head empty only thoughts of bakugo breeding his hybrid pet kitty cat when she's in heat = me horny
So here’s the take - Bakugou got a hybrid because he’s secretly lonely.
(What to expect - NSFW, manipulation, drugging (Katsuki drugs his kitty cat with heat-inducers), abuse of trust, icky consent issues)
Hybrids are the best of both world - sort, cuddly pet, but with the skills to clean up after itself like a human.
Bakugou pretending to be inconvenienced when his darling kitty cat comes to him, whining, dripping all over the floor.
It’s such a chore to take care of you, to fuck you until you’re crosseyed. If he had known you’d be so much work, he’d have picked something else.
If all you’re good for is moaning while a fat cock squishes against your insides, then maybe Bakugou should start renting you out. If all you want is something solid filling you up (He found you trying to shove whatever you could find that was somewhat phallic-shaped into your cunt - you’d ruined remotes and the mouse to his computer, plus he had to throw out several vegetables that he had been wanting to use for dinner) then he can find people willing to do exactly that.
Isn’t he so good to you though, keeping you to himself? Doesn’t let anyone hurt you, or take advantage of you. He’s such a good owner, makes you tell him that when he’s drilling into your sloppy, stretched cunt.
You’re delirious with heat, uncaring when he takes pictures or videos of you desperate for his cock. Pawing at his pants, presenting in the living room while he’s trying to watch a show, waking him up in the middle of the night to bounce on his cock, your cute little fingers working your clit but so unsatisfying compared to his big digits.
He hates coming home to find you humping at his pillows, mewling in distress because it’s not enough. Bakugou has to stuff you with his cum and keep you plugged just so he has time to make dinner, send off a few work emails before you’re dragging his zipper down, hungrily sucking at his cock as if it’s the tastiest thing in the world.
All you want is his cock in your puffy little cunt.
And since you’re so dumb and slutty, the fact that your heats seem to be happening more and more goes completely over your head. You take the little pills Katsuki gives you like a good kitty, purr when he pets your ears. He’s a good owner, and even if it’s embarrassing, he’s willing to help you out when you’re vulnerable and out-of-your-mind with lust.
So ofc I’m thinking about lumberjack Katsuki dragging you out onto the porch of his cabin while it storms.
It’s a quiet, gentle rain, forming soft puddles on the ground and willingly feeding the earth. There’s small flashes of lighting, a little bit of thunder, but it’s no monsoon.
Katsuki just sits you next to him in a chair, plops himself down and sips at his mug of coffee (dirt - you’d sneaked a sip once, when you were desperate for the taste of something other than water) and watches the water drip off the edge of the porch and onto the ground below.
He’s got his hand around the back of your neck, holding you lightly, thumb stroking over the skin of your nape absentmindedly. It reminds you of the way someone would pet a dog - lovingly, but with the ultimate confidence of ownership over the beast.
“You wan’ some cocoa?” The gruff roll of his voice surprises you, unused to the relaxed way he lets the words out. Usually every sentence of his is filled with curses and a snarky, heavy energy, even when he’s happy.
A small, bouncy nod lets him know that yes, you would like some cocoa. You didn’t even know there was cocoa in the cabin, already the taste of the warm chocolate is ghosting across your tongue.
“Use your words-”
It’s a warning, but the softest one you’ve ever received from him. There’s no tightening of the hand around your neck, no harsh glare or angry rumble from his chest that convinces you to obey.
“Could I... Could I have some cocoa please?”
“Hm, good job baby, stay here while I go get it.”
The uncharacteristic mildness of his mood almost makes you nervous. Is this the calm before the metaphorical storm?
Bakugou hefts himself out of his chair with a grunt, taking his steaming coffee along as the screen door creaks shut behind him. You draw your feet up onto your chair, wrapping your flannel closer as the rain poured down.
It smells so good here, out in the wild. Nothing but fresh air and pine trees, soft earth and clear water running through streams. Such a perfect place. If you were here under different circumstances...
Staring out blankly, you shivered as a gust of wind blew rain under the porch and onto your face. There was nothing in front of your gaze except for the little clearing that Katsuki called the front yard, a stack of wood off to one side, nothing but miles and miles of forest beyond that. There was no one but you and him.
A thought dares to enter your mind, but survival instinct immediately rushes to tamp it down, bury it, extinguish the desire before it can take root.
What if you ran?
Toes skittering across the wood of the porch as you took off, into the rain, into the forest.
Freedom, at least for a brief moment.
Rain in your face, wetting your hair and making the earth muddy beneath your feet. Air filling your lungs without the smell of Bakugou nearby, body moving, heart pumping with excitement and hope and-
You snap out of your fantasy as you hear the kettle clatter inside, head turning to look through the window, immediately meeting red eyes as they stare out at you.
Katsuki’s leaning against the counter, one arm tucked across his chest as the other brings his coffee to his lips, sipping from the mug. The kettle’s on the stove beside him heating up as he watches you, those sharp eyes of his gleaming over the edge of his mug.
He’s dangerous.
Even in his softness, in these rare moments when he doesn’t swear or yell or hurt you by grabbing you too harshly. There’s a promise of pain if you even tried to run - he’d hunt you down, push you into the mud and make you regret.
You quickly turn back to the rain, unable to take the eye contact, the unwavering focus he has on you.
When Katsuki comes back. you’re still in the same spot, cuddled in the chair and looking out at the rain. A warm mug is pushed into your hands, chapped lips pressing briefly to your forehead and Katsuki mutters a quiet “Here ya go, made it all sweet for ya.”.
You wish you could throw it right back in his face.
But you’ve learned, through trial and error and hurt, how to act.
So you take the mug, give him a “thank you Kat.” and play nice.
More infantilizing bakugo 🥺 please! I beg you! Forcing a fussy reader (I don’t have a preference for gender, Amab if you need it though!) to eat baby food after they complained his cooking was too spicy, or putting them in more fitting clothes, whatever! Good luck with the requests!
This is what he'd hum
Bakugou has a nice voice.
Well, he has a nice voice when he's not yelling, or swearing, or shouting at you or whatever he's currently pissed at.
You only hear his nice voice at bedtime, when he holds you, all bundled up in your pajamas (horrible and cutesy) with a stuffed animal in his hand for you cuddle.
He hums for you, thick fingers scratching at your scalp, relaxing even if you hate it. You can feel the vibrations through his chest as he hums for you, hands wandering soothingly over your body, rubbing your back, shushing you to sleep.
The first time he had done this, crowding you against his body as he stretched out on the bed, you'd cried. Smacked your fists against his chest and threw a fit, panicking.
Bakugou had frowned, squeezing you tighter, and your breath caught in your chest. "Hey, shaddup 'n calm down, I ain't hurtin' ya."
When you continued to thrash, blubbering and flailing, the man had given you a little shake, eyebrows scrunching together. "Stop it, just cause yer tired doesn't mean you get to act like a fucking idiot. Go to sleep."
That's when he started humming, hand petting at your head as he tucked your head under his chin. He was surprisingly gentle, surprisingly patient as you tired yourself out with crying until you were barely sniffling, eyes heavy.
His hand felt so nice against your scalp, somehow relaxing despite the fear in your heart at being pressed so close to such a dangerous man.
You'd had such a terrible day, waking up to Bakugou picking out your clothes, forcing you into them like you were a toddler, having you hold your arm out to put on a shirt, pick each leg up to put on the cute little shorts he put you in.
Any fight that you put up was quickly extinguished after the second round of spankings Katsuki had delivered to your rear as punishment for acting out.
You let him feed you, spooning mushy food past your lips, wiping your chin with a napkin. Talking to you in a softer voice than you'd ever heard from him on interviews on TV.
It was tiring, holding your tongue and letting him baby you, Bakugou getting out coloring books for you, crayons too. He laid them out on the floor, dragged you over and plopped down beside you to force watch you color.
But at least he lets you sleep, head against his chest, hands pressing securely against your back and rubbing the muscles into relaxation. Humming you to sleep.
He waits until your breathing evens out, forcing himself to stay awake long enough to see the tension and fear drain from your face, until you're comfortable in his arms.
Prelude - This is all @dearestdynamight ‘s fault okay I take no responsibility for the horny..... or do I? aha Sorry I said I’d write a drabble but it turned into a one shot whoops
Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/3R8PKPTPgHApBhCt3NUJ0q?si=uLON1Rw_RHaEpH2WaCfYBA (This music has a great runnin tempo/ it made me think of heartbeats skippin like outta fear so)
“Alright-” Bakugou has you by the arm, dragging you past the threshold of the cabin he keeps you in.
You’re scared. Sometimes he lets you outside, to feel the sunshine and the nice breeze, to go for a walk down to the creek, hiding his smile as you gawk at all the pretty flowers.
But he seems... agitated today. Restless.
“-Here’s how this is gonna go.” He shoves you down the front steps, and you barely catch yourself from falling, turning to look at the blonde while he sits himself down on the top step, legs stretching out. “I’ll give you hm, five minutes - got that? You got five minutes to fuckin’ run, and then I let myself loose.”
“Wh-what?” You’re not understanding, hands anxiously twisting at each other. There’s a predatory look in Bakugou’s eyes.
“We’re gonna play tag. I’m fuckin’ bored and I wanna get a nice little workout in. Chasing your pretty little ass through the forest should be enough to get my blood pumping.” Is his simple explanation.
He’s letting you run?
You don’t dare to hope for a second that you’ll actually be able to get away, escape from the monster of a man that’s lounging on the steps in front of you.
He’s hurt you, abused you, kept you locked away from society, far enough that no one’s able to hear when you scream every time Bakugou fucks you.
“I..... I don’t want to play.” Your bottom lip quivers, but you can’t tell if you’re going to cry out of frustration or nervousness. You can’t believe that you’re nothing more than a toy to Bakugou, something he can play with when he’s bored, keep tucked away in the dark when he has better things to do.
Bakugou leans back, rests on an elbow, lets his crimson eyes rake up your form before they reach your gaze. “Yeah? You don’t wanna play? Is that cause you know you’ll fuckin’ lose? I bet you’ll cry like a little bitch when I catch you.”
There’s nothing that you want to say to him. He’s trying to egg you on, but you won’t fall for his mean tricks.
“Fucking fine.” He shifts, smug smile appearing. “Time starts now. I don’t care if you don’t run, but know that I don’t have any qualms about fuckin’ you right here after your five minutes are up.” His gaze his burning into you.
At least if you run, you won’t just be sitting here, waiting as Katsuki counts down the minutes.
You take off, down towards the creek behind the cabin, grateful that Bakugou let you keep your sneakers when he had first dragged you here, all those months ago.
They’re practically falling apart, squishing through the mud by the creek, and you almost lose your footing, scrambling to right yourself, splash across to the other side.
It doesn’t matter that your shoes are all wet now, that the bottom of your dress is dripping. Truthfully, you hate the dresses Katsuki brings home for you to wear. Hate that they’re clothes you’d love under normal circumstances, flowy dresses and cute patterns, fitting in so nicely to a cottage core aesthetic.
Branches snap underfoot as you crash through the brush, panting, focused on one thing and one thing only; getting as far away as you could, as fast as you can.
You don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when if Katsuki catches you, this twisted little game of tag he wants to play. You want to scream, this isn’t even how you play tag, he’s just using it as an excuse to hunt you down, to take pleasure out of your fear.
Moving too close to a tree had you yelping as your shoulder collided, the rough bark scratching up your skin, tearing your dress. No matter, you just needed to keep going, keep running, keep moving.
It was starting to hurt to breathe, lifting your legs was tiring, burning. You’d never been much of a runner, and being kept under lock and key at Bakugou’s cabin hadn’t exactly done wonders for your endurance.
You found yourself cursing that fact as a loud shout rang through the forest, words indiscernible. But you knew it was the blonde, could recognize raspy, manic voice that comprised the shout.
Five minutes was up.
Wheezing now, you pushed on. You briefly considered hiding, but quickly discarded that idea. Bakugou could track you, and you didn’t have enough time. You would have to worry that he’d be even rougher when if he caught you, hiding instead of running like he had wanted.
No time to rest, but you wanted to, lungs burning. You had a stitch in your side, your shoulder hurt from scraping against the tree, and your mouth was dry, throat parched.
It wasn’t long before you began to hear noises behind you, brush crashing, branches snapping, pleased laughter. You knew Bakugou was toying with you, knew that he could track you silently if he so chose. But no, he wanted you to know that he was coming, chasing you down, relentless.
It hurt to push your legs faster, muscles fatigued, cramping. Your left calf seized up, and you held in a shriek, pleading, begging your body to keep moving as you limped on, hurriedly dragging your cramping leg, refusing to stop.
“Keep on runnin’, I’ve almost fucking got you!” Bakugou crowed, and you spared a glance behind you, thankfully seeing nothing but an empty forest behind you. It meant you still had time.
But not enough time.
With a start, you realized the noises behind you had stopped, which meant that Katsuki was beginning to actually hunt, silent and ruthless.
You don’t know where he is now, nothing left to do but urge your body forward still, exhausted and terrified.
Then a weight’s pushing against your back, and you’re hitting the dirt, tackled by Bakugou, pinned down.
“I knew I’d fuckin’ get you.” He whispers to you, breath coming out in proud, ragged pants.
You whimper into the dirt, body already aching, your own breath knocked completely out of your chest because of the way the male had tackled you. You hurt all over, and now you were dirty, and Bakugou wouldn’t get off.
“Goddamn, you gave me a run for my money there. Didn’t think you’d be that fuckin’ fast, Jesus Christ.” You can tell he’s almost proud of you, proud of his ability to choose a partner.
He pushes his weight off of you, rising to his knees, and you quickly try to follow him, not fond of being splayed out on the ground underneath him.
But Bakugou doesn’t let you get far.
You’ve gathered your legs underneath you, pushing up off the ground, but the man curls a hand around your hip, the other gripping at your uninjured shoulder. You don’t even have time to draw in a breath to ask him what he was doing before he’s shoving your face back in the dirt, lifting your hips.
“Bakugou, wait!” You screeched, hands fumbling backwards as you try to grab at him, push him off you.
The man just laughs, loud and rough, shuffles closer so he can push his crotch against your ass, let you feel the sizable bulge he’s sporting. “What’s wrong princess? I won fair n’d square, now let me take my fuckin’ prize.”
A part of you knew, knew that this is how things would end. But you had wanted to believe, had hoped that it’d be different.
“Please, wait, not here-not out here.” You choked, feeling him shift the fabric of your dress up over your ass, just enough so that he could tug at the fabric of your panties, snap the edges against your skin.
“N’d why the fuck not? ‘S not like anybody’ll hear you when you start screamin’.” The reality behind his words made your stomach curl, legs trembling as Katsuki snickered.
“Look at you, shakin’ like a scared little deer.”
Your panties get tugged down to your knees, and you hear the slight squish of Bakugou gathering his saliva in his mouth seconds before you hear him spit, seconds before you feel the glob of wet land on one of your cheeks.
Fingers swipe through the mess, before trailing down to your pussy, spreading Bakugou’s spit against your folds.
He apparently isn’t satisfied with that though, because you can feel him shifting, right before he grips a cheek in each hand and spreads you wide, pulls your hips backwards at the same time so you’re angled just right.
Just right for his spit to land directly on your cunt this time.
“S-stop it, please-” You shudder, giving up on trying to push him off. It’s never worked for you in the past, and you’re tired from running, sweaty body yearning to go limp.
A finger enters you, too soon, with not enough spit to ease its way. You yelp at the burning stretch, but Bakugou snarls at you too shut up, take what he’s given’ you as he slaps your ass.
You can feel the burn of his gaze as he watches your flesh jiggle from the force of his slap.
He works fast, doesn’t have enough patience to go slow, to open you up properly for him. The mans riled up from the chase, full of adrenaline that has no where to go, and he wants to hammer away at your little body until you break. Bakugou knows he can build you back up again when you do.
It’s alarming when you feel fingers pull free, feel the hot, spongy head of a dick pressing up against your entrance. You aren’t ready, nowhere near wet enough. “Bakugou-Bakugou wait, wait! Bakug-oh!!” The scream that leaves your mouth is loud enough to startle birds, cause them to rise from their resting places in the trees.
Bakugou laughs a little at that, the sound quickly tapering off into a groan as he works his cock deeper into you, wiggling his hips from side to side so he can fully seat himself into your cunt, balls snug up against your clit.
“Yeah, go ahead and scream princess, lemme hear you.” He encourages, pulling out just an inch or two so he can slam back in, hear you sob, watch your shoulder shake. with each heaving breath.
He’s fucking you into the dirt like an animal, feral and uncontrolled, wild. You barely have the coordination to try and protect your face with your forearms, keep your sensitive skin from being scraped raw on the ground.
You can’t protect your knees though, or the places that Katsuki holds you from, his grip too tight, blunt nails pressing so deep into your flesh that they draw blood, the pressure biting.
It’s impossible to hold back your noises, tearful, fearful screams reverberating into the forest, choked off as you’re rocked back and forth by vicious thrusts.
The man moves easily, fucks you with the strength of a stallion, growling out your name, letting out throaty groans as he chases his release.
And it hurts, so much, your body battered and becoming scratched and bruised; it hurts so much. Until heat pools in your gut, Katsuki hitting a special spot inside you. It makes your toes curl in your sneakers, has the slide of his cock going just a bit easier as you get that much wetter.
“Unh, n-no-ooh, please, ah! Please, ohh, Bak-Bakug-” You can’t even finish your sentence, not with the blonde reaching around, hand creeping across your stomach, down to where his balls keep smacking against your skin so he can rub tight little circles around your clit.
“Fuck-fuck yeah princess, there we go. Feelin’ good now? Shit, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”
You hated his voice, hated how deep and raspy it was, how his gruff moans of pleasure made your stomach jolt with arousal.
“You tryin’ t’ milk my cock or somethin’? You want my cum that fucking bad?” The man pounding you into the dirt laughed, changing his posture so that he was curled over you, chest pressed to your back.
His hips rabbited into you, and you sobbed freely at the sensation, at his horrible fingers that wouldn’t stop drawing shapes on your little clit, making you feel hot and too close to cumming.
“No, no, no-” You whimpered, trying to hold back your orgasm, but it was too little, too late.
Bakugou’s hips stuttered as you gushed around his cock, barely managing three more full thrusts before burying himself deep, cock twitching inside of you, spurting out his warm cum.
Disgusting.
You were too tired, too spent to care how long the two of you spent on the ground, regaining your breath.
When Bakugou peeled himself away from your body, soft cock slipping easily from your warmth, you couldn’t help but cringe at the wetness that spilled against your thigh, no longer plugged in your cunt.
“That was real fucking good.”
Yeah, maybe for him.
Your panties were pulled back up, Bakugou smoothing them down before flipping your dress back into place as he rose to his feet.
He urged you up, supporting most of your weight as he easily tugged you upright. “Knew you’d be too much of a baby to walk back.” He grouched as your knees trembled, almost sending you crashing back to the ground if not for his firm arm around your waist, holding you up.
The next second, you were being lifted into the air, easily swung up into Katsuki’s arms, carried bridal style.
You felt his eyes on you, scanning over your face, your arms, your legs. Cataloging the various scratches and bruises marring your form. “You look like shit.”
You didn’t have a smart retort, just rested your head against his chest, grateful that he wasn’t making you walk, legs weak and jelly-like.
Your throat hurt from screaming.
Bakugou took you home, back to his cabin, to the cottage core life that you’d think was perfect... if only he wasn’t in it.
so as some of u know, sometimes cumming can be really really difficult. Porn is super unrealistic and cumming together, or cumming when someone tells you to just isn’t a possibility!
Sometimes cumming at all just isn’t in the cards. Sex can sometimes just be about feeling good and enjoying the movements and closeness with another person - no need for orgasms.
That said.... Bully Bakugou does not understand this, nor does he care.
He’ll be fucking you in his dorm, stray fragments of his perfect college life scattered around the room. You can barely focus on anything through the panic, the uncomfortable fear that’s infected your body.
The blonde made you suck him off a bit, humped your face as he trapped you against his bed while you kneeled in front of him. But he didn’t want to cum in your mouth, nor on your face. He wanted to feel your pussy clench tight around him, try and milk him for all he’s worth.
So you’re bent over his bed, facedown in the covers, crying a little as he pounds into you, obviously enjoying your body.
“Fuck, look at you, nothin’ but a slut.” He growls, and his hips jerk forward again. Bakugou doesn’t let you adjust when he fucks you, start out fast and hard and never slows down.
“You close? ‘M fuckin’ close. Wanna see you cum for me like a nasty little bitch.”
But you can’t.
Bakugou hunches over you, jackhammers his cock into you until you feel like you’ll break, and his voice is all gritty and rough as he keeps egging you on to cum, cum on his cock, cream all over him and make a mess, but you just can’t.
There’s too much fear knotting in your guts, apprehension tensing your muscles. You can’t relax, you don’t feel safe, none of this feels good-
The blonde man huffs, irritated that he has to work even harder to get you clenching around him, but he slips a hand underneath you until it pats at your folds, searching for your clit.
“C’mon, I know you wanna’. Dumb bitch like you isn’t good for anything else but gettin’ fucked.” He sneers, and you can feel his lips stretch into a smile against your ear when you jump, his hand pinching at your clit.
He starts rubbing the little nub, flicking at it, trying to push you over the edge, make you scream and writhe on his cock, cry for him.
But you just bury your face into the bed, hoping that you’ll endure this pain, the embarrassment, the uncomfortable feeling that stretches through your body all the way to your toes.
“Cum, dammit!” Bakugou swears. He’s certain it’s not his fault, that it’s yours.
With a huff, the man pulls out, stops playing with your clit. You’re being readjusted before you know what’s happening, getting pushed up onto the bed, turned onto your back.
Then Bakugou is filling you back up, pulling your legs over his hips as he slams home, making you tense and twist your body at the unpleasant feeling, crying out.
Your hands fly to your mouth to tamp down your noises. There’s other people in the dorms, and it’d be humiliating to have them giving you knowing glances as you limp out of Bakugou’s room, disheveled and reeling.
“Stupid little bitch, I hate you. I spend so much fucking time on you, and you can’t even do somethin’ simple.” Bakugou hikes your leg up a little, changes the angle. “What the hell, are you broken? A broken little bitch? Can’t even cum?”
You can, and he knows you can. Bakugou’s made you sore and dehydrated from all the crying after he’s overstimulated you, thinking it’s fun to watch you screech and cry from even the slightest touch when he’s done with you.
Right now, the blonde is just being mean.
But when is he not?
“So-” thrust “Fuckin’-” thrust “Disappointin’.”
“Clench up, I want your pussy to milk the shit outta me.” The man commanded, a harsh slap stinging against one of your thighs.
You tried your best, cringing at the feeling as you tensed your muscles, were able to feel him that much more, deep inside you.
No praise, no “good job”, nor any indication you were doing good. Bakugou just dropped his head, panting a little as he kept ramming into you.
There was no build-up to his climax, no frenzied thrusts or stuttered groans. Bakugou’s hips jumped forward once, and then the man pulled out, dick beginning to shoot out creamy white as he did.
The organ twitched, and Bakugou breathed heavily as he watched it, watched it stripe against your tummy, fall on your puffy folds, watch some hit your thighs.
Then Bakugou was shuffling forward, readjusting until he was kneeling next to your head, dick in your face. “Clean m’ off.”
so,,, I had to just accept that small girls are more sexy or whatever because of size kink and such, but I suspect that I never cared because I tend to dislike the idea of me being manhandled,,, now imagine my confunsion, when me, a very tall gal, got into a fetal-like position and I just, randomly, imagined Bakugou manhandling me even though I'm taller than him (because he's that strong) and at first it was just (me being horny) him ignoring how long my limbs are, but when I stopped to think about the fact that I can look REALLY small (due to flexibility) even though I'm tall TALL made me think that he would have his way anyway and sometimes he would just be really mean about it,,, mf would bully me! amd all the fantasies I had of me intimidating him with my height,, me towering over him,,, now it's all kinda shaky
BITCH listen to me.
Bakugou... this little 5′8 fucker is so fucking strong.
You’re taller than him? That doesn’t mean a goddamn thing, he can throw you over his shoulder and toss you on the bed like you weigh nothing.
Will fuck you against the wall just to prove he can, completely naked so you can see all his muscles flexing, strong and sweaty as he fucks you hard enough to make your eyes roll back into your head.
It’s easy for him to fold you up like a lil’ pretzel, pushing your knees up and to the sides until you’re in a painful stretch just so he can grind into you like an animal, growling about how you’re his submissive little bitch and he can do whatever he wants to you.
When you’re kneeling on the floor in front of the couch you’re the perfect height for him to rub his crotch against your face, grab your hair and keep your face pressed into his sweaty groin. He’ll make you lay down on the bed with your head hanging off the edge just so he can fuck your throat like a fleshlight, planting his hands on the bed and jackhammering away, abusing your throat until you can’t speak the next day.
You think you can handle him? You think you can be in charge?
He wakes up to you on his lap, rubbing yourself against his morning wood with a sleepy, satisfied look on your face. But that’s not how you’re gonna cum.
“You’re too little to play that game.” He’ll growl, and within a second he’s flipped you on your stomach, manhandling you until your ass is pressed tight to his crotch, face pushed into the comforter by a large sweaty palm. “You think you’re so tough? Little bitch, can’t even fight me off.”
Sure, maybe you tower over him, but that doesn’t matter. Bakugou likes showing off his strength, likes being a little Dom with a big personality, likes fucking you into submission, fucking you into place.
And there’s nothing that could prevent that from happening.
heyyy, i wanted to tell you that i love your writings and that you encouraged me to start writing myself. so thank you💕💕💕 I wanted to ask if you could write something about bakugou being your upper classman and eventhough hes mean to others he is nice to you, being all possessive and protective of you? you think its nice, calling him senpai and always looking up to him. hes your idol, you trust him with your life. so of course youll let him stay the night over. he pressures you into (1/3)
glad you’re writing! Writing is so fun, and even if you think it’s bad, you’ve still created something, be proud!!
Warnings - degradation, NSFW, dub con, abuse of trust & power. Manipulation, uhm Bakugou being a jerk.... what's new lol.
“No, no sleeping until I say. Don’t you want to make me happy? C’mon, I fucking know you do.”
He’s pushing at your body, jostling your shoulder while you lay on your side, eyelids heavy. You had agreed to let your senpai spend the night - Bakugou had said something about wanting to get out of his house for a bit, and you’d eagerly volunteered your own place.
The original plan was to let him have the bed, and you could sleep on the couch. You’d do anything for Bakugou, for the fiery blonde that hurled insults and spit curse words more than he breathed.
Those harsh words were never directed at you though, not since he’d found you crying on the first day of school because some dumb freshman had flipped your skirt up in the cafeteria.
You’d burst into tears at the jeering laughs, scrambling to pull your skirt down to cover yourself before darting out of the cafeteria, tears rushing down your cheeks. Bakugou had found you curled in the corner at the bottom of the stairwell, sobbing your heart out in embarrassment and humiliation.
At first he’d sneered at you, opting to ignore the pathetic little girl that had gotten her panties exposed, but something made him pause as he strode by you.
Maybe it was the way your breath hitched on each quiet sob, or maybe it was the memory of your cheeks loosing color before bursting into a brilliant red. Perhaps it was the thought of how your ass had looked, the brief glimpse he had caught of your panties before you’d pushed your skirt back into place.
Whatever the reason, Bakugou had stopped, retraced his steps, sighing as he crouched down in front of you.
“Stop fucking crying, it’s annoying. That piece of shit just wanted a reaction from you.”
You had glared up at him, scrubbing at your eyes with your fists.
Bakugou felt a bit taken aback when he locked eyes with you, your eyes clear and watery, the color of your iris vibrant and defined against your red, teary face.
“If it’ll make you stop crying, I’ll go beat his ass. Make the dumb fuck cry like a little baby.”
“Like how I’m crying?” You snorted derisively.
The blonde huffed, surprised that you weren’t shy of admitting your pathetic state. “Yeah, exactly like that.”
A tiny smile graced your lips, and Bakugou rose to his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Now get up, go get to class. You’re gonna be late and you’ll get detention or some shit.”
Later that day, after the last bell had rung and all the students were filing out of their classrooms, a scuffle had broken out.
Bakugou had the freshman that had embarrassed you caught in a headlock, one hand reaching into his pants to give the poor kid a wedgie. The kid was swearing, yelping, trying to hit at the upper classman but failing. There was a group of kids surrounding the pair, some jeering, some looking on in disdain, others rushing off to find the principal.
When you came upon the scene, Bakugou’s eyes found your own, and he smirked, snapping the waistband of the freshman’s underwear against his skin, the sound making you flinch. That had to have hurt.
The blonde roughed him up a bit more, before letting him go, shoving him to the ground with a cackle before shouldering his own backpack, vacating the area before the principal arrived.
He was your hero.
Always watching out for you, scaring away bullies, making sure you remembered to “do your shitty homework”.
So if he wanted to come over for a bit? You let him. If he wanted someone to bring him cold water during football practice? You were there. Did Bakugou want an extra dessert after lunch? He could have yours, you didn’t mind.
“Wake up-” The words growled in your ear had your eyes fluttering open as you yawned.
“It’s lateeee-” You whined, reluctantly sitting up to face Katsuki.
The blonde had refused your offer of allowing him your bed and you sleeping on the couch, instead insisting that the two of you share your bed.
Currently, he was sitting up against the headboard, shirtless, bronzed skin on display. You kept your eyes averted, although you knew what you’d see if you looked.
Solid muscles hiding under smooth skin, indicative of hard work and dedication. Bakugou was proud of his body, and didn’t mind showing off.
“C’mon, I wanna fool around. Take off your shirt and come touch me.” His command was low, muttered, as if the blonde was tired too. The overeager hands pulling at the hem of your shirt betrayed his true feelings.
“No, Bakugo-”
“Call me Katsu, don’t make me ask again.”
You stumbled over your words as the blonde pushed up your shirt, ignoring how your hands were trying to tug the fabric back down. “Katsu, stop it please, I don’t want to do that with you.”
That made the blonde pause, a frown on his face. “Why not? Am I not fucking good enough for you? What the fuck.”
“No! No Katsu-” You scrambled now, trying desperately to appease him. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Good, cause this is happening. C’mere-” He was pulling you into his lap, his warm hands finally succeeding in pulling off your shirt, tugging it insistently over your head.
“Wait, don’t look! Give me my shirt back!” You whined, hands flying to cover your body from Bakugou’s heated gaze.
The blonde raised an eyebrow, before flinging your shirt across the room with a smirk. “Nah, don’t be shy. Fuck, look at those tits.” His eyes were on your chest now, as were his hands, batting yours away like an annoying mosquito so he could grope your soft flesh.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
You were bright red, squirming on his lap. What was he doing? “Um, Katsu, I don’t think we should..... I mean, this isn’t..... um..... um....”
You trailed off as he massaged your chest, rolling your nipples underneath his fingers, watching the dusky buds flatten and pop back up when he pressed on them.
A little pinch to one of them has you squealing, Katsuki immediately slapping a hand over your mouth, his eyes dark and serious. “Shut the fuck up, you wanna wake up your parents? Dumb bitch, keep quiet.”
The words stung, made tears prickle in your eyes. Why was your senpai being so mean? Did you do something wrong?
Content that you had got the message, he took his hand away, trailing down to squeeze at your breast before dropping his hand further, to the hem of your sleep pants.
“Katsu-Katsu, wait, I don’t think I’m ready for this! I just want to go to sleep, let’s sleep.” You pleaded, shivering as his other hand still caressed your chest, roughly palming over your mounds and tweaking your nipples.
“Shut it, just stay still.”
You continued to squirm, pushing his hands away, trying to wiggle out of his lap, only for the blonde to finally snap.
He growled low in his throat, and then you were on your back beneath him, head hitting your pillow with a soft sound, Bakugou grabbing your hands.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I just wanna fool around and feel good and you’re being an uppity little bitch. Cut that shit out. This isn’t that big of a deal, stop being a baby about it and let’s have some fucking fun.”
The words held a bit of malice, a hint of a threat. But, what he was saying was true, wasn’t it? People your age did this kind of stuff all the time, it wasn’t a big deal. There wasn’t an issue with it.
Sighing, you tried to relax, slumping your shoulder dejectedly before Bakugou let go of your hands, his own moving to the waistband of your sleep pants.
“There, see? It’s not that fucking hard.”
The thing brushing against your thigh was hard, warm and solid as it prodded you insistently.
Your pants came off, and so did Katsuki’s, leaving you both in nothing but underwear. His skin-tight briefs were tented, the length inside leaking against the fabric. It looked almost painful.
“Touch me.” The male commanded, grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to his clothed dick. You cringed when you made contact, the length twitching underneath your hand, but Katsuki wouldn’t let you pull back.
“I said to fucking touch me.” the blonde snapped, pushing his hips further into your hand.
Reluctantly, you started to massage his length, working it with your hand in rhythmic motions. The blonde groaned, and when you looked at his face his cheeks were flushed.
“Feels fucking good, keep doing that shit.”
One of his hands was unceremoniously shoved into your panties, immediately petting over your slit with quick, fast strokes. It wasn’t long before a finger prodded into your entrance, slowly pushing it’s way inside as you arched and winced against the intrusion.
“Fucking relax and be good for your senpai. I’m doing this for you, be grateful.” Bakugou snapped, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Katsu-oh, feels-feels weird...” You mumbled, hips twitching underneath him. You tried to keep touching him, but your attention was quickly being ripped away and focused on the sensations between your legs.
The finger inside you thrusted slowly, gently, and you bucked your hips at the odd sensation, mewling when Bakugou’s thumb rubbed at your clit. It felt... weird, but in a good way.
But Bakugou was impatient.
“And you can’t even fucking touch me at the same time, you’re worthless as shit.” He spat, cruelly shoving a second finger inside of you.
It hurt a bit, and you gasped, but before you could say anything the blonde was kissing you, lips crashing into your own.
“Mmph!” You squeaked, hands flying to anchor yourself by gripping onto his shoulders, trying to slow him down from attacking you with such fervor.
You couldn’t stop him though, he was determined to feel you.
“Oh fuck, you taste like mint-” He gasped, pulling away from your mouth to gasp for air. You felt dazed, like this was some sort of bleak dream-turned nightmare. Your toothpaste had mint in it, was that what he had been tasting?
The fingers inside of you were thrusting hard now, scissoring, stroking your walls, calloused skin being warmed by your insides. HIs thumb was still patting at your clit, rubbing broad circles around and on the bud, making you shake.
But then his fingers were gone, and Bakugou was pulling down his boxers, shuffling down the bed so he could slot himself between your thighs.
“Look at that tight little pussy, you’re so goddamn wet. You need a cock filling you up, huh?”
You laid there in a daze, barely registering what the blonde was saying. You missed the pleasant friction against your clit.
And then there was pressure, a tight stretch, burning.
Your legs kicked out and you inhaled, ready to cry out, but Bakugou clamped a hand tight against your mouth again, leaning down as he seated himself all the way inside.
“You make a noise, and I’ll just fuck this slutty little body harder, got it?”
Stilling, you shivered involuntarily, the feeling of the thick intrusion messing up your insides painful yet delicious.
“Give me a goddamn answer you stupid bitch.” Katsuki spat, eyes blazing.
Only then did you actually register what he had said previously, and you immediately nodded your head, looking up at your senpai with wide eyes. You didn’t want him to hurt you.
Satisfied, Bakugou grinned, although he didn’t remove his hand. He pulled his hips back just a tad, before grinding into you hard, relishing the way your tight walls sucked him in.
He repeated the motion, quickly building up a rhythm of short, heavy grinding thrusts, barely pulling out before grinding his cock in deep.
“Fuck, fuck, you’re a treat.” The small bit of praise made you feel better, warmth spreading in your chest.
But then he started fucking you in earnest.
It hurt, how rough he was being with your body, and you whined behind his hand, grabbing at his wrist. You needed air, and you couldn’t take in enough through your nose.
Bakugou just gave you a disdainful glance, before hammering his hips against you, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.
The sharp burn had simmered down into a dull afterthought, the more pressing feeling being that of spiking pleasure each time Bakugou’s thick cock drilled into your insides. It felt good, you were almost writhing on your sheets, legs shaking and kicking out, hands scratching at Bakugou’s wrist, eyes rolling back into your head.
“Stay fucking still-!” The blonde growled, yanking you closer to his body before your careless wiggling could make his dick slip out of your tight entrance. You moaned behind his hand, and Bakugou grinned, before taking his hand away, patting your cheeks roughly.
“What was that? Hm? Speak up little bitch, what’d you say?”
“Oh, oh please-! Katsu, feels-feels.....hnn, feels-!” You couldn’t finish your sentence, too overwhelmed with sensation to speak, hands circulating between gripping your hair, the sheets, and your chest, unsure how to handle the onslaught of pleasurable experience.
Bakugou huffed, quickly pulling out to maneuver you into a different position.
The slight reprieve allowed you to catch your breath, but it was soon punched out of you again when Bakugo slammed home, your body laid out on top of his, your back to his chest, your head resting against his shoulder.
His hips flexed as he thrusted up into you, one hand holding your hip, the other using four fingers to rub wildly at your clit.
It felt so good.
Your hips kept jumping, legs shaking on each exquisite rub, each delectable thrust filling you up so nicely.
“Mmh! Katsu, Katsu, please, oh-oh-oohhh-” The moan left you, and Bakugou sped up his hips, now uncaring of the noises that you made.
He just wanted to cum.
“Oh god, oh no, it’s feels good, it feels good-ugh, Katsu!” You cried, and the man grinned, bitting at the shell of your ear.
“Fucking take it, gonna make you fucking cum.”
And you did, crying and moaning and shaking on his cock, walls convulsing and milking him dry, his balls clenching and twitching as he unloaded his seed inside you.
It was sticky, and hot, and it felt gross, but you were too fucked out to care, sweaty and exhausted and confused.
The only sound in the room was that of heavy breathing, both you and Bakugou worn out.
When you finally did move, it was because Bakugou was pushing you to the side, grimacing as his cock slipped free of your gummy insides. Cum dripped down your thighs, gloopy texture making you gag as it slowly seeped from your hole.
“I’ll... I’ll clean you up tomorrow.” Bakugou mumbled, throwing an arm around your waist to drag you close to him.
The thoughts swirling inside of you were so confusing. Right now, it was easier to melt into Bakugou’s chest than to think, to try and sort out what had just occurred. It was fine, it was normal.
no cap katsuki nonconing yn in a alleyway calling her stupid for wandering the streets alone b4 spitting in her face n burying his face n ha chest and being all slobbery and gross, getting off from her thighs and neglecting her cunt just cuz he thinks shes enjoying it even doe she aint- nasty bakugou lives in my head rent free i tell ya.
He’d just shove you up against the wall, press his chest against yours while he’s staring you down, absolutely ripping into you about what a stupid little whore.
“You’re a desperate bitch, aren’t you? You gotta be, wandering around, dressed in that shit.” He’s talking about your skirt. It’s modest, knee-length and warm, not at all scandalous, nor perverted, but Katsuki is, so he sees it that way.
“Dumb slut, I bet you wanted someone to do this to you, were looking for someone to feel you up in a dark alleyway. God, I hate little whores like you, piss me the fuck off.”
While he’s spewing hatred, his hands are caressing your trembling body, grabbing at the curve of your waist, digging into the fat of your ass, dipping down to squeeze at the outside of your thigh, teasing. You’re too afraid and shocked to say anything, to do anything but stand there and let it happen.
Within a second, he has his hand up your shirt, quickly shucking it up over your chest to reveal your bra, barking out a laugh.
“What the fuck is that? What the hell, you can’t even put in any effort? Damn.” Demeaning you for your plain bra, he was making you feel self conscious and embarrassed, face heating up as you shuffled further into the wall, lips pressed tightly together as you withered in discomfort.
Katsuki laughed again, before reaching around to unclip it, essentially bear hugging you in the process. You’re struggling to breathe, arms trapped by your sides as he fiddles with the clasp of your bra for a second, before succeeding in undoing it.
The man quickly rips the fabric away from your body, leaving your chest bare, shirt pushed up by your armpits.
Only then does your brain finally process what’s happening, and you whimper, hands rising to cover your chest, body trying to turn away, shrinking down and in on yourself.
“Stop, sir, this is-this is bad, I’ll call the police, please stop!” But Katsuki just laughs again, grabbing your biceps and wrenching your arms away from your body, using his grip to haul you upright again. Like this, he was free to leer at your body all he wanted, a wide grin stretched across his face.
“Oh fuck off, you know that’s a lie. This isn’t bad, you’re asking for it, wandering around this late. What are you, a damn prostitute looking for a customer?”
That stung, but before you could retort, the man was hunching over, nuzzling his face against your chest, nose cold against your warm skin.
He groaned, pushing you further back into the wall as he began mouthing at your skin, leaving slobbery kisses all over your breasts, occasionally stopping to bite at a nipple.
You squeaked, afraid to make too much noise. The entrance to the alley was right there, what if someone walked by and saw you being molested? What would they think of you? You wanted to cry, but couldn’t find the tears.
Katsuki groaned again, and you shuddered when he straightened, pressing his lower half flush against your front. “Feel that?” ‘that’ was his prick, digging into your hip. “All for you. You want it, don’tcha? Damn prissy slut, bet you’re soaked under that skirt, acting like you aren’t fucking loving this, aren’t getting off on me suckin’ on your tits.”
And then you were being shoved to the ground, turned onto your back.
The concrete was almost cold, slightly chilly against your back, shirt still bunched uncomfortably underneath your armpits, digging into your shoulder blades where they rested against the concrete.
Katsuki was moving fast above you, hiking your skirt up, snickering at your plain panties (it’s not like you had planned on getting assaulted today, forgive you). He pushed your knees towards your chest, back protesting as it was stretched uncomfortably.
“Ow, oh, please wait! Sir, don’t do this, please.” You whined, hands curling into fists. You wanted to hold onto something, to ground yourself as you were manhandled, but there was nothing nearby.
“You like that rape role-play shit? Fucking creep, dirty little pervert. I can be rougher if you want, break a few bones.” Katsuki offered, reaching for one of your hands.
“No!” Snatching it towards your chest, your voice high and shrill, Katsuki just shrugged, before undulating his cheeks as he gathered the saliva in his mouth. His next movement was to spit on you, on your cheek, warm saliva suprising you as you registered the sound of him spitting.
He was disgusting.
Knees pushed to your chest, the man wiped the spit off your face, mumbling about your “goddamn makeup” as he did so, before rubbing his spit on the inside of your thighs, right above your knees.
And then he was above you, practically kneeling as he straddled you, pressing his dick between the tight squeeze of your thighs.
When had he gotten his dick out?
You could feel his foreskin, feel the tapered head, the thick base, his wrinkly balls as they touched the back of your thighs. A shiver passed through you at the barrage of sensations, and you struggled to keep yourself calm. Katsuki mistook it as a shiver of something else.
“Y’know, I bet anyone walking by would be able to see your stupid panties.” He was right - with your knees pressed to your chest, Katsuki sliding his cock through your thighs as he kneeled over you, practically straddling your chest, made sure that your panties were on full display.
That fear invaded your mind, filling your senses until it was all you could think about.
Not the man grunting as he messily speared through your thighs, uttering occasional swears.
Not the roughness of the concrete against your back, the uncomfortable stretch of your hips as Katsuki pressed your legs together, keeping them glued to your body at the same time.
“You’re soaked, I just know it. Want me to touch your dirty cunt? Your little fuck-hole? I think you don’t deserve that, you’re enjoying this too damn much already.” The man spat cruelly, moving against your more fevershiyl as he worked himself up.
You could feel the tip of his cock prod your chest on each thrust, peeking out from between your thighs, and it made you sick.
Just close your eyes, and he’d finish soon.
When the man did finish, it was all over the back of your thighs, stripping his cock with one hand, eyes closed in bliss as he moaned around his release.
You considered it a blessing that he didn't touch you further after that, just began tucking himself away.
“Damn, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be. You aren’t half-bad at this, although you could work on your fucking attitude, it was like pounding into a limp fish. Least you could do is try to keep your thighs together.” Katsuki snickered, hovering over you as he zipped up his jeans. “If you wanted me to stay longer, you just need to say so.” His face soured a second later. “But don’t fuckin’ try to hold me back next time, make me fuckin’ cum, got it?”
And then he was gone, leaving you to deal with the mess of cum striping the back of your thighs.
