Relief | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader
What started off as a quick 200 word thirst post soon developed into this. I should be writing my Christmas collab fic but here we are.
Please read the warnings and if it’s not for you don’t read it!💕
Summary: Bakugou punishes you for making him go to a stupid party.
Warnings: 18+, omorashi, watersports, exhibitionism, brief alcohol mention.
Word Count: 1823.
“Katsuki, please.” Your entire body felt flush as you tried to lift yourself up from your position on his lap, “I’ll be quick-”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His lips brushed against your ear as he snarled huskily, a trace of beer on his breath as his teeth latched onto your lobe. A strong, possessive arm circling around your middle, “You ain’t going anywhere, Princess.”
The music was thumping in the house as various people mingled around the dimly lit room, the party in full swing as you sat on Bakugou’s lap in one of the plush leather lounge chairs.
“Katsuki,” You whined as you tried to sit up straight, his grip against you tightening as your behind grazed his hardening cock in his jeans, “I’ll be right back-”
“You’re the one that wanted to come to this shitty party,” Bakugou rasped against your ear, “And I’m the one that had to watch you dance around in this pretty little dress for the last half-hour.” He pressed you back on his desire for emphasis, his vermilion eyes had been watching you from his position in the corner as you danced with your girl friends. You’d intentionally been trying to rile him up, and evidently it had worked. Watching the way his knuckles turned white as he clutched his beer bottle, spreading his legs to try and hide the bulge in his pants.
You’d smiled at him from across the room as you were intent on going to the bathroom, a scowl etched against his features that made you detour towards him. Unable to resist his gravitational pull as you flopped down onto his lap, trying to ignore the throb in your bladder as he held you against him. You’d been intentionally teasing him for the last thirty minutes, feeling the success of your actions as you pressed against the bulge in his trousers. Although it seemed like this wasn’t something he intended for you to get away with. Wanting to slip away to the bathroom for a few minutes before returning back to him, but this wasn’t part of Bakugou’s plan at all.
“I’ll be back in a second, baby. I need to pee.” You pouted, pressing a kiss against his pursed lips. Laughing when you noticed the faint hue of lipstick that had rubbed off against his skin as you lifted your fingers up to rub it away, pulling his lower lip down slightly as you shifted against his lap.
“You can’t just give me this and disappear, Princess.” He ground you down against his crotch, watching your eyes flutter shut as you felt him hard against the swell of your ass, “Where are your manners?”
“Hey, man.” You looked up in surprise to see Kirishima beside you, holding out a cold bottle of beer to Bakugou with a grin, “Refill?” Your boyfriend’s fingers wrapped around the bottle as he held it to his lips, chugging the liquid as you watched his Adam’s apple bob in motion.
“Can I get you a drink, babe?” Kirishima offered to you, the thought of another drink now while you were so desperate to relieve yourself made your cunt clench uncomfortably.
“She’s fine.” Bakugou murmured, his lips smirking around the bottle.
“Oh, are you sure?” Kirishima was so sweet, but the thought of another drink right now had you trembling.
“Yeah, thanks Kiri.” You tried to calm yourself down as you watched Kirishima walk away, his own drink wrapped in a fist.
“I’ll come straight back,” Trying to use this moment as a distraction as you placed a palm on Bakugou’s large thigh, pulling yourself up. Whimpering when you felt Bakugou rut his hips against your own, his hard bulge grinding against your ass.
“You didn’t have a problem when you were being a fuckin’ tease a minute ago.” His lips latching onto your pulse point as he continued to grind himself against you. The cold bottle of beer now pressed against your exposed thigh as the hem of your dress rode up, causing a mixture of sensations to mingle inside you.
You held onto the arm of the chair as you tried to get up once more, squeezing your thighs together to try and quell the throb in your bladder, as though this would stop the sensation completely. Not that it helped much if at all, the urge to go to the bathroom accentuated by the pressure he’d placed on your crotch. Instantly regretting the amount of liquid you’d consumed tonight. Bakugou was quick to prevent you getting up from his lap, his grip tightening against you as he pulled you back down to straddle one of his thick, muscular thighs.
“Suki,” You whimpered, an odd sensation between pleasure and irritation throbbing through your lower half. Clenching your body to try and stop the urge to go as Bakugou began to bounce his thigh, pressing against your crotch perfectly as you inadvertently angled your body so he pressed against your clit with each upward motion.
“Look at you, so fuckin’ desperate.” He smirked as he watched the telltale way your body submitted to him.
A strange sensation bubbling inside you as you tried to get the urge to pee to subside, trying to focus on the pleasure the grinding of your cunt against his thigh was creating. Your palm resting on his knee as you focused on the motion, your nails digging into his skin through his jeans. The lace of your panties dragging against the denim as it added to the delicious friction, almost forgetting you were in a room packed full of people as you let out a lustrous moan.
“Shit, you want everyone to see you get off on my thigh? Such a slut.” Bakugou pulled you back against his chest, his forearm now putting more pressure against your lower stomach as he watched you writhe above him, your eyes clenched shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the desire to relieve yourself.
“Katsuki, I really need to pee.” The telltale throb began to pulse against your lower half as you tried to control it, squeezing your legs together but Bakugou’s large palm clamped down on one of your thighs, keeping them parted on top of him as he watched you bite down on your lower lip, “Please-”
“Aw, Princess. You need to go?” He sounded almost sympathetic, but you knew him better than that. The tone was condescending as he sucked on your neck your pleas falling on deaf ears. Your eyes searched the room to see if anyone had noticed the compromising position you were in, “Hold it.”
The command was easier said than done as you felt your lower half throb, Bakugou’s hand moving lower to press just above your bladder, making your cunt tighten as you felt the urge to pee become too much to take, “But you can’t can’t hold it, can you? Gonna piss all over me where everyone can see?”
You couldn’t control yourself, the way Bakugou was pressing against your bladder made it impossible to hold it in any longer, your thighs squeezing either side of his leg as you arched your back against him. Your eyes rolling back as your lips parted in a whine of relief, toes curling in your shoes as you felt a wetness begin to seep from you and dampen your panties, dress and his jeans. Embarrassment instantly surging through you as you tried to scramble off his thigh, but his grip remained tight against you.
“Dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He growled as his lips curved into a sly smirk against your neck as he felt damp warmth spread against his thigh. Feeling your body go limp against him as he continued pressing down against your pelvis hard. Your breath coming out in soft pants as he allowed his vermilion eyes to scan the room, trying to check if anyone had noticed.
“Come on.” You were mortified, thankful for the low lights in the room as Bakugou lifted you from his thigh, slamming his near empty beer bottle onto the coffee table as he laced his fingers through your own. Not daring to look back at the mess you’d probably made as your boyfriend pulled you towards one of the small downstairs bathrooms, tugging you inside as he locked the door behind him.
You could just about make out the darkened wet patch on his black jeans, the stain making the fabric stick to him as he stepped closer to you, vermillion eyes taking in the sight of your flushed face and pouty lips. You looked absolutely fucked and he’d barely touched you.
“Fuck,” Bakugou grunted when he slipped a hand under your skirt to press against your soaked panties, his nostrils flaring as he rut his cock against your hip. His now wet jeans rubbing against your thigh, the sensation making you whine desperate to feel more stimulation to your neglected clit.
“You have no shame that you just pissed your pants in public, hah?” He grabbed your jaw, making you stare into his intense eyes as he pulled you into a sultry kiss, his teeth clashing against your own as he pressed himself against you.
“Still so desperate for my cock, yeah?” He spoke against your lips, his warm breath fanning your face as you nodded against his grip on your face, “Of course you are, you dirty fuckin’ slut.”
Bakugou turned your body as he shoved you against the bathroom sink. Your hands curling against the cool porcelain as you caught sight of your debauched face in the mirror, his fingers already slipping under your skirt to pull it up over your hips so he could see the darkened mark on your panties, “Look at the mess you made.”
He tugged at your panties, the wet fabric sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you ground yourself back against him, the shame soon morphing into pleasure as he teased your needy sex. Pulling your panties down as he kicked a foot against your own to spread your thighs apart. His fingers immediately delving between your sopping folds, feeling how wet you were with your slick.
“Pissing on me in front of all those people turn you on that much?” You bit your lip as you nodded at him through the reflection in the mirror.
“You wanted them to see didn’t you?” His eyes darkened as he pulled back to tug his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock.
“My dirty fuckin’ girl.” Your cunt still throbbed from the overstimulation and how hard you’d strained to try to keep it inside as he began a brutal pace, fucking you against the cold porcelain as he wrapped a palm around your neck, maintaining eye contact as his cock dragged against your inner walls with each hard rut of his hips, “Gonna make a mess of you like you made on me.”