Kinktober -1 Orgasm Control
TW: smut (NSFW content), fem!reader, Bakugo is an adult in this story, teasing reader, dating, porn with minimal plot, rough dom Bakugo, 9k. words
DESCRIPTION: You tease Bakugo relentlessly on your date, pushing his buttons and getting under his skin. Despite his rage and frustration, he holds back from blasting you, not wanting to ruin your time together. However, his pent-up anger and arousal reach a boiling point, leading to a passionate, rough encounter where he brutally fucks you, pinning you down and pounding into you with barely controlled fury.
You were on a date with Bakugo, walking side by side down the bustling street of a trendy neighborhood. The warm evening air was filled with the chatter of people enjoying their nights out, the aroma of various cuisines wafting from the restaurants lining the streets. You glanced over at Bakugo, admiring hisjawline and the way his eyes seemed to glow under the soft streetlights. He was dressed casually in a simple t-shirt and jeans, but somehow, he still managed to look rugged and masculine.
As you walked, you couldn't help but tease him a little. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be the number one hero candidate, you're not doing a very good job at being a gentleman right now," you said with a playful smirk, bumping your shoulder against his arm.
Bakugo scoffed, his nose flaring slightly as he glanced down at you. "I'm not trying to be a fucking gentleman," he growled, his voice low and rough. "I'm just here because I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Never thought I'd be wasting my time on a date with an idiot like you."
You rolled your eyes at his crude language, used to his brash demeanor by now. "Well, maybe if you tried a little harder, you wouldn't be so...on edge all the time," you retorted, purposely emphasizing the last two words.
Bakugo's eyes narrowed at your teasing words, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I'm not fucking on edge," he snapped, his voice rising slightly. "I'm just not used to this stupid date shit. It's boring as hell."
You couldn't help but laugh at his frustration, seeing the way his cheeks flushed slightly beneath his fair skin. "Mm, I think someone's just cranky because they haven't gotten any action lately," you teased, reaching out to flick his nose playfully. "Maybe that's why you're so grumpy all the time."
Bakugo's eyes flashed with anger at your words, his muscles tensing as he glared down at you. "I'm not grumpy, and I don't need any fucking action," he growled, but there was a hint of something else in his voice, a slight tremor that betrayed his true thoughts. You couldn't help but grin, enjoying the way you could push his buttons so easily. It was almost too tempting not to keep riling him up, to see just how far you could push him before he snapped entirely...
You continued your teasing, unable to resist the temptation to get a rise out of the volatile boy walking beside you. "You know, they say that heroes are supposed to have self-control," you said, a mischievous glint in your eye as you looked up at Bakugo. "But you seem to be struggling with that concept. Maybe you're not as special as everyone thinks you are."
Bakugo's eyes flashed with barely contained rage at your words. His jaw clenched tightly, his teeth grinding together as he fought to maintain his composure. "I'm not fucking struggling," he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. "I just don't see the point in all this bullshit. It's pointless and stupid."
You shrugged, acting nonchalant even as you continued to push him. "Mm, I think you're just cranky because you're not used to being in a position where you can't just blow up everything and everyone around you," you said with a smirk, purposely emphasizing the word 'blow' to get under his skin. "Maybe if you tried a little harder, you wouldn't be so…explosive all the time."
Bakugo's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. You could see the anger radiating off of him in waves, the way his muscles trembled with the effort of holding back his quirk. For a moment, you thought he might actually blow, might let his rage consume him entirely. But then, he seemed to remember where he was, who he was with, and he took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to regain control.
"I'm not explosive," he growled, his voice strained. "I just…don't see the point in all this. It's stupid and pointless."
You couldn't help but laugh at his frustration, seeing the way his face flushed red with anger and something else, something deeper and more intense. "Mm, well, maybe if you tried a little harder, you wouldn't be so…tense all the time," you said, reaching out to brush your fingers along his arm, feeling the coiled muscle beneath his skin.
Bakugo shuddered at your touch, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to will away the surge of desire that threatened to overwhelm him. "I'm not tense," he said through gritted teeth. "I just…fuck…" He trailed off, shaking his head as he tried to regain control, to push down the urge to grab you and kiss you until you were both breathless and wanting.
You could see the internal struggle playing out on his face, the way he warred with himself, trying to decide between his anger and his desire. Finally, he seemed to make a decision, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked down at you with a scowl. "Let's just get this over with," he muttered, grabbing your hand and tugging you forward, eager to end this date before he completely lost control and did something he might regret…
You couldn't help but grin as you noticed Bakugo starting to lose his patience with your constant teasing and taunting. His grip on your hand tightened, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises. You could see the veins bulging in his neck, his pulse pounding rapidly as his anger grew with each passing second.
"Seriously, what the fuck is your problem?" Bakugo snarled, his voice shaking with rage. "Why the hell are you pushing me like this? Do you have a death wish or something?"
But you just smiled wider, enjoying the way his eyes flashed with fury, the way his body trembled with the effort of holding himself back. "I don't have a problem," you said, your voice saccharine sweet in contrast to his aggressive tone. "I just think it's funny how easily you get riled up. It's like, so cute."
Bakugo's face turned an even deeper shade of red at your words, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I am NOT cute," he roared, his voice echoing through the street and causing a few passersby to jump in surprise. "I'm not fucking cute at all!"
You shrugged, acting unaffected by his outburst even as you continued to taunt him. "Mm, well, maybe if you stopped being such a cranky pants all the time, people wouldn't think you were cute," you said, reaching out to ruffle his hair in a mocking gesture. "But I guess that's just the way you are. A big, grumpy, explosive baby."
Bakugo's eyes widened in shock at your brazen behavior, his mouth opening and closing a few times as he struggled to come up with a retort. Finally, he settled on a low, ominous growl that seemed to rumble up from the depths of his chest. "I'm not a fucking baby," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And if you keep this shit up, I swear to god, I'm going to blow this whole fucking city to kingdom come."
Despite his warning, you just laughed, shaking your head in amusement. "Wow, so violent," you teased, walking your fingers up his chest. "You really need to work on that temper of yours. Maybe try some yoga or meditation, hmm?"
Bakugo's control snapped at that moment. With a roar of fury, he grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the wall of the nearest building, his body caging you in as he glared down at you with wild, crazed eyes. "I'm not fucking kidding around," he said, his voice a low, menacing snarl. "Keep pushing me, and I'll show you just how violent I can be."
His face was inches from yours, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he stared you down. You could see the barely restrained rage simmering in his eyes, the way his muscles quivered with the effort of holding back his quirk. For a moment, you thought he might actually do it, might let his anger consume him completely. But then, he seemed to remember himself, his eyes flicking down to your lips before he quickly looked away, his jaw clenching tightly.
You continued your relentless teasing all the way back to Bakugo's place, unable to resist the urge to push his buttons and get a rise out of him. With each step, you found new ways to provoke him, leaning in close to whisper taunting remarks in his ear, or brushing your hands over his muscular arms and chest in a way that made his muscles jump and tense.
"Seriously, what's wrong with you?" Bakugo growled, his voice rough and strained as he tried to maintain his composure. "Why the hell are you still talking? I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!"
But you just smirked, enjoying the way his eyes flashed with barely contained fury. "Aww, is someone getting cranky?" you cooed, reaching out to flick his nose playfully. "Maybe you just need a nap, hmm? Or maybe…" You leaned in closer, your lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, "Maybe you need to blow off some steam in a different way."
Bakugo shuddered at your words, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. By the time you finally reached his door, he was practically vibrating with pent-up rage and frustration. As soon as you stepped inside, he slammed the door shut behind you, the force of it rattling the frame.
But before you could even take a step further, Bakugo had you pinned against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists tightly as he glared down at you with wild, crazed eyes. "I've had it with your fucking bullshit," he snarled, his voice shaking with the force of his anger. "You think you're so fucking funny, don't you? Think you can just keep pushing me and pushing me until I snap?"
He pressed his body against yours, pinning you completely with his solid weight and strength. You could feel every inch of his muscular frame, the way his heart pounded rapidly in his chest, the heat of his skin searing yours through the thin fabric of his clothes.
"I'm not fucking kidding around," Bakugo continued, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. "Keep this shit up, and I swear to god, I will fucking ruin you."
Despite his harsh words, you could see the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, the way his grip on your wrists tightened almost imperceptibly. You could feel the tension radiating off of him, the coiled energy that threatened to explode at any moment. And yet, beneath it all, you could sense something else, a undercurrent of desire and want that he couldn't quite hide.
You couldn't help but smirk at Bakugo's empty threat, not believing for a second that he would actually go through with it. After all, you were dating now, and he had never actually hurt you… much. So with a wicked grin, you decided to push him just a little bit further.
"Mm, you say that, but I don't think you have it in you," you purred, tilting your head to the side as you gazed up at him with a challenging glint in your eye. "I mean, let's be real - you're all bark and no bite, Bakugo. You wouldn't know how to truly ruin me even if your life depended on it."
Bakugo's eyes flashed with fury at your taunting words, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. For a moment, you thought he might actually explode right then and there, his rage reaching a boiling point. But instead of unleashing his quirk, he did something even more shocking.
With a low, animalistic growl, Bakugo suddenly hoisted you up over his shoulder, throwing you over like a sack of potatoes. You let out a yelp of surprise, your body bouncing slightly as he carried you swiftly towards the bedroom you now shared. His grip on your thighs was bruising, his fingers digging into your soft flesh hard enough to leave marks.
"I'll show you fucking ruining," Bakugo snarled as he kicked open the door to the bedroom, the force of it slamming against the wall. He carried you over to the bed and tossed you down onto the mattress, crawling over you a second later and pinning you beneath his much larger frame.
"I'm going to destroy you," he promised darkly, his voice a low, menacing rumble. " I'll make you scream so loud, the neighbors will think I'm murdering you."
Despite his harsh words, you could see the way his eyes darkened with desire as he stared down at you, his pupils blown wide with desire. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your thigh, hot and hard and throbbing with need. And as he leaned down to capture your mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss, you knew that this was going to be a long, long night…
Bakugo crashed his lips against yours in a bruising, demanding kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. His mouth moved over yours with a ferocity that bordered on punishing, his teeth nipping and biting at your bottom lip hard enough to make you gasp. One hand fisted in your hair, gripping the strands tightly as he angled your head to deepen the kiss, while the other hand slid down to grope at your breast, squeezing the soft mound roughly.
You could taste the anger and frustration on his tongue as it plundered your mouth, could feel the way his heart raced against your chest as he pressed you into the mattress. Bakugo kissed you like a man possessed, like he was trying to claim every inch of you, to brand you as his in the most primal way possible.
His hips rocked against yours, grinding his hard, cloth-covered erection against your core. You could feel the heat of him even through your jeans, could sense the way his body trembled with the force of his desire. Bakugo's hands roamed your curves greedily, slipping under your shirt to skim over the bare skin of your back, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake.
You arched into his touch, your own hands coming up to tangle in his short, spiky hair. You tugged at the strands, urging him closer as you parted your lips to grant him better access to the warm, wet cavern of your mouth. Bakugo took full advantage, his tongue delving deep to stroke along yours, to tangle and dance and dominate in a way that made your head spin.
The room filled with the sounds of your heated kisses - the wet, obscene slap of skin against skin, the harsh pants and groans that spilled from Bakugo's throat as he ravaged your mouth. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them tightly as he ground his pelvis against yours, the thick ridge of his cock sliding along your clothed slit with deliberate, teasing strokes.
You could feel your body responding to his touch, your core clenching and fluttering around nothing as your arousal grew. Your nipples tightened into stiff peaks beneath your bra, aching for his touch, his mouth. You rolled your hips up to meet his, matching his rhythm, silently begging for more.
Bakugo seemed to sense your desperation, and with a low, dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine, he ripped your shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. He dipped his head down to your chest, his mouth latching onto one straining nipple as he sucked and bit at the sensitive bud, his tongue circling and flicking against the tender flesh.
You cried out, your back arching off the bed as pleasure speared through you. Your fingers tightened in Bakugo's hair, holding him to your breast as he lavished attention on the aching peak. His hand slid down to the waistband of your jeans, popping the button and sliding the zipper down in one swift, rough motion.
You could feel the cool air of the room against your heated skin as he tugged your jeans and panties down your legs, baring you completely to his hungry gaze. Bakugo's eyes darkened as he drank in the sight of your naked body, his tongue swiping across his lips like a predator eyeing its prey.
Bakugo made quick work of your remaining clothes, practically tearing them from your body in his haste to get you naked. Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he divested you of your bra, leaving you bare and exposed beneath him. His heated gaze raked over your curves, taking in every dip and swell, his eyes lingering on the juncture between your thighs.
"You're fucking gorgeous," Bakugo growled, his voice rough and low with desire. "I can't believe I get to see you like this, all spread out and ready for me."
He sat back on his knees, straddling your hips as he admired your naked form. His own clothes were still on, but he made no move to remove them, instead taking a perverse pleasure in keeping you bare while he remained clothed. It was a power play, a way to assert his dominance over you.
"You know, it's funny," Bakugo said with a wicked smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Just a little while ago, you were teasing me, pushing my buttons until I wanted to fucking snap. And now…" He leaned down, running a finger along your collarbone, down between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, before dipping between your thighs to stroke along your slick folds. "Now the tables have turned. Now you're the one spread out and begging for it."
He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and squirm beneath him. His other hand slid up your side, cupping the weight of your breast, kneading the soft flesh roughly. "Tell me, do you still think I'm all bark and no bite now?" Bakugo taunted, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "Because it feels like I've got you right where I want you - naked, wanting, and completely at my mercy."
To emphasize his point, Bakugo dipped a finger inside your tight heat, pumping it in and out of your clenching channel. His thumb continued its relentless circling of your clit, the dual stimulation making your hips buck up off the bed, chasing his touch. A low moan spilled from your lips, your head tipping back against the pillow as pleasure coursed through you.
"Fuck, listen to you," Bakugo groaned, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched your face contort with bliss. "So fucking responsive, so fucking eager for my touch. I could play with this sweet cunt all night long."
He added a second finger, pumping them in and out of your soaked passage, his palm grinding against your clit with each thrust. His other hand slid up to your face, tilting your chin to force you to meet his heated gaze. He curled his fingers inside you, stroking along a spot that made you see stars. His eyes never left yours, watching your every reaction, reveling in the way he could unravel you so easily. It was a heady feeling, being at the mercy of Bakugo's skillful fingers and dominant demeanor.
Even as Bakugo's fingers worked magic inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, you refused to fully succumb to the pleasure he was inflicting upon you. With a herculean effort, you summoned up the strength to reach out and grab Bakugo's wrist, stilling his movements as you glared up at him with defiant eyes.
"Mmm, you think you're so good with your fingers?" you panted out, your cheeks flushed and your hair a wild mess from Bakugo's enthusiastic ministrations. "I bet you're just trying to make yourself feel better, since your dick is too small and pathetic to really satisfy anyone,' you could barely hold back your cackle, knowing that you got him pissed now.
Bakugo's eyes flashed with outrage at your taunting words, his jaw clenching tightly as he stared down at you. "What the fuck did you just say?" he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "That's not what you were whimpering about last time."
"Prove it then," you challenged, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of your kiss-swollen lips. "Quit playing with your food and actually go all out already."
Bakugo's control snapped at that moment. With a roar of fury, he ripped his clothes off his body, the fabric tearing like tissue paper in his haste to be rid of it. His cock sprang free, long, thick, and hard, the swollen head already weeping with arousal. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them up and back towards your chest as he notched the broad crown of his dick against your entrance.
"I'll show you who's pathetic," Bakugo snarled, his voice strained with barely restrained desire. And with one brutal thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside your tight, wet heat.
You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off the bed as your walls stretched and fluttered around Bakugo's thick length. He was so big, so deep inside you, filling you up in a way that bordered on painful. But it felt so good, so right, that you couldn't help but roll your hips up to meet his, silently begging for more.
Bakugo set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against yours as he fucked into you with a wild abandon. The bed creaked and groaned beneath your combined weight, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. Bakugo gripped your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pounded into you.
As Bakugo pistoned in and out of your clenching heat, you could feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock stroking along your sensitive walls. He was so hard, so unyielding as he stretched you wide around his throbbing length. You swore you could feel the pulse of his heart beating in time with yours, the way his cock throbbed and twitched inside you with each brutal thrust.
Bakugo's body was a landscape of hard, coiled muscle, his abs flexing and rippling with each movement. Sweat dripped down his chest, his skin slick and flushed from his exertions. He loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the light, his eyes glinting with a feral intensity as he watched your every reaction. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, could sense the barely restrained power coiled in his muscles, waiting to be unleashed.
Despite the brutal force of his thrusts, Bakugo remained acutely attuned to your body's responses. His eyes flicked between your face and where we were joined, watching the way your breasts bounced with each slam of his hips, the way your lips parted around soft cries of pleasure. He could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around him, gripping his cock like a velvet vice.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," Bakugo grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his impending release. "So fucking tight and wet and perfect..." He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth, swallowing your moans.
But even as he lost himself in the feel of your body, Bakugo remained cognizant enough to check in with you, to make sure you were alright. He pulled back slightly, his hips still rocking into yours, but his eyes softening as he gazed down at your face.
"Tell me if it's too much," Bakugo said, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "I don't want to hurt you, but fuck, you feel incredible..." He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust, grinding his pelvis against your clit and making you see stars.
Bakugo showed no signs of slowing down, his hips slamming against yours with a relentless, punishing rhythm. The bed frame creaked and groaned beneath you, the metal supports straining with each powerful thrust. It was a surprise that the furniture hadn't collapsed entirely under Bakugo's brutal pace, given the way he was fucking into you with all his considerable strength.
You could feel every inch of his thick, veiny cock stroking along your sensitive walls, stretching you deliciously around his hard, throbbing length. Bakugo's pelvis slapped lewdly against yours, the obscene sound echoing through the room as he took you with a wild, animalistic fervor. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass, gripping you tightly as he pulled you harder against him, burying himself even deeper inside your tight, wet heat.
Bakugo's face was a mask of concentration, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed as he focused on bringing you both closer to your impending releases. Beads of sweat rolled down his chest, his muscles flexing and rippling with each drive of his hips. He was a man possessed, consumed by the primal need to claim you, to mark you, to make you his in the most carnal way possible.
Despite the brutal force of his thrusts, Bakugo remained attuned to your every reaction. His eyes flicked down to your heaving breasts, watching the way they bounced and swayed with each slam of his hips. He could feel your walls clenching and fluttering around his pistoning cock, gripping him like a silken fist. Bakugo's own pleasure was building rapidly, his release barreling down on him like a freight train, but he was determined to bring you with him, to feel you come undone around his cock.
As Bakugo's thrusts grew more urgent and erratic, you could feel your own release fast approaching. Your walls tightened around his pistoning cock, fluttering and clenching as your body raced towards the edge of ecstasy. You were so close, teetering on the precipice of an explosive climax, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Bakugo fucked into you with wild abandon.
But just as you were about to tumble over into blissful oblivion, Bakugo suddenly stilled his movements, burying himself deep inside you as he gripped your hips tightly. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto yours, his gaze boring into you with an almost feral intensity.
"Not yet," Bakugo growled, his voice a low, strained rumble. "You don't get to come that easily after the way you teased me."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Remember, payback is a bitch. And you've been a very naughty girl, pushing my buttons like that."
Bakugo punctuated his words by grinding his pelvis hard against your clit, the sudden stimulation making your back arch off the bed as a strangled cry tore from your throat. But just as quickly, he pulled back, denying you the sweet relief of release.
He began to move again, but his thrusts were slower, more deliberate, designed to stoke your pleasure without giving you the satisfaction of climax. Bakugo's cock stroked along your sensitive walls, hitting that special spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids. But just as you thought you might finally tumble over the edge, he would still his movements, leaving you teetering on the brink, desperate and aching for more.
Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes as Bakugo continued his relentless teasing, his thrusts growing faster and harder as his own release approached. The bed shook and shuddered beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. Bakugo's muscles strained, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with a mix of lust and retribution as he chased his pleasure. But he denied you yours, leaving you wanting and empty, your body screaming for the release he refused to grant you.
Bakugo maintained a ruthless control over your pleasure, his powerful body pinning you down as he used you for his own gratification. With each brutal thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge, only to cruelly yank you back at the last second, denying you the sweet relief of climax. It was a devastating form of torture, being brought to the precipice of ecstasy only to be left wanting and aching.
"Please," you gasped out between ragged breaths, your nails raking down Bakugo's sweat-slicked back. "Please, Bakugo, I need..."
"Need what?" Bakugo cut you off with a sharp thrust, his voice a low, mocking rasp. "Need to come? Need me to fill you up with my cum?" He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your throat before biting down hard enough to make you yelp. "Too fucking bad. You don't get to come until I say so."
He punctuated his words with a series of brutal thrusts, his pelvis slapping lewdly against yours, the obscene sound echoing through the room. All the while, he kept a ruthless grip on your hips, holding you in place as he used your body for his pleasure. His eyes never left yours, watching your face contort with frustration and desperation, reveling in the way your walls clenched and fluttered around his pistoning cock.
Bakugo could feel his own release approaching, his balls tightening as his thrusts grew more erratic and urgent. But he gritted his teeth, determined to hold back until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from your tormented body. This was his revenge, his way of making you pay for teasing him so mercilessly. He would not let you come until he had fully satisfied his own needs.
"Bakugo, please," you begged, tears streaming down your face as you writhed beneath him. "I can't... I need..."
"Shut up," Bakugo snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "You don't get to make demands, not after being such a fucking tease." He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his blazing gaze. "You'll come when I fucking say so, and not a second before."
With that, he increased the force of his thrusts, slamming into you with a wild, animalistic fervor. The bed shook and shuddered beneath you, the frame creaking ominously as Bakugo took his pleasure, using your body like a toy for his own satisfaction. He was a man possessed, consumed by lust and the desire to dominate, to conquer, to claim you completely. And he would not stop until he had wrung every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form, until you were limp and spent and utterly at his mercy.
Bakugo's hips moved like a piston, slamming into you with a merciless, relentless rhythm that stole your breath and shattered your thoughts. The bed frame groaned and protested beneath the force of his thrusts, the metal supports straining as he fucked you with a wild, almost feral intensity. Sweat poured down his chest and back, his muscles gleaming and flexing with each powerful drive of his hips.
He gripped your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulled you harder against him, burying himself to the hilt with every brutal thrust. Bakugo's eyes blazed with a dark, hungry light as he stared down at you, watching your face contort with pleasure and desperation, reveling in the way your body jerked and shuddered beneath his ruthless onslaught.
"Fuck, your cunt feels so fucking good," Bakugo growled, his voice a low, guttural rasp. He punctuated his words with a sharp, vicious twist of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit. "I could fucking ruin this sweet pussy all day long."
But even as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, Bakugo refused to let you tumble over into blissful oblivion. Every time your walls clenched and fluttered around his pistoning cock, signaling your impending release, he would cruelly yank you back, denying you the satisfaction of climax.
"No," Bakugo snarled when he felt your body start to tense, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Don't you fucking dare." He gripped your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make your eyes widen, your pulse jumping beneath his fingers. "You don't get to come until I say so."
He leaned down, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh where your neck met your shoulder, marking you, claiming you, branding you as his. All the while, his hips never stopped their relentless, punishing rhythm, fucking into you with a single-minded determination to bring himself to his own release.
Bakugo could feel his climax building, his balls drawing up tight to his body as his thrusts grew more urgent and erratic. But he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching as he fought to hold back, to deny his own pleasure until he had wrung every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form. He would not let you come until he was fully satisfied, until he had used your body in every way he desired.
"Bakugo, please," you begged, your voice breaking on a sob, tears streaming down your face. "Please, I can't… I need…"
"Shut up," Bakugo cut you off, his voice a low, vicious growl. "You don't get to beg, not when you've been such a fucking tease." He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his blazing, merciless gaze. "You'll come when I fucking say so, and not a second before."
With that, he redoubled his efforts, slamming into you with a brutal, unforgiving pace that stole your breath and shattered your mind. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your desperate cries and Bakugo's guttural, animalistic grunts. He was a man possessed, consumed by the single-minded need to dominate, to conquer, to ruin you utterly. And he would not stop, would not let up, until he had had his fill of your pleasure, until you were completely at his mercy.
Bakugo's cruel game of orgasm control continued, each thrust bringing you screaming to the edge of climax, only for him to cruelly deny you at the last possible second. It was a devastating form of torture, being brought to the precipice of the most intense pleasure only to be left wanting and aching, your body screaming for release that never came.
He could see the desperation in your eyes, feel the way your nails raked down his back, hear the broken sobs and pleas that spilled from your kiss-swollen lips. Bakugo reveled in your torment, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he watched you suffer so sweetly beneath him. He knew he was being a cruel bastard, but fuck, it was the most entertaining thing he'd ever seen.
"Look at you," Bakugo taunted, his voice a low, mocking rasp as he grinded against your aching clit, pushing you right to the brink. "So fucking desperate for it, so hungry for my cock." He leaned down, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "You've never been more beautiful than you are right now, all needy and wanting and completely at my mercy."
Bakugo punctuated his words with a sharp, vicious thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside your clenching heat. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, gripping his cock like a velvet vice as your body raced towards the edge. But at the last possible second, he still his movements, leaving you teetering on the knife's edge of climax.
"No," Bakugo growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he fought to hold you back. "Not yet, you don't." He pulled back slightly, looking down at your face with a wicked grin. "You want to come? Beg for it then. Beg me to let you come on my cock like the desperate little girl you are."
He began to move again, but his thrusts were slower, more deliberate, designed to stoke your pleasure without giving you the satisfaction of release. Bakugo's cock stroked along your sensitive walls, hitting that special spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids. But just as your body tensed, ready to shatter, he would cruelly deny you, leaving you wanting and aching for more.
Bakugo could feel his own climax approaching, his balls tightening as his thrusts grew more urgent and erratic. But he gritted his teeth, determined to hold back until he had wrung every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form. He wanted to watch you come undone, to see you shatter completely in his arms. Only then would he allow himself the pleasure of his own release.
"Fuck, this is too good," Bakugo groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He dipped his head down, capturing your mouth in a searing, dominating kiss, swallowing your desperate cries. "I could keep you like this forever, my perfect little girl, always ready and eager for my cock."
He punctuated his words with a sharp, brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis against yours as he pushed you right to the very edge. And then, with a wicked chuckle, he cruelly denied you once more, leaving you teetering on the brink, your body screaming for the release he refused to grant you. It was a delicious, intoxicating form of torture, and Bakugo reveled in every moment of it.
Bakugo continued his merciless assault, each thrust pushing you to the precipice of a mind-shattering climax, only to cruelly yank you back at the last possible second. He could see the desperation etched into every line of your body, hear it in the broken sobs and pleas that spilled from your lips. The way your nails raked down his sweat-slicked back, the way your hips bucked and writhed beneath him, seeking more, craving more - it was the most exquisite entertainment Bakugo had ever experienced.
He leaned down, his dark eyes boring into yours, watching the way your irises flashed with each thrust, with each cruel denial of your impending release. Bakugo's lips curled into a wicked, arrogant smirk as he stared into your eyes, drinking in the desperation and hunger he saw there.
But then, in a moment of overwhelming, uncontrollable ecstasy, your body betrayed you. Your walls clamped down around Bakugo's pistoning cock like a vice, rippling and fluttering as your climax slammed into you with the force of a freight train. Bakugo felt the gush of your release, the way your essence gushed out around his plunging length, and for a moment, he froze, his eyes widening in shock.
A heavy silence fell between you, a moment of stunned stillness as Bakugo stared down at you, his gaze intense and searching. He saw the way your face had gone slack with pleasure, your eyes rolled back, your mouth open in a silent scream of rapture. He could feel your body shuddering and quaking beneath his own, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him, lost in the throes of your unraveling.
For a single, heart-stopping moment, Bakugo simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, a dark, dangerous glint entered his eyes, and his face twisted into a mask of fury.
"Did I say you could come?" Bakugo snarled, his voice a low, menacing growl. Before you could even register the threat in his tone, he had grabbed your hips in a bruising grip and was slamming into you with renewed vigor, his cock plunging into your sensitive, overstimulated flesh.
"No, you didn't fucking ask for permission," he roared, his thrusts growing harder and more brutal with each passing second. "You came without my say-so, like a dirty little brat."
He punctuated each word with a sharp, vicious thrust, his pelvis slamming against yours with punishing force. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the creaking and groaning of the bed frame as Bakugo took his retribution.
"You want to be punished for your disobedience," Bakugo hissed, his eyes flashing with a dark, dangerous light. He hooked your knees over his elbows, nearly bending you in half as he loomed over you, his powerful body caging you in. His cock plunged into you with a wild, animalistic fervor, each thrust pushing you closer and closer to a second, unwanted climax.
"You're not leaving this room until I'm fully satisfied," Bakugo growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. And with that, he set about wrecking you, his hips moving like a piston as he chased his own pleasure, determined to ruin you utterly for anyone else. The room filled with the sounds of your desperate cries and Bakugo's guttural, feral grunts as he took his brutal retribution, fucking you with a single-minded intensity that stole your breath and shattered your mind. He would not stop until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from your quivering form, until you were limp, spent, and completely at his mercy.
Bakugo's eyes flashed with a furious, almost manic light as he stared down at your trembling, pleasure-drunk form. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as a surge of rage and dominance coursed through him. He couldn't believe your audacity, your sheer gall in coming without his explicit permission. That was a line he had not expected you to cross, and he would make damn sure you paid dearly for it.
"Fucking hell," Bakugo snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He punctuated his words with a sharp, brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis hard against your sensitive, overstimulated clit. Without warning, Bakugo grabbed your thighs, pushing them up and back until your knees were nearly touching your shoulders. He loomed over you, his powerful body caging you in, his eyes blazing with a feral, almost rabid intensity. You felt small, insignificant, completely at his mercy as he pinned you down, his cock plunging into your dripping, fluttering core.
"You want to be punished for your disobedience," Bakugo hissed, his voice a low, menacing growl. "You want to be put in your place, to be reminded of who you belong to." He gripped your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to move with a newfound, brutal intensity.
Bakugo's thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic as he fucked into you with a wild, animalistic fervor. The bed shook and shuddered beneath you, the frame creaking ominously as it struggled to withstand the force of Bakugo's lustful, punishing onslaught. You could feel every ridge and vein of his cock stroking along your sensitive walls, stretching you deliciously, claiming you completely.
"Fuck, you're going to regret coming without my permission," Bakugo spat, his breath coming in short, harsh pants as he rutted into you like a man possessed. He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of your throat, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid purple bruise in the shape of his teeth. All the while, his hips never stopped their brutal, relentless rhythm, fucking into you with a single-minded determination to bring you to the precipice of pain and pleasure.
Bakugo could feel his own release approaching, his balls drawing up tight to his body as his thrusts grew more urgent and erratic. But he fought against it, gnashing his teeth and snarling curses as he forced himself to hold back, to deny his own pleasure until he had punished you properly for your transgression.
He redoubled his efforts, slamming into you with a newfound, brutal intensity that stole your breath and shattered your mind. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your desperate, broken cries and Bakugo's guttural, feral grunts as he took his retribution, as he set about wrecking you properly for daring to come without his say-so. He would not stop, would not let up, until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from your quivering, overstimulated form, until you were limp, spent, and utterly at his mercy.
Bakugo's eyes flashed with a dangerous, almost manic light as he loomed over your trembling, pleasure-drunk form. He could hardly believe your audacity, your sheer gall in coming without his explicit permission. That was a line he had not expected you to cross, and he would make damn sure you paid dearly for it. Bakugo's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his cheek as a surge of rage and dominance coursed through his veins like liquid fire.
"Fucking hell," Bakugo snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers cascading down your spine. He punctuated his words with a sharp, brutal thrust, grinding his pelvis hard against your sensitive, overstimulated clit. Without warning, Bakugo grabbed your thighs, pushing them up and back until your knees were nearly touching your shoulders. He pinned you down, his powerful body caging you in, his eyes blazing with a feral, almost rabid intensity. You felt small, insignificant, completely at his mercy as he loomed over you, his cock plunging into your dripping, fluttering core.
"You want to be punished for your disobedience," Bakugo hissed, his voice a low, menacing growl that made your heart race and your skin prickle with anticipation. He gripped your hips hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he began to move with a newfound, brutal intensity. "You want to be put in your place, to be reminded of who you belong to. And I'm going to make sure you never forget."
Bakugo's thrusts grew harder, faster, more erratic as he fucked into you with a wild, animalistic fervor. The bed shook and shuddered beneath you, the frame creaking ominously as it struggled to withstand the force of Bakugo's lustful, punishing onslaught. You could feel every ridge and vein of his thick, veiny cock stroking along your sensitive walls, stretching you deliciously, claiming you completely.
"Fuck, you're going to regret coming without my permission," Bakugo spat, his breath coming in short, harsh pants as he rutted into you like a man possessed. He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of your throat, biting down hard enough to leave a vivid purple bruise in the shape of his teeth. All the while, his hips never stopped their brutal, relentless rhythm, fucking into you with a single-minded determination to bring you to the precipice of pain and pleasure.
Bakugo could feel his own release approaching, his balls drawing up tight to his body as his thrusts grew more urgent and erratic. But he fought against it, gnashing his teeth and snarling curses under his breath as he forced himself to hold back, to deny his own pleasure until he had punished you properly for your transgression. He wanted to watch you suffer, to see you writhing and begging for mercy as he pushed you to the very limits of what you could take.
So Bakugo set about wrecking you, his powerful body pistoning over you as he slammed into your aching, overstimulated core again and again. He could feel your walls fluttering and clenching around him, gripping his cock like a velvet vice as your body raced towards another climax. But each time you teetered on the brink, Bakugo would cruelly deny you, stilling his movements at the last possible second to leave you wanting and empty, your release slipping cruelly through your fingers.
"No," Bakugo growled, his voice a low, menacing rasp as he felt your body tense, your nails raking down his sweat-slicked back. "Not yet, you don't." He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his blazing, furious gaze. "You don't get to come until I say so, until I've had my fill of this sweet little cunt."
He punctuated his words with a sharp, vicious twist of his hips, grinding his pelvis against your clit with brutal precision. All the while, Bakugo kept you balanced on the knife's edge of ecstasy, pushing you right to the very brink before denying you the satisfaction of release. He could see the desperation etched into every line of your face, could hear it in the broken sobs and pleas that spilled from your kiss-swollen lips. But he showed no mercy, no quarter, his thrusts never faltering in their brutal, punishing rhythm.
Bakugo knew he was being cruel, knew he was pushing you to your absolute limits. But fuck, it was exhilarating, intoxicating, to have you at his mercy like this. He could feel the power surging through his veins, the heady rush of dominance and control as he brought you screaming to the edge of oblivion again and again, only to cruelly yank you back. This was what he had craved, what he had needed - to put you in your place, to remind you of who owned you, body and soul.
And so Bakugo continued his relentless assault, his hips moving like a machine as he fucked into you with a single-minded intensity. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, of your desperate, broken cries and Bakugo's guttural, feral grunts as he chased his pleasure, as he set about wrecking you properly for daring to come without his say-so. He would not stop, would not let up, until he had wrung every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering, overstimulated form, until you were limp, spent, and utterly at his mercy. Only then would Bakugo allow himself the pleasure of his own release, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside you as he filled you with his hot, thick seed, marking you, claiming you, ruining you utterly for anyone else.
After what felt like an eternity of brutal, merciless edging, Bakugo could feel his own release fast approaching. His thrusts grew more erratic, more desperate, as the coil of tension in his gut wound tighter and tighter. He could feel your velvety walls fluttering and clenching around his aching cock, gripping him like a silken fist as your own climax built to a crescendo deep within you.
Bakugo's eyes flashed with a dark, dangerous light as he stared down at your face, taking in the way your features contorted with pleasure and desperation. He could see the tears streaming down your cheeks, could hear the broken, ragged pleas spilling from your lips as you begged for release, for mercy, for anything to ease the aching, empty throb of your core.
With a guttural, animalistic growl, Bakugo slammed into you one final time, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he buried himself to the hilt inside your dripping, overstimulated heat. At the same time, he reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen, aching clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, furious circles.
"Now," Bakugo snarled, his voice a low, dark rumble that sent shockwaves through your very soul. "Come for me. Come on my cock like the desperate little girl you are."
As if his command had been the key to unlocking the final lock on your pleasure, your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your walls clamped down around Bakugo's pistoning length, rippling and squeezing as a gush of your essence flooded out around his invading flesh. You threw your head back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream of rapture as your orgasm tore through you, shattering your mind and stealing your breath.
At the same time, Bakugo let out a roar of pure, primal triumph as his own release slammed into him like a freight train. His cock jerked and throbbed, pulsing in time with the hot, thick spurts of cum that painting your insides a creamy white. He ground his pelvis against yours, his fingers still rubbing at your clit as he rode out the intense, overwhelming waves of his climax, his hips rocking and undulating as he filled you with his seed.
For a long, blissful moment, the two of you remained locked together, your bodies trembling and shuddering in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. Bakugo collapsed against you, his sweat-slicked skin sticking to yours as he panted harshly, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. He could feel your own heart racing beneath your breasts, could feel the way your body molded perfectly to his own.
As the fog of lust slowly lifted from Bakugo's mind, he became aware of the way he had utterly wrecked you, had pushed you to your absolute limits and beyond. He could see the exhaustion etched into every line of your face, could feel the way your limbs trembled weakly beneath him, your strength completely drained by the intensity of your shared climax. A slow, arrogant smirk spread across Bakugo's face as he gazed down at you, a look of pure, masculine satisfaction in his dark eyes.
"There," Bakugo murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp. "There's a good girl." He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, dominating kiss, his tongue delving inside to claim you once more. "You took your punishment like a champ. I'm proud of you."
With a final, lazy roll of his hips, Bakugo settled himself more comfortably against you, his softening cock still nestled snugly inside your dripping, well-fucked heat. He knew you would be sore tomorrow, would ache and throb with the memory of his possession, his claiming. And that was exactly how he wanted it - he wanted you to feel the ghost of his touch, the phantom of his thrusts, every time you moved. He wanted you to remember, to never forget, that you belonged to him, now and forever.
