i literally adore katsuki being submissive; people don’t really ever make him submissive in bed without making him submissive over all and completely disregard his character. i really like ur perspective on it including vulnerability aswell. or they make him ovveerlly freaky which i don’t really view him to have that many kinks besides degradation and tiny others that dare i say aren’t as kinky.
just food for thought and was hopefully wanting to see more of ur thoughts on switch katsuki :-)
bro this has been marinating in my drafts 4EVER. im so so glad enjoyed my interpretation ^_^ i do have a looot of thoughts…. beware of my yap
ft. switch!katsuki, themes of trust & vulnerability. talk of: mild humiliation/degradation, praise, bondage, mild breath play, rough ish sex. mdni!
i totally agree. katsuki is a really complex character, he has many contradictions within his personality. he's consistently foul mouthed and snappy, but beneath the bite he has quite a sensitive heart.
a big part of his development is coming to terms with being vulnerable and finding value and trust in others around him.
i do believe that it would take time to get him to be open to being submissive, so your dynamic starts off with him playing the more dominant role at first.
i feel like a lot of men in general are inclined to this because it's what's expected of them. and it's definitely what he thinks is expected of him — his biggest goal in life is to be the number one hero, and his image of heroism is strength and being the best.
(and does the best falter or show vulnerability?)
for all the applause he's gotten, it's all because of his quirk and the expected strength that comes with it. he takes what he sees as failures very critically, and internalizes it until it reaches a boiling point. he hates being perceived as weak, and in turn, needing of anything from anyone.
learning that flipping the usual switch isn't pitying, that love and praise aren't earned from perfection, AND that wanting such a thing isn't a weakness takes him some time.
i want to say the first time he indulged in playing a more submissive role wasn't planned at all. it was after a hard mission, a bad day. and you knew that, could see that he needed something that he didn't yet want to voice.
so he trusts you. that's the biggest thing. you're his person. and you're always so, so good to him. he lets you touch him like he's something precious. let’s you see him and remind him that he's loved even when he's not 'strong'.
he probably felt ashamed right after that first time. it's a feeling that crawls in slowly, because why does it feel like he lost?
he'd want to shut you out on instinct, pretend that feeling isn't there, bury it until it swallows him whole like most of his feelings do — but with a partner as loving and attentive as you, he wouldn't have to. because: aftercare !!!
very important. holding him close, not letting him retreat back behind his familar walls, reassuring him that letting go isn't a sign of weakness, that there is no winning or losing when it comes to love and sex.
you're there, you will stay, and you don't think or see him as any lesser. and that just means so much to him :(
so after that night, it becomes more of a thing, something he slowly grows to be more open to.
but just because he's indulging in submission and experimenting with that dynamic doesn't mean he does a full 180.
unless it's one of those tough nights like the first time, he's still mouthy, his pride and self preservation instincts never fully disappear. and he doesn't outright plead— i see a degree of begging but it's SO specifically him and it takes a LOT for him to say it.
i'm talking "fucking please.." through gritted teeth followed by his brows scrunching up in relief and a breathy, self-satisfied "ffuck.. yeah…" when you decide to give him what he wants.
i totally agree with him now being suuper freaked out. kink is a huuuge spectrum, and while i don't think he's completely vanilla, that the things that he'd be into don't fall anywhere near the freakier end of the spectrum lmao
degradation and humiliation to an extent because seeing that you get off on it does something to him. and it's not all that "you're a dirty slut" type shit…. (that would cringe him out goodbye)
the way he does it is more teasing, making you feel embarassed for something you want, making you admit it, say it to his face. maybe even really beg for it if he's feeling especially mean. but in the end he's very, very willing to give you what you want and do it well. he takes a LOT of pride in being able to deliver you the best.
i'm also gonna throw in praise as a kink because (begrudgingly) he does need reassurance, and he knows that his words of praise to you mean a lot— because what he says, he completely means.
i can see him dabbling in some bondage (handcuffs or the like), a degree of breathplay (like a hand at your throat perhaps), and some rougher sex in general at times (his fingers digging into your hips as he moves them to his liking, your nails raking down his back…) but he doesn't want to hurt you.. like honestly that's probably his worst fear, being at fault for your harm, so nothing too far ^^
may blabs: ok looking back at my prev post on this i def simplified and slapped the bratty sub label on him... which leans on just generically typing him buut it ok that was my first time (heh) posting smth smut-adjacent 🥹
so imma give myself sum slack. i keep things silly on here but TRUST ik there is always nuance and a lot of depth🤞
big thank u to my goat @updownandbatty 4 proofreading 😛
✟ vampire!reader x sub!prohero dynamite, dom!reader, fem! reader, monsterfucking, bloodsucking, cumming untouched (kinda), overstimulation, public, m!masterbation. porn WITH plot. sorry it’s a lot of plot. (you attack him, slight violence) (apologies for any typos!)
pro hero dynamite- often described as a strong willed, stubborn, determined and valiant man- a role model to many. but most importantly- he’s incredibly overconfident.
he could guess that’s how he found himself in his currently situation. on a solo mission deep inside dark woods that he’s unfamiliar with- a mission that he was warned over and over again should have been a team up.
but he’s dynamite? the number two ranked hero? a symbol of power and strength. he doesn’t need backup or help on trivial missions like this. it should be easy, in theory- at least for him.
the brief he was given for this particular mission has minimal information- with each victim seeming to not completely remember the events of the night they were attacked, memories coming back to them in fragmented pieces.
the case involves a series of attacks that take place in a small, rural town. rich with folklore and community, on the surface- the location seems perfect. having a low crime rate and filled with life.
from what each victim can remember, the attacks seems to begin the same. the statistics of the assaulted immediately draw the hero’s attention- young people, ranged in their early twenties with eighty percent being men.
now normally, in cases like these that describe who seems to be a serial attacker, the victims, most of the time are women. and although it is not impossible, it it very rare that most of the victims are men.
this in itself interests dynamite. he feels stupid, and incredibly sexist for thinking it- but he can’t help but enjoy the challenge of taking down a villain who appears to be targeting men around his age group.
seemingly- each attack begins somewhat innocently. the setting of a bar or the local park being the beginning of the story.
the victims describe being approached by an entity that seems to take the form of a beautiful women. with eyes so enchanting they struggled to look away, a smile so captivating they couldn’t say no.
their lured- seduced into a forest, the same one he’s in now. they describe following the women as she leads them deeper into the trees, under the impression that she had a home- or at least a place for them to stay inside the woods.
as they move further and further into the forest, a piercing feeling of unease fills their stomach. an indication that something isn’t right, but when the women turns around and gives them a sly smile they can’t help but continue to follow her.
a shift happens almost immediately- the entity they were previously trailing behind seems to disappear in front of them, moving faster than able to understand by the human eye.
it happens in an instant, a cold breeze catches the victim, before their able to process the change she appears directly in front of them, pulling said victim towards her with inhumane strength.
if they’re able to see her- for even a second they would take note of her eyes, once captivating now glowing a deep shape of red- she approaches almost invisibly, illuminated only slightly by the glimmer of the moonlight. sharp fangs extrude from her mouth for only a second before a piercing cold slices their neck.
victims describe feeling something they can only describe as being drained, their life force being taken from them before they blackout- waking up the next morning on the outskirts of the forest, alone.
as far as the local authorities are aware, no one had died from these encounters, just severe pains and blackouts lasting upwards of a week.
what intrigues dynamite the most about this case is the way the victims describe their attacker- as someone beautiful, enchanting, even going as far to describe her as having ethereal beauty, somewhat otherworldly.
he can’t help but be interested, wanting for himself to see the mythical appearance of the entity who continues to terrorise this town. the assumption the commission have came too is that it must be a downside of a quirk. a quirk that forces the inhabited town feed on the blood of others in order to stay alive.
the cold of the night is beginning to affect bakugo as he wanders aimlessly through the darkened woods, the air is cool and thick with the scent of nature. his senses are heightened as his vision adjusts to the dim light. it makes every silhouette of the trees, every breeze of a branch appear more mysterious.
every step on the soft and damp earth feels purposeful, amplified by the surrounding silence. the deeper he ventures, the more disoriented he feels. the trees feel like their closing in, wait? has he seen that log before?
that’s when he hears it, a louder, heavier rustling of leaves, branches snapping under what sounds to be a prominent weight unlike any of the forest creatures he had encountered during his journey.
the hair on the back of his neck stands sharply as he whips his head towards the sound- not fast enough when he hears it again on the other side of him. he’s being surrounded, circled.
the forest seems to breath with him as he takes faster, heavier breaths, fighting the fear he feels inside the vast, dark woods, filled with whispers.
seemingly in a flash he feels a hand reach his back- his reflexes allowing him to turn towards to figure before he’s tackled, his back hitting the ground his a thud, closing his eyes quickly as he winces in pain.
the feeling of the hand on his back and the weight of the creatures legs beginning to straddle him make it clear he hasn’t been attacked by an animal, certainly not.
upon opening his eyes, he is met with a sight he hadn’t fully prepared for. you. illuminated only by beams of starlight that struggle to penetrate the dense canopy of trees surrounding you.
he can see you though, the glow of your red eyes captivate him, he knows he has the right person. you look down on him, hair drapes along your figure, looking up at you now, he feels as through the previous descriptions of your sightings don’t even do your intense beauty justice.
your mouth is agape, breathing almost animalistic, before you move your face down into his neck, taking a long, drawn out breath. when you move back to look at him his breath hitches, a smile evident on your face.
“your not from here, are you?” the smile on your face makes him feel uneasy, unable to move even if he tried due to your intense grip on him, he can’t speak.
instead you nod, taking his silence as an answer, thankfully. “cute costume.. what are you? some sort of hero?” the mocking in your voice agitates him.
he groans as he attempts to move- you only increase the grip you have on him in return. “oh come on hero- your really trying to run away so quickly? the fun part hasn’t even begun”
the vice you have on his waist with your legs only tightens, digging your knees into the ground to capture him properly. this isn’t the way this was supposed to go- you had him trapped before he even laid eyes on you.
helpless- a feeling dynamite does not enjoy, but with every struggle against your grip it becomes clear you aren’t letting him go anytime soon.
a pit in his stomach begins to grow- you won’t kill him, it doesn’t seem to be your style but he can’t help the fear- and the desire that pools inside.
it was foolish of him to wander into unknown territory- he knows that now as he watchesyou take in the scent of him- his eyes go wide when he feels your breath on his neck once again.
a giggle escapes your lips, thighs tightening around his waist, an increased pressure building in his pants, he feels pathetic.
rushing to force something out of mouth he attempts to speak to you- “w-wait!”- it comes out a little more breathy than he’d like.
“huh- so you do talk.” you don’t appear to be taking him seriously- instead aiming to mock- make fun of his resist.
“w-what are you?” it seems like the right question to ask- even if he can’t turn you in, maybe he could get more information to give to the commission. even if the story is ultimately too embarrassing to bear. “oh? me? are you sure your in any sort of position to be asking questions right now?”
he lowers in his head in response “you have put me in a good mood.. it’s a little difficult to explain-” he doesn’t fully understand what you mean, opting to stay quiet and allow you to continue “you might not believe me, but i guess you don’t need too- i’m a vampire.”
his mouth forms an o in shock- and confusion? his brows furrow slightly, unable to determine if your being serious or not “w-what?- like in the stories?”
“hmm yes i suppose so-” you don’t seem to be paying any mind to his confusion- instead moving your fingers delicacy along his chest.
“so w-what you just, feed on people?” he watched the movements of your fingers- as they rise and fall with every breath he takes-
“i have too” you seem amused by his questioning- he wonders if you’ve ever had to explain yourself before, you look down at his face now, noticing his red dusted cheeks “however it appears that you don’t seem to mind huh hero?”
he feels uneasy, the tone of your mockery going straight to his stomach, his pants tightening “you wanna give me your name hero?”
“d-dynamite-” you shake your head at that, clearing unimpressed by his answer “what about your real name?”
he takes a second to think about his answer- not finding any positive reasons to lie he continues “bakugo- katsuki bakugo.”
you analyse him for a second- trying to work out if he’s feeling the truth, you take his flushed expression as honestly “katsuki huh- that’s pretty cute- and there’s so much of you too-”
you move your attention away from his face, moving your hands around his frame, a hand coming up to grip his throat “how do you feel about letting me you drain you?”
his breath hitches- his stomach begins to flutter at the thought- his hips rutting up slightly as he imagines it “you wanna let me suck your blood? hm?”
his answer is immediate- it comes of desperate, worried if he takes too long to reply you’d leave him here- alone “o-okay- fuck.”
he feels your breath on his neck again, this time even closer, your nose inches away from his nape as you bury your face into him.
with a vice-like grip the feeling of your fangs  immobilises him, the sharp cold bite pierces the soft flesh of his skin and a flood of warmth spills into your mouth- “taste even better than i’d imagined-“
it comes out deep and gritty- matched with the groan that leaves his throat, you both seem to be enjoying this- “s-shit”
unable to control himself- his hips beginning rutting up against your own- the bulge in his pants feeling to heavy to ignore, moaning at the feeling of you against his neck, getting impossibly more hard when he attempts to move his hands but is stopped by your grip.
totally under your control- unlike anything he’s ever experienced before, the feeling begins to pool in his stomach even quicker- embarrassingly quickly.
sooner than he’d like- he’s bucking up with an increasing fast pace, you don’t make any move to help him- instead entirely focused on the blood seeping from his neck.
in a sudden move he’s cumming- dampening the inside of his suit with his seed as he continues to rut upwards- unable to contain his moans of pleasure.
this seems to grab your attention- moving your head away from his neck and lifting your hips slightly- he whines at the loss of pressure “oh? this is new.”
you take a moment to look at him- taking in his fucked out expression due to both his premature orgasm and his loss of blood “god aren’t you pathetic? the feeling of me sucking your blood made you cum hero?”
degradation- this is new to him, infact everything going on right is new to him, he’s not used to this feeling of submission, it makes his cock stir. “oh. f-fuck”
you think for a second- contemplating your options before you completely remove yourself from him, ignoring his plea “yknow- blood isn’t the only way a vampire can steal human essence.”
manoeuvring yourself beside him you delicately place your hands around the belt of his suit- teasing him. his eyes blow wide as you tug on his pants, taking his ruined boxers with them. he groans at the sudden feeling of the air against his cock.
gaping at him, you run your fingers up his dick- it’s long and thick, covered in cum from the ruins of his previous orgasm, you take some on your fingers and lick it off- all while maintaining intense eye contact- “i think this will do just fine- you wanna cum for me again hero?”
he can’t help the way his eyes roll back when you hum against your fingers- sucking them clean of his cum “y-yeah” the same feeling of patheticness washing over him “fuck y-you!”
a low chuckle comes from your lips-“hm i don’t think you mean that- look at you! made a mess all over yourself-” the sentence itself makes his cock twitch-
wrapping a hand around his dick- squeezing it slightly before before you begin to move your hand up and down- listening to his groans.
“o-oh fuck” his words come out disgruntled- his cock painfully hard as you work your fingers up and down it.
“what’s that katsuki? you wanna cum?” yes- yes god his head falls back at your words, mouth agape as he’s unable to control the sounds leaving his throat- doing nothing to stop you ruining him. “y-yeah!”
“how badly?” he groans in response- unable to deal with your relentless teasing- wishing nothing more than to cum again.
you stop your movements in an instant- he whines at the lack of stimulation “cmon answer the question katsuki? how badly do you wanna cum for me?”
it comes out in whines as he speaks- “s-so bad- ah!” his hips buck up into you as you begin to move your hand again- attempting to match your pace.
unable to control himself any longer due to the sensation your movements- and your words are giving him- he cums again- this time shooting ropes all over the pair of you-
you move quickly in order to catch it all, licking up his chest to catch the parts that landed there, you continue the movements of your mouth until it reaches the base of this cock- now red and twitching.
“coming all this way to deal with me too.. i’m starting to think that maybe you came looking for this” he shakes his head in refusal-
instead you begin to take long- slow licks from the base of his cock to the tip- teasing him relentlessly “you think you can give me another?”
tears breach his eyes when you take his tip into your mouth, tongue swirling around it- “n-no! can’t ! it’s too much!”
you remove yourself from him in an instant- tears now rolling down his face as he whines “are you sure?”
he’s too far gone already- completely immersed in your movements- embarrassment bubbling in his throat “no- no stop! touch me!”
you smile- a wicked one, you know you’ve got him. “i knew it- gonna cum again for me?” you dip back down- latching your mouth onto his cock yet again, hands move to grip his waist to stop him fucking your face.
“gonna cum like some touchstarved bitch for me huh?” you stop your attack on his dick only momentarily to speak before lunging down again- this time taking him fully.
it doesn’t take long to have him cumming again- thick ropes down your throat as both of your eyes roll back in pleasure- “thaats it- good job..” you allow the remaining seconds of his orgasm to rush though him- by the time he’s conscious enough to open his eyes your already stood up, fixing yourself.
“this was fun dynamite-” you take a look at him from the ground below him- dominating him as he pouts up at you-
“however, if you come around here looking for me again.. i can’t promise that you’ll be so lucky a second time round.”
he’s upset- upset that your moving away from him so quickly, upset that you seem to be leaving him“w-what? what do you mean?”
almost- you almost take pity on him, his fucked out face and the dust of red on his cheeks- he looks cute like this. that’s the problem. “was already hard enough for me to hold back this time”
you begin to walk away from him- ignoring how he seems to grasp himself up- fixing himself in the process“well- have a good one katsuki-” your voice comes out even more mysterious than before-
“s-stop! where are you going??” there’s longing in his eyes- already missing the effect your touch has on him- but by the time he gets up to catch you- your gone.
he whips around in circles- hoping- maybe to find a trace of where you went, failing miserably.
leaving him alone- in that same dark forest he first ventured to find you- he feels a sense of emptiness, alone with a pang of drowsiness that seems to hit him all that once. reaching his hand up to take a feel at the pain in his neck- he graces over the marks you left. cold, wet blood lacing his fingers before his vision goes black.
Mind empty, just bakugou send us a voice message of him moaning, whimpering, and grunting while he was getting rode by us, and we tease him and him getting flustered
That’s so hot 🫣🤭
His moans and whimpering would be so cute tbh
And him sending a whole voice message?? I feel like he wouldn’t know you could save it and you’ll play it randomly to tease him and make him red, calling him a whore jokingly until he begs you to call it again since he’s now hard (what a whore)
Bakugo doesn’t know if he started this horrible ritual or he just went along with helping his pet. But he knows this now, he’s always loved his wolf.
The wolf he adopted, only licks his head as the knot throbs deep inside him, he slowly pets his best friend.
No…
His mate.
“I started it... didn't I? Couldn't say no to those eyes... those eager breeding attempts...”
Bakugo looks at the wolf above him, the one with the cock spurting cum deep inside him. He pets the wolf snout as he smiles weakly.
His small cock twitches as he remembers that fateful day with a mix of shame and desire. The first day of sexual activity, the first time he touched his pet.
He saw the wolfs cock throbbing against the floor. It was so big and painfully beautiful as it dripped precum on the floor of his bedroom. He had to taste it, he couldn’t deny his feelings.
“Should've known... that day... when I crawled to you...”
His tongue eagerly touched his wolfs cock and it was over, the pet and owner bond turned into something more…
He made the ritual unknowingly, the moment he goes home. He lets the wolf breed him till night.
He made sure he finishes his homework at school, he trained before going home, then he simply lays down and bares his hole to the wolf to use everyday.
Everyday till the weekend, he lets the wolf breed him till he passes out. Waking up with a swollen stomach full of cum, he loves it.
thots on kitty!bakugou getting his nipples played with for the first time? feels so good it scares him, i bet. good enough to break down his sense of pride to beg for you to get your wrap? hehe
Warnings: Pegging, HEAVY nipple play, anal play, mention of collar, katsuki swears in like every sentence, nickname "kitty", hints of sadistic reader, pain/pleasure play ig.
A/N: I kinda changed it up just a tad anon im sorry lol. but i loved this idea so much i had to turn it into a fic. damn another fic that is not a kinktober one, ughhh
Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.
So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.
You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.
"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.
"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.
"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"
He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."
He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.
Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.
"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence.
You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"
His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."
You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"
"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.
"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.
Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him.
"Never mind. I'm going to bed."
You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.
Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.
The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.
You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.
Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."
His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"
You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"
"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.
You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"
He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.
He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."
You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?
"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."
Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.
But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."
He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.
Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.
You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.
“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”
He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.
Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).
He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.
His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"
You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.
Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.
Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"
You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.
But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.
You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.
Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.
Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."
You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."
"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.
You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."
He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"
You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."
He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.
You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.
His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.
But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"
He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"
"Touch yourself."
He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.
You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."
Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.
He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"
You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."
He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.
You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.
"m gonna cum."
"Are you asking for permission?"
He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."
You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."
He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.
The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"
"Go ahead, kitty."
His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.
His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.
Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.
His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.
When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.
You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.
"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.
"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."
You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.
He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.
Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"
He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.
" fuuuck off~--" bakugou hissed when you slipped your lubed fingers inside his hole, his cock lay flat on his stomach, hot and leaking precum making his eyes roll into the back of his head,
your mouth grew into a mischievous smirk, and you
wriggled further into his hole as his walls greedily clamped onto your
fingers in response. the blonde let out loud and somewhat aggressive moans as you went further into his hole, hitting that sweet spot, making the blonde's eyes open wide.
" fuck-! hngh~! " he gripped the sheets of the bed, trying his best not to moan out your name or beg you to stop, wanting to keep his dominance intact. you quickened your pace, pulling your fingers out only to shove them back into bakugou's hole making him do those iconic ahegao faces.
your other hand traveled his inner thighs to his hardened nipples, the blonde gazed at you with angry lust-filled eyes,
" w-what're you doin'- ngh fuck! " you cut his words short, your fingers did a circular motion, toying with the young lad. tears left the blonde's eyes as he bit his lips to cherry. his right hand left the bedsheets as he tried to touch his cock, but you quickly swatted his hands away and met his lazy half-lidded lust-filled eyes, you could tell that he wanted to cum so badly but you wanted to play with him a little more.
" if you wanna cum, then you have to do it from your hole, brat. " the pet name sent shivers down his spine, as his eyes snapped shut.
“Master, I please let me come!” Bakugo whimpers, covered with sweat from you jerking him off.
“aww, calling me Master now?” You teased him. You’re hand jerking him faster than before. Her other hand holding a leash that in connected to Bakugo’s collar on his neck.
“oh shut up!” Bakugo try to sound aggressive, but fails miserably.
You stopped jerking him as a punishment “ excuse me?”
“no! Don’t stop! I need you! Please.” Bakugo begs, wanting to keep you to keep because he was about to release.
“fine just because you said please.” You continued what she was doing.
“thank you, Master.” bakugo mumbles, feeling relieved that she started again.
