fuck did I not know you tasted like this—?”
He moaned against your pussy like he was drunk on it—high off the sweet, soaked mess of you on his tongue. His hips rutted again, slow and mindless, cock leaking into the sheets like all it took was the sound of your breath hitching above him.
And god, he couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t. He was in too deep.
“This pussy’s mine now,” he breathed, dragging his tongue up your slit like he was trying to memorize it. “M’gonna fuckin’ die down here—don’t even care. Let me—please, let me taste it again, fuck, I need it.”
Your moan made his whole body shudder. He sounded broken, like every second not buried in you was physically painful. His tongue fucked into you again, messy and greedy, spit and slick dripping down his chin, and he didn’t care. He wanted it all. Wanted you dripping on his face, on his tongue, wanted to feel you fall apart from his mouth.
“Goddamn, you’re so warm,” he whimpered, dragging his mouth back to your clit and sucking so hard your back arched off the bed. “So fuckin’ sweet, so—so perfect. Baby, please. Please come for me. Wanna taste it. Wanna feel you fuckin’ break on my mouth—need it, fuck, need it.”
His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles against your clit while his tongue dove back in, noisy, obscene, practically worshipping your cunt with every movement. He was making the filthiest sounds—slurping, gasping, moaning like your pussy was the only thing that ever made sense.
And when you came? He lost it.
You screamed his name, sobbing through it, and Katsuki moaned like a man possessed—latching on, tongue still working, lips sucking, like he couldn’t let a single drop go to waste. He was shaking, humping the mattress shamelessly, chasing his own orgasm just from the taste of yours.
“Oh fuck—oh god, baby, yes—give it to me, please, I need—fuck—fuck, I need all of it—”
He didn’t stop. Didn’t even think about stopping. Not when you were still twitching, still sensitive, still dripping for him. Not when you were crying out from overstimulation and he was still licking like he couldn’t get enough.
Because he couldn’t.
Katsuki Bakugo was absolutely, pathetically, completely fucking gone.
Pussy drunk. Whipped. And completely, irrevocably yours
← MHA ┆ NAVI →
a/n : thanks for reading.. i <3 pussy drunk katsuki
Bakugou with reader who is ovulating plz plz plz like she is so horny for him
⸝⸝ ＃┆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓! ⎯ 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈
summary: With U.A.’s dorm air conditioning broken during the peak of a sweltering summer, tensions are already high—but your body is on fire for a whole different reason. Ovulating and insatiable, you can’t keep your hands—or mouth—off your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo.
warnings: Rough Bakugo, horny&ovulating!reader, dorm setting, possessive, lots of heat and love, oral (f → m), penetration (m → f),Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, throat-grabbing, rough handling, and forceful positioning (consensual). Creampie, Dirty talk, Ovulation, Praise & Possessive Language: Includes name-calling ( “slut,” “mine”)
wc: 1.4k words.
katscki: i hope I did it how you imagined it !
The U.A. dorms were dead quiet. Curfew had passed, the hallway lights dimmed, and the only sound was the hum of the broken air conditioning system—completely useless against the boiling summer heat.
Bakugo’s room was dark, save for the flicker of his laptop on the desk, the blue light casting across his bare chest. He sat back in his desk chair, sweat glistening on his collarbones, towel slung around his neck, and a low scowl on his face from the sticky air.
You were already on your knees.
It had started as a kiss. Just a soft, lazy brush of lips when you came in to say goodnight—but then your hands slid down his abs, and your body reacted on instinct.
You were ovulating. Again. And your boyfriend—half-naked, and panting slightly from the heat—was simply too much.
Now your fingers dug into his thighs, mouth wet and eager around his cock, taking him as deep as you could.
“Fucking hell…” Bakugo grunted, voice low and tight as his fingers curled in your hair. “You can’t fuckin’ stop, can you?”
You moaned around him in response, loving the way his hips jerked just slightly—his usual control slipping. You bobbed your head slowly, deliberately, dragging your tongue along the underside of his shaft, cheeks hollowing, moaning like you were starving for him.
Because you were.
He tasted like sweat and skin and something so purely Katsuki it had your thighs rubbing together. Your pussy throbbed, panties soaked, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to taste him, feel him twitch in your mouth, hear him curse and lose control. Again.
“Look at you,” he rasped, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Fuckin’ filthy little thing. You’re obsessed.”
You pulled back just long enough to grin up at him. Your lips were wet, a little swollen, and your voice was wrecked. “I can’t help it. You’re so hot—you’re the fucking problem.”
“Yeah?” he growled. “Get up. I’m not fuckin’ coming in your mouth tonight.”
You blinked, still breathless, and his voice dropped even lower. “Gonna fuck you instead.”
He yanked you up, spun you around, and pushed you face-first onto the bed. You yelped—half shocked, half thrilled—as he ripped your shorts down your thighs. Your panties went with them, sticking to your soaked pussy, and he groaned at the sight.
“God damn,” he hissed. “You’re fuckin’ dripping.”
“I told you,” you whined, arching your back, presenting yourself for him without shame. “It’s the week—I want you all the time—”
“You’re gonna take every fuckin’ inch,” he snarled, lining himself up without hesitation. “Begging for it like a bitch in heat.”
And then he slammed into you.
You screamed into the pillow, body jolting as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. His hips slapped against your ass, balls heavy against your thighs, and you were already a mess, shaking and clenching around him.
“Katsuki—fuck—!”
He didn’t stop. One hand gripped your hip, the other wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you down like you’d try to run. Not that you ever would.
“This what you needed?” he growled, fucking you rough, deep, with full strokes that made your brain melt. “You walk in here all sweet and stupid and then drop to your knees like a little slut. You wanted this cock so fuckin’ bad?”
“Yes!” you cried, fingers digging into the sheets. “I need it, Katsuki, need you—need you to fill me, please—!”
He grunted, thrusting harder, and you felt his grip tighten on your neck.
“Gonna fill you up. You keep beggin’ like that, I’ll fuckin’ knock you up right here in this bed.”
Your body clenched hard at his words, and you sobbed with need, ass pushing back onto him like your body welcomed the idea.
“That what you want, baby?” he hissed. “Want me to fuck you full and leave you leaking all night?”
“Please,” you gasped. “Do it—fill me up, Katsuki—breed me—”
That broke him.
He grabbed your hair, yanked you up against his chest, and fucked up into you from behind as you sat on his cock, stuffed full and sobbing with pleasure. One hand slipped between your legs, rubbing your clit in fast, mean circles until you were shattering around him, crying out his name over and over.
“That’s it,” he groaned, thrusting through your orgasm. “So fuckin’ tight—so wet—fuck—”
He slammed in one last time, held you there, and spilled inside you with a growl so low and raw it vibrated through your spine. You could feel him pulsing inside, warmth flooding you, your body welcoming every drop.
You collapsed forward onto the bed, chest heaving, soaked with sweat and slick and cum, your legs twitching from overstimulation.
Bakugo leaned over you, panting hard, still buried to the hilt.
“Fuck…” he muttered against your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me.”
He kissed your neck—rough, messy, possessive—and you muttered, while letting out a weak laugh, a little dazed. “Worth it.”
← MHA ┆ NAVI →
a/n : thanks for reading.. my smut… it’s kinda short I’m sorryyyy
summary: Bakugo making his girlfriend completely unravel beneath him — when her trembling, overstimulated body can’t take another second, and he’s the one making sure she does.
warnings: nsfw, fem!reader, Vibrator Use (m→f), Overstimulation, Power Dynamics, Soft Dom Bakugo, Rough but caring, Begging, Reader losing control, Praise Kink, Intensity, Slight Degradation, Possessiveness, Mentions of bodily fluids, Bakugo being mean on purpose but attentive under it all.
wc: 0.2k words.
request: „Hii!! Can you make !Katsuki x reader, overstimulation with a vibrator.“
“Hold still.”
His voice is low, commanding — the kind that vibrates down your spine like a warning and a promise all in one. Katsuki’s crimson eyes lock onto yours, sharp and intense, never missing a twitch of your body as you writhe beneath him. One of his hands pins your wrists above your head, firm but never cruel. His thumb brushes slowly over your pulse, grounding you, reminding you that even in control, he’s still careful. Still yours.
The vibrator between your thighs hums steadily, maddeningly — not enough to tip you over, not anymore. Not after how many times he’s already dragged you to the edge, only to pull you back with that frustrating precision he seems to enjoy too damn much.
“You look good like this,” he mutters, his voice hot against your jaw. “All flushed and trembling… beggin’ without sayin’ a damn word.”
A desperate sound slips from your lips as your hips lift, chasing friction. His smirk is wicked — smug, a little cruel, but there’s heat in his eyes. And something softer, just beneath it. His fingers slide through your hair, tender even when everything else is not.
“I said hold still.“
The rhythm of the toy changes again — pulsing, intense. Your legs twitch uncontrollably. Your eyes flutter shut.
“Look at me.”
His voice snaps you back, sharp and possessive. You force your gaze up to his, and the moment your eyes meet, something in his expression darkens.
“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re not tappin’ out now, princess. Not ‘til I say so.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ a filthy first—you go down on katsuki mid-match, mic on, friends online 𐦯
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ fem!reader · cocky!bkg meets whiny!bkg · gamer!bkg · hot mic · messy · oral m!receiving · reader in control · needy!bakugo · overstimulation · semi-public · voice kink · trying to stay quiet
˓× ˒ 0.5k words.
･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆ „what about readers first time giving head to bkg while he plays video games with his friends?“
He’d been yelling at Kirishima and kaminari for twenty minutes. “sparky, if you don’t cover— yeah, that’s what I fucking thought!”
Bakugou was full-blown in his element, headset on, controller in a death grip, legs spread wide on the couch like he owned the living room. His voice was raw, aggressive, cocky as ever—and you could feel the heat pooling in your stomach just listening to him.
So you slid off the armrest where you’d been sitting, and made your way between his legs.
He didn’t even look down, just barked another order into his mic. “Flash left, now! Idiots.”
But when you pulled his sweats down far enough to free him, hard already and twitching at the base, that got his attention.
His hips jerked. “The—fuck are you—”
You gave him a look, innocent, daring, tongue flicking the tip of his cock like a question and a threat at the same time.
“Don’t stop playing,” you whispered, breath warm across the head of his dick. “Don’t make a sound.” His jaw clenched. “Shit.”
And then you took him in, slow and warm and too good, and Bakugou choked on a curse so loud it nearly blew out his mic.
“—FUCK—”
“Oi—Kacchan??”
“You good, man?”
“You lagging?”
He slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, muscles locked. He managed a gruff, “Y-yeah. Fuckin’… controller lagged.”
His voice was already cracking. You were barely even moving yet—just sucking him down slow, letting your tongue swirl lazily, drawing little moans out of him that he couldn’t stop.
He tried to keep playing. He really did.
But every time you bobbed your head, every time your tongue traced the underside of his cock, he twitched and bucked under you, his thighs shaking with restraint.
You looked up at him, all dark lashes and wicked smile. He yanked one side of his headset off, hand gripping your hair.
“Shit, shit, baby, please—” he whispered, breath hitching. “I can’t—fuck, you’re gonna make me—”
“Then mute the mic,” you whispered, lips brushing the tip. “Or be quiet.”
His eyes burned. That perfect line between rage and desperation. And the way he groaned when you sucked him back in—muffled behind gritted teeth, fists clenched on the controller.
He was trying so hard not to thrust into your mouth, his abs twitching, sweat prickling at his temples. Every few seconds a strangled grunt would slip, and he’d fake a cough or bark at the team just to cover it.
“Goddamn—mmf—fucking flank them already, I—I—shit—!”
You could feel how close he was. Pulsing on your tongue, thighs quaking, legs tense and twitching. He whined—actually whined—when you pulled off just before he could come, a needy, ruined sound he couldn’t stop.
“Fuckin’ hell, Y/n,” he growled low, shoving the headset all the way off and grabbing your face with both hands. His voice was wrecked. “What the fuck was that? You tryna kill me?”
You just smirked, licking your lips.
“You liked it.”
He dragged you into his lap, panting against your mouth, still so hard it hurt.
“You better ride me right now,” he warned, eyes dangerous, voice shaking. “Or I swear I’m gonna bend you over this couch and make sure they hear you next.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ newly married, you steal Bakugo’s tie and wear it over your wedding dress. Later that night, with your dress bunched at your hips and that same tie looped around your neck 𐦯
⊹ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ post-wedding sex · fem!reader · tie kink · riding · dom!bakugo · filthy talk · soft possessiveness · katsuki being down bad for his wife · tugging on the tie · reader is obsessed with him and he knows it · light restraint mention · explicit content · nsfw
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･῾ ᵎ rq ⋆ 🦈 !! „Stealing bakugous tie after you get married … just wearing it … over your pretty dress, … it never comes off and he’s tugging on it while you ride him…“
You’d stolen his tie hours ago.
It was still looped around your neck now, a dark strip of silk against bare skin, trailing down over the white of your dress. You’d danced in it, laughed in it, kissed in it. It smelled like him.
Now you were in the hotel suite, perched on his lap with your skirts bunched up around your waist, straddling him. Your heels were gone, hair a little messy, but his eyes were locked on the tie.
“Fuck,” he muttered, voice gone rough. “You’ve been wearin’ that all night?”
You nodded, rocking your hips against the hard length under his slacks. “It’s mine now.”
“Like hell.” His palms slid up your thighs, pushing your dress higher. “It’s mine. Same as you.
You gasped when he cupped you through your panties, fingers pressing just enough to make you arch.
“Katsuki…”
“Stand up.” He tugged at the hem of your dress until it was around your hips. “Leave it on.”
You obeyed, stepping out of your panties while his eyes followed every movement. He slid his trousers down just enough, freeing himself, and you could see the tremor in his jaw as he leaned back against the headboard.
“C’mere,” he rasped. “Show me what my wife looks like on top of me.”
You climbed back into his lap. His hands guided you, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as you sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch until he was buried inside you. Both of you moaned—low, guttural sounds—foreheads touching.
Then he reached up and wrapped his fist around the tie at your neck.
“You wear my name, my ring, my tie,” he said, pulling you a little closer with every word. “Gonna wear my cock too, sweetheart.”
You rocked against him, your hands braced on his shoulders, dress sliding off one shoulder. Every time you rolled your hips he met you halfway, slow but deep, filling you, stretching you.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growled, tugging the tie again, making you gasp. “Look at me. Ride me, baby. Show me.”
You started moving faster, rising and falling on him while he guided your hips, his thumb brushing your clit every time you came down. He was swearing under his breath, voice breaking on little groans.
“You like it when I pull?” he asked, tugging the tie harder. You whimpered. “Yeah, you do. Look at you. My fuckin’ wife, dripping on me, wearing my tie like a collar.”
“Katsuki—ah—” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” you moaned. “All yours, Katsuki—”
He grunted, thrusting up hard into you, making you cry out. “Again.”
“I’m yours,” you repeated, almost sobbing as you moved on him. “Always yours.”
“That’s it.” His free hand slid up your spine, the other still fisted in the tie. “Now come for me. Let me feel it.”
You did. You clenched around him and came with a trembling moan, head falling back, his name spilling from your lips. He held you there, hips snapping up as he followed you over the edge, a broken sound leaving his throat.
He loosened his grip on the tie, pulling you into his chest, kissing your neck where the silk lay.
“Next time,” he murmured against your skin, “you don’t just wear it. You let me tie your wrists with it.”
You shivered, still shaking around him, and smiled against his mouth.
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Another stack of paperwork.
You didn’t even hear them come in—not until the classroom door clicked shut, and two very familiar voices cut through the silence.
“Still here?” Aizawa’s voice was dry as ever, but his tone made your spine straighten. “It’s almost 6.”
You didn’t turn. “I just wanted to finish sorting the training assessments—Midoriya’s group submitted late and—”
“And you stayed behind. Again.” Hizashi’s voice was closer. Louder, but laced with concern under the grin. “You know you’re not getting paid for this, right?”
“I don’t mind.” You smiled faintly, still writing. “It’s part of the job.”
“See, that’s the problem,” Aizawa said flatly. “You should mind. Because we do.”
You finally looked up—and immediately regretted it.
Aizawa was standing by the door, arms crossed, that piercing stare locked on you like you were one of his students about to get scolded.
And Hizashi?
Hizashi was already behind your desk, leaning on the surface, eyes flicking over you like he knew every thought in your head.
“I’m fine,” you tried, a little breathless.
“That so?” Aizawa moved closer, deliberate steps. “Then why do you look like you’re about to pass out on your feet?”
“You’re doing too much, sweetheart,” Hizashi added, his voice lower now. “We’ve been watching you run yourself into the ground all week.”
“Class prep. Corrections, Then extra time with the first years.” Aizawa was at your side now, pulling your chair out slightly with his foot. “You don’t even eat lunch half the time.”
“I—”
“Not a request.” Aizawa’s hand gripped your chin. Not rough—but firm. Intent. “Put the pen down.”
You did.
“Good girl,” Hizashi murmured, fingers grazing the back of your neck. “Now let us take care of you for once.”
You barely had time to gasp before Aizawa tilted your head back and kissed you—slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. Like this was inevitable.
Hizashi’s hands were already working your blouse open, whispering praise between soft, maddening kisses against your throat.
“Worked so hard for us all day,” he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone. “Time to relax, baby.”
They moved in sync. Years of partnership showing, in the way they stripped you bare like a ceremony. In the way they touched you, devoured you like they’d been waiting for this moment.
Aizawa sat down in the chair you’d just vacated and pulled you into his lap, your back against his chest.
“Be still,” he said. “Let Hizashi do the work.”
And god, did he.
Hizashi dropped to his knees between your legs like he belonged there, looking up at you with heat and reverence.
“Let’s see how fast we can make that overworked brain melt, huh?” he teased—and then his mouth was on you, hot and relentless.
Your head fell back against Aizawa’s shoulder with a choked moan. He held you steady, one hand sliding up to palm your breast, the other between your thighs, spreading you wider for Hizashi’s mouth.
“Already shaking,” Aizawa muttered into your ear. “Didn’t take much, did it?”
“Sensitive,” Hizashi grinned, slick on his lips. “Bet she’s been needy all week and too damn stubborn to ask.”
“Typical.”
Their voices, their hands, their mouths—everywhere. You couldn’t tell who was touching you more, who was ruining you faster.
His voice brushed against your ear, low and commanding. “Keep them wide. Don’t move unless we say.”
From the floor, Hizashi grinned up at you between your legs. “Damn, what a view.”
Then his mouth was on you—hot, wet, and hungry, tongue gliding over your folds like he knew exactly what you needed. Because he did. He always did.
You cried out, hips jerking instinctively, but Aizawa’s hands were already there—one wrapped around your waist, holding you still, and the other slowly, deliberately sliding up your torso beneath your blouse.
“Easy,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple.
His hand found your breast, cupping it firmly, thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. You whimpered, head falling back onto his shoulder as Hizashi groaned into your cunt, tongue fucking you deep before dragging back up to your clit and sucking—hard.
Your thighs trembled, breath hitching in your throat.
“That’s it,” Aizawa muttered, dragging your bra down so he could pinch your nipple between two fingers. “Feel how sloppy you are for him?”
Hizashi moaned approval, the vibrations from his mouth making your whole body jolt.
“She tastes so fuckin’ good,” he said, voice muffled, tongue teasing your clit in slow, maddening circles. “Bet she’s been dripping for this all week.”
“Of course she has.” Aizawa’s other hand was between your legs now too, spreading you open even further. His fingers never got in Hizashi’s way—they worked in perfect sync, as if this wasn’t the first time they’d done this, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.
“Look at you,” Aizawa murmured, voice like dark velvet in your ear. “Tits in my hands, cunt in his mouth, soaked and shaking like you’re about to fall apart.”
“I—fuck—” You couldn’t even form words anymore.
Hizashi groaned again, messily devouring you as Aizawa rolled your nipple between his fingers and bit your shoulder gently—like a warning.
“You’re not allowed to come yet,” he said flatly. “Not until I say.”
You whimpered, legs trembling as Hizashi’s tongue sped up.
You clawed at Aizawa’s forearms, whimpering, “Please, I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” he murmured in your ear, voice a low growl. “You’ll take it. Give it to us.”
His hand slid from your breast and down your stomach, fingers slipping between your thighs to where Hizashi’s mouth was already working you over. He didn’t push him away. He didn’t slow him down. Instead, he pressed two fingers to your swollen clit and started to circle it in slow, ruthless circles, perfectly in sync with Hizashi’s tongue inside you.
The combination was devastating.
“Oh, fuck—” Your back arched hard against Aizawa’s chest, a sharp cry tearing from your throat.
“That’s it,” he said, voice still calm, still dark. “Let go. Right now.”
Hizashi moaned into you like he was encouraging it, his tongue and lips never breaking rhythm. You felt his fingers dig lightly into your thighs, holding you open as he sucked and licked, devouring every sound you made.
Aizawa’s fingers pressed harder, faster against your clit, and the world went white.
You came with a broken sob, shuddering violently in Aizawa’s lap, hips jerking helplessly against Hizashi’s mouth. He didn’t pull back—he kept licking, kept sucking, swallowing down everything you gave him—until you were gasping, trembling, on the edge of overstimulation.
Aizawa’s free arm banded around your waist, keeping you upright as his fingers slowed just enough to drag out the aftershocks, still circling your throbbing clit.
“Good girl,” he murmured, lips against your ear. “That’s what I wanted. Perfect.”
Hizashi pulled back just enough to grin up at you, his chin glistening, his voice wrecked. “Goddamn, sweetheart. You look so fuckin’ pretty like this.
And still—Aizawa’s fingers on your clit. Still slow, teasing little circles, making you twitch and whine in his lap while Hizashi rubbed his palms up your thighs, clearly ready for another round.
“Don’t think we’re finished,” Aizawa said, voice steady even as you quivered. “We’re just getting started.”
