junidaeys

[junidaeys]

Hi again, it’s 12:49 AM and I’m horny. —ps; ty for 100 likes on my last post.

|sub! B. Katsuki x dom! M. Reader.|

[Warnings!]

I’m not sure…none I guess?

Is anything past 11 full moon for humans or something? Why do I always get so horny at like 12. It’s ming boggling how I can just be chill and as soon as it hits 12 I’m on my room giggling like a goblin reading fanfics, manwhas and just straight horny off my mind.

So, Bakugo Katsuki. We all know who that is.

And if you’ve read that short paragraph, u already know where I’m getting at.

He encounters a villain who puts a curse on him, it’s a bomb implanted on his stomach. The bomb is called “100”, and the only way to get it off is by having intercourse, and ur partner has to ejaculate inside of you 100 times.

— “shitty villain. shitty day, shitty yn!” Katsuki couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, he really couldn’t. Today was just an awful day— he couldn’t even fight against that stupid lady who put a bomb on him; a bomb that would explode if he didn’t have someone cum inside him 100 times.

“ridiculous, ridiculous! ridiculous— ridiculous!” he grumbled and kicked a can, all the way til he stopped in front of your doorstep; then he knocked.

he fiddled with the hem of his sleeves, biting his cheek and furrowing his brows. he had no one else to go to, but you. you both did it before, it was just one drunk stupid night. but god, he couldn’t get u out his head after that, but it seemed like you moved on.

the door swung open, and he flinched. and oh god, his knees bucked when he saw the sight of you.

you leaned on the doorframe, looking down at Bakugo through half-lidded eyes. your hair was damp, a towel wrapped around your neck and sweatpants that hung below your hips, exposing your v-line.

Bakugo gulped, peering up at you.

“fuck— yn. I need your help.” he bit his lip.

“oh yeah? come inside then.” you opened the door wider, welcoming him in. “make yourself at home, kats.” you have him a closed eyed smile, shutting the door behind you, and locking it.

oh sweat and naive Bakugo didn’t realize he walked right into a tigers den.

“what can i do for you kats?” you hummed, sitting on the couch in-front of Bakugo. he sighed and rubbed his face.

“you better fucking believe me.” bakugo furrowed his brows while asking you, pointing at you for a moment. “I got attacked by a villain—“ “I know.” “Huh?”

the silence was a little loud, “I know u got attacked. I heard through rumors.” “Oh.”

“and, you need someone to cum inside you 100 times?” you smirked, getting up so u can stand in front of him. bakugo looked up at you and gulped, snarling.

“fuck— yes you better believe me.” he spoke with a hint of desperation buried in his throat.

“are you sure you didn’t make up that rumor because you missed my cum? naughty boy.” you licked your lips, your fox like eyes narrowing— bakugo shivered at your gaze.

“n-no! why would i miss your filthy cum. And ’m not lying!” Bakugo made a disgusted face and lifted his shirt, exposing the “100” mark engraved into his lower abdomen.

you whistled, bringing your fingers to trace around the numbers slowly, causing bakugo to shiver.

“let’s get to work then.” you leaned down, licking bakugos neck.

—

plap!— “hah! ah! yn too rough— please!” he cried, pushing his hand backwards to push your forearms back, but you only grabbed them as leverage to continue your mission, to cum inside of him.

the number decreased, it wrote: 27.

“guh!! please yn— ‘s too much! can’t— oh!” he sobbed, burying his face into a pillow.

“c’mon kats. you only have a little left t’ go! can’t stop— ha..now!” you gotta admit, this was also beginning to tire you out. you’ve both been going at it like rabbits since 10 am, it’s 6:27 now.

“uuu! Oh! cumming cumming! Ngh!” his legs flailing as his orgasm came crashing down on him again like a tidal wave. you grabbed his nape, pulling him up before pulling him into a rough kiss.

“me too. take it all kats! gonna make you pregnant!” you huffed and panted, feeling like your hips were gonna fall off at this rate. fuck— you need to start training cardio to get better stamina.

“almost there kats, don’t pass out on me.” you leaned down, patting his cheek so he would wake up.

he did, and he jolted when he felt you moving through his gummy walls again. “can’t…’s too much!” he tried to crawl away, but u pulled him flush against your pelvis with one swift motion— burying yourself balls deep inside of him again.

he let out a pornstar worthy moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The headboard bobbed and smacked against the wall, you were never more thankful for your neighbors to be on vacation at the moment.

“No! yn— I’m cumming again! ‘s a weird one!” kats was far to gone, tears and snot dribbled down his face, eyes glazed over.

smacks and skin against skin contact echoed throughout the room, bakugo was sure that as soon as this hell (heaven) was over— he would never speak to yn again.

“ngh! just cum already you fucki—ing! bast- ah! -rd!” he yelled, trying to kick you, but you just grabbed his calf and smiled at him, before using it to pound into him harder.

- okay. I’m done, that was it. I’m tired now, the horny disappeared, so did my motivation. Goodnight, good morning or good afternoon.

[junidaeys]

okay. Hear me out..this has been in my head for the past week. A bully getting dicked down by someone who he thought was an easy target.

[ warning: mating press, no aftercare]

An absolute ass of a bully tormenting his high school, literally just your average joe ass guy. One day he’s pushing people in lockers, slappin’ lunch trays out of hands yadayada.. until someone stops him and that someone is you! The new student.

He’s obviously pissed, so the next few days he’s only targeting you. You obviously notice with your little nerd self and decide to confront him because you also obviously have very big balls.

He soon finds out later that you having big balls was in fact not a metaphor, but is quite literally the cold dark solid truth.

_______

So soon he was folded with his knees to his shoulders, absolutely howling and crying like a pornstar while you drill your girth balls deep into his boypuss.

“Oh! Oh! Please Mr. Bully! ‘S too much! Ah! So mean mister-“ you cut him off with a thrust, a clap echoed through the room. Your palms pushed down the small cup underneath his knees, keeping him trapped and unable to escape the pleasure consuming him.

Your unbelievably heavy balls smacked with every thrust.

“Yeah? Should have thought twice before saying all those mean things huh? Yeah you- mn. Better say sorry.” You groaned as he threw his head back.

“Now this bully, is gonna bully his scary cock into ya. So take all my seed.” You bit your lip, using one of your free hands to slick back your hair with the sweat dripping from your temple before pushing your palms back on his legs again.

He shook his head, “no! ‘s so dirty please mister have m-ah! Mercy!” He begged, though you saw metaphoric hearts form in his eyes.

You scoffed, pushing one last time before squirting your cum into him. He mewled, eyes squeezing shut.

You pulled out and smacked his thigh, leaving him with cum dripping from his used and abused cunt, only cleaning yourself up while u just threw him a wet rag and left.

——-

I mean hey, it ain’t my best. But, that’s how u gotta treat bullies.