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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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— Your sex life with your emotionally stunted boyfriend has always been good, but not great. But practice makes perfect - even if it means accidentally making your boyfriend cum in his pants to realize that your power roles have been wrong this entire time. —

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pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, cursing, fem!dom, sub!bakugou, bondage, sensory deprivation, spanking, pegging, sounding, slight degradation, oral

word count: 8,464

a/n: happy motherfucking birthday to my birthday triplet, @lady-bakuhoe!!!! jo i love you so much and well I decided to hell with it, Imma try to give you the subby bakugou you deserve. I hope you had an amazing day today and know youre one year more hotter than the last!!!! continue writing with that amazing talent you have, and I hope you enjoy!!!

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When you said you were a virgin before getting with Bakugou Katsuki, you meant it.

Your experience outside of the large and rather aggressive blond was limited. You had your crushes, your significant others, and the random people you’ve made out with. Each and every instance in which you would join with another never made it past a brush against the other’s lips and the occasional press of tongues.

It did not surprise you in the slightest bit that Bakugou Katsuki — Ground Zero — was also a virgin. At least, it made sense since he was always working and said he’s kissed fewer people than he had quirks. The relationship the two of you had was quite educational on many levels, and it shocked you how intense and amazing it was given that it held so many firsts for the two of you.

But if you were being honest — brutally honest — you weren’t happy with one part of your life with him. Your sex life was, by all means, healthy. The two of you typically screwed like bunnies in heat whenever you had the time, and even when there wasn’t time, you found a way. But there was something off. No matter how fast, how strong, his hips snapped into you, no matter how far he stretched your legs or made you beg for his cock, it felt off.

There was no reason for it to feel wrong! After all, he did leave you feeling like your body was made of putty! However, you could not shake the feeling that there was something off, that there was something terribly wrong with the two of you fucking like this, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you what exactly was wrong.

However, it was not the time to think about this, no, not at all.

After being gone from your shared apartment for over two weeks due to an extended undercover mission, you were more than grateful to be back in his arms. The second you had walked through the doors, Bakugou was on you. At first, he was coddling, his hands making sure that you weren’t severely injured, checking off whatever mental list he had despite you saying that the hospital cleared you.

“Those idiots still don’t know what they’re doing,” he grumbled, inspecting your body, checking for anything and everything that could be wrong. “Looks like they did a decent job this time…”

You smiled up at his grouchy face, the way that the creases in his face smoothed over when he ran his fingers against your skin made your heart flutter. But there was no rest for the weary; Bakugou shoved you over to the kitchen to force-feed your food.

Only after taking a shower and brushing your teeth did he finally allow you to kiss him, and fuck was it everything you’d been craving for days now.

There weren’t enough words in the world to describe the intoxicating sensation that was Bakugou’s lips against yours. The only thing you could comprehend is that while his lips pressed against yours, it sent this chill down your spine that you could never ignore. With the both of you awkwardly sitting next to each other, twisting your spine to continue this sensual make out sensation, Bakugou moved to press you against the mattress, obviously wanting this to lead to more.

You hissed at the feeling of the mattress against your shoulder blade, an aching bruise, unfortunately, disturbing the pleasure of making out with your boyfriend.

“Fuck, sorry,” Bakugou mumbled, dragging you onto his waist instead. You could barely remember what it was like to be on top of him, straddling him like this.

From what you’d explored and educated yourself on, men with Bakugou’s personality tended to stay on top. He had such a commanding presence — a demanding force that could never be ignored if you valued your life. Because of that, you had always assumed he would forever be on top, and to be honest, he hadn’t been proving that wrong.

He was always on top, commanding you with everything he did.

So it was weird to be straddling his waist the way that most people do when topping. But still, you were missing him, and your body burned with the need to have him in every single intimate way that night. You wanted to see his thighs tremble with suppressed need when your lips wrapped around his cock, the way his breathing turned ragged when he slammed into you from behind, contorting your body so that his chest was pressed into your back.

The thought of the euphoric sensations that you had been missing sent a lulling fire to your core, a pleasurable chill rolling down your spine. Grunting against his warm lips, you sighed when his hands pressed against your hips. Without really thinking it out, you moved your hips against his crotch, the feeling of his hardening cock beneath you, pressing against your core, sent shivers through your skin.

Again, you rolled your hips against Bakugou, and he stilled beneath you. It confused you, the way that his fingers loosened their grip against your waist as if he didn’t like what you were doing. Furrowing your eyebrows, you pressed your mouth harder against his, trying to ignite his aggressive nature. Your hips ground harder against his, the friction between your shorts and his jean pants making your core beat in time with your heart, and his boner even more apparent.

But he wasn’t moving.

You stilled finally, uncomfortableness filling you, a disturbing uneasiness scorching your veins because there was nothing in you that could explain what this was. Did he not like this?

“Don’t s-stop,” he growls, his fingers tightening against your waist. Your eyes widened, opening to look at Bakugou’s closed eyes and flustered face.

Did he like this?

Your lips were against his again, pressing hot and wet kisses against his mouth. Your eyes remained partially open, enjoying the way that his eyes scrunched close whenever you circled your hips in a spiral. Or the way his nostrils flared when you moved to slide up and down his clothed cock. Acting as if you were merely riding it.

His breathing became louder, and your grinding became more unforgiving to his small pleas.

Soon enough, you were rocking on his hips, the feeling of his hard cock throbbing between the layers of cloth thrilling you in such beautiful ways.

“B-Baby,” Bakugou hissed at a particular roll of your hips that shifted his cock to the side, your mouth was marking his neck, and a fire ignited within you at the way his pale skin flushed darker. “Fuck if you don’t fucking stop with that shit imma—”

“You’re gonna what?” you mock, your hands moving to press below where your ass was dragging against his jeans, hoping that you were palming where his balls were. “What’s gonna happen if I don’t stop, Katsuki?”

A rugged, near animalistic, moan escaped Bakugou’s pretty, bruised lips, his hands ensnaring themselves against your hips, his hips bucking wildly against yours. A thrill-like excitement fired through every nerve in your body when you came to counter his every move. A giggle tearing through your neck at the feeling of his throbbing cock against your blazing core.

“Holy fuck—”

“Do you need to cum, baby?” you coo, your hips now dragging and circling against his crotch faster than he could slam up against you, quickly overwhelming him. Your fingers threaded in his hair and pulled at the roots hard.

Your teeth gently nipped at his skin, and you watched his jaw go slack. A low, long moan escaped his mouth, his eyes fluttering open, but his eyes were rolled to the back of his head, keeping you from seeing the way his pupils were blown.

Slowly, your continuous grinding stopped, but a weird and wet sensation pressed into you. You were more than familiar with how it felt to have your slick against your panties, the cold warmth was familiar to you. But this was different; this was hot and seemed to be seeping into you. Pulling away, you smiled at the different sized hickies and bite marks on his slender neck before looking down at his crotch.

It was darker than the other parts of his jeans, and you realized with victorious cockiness that you had made him cum in his pants.

“Don’t,” he snapped, having seen your reaction and knowing that teasing was well on its way. Bakugou Katsuki, who could last for hours in bed, had cum in his pants from a mere prepubescent grinding in less than five minutes.

But what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t tease him?

Leaning down so that your lips ghosted the shell of his ear, you murmured, your voice dropping in pitch while your fingers roamed his tight chest.

“I didn’t know you were such an easy whore.”

You always thought you had a solid understanding of Bakugou. You bet that he would have slammed you over, while still being cautious of your injury, and slam into you until your toes were curling with your impending orgasm, his words sharp and heavy against your throat while he tried to prove his alpha male energy to you.

What you didn’t guess, what you would have never assumed once in your entire life, was that his cock would twitch underneath you, becoming hard once again. Intoxicating pleasure bubbled through your body when you looked at Bakugou, his vermillion eyes locking on yours in embarrassed lust. Your lips perked into a knowing smirk, the revelation of what had been wrong in your sex life coming to light at that very moment.

He was at a loss for words, but you?

Never.

“Who knew the great Bakugou Katsuki liked being talked dirty to.”

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It had been a long day.

After wrapping up with your dinner celebration with your friends, you were excited to get home. Bakugou hadn’t worked today, unlike you, and thus had been antsy for your arrival back home. You were in no rush, with the following day booked free for the both of you — something the both of you had agreed upon — you were taking your sweet time.

You pressed your apartment ID to the scanner, the pitched beep letting you know that you were able to walk in now. In you strolled, the small, powerful clicks of your heels hitting the shiny waxed floors echoed with every step. You greeted the reception desk with a little wave, continuing your walk to the stairs.

A small buzz of your phone letting you know that you were five minutes late. However, it made no impact on the way you strolled through the hallway of your floor, smiling courteously at your neighbors. Hell, you were so uncaring of your lateness that you even made some small talk with the elder who was hard of hearing next door to you.

Your hands remained in your trench coat, something you had been wearing all night casually after coming back home before the dinner engagement. With another ten minutes gone, you bid your neighbor goodbye before entering your apartment.

Typically upon arriving home, especially with knowing that Bakugou was home all day, you would take off your heels, place on your slippers, take off your coat, and meet him in the kitchen while announcing your presence. But not today.

Today was different.

The shiny marble floors were spotless and gleaming despite the darkness of the hallway. The soft clicks of your heels hitting the floor echoed in the hall, something shivered down your spine when you came across the only closed door in the apartment. With a single deep inhale, you opened the door, and you were met with the mess you had left behind.

“I’m home!” you called cheerfully with a silver lining of pride.

On the bed, sweating, muffled, and a cum stained Bakugou lay writhing on the bed top. On his eyes lay a blindfold, thick opaque black fabric wrapped tightly around his face. On his ears were noise-canceling headphones, most likely keeping him from hearing your entrance. In his mouth, say a gag that was wet with his saliva, the orange ball moving with every press of his tongue whenever he moaned. A gleaming black spread bar sat at his feet, his ankles attached to the black cuffs, and his wrists were also separated centimeters away from his ankles, leaving him pressed on his back, knees angled, showing off his angry purple cock. Even from the door, you could see the pre-cum dripping from his cock despite the snug ring around him. But of course, before you could truly enjoy the scene, you stepped closer to him, and then you saw it.

The black jeweled butt plug sat glittering in his ass, the low humming telling you that it was still, in fact, vibrating.

A victorious smile spread across your face; he had stayed like this without destroying a single toy.

Improvement.

Adjusting your trench coat so that your cleavage could be seen through the sliver of the fabric, you walked forward, grinning at the thought that he was oblivious to your return home. Strangled moans continued to perk from his mouth, not quite the loud reaction you wanted. Licking your lips, you nestled a knee onto the mattress, and the bed fell with your weight.

Immediately Bakugou snapped his head towards you. Even though he couldn’t see, you knew that if he could, his eyes would be glued onto you. Vermillion irises maroon with fury and lust, oh how your pup loved to act like he hated this when he loved it.

“I’m home,” you repeat, moving his headphones off his ears. Emitting from the speakers is the white noise that made your presence unknown to him when you had walked in. A smirk pulled against your painted lips, your body leaning close to his musky body, “Did you miss me?”

Your fingers dragged down his jaw, the muscle glaring under your gentle touch as if you were hurting him.

“Now now, pet,” you grin, seeing his body tense at the nickname. He hated that one. “I’m so glad that you managed to keep everything in one piece while I was gone!”

There was a rough grunt, Bakugou letting you know that he did not appreciate being left behind like this. But you didn’t care so much about his disapproval; after all, it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy being kept up like this, but more that you had teased the ever-loving shit out of him before whispering that you had plans and would be back at a later time.

Mimicking his muffled disapproval, your lips attached to his adam’s apple, the prominent muscle shaping your lips, bobbing in unheard ecstasy when you kissed him. Your teeth dragging against his sensitive skin so absolutely calmly that when red rises appeared on his skin, you chuckled.

“Aren’t you so fucking pretty,” you moan, your hands massaging your breasts through your trench coat, small sparks of pleasure coursing through you at the sight of his bucking hips.

He wanted more, he needed more.

“I left you for less than two hours, and you’ve cum... once... twice? Such a good boy—“ your fingers trace the underside of his twitching and leaking cock— “good boys deserve rewards, don’t they?”

Against your lips, you can feel his head nodding slowly. He was never one to admit defeat, not even in bed, such a fucking brat. Your body shifted so that you were now straddling his chest, making sure to avoid his throbbing and needy cock. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure of your slowly heating cunt; no, not yet.

“Moan once for me to take the blindfold off,” you articulate against his chin, your lips peppering soft kisses against his trembling skin. Your finger raked down his chest, treasuring the feeling of his tense and flexed muscles. Fuck, did they get you going. “Moan twice for me to take off the gag.”

And then there was silence.

You waited for Bakugou to make his decision, the clock in the room ticking softly with each passing second. But whereas your boyfriend was short of temper outside of the bedroom, you were short of temper in it.

Fisting your hands in his hair, you yanked his pretty ash-blond hair backward. His head snapped back, his neck perfectly visible to you. His skin was covered in red lipstick and bruises left behind by you. Again you watched his adam’s apple bob with his moan, and you took that as his answer.

“I had hoped you would agree about the blindfold, I fucking love the way you look at me when you’re a muted bitch...” you mewl in his ear taking victory in the way his chest heaves.

Your fingers moved behind his hair, the low muffled groan escaping Bakugou’s mouth when you unwrapped the blindfold from his head, sending a low throb through your body. Fuck, you loved him so much.

Vermillion eyes met yours, the angry red that summed up his personality so well, thrilling you with the lustful need that he will always deny. “Oh, baby boy, don’t you look like you need some help.”

The words leaving your mouth are teasing, and you’re not sure if Bakugou’s blinking rapidly in his attempt to adjust to the light or because he’s questioning you. Either way, it mattered not.

Your hand quickly located his hard and hot cock behind you, your fingers kneading the hard member while staring at his fluttering eyelids. “How many times did you cum when I was gone, ‘suki?” your hands are insistent against his cock, the twitching skin untamable under his torture and your ministrations. “Blink for me, tell me how many times you’ve cum!”

Bakugou glared at you, but it was like being frowned at by a child.

Empty.

Weak.

Submissive.

Your lips curved into a grin when he blinked once, heat spreading sinfully slowly through your body. Twice he blinked, and a shiver of excitement went through your body.

“I’m so proud,” you moan in complete seriousness. “You deserve to cum in my mouth... don’t you agree?”

While being dominant in the relationship, there were times where even Bakugou made you feel like the roles were reversed. His glare was intense, drinking in your clothed form on top of him. His vermillion eyes unshakable when you slowly peeled off the trench coat.

One silky smooth shoulder was exposed first, your breathing pitching because of his gaze. Then the next shoulder was exposed, and you felt his body shift under you as if he could tell that his gaze was influencing you. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, recompose yourself.

Your eyes slowly opened, your gaze hooded, low, in control.

Teeth digging into your bottom lip, you slowly peeled off the rest of the trench coat. His eyes widened, gagged words sounding from his mouth when you dropped the coat onto the floor.

On your body was lingerie: black, orange, and green.

It was Ground Zero inspired lingerie with a garter belt that looked similar to his own. His hips began to buck maniacally, an act that you knew all to well. He wanted you to press your sweet ass against his cock, give him the sensation to cum once again around the cock ring.

But you were still in control.

Your hand came harshly against his rib cage, a stinging slap that caused him to snarl against the gag. Drool angrily dripping from the corner of his mouth. Such a ferocious fucking beast, yet her he was being topped so easily. Who fucking knew.

“Don’t ruin your chances at having a good orgasm,” you warn menacingly, enjoying the way he shuddered in sickened pleasure when your tongue dragged from his chin to the tip of his nose, unfazed by the ball drenching in his saliva.

But it seems that your warning makes its way to Bakugou’s senses.

Sliding down his body, you smirk at the way his head thrashes back against the pillows when your body finally makes contact with his cock. You want more of that from him, you needed more of that from him.

“Now ‘suki,” you giggle when you find yourself at his feet.

Your fingers traced the backside of his thighs, occasionally brushing against the vibrating butt plug that made him react deliciously. Seeing him behave this way, knowing that it’s you making him feel this way sent that heated throbbing to your core. You could feel your slick expelling against your panties when his eyes stared at you, begging for you to do something other than caress his thighs.

“Fine, fine,” you giggle, your mood intensifying immediately.

Both your hands latched onto his cock suddenly, and Bakugou flinched against your hold. Slowly you removed the ring from his body, and his hips quivered with anticipated relief.

“Someone was eager for that to come off,” you playfully note at his wistful expression. A noise that could only be transcribed as: “well duh, you fucking idiot!” came from him, and you smirked.

Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. The angry purple head seemed to sizzle against your cold saliva, and the taste of his salty pre-cum, along with the dried cum on his cock, invaded your senses. Fingers continued to stroke and massage his throbbing cock, and your tongue pressed flat against the slit in his head. His yelp of overstimulation sent your body straight to heaven while your ass wiggled in the air.

Hollowing out your cheeks, you let your teeth scrape gently against his skin, and you knew he was singing your name.

Further, you went down against his length, the more your tongue wrapped around his girthy cock. Teeth dragging against the bulging veins on his member. If only you could really hear him scream your name, you wanted him to beg you to do what he loved most, scream your name until his throat was hoarse and your elderly neighbor would wonder what was going on in your room the next morning.

He did this to you, you wanted to do this to him. Please let this happen.

Your eyes locked with his fluttering ones, he was finding it hard to keep them open, and that was all you needed. Shifting your hand to the base of his cock, you willed yourself lower against his trembling hips. The feeling of his cock pressing further down your throat thrilling you, he wasn’t thrusting his hips, he was adhering to you.

But fuck was he thick. You could feel his cock stretching out your throat, the slick and heated skin almost imprinting itself against his cock. More, you willed yourself when your hand sharply twisted the base of his cock. An unrestrained scream of pleasure resonated from Bakugou, and his hips subconsciously thrust further into your mouth.

Tears pricked into your mouth while Bakugou pathetically thrust into your mouth, the spreader bar keeping him wonderfully in check. Your free hand shifted to his balls, grabbing onto the sack and gently kneading it. With one low groan from your throat, it was over for Bakugou.

His body stiffened underneath you, and fiery sticky hot cum squirted into your mouth, shooting straight down your relaxed throat. Moaning softly, you rose from his cock, strings of saliva attaching his body from yours.

Making an effort to show that you had swallowed his cum. His chest rose and fell with his ragged breathing, a testament to his suppressed orgasms this entire time.

“Delicious,” you coo, your eyes lids heavy when you stare at him. “I do wonder how much you’ll like this next one. But, for me to do that, I’m going to have to let you free from the gag...”

Your voice dipped with disappointment, there was no denying that you loved gagging Bakugou. Having him desperately try to engage in verbal war while fucking sent pleasurable waves through your core, but you knew you needed access to his voice for this.

Without much hesitation, you removed the gag from his mouth, and immediately he started yelling at you.

“Y/n! You fucking bitch! You left me

here for longer than you promised!” Bakugou spat at you, his chest heaving while he continued on his rant about disrespect. “I swear once I get out of these fucking stupid ass restraints, I’m going to— holy shit!”

“What were you gonna do?” you bat your eyes when you attach the nipple clamps on his protruding nipples. “Tell me, ‘suki, I wanna know!”

“You’re a fucking cunt,” he ragged despite the flush of happiness tainting his words.

“You’re fucking my cunt, that’s for sure,” you grin, adjusting the pillow so that he could see you comfortably.

“Shitty stupid woman, I’ll fucking kill you,” Bakugou growls at you, but that excitement in his eyes and body is undeniable. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Wordlessly, you picked up what seemed like a metal probe. It was cold in your touch and relatively thin, no bigger than led on a pencil.

“You remember our safe word?” you mumble, applying a generous amount of lube to the probe.

“Of fucking course I do,” he snapped, but his feet were clenched in his slight nervousness of the insertion.

“Good.”

Taking his once again hard cock, your finger circled around his urethra. The head of his cock had diminished from the angry purple to deep pink. With a final breath, you pressed the probe to the tip of his urethra and entered it.

The sound and image that Bakugou made the second the probe invaded his body was something you wanted to forever remember. The pitched moan of your name that sent his head digging further into the pillows, his face scarlet with undeniable pleasure. His tongue fell out of his mouth, his panting desire was so hot you swore you could see his foggy breath in the air.

Your fingers were now off the probe and watched as gravity did the rest of the work. It slowly entered, and the jittery cries of Bakugou sent fire to your core.

“You masochist,” you moan, your fingers shoving your panties to the side to feel the slick of your essence thick against your skin. “Of course, you would like this!”

No longer able to wait, your fingers plunged into your sopping heat, and you let out a strangled moan. Your walls clenched around your moving fingers, the pressure of your arousal alleviating at the sensation of your scissoring fingers. You imagined that instead, you were riding Bakugou’s cock well after he was fully overstimulated, a babbling, slobbering mess because of you.

You wanted him to scream that he was yours and only yours.

Your fingers slammed faster into you at the way Bakugou’s hips slammed into the empty air as if by doing that, he would somehow find solace in something hot and wet like your pussy.

“More,” he strangled out. The command caught you off guard, the feeling of your orgasm vanishing at his demand. “Fucking hell, do fucking more to me, please!”

“More?” you pant.

You two had broken the vibrator by accident last session, a reminder to you that you shouldn’t fuck Bakugou against the wall. His legs were more powerful than you had given them credit for.

Your fingers grasped the vibrating butt plug from his ass. The toy had been on its highest mode for the entirety of the night. A nod to how resilient Bakugou had been. And at the sudden removal, Bakugou choked his asshole clenching in its disappearance.

But you had a job to do.

Forgetting your dripping pussy, you pressed the vibrating plug against the head of the probe.

The primal scream that left Bakugou's throat almost made you cum on the spot, however. His hips bucked wildly against the vibration, wanting more, needing more.

“Such a needy bitch,” you laugh, thoroughly enjoying the way your sometimes a jerk of a boyfriend was begging for more. Pleading that he was yours, only yours. “Do you need to cum again?”

“Holy f-fuck,” his voice cracks, the spreader bar bending under his will. “Please let me cum, y/n, p-please let me cum — FUCK!”

Removing the probe, you simultaneously yanked on the nipple chain and watched in fascinated thrill when his cum spurted from the tip of his cock. But you were several steps ahead and had once again surrounded his cock with your mouth.

The thick and sticky liquid filled your mouth, but you didn’t swallow while Bakugou panted in an attempt to control his breathing. Sitting up, your finger traced the bottom of your lip, hoping that nothing spilled out. Crawling up over Bakugou’s body, your lips glided across his sweaty chest, relishing in the way he twitched against you.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you fucking jacking off watching me,” Bakugou points out as if that was enough to warrant away your ability to dom in this relationship. As if he wanted it back.

But you cared not about what he had to say.

Finally, you pressed your mouth against his, and he immediately stopped his verbal anarchy. His mouth was insistent against yours, begging for you to do more with your mouth outside of this virgin lip kissing. So you gave him what he was hoping for, your tongue pushed through your lips, the taste of his cum saturated heavy on your tongue.

His mouth opened to yours, and you finally allowed your jaw to go slack.

Slowly, his thick and heavy cum dribbled out of your mouth and into his. Your eyes hazy in lust and power, Bakugou’s hazy in his submission and desire. Your eyes were locked until the very last of his cum dribbled back into his mouth, and he swallowed it.

“Such a good boy,” you hum, your fingers massaging his pectorals while he swallowed his cum with a grimace. “Don’t you taste fucking delicious?”

His eyes open to look at you, dissatisfaction profoundly evident on his face. He never liked swallowing his cum until—

“Fuck that was so hot,” you sigh against the corner of his mouth, your lips pressing senselessly against him.

“Shut the hell up, that was gross,” he whimpered with as much bite as he could muster.

“But don’t you think you deserve to be rewarded even more?” you giggle.

Your fingers traced along the curved spreader bar; this was the fifth one that Bakugou had bent over the year. It was inevitable, of course, with how strong he was, and just how much you pushed him. But the sight of the bar that was sold under the pretense of not being able to be bent, curved as delicately as it could be made you shiver in excitement.

“Let’s get you out of this, baby,” you grin, pulling the restraints free from his body.

Bakugou slumped over on the bed, his body tense, and he groaned loudly at the freedom of being free from the somewhat limiting position. But while he was slowly adjusting to his newfound freedom, you were actions ahead.

Sliding off the bed, you reached for the harness and strap on that had been calling for the both of you for some time now.

Your eyes locked on his own, a smirk on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them tight around your thighs as you jut out your hip in a sultry fashion for Bakugou when it’s done. It’s tight against your legs, enough for you to feel the low throbbing of your heartbeat, but you enjoyed that feeling. Bakugou groans, his body sprawled out onto the bed as you saunter towards the bed.

Why did you look sensuous like that?

Bakugou feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down above him. “On your knees, bitch,” you whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.

“Like fucking hell, I will,” Bakugou barks, but he does as commanded.

Biting your lower lip, you stand up on the bed staring at Bakugou, who presses up off the bed and onto his knees.

Grabbing the cold dildo in your hand, and his chin in your other, you watched his lips curl into a snarl. Oh Bakugou, he never was one to submit even though he was quite the bottom.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours up,” you sigh, pressing the dildo against his mouth.

“Like hell, I will,” Bakugou grits with his teeth clenched closed.

“I wasn’t asking,” you snapped, pressing a nerve on his neck, which forced Bakugou’s mouth open and thrust your dildo in.

You shuffled your stance, nearing Bakugou. Your core throbbed deliciously at the sight of his hard cock in below you, and his scarlet cheeks intensifying with the thick dildo in his mouth. His large hands grabbed at your thighs as he stared up at you, vermillion eyes watering with his strained tears as you sigh contently. Rubbing smoother circles into his scalp, you watched as his pink tongue slipped out to lick the dildo’s tip. With a triumphant smirk, you pushed your strap further down his mouth, groaning as his cheeks hollowed, and his fingers grabbed your thighs tight enough they would leave bruises. He began to bob his head along the length, tongue swirling around the underside of the plastic cock, feeling the fake veins brushing against his moaning mouth.

“You can do better than that,” your voice was low, sultry, and taunting. Bakugou let out a growl that immediately set your core on fire, and you slipped the cock from his wet cave, making you groan as he fisted it into his broad palm, the sight incredulously hot seeing how he was pretending that it was real.

Bakugou moved his hands back to your thighs, and your fingers carted through his hair. His scalp was slightly sweaty, and you took pleasure in the way that his eyes fluttered closed periodically. But your fingers moved down stroking along his cheeks almost delicately, catching him by surprise. Your fingers slipped into his mouth. His eyes hooded over, his hot breathing and saliva coating your fingers while you run your fingers against his tongue. You groaned at the lewd position you were in, his intense eyes focused on every move you made. Your eyes lowered to his beading cock and smirked when his cock twitched in front of you. Your tongue flicking out of your mouth when he panted, the sight of the bead of pre-cum on his tip, making your pussy clench in anticipation.

“Look at you, you filthy slut.” you hum pressing your fingers roughly against his tongue, activating Bakugou’s gag reflexes instantly. Bakugou’s tongue delicately wrapped around your fingers, not sucking on it, because even if he was a brat, he knew better.

But you wanted to see Bakugou choking on your strap.

You removed your fingers from his mouth and grabbed onto his face, moving him closer to your length. Brushing the head against his tongue Bakugou moved against your hold, most definitely trying to get further on your strap. Slowly, spit began to gather at the corners of his mouth, so you laughed almost cruelly, “Desperate for my cock, aren’t you?”

“Like hell I am,” Bakugou snapped despite the desire cracking in his voice and ever so desperate in his eyes.

You laughed almost incredulously, grinning down at him when you pushed your cock inside his wet mouth, pulling it out slowly while you watched his eyelids close. You pulled his palm back, keeping your nondominant thumb in his mouth to land a slap against his cheek to keep him focused, it wasn’t half as hard as Bakugou was usually expecting from you, and he almost growled at the softness you were giving him.

You could change that.

You drove your dildo forward again, pushing it deeper within his mouth this time so that you could feel the familiar barrier of your length hitting the back of his throat. The motion causing his gag reflex to kick in as Bakugou spluttered against you. His fingers dropped to the back of your knees, his choking noises increasing with every slam of your hips. Your thumb kept his mouth wide open even while he was gagging continuously when you drove the cock further down his length. Each thrust had him reeling against your hold, drool slobbering out of his mouth as he tried to desperately breathe through your nose, groaning against the dildo’s length. It sent powerful vibrations along the dildo that you could feel even with the harness.

Bakugou’s eyes began to water at the slightly painful sensation, and tears slipped down his cheeks, your hips thrusting into him forcefully. “Take my cock so damn good baby,” you coo, and you gripped his hair tightly within your fingers, holding onto his roots so tightly that Bakugou cried in pleasure-filled pain. You stared down into his desperate eyes, and it fueled something primal in you, and so with your upper lip curling into a snarl, you shoved your entire length down his throat.

Bakugou’s eyes slammed open, the choking and gagging noises emitting from Bakugou’s throat with his nose buried into the harness made your cunt clench in need. You gasped in an attempt to control the throbbing pleasure you were having seeing him like this. “Relax, baby,” you instruct, your fingers moving down his neck. You could feel the way that his throat swelled with the dildo far down his throat. You laughed in mirth, his head pushing against your hands, but you were too delighted at the feeling of your dildo in his throat that you missed it.

“You look so beautiful like this,” your hands moved back to clutch his hair, fingers digging into his roots as you used it as leverage to push him against your length. “You love me face-fucking you, don’t you? Do you like it when I have you choking around it like some common slut? Such a whore for my strap.”

You pulled away from him, the pained breathing he made to recapture the lost air from his lungs sent goosebumps rising all over your arms. His choking moans vibrated around your length while he let you manipulate him. The wet sounds of the dildo in his mouth in works with the speed of your thrusting was enough to send your own eyes rolling back. This is what you loved.

Fuck.

But you needed to fuck him somewhere else.

Pulling away from his mouth, you shoved him onto his ass, “Hands and knees.”

Bakugou heaved for air, his chest ragging, but nonetheless, he shifted over to the position you ordered. Ass in the air, spluttering noises still heavy on his mouth.

“So fucking desperate,” you taunt, your index finger sliding past his tight hole. “I haven’t even fucking started fucking your asshole with my strap, and you look ready to cum.” You ease it in as Bakugou lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, savoring the way that his hot asshole clenches around your finger. How he was going to survive this thicker dildo was beyond you.

“Does this feel good, ‘suki?” you rhetoric, your finger curling within him, touching the soft walls of his rectum.

“F-FUck no, it doesn’t, oh my god, y/n,” Bakugou stifles a wail while he thrusts his hips out towards you, trying to fuck himself against you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Bakugou cries out your name as you begin to move it back out.

Your finger thrusts into him, and his hips tremble with resulting lust and need. Your hips shifting in your own excitement and discomfort from your own ignored need in the way he trembles. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Bakugou’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.

“This doesn’t e-even feel t-that gOOD!” Bakugou snaps while you work your fingers in a circle, and you don’t bother to respond back, choosing to instead slap his ass so hard that an imprint was left behind immediately.

He makes audible gawking noise, his spluttering dismissing his faux angered words. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh, pinching and pulling at his skin until his ass clenches rapidly against your fingers, and your name was a broken record on his tongue. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grabs his hard cock.

Bakugou let out a silent scream when you began to fist his length, the simultaneous activation of his cock and his anus making him drool. You watched his scarlet face pressed into the pillow, his eyes not focused at all in his pleasure with a puddle of drool, holy fuck did that make your clit throb. “You’re taking my fingers so good, whore,” you groan against his rippling back muscles, your teeth biting into the sensitive skin. “I hope this feels as good as you’re making it look.”

Bakugou spasms as your nails ripple against the puffy the walls of his hole. He’s nearly crying, and his pathetically desperate gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps so desperately it was almost impossible to say that it was anything but art.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend like this. Your heart hammered in your chest, the adrenaline rush of seeing Bakugou being unable to do anything but babble incoherently made your thighs scorching hot. Your other hand releases his twitching cock, flicking his beading tip as you pull back. Bakugou’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass again.

“Don’t worry,” you say, grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I hope you’re ready for my cock, seeing that you were barely able to take two fingers, I wouldn’t be surprised to see that you tap out of my cock.”

“E-Excuse me?” Bakugou pants, his eyes unfocused but still staring at you while you stretch your back out contently.

“Think it’s too big to fit inside you, Katsuki?” you taunt with a pout; your hand shows off the cock that’s thicker than his own dick. “Maybe I should’ve gotten a smaller one—”

“Fucking try it, I’ll make it fit.”

For the first time in a while that night, Bakugou’s eyes are full of determination and fury of being looked down upon.

“Good.”

Bakugou shudders when he whimpers softly, the noise setting a small shiver down your spine when your tongue presses centimeters above his asshole. It sent Bakugo almost slamming entirely onto the bed, and maybe next time, you would remember to eat his ass out. But you didn’t have that in mind for now.

“You’re doing so well,” you praise pressing the head of the black dildo onto his asshole, the head pressing into his clenching pert hole. Your grin widening when Bakugou’s hips stuttered beneath your, a failed attempt of getting you further within him and trying not to give out entirely on you. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.”

Bakugou’s husky voice lets out a splutter, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking entirely into his awaiting hole.

“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed, you’re normally such a loud bitch.”

One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pushed deeper inside him. Bakugou replied with pitched noise, his back muscles flaring with every small movement of yourself. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered utterly inside him, bottoming out entirely so that your thighs pressed against his ass.

But you do not wait for him to adjust entirely because he’s done this before, and he loves it when you’re rough. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and your hands find their reins in Bakugo’s hair, and with a small shift of your hips, you drive into him while slamming his head back. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Bakugou’s back arches more intensely then you’ve ever seen him arch before.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy!” He snaps, and you smirk, your thighs slamming heavily onto his ass, the spanking noises sending chills down your spine.

“Learn how to take my cock better first,” you taunt, and Bakugou dares to laugh, his head nodding in his emotional disarray.

“Make me.” Bakugou staggers as your hips roll into his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin accelerating your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it has ever been. You began to plunge your hips against him, your fingers yanking at his roots so harshly you swore that you were ripping hair clean off his head. But you were also lost in your admiration in the way that Bakugou moans loudly, obviously enjoying how you drilled into him. His hips slammed backward to meet yours, his ass bouncing with every thrust. You pant, one of your hands letting go of his hair to landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your boyfriend lets out sinfully ragged moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he mewls.

“You think I can’t make you?” you wonder, your nails scratching against the curve of his spine, watching the red mountains form on his skin due to your manipulation. “You really think that after all this that I won’t be able to make you cave to my will? Bakugou Katsuki, so fucking naive, and such a fucking little bitch.”

Your mouth perks into a prideful smirk, and Bakugou is creening again. Your fingers latch at the hair by the base of his neck, and you snap his head back, delighting in the way that he can no longer keep his eyes open, tears in his eyes.

“Please, baby, more!” Bakugou gasps as you shift your hips harshly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a few harsh bites against his spine.

“Fuck, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me,” you moan, uncaring about how your thrusts are becoming more and more sloppy in turn for the power you’re giving. Bakugou is so responsive to your actions that it’s stirring you on, shivers coursing through you while you could feel your essence beginning to coat your inner thighs. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as you mount his cock later.

You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head, to leave him lost of all and any words. To find the edge that will make him scream and drool and babble. The pitched, loud, and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice sends sharpness down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your boyfriend’s continuous whimpering stirring you on, because even though Bakugou was a sub, whimpering was often something he would never do. Your right-hand leaves his hair, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” you coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, y/n yes, let me fucking cum!” Bakugou blabbers, his eyes barely open, his face burying into the mattress as you fist his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him, the smacking of his ass against your thighs, an invigorating song. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“What if I think you don’t deserve to cum yet?” you challenge, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Bakugou pants his hips on a one-track mind while he continues pushing against the strap-on, fucking himself against you despite your stillness. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows.

Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand, your thumb rolling his head in the way that he enjoyed it the most. Bakugou’s spluttering incoherent yells fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continue to come out in his massive load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Bakugou collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.

Bakugou’s breathing rags from his position on his chest, his mind spinning from the intense orgasm. He can barely find his own breathing again while he lays there for what feels like an eternity.

But his solace in his harsh orgasms ends when you roll him over onto his back.

“You’ve cum four times, and I haven’t come once,” you inform him, the harness and lingerie dropping from your body while you push your hair back, staring down at your lover with lust hazed eyes. “I think you owe me one.”

Bakugou smirks, his eyebrow lifting in agreement, “I think I do too.”

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