3.5k words (nsfw)
MASTERLIST
bakugou x fem!reader
tw: porn with little plot, excessive use of the word daddy, dom!bakugou, degradation(a little), use of kitten as a nickname, lots of spanking, choking, overstim, unprotected sex, creampie, uhh i think that’s it
You were absolutely furious. 3 hours. It had been 3 hours since your arrogant, selfish, hotheaded fiancée was supposed to be getting home from patrol. Coming home late was nothing out of the ordinary for him. In fact, on a normal day, you would have been waiting in bed, curled up with a nice book or a particularly juicy reality show playing, awaiting his arrival patiently. However, today was no NORMAL day. At least not to you. Katsuki had just gotten back from a particularly long mission that had him across the country for almost 3 full weeks. In that time, you had promised him you would be good, not touching yourself without his permission (which he had only given you twice while on facetime with you).
Since he had gotten back 3 days ago, he’d been ‘recovering’ from his long trip, leaving you no chance to finally be filled the way you wanted- no, needed- to be. This morning you had finally decided today was the day, even going so far as to send him little messages throughout the day.
I cant wait until you come home daddy🥺 *1 image attatched*
pleeease come fill me up daddy, ive been waiting so long for you
i cant wait much longer, i might have to touch myself soon😩 *2 images & 1 video attached*
You had hoped the last one would be enough incentive for him to hurry home after patrol, to no avail. In fact, this had been the latest he’d come home in as long as you could remember. Even still, you expected at least some semblance of communication with you if he knew he’d be home later than usual tonight. But you had gotten nothing from him, all day. There were no responses to your messages, though you could see that he had read them. He hadn’t answered any of your calls, though the last few had been sent straight to voicemail. The lack of communication piled on top of your extreme sexual frustration had led to your current fury at the ash haired man.
So here you sat, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor, your back sunk into the couch and your arms crossed over your chest, the look of annoyance plain as day on your face. You were about to give up, to admit defeat and retreat into the bedroom for the night, when you heard the click of the lock, followed by a grunt and the door being swung open. There, standing in the doorway, with a shit eating grin on his face, stood Katsuki Bakugou. You narrowed your eyes at him, noticing the smugness written across his features as you remained planted to the couch. No way were you going to jump up and greet him as usual. No, he would have to come to you tonight.
As he closed the door behind himself and began to stride towards you, you took in his appearance. He was no longer in his hero suit, seemingly having showered and changed into his joggers and t-shirt at the agency. He squatted down in front of you, placing a thick scarred hand on each of your knees, parting them slightly as he made space for his large body between them. Slowly, his eyes trailed from your knees up your thighs, to the valley between your legs, and ever so slowly they made their way to your scowling face. “Someone doesn’t look as happy to see me as they seemed earlier.” He quipped in his gruff voice, unable to keep the smirk from his face.
You rolled your eyes, breathing hard out of your nose as you stared back at him, unwilling to back down. “Well that was before you completely ghosted me and came home 3 hours later than you were supposed to.” You bit back, unable to keep the tinge of hurt out of your voice as you looked down, staring at his hands bitterly. Katsuki sighed as he squeezed your knees softly. “Stupid fuckin’ phone died. I didn’t have a charger at the office.” He shrugged. “I stayed late finishing up all the bullshit paperwork from that last mission so I didn’t have to go back in on my day off tomorrow. Wanted to spend all day with you, brat.”
Your eyes flew open at this, head whipping up to look at him once more. “W-well.. why didn’t you respond to my texts then? I know you read them.”
“Tch. I couldn’t exactly respond while on patrol, dumbass. Unless you want Kiri looking over my shoulder and seeing those pretty little pictures too.” he smirked. Your eyes went wide, mouth opening and closing, failing to form a response as you softly shook your head no.
“Didn’t think so. They were very pretty pictures, by the way. And that video..” his eyes slowly trailed down your face again, landing on your lips that were softly trembling with bated breaths. “You’re lucky my volume was down, dumbass. Otherwise everyone on the street would have heard you begging to be filled by my cock.” His hands slowly trailed up your legs, squeezing the plush of your thighs as they made their way to the hem of your shirt. You were frozen, eyes mesmerized by the movement of his large, warm hands on your skin.
“But maybe that’s what you wanted, hah? Wanted everyone to hear you begging for daddy to fill you up, is that it?” He tugged at the hem of your shirt, glancing up at you as you shook your head from side to side, answering silently as you were currently finding it hard to form any real coherent thoughts. He removed one hand from your shirt, reaching it up to grab your jaw softly between his thumb and forefinger, prompting you to look him in the eyes once more.
“I asked you a question, kitten. Is that what you wanted? For everyone to hear how desperate you are for my cock?”
“N-no! That’s not what i wanted!” You sputtered out, shaking your head as much as you were able between his grip. “J-just wanted to show you! Only you!”
Katsuki chuckled, his eyes darkening by the second as he slowly moved his hand off of your jaw, moving it back down to grip the bottom of your shirt as he swiftly lifted it up and over your head, throwing it somewhere into the abyss of your shared apartment and springing up to his feet. He wasted no time in lifting you up, hooking his hands under your knees as you squealed, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun around, now sitting himself on the couch with you clumsily straddling on top of him.
You giggled, looking back down into his eyes as you took in his blown pupils and hard breathing, scarcely able to hold yourself back as you crashed your lips onto his. It was messy, all teeth and tongue, the build up of almost a month of being apart pouring into this moment, drenching every fiber of your being with the thought of finally getting what you had been so desperately waiting for. You pawed at his back hungrily, doing your best to lift his shirt up, parting the kiss briefly to lift it over his head and throw it to join your mounting pile of discarded clothes, eventually shimmying yourself out of everything you had on and getting Katsuki down to just his briefs.
Katsuki growled as you finished pulling his joggers off, snatching your waist as soon as you had thrown them and pulling you back on top of him as he started sloppily placing wet kisses up the column of your throat, latching on to the sensitive spot just below your ear that he knew would elicit a groan out of you. You bucked your hips softly at the sensation, tilting your head to the side to give him more space on your neck to work with as you threaded your fingers through his spiky locks, tugging gently. This pulled a moan from the man below you, causing him to reluctantly pull away from your neck and wrap his arms around your waist, turning your body so you were now layed down fully on the couch, Katsuki looming above you.
“So fucking pretty,” he mumbled, trailing a hand down your body with a feather-light touch. His hand dipped down, fingers tracing around your clit, avoiding it as they reached your entrance, soaking wet and practically on fire to the touch. “Look at you, kitten. Practically dripping already and I’ve barely even touched you. Was my kitten good while I was away?” You nodded fervently, babbling out a “Yes! Yes i was good!” Katsuki smirked as he teased your entrance with a calloused finger. “Did you touch yourself without permission? Don’t lie baby, ‘cause i can always fuckin tell.”
Your breath hitched as he teasingly dipped his fingertip into you, pulling back out almost instantly. “N-no! I would never! I promise daddy, p-please-” your words were ripped from your throat as Bakugou finally plunged his finger into your wet heat, slowly pumping up to his first knuckle, working his way to his full finger. Your soft gasps and quiet moans echoed throughout the apartment, along with the embarrassing squelching noise of Katsuki’s torturously slow fingers entering you.
“M-more, please, fuck- please!” You whined out, reaching out to find anything to ground yourself, finding the back of Katsuki’s head and pulling him to you. He obliged, latching his mouth onto your nipple and rolling it between his teeth as he added a second finger into your sopping entrance, scissoring them swiftly and lifting up his thumb, slowly tracing circles around your aching clit.
You moaned loudly, pulling him closer to your chest as you bucked your hips into his hand, which spurred Katsuki into action. Using his free hand to pin down your hips, lifting his head to look down at you as he worked you towards your high. “Oh no, greedy little thing. You take what daddy gives you. Greedy little sluts don’t get to cum. Do you want to cum?” He rasped out. “Yes, fuck! Please i need-need to cum!” You babbled out almost incoherently, your high rapidly approaching. “I know you’re close, kitten. I can feel you clamping down on my fingers. You gonna come for daddy? Fuckin cum, slut.” He spat out.
“Fuck I’m s-so close, please don’t stop, please-” Your words died in your throat, eyes crossing with pleasure and head throwing back as your orgasm rippled through your body, white hot pleasure coursing through every nerve ending. “There’s my good fuckin girl,” Katsuki groaned, the tent in his briefs growing uncomfortably tight as he worked you perfectly through your orgasm, pulling his fingers out slowly and holding them up to you. Instinctively you opened your mouth, tongue lolling out and eyes looking back into his as he shoved them into your mouth. He couldn’t help but moan lowly as you closed your lips around them, tongue lapping and swirling as you cleaned your essence off of them.
“Good girl,” he praised, pulling them from your mouth with a pop. “Do you think you deserve daddy’s cock?” You nodded your head wildly, pleas falling from your lips without hesitation, begging for him to finally fill you up and quench your frustration. He nodded slowly, standing up and holding out his hand for you. You grabbed it tentatively, unsure of his next move, but were silently answered as he pulled you up from the couch, ushering you around to the arm of it, turning you and pushing you face down into the cushion, your lower half still standing on the floor as the arm of the couch was under your hip, face pressed into the cushion.
You gasped, moaning as he brought his hand down into your ass cheek, repeating the motion onto your other cheek as you turned your head to look back at him. He wasted no time in ridding himself of his briefs, and you watched with hungry eyes as his cock sprang free, the angry red tip smacking up and practically touching his belly button, pre already leaking down. You licked your lips, hungrily awaiting his next move.
“Fuck princess, you don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this. It was so hard to not just leave in the middle of patrol today and come absolutely ruin you.” He fisted his cock roughly, smacking it onto your ass a few times as he teased you. “Sending those naughty pictures, you knew what you were doing. This is what you want, right? You want me to stuff you full, right here?” Your whole body twitched as if you were jolted by electricity as his tip nudged your entrance, coating himself in your juices. You were quick to nod, babbling out “Yes, please stuff me, please fuck me!”
“I don’t know,” he teased, nudging your clit with his cock repeatedly, pulling soft whimpers from you. “You don’t sound like you want it very much right now, kitten. Why don’t you tell me exactly what you want. C’mon, use your fuckin’ words baby.” He grinned, the muscles in his neck tightening as he used all his self restraint to not shove his entire length into you then and there. “I want you,” you whined. “I w-want you to fill my pussy with your cock, i want you t-to use me as you wish and make me cum on your cock!” You stuttered out, embarrassment seeping into your tone as your face flushed red.
Bakugou grabbed your ass, stretching his hand to ghost over your entrance with his thumb, pulling you open to him as he used his other hand to guide himself to your entrance, biting his lip as he finally, finally pushed the tip inside you, slowly filling you up with his length. The moan that was ripped from your throat when he finally bottomed out was borderline pornographic, the feeling of finally being full was everything you had been waiting for. Katsuki was unable to hold back his own moan as he stilled himself inside of you, giving your walls time to accommodate to his size.
After a moment, you wiggled your hips in an attempt to get him to start moving. “Katsuki,” you called. “Please, move!” He looked down at your lust blown face, grinning as he grabbed onto your hips, pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back in again, mesmerized by the fat of your ass jiggling with each thrust. “F-fuck, kitten. Quit squeezing me so hard, ‘m not gonna last-” but you couldn’t help it. After being deprived so long, you were in ecstasy finally having him here, finally having him home and having him split you on his cock over and over again.
“Yes Katsu, fuck! Right there, oh fuck!” You groaned, face rubbing uncomfortably against the couch cushion as he slammed into you, feeling him grab your ass with a grip you were sure would leave bruises, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t bring yourself to think of anything but the feeling of Katsuki shaping your insides to match him, the feeling of the vein on the underside of his dick rubbing you with every thrust, the feeling of his heavy balls slapping your clit deliciously with each rut of his hips.
“Such a good fucking girl taking me so well. Who’s making you feel so good, huh?”
“You, Katsuki! You are!” He leaned his chest down to your back, reaching a hand around and slapping your clit roughly, shaking his head. “That’s not my fuckin’ name. Who’s making you feel this way, huh slut?” He asked once more.
“You, daddy! Daddy’s making me feel so good- fuck please don’t stop!” You rocked onto your toes with each thrust, feeling the coil in your stomach start to tighten once more. Katsuki could feel it too, your velvety walls clamping down on him, attempting to suck him back in each time he pulled away. He used the hand that was already snaked around you to slowly circle your clit, adding the perfect pressure that had you practically falling apart, teetering on the edge of your high as he relentlessly thrusted into your heat.
“You gonna be my good girl and cum for me again?” He teased, whispering directly in your ear before softly nipping the shell. You nodded, babbling out nonsense whimpers of yes, of please don’t stop, of right there. He continued his thrusts and the insistent circling of his fingers on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the cliff, whispering again in your ear “Cum for me, kitten. Good girls do as their told.”
That’s all it took for the coil in your lower half to snap, your high pushing you off the metaphorical cliff at lightning speed as you arched your back, chest pushing impossibly far into the couch cushion as you came. Bakugou didn’t stop his thrusts or his fingers circling your abused nub, even when you slowly came down from your high.
“F-fuck Katsu- ‘s too much!” You whined as you tried to arch away from his touch. But you were effectively trapped between his body and the arm of the couch, unable to shy away from his ever persistent touch. “I think you have one more in you, kitten. Whaddya say? Cum one more time for me, pretty girl.” He smirked from above you as you squirmed beneath him.
You whimpered, barely able to form a coherent thought other than the feeling of pleasure as the overstimulation numbed your brain. Above you, Katsuki adjusted himself, reaching down one hand to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hand, pulling harshly as he lifted your upper half up to him, pulling your back to his chest. He let go of your hair then, instead snaking his hand around to your throat, squeezing slightly as he continued hammering into you, his other hand still snaking circles around your swollen clit. You moaned loudly, finding yourself alarmingly close once more to your high, only needing a little final push to get you there.
As if reading your mind, Katsuki’s lips brushed your ear, his harsh voice ringing in your head as he spoke. “You’re clamping down on me so tight princess, you want me to fill you up? Want me to cum inside this pussy and breed you full? Fuck- I’m gonna fill this pussy all the way up baby, fuck I’m so close-” That was all it took to catapult you over the edge once again, your high taking over all of your senses and your mind going completely blank as the pleasure washed over you in waves.
Katsuki wasnt faring any better, the guttural groan ripped from his throat as his hips faltered, your velvety hot walls clamping down on his pulsing cock pushing him to his own high, thick ropes of his seed flooding into you as his thrusts slowed. He stilled finally, lowering you softly back down to the couch cushion as you both came down from your highs. He stayed hugged to your body, hunched over you as you both caught your breathe, and once your breathing returned to normal he kissed your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “Don’t fuckin move, I’ll be right back.”
He gently pulled out of you and you instantly felt empty at the loss of him, and cold without his body heat to keep you warm, despite the light sheen of sweat that clung to your body and made your hair stick to your forehead. You closed your eyes and hummed contently, and not long after Bakugou returned, holding a cold water bottle along with a damp washcloth.
He gently cleaned you up before standing you up and guiding you to sit normally on the couch, handing you the water bottle and moving then to clean himself up and lazily pull his joggers over his bare legs as you lazily took a few swigs of the cool water. The icy drink washed over your tongue, instantly cooling you and you let out a soft “ahhh” before offering the bottle to Katsuki. He traded you the water bottle for your shirt he had picked up, gulping down the rest of the bottle and flopping down next to you as you tossed the shirt over your head.
He threw his arm around you, pulling you into him as he nuzzled into your hair. You smiled brightly, curling into his side and inhaling his scent, finding comfort in the sweet scented sweat he gave off. “m sorry i was late. I shoulda told you I’d take a while tonight.” He grumbled into the crown of your head. You relaxed further into him. “It’s okay. You have all day tomorrow to make it up to me.” You looked up at him and winked, standing up and swaying your hips in front of him for a moment before whipping around and darting to your shared bedroom.
Bakugou threw his head back and groaned, faux annoyance in his voice as he sprang up and said “God, Shitty woman, i fuckin love you, but i swear you’re gonna be the death of me one day,” before racing after you.