I don’t even really fuck with step-sibling ships but step-brother Bakugou with a raging hard on because he saw a pair of your pretty pink panties in the laundry and he blames it on you. Doesn’t matter how tight he fists his cock, or the depraved images of you he conjures in his mind he just can’t get himself to cum or get it to go down. So he knocks on your bedroom door, begging you to let him fuck you— even if it’s just the tip so he can get rid of it before his friends come round (or maybe he has a date!!). But when he feels how tight, warm and wet you are he can’t help but cant his hips until he’s buried inside you.
okay but what if we talked about the stepdad! thoughts…
katsuki knows that he shouldn’t touch you, that you’re off limits, that it’s taboo, but how could he keep his hands to himself when you look like that? it’s all he could do to not slip his cock out and into your cute pussy when you come and sit right in his lap, practicing restraint he’s never had to before.
his guilt can be tamed when all you do about it is dry hump each other, getting off through your clothes, leaving him a little wet stain on his bulge and leaving you a bit weak in the knees.
the problem is, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to leave you alone after this.
Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, step-dad!Bakugou, “just the tip”, dry humping.
Bakugou glanced down between your bodies to see the darkened patch against his grey sweats, a sign of just how needy and desperate you are for him. His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he felt your hand grab for his crotch again, palming his growing bulge as he swiftly captured your wrist in a large palm.
He knew it was wrong, if anyone found out about his relationship with his pretty step-daughter this could be career damaging. But you made it difficult to think straight when you’d walk around in one of his old shirts and a pair of pretty panties, sitting on his lap to watch a movie when he was home from work. Deliberately showering with the door open and he was certain you didn’t even have a bedroom door for the amount you’d leave it open.
You were testing every single inch of his resolve right now, he was executing such levels of restraint he should be named a saint. But this was surely better than some spotty boy your age touching you, tainting you. They didn’t deserve you, the douchebags you’d bring home would never be good enough for his little girl. You deserved someone to treat you like the princess that you are, someone that’ll make you feel good.
“Daddy,” Shit, there you went again saying it like that. His cock throbbing in response as you bit down on your bottom lip, staring up at him through pretty lashes as you wrapped your legs around his hips. Your thick thighs caging him in as you pulled him closer, his hand dropping your wrist in favour of clutching the counter on either side of your hips. You clenched your thighs to make sure he couldn’t move away, even if he had wanted to. More and more of his resolve was slowly beginning to crumble as you placed gentle kisses against his jaw, his rough stubble tickling you as you left lines of pink shiny gloss in your wake.
“Please, daddy.” You knew exactly what you were doing, you little mix. You had the same sultry voice you used every time you wanted something from him, and he always gave it to you— whatever it was, “Just the tip.”
“Shit,” Bakugou sucked in a breath as his pelvis bucked into you erratically, unable to control his hips as you felt his bulge press against your wet heat, “We both know that’s not true, my greedy girl.”
“No please, I promise.” You continued, the desperate whine in your voice had his cock throbbing as he imagined how tight, wet and slick your pretty pussy would feel, “Wanna cum so bad.”
“Oh, Daddy’ll make you cum, princess.” Bakugou cooed, rutting his hips against your crotch as you gasped in response. Arms weaving around his broad shoulders for leverage as you began a sloppy pace, selfishly seeking your own pleasure as you focused your movements against your puffy clit.
“Look at these,” Bakugou growled, his finger slipping between the tiny piece of fabric against your crotch, “Fuckin’ filthy.”
You mewled at his words, Bakugou’s thumbs slipping into the hem of his sweats just enough to free his swollen cock as you instantly reached for it.
“Uh-uh. What did I say?” He clicked his tongue as you gave him a childish pout that broke into a gasp as he slapped the heavy weight of it against your slit, “Ya never listen.”
Bakugou slipped his thick cock between the crotch of your panties, pressing his length between your messy folds as he began a languid pace, rubbing the length of his cock through your slick as you met his movements. Rolling your hips to give your clit the stimulation it craved as your nails dug into his broad shoulders.
“Daddy’ll make ya cum, but you gotta promise to be good, okay?”
“Okay,” You parroted, nodding before he’d even finished talking.
Bakugou continued rutting his hips against you, pulling more pretty noises from between your lips as he pressed sloppy kisses against your neck. But of course this wasn’t enough for you, you were too fucking greedy as he felt your hand sneak between your bodies and press against his leaking head, pushing it lower as it caught against your tight hole. Already feeling the tight stretch of you as he hovered on the edge of resolve, one tiny rut of his hips and he’d be sheathed inside you. A fantasy he’d spent many nights fisting his cock to as he imagined what it would be like to bury himself deep inside your pretty little pussy.
But you weren’t going to give him the choice, your thighs tugging him closer as you felt him begin to stretch you out as he pulled back to watch his cock disappear inside you.
Imagine getting placed on academic probation so you’re sent home from college early, and because of it you’re kicked off campus. So it results in you moving back home with your step-dad Bakugou, but instead of being allowed to spend your time lazing around he makes you come to work with him each day to make sure you’re staying out of trouble and he gets you to do the most mundane tasks in his office as some sort of sick punishment.
But Bakugou gets sick of you flirting with his sidekicks, and doing anything you can to get under his skin. Deliberately messing up his paperwork to get a rise out of him, catching him off guard by inviting Pro-Hero Deku into his office for coffee first thing in the morning (“I’m glad you agreed to this, Kacchan! I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for weeks. I thought we could talk about the collboration—”) that had him trapped in his office for the next four hours.
“I’m sorry, daddy. It’s just so hard.” You’d whine at him with a pout, trying to give him back the paperwork he gave you to sort after he finally managed to get rid of Deku from his agency. Bakugou knew you were lying, you’d always been a smart girl, but you were doing this on purpose. Trying to do every job badly just to get a rise from him.
You’ve always been such a brat, and he knows you do it on purpose. The final straw is him stomping into his office to find you almost on the lap of Red Riot, Kirishima’s face almost as red as his long mane of hair as he rushes to stand up, unable to hide the prominent bulge in his pants as he stammers out excuses.
And it’s too late for you, as your step-dad kicks the aging Pro out of his office and shuts the door, telling his secretary that he won’t be taking any more calls or meetings this afternoon as he moves towards where you’re perched on the edge of his desk, your skirt riding up your thighs. Bakugou’s going to make you regret being an absolute hindrance to his work over the past two weeks, his large palm curls around the back of your neck as he moves you to face the desk, pressing your chest down against it as he hovers above you.
“I hope you know how to fuckin’ count.” Bakugou snarls, “Or is that too difficult for you too, sweetheart?”
you make step uncle eiji promise, under any and every circumstance, that he’ll never put his cock fully inside you. at most, it’s just the tip, but he still has to pull out when it’s time for him to cum.
one day, he just doesn’t listen. keeps pushing himself inside you, no matter how hard you cry or how deep your nails scratch into your back. once he’s halfway inside (let’s be real, you’ll never be able to take the full thing) he finally stops and coos at you, pressing kisses all over your face and apologising. he slipped, honest! - 🗿
Just imagine him after though when he’s pulling out and cooing apologies, telling you that he’s sorry but it really wasn’t his fault— you just felt so good.
But then he sees his thick cum leaking out of you, dribbling down towards your ass and he can’t help it. His spent cock is throbbing as it reignites his desire, his thumbs moving to part your folds to get a better look at your slightly stretched hole. Watching as more of his cum continues to seep from you as he moves to push some of it back inside.
It’s not his fault, he tells himself as he lines himself back up with your cunt, his cum coating his tip as he pushes forward- wanting to bury it back inside you.
“Uncle Kiri, you promised.” You pout, your lower lip jutted out as he leans down to capture it between his teeth, tugging at it, “Daddy will be mad.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He coos, “But Bakugou will understand.” He won’t. “Just let me make you feel good, yeah?”
I’m so sorry I don’t have time to proofread this one I’m getting so behind😭
Summary: Kirishima has always had a crush on you, but never even thought of making a move on you because you were Bakugou’s step-daughter, but with the help of some liquid courage he decides to kiss you goodnight.
Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.
Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, dubcon (just to be safe), age gap (Kiri is 40+ reader is mid-20s), Pervy Kirishima, somnophilia, intoxication, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.
Word Count: 4.4k.
It had to be the liquor talking, the moment that Denki had started handing out shots of whisky to the room is the moment he felt his self-constraint begin to waver. Trying to focus on the party bustling downstairs but his mind continued to cycle back to you, wondering exactly what you were doing upstairs while the loud roar of laughter sounded from Bakugou’s living room.
The problem Kirishima had was that no one could ever compare to you. There was just something about you that made it difficult for him to think of another person, completely captivating him and ruining his chances of having a relationship with anyone else. Finding himself coming up with more excuses to hang out at Bakugou’s house just so he could catch some glimpses of you, so glad that even in your twenties you’d decided to continue living at home with your parents.
Those pretty smiles that would stretch across your face whenever you saw him, wrapping your arms around your neck as you stood on tip-toes to hug his hulking frame. A blatant indication of the size difference between you both, and a thought that had a rush of blood flooding straight to his cock. The number of times he’d stroked himself raw to the thought of you was ridiculous, unable to satiate that ache between his thighs whenever he thought about you.
Excusing himself from the party as he motioned that he was going to the bathroom, the room spinning as he stood upright. Trying to ignore the throb in his cranium as he made his way up the stairs towards your room.
He knew it was wrong, the guilt that surrounded him each time he came into his fist at the thought of you solidified it. You were almost half his age and his best friend's step-daughter. But the intoxicated buzz that surrounded him gave him the liquid courage he needed to sneak upstairs as the party continued throughout the house. A drunken haze clouding his mind and severing his willpower as he ambled down the hallway towards your bedroom, a large palm pressing against the frame as he pressed his ear to the hardwood. Trying to listen to any signs that you might still be awake, his cock stirring in his pants as he slowly turned the doorknob, cursing under his breath as his large feet knocked into the door. Ruby red eyes widening as he tried to come up with an excuse as to why he was there if he’d woken you up.
“Just came to tuck you in, Princess. Missed you at the party, you know.”
You were always so pleased to see him, pretty wide eyes smiling up at him as you wrapped your arms around him in a bear hug. Barely able to stretch around the wide birth of his shoulders as you’d stand on tip-toes, giving Kirishima the opportunity to pick you up into his arms and hold you against his body. He was convinced there wasn’t a single part of you that wasn’t perfectly soft, every inch of your curves moulding straight into his touch.
Stepping into your bedroom and closing the door, he was immediately struck by the scent of you. Captivating his senses and making a low groan vibrating deep in his chest, his eyes setting their sights on you.
You looked so pretty like this, laid out on your bed fast asleep. An oversized shirt drowning your body as the fabric rode up your thighs, stopping at the curve of your ass as Kirishima took a step closer. The sight pulling him in as the moonlight slipping into the bedroom confirmed the colour of your panties.
Red.
Was this fate? Everything about you just seemed perfect, the loud rumble of the party downstairs pushed to the back of his mind as he tentatively reached out to you. Bold, calloused fingers dragging along the inside of your thighs. Alcohol aiding and hindering his movements at the same time as he pressed against you harder than he would’ve liked, watching your skin dip against his touch as his hands travelled higher. Your head turned to the side against the plush pillow as your cherry lips curled into a pretty pout. Risking waking you as he pushed the pad of his thumb against the crotch of your panties.
“Shit,” Kirishima murmured under his breath as he felt the dampness of the fabric, circling his thumb to try and emphasise it. Feeling it saturating the material as he continued to aimlessly stroke along your clothed folds, his hips rutting against the air as his cock ached in his jeans. So desperate to be freed from this torture and touched, his eyes rolling as his free hand came down to palm himself.
Wondering how far he could push it before you woke up, fingers trailing higher as they danced across the hem of your panties, lifting your shirt higher up your chest to expose more of your naked skin. Stopping just as he reached the underside of your breasts, his light touch stroking the underside as he felt his throat go dry. Swallowing thickly as he chanced squeezing, his large palm dwarfing your breast as he felt your nipples begin to pebble from his touch. Raising the shirt higher so your round tits tumbled out of the fabric, exposing them to his prying eyes.
Fuck it, you were beautiful. He was immediately jealous of Bakugou being able to see you whenever he pleased, living under the same roof must have made it so easy. Stolen glances as he caught you leaving the bathroom in nothing but a towel, walking past your room as you were changing. His heart thumped with jealousy as he imagined every filthy scenario.
“So fucking perfect, sweetheart.” He murmured as he moved to the bed, the mattress dipping under his sheer weight as he pushed a muscular thigh over one of yours. Keeping your legs spread as he hovered over you.
Warm lips wrapping around one of your pebbled nipples as he took it into his mouth, tongue swirling around your darkened areola as he thrust his cock against your thigh, rolling his hips to give himself some stimulation as his other hand palmed your neglected breast. Tweaking your hardened nub between thumb and forefinger as he tugged it from your body, letting it bounce back into place.
A gasp left your lips as Kirishima instinctively moved to press a large palm against your lips, the sheer size covering half your face as he towered over you. Your wide eyes looking up at him in fear as you screamed, the sound muffled by his hand as he shushed you. Trying to calm you down from the fear you’d felt when you’d woken up.
The sight of Kirishima above you seemed to quell your fear in an instant, the sound quick to morph into silence as you stare up at him with those doe-like eyes. It’s something that should make him feel guilty, remorseful. But instead, it ignites a fire inside him, the warmth spreading throughout his veins and flowing directly to his cock.
“I’m gonna move my hand now, sweetheart. Gotta keep quiet for me, yeah? Can you do that for me?” Kirishima asks, his hand unwavering.
The obedient nod you give him almost has him creaming his pants, you were so compliant. He slowly removes his hand from your mouth as he reveals your pretty lips to his gaze again, so tempting. His body trying to pull him down to you, to capture them in a fiery kiss.
“Whatcha doin’, Kiri?” You shifted beneath him on the bed, deliberately dragging your mound against his thick thigh. Lips parting in a silent gasp at the sensation as you began to rock yourself against him, “Were you lookin’ for the bathroom?”
God, you had no fucking idea what you did to him, did you? That sweet, innocent look on your face is almost enough to make him cum untouched. Unable to resist leaning down to stroke his calloused palm against your cheek.
“I was looking for you actually, sweetheart.” The smell of beer and liquor was strong on his breath as he lowered his face to yours, his thumb dragging down on your bottom lip as he pulled your mouth open. Dipping the digit inside as he pressed against the pad of your tongue, groaning in surprise as you close your lips around it. Hollowing your cheeks as you began to suck it tentatively, tongue rolling around his thumb as he jerked his hips against you for some sweet relief, “Fuck.”
He pulled his thumb from your lips with a ‘pop’, running it along your chin as he left a wet line of your spit. Unable to hold back any longer as he crashed his lips to yours, the action clumsy from his intoxicated state as teeth clashed and noses bumped. Large palms gripping and massaging any part of your soft body he could reach as he held you to him, rutting his cock against your clothed core as he imagined how it would feel burying himself inside your pretty cunt.
“Daddy’s not gonna be happy, uncle Eij-“ You mumbled, images of your step-dad flashing through your mind.
“I know, baby girl. I know.” Kirishima soothed, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “But this will be our little secret, yeah?”
Feeling his fingers clawing at your panties, making you gasp in surprise as the fabric was ripped from your body. Unbreakable hands grazing your skin and leaving darkened lines in their wake. An indication of just how desperate the man was for you, how long he had waited.
“Shit. ‘m sorry, baby.” He slurred as he broke the kiss, eyes squinting to try and make out the jagged lines he’d left on your hips from his rough actions, the sight only making his cock throb even more, “Fuckin’ hell.”
Kirishima’s eyes rolled at the sight of your bare cunt exposed to his prying eyes, silvery slick glistening in the low light of your bedroom as he took in the sight for the first time. Hands slipping between your thighs to part your folds, thumbs on either side as he slowly began to pull you apart. Revealing your puffy clit as he settled himself on his forearms clumsily, his face in between your thighs as he committed this sight to memory.
Even if this was the only night, the one time it would somehow be enough. Even if you cried to your daddy the next morning about what mean, old uncle Kiri did to you, it would’ve somehow been worth it. Alcohol implicating his rationale as warm breath fanned against your slit. This was wrong, so wrong. But it wasn’t his fault, not when you looked so pretty for him.
“Kiri-“ You cooed, and it was as though something inside him snapped as he plunged head first into your core. Attacking your poor little cunt like a man starved as he salved his tongue along your slit, crudely slurping at your slick as he nudged your clit with his nose. Slurping up your slick as your fingers instinctively moved to his messy red hair, curling your fingers through the spikes as you held him tight. Nails dragging along his scalp as you attempted to close your thighs, the messy stubble on his jaw tickling your skin as your entire body shuddered. The sensation was too overwhelming, too intense as Kirishima continued to feast on your core. Lewd, wet noises filling your bedroom and taking over the bustle from downstairs as he dipped the tip of his tongue into your tight entrance, groaning as he felt just how tight you were as he sent pleasurable vibrations through your body. The hands kept your lips spread moving under your thighs, opening you up to him as he moved higher, swiping the pad of his tongue against your sensitive clit before capturing the pearl between his lips.
“Fuck, Kiri- s’too much.” You rambled, a familiar sensation brewing in your core as your step-dad’s best friend continued to assault your cunt.
“So good, sweetheart. So perfect for me.” Kirishima rambled against your cunt as he continued to slurp at it messily. A mixture of your slick and his spit trailing down his chin as he worked you towards your climax, slipping his index finger between your thighs to prod at your tight hole.
“Oh my god,” You repeated like a dull mantra, focused on the way one of his thick digits slipped inside your tight walls, stretching you out around it. If this is what one of his fingers felt like you dread to think how his cock would feel splitting you in two.
“Kiri- I’m gonna cum.” You mumbled, fingers tightening in his red locks as you neared your release.
“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Kirishima smirked against your slick, “You even know how to do that, princess?”
“Ah- yes,” You hissed, rocking your hips as you tried desperately to get him to touch your clit again. Teetering on the edge of your bliss, his finger curled as he continued to drag it against the spongy spot inside you.
“You do?” He pressed, wanting to know exactly what you did. Were you letting those spotty guys from college put their filthy hands all over you? What would your step-dad think about that? Or were you getting yourself off with those tiny little fingers? Wondering if you’d ever really climaxed before, “You letting those nerdy college boys put their hands all over you?”
“N-no,” You gasped out, writhing beneath him.
“You sure? I don’t think Bakugou would be happy to know his daughter is such a slut-“
“‘m not, promise-“ You gasped, hips arching off the bed as you followed his movements inside you, desperately trying to find your release.
“Then what is it, huh?” Kirishima pressed, “You play with your pretty little pussy?”
“Yea,” You whined, biting down onto your lower lip to stop yourself from crying out. It was almost beginning to hurt, you were so close and the desire to climax had taken a hold of your entire being.
“Yeah?” Kirishima slurred, “This feel better than your fingers?”
You nodded your head against your pillow, the calloused pad of Kirishima’s finger pressed harder against your inner walls, blunt nails dragging along your depths as he watched you beneath him. So vulnerable, so innocent.
"What do you think about when you touch yourself, huh?” He genuinely wanted to know, curious to whether you ever thought about him.
“I-” The question caught you completely off guard, unsure how to answer as you felt the pleasure continue to flow through your veins.
“You ever think about me?” He pressed, the alcohol in his system allowing him to ask the questions he probably wouldn’t have dared to sober.
“Y-yeah,” You gasped, your toes curling as he seemed pleased with your answer.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” Kirishima delved back between your thighs, lips pressed harshly against your clit as he sucked hard. His tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as you began to thrash beneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ You chanted incessantly as you came undone, white spots blanketing your vision as you felt the coil inside you snap. Toes curling as your thighs clenched around Kirishima’s head, your hands clawing at his hair as you tried to pull him away from your overstimulated sex. The sensation was overwhelming as he continued to taste you throughout your climax, feeling your tight walls clench around his finger as he imagined how you would feel clenching around his cock. Slipping his finger out of your cunt as he ran his tongue down to your entrance, dipping inside you to taste the sweet nectar that was spilling out of your leaky cunt.
“You’re so fucking pretty, you know that?” Kirishima groaned as he pulled away from your wet heat, “Gonna be the fucking death of me.”
Your chest heaving as your thighs shook from the intense climax, panting as Kirishima sat up from between your legs. Smirking down at you as he licked his lips, moving to wipe your slick from his chin with the back of his hand.
You were so perfect for him, so compliant as he finally moved his hands down to his jeans, unbuttoning tight denim as he pulled the material down enough to free his aching cock. The weight was too heavy to stay upright as the fat meat of it dropped down towards his thigh. Thick globs of pre trickling down his length as you felt your cunt clench at the sight of him. He was huge.
You inquisitively reached over to touch him, fingertips stroking through his pre as you brushed against the pinkish tip. Attempting to wrap around his girth but your hand looked so small against him, a guttural groan leaving Kirishima’s lips as his hips jerked forward sloppily.
Instantly reaching out to grab your wrist as he pulled you away from his cock, looking up at him nervously like you’d done something wrong as he moved his hand to wrap around the base of his cock. Pressing against the trimmed black hairs against his abdomen as he moved to stroke himself through your slick folds.
“Another time, baby. I won’t fucking last if you do that now.” He groaned, feeling the tip catch against your tight entrance as he moved his other hand to your hip. Angling your body as he slowly began to plunge into your depths.
You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you the moment Kirishima bullied his way inside your tight cunt, your walls squeezing around him as you tried to ignore the pain. Giving short, shallow thrusts as he clumsily tried to push more of himself inside you.
“It hurts, Kirishima.” You pouted, feeling tears beginning to clump in your thick lashes as your hand moved to press against his pelvis, “Can’t-“
“Shh,” Kirishima hushed you gently, his thumb slipping between your bodies to rub soothing circles around your clit, rolling his hips as he watched his cock slowly begin to disappear inside your smaller body, “Be a good girl and play with your tits for me.”
He clutched your wrist as he pushed your hands up to your breasts, red eyes focused intently on you as you began to pinch and tug at your pebbled nipples, trying to distract yourself from the pain as he delved impossibly deeper inside your quivering core.
“See, not so bad is it?” Kirishima cooed, voice still slurred from the alcohol as he messily bumped your clit, “Taking me so so well.”
You pouted as your walls clenched at the praise, choking out a moan as he was unable to resist giving a sharp rut of his hips as he buried the final few inches inside your slick heat. Your eyes rolling at the sensation of being completely full, every inch of his cock pressed tightly against your walls, bulging veins dragging along the spongy spot inside you as he began to move.
Kirishima’s eyes focused on the way your lips parted for him, pulling his length from your depths before plunging back in again. Repeating the motion as he set a sloppy pace, dropping down onto his forearms above you as he was unable to keep himself up. The pleasure was dizzying as he felt lightheaded, your cunt sucking him in with each forward motion.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted, “Even better than I imagined.”
Your hands moved to wrap around his back, nails leaving angry red lines in their wake as Kirishima continued to drive inside you with vigour. Inhibitions beguiled as he sought his release, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long after spending the entire evening drinking and thinking about doing exactly this.
Each slow, sharp thrust he gave to your tight little cunt had you seeing stars. Your chest arched off the bed as you clung to his hulking form for some semblance of reality. Thankful for the loud party downstairs for drowning out your cries of pleasure, feeling his thick tip brushing your cervix with each forward plunge into your heat.
“So good, baby.” Kirishima rambled, “You got no idea how long I’ve been thinkin’ about this.”
Your cunt clenched at his words, feeling so wanted, desired by the fact the beefy, seasoned Pro had been thinking about you like this. His name tumbling from your lips as you felt your body succumb to another orgasm, walls fluttering around his cock as you tried to milk him of his release. So desperate to see him come undone for you, to bring such a powerful man down to his knees.
“Oh, Jesus.” Kirishima grunted at the sensation of you cumming around his cock, sweat beading against his brow as he pressed his forehead to yours, “So, fucking, tight.”
His climax swiftly approaching as you continued to convulse beneath him, urging him to follow you into his bliss. Leaning up to press your lips against his as he began to buck into you, “Gonna fuckin’ cum.”
Kirishima moved to lift himself off of you, moving his palms to either side of your head as he tried to pull out. Thinking about spilling his seed all over your tits but you kept a steady grip on him. Your thighs tightening around his hips as you whined, nails digging into his back as you cling to him.
“Sweetheart, I gotta pull out-“ Kirishima’s voice slurred, making a feeble attempt to pull his twitching cock from your depths, “You gotta stop that-“
He gave a gentle smack to the side of your thigh to try and get you to loosen your grip on his hips. You knew he was strong enough to pull away from you, to hold you down as he unsheathed himself from your velvety walls but he didn’t. Because you knew, you knew he wanted to fill you with his cum just as much as you wanted to feel it buried deep inside you.
“Please, Kiri- cum inside me.” You cooed, your inner walls clenching around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm, “Want it.”
“Holy shit,” Kirishima grunted as his hips stuttered, your words the catalyst for his bliss as he felt himself succumb to his climax. Hips rutting against the backs of your thighs bruisingly as he came undone. Hot spurts of his cum painting your insides white as he continued rolling his hips, fucking the mess he’d made deeper inside you as he rode out his bliss. So much of it that it dribbled down his tight balls, creating creamy lines of your combined release against his messy bush as he slowed to a stop.
Not even thinking about the implications as he slowly pulled out from your quivering walls, ruby eyes watching as his release began to trickle out of your abused cunt. Stretched and fucked into the shape of him as the creamy mixture trickled down your slit towards your asshole. His fingers were quick to catch it as he pushed it back inside you, cherishing the sinful whine you made at his touch against your sore body.
The next morning Kirishima woke to a severe pounding in his head, bringing a large palm up to cover his eyes as his best friend opened the curtains in his living room. His cheek pressed against the plush couch pillows as he groaned from the bright light.
The house was still in mild disarray from the party the night before, crushed beer cans sitting on the coffee table in front of him as he shifted positions, moving onto his back as he blinked blurrily at the cream ceiling. Tired, sore muscles in his body aching from the uncomfortable position he’d kept himself in when he passed out on the couch. Almost worse than the pounding in his head, but not quite.
Blanching when he noticed you stood to the side of the couch looking down at him inquisitively in the tiniest pair of pyjamas he had ever seen, barely enough fabric to cover your curves as you leaned down to hand him a glass of water.
“Daddy said you’d need this,” Your palm opened up to reveal two white tablets that he eagerly took. Trying desperately not to stare at your cleavage as you bent down in front of him. His morning wood stirring beneath the blanket that had been thrown on top of him as he recalled the events of last night.
If it even happened? It had to have been a dream, even though it felt so vivid. There was no way you’d be so calm in his presence if he had really snuck into your room last night, a bright innocent smile on your face.
“Did you have a good time last night, uncle Eiji?” Your voice sounded so bright and airy and the words were enough to have him choking on the cool glass of water as he tried to swallow the pills.
Now Kirishima was unsure whether you were talking about the rambunctious party last night or when he had snuck into your room, already feeling his cock stirring at the thought. Maybe it wasn’t a dream—
“Y-yeah, it was fun.”
“Are we gonna tell daddy what happened?” You tilted your head to the side and Kirishima choked on his water, throat burning as he hunched over in front of you.
“Told you it was our little secret.” Kirishima rasped, eyes watering as he tried to fight another cough rising in his throat.
Pool Party | Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x Reader
Here I am with another thirst post that got out of hand. One day I will exercise self-control but today is not that day. Thank you to Anon for sending this request in:
Pairing: stepdad!Bakugou Katsuki x uncle!Kirishima Eijirou x f!Reader
Warnings: 18+, pseudo incest, big age gap (reader in her 20s, Bakugou + Kirishima mid 40s), cheating, panty sniffing, alcohol consumption, dub-con (due to intoxication), coercion, blowjobs, thigh riding, unprotected sex, creampie.
Word Count: 3.3k.
You had to have known what you were doing when you stepped into the garden in those tiny pieces of fabric that shouldn’t be allowed to be called a swimsuit. The bikini clinging to your curves as both men finished their conversations. They focus entirely on you as you place a towel down on one of the sun loungers. Giving them both a smile as you came towards them, there was something alluring about having two seasoned Pro-Heroes in your back garden barely clothed so you had to make the most of it. Especially with the bright smile Kirishima gave you as you came closer, your eyes roaming the expanse of his body. Mapping out every gash and scar that marred his bare skin, leaning your body against the back of Bakugou’s chair as you leaned over him, your breasts brushing the back of his head as his buzzed locks tickled your skin.
“I think there’s some juice in the fridge.” Bakugou sat back in his chair as the rays hit his tanned frame. A light sheen of sweat glistening against him and amplifying every ridge of muscle on his Adonis-like frame.
“I don’t want juice,” You noticed your step-dad and your uncle both drinking, “I want a beer.”
“I’m not sure you can handle it, sweetheart.” Kirishima smirked, taking a swig of his own drink.
“She can’t.” Bakugou scoffed, “Waste of a beer.”
“Yes, I can.” You furrowed your brows at the way your step-dad treated you like a child. It was no secret that you had a crush on your self-proclaimed “uncle". Your step-dad’s best friend that seemed to show up at the house more regularly since your mother was away.
“Remember the last time I said you could handle something and you couldn’t?” Bakugou shot you a look that had your face flushed in embarrassment. Remembering the way you’d almost stamped your foot when you told him you could take his cock. The sensation of him almost splitting you in two when he fucked your tight little cunt completely overwhelming as you felt your thighs rub together at the thought.
“That’s different,” You pouted, “I can handle this.”
“Yeah? You think so?” Kirishima picked out a cold beer bottle from the cooler, the muscles on his large forearm clenching slightly as he twisted the bottle cap off, holding it out to you. Your fingertips brushing against his as you took the cold drink from him, his eyes focused on you as you raised it to your lips. Determined to show them both that you could, trying to ignore the urge to scrunch your nose in displeasure at the bitter taste as you took another large gulp from the glass bottle.
“Looks like I was wrong, sweets.” Kirishima smiled, his fingers holding onto the bottom of the bottle as he tipped it when you were drinking, trying to get you to drink more as he watched the liquid slowly start to disappear, “You can handle your drink like a big girl.”
Your heart quivered at his praise, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face as you tipped the bottle back to empty its contents, a small trickle slipping down the side of your chin. Kirishima’s thumb reaches out to swipe it away.
“You want another one?”
One beer turned into four and it was clear that the heat had made the effects of the alcohol take over far quicker. Brushing your ass against Kirishima’s crotch in the pool as you pretended not to notice the hardness pressing against you through the thin material. Your hands pulling at his arms to try and get him to lift you up onto his shoulders. Squealing in surprise as he raised you up and out of the water, your thighs tightening around his thick neck.
Kirishima groaned at the sensation, feeling the heat radiating from between your thighs against the back of his head as your legs wrapped around him. Hands delving into his messy red locks as you tried to remain upright. His thoughts immediately gravitating towards how you would look with his face buried between your thighs, how your thighs would feel wrapped around his head as he laps at your cute pussy. Thinking about how you’d taste, inhaling deeply to try and smell you, wanting to feel how tight you were around his fingers. Already thinking about how you’d look split apart on his cock.
Your relationship with Bakugou was no secret, his best friend had been open about it but Kirishima couldn’t help but feel jealous. Wanting to know exactly how you’d look when he’s pounding into you. Your inhibitions obviously lowered from inebriation as he reached up to tug at the thin strings of your bikini top, throwing himself backwards as you both submerged in the cool water.
“Oops,” Kirishima grins, shamelessly ogling the sight of your bare breasts. The flimsy fabric hanging off you as you move your hands to grab the straps. Trying in vain to tie the strings back together, your hands shaky due to the alcohol that your uncle had plied you with throughout the day. The warm beating sun shone down on you and amplified the effects as Kirishima reached for you with large palms, “Come here, silly girl.”
He pulls you out of the pool with ease, sitting you on the side as he hoists himself up with strong arms. Directing you towards Bakugou, dropping down onto one of the chairs as he pulled you into him.
You straddled one of his thick, firm thighs. Your hands trying to hide your round breasts from his prying eyes but he was quick to pull your hands away, “Not acting shy around me all of a sudden are you, sweetheart?”
“More like actin’ like a whore.” Bakugou sat back in one of the chairs beside you, bringing a beer bottle to his lips as vermilion eyes roamed your exposed skin. “Don’t even care that the neighbours might see, do ya?”
“Is that it, baby?” Kirishima coos, “You want everyone to see?”
You bit your lip, shaking your head. Suddenly aware that you were so exposed, your eyes glancing to the fence that partitioned your house from your neighbours. It was still quite a distance away so surely they wouldn’t be able to see, and yet the idea alone had a throb surging straight to your cunt from the thrill of potentially being caught.
“No? You sure about that, sweetheart?”
The worst thing was, you didn’t even realise just how perfect you were. Bakugou’s cock stirred in his swim shorts at the sight of you, your cherry lips curled into a pouty whine as Kirishima continued to tug and tweak your pebbled nipples.
“Is this what you’re showing all the guys?” Kirishima smirks at you, feeling the weight of one of your breasts in his large palm. So big he practically dwarfs your chest, “Letting them play with your pretty tits?”
“No,” You murmur, feeling your back arch into his touch as his grin widens at your response, obviously pleased with your answer.
“No?” He moves both hands to the curve of your ass, the thin fabric of your swim shorts already slipping between your round ass cheeks, “They just for us?”
You look towards Bakugou who’s sitting silently beside you, sipping at his beer as he watches the scene in front of him, nodding your head as Kirishima leans forward to take one of your taut nipples into his mouth.
“Good girl.” His voice vibrates around it, the action causing you to grind yourself against Kirishima’s thigh. Trying to give your body some much-needed relief.
“Don’t believe a word she says, Kiri.” Bakugou rasps, the dull scrape of his chair against the concrete patio catches your ears as he moves closer. A palm coming down hard against your ass, “She’s been actin’ like such a bitch in heat today. Bet this is exactly how you act around those shitty boys you bring home, hah?”
“No, I don’t-“ You scrunch your nose at the insinuation, feeling the prickle against your skin as Bakugou repeats the motion, “I wouldn’t.”
“See, Bakugou. She wouldn’t.” Kirishima pulls back from your nipple with a pop, mischievous eyes catching your gaze as he begins to bounce his knee. Deliberately pressing his thigh against your clothed heat, your slick saturating your bikini bottoms and dampening his thigh. The sensation makes him groan as he glances down at the glistening lines you’re leaving against the expanse of his thigh.
“Don’t act so fuckin’ innocent.” Bakugou’s hands moved to pull you off Kirishima’s thigh as he placed you on his lap, “Why don’t you show Uncle Kiri how much of a slut you really are.”
Your back pressed against Bakugou’s sweaty chest as his chair faced Kirishima’s, feeling his hard cock pressing against your slit through the thin layers of swimwear. You gasped as you involuntarily ground yourself against him, desperate to stimulate your neglected clit.
“Gonna make your old man ask again?” Bakugou goaded as he pushed you towards Kirishima. The scent of beer thick in the air as you readjusted your body, brushing against the tent in his shorts as your hands splay on Kirishima’s thick thighs.
“You’re not a slut, are you?” Kirishima cooed, his large palm reaching out to cup your cheek. His thumb dragging your bottom lip downwards as you opened your mouth eagerly, trying to suck the digit inside, “You’re my good girl, ain’t that right?”
“Mmm,” You nodded your head in agreement as your tongue began to swirl around Kirishima’s thumb, feeling him hook it against the soft inside of your cheek as his other hand moved to the hem of his board shorts. Raising his hips to tug the baggy fabric down, his fat cock so heavy that it didn’t spring free. Instead the thick meat rested against his muscular thigh. The sight alone made your body tremble, grinding yourself against Bakugou’s crotch to try and emulate how it would feel inside your velvety walls.
“Yeah right, she’s a good girl and I’m Deku’s number one fan.” Bakugou scoffed, pressing a palm onto your back to fold your body, bringing your face to hover directly above Kirishima’s cock. His pre leaking from the bulging tip and drooling against his thigh, leaving shiny slick against his skin. Spit beginning to dribble from your open lips and down your chin at the sight as you tried to slip your tongue from your lips to taste him.
“What’re you talkin’ about bro, you love De-oh shit.” Kirishima let out the deepest groan as he felt your tongue swipe against his slit, eagerly tasting his salty essence as he slipped his thumb from your mouth. Moving his hand to the back of your head as you continued to give short, kitten licks to his tip.
“Yeah fuckin’ right.” Bakugou scoffed, smirking at the way Kirishima’s voice broke at the feeling of you. His hands moved down to massage the swell of your ass as you angled your body to wrap a small hand around the base of Kirishima’s cock, feeling the heavy weight of it as you held it up. Barely able to circle his girth before tentatively taking him inside your mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so lucky you have this at home whenever you want, man.” Kirishima groaned, focused on the way you were slowly swallowing his cock.
“It’s fucking hard when she walks around in next to nothin’ all the fuckin’ time.” Bakugou gave a hard snack to your ass, the motion making you lurch forward as you took more of Kirishima’s length inside your mouth. Feeling his thick tip hit the back of your throat as you gagged around him. He was big, probably bigger than Bakugou as you struggled to wrap your lips around his girth, your jaw aching from the stretch as more spit ran down his length and gathered around your hand at the base.
“Holy fuck-“ Kirishima groaned, throwing his head back as he pressed you down on his cock. Trying to recreate the sensation of him buried so deep in your throat.
“You could always stay over, man. Her ma ain’t due back until Monday.” The men exchanged knowing looks as you continued to slurp around Kirishima’s cock. The lewd sounds filled their senses as you rolled your tongue around his tip, tracing the veins that scattered along his length, making him seem even bigger, leaving thick cherry lipstick rings around his cock. Like a child mapping their growth against a wall over the years, your lips sinking further and further down his length.
“Fuck.” Bakugou watched the way you ground yourself against his crotch while you eagerly bobbed your head on Kirishima’s cock. Feeling the heat radiating through the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms as he moved two slender fingers between your bodies to press against your slit. Your slick dripping against the material and making it wet to touch, Bakugou immediately navigated towards your clit as he pressed against it through your bottoms. Your body writhed as he gave a warning smack to the side of your thigh, the sensation making you moan around Kirishima’s cock. Pleasurable vibrations coursing through his length as he bucked his hips against you, your other hand coming down to cup his meaty balls as Kirishima grunted, rolling his hips into your touch.
“Stay still.” Bakugou rasped, his fingers moving towards the ties on either side of your barely there bikini bottoms as the fabric went slack against your frame, groaning when he saw the strings of your slick sticking to the material. Bunching the fabric up in a palm before throwing it at Kirishima, the bottoms hitting his chest as he raised them to his nose. Inhaling the sweet scent of your cunt as his eyes rolled, feeling himself throb between your pretty lips.
“You were right, man. She’s such a good fucking cocksucker.” Kirishima moaned, his tongue slipping out to lap at the fabric as he tasted your slick against it, “How are you not balls deep in her all damn day?”
“I told ya.” You could hear Bakugou rustling behind you as he pulled his shorts down enough to free his aching cock. The meat of it slapping against your naked ass as he wrapped a fist around his girth, giving himself a teasing pump before rubbing the leaking tip against one of your cheeks. Leaving glistening lines of his pre against your skin before slipping his length between your thighs, “Problem is she can’t keep fuckin’ quiet.”
You keened as you felt Bakugou drag his cock between your folds, parting them for him as his length nestled comfortably between them. The bulging tip catching against your sensitive clit as you ground yourself against him. Rolling your hips to try and get his cock to slip inside you, desperate to feel him stretching you out again.
“So fuckin’ needy.” Bakugou groaned, slipping his cock back until the head pressed against your tightness, grunting as he began to push himself inside you. The stretch was more intense from the lack of preparation but you didn’t want him to stop. Pleasure overtaking the pain as you tried to push him deeper inside you, his eyes focused on where your bodies were connected as he slowly split you apart on his cock.
“You belong to us, right?” Kirishima cooed down at you as tears began to clump in your lashes.
“Yeah, she does.” Bakugou answered for you, grunting when he buried himself inside you to the hilt. Pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size as the hairs at the base of his cock tickled your ass, “Not letting those spotty pricks put their hands on you, are ya?”
You tried to mumble out a ‘no’ but it was muffled by Kirishima’s cock, Bakugou’s fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he began to bounce you on his lap, the position had his cock dragging against your ridged walls with each motion, pressing against the spongy spot inside you he knew would have you seeing stars.
“She knows she won’t find anyone else that’ll fuck her this good- fuck,” Bakugou captivated by the way your ass bounced against his lap, hovering his hand over it to feel the way it shook with each movement.
“Right? You’re all ours.” Kirishima moaned, his grip against the back of your head tightening, “Shit, ‘m gonna fucking cum.”
Kirishima caught his lower lip between his teeth as he thrust up into your eager mouth, making you gag around him as he began to shoot warm spurts of cum inside your eager mouth. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you tried to breathe through your nose, moving your hand from the base of his cock as your palms splayed on his thick thighs. Holding yourself up as a mixture of spit and cum began to dribble from the sides of your mouth and down your chin.
“So fucking good.” Kirishima groaned, pulling his thick cock from your mouth as a silvery line of cum and spit connected his wet length with your mouth. Breaking off against your skin as his hand wrapped around your neck to feel you swallow his release, “Such a pretty girl.”
“Come on, Princess.” Bakugou adjusted you to sit upright, your back resting against his muscular chest as he slipped his hands under your thighs, causing you to squeal as he raised them up towards your chest. Giving Kirishima the perfect view of you split open on Bakugou’s cock as your tits bounced with each rough thrust, “You gonna cum on daddy’s cock?”
“Fuck,” You cried out, watching as Kirishima dropped from his chair onto his knees between your legs. Eagerly leaning forward to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, “E-Eijirou.”
“You like that?” Bakugou pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against the apex of your neck as he watched Kirishima slurp at the creamy slick along your slit.
“Yeah,” You whined, your hand moving to the back of his head as your nails dragged against his scalp, feeling your inner walls begin to clench around him as you felt your release building up inside you.
“Yeah?” Feeling Bakugou’s lips curl into a smirk against your skin as Kirishima’s ruby eyes glanced up at you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you teetered on the edge of your bliss, “Then cum.”
You gasped as the coil inside you broke, your climax surging through in harsh waves. Your legs quivering from the intense sensation as you managed to cry out a jumbled mixture of their names.
Each word emphasised with a rough thrust of his hips, burying himself inside you to the hilt every time as he followed you into euphoria, painting your inner walls white with his release as he came inside you with a grunt. Your body trying to wriggle away from Kirishima’s mouth, his tongue still relentless against your overstimulated clit as he furiously worked you towards another climax. The pleasure already heightened from your previous climax, your toes curling as your body convulsed. Another tidal wave crashed over you as you came, writhing against both men as you continued to clench around Bakugou’s cock.
“You’re so pretty when you cum, you know that?” Kirishima cooed, pressing gentle kisses against your inner thighs as your chest heaved from the intense pleasure you’d just endured.
“She really is.” Bakugou pressed a kiss to your cheek as your head lulled back on his shoulder, eyelids fluttering as your body ached. Fatigue washed over you as calloused hands began to massage your sore body.
“You sleepy, baby?” Kirishima murmured, sitting back on his feet to look into your eyes, “Wanna go to bed?”
You nodded feebly against Bakugou’s neck as you began to nuzzle against him, whining when Bakugou raised you up to pull his cock from your throbbing heat. Feeling fingers prodding your abused entrance as they pushed the cum that was leaking out of you back inside your tight heat.
“Looks like Uncle Kiri’s got the whole weekend to look after you, yeah?”
This is a thirst post that got out of hand, thank you for the ask, Anon!💕
Pairing: stepdad!Bakugou x f!Reader
Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, big age gap (reader in her 20s, Bakugou mid 40s) cheating, male masturbation, slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, implied!first time, creampie.
Word Count: 4.2k.
Bakugou couldn’t deny what he was doing was wrong, he was an intelligent man. But there was just something so alluring about you that made it so difficult for him to stop. The nights he lay in bed now plagued with thoughts of you as his thick cock stirred between his strong thighs. Often causing him to get up in the small hours of the morning just to relieve himself, sometimes passing by your room in the hopes you’d gone to sleep in a compromising position again.
He loved hearing you complain about the house being too hot, making you go to sleep in the skimpiest pyjama sets known to man, so much skin on display there was really no point in even wearing anything. Bakugou stared at you with glee when he realised his plan had worked, leaving the thermostat at an uncomfortable temperature and telling you that he promised he’d fix it, just for you.
Your body sprawled out invitingly for him on the bed, kicking the covers off yourself during the night as you lay on your side. One of your thick thighs over the other as your shorts pulled up between your round cheeks, wishing he could run the heavy length of his cock between them. His vermilion eyes moving towards the swell of your breast, barely concealed beneath the matching pyjama shirt. Groaning as he palmed himself through his shorts, the underside of your tits more defined in this position. Your darkened areolas peeking out beneath the top invitingly, making him want to reach out and tug the fabric up.
Fuck, you were perfect. His shorts already pulled down just enough to free his aching cock, wrapping a large palm around himself as he gave a teasing pump. Circling his wrist as he reached his leaking tip to catch some of his pre and glide it along his length for lubrication. Jerking himself off at the sight of you, your pouty lips parted in quiet slumber as he imagined the plush head of his cock slipping between them. Making tears stream down those pretty cheeks as he fucked your face with his cock. Feeling his tip hit the back of your throat with each forward motion as he began to speed up his pace around his cock. It shouldn’t be allowed for one person to be this fucking hot, taking a chance to move his deft fingers towards your shirt as he tugged it. Pulling it up around your breasts as he watched them spill out, the sight causing his hips to stutter as he cursed under his breath. Your pretty nipples looked so soft and little. Wanting to reach out to pinch and tug at them to watch them harden against his touch. A choked moan leaving his lips as he cupped the palm of his hand around his tip, moving his fist frantically as he came with a grunt into his palm. Slipping from your room with his pants still around his thighs as he made his way towards the bathroom to clean himself up, climbing back into bed with his wife.
Satisfied for now.
You had to know what you were doing, there was only so long you could put on this innocent act for him. Acting like you were coy and naive but Bakugou knew you were anything but. Starting to wear more revealing clothes around the house, walking past him towards your bedroom clad in only a towel after your showers, leaving your dirty panties on the side for him when he stepped inside the bathroom and having it smell like you.
He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. His wife was suspicious that his sex drive had mysteriously decreased but he played it down to arduous work as a Pro-Hero. It was difficult trying to maintain the number two spot and there were mornings he would come home tired and aching. Dropping himself onto the couch with a grunt as his wife tried to get his dirty self off the material and into a shower as she readied herself to leave for work.
He wasn’t even trying to hide it now, whenever he’d barge into your room when you were home and his wife was at work. Openly ogling you as he sat with his thighs spread invitingly, still dressed in his hero costume as you made your way past him to the kitchen. The round curve of your ass was blatantly visible underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing as his cock throbbed impatiently, wishing he could come up behind you and bend you over the counters.
“Gonna make a coffee for your old man?” Bakugou shouted to you from his position on the couch, smirking when you turned to look at him with those pouty lips of yours.
He didn’t get a response but a large mug of coffee was placed in front of his parted thighs on the coffee table obediently, giving him a chance to openly stare at your exposed skin.
Bakugou was no fool, he knew it was wrong. He was well over twice your age and had many more years of experience. The boys that had probably touched you before definitely didn’t know what they were doing, tumbling hands squeezing and tugging your body uncomfortably as they humped themselves against you. The thought alone had Bakugou seething, those fuckers didn’t deserve to touch what was his. Beginning to wonder if you’d ever really been with a man before or if you got yourself off. Thoughts instantly moving to how your cute little fingers would look stuffed inside your tight cunt. Whether you were even able to curl them properly to catch against the spots you needed to touch to get yourself off. Maybe you just toyed with your clit, spinning quick circles against it as your hole was left empty and available. A space that he would be more than willing to fill.
Leaning forward with a groan of his aching limbs Bakugou raised the mug of coffee to his lips. Chugging the warm liquid as it soothed his throat, the fact that you’d made it for him made it taste that much better. You were always such a good girl for him. Giving himself a few more minutes before he rose to his feet, intent on taking a shower and getting rid of the day's dirt and grime from his body.
Starting the shower as he began to disrobe. Letting the heavy utility belts clank to the floor as he pulled it pants down his muscular thighs, his underwear pooling around his ankles as his semi-hard cock hung between his legs. A messy mixture of blonde and light silver hair scattered against his scarred body, leading down towards the V dip that he still had even at his age. He was certainly rounder now, his stomach more pronounced but he was nowhere near out of shape. The parts of him that used to be pure muscle were now softer as he stepped inside the steamy shower. Still plagued with thoughts of you as he wrapped a soapy hand around his cock.
You’d be the death of him.
You heard the shower begin to run as you pulled the oversized shirt you’d worn to bed up and over your head, leaving you clad in the tiny set of lingerie you’d bought especially. A deep shade of green that matched his hero costume perfectly, catching your reflection in the mirror as you made sure all the straps of it were positioned in the right way, twirling to look at how it looked from behind.
You knew Bakugou always passed by your room before he went to sleep, and with your mother out at work this would be the perfect opportunity to do this. Leaving your bedroom door wide open as you heard the shower turn off from across the hall. Waiting expectantly as the click of the door sounded to indicate Bakugou was leaving the steamy room, turning around so you were facing your headboard as you spread your thighs, moving onto all fours as you heard a choked gasp sound from your bedroom door. Smirking as you turned around innocently, holding your phone in your hands as you pretended to be taking photos of yourself.
“Everything okay, daddy? Did you get lost again?” You smirked at the deep red blush across his cheeks, wide eyes staring at your exposed skin shamelessly as he stood in nothing but a towel. Already seeing the thick meat of his cock beneath beginning to harden, “Your room is down the hall, remember?”
Bakugou’s eyes were focused on the way the small string of fabric clung to your lower lips, disappearing between the curve of your ass as he felt his hips stutter. All it would take would be one finger beneath the fabric to move it to the side, he could probably tear the material off you completely with one harsh tug. But it seemed such a shame to damage it when it was the exact shade of his hero costume.
You had to know what you were doing.
“You doin’ that on purpose, hah?”
“No, daddy. I would never.” You spoke so innocently but your actions were anything but, sitting up and turning around so he got the perfect view of your breasts. Smiling at the way your step-dad’s eyes glazed over, mouth agape as he continued to blatantly ogle you. “If you keep getting lost on the way to your bedroom maybe you should start sleeping with me instead.”
You definitely hadn’t expected his answer.
“Gonna let me sleep in your bed?” You found yourself nodding n. agreement, although you suddenly felt shy. Trying to keep up the bold act as he took a daring step forward, you hadn’t expected him to bite.
“Yeah? Gonna look after your old man.” You gasped when he came towards you, standing at the foot of your bed so you could get a better look at his exposed skin. Still damp from his shower as your eyes mapped out every ridge and scar across his body.
“You gonna sleep with me, daddy?” Bakugou groaned at the implication, you were pure sin.
“Is that what you want?” He asked huskily, your head nodding before he’d even finished the sentence.
Bakugou groaned when he reached out to squeeze one of your breasts through the sheer fabric of your bra, thumbing the fabric as he watched your nipples harden beneath it. Your back arching into his touch as the straps fell off your shoulders, shuffling your knees to come closer to the edge of the bed towards him. Fingers tugging at his towel. He let it drop to the floor shamelessly as you gasped at the sight of his thick, fat cock. He smirked at your reaction, already feeling himself regaining control in the situation after being completely blindsided by you.
“This the biggest one you’ve seen?” Bakugou laughed as you nodded your head, instantly reaching your hand out to wrap around it but he couldn’t let you. With the amount of pent up tension he had in his body because of you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. Instead, grasping your small wrist in his palm as he moved it away. A look of hurt flashing in your features as he shook his head, moving both his large palms to your thighs to pull them out from beneath you, laying you back flat on your bed.
“Gonna let daddy taste this pretty pussy?” He hummed, gliding the back of his knuckles along your covered folds as you rolled your hips into his touch, trying to get him to touch you where you needed it most as he felt just how wet your panties were already.
“Please-” You gasped as Bakugou’s palms grabbed your waist, raising you up and moving you towards your headboard as though you weighed nothing. A sheer indication of his strength as your mattress dipped from his weight as he settled between your thighs.
Fingertips tugging the thin hem of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs, noticing the silvery strings of your slick catching against the fabric and splitting off to stick to your inner thighs. Bakugou’s breath catching in his throat as his eyes met the sight of your naked cunt for the first time. Your folds glistening invitingly as your wetness glistened in the early morning light. Unable to resist running his calloused thumb through them as he split you apart, pressing against your clit before continuing lower. The tip of his thumb pressing against your entrance as he felt just how tight you were. Barely able to fit the expanse of his thumb inside you as he began to circle it, smirking at the way you tried to suck him in.
“Daddy, don’t tease. I can take it-“ You whined, rolling your hips to try and get him inside you.
“You can take it, can you?” Bakugou rasped, smirking at the whine that left your lips when he moved his thumb away from your folds, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, “‘m not sure you can, little girl.”
Leaning down onto his chest as he curved his large palms around your thighs, spreading you open for him as he blew cold air against your bare cunt. Watching the way your body responded to him as he stared up at you. Half lidded eyes gazing back down at him as your chest heaved in anticipation. Unable to wait any longer as his resolve crumbled, sliding the flat of his tongue along your folds as he gave your cunt a languid lick. Your hips arched off the bed erratically at the sensation, hands immediately weaving into his messy blond hair as you let out a shrill cry. The thin stubble along his jaw scratching against your soft skin roughly, creating a delicious friction that had you begging for more.
Fuck, you were so responsive. He repeated the motion to try and pull more of those sweet sounds from your lips, your nails grazing his scalp as he began to feast on your pretty cunt. Swirling his tongue around your puffy clit before travelling lower, dipping the tip inside your tight entrance.
“Daddy, fuck-“ You whined, your thighs tightening on either side of his head as you tried to keep him pressed against your cunt, “Feels so good-“
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Bakugou groaned, sliding a single finger inside your tight entrance as he began to slurp at your clit. Your inner walls clenched around him immediately, sending a surge of desire directly to his cock. If you felt this tight around one of his fingers, imagine how tight you’d feel around his cock.
You tasted even better than he could’ve ever imagined, the sweetest ambrosia that he would have made deals with the devil to sample.
“Want more, daddy. Please-” You pleaded with him, wanting to feel the force of him stretching you out.
“Sure you can take it, pretty girl?” He smirked against your clit, sucking it between his lips as watched your mouth open in pleasure.
“Yes, please-” You keened as he obliged, pushing a second finger inside your tightness and groaning as he felt the way your body tried to tighten around him.
“You need to relax, Princess. Too damn tight-“ He rasped, scissoring his fingers to try and prepare you for his cock. Wet, lewd squelches filling your room as you writhe beneath him.
His fingers curved towards the spongy spot inside you that you’d never been able to reach with your own. Navigating towards it like he knew exactly how to make you come undone. Something that probably came with years of experience, nothing like the boys you’d been with before who would jab into your tight walls frantically as they tried to speed past the intimate act of foreplay.
“Fuck, daddy. ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped at how fast your climax had washed over you, unused to the sensation as you let out a loud cry. Your toes curling as your thighs squeezed either side of his head, his lips still wrapped around your clit as he worked you through your climax, pulling more of those pretty sounds from your lips.
“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned, moving back from your slit as your juices dribbled from the side of his lips, glistening against his chin as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of your quivering walls as he cherished the sensation.
Licking his lips as he wiped the back of his hand along his chin, offering his slick coated fingers to you as you eagerly sucked them into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around them as you taste yourself on his skin.
Bakugou moving up from between your thighs as he let the fat meat of his cock flop down on your abdomen, the mushroomed head oozing pre as it dribbled against your skin near your belly button. The suggestion that he would be that deep inside you when he fucked you made your abdomen swirl, your empty cunt clenching at the thought.
Tugging the sheer cups of your bra down to let your round breasts spill out. Palming the soft skin as he watched how responsive you were to him. Tweaking your soft nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they pebbled beneath his touch, pulling more sinful sounds from your lips.
His hands moving to your thighs as he began to grind the length of his cock along your sloppy folds, the veins of his cock catching against your puffy clit as he rolled his hips. Watching the way your tits bounced as he ruts himself against you.
“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He rasped, imagining how much prettier you’d look covered in his cum. Wondering if you’d let him take a photograph after so he’d have something to stroke his cock to at night when he lay in bed with your mother.
“I want you inside me, daddy.”
“Shit,” He groaned when your fingers began to press down on the tip of his cock, trying to catch it against your tight entrance as you angled your hips to get him inside, “I can’t without- Got any condoms in there?”
Bakugou leaned over towards your bedside table, tugging it open as you wrapped your thighs around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back to try and keep him positioned on top of you.
“I’m on the pill, mum said it would be better for college.”
Bakugou felt his cock throb at your words before his nose scrunched in annoyance. The simple idea of any college boys putting their inexperienced hands on you, using you for their perverted gain had him seething. You deserved to be treated better than that, to be looked after. There was nothing you could get from those inexperienced boys that he couldn’t give you. You needed a real man, a man that had the experience, the care and that wouldn’t leave you after a quick fuck.
“Yeah? Been letting those spotty college boys fuck this tight little pussy, have you?” Bakugou snarled, but it was more to find out how far you’d actually gone with anyone before.
“N-no, they’ve wanted to. But I’ve never let them do this-”
Bakugou’s nostrils flared in relief as he felt a pride swell inside him, you’d never let anyone do this but you were letting him. Good. You were his, he’d treat you properly. He’d make sure you enjoyed this.
“Want daddy to make you feel good?” He groaned when he pushed the fat head of his cock against your tight entrance.
“Please, I want it.” You whined when you felt Bakugou ease his hips forward. A dull ache forming between your thighs as he began to split you open on his cock.
“Jesus christ.” He groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him as he slipped inside inch by inch, trying his best not to rut his hips forward and bury himself inside you to the hilt with one thrust, “So fuckin’ tight.”
“It hurts, daddy.” You pouted, Bakugou’s thumb navigating towards your clit in an instant as he began to press sloppy circles against it. Your eyes were glossy as you tried to fight back tears, your lower lip trembling as Bakugou pressed a rough kiss to the side of your knee.
“I know, sweetheart. I know. Gonna make you feel so good soon though.” Bakugou watched the way his cock disappeared inside your tiny walls. Pressing the palm of his hand against your mound to feel the way he was stretching you out.
“You’re so big—“ Your words were innocent, matter-of-fact but you had no idea what they did to him. His hips jerking messily as he buried the final inches inside your tightness, his tip kissing your cervix as the messy hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit.
“Those college boys ever make you feel this good, hah?” Bakugou grunted, certain he already knew the answer from the way you were clinging to him, eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his wrists as they held your legs apart, “They even make you cum?”
“N-oh,” You gasped as his cock brushed against a certain spot inside you, igniting a sensation you’d never felt before. Bakugou was pleased with the answer, knowing that he would be the only man to make you cum. You were his, and he refused to let anyone else have you.
“Bet that shitty fuckin’ boyfriend of yours wouldn’t even know how to make you cum, would he sweetheart?” Bakugou’s hips snapped against your thighs bruisingly, keeping a frantic pace. His body still aching from his strenuous night shift but he was determined to make you feel good.
He wouldn’t last long, your eager walls clenching around him so perfectly as he split you apart on his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good, your smaller hands reaching up to wrap around his broad shoulders. Eagerly trying to pull his lips down to yours, meeting in a sloppy kiss as he continued to fuck himself into you.
“Fuck, daddy. Gonna cum-“ You gasped, he’s just so deep inside you. His thick cock catching against every single ridge inside you, pressing against that spot inside you that would have you seeing stars. Your breasts bounced harshly with each roll of his hips, crying out for him as he continued to pound himself against your bruised cervix.
“Do it, sweetheart. Cum for daddy.” He groaned at the way your walls began to flutter around him, crying out as you came undone. Your body quivering as he fucked you through your release, your thighs shaking as he tried to hold on to his climax for longer. Wanting this moment to last as long as possible, but it was difficult with the way you were squeezing his cock. Eagerly trying to milk him of his release as he continued to listen to the sweet sounds he pulled from your lips.
“Shit, ‘m gonna cum.” Bakugou moved to slip out of you, more than content with cumming all over your perfect body but your thighs locked him in. Keeping him buried inside you as his hips faltered, his grip on the back of your thighs bruising as he began to feel the bliss of his orgasm surging through him.
“F-uck, you naughty girl-“ He grunted as he came, spilling thick, white ropes of his cum inside your willing walls. Still convulsing around him as you tried to milk him of his release, his balls lightening as he gave you all he had. Emptying himself inside your tight heat.
Bakugou kept himself sheathed inside you for a moment longer, cherishing the sensation of your tight cunt clenching around him in the after tremors of your climax.
Slowly slipping out of you to see the thick creamy ring of your release coating the base of his cock and his balls, looking towards your stretched cunt to see his pearly cum beginning to seep out of your convulsing walls. Unable to resist pressing a finger against you to push it back inside, blunt nails grazing against your inner walls. Your hands reached for his wrist as you tugged it away from your cunt, pulling it up to your lips as you cleaned the mixture of yours and his release off the digits.
The action causing Bakugou to groan as his spent cock began to throb painfully, already thinking about pushing himself back inside your silky walls.
“You look tired, are you gonna sleep in here with me, daddy?” Tugging on his wrist in an attempt to get him to lay down beside you. His large frame completely covering your own as he pulled your back against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as he wrapped his muscular arms around you.
“You better wake your old man up before your ma gets home,” He murmured, basking in the scent of radiating from your pillow.
“I will, daddy. Promise.” You wiggled your ass back against his crotch as you got comfortable, the movement causing him to tighten his grip around you to stop you moving.
He’d said it before and he’d say it again, you were going to be the fucking death of him.
uncle kiri volunteering to babysit you, so stepdaddy katsuki and your mum can go on a date, which is just to keep your mum happy and silent. stepdaddy katsuki is a little upset he’ll be missing out on the action, warning kiri not to ruin you too much because he’ll still want a turn later.
the moment that they leave, kiri has you laid on the dining table with your skirt flipped up and his mouth on your pussy. soon enough, he’s fucking you over the side of it, only halting in his thrusts to send explicit pics to your stepdaddy with taunting captions.
what you don’t expect is how much cum he pumps into you. it’s like he hasn’t cum in weeks, thick and heavy while he fucks it into your cervix. when you separate from one another, globs of his cum drip from you. your thighs are covered, your pussy is covered, the dining room seats are covered. it’s like a swimming pool by your feet. - 🗿
Oh my god yes please.
Uncle Kirishima blames it all on you, it’s not his fault he cums buckets whenever he’s around you. You’re just too pretty for your own good.
The way you run to the door to greet him as he steps over the threshold, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Barely able to reach due to his sheer size as your breasts press against his chest, smiling as he leans down to peck you on the lips,
“Did ya miss me, sweetheart?” Kirishima smiles as he runs his massive hands along your thighs, parting them like the Red Sea as he settles between them, “I missed you. S’been too long hasn’t it, pretty girl? Gotta get your daddy to let me come round more often, yeah? Would you like that?”
His words are soft and gentle while his actions are anything but, fingers slipping under your panties as he dips between your folds. Feeling your slick coating his digits as he navigates straight to your clit like it’s second nature, pulling sweet sounds from your lips as he takes his time with you.
The pictures Kirishima sends Bakugou have him sat at dinner with a raging hard on waiting to get home to you, hoping that his wife will hurry off to bed so he can have you all to himself.
