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Nip Slip

bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

genre: smut

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, penetration, pleasure dom bakugo, breeding, cum eating, sex, mentions of birth control

word count: 6k+

Summary: Wearing skimpy clothing around the dorms and wondering why the spiky-haired blond refuses to look at you.

It was no mistake that the U.A. College dorms were unbearably hot during this time of year, their A/C units almost unable to face the blistering weather outside. Consequentially, many students wondered about in little clothing, putting their shame aside in favor of withstanding the heat.

Pretty much the same could be said about you, one of the students in Class 1-A. There wasn't a day where you wouldn't waltz into the common room wearing skimpy tank tops or crop tops, matching booty shorts, and odd bunny slippers. In your defense, what else could you do? You've always preferred the cold regardless, so this horrible wave of warmth had you in a much sour mood than usual which in turn made you care less about the opinions of your classmates.

And to your absolute delight, no one else seemed to care. Hell, Kirishima and Kaminari were walking around in nothing but their boxers, so why would they give you shit when you were a little more appropriately dressed? The girls even ended up buying matching pajama sets with you in an attempt to make you feel comfortable, but they played it off as just "really liking the silky material". You knew that was simply an excuse, were very grateful for their thoughtfulness, and immediately became less self-conscious about sometimes catching your classmates' lingering stares. Maybe they thought you looked pretty, is what you willed yourself to believe.

However, there was one classmate who wouldn't even spare you a glance, as if you were the most disgusting person on earth for wearing such revealing clothing. That was Katsuki Bakugo, a man you haven't gotten to know very well since the beginning of the semester. He was always either hollered up in his room, at the gym, or in the kitchen, but no matter how many times you bumped into each other, he'd never look at you. Your very first meeting went a little something like this:

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

The blond glanced at you sideways, ignored your outstretched hand in favor of stuffing his scarred hands into his pockets, and grumbled under his breath, "Katsuki Bakugo," before walking away.

Probably the only time his garnet eyes were trained on you. You didn't know if you should feel offended or glad, and you let the time pass without questioning it until now.

His indifference began to make you curious. What about you was so repulsive that he couldn't stand looking at you? Was that even the case, or did he just not find you interesting in the slightest? He had no problem getting along with Mina and Jirou, chatting occasionally with the other girls as well. Something about you kept him at arm's length, very uncharacteristic for the explosive blond, from what you could tell given your classmates' reactions.

Whatever it was, after months of small interactions, you were bent on solving this mystery, whether he liked it or not. Today, you put on a pink, oversized tank top unlike your usual tight-fitting ones, a pair of pastel pink satin shorts, and your dear bunny slippers.

You marched into the kitchen where he was making himself dinner after a particularly long evening gym session, his hair still slightly damp from the shower and a black t-shirt draped over his muscular body, along with a pair of grey sweatpants. Jesus, how is he not melting?

Some of your classmates were already asleep whilst some opted for retreating in their rooms for the evening, meaning it was just you and him in the dimly lit kitchen of the dorms. There was no way out now, this was the best chance you had at confronting him.

Before he could notice your presence, you leaned against the doorframe and admired his figure from behind, taking in his broad back, intimidating height, and even more intimidating biceps. The man was built like a Greek god and no matter how much you tried to deny it - because trust me, you did - you've always felt attracted to him. He was exactly your type, the part where he didn't even care you existed just adding to the attractiveness factor. That, plus the scars, piercings, and coarse behavior, turned you into a pile of mush with a gigantic, stupid crush on the hero.

The twitch of his hand on the plate as he poured curry onto it broke you out of your daydream, knowing he caught you staring and predicting exactly what he was going to say.

"You want something?" Bakugo murmured without needing to turn around, already knowing who it was. Only one idiot smelled like bubblegum in the dorms.

Approaching the counter steadily, you shoot a smile towards his back, seemingly in a great mood despite the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. How bad could it possibly be to admit you want his attention? Although, it did sound kind of bad being put that way...

"Can't sleep, so I came to get some water," you explained and leaned back against the counter at a comfortable distance next to him, giving a pointed look to the glass rack, "Mind passing me a glass?"

"Can't you get it yourself?" he scoffed, handing you one despite complaining.

You thanked him, swiftly filling it up with water and taking a sip, all while keeping your eyes on him. He hadn't looked in your direction once. You realized he was doing it on purpose, not by chance as you've wanted so hard to believe. Was it really something about you that threw him off? You've always been friendly and respectful, so you couldn't think of an instance where you managed to weird him out or anything of the sort...

Standing in uncomfortable silence for a bit, you fumbled with your fingers as he finished filling up his plate, and right as he was about to go enjoy his meal at one of the tables, you mustered up the courage to reach out and grab onto his shirt. You placed the glass back onto the counter, your right thumb and index finger gripping the material of his shirt loosely, barely enough to halt his movements. He stopped in his tracks, shoulders visibly tensing at the contact. It was now or never.

You gulped, thinking of ways to phrase your feelings, but nothing seemed good enough for you. You probably should've thought about this before grabbing onto quite literally a time bomb.

While weighing your words, you noticed something strange about him. His back seemed to be heaving, a growl making its way deep into his throat and startling you for a moment, grateful that it pulled you back to reality since you were in a bit of a compromising situation. If someone else were to see you, they'd probably think you were confessing and to be honest, they wouldn't be far off.

"Why are you ignoring me?" the words stumbled out of your mouth so quickly you were sure they fused.

As incoherent as your sentence was, Bakugo caught onto it. You saw him place the plate onto the table in front of him - a bit too gentle for your liking - and you gulped. Letting go of his shirt, he took the opportunity to turn around while his gaze was firmly planted towards the floor, seeming like he was going to explode at any moment. You couldn't help but take a step back, wondering if you did something wrong, but something happened right before you even lifted your foot.

Out of all the things you expected your crush to do, hooking his index finger around both of your tank top's shoulder straps and harshly pulling you forward wasn't one of them.

Mouth agape and breath knocked out of you, you stared up at the blond locks shadowing his crimson eyes and noticed that his gaze was finally fixed on you. The way his pupils dilated, the tips of his ears turning a slightly pink color and the crease between his eyebrows had your stomach flipping, involuntarily blushing beneath his intense stare. He raked his eyes over your figure slowly and deliberately, taking in everything about you. Your bunny slippers, your calves, knees, thighs, hips... Chest, neck, lips, nose, and then remaining trained on your widened eyes. Yet, there was something in your gut telling you that he's seen it all before, that when you're not paying attention, his eyes absentmindedly drift to you. The thought makes your heart speed up, hands balling into fists at your sides as you wait for him to speak.

And it feels like almost an eternity before he responds in a low, gravelly voice, "You're insane. You waltz into the commons in your tight fucking booty shorts and expect me to not shamelessly check you out?"

"That's not what I-"

"Even now, you're wearing this loose shit that barely covers anything," he murmured and tugged on the material once more to drive his point home. His brows furrowed further when he realized one of your tits popped out through the armhole, your perky nipple coming in full view. Bakugo let out a strangled gasp, his hand shaking on the material before fisting the collar, forcefully pulling it up so it would cover your chest and bring your face level with his. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

You were honestly speechless. You've never felt his gaze on you, ever. Just how sneaky could this guy be? To admit that he's actually been looking at you this whole time and not to mention, admiring your body... It made you feel inexplicably relieved. And way too fucking turned on.

You never thought you had a thing for degradation, but here you were.

Getting over your initial shock, you raised a brow at him, somehow finding the courage to speak again as your heart thumped wildly in your chest, "Do I... affect you?"

He scoffed, eyes roaming your face, drinking in your features from up close. If he was intimidating from afar, being this close to him while he maintained unwavering eye contact was much worse. Even so, you felt your entire body heat up as he guided you back towards the counter, your ass resting on the edge and your hands flying to grip it for dear life, being the only other thing you could feel besides him.

"You use that stupid bubblegum shower gel that leaves you smelling so incredibly sweet," he panted, avoiding the question while still keeping his distance but not letting go of your shirt, "But it clashes with your shampoo that has a more powerful, flowery scent. You wear fluffy bunny slippers even though you're sweating your tits off. You eat all of my spicy food no matter how much you say you hate it. And don't think I'm not aware of how much you check me out. Your eyes are practically glued to my ass."

You loosed a shuddering breath. Nothing could've prepared you for that. His grip tightens and you swear you almost pass out from embarrassment. You didn't think you were that obvious... He just simply paid a lot of attention to you without you even realizing it. How could you have been so oblivious? It all clicked right then and there; you both stupidly pinned over each other since the beginning, avoiding the other in fear of rejection or of letting your desires consume you.

Although, the look on his face tells you he's already at his limit. You bite your lip, putting the pieces together and hyping yourself up mentally to further embarrass yourself.

"I could say the same about you. You once tried out my shower gel and Kirishima called you out on it in front of the whole class. You keep on leaving an extra serving of your spicy ass food in the fridge, knowing I'll crave it at some point. You heard me say I like compression shirts, and ever since then, you wear them to the gym, and you even take the front door to make sure I see you. The way you're panting right now... You're checking me out as we speak. You're not slick either, Bakugo."

You conveniently leave out the part where you were under the impression that he hated your guts. You could talk about that later, but for now, you were just glad you managed to get that off your chest. Similarly, you wished he'd just rip off your tank top already, frustrated with the pent-up desire you tried to keep in check all this time.

"I wasn't trying to be, dumbass," you hadn't noticed just how close he'd gotten since your eyes were absentmindedly trained on his lips until you felt his breath wash over your blushing face. "But I doubt you would've wanted me to jump you in front of our classmates."

"Then why not come talk to me in private?" you tilted your head to the side, reducing your words to a whisper when you felt his nose nudge yours.

"Because..." his mouth hangs open just enough for his bottom lip to brush against yours and it sends electrifying shivers down your spine, heat immediately flaring in your core, "I didn't think you felt the same."

"Dumbass," you retorted in a shaky, breathy whisper, taking your eyes off his lips for just a moment to take in the way he was staring down at where his lip touched yours, beads of sweat forming on his temples from the exertion of holding himself back, "After this, you owe me a proper date, got it?"

And just like that, your hand took a fistful of his shirt and pulled him flush against you, the space between your lips closing. You closed your eyes and hummed contently at the feeling of his soft, plump lips, immediately tasting caramel in your mouth as you basked in its sweetness.

With his hands instantly darting to your hips, you were pressed backward into the counter, and you graciously took a seat on top of it, being a little closer to matching his height now. His large frame found purchase between your legs and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling ever so slightly in hopes of hearing the noises he made. Him groaning and melting into you didn't help with your growing arousal. If anything, it urged you to start moving your lips, him following shortly after and desperately seeking your tongue.

You granted him entry, his tongue desperately brushing against yours while he swallowed your soft gasps and whimpers, muffling them to the best of his abilities. He knew this was risky given that some of your classmates were still awake, but he couldn't care less. He wanted to hear every little sound that'll come out of your mouth once he begins touching you and since you were so vocal from only a kiss, he couldn't wait to hear you screaming his name. The thought made his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, hastily guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he hoisted you up, gripping the back of your thighs.

You yelped through the kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck for support. The bastard only chuckled in response and bit your bottom lip, beginning to head towards the stairs.

"Your room or mine?" Bakugo asks in between heavy pants, clearly pained beyond imagination from having to wait for so long to touch you. If he'd known you tasted just like your signature scent and your skin felt so perfect underneath his fingers, you would've been his a long time ago.

"Yours," you whispered, digging your face into the side of his neck and peppering the skin there with light kisses.

The blond picked up the pace, heading to his room with such hurried steps he was practically stomping through the dorms, "Fuck..."

Whenever he took a step, your clothed core would accidentally brush against the tent in his pants, making you shiver and hold onto him tighter, a bit afraid he might drop you. But Katsuki was big; a beast of a man, his biceps larger than your head and pecs probably bigger than your boobs, too. There was no way he could've dropped you, regardless of your weight. He didn't work out for nothing.

It felt like an eternity walking up the stairs to the fourth floor, but your conversation helped lighten the mood.

"Can I call you by your first name?" you quietly asked once you unlatched your lips from his neck.

Bakugo laughed. You've heard him chuckle with his friends now and then, a deep chuckle that left you blushing redder than a tomato, but this was entirely different. The man couldn't believe your words, genuinely having to switch to holding you with one arm to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. You could almost feel your heart being pierced by Cupid's arrow all over again.

"We're about to fuck, so yes, I think we're on a first-name basis now," he replied, glancing down at you with a smirk.

The tips of your ears heated up and you buried your face in his shoulder, whispering a simple, "Okay, noted."

Out of nowhere, the blond squeezed your ass, earning your attention once more. "We're here."

Before you could process everything, Bakugo led you to his bed and dropped you unceremoniously on top of his neat, black bedsheets, which were about to be ruined. You made a mental note to buy him some colorful sheets sometime, just to see his reaction.

"What are you thinking about?"

You propped yourself up on your elbows, kicking off the bunny slippers and planting your feet onto the mattress, knees closed together.

"Ways to torture you."

A playful spark lit up his eyes. He supported his weight with his hands as he crawled over to you, stopping right in front of your knees.

"Funny. How were you planning on doing that?"

You eyed him curiously, heart hammering in your chest when his warm, calloused hands rested on your knees and then slowly pushed them apart. Your breathing grew heavier than it already was and you bit your lip out of instinct.

"Buying you colorful bedding."

The sight of him laughing again, throat bobbing and his head being thrown back lit a fire within you, and you wasted no time reaching for him, your hands tangling in his hair as his lips clashed with yours.

"I was thinking of somethin' more pleasurable, but I'll take it," the blond murmured against your parted lips.

He was the most handsome man you've ever seen and his hands caressed you so gently, seemingly afraid to touch more than he was allowed, completely contrasting his usual brass behavior. In the intimacy of his room, Katsuki was nothing short of a gentleman.

However, your body was in dire need of attention. You needed to let him know you were more than okay with this and in fact, craved it. When he eased you down onto your back, you trapped his hips with your legs, snapping his bulge flush against your core. The friction felt so good that you arched your back in search of more and moaned softly, eyes tracing the length of him through his sweatpants up to right where he was pressed to you.

He grunted, muscles straining as he held himself up with his arms on either side of you and admired the view of you sprawled out underneath him on his bed. He thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world and he couldn't quite remember what he did to deserve having you like this, so delicately placed amidst his sheets. One thing was for sure, he was going to prove he deserved you. You could see the determination light up his irises when his hand trailed up from your knee to your belly, the tips of his fingers sneaking beneath the material of your shirt.

The mere action ignited your skin, goosebumps adorning it. You caught his eyes for a split second, noticing his hesitation or rather his asking for consent, and immediately nodded while grasping onto his wrist. You guided it upwards, shirt bunching up and resting above the curve of your breasts, his hand engulfing one of them. A soft exhale left your nose and you tensed right before he squeezed the mound, it turning into an excited gasp. It wasn't as gentle as you expected it to be. Well, it didn't matter since you didn't want him to be gentle in the first place.

"You're so fuckin' gorgeous," he murmured, leaning forward to lick a trail up your neck, then biting harshly into it. You shuddered, angling your head to the side and feeling the energy in the room shift from a soft, silly mood to a fervent one. "And you're all fuckin' mine."

"Stop talking, it's embara- Jesus!" You moaned when his lips found your other breast, tongue coming out to lap at your sensitive nipple in tandem with his fingers pulling and twisting the other one. Your hands instinctively went to his hair, you quickly realize it's your favorite place to put them, tugging on it just to make him groan against you. The vibrations from the sound made your back arch, breasts pressing further into his face.

Bakugo sucks for a few moments more before unlatching his mouth with a pop, opting to instead leave a trail of dark hickeys from your breast up to your neck. His other hand was relentless, though, kneading onto your breast harder, testing the waters to see what gets you going. You got louder once he added more pressure and continued to do so until you quite literally began to squirm away from his grasp, craving his touch elsewhere. Your neck, chest, and breasts were already littered with love bites and marks, the bulge of his aching cock brushing against your thigh occasionally and making you whine.

He seemed to catch onto it at some point, though, because the next thing you know, you're laid in a more comfortable position with your head placed on his pillow and his lips on yours.

Tongues danced for what seemed like forever when he finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting them. He experimentally squeezed your inner thigh, rubbing his thumb over the plush skin and venturing beneath your shorts, lightly teasing your clothed clit. Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head as a strangled moan escapes your throat, a dopey smile pulling at your lips from finally being touched where you needed it most.

"Have you ever done this before?" he huffed, repeating the motion and making your hips jolt.

"Why? You jealous?"

The blond frowned and squeezed your boob in retaliation, earning a giggle out of you. "Brat."

"I have, don't worry. I'm also on birth control, so..." you trail off, winking before taking the initiative to sit up and throw your tank top somewhere around his room.

"Good," is all he could say, the overwhelming need to have his mouth on you overriding his senses.

He kissed the middle of your chest, right above your heart, then went down to press a kiss to your ribs, above your navel, and after that to your right hip bone, the affection in his actions taking you by surprise. It felt so romantic, you couldn't help letting out a few pathetic whimpers, quickly covering your mouth with your hand in embarrassment.

One of his heated palms rested on your hip, squeezing it reassuringly when he saw you muffling your noises. As if you, yourself, weren't cute enough, the noises you made were so adorable and turned him on so incredibly much that his cock ached, precum leaving a big, damp stain on his boxers. He wasn't about to let you cover them up. No way.

"I wanna hear you, Y/N," his free hand gently pulled your hand aside, intertwining his fingers with yours, "I wanna hear how good I make you feel."

The only response you could give him was a nod, red tainting your cheeks and ears from his words. If he was going to be like this the whole way through, you weren't sure how long you would last.

He hooked a finger under the waistband of your shorts, tugging it upwards before letting it fall back down with a snap. You flinch from the impact, glancing down at his hand with a raised brow.

"Up," was the only thing he said, his voice gravelly and seemingly deeper than before. You eagerly complied, raising your hips a bit as he dragged your shorts and underwear down to your legs agonizingly slow, letting them hang on your right ankle as he stared at your newly exposed skin.

He did everything in his power to hold back, but he just couldn't anymore. He wanted to be a gentleman, he really did, but with your cunt drenched and on display like that for him and only him, he couldn't control himself. You were sent from the heavens above and Katsuki wasn't about to let you go without satisfying you fully.

He used a thumb to part your lips and watch your tight hole twitching and squeezing on nothing. A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he threw the remainder of your clothes off and dived in.

His warm breath fanned over your core and you gasped, meeting his eyes with a shiver. You fisted his pillow, bashfully turning your head to the side as you continued watching him curiously. He chuckled at your actions, keeping his eyes trained on yours when he suddenly licked a trail up your slit, letting the tip of his tongue tease your clit for a moment longer. Moans reverberated through his room, bouncing off the thin walls while he continued eating you out, lapping at your pussy as if it was the best meal of his life, groaning deeply every time you slightly moved your hips to get him where you wanted him. He hooked his arms under your legs, palms coming to rest on your lower tummy to keep you in place. Obviously, if you suddenly decided to fuck against his face, he wouldn't deny you that. A tiny part of him hoped you eventually would, actually.

Slurping and other obscene noises joined your ceaseless moans, along with the peculiar sound of the bed creaking. You weren't moving that much to make it creak like that, so what was...

You have a clear view of Katsuki's back when you prop yourself up on your elbows, albeit a bit wobbly from the constant pleasure of his tongue invading you, and you almost come on the spot when you see his hips aggressively humping the bed. The man could not get enough of your taste, feeling like he'd go insane if he stopped for even a second. The ache in his lower stomach went unnoticed, too focused on giving you the orgasm of your life.

And soon enough, when he thrusted a finger inside you, you yelped and fell back down, a metaphorical chord in your body tightening. Thrusting another finger in, he began a ruthless pace of curling his fingers inside you and sucking on your clit, driving you absolutely insane, being more vocal than you've ever been in your entire life.

"Fuck, yes, Katsuki! Right there, it feels so good, hmm," you melt from the way he expertly pushed past your walls, his fingers parting in a scissoring motion every now and then before brushing against that sweet, soft spot that made you see stars, "Oh, fuuuck..."

One of your hands gripped his hair tightly, keeping his face in place as you began moving your hips against it at a languid pace, in desperate search for your release.

"Katsuki, Jesus, 'm gonna-"

The tightening chord within you snapped, making you cry out as you rode out the height of your orgasm, head thrown back and thighs twitching around his arms. You convulsed at the force of your orgasm, breathing quickly as you let go of him, your strength seemingly dissipating.

Katsuki pulled away from your sopping cunt, your spent dripping down his lips and chin, glistening in the moonlight and flipping a switch in you. You shudder at the perfect sight, pulling him closer and smashing your lips onto his, tasting yourself on his tongue. You lick him clean, making sure to press another grateful kiss to his lips before laying down on your back once more.

"You did so well for me," he slurred, peppering your face with kisses and kneading your breasts softly, running his palms all over your curves in an attempt to memorize them. "My pretty, perfect girl. 'M gonna make you come again, okay? Once more for me?"

It was not, in fact, just one more time. Bakugo Katsuki had made you come on his tongue and fingers at least three times, or at least that's when you stopped counting, before you finally shoved his shoulders away, panting as sweat rolled down your forehead.

"You're... You're insane..." you breathed out, arms trembling and you were almost sure after he was done with you, you wouldn't even be able to move tomorrow. "You haven't even taken your clothes off!"

Bakugo snickered, kissing your cheek apologetically and taking your hand in his much bigger one. "Sorry, couldn't help it. You taste like fuckin' heaven, sweets."

The nicknames seemed to roll off his tongue way easier now and if you had any spare energy left in you, you would've felt embarrassed by now. But you preserved it for the real deal, needing him to fill you up at least once to be satisfied.

"Need your cock. Now," you whined breathlessly, ripping his tank top over his head and throwing it away.

"Impatient much?" he hummed with a shit eating grin on his face, standing up from the bed to take off his pants and boxers, swiftly discarding them to a corner of the room.

"Yes."

"Damn, babe. You don't have to tell me twice," he mumbled beneath his breath, moving to stand between your legs once more.

He sat on his folded legs, spreading them slightly and bringing your hips closer, letting the back of your thighs sit over his. You absentmindedly ran a hand over his abs, trying to memorize their shapes when you felt something brush against your overly sensitive folds, a shaky gasp slipping past your lips.

Glancing down, you saw Bakugo pumping his dick with a hand, your eyes bulging out of their sockets at his impressive length. Your heart sped up more in excitement than anything, but a small part of you thumped with the fear that he wouldn't fit. You hadn't taken anyone as big as him before and the nervousness made you sink your teeth into your lower lip. Now you knew that he wasn't simply big in size, but also in his cock, a question that floated through your mind much more often than you'd care to admit.

He easily threw one of your legs over his shoulder, leaning down to bite the inside of your thigh and snap you out of your train of thought.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he rasped, his gaze meeting yours as he rose to his full height again, running his tip through your folds just like before, "Need to see your face when you take my cock."

"Is it even going to fit?" you find yourself asking, brows furrowing mildly.

"It will," Katsuki mumbled, gently running his thumb over your clit and pushing the tip just barely past your entrance, "C'mon, pretty girl. I know you can take it."

Arching your back, you felt an inexplicable pang of pain mixed with pleasure at the sudden intrusion, fingers gripping his sheets for dear life. Katsuki hurriedly grabbed another pillow of his and placed it underneath your hips, elevating them slightly to put you in a less painful position, then soothing the skin of your hip comfortingly.

"Is this position better?"

"Mhmm."

"Are you hurting anywhere? We can stop if you-"

You place a hand on his chest, stopping him mid sentence and whispering, "Katsuki. Need you deeper."

He took that as his cue to push himself further, splitting your walls easily from the wetness of your cunt and reaching beyond what any of your exes did. You couldn't even compare them to Katsuki who was barely halfway in and already had you writhing in pleasure underneath him, the pain long forgotten and being replaced by the fullness feeling of it. You need him deeper, squeezing onto his cock unforgivingly as you took him in further.

Bakugo was on cloud nine. You were so tight, so warm, coercing him inside and twitching on his dick. The man growled from the sheer amount of pleasure he was experiencing, rumbling and vibrating throughout his body, sending heat flaring right to your core and making you even wetter. Because of that, Katsuki was able to snap his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

The two of you moaned, an unusual noise for Katsuki to make and an absolute delight to hear, and you stayed like that for a while, chests heaving wildly and your heartbeats unknowingly matching. You were seeing stars, wondering how on earth you got so lucky to meet this man, whines rolling off your tongue softly.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, adjusting himself and somehow reaching deeper inside you, making you moan loudly. His ears immediately perked up, imitating the roll of his hips one more time to hear the beautiful sound you just made. "Here, baby? Does it feel good here?"

In a second he managed to change your position, lifting your hips higher and pressing his chest flush against yours, taking your wrists to pin them above your head. He repeated the slow motion, this time reaching even deeper, perfectly bullying the gummy spot within you that had your entire body shaking with barely a few thrusts.

"M-Mhmm!" you replied between lewd moans, nodding dumbly enough for him to smirk and his ego to skyrocket.

"Feels good having my cock so deep inside, huh?" he inhaled sharply and decided to snap his hips against yours aggressively this time to see if you'd enjoy it and to his utmost surprise, you shivered and moaned loudly with a thin string of drool coming out the side of your mouth. That's all it took for him to begin plowing into you, not giving you a second to breathe, much less squirm away. His cock dug deep and hard with each move, each snap of his hips harder than the other while his free hand gripped onto the back of your thigh and pushed up, guiding your legs onto his shoulders and folding you into a mating press before you could let out a strangled whimper.

He plowed into you, once, twice, giving your tit a good squeeze before sucking down on it harshly, sending tingles down your spine. He let your wrists go, opting to hold onto your throat instead, adding small amounts of pressure to make it feel good. His thumb dug into your pulse point and you whimpered, involuntarily grinding your hips against his aggressive movements. His lips and teeth continued their ministrations down your chest, switching between whispering praises and insults at a lightning pace.

"Atta girl... Dreamed of this pussy every night," Bakugo grunted, his hips picking up the pace, " 'M gonna fill you up so well. 'M gonna make you mine, princess."

You could feel the outline of his dick plunging in and out of you, his veins popping out to shape your walls to his form. The tightening chord was back stronger than ever, your lower stomach burning as you held yourself back from releasing, wanting to do it at the same time as him.

"A-Ah! Katsuki, I can feel you twitching- 'M gonna come, ah!"

"Yeah? You feel that, baby?" Releasing your throat, he pressed a comforting kiss to your forehead as he rutted into you, faster, harder, your juices frothing at the base of his dick in a ring of white. "God fuckin' damnit, you feel too good. Give it to me, sweetheart."

Having the urge to feel closer to you, he dropped your legs to wrap them around his waist instead and pressed his chest flush against yours. Your warm bodies melted into each other as you clawed at his back, grunts, moans, and creaks overriding the silence of Katsuki's once-lonely room. He wasn't sure how he would be able to let you go back to your room after this or if you even wanted to, but one thing he was certain of was that this felt right. After pinning on you for so long, he finally got confirmation that you were the one for him. No one else.

To say he was ecstatic would be an understatement. The way his hips now sloppily bullied into yours as he ground his teeth to the point of drawing a thin trickle of blood instantly made your eyes widen and your pussy clench, his debauched expression sending you over the edge with him right after you.

“Holy shit...” the blond whined as he felt a chill run down his spine.

“Katsuki!”

“Yeah, that's it, pretty...” he growled, sneaking a thumb to your clit to stroke it in circular motions while the rest of his palm pressed down onto your lower belly, gloating in the way your tummy bulged and in turn making you scream from the overwhelming pleasure. “Think'm addicted to you...”

You pulled him down in a choking embrace, gasping and shivering uncontrollably, tensing your thighs around his waist to keep him there. He buried his face in your neck, biting down harshly on whatever part of your skin he could find, giving a hard thrust of his hips and letting his warm seed spill out. He moved his hips a few more times, thick ropes of white painting your insides and filling you to the brim, the intense pleasure turning you into nothing more than putty beneath him.

Panting like a dog in heat, he pulled his face from your neck and gazed down at where you were connected, a mixture of your juices barely seeping out of your cunt before he hurriedly pulled out and leveled his face with your twitching hole, lapping at it desperately to collect the sweet combination. His tongue invaded you, and you arched with a loud moan, already too sensitive to suppress the shaking of your body.

“ ’Suki, I can't anymore, I— Hnng... Too much...”

The new nickname had his ears perked up, a smug smile on his wet lips as he pulled back to look at you. He pressed a grateful kiss to your core to apologize for his egotistical actions.

“Sorry,” he mumbled and came up to press a kiss to your forehead, both of you seemingly coming down from the height of the orgasm, exhaustion seeping through your bones. “I'll go get a towel, one sec.”

After Katsuki took care of your numb body, cleaning you up thoroughly and giving you one of his water bottles to drink from, he went ahead and cleaned himself up. He then put your clothes back on but conveniently forgot your shorts before he threw on a new pair of boxers and plaid, black and white pajama pants. Through the haze in your mind, you wondered if he even owned any colored clothes, making you giggle when he snuggled up to your side.

“What are you laughing about this time, brat?” Katsuki couldn't help the fond smile pulling at his lips as he glanced down at you getting comfortable on his chest.

“You in pink clothes.”

He flicked your forehead lightly and you yelped, elbowing his chest in retaliation. The cute smile on his lips turned into a smug smirk as he leaned closer, his eyelids dropping slightly.

“Oh, by the way, your tit popped out the first time we met. Thought I should let you know.”

You stare in bewilderment up at him.

“WHAT?!”

a/n: heyhey!! this was my first time writing smut, i hope i did well :3 let me know if you liked it!!! i apologize for any typos or errors, i initially wrote this on wattpad and had to copy-paste it here🫠🫠🫠 it's also unedited because i'm lazy 🫶 THANK YOU @/shortestcake FOR EDITING THE PHOTOS!!

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