#bakugo thirst

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. compression shirts & sweatpants.

about. hello u guys wanted me to finish this so i did lol !!!! i just can’t get the idea of him in compression shirts out of my mind ok enjoy !! <3

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. suggestive, making out, hickies, dry humping, bakugou being a huge tease, gn!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

“do you get off on this? dressing like a slut?”

after pushing his bread down into the toaster, bakugou stops mid-sip, his signature red riot coffee mug about a quarter of an inch away from the pink and plush curve of his lips. he looks over to you as if he’s an animal that’s been caught doing something it’s not supposed to. a deer in headlights if you will.

“hah?”

you clench your fists, the foulest pout you can muster spread thinly over your features like a veil, as a petulant huff escapes you. you pretend to be mad at the man for as long as you can, turning your head away from him with your arms crossed over your chest. but you can’t help it. you can’t fight it… your gaze trailing back over to him at a snail’s pace.

katsuki bakugou looks like a fucking god.

not only does the stupid black compression shirt he’s wearing highlight the slender accent of his hips and itty bitty waist — but it clings to every muscle in bakugou’s marble-carved body. you can see every bulge of his biceps and ripple in his backs, even down to his washboard abs. honestly, you count your lucky stars every day that you managed to sink your fangs into the blonde before anyone else did, claiming him as your own. you might have even thrown up if anyone got to see him lounging about the place in grey sweats the way you did, the material just barely sitting on his hips.

you have to swipe at your mouth to stop yourself from drooling when he puts his mug down and lifts an arm up high to put the coffee granules back in the cupboard — his shirt riding up just enough for you to get a good look at a slither if his his sun-kissed, diamond cut v-line and waistband of his boxers too. it’s like the guy is purposefully trying to kill you.

just the very sight of katsuki like this, probably fresh from his work out, has you in a shambles — breaking out into hot sweats, panting like a dog. someone might even think you’re sick.

katsuki pays your little tantrum no mind, crossing his arms and leaning his hip against the kitchen counter while he waits for you to finish.

“you look so good.” you relent eventually, shoulders sagging.

shaking his head in a fond manner, the blonde rolls his ruby framed eyes. “no, you look good.” katsuki coos amusedly, arms opening wide for you as you pad further into the kitchen to snuggle against his chest. although he’s taunting you and you’re playing right into his game, you will always love that katsuki finds little ways to compliment you and make you feel adored — you feel it as he presses the wisps of a kiss into the crown of your head. “you always do.”

“it’s not fair that you get to go around like this! wearing that and making me feel all—!” you wave your hands about eccentrically, a heated frustration burning at your nerve endings as you screech your feelings out.

bakugou smiles to himself, sexy and slow, barely jumping when his toast pops out of the toaster. he grabs it, holds the corner of his food between his rows of pearly white teeth and spins your positions so that he traps you against the kitchen counter. “gonna need some context, babe.” you think that he’s going to touch you but instead reaches behind you to grab at his coffee.

freaking tease.

it’s impossible to think clearly when your boyfriend is this close — his intoxicating musky scent of sweet sweat and cool toned aftershave making you dizzy. “i hate you.” you state indignantly, flopping against his chest and letting it’s plushness muffle your speech patterns. “you’re stupid hot. and a slut.”

“you slut shamin’ me, sweetness?”

“s’what you deserve. dressin’ like you don’t belong to nobody. like you belong to the streets.”

“i belong to you, baby. you know that.” chucking his toast onto the counter, the blonde swoops down to kiss you hungrily — tasting of freshly brewed coffee grounds and salt. of course he would get off to something like this. he’s got you right where he wants you, weak in the knees and melting in his arms.

you screw your eyes shut, squirming in place as bakugou steps back and guides your hand under his tight fitting compression shirt, overloading your brain with just how built he is. fleshy pecks and golden abs. he ends up keeping it rolled up so you feel hot all over. “i can get undressed if it makes ya feel better.”

you can’t help that your eyes drop back down to his cotton grey sweats — they’ve slipped a little lower, low enough for his sharp v-line and soft blonde curls from his happy trail to peek out from the waistband. if you squinted (not that you would need to) you could make out the outline of his semi as it brushes against your inner thighs.

this is it. this is the end. “it makes me feel worse actually. like i might die of thirst or something. especially if you don’t—“

“if i don’, what?” his hands are all over you now, splayed over your tummy, digging into your waist — he overwhelms you. pressing his body against yours until you practically feel him through your pores. bakugou is hot (physically, sure) but against you, your desire for him spreads like a heatwave through every inch of your body — from the tips of your fingers and toes to the top of your head.

“kiss me.” you breathe, a neediness seeded into your tone.

bakugou arches a blonde eyebrow, looking down at you cockily. “c’mere then, brat.”

he uses a finger and thumb to tilt your chin up towards him, leaning down to kiss you before tricking you with a fake out. just as you begin to whinge and complain, the blonde squishes your cheeks so you can’t wriggle away from him and licks into your mouth with a teasing laugh. he only kisses you fully when you grasp at his slender waist, feel him up from under his clothes and slip your hands over his ass — just bellow the waistband of his sweats.

“fuckin’ tease,” katsuki grunts, tugging on your lower lip with his teeth and sucking in your tongue.

a free hand wanders from his bottom, climbs up the rippling muscles of his back and tangles in bakugou’s sandy roots — fisting then as you drag him closer, working your tongue into his hot and welcoming mouth. “takes one to know one, kats,” you mewl into him, letting him swallow your satisfied gasps and squeaks.

every action, every groan and grope becomes rougher, needier, hornier — squeezing each other turns to grinding on one another until there’s no room for either of you to breathe and just as you move to shove your hand down the front of his boxers, everything comes to a halt.

you knock bakugou’s coffee over when he lifts you onto the counter.

“ow! hot!” you squeal, still tilting your head back to make room for the blonde at your neck.

he doesn’t stop, nipping at your skin. “yeah, so you’ve said babe.”

“not you, dummy!” swatting at your boyfriend, you push him off. “the fucking coffee on my ass!”

katsuki blinks, his lashes fluttering against the column of your throat while be peeks over your shoulder at the beverage spilling across the counter and seeping into your clothes.

“that’s what you get for callin’ me a slut.”

“oh…oh fuck you.”

“‘m trying babe.”

“fuck you. slut.”

“keep degrading me sweetness, ‘m kinda into that.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[bakugousolos]

Buying a dildo online on a whim while katsukis on a mission, because you’re feeling sooo desperate only for it to arrive a week after he returns.

“Who’s at the door?” Katsuki asks and all you do is shrug oblivious to what’s waiting for you. “What is it babe?” You question while he’s walking back in with a oddly rectangular box.

“I dunno, did you buy anything?” Followed by “Why the hell is this shit so long” and it feels more rhetorical than a plain question. Soon enough the box rips open and just after you realize what it actually is, he smirks and raised his hand high so you can’t reach.

“W-what is it?!” And he just smiles. “Katsuki im serious what is it!!” You pout and jump but you know you’ll only be able to reach the box if he wants you to.

“Nothing baby. You waitin’ for a package or sum’ ?” You pout again. “No…” is all you can come up with and it eats at you because his smirk grows wider.

“You sure?” But you just stop and stare because now he’s leaning down towards your much smaller frame with a 5 inch pink dildo in his hand after throwing the box across the room.

“Uh w-whats that doing here..?” “Well I’m not sure, you tell me because I know I didnt order a dildo.”

“M-me neither!! I swear!!” But you can barely get a third sentence out before he’s slamming you to the couch and ripping off your shorts.

“Yeah baby? M’ i not good enough?? You need this tiny thing to please yourself when you know damn well I’m right here ??” He asks, on top of you.

Anyways… part two !!

Happy reading !! (^_^*)

I might do a continuation - not too sure tho.

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day eleven: monsterfucking kink

>>> guys this one may be my fav day ngl...as you can tell by my blog's entire theme that this is my biggest and most violent fantasy i need dragon king bakugou in the worst way please oh my god please

>>> EDIT 10/11: MHA LEAKS OMFG THIS DROPPED THE DAY MHA LEAKS BAKUGOU IS BACK MY GLORIOUS KING!!!!

>>> starring: dragon king!bakugou x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: monsterfucking, bakugou is a hybrid, no prep, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, dark content, kinda forced marriage? mating bonds, uh, i think that's it. >>>wc: 2.9k >>> event masterlist

it was the new king’s coronation day, and as tradition demands, he shall have his pick of the finest women in his lands. you were brought forth amongst a host of other ladies deemed pretty enough for the young king to choose from. you were the only one of them that seemed irritated by the prospect, all the other girls were tittering and combing their hair while discussing their chances of being picked to be the dragon king’s new bride. he examined you all in a line, sneering at all the smiling and fluttering lashes—sending them crying from the room. he pauses on you, his gaze was stern and fiery but you didn’t hesitate to square your shoulders and meet it. he’s surprised; you don’t smile or extend your hand for him to kiss. you challenge him, you tell him with that strong set jaw and steel stare that you won’t be easy. he feels a pull on his heart, something he cannot yet explain. he likes you. 

you tilt your chin up, almost like you’re the one sizing him up. you’re so regal and amusing to him that his mind is made up instantly, but he gives you a few more minutes of looking him over, hoping to see some semblance of interest on your face. king bakugou was a hulking form of a man, towering above everyone in the room. they always were bigger than the normal humans, but he was larger than any of the dragon shifters you had ever come across. the room almost didn’t seem big enough to contain him, and it was his castle. his burlap trousers balloon around his lower half, but it seems there were not shirts big enough to fit the new king of dragons, only a long fur cloak that fastened with a golden dragon broach stretching across the broad expanse of his chest. he was tanned and scarred from years of flight and battle, and muscled even more so. he had hints of sparkling scarlet scales trailing along his collarbones with pointy teeth that alluded to his other form. his biceps bulged as he folded his arms across his chest, admiring you as you admire him with a satisfied smirk on his face. you didn’t throw yourself at him like the rest, and he doubted you would yet still, but you weren’t shy to let your eyes linger on him. he likes you. 

he smirks your way, grunting his approval. you were the perfect match. you certainly were the most beautiful creature of his kingdom, and your womanly figure assured him that he would sire several successful heirs with you. you captivated him and you had not yet spoken a word, though the young king could feel that fierce tugging on his heart again, something he now recognizes to be his mating bond the longer he looks at you and the stronger the feeling grows. 

“mine.” he says simply, nodding at you in content. his right hand man and fellow dragon shifter steps closer, handing his friend and king a fur pelt similar to the one he wears before retreating back into the onlooking crowd. the king unclasps the matching golden dragon, swinging the covering over your shoulders and snapping the jewelry back into place with a surprising nimbleness. this was the first of many gifts the king would dole out for his mate and queen, but this is the first one to mark you as his. you’re shocked to be chosen, convinced he would take your surveying for disrespect and brutalize you here to send a message— but alas, the most explosive dragon ruler in all the lands chose you as his bride. “you are my mate. we will marry in two moons. dismissed.” 

he looks over your head when he says this, ending the celebrations in favor of alone time with his chosen. his gaze has a hint of boredom to it as it glides around the room, red and fiery with unspoken strength and power behind them. you straighten yourself under the weight of your new cloak, bowing your head out of respect, albeit so quick it made the king exhale heavily through his nose as if to chuckle. 

“you are amusing, mate.” he says, extending a warm battle-worn hand to push your hair away from your neck. he lets it rest against your shoulder, smirking at how small you were compared to him. it was overwhelmingly apparent that he could do anything he wanted to with you, and you weren’t necessarily opposed to the concept. you started this day with immense rage and dread at having to go before the king and be selected like a prize horse. but he surprised you, even being every bit as brute and brash as everyone said he’d be, his eyes sparkled when they came across you. he declared you his mate—-a huge deal for a dragon shifter, and shrouded you in the engagement cloak without so much as a second thought. there was no arguing with the king, nor his mating bond. your soul was created to nurture his, and vice versa. he felt this snap into place instantly, as a mortal, you probably wouldn’t feel the strength of your connection for several days to weeks. it was an honor, one you couldn’t believe was bestowed upon you—but you certainly weren’t complaining anymore. “i like you.” 

you feel your body warm a bit from something as simple as his touch. he’s rough around the edges, and certainly doesn’t know how to be gentle or verbose, but his statement makes you smile warmly anyway. “thank you, my king. i’m quite amused as well.” 

he lets his hand slide from your shoulder all the way to your hand, clutching it tight as he brings it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. your scent makes his heart skip a beat, and he wonders if he can make it through the next two months without ravaging his sweet maiden. 

the days pass, slowly, but they pass. your king brings you several gifts and trinkets, filling your new chambers with tokens of his affection and fondness for his mate. the dragons were known for this, and your mate was the brightest and biggest of them all. so never did he go out to fly without returning with a clutch of presents. he was always so proud of himself as he showed them to you, shoving all the perfumes and jewels in your hands with a boastful grin. 

“i found these for you. wear them.” he grunts, roughly pulling you into his arms for a crushing hug. he was working on it, but he manhandled you on accident a majority of the time, not used to interacting with women. you were getting used to it anyhow, only giggling and nodding your acceptance, cooing at how beautiful all the gifts were. he preens in your praise, eager to earn the deep affection that the bond produces. 

you couldn’t deny that the bond was starting to affect you, as if you needed any help falling for the monster of a man meant to be your husband. he was kind and loving to you, and you couldn’t ask for much more. he was feared and revered, if you were dumb enough to cross him or his kingdom—soon to be your kingdom, then you earned the punishment of his hellfire tenfold. you wouldn’t find yourself begging for lives to be spared as you stand in the crowd while watching the king dole out sentences. he was brutal, and scary, vicious and primal in every way. his servants tremored in his wake, and though his people loved his protection, they feared his wrath. you were truly the only exception, and it was mystical for everyone to see the fierceness that abounds for his soon to be wife, his forever mate, his queen. and they could only hope your loving tenderness would tame the wild king. 

he took meals with you, showed you around his dreary and plain castle, easily agreeing to your every decoration suggestion and insisting you do whatever you want—this is your home now too. he even took you on rides in his gorgeous dragon form, letting you see how beautiful the sun setting over the kingdom was, flying you to different nations, journeying close to the seawaters so you could feel the salty wind on your skin. he forced himself to sleep in his own quarters at night, trying and struggling to abide by common decency. 

when your wedding day finally arrived, the king was more than ready to make you his queen officially—and then cart you to bed where decency would be the last thing on his mind. the ceremony is gorgeous, the image of you in your wedding gown was never to be forgotten on him, even though he couldn’t wait to rip it off of you. his brain had already geared into the darker side of things by the time you were being shown to your now shared chambers, and he could not resist his mate any longer. 

you weren’t faring much better. however this mating bond usually affected mortal women, it had you ready to climb your king like a tree. as soon as the doors were closed, he was on you, shoving you backwards while hastily tearing at your dress. you assist him in getting it over your head with only minimal rips in the fabric. you can’t bring yourself to care as you fall back on the bed with his body covering yours like a blanket. he’s snarling, but he’s not angry, just eager and too impatient to think about all the lessons he’s learned in being gentle. he scoops you up and tosses you up towards headboard, and you swear you can see steam billow off his form as he eyes you down, watching you lay and spread for him. 

“it’s been hard…waiting for you.” he complains, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the floor. the moment is so intense, you can feel the air thicken, smell the need permeating the air. he’s breathing heavily already, tugging at the weaving strings keeping his pants closed. your breath hitches when you see his scales glisten in the moonlight, the outline of his cock pressing against the troublesome burlap material. you pant out and nod, knowing the growth before you was only the first hint of what he had to pleasure his mate with. dragon shifters are larger than mortal men in every way, reflecting their dragon status in several different physical markers along their bodies, scales along their collarbones and spines, long mane-esque hairstyles, and of course their cocks. he steps out of the clothing, his massive leaking dick slapping up against his abs with a loud smack, you moan. 

his ashy patch of hair and the scarlet scales glistening against his hip bones direct your attention to the monster cock you married. he’s long, thick, curved, lined with veins and a throbbing pink tip leaking his pre-cum in droplets on the bed. it was easily half the size of his thigh, both length and width wise. he fixes himself on the bed, shredding your panties with sharp talons and eyeing your tiny hole. he has all the intentions to stretch you a bit, to get you soaked to accommodate him but when he looks back up at you, you’re drooling. 

you can’t imagine how good that’s going to feel inside you. all the times you had touched yourself out of curiosity or even genuine horniness would hardly compare to this, to the man it’s attached to—the way he watches you like a predator tells you there was nothing in this world that would prepare you for what he was about to do to you–what you wanted him to do to you. “i know…” you say after taking a deep breath, reaching for his face. “i’ve had to wait just as long.”

you squirm in place, lidded eyes flickering from his endowment to his eyes and then back again. “just wanna feel my king…i know you’ll fill me up so well.” you coo, batting your lashes. 

he’s not in the right mind to banter with you, the only thoughts crossing his brain at the sight and scent of you was to ravage. he grips your hips tightly, trying to will himself to be stronger and give his new bride the treatment she deserves. he should prepare you like a gentleman, but unfortunately the young king is unable to will himself to be gentle. you seem to read his mind, nodding and spreading your legs a bit further, allowing him to get settled in the space you provide. he wastes no time in lining up with your entrance and bottoming out. he knows it’s sadistic that he enjoys the way your eyes cross at the sensation, the burning and splitting stretch ripping a sob from your throat. you clutch at his arms, the natural slick you produced just from your own anticipation aiding him in the glide. he stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him so he can also adjust to the feeling of your virgin pussy gripping him like a hand-tailored glove. he can’t fight the groan that leaves his lips, mindfully keeping his talons retracted as he rakes his hands over your plush stomach and wide hips, stopping to paw at your thick thighs and fat ass. he’s already rendered speechless, only able to grunt and groan as he starts to move, putting your legs up to his shoulders as to not face any resistance. you cry out at the new angle, absolutely feeling the searing heat of him splitting you apart, but you love it. you move your hips against his, head digging back against the pillow at the newfound pleasure.

it’s so hard for him to go slow, especially as you fuck yourself into him and cry out for more. your body takes him so well, as it was designed to, but he still didn’t expect it to feel and look and sound so good. he can see himself in your stomach, the spikes along his base curling into you and hitting every spot so well. you didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good, his cockhead drilling into your womb so hard it has the corners of your vision turning white. 

he’s growling, unable to repress his animalistic side completely. he leans forward, snapping his hips to yours as your wanton moans fill the room. he lets his tongue lave over your neck, making you gasp out at the feeling. “mate–i need to mark–bite..” he rumbles in your ear, goosebumps rippling over his body when you whine out and nod. 

“please! bite me, got those teeth f’r a reason—” you plead, your small hand guiding his face to the crook of your neck. your eagerness makes his cock twitch, your enjoyment paramount to him just as much as claiming his mate for the first time. he abides by your wishes, sinking his teeth into your flesh and clamping down, feeling you do the same around his dick. you moan out, clawing at his back with your own kind of talons. he can’t stop, driving bruises and bloody spots all along your neck and chest. he’d never go too deep even in his lusty haze, his primal instinct to protect his other half would never allow him to cause permanent harm. he admires his work, “pretty mate, my teeth marks.” 

he grunts out, gripping your hips and roughly turning you over, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you into a deep arch. you scream at the new angle, some blood trickling down your neck and pooling between your breasts. he’s entranced by the shape of your body beneath him, how his hands take up your entire waist and the way your ass ripples as he hammers into you. you’re struggling to hold your body up under the force of his thrusts, gripping the covers beneath you for dear life. he reaches around your hip, locating the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. your hips falter when he presses his touch to your clit, a little sob coming from your lips as you begin to fall apart. 

“pretty. coat my cock.” he grunts, cock jumping again as you nod and fall forward, your pussy spasming around him like crazy. he feels the rush of you, sending him shuddering towards his end too. “g’nna take my heirs.” he groans, slamming your hips back into his as he spills into you for the first time. 

he pulls out quickly to gather you up in his arms, laying on his back with you protected by the expanse of his chest. you’re incoherent as his seed trickles out of you, and as bewitching as the sight is, he wants you to give him several warrior princes and princesses. so he slides his hands between your legs and chuckles as you jerk when you feel his fingers stuffing his cum back inside. you whine, so sensitive but yearning for all of his touches. he grunts a bit, leaning over to smooth your tousled hair and gently kissing the bruises and shallow wounds he gave you. his kindness touches you, and you relax into his body with a grin, knowing he would hold you to his heart’s content and then have the servants run a bath for the new dragon queen.

[adoringmha]

bakugo x f!reader • nsfw

bakugo is the type to actually get mad when you don't kiss him back while he's fucking you. and it's not even that it's a conscious choice you're making to piss him off. he's just pleasing you so well that you can't even think, let alone control your moans enough so you can kiss him back.

his cock is pounding into you so good, making you moan and whimper with every thrust, hitting every spot that makes you melt. his body is pressing against yours, pinning you down underneath him so all you can do is lay there and take it.

he's kissing you nice and sloppy, but still full of love and most of all possessiveness. he's licking into your mouth, hungry for more and admittedly selfish enough to just keep taking what he wants.

but when your head drops back, mouth going slack as you let out more sounds, he feels proud and smug that he's making you feel good, of course, but another more carnal part of him is mad that you're depriving him of what he wants, what he needs.

he'll practically growl at you, grabbing your face with a big hand, forcing you to look at him, your eyes basically rolling back.

"don't make me have to ask. be a good girl and kiss me back."

[writingwhileblvck]

This man will say the most out of pocket things to you, like just out of the blue, completely unprovoked, and then just go on about his day like nothing happened?

Like yall could be grocery shopping, right? And your just minding your own business, trying to find something to make for dinner, and then this fucker comes up behind you talking about some

"your ass looks so good in those shorts babygirl, and when we get home it'll look even better when it's bouncing on my dick"

Then he'll just kiss your cheek and walk away, LIKE????? Sir what am I suppose to do with this information?? We are in public can we please have some decorum.

Or like y'all could be studying, and the location doesn't matter because this man is a menace. He'll just be leaning back in his chair just dead locked staring at you, and when you finally ask him why he's staring he'll say some shit like,

"Cause I'm imagining eating that sweet little pussy right here on this table"

HUHHH??? Like how am I suppose to finish what I was doing now? Now we got to go home so you can deal with this problem you created.

Bakugo, Kirishima, EREN JEAGER, Simon Riley,

[doumadono]

Congrats, congrats 🎇🎇🎇👏🎇👏👏

May I have nsfw ❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address ❜ with Bakugo or Dabi (both perhaps 🥺) in a blurb format, with female pronouns?

"You belong to me" - Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, dom!Bakugo, oral (m receiving), fingering, rough p in v, dirty talking, Bakugo is aged up 21+, f!reader

Synopsis: Bakugo uses you at his whim

A/N: thanks for your kind words! ♥

MASTERLIST

You feel a surge of nervousness as your stomach tightens, anticipating what he might have planned as punishment. Throughout the last two rounds, Katsuki had pushed you to your limits only with his tongue and calloused fingers, resulting in a climax without his consent.

Your mind races through various possibilities, knowing he's been eager to explore new experiences. However, your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the sound of Bakugo fumbling with his belt. Relief washes over you, assuming he's preparing to use his cock on you finally.

Eager to feel his touch, you arch your back as much as the restraints allow. However, you're taken aback when Katsuki surprises you with something different. You let out a yelp, caught completely off guard, as he snaps his belt across your ass. The strike isn't overly harsh, but it leaves a rosy mark. He gently caresses your ass cheek and lets out a soft groan before uttering, "Good girls don't cum." Smack! "Good girls understand they don't deserve release." Smack! "Good girls know they must remain denied." Smack! "Ready to be used." Smack!

His breathing intensifies as your winces and groans grow louder. Each smack lands with perfect precision, causing you to jerk and yelp intermittently. Handprints and belt marks begin to show, your skin becoming raw from the impact. He runs his hands over the marked areas, spreading your cheeks apart to observe how aroused you've become from the spankings. Sliding a hand between your legs, his pointer finger glides along the crevice between your pussy lips until his thumb rests over your pussy, while his fingers linger just at your clit. He smears your wetness with firm but gentle pressure, causing his hand to become entirely soaked from your excitement. "Look at you, princess, so fucking wet, just for me."

All of the spanking has caused your cunt to clench. A string of grool hangs under your clit, connected to the bed below you. Bakugo firmly places his thumb inside and grips you, delivering a decisive smack with the belt on both cheeks. Your moans grow louder as he acts according to what he believes you deserve.

He tastes your juices off his hand before he shoves his fingers into your mouth for you to suck them clean. When you've licked up all you could, he smacks your ass again before sliding his middle finger deep in your pussy. "That's it, doll. You know how to obey, huh? Such a good slut. Such a naughty whore." He curls his finger inside of you as you moan and squirm in pleasure. Bakugo is now fucking you with three fingers, pushing them deep.

Feeling satisfied with the sloppy aftermath you are, he unzips his pants and jerks his cock off a bit, then flicks his tip over your clit only a few seconds before sliding it up your slit, scooping up your juices. "Yeah, that's it, doll! You take my cock so fucking well," Bakugo grunts. He begins thrusting with intensity, emitting loud growls as his firm grip on your hips exerts enough force to potentially leave marks. As he takes you in a doggy style, the impact of his hips causes his balls to make contact with your slit. Bakugo's pace is strong enough to make entire bed rock with all of his thrusts.

"K-Katsuki!" You scream. "Slow… Slow down! I can't…"

Soon, however, as he approaches the climax, Katsuki retreats. Then he moves to the side of the bed, positioning himself near your head. Firmly, he presses on your nose, prompting you to breathe through your mouth. When you open it to take a breath, he thrusts his cock in, making you gag. The sound from your throat makes him groan as he thrusts his entire length down and then back out to let you breathe. "Suck it, bitch. Suck that cock. Worship that fucking cock. Yeah, that's it, that's good. Good, slut."

"You want gentle? Wrong fucking address, princess!" Bakugo delivers a hard smack to yur left buttock, increasing his pace; he firmly places his hand at the back of your head and presses it down against the mattress. "Behave, doll!"

Again he shoves his cock balls-deep down your throat and holds it tight, "Ngh! You like that? I want you to taste yourself. Taste how much your desperate cunt craves it." Katsuki pulls his cock out so you can catch your breath before he shoves it back into your mouth at full length. "Fuck! Fucking bitch! You can't beg to cum with a cock shoved down your throat. That's the only way to shut you up - to fill your slutty throat with a fat cock." He firmly grasps a handful of your hair and intensifies his actions.

Your drool beginning to leak past his shaft and down your chin.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so warm and slippery. Nghh! I know you like it, you mouth getting fucked rough!" Bakugo muses, throwing his head back with a growl escaping his lips. He groans from the extra stimulation. "Ngh, fuck, baby! M'gonna cum! Oooh fuck!" He forces his entire length down your throat.

You gag and squirm as he fills your throat. You feel his cock twitch and shoot rope after rope of his seed down your contracting throat. Once most of his load is down your throat, he pulls back, letting you catch your breath. Bakugo strokes his cock to wipe off some of the saliva, and wipes it on the sheet in front of your face to make sure his scent sticks right to your nose. "Remember, princess, you belong to me."

divider by: @cafekitsune

[shaisuki]

just thinking about pro! hero bakugo katsuki fucking chubby reader-chan senseless after surprising him, wearing a ua cheerleader outfit during their high school days.

oh, katsuki goes absolutely feral after seeing reader-chan in that outfit and it brings back memories about those sleepless nights where he first laid his eyes on you wearing that cheerleader outfit.

with every fiber of his being he wants you completely naked but he makes exception in your cheerleader outfit. it was one his filthy fantasies to fuck you in one and he ain't wasting no time in pinning you down the floor.

he only flips your skirt so he can access your pussy, already dripping with slick from the roughness bakugo is giving you. the top of your clothing is surprisingly untouched wanting him to fully fuck you in the glory of the cheerleader outfit you wore and goddamn, katsuki's already losing his mind.

the green and orange of the outfit bringing your complexion into gorgeousness as he fucks you in that outfit.

katsuki grabs every handful flesh he can grope as he thrusts his thick cock into your tight cunt.

"fucking mine. you really like testing me, princess. wearing this clothing and this is what you get and you fucking love it."  he growls. his hips bucking wildly which made you cry out and katsuki smirks continuing his assault in your fat cunt.

your legs wrapped around his torso, toes curling at the intense pleasure. katsuki doesn't stop from thrusting his cock inside you, barely taking a break and he sped up. his hands gripping your wide hips as he drilled into you.

he burns the sight of your body jiggling under him. the ripples of your stomach, the bounce of your chest and the look of your face. so fucking cute from all the fucking he's giving to you.

thighs shaking from wave after wave of pleasure he's bringing to you and you feared you won't feel a thing of your legs after this.

it continues like that for hours and you lost count on how many times katsuki fucked you full of his cum, your orgasm coming again for the nth time and you only closed your eyes. cunt clenching snugly around his cock. your orgasm bringing you into euphoria.

your cum coating his cock along with his and it drips down to your ass and katsuki loved every moment of it. it was moments later before katsuki came as well.

katsuki doesn't pull his still hard cock, letting your cum-filled pussy warm his. katsuki moved the stray hairs that sticks in your face. kissing you with such passion and desire. tongue gnashing with yours before separating. a string of saliva connecting yours to his and katsuki smirks before swiping it with his arm.

"you really know how to cheer me up, princess. don't worry that pretty head of yours, princess. i'll take care you." he said, his lips twitch into a smirk and you already knows what it means.

"i know you have another round for me, princess."

[neonbubby]

⭐︎・wake up right — bakugo k. mdni ; drabble

authors note: my anxiety has been getting worse lately and writing drabbles is my only comfort so enjoy!

content warning: morning wood, slight thigh fucking, lip biting(?), choking, mutual masturbation.

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Daydreaming about you waking up to the feeling of Bakugos morning wood between your legs . Craning your neck to see your handsome boyfriend behind you is still deep in slumber.

Bringing one of your hands down to your plush thighs and lightly stroking his puffy pink tip as it oozes with pre.

Him whimpering into your shoulder as he sleeps, and you start rubbing your thighs back and forth. He starts lazily thrusting his hips into your touch.

But when he awakes he's holding your waist with one hand and rubbing your swollen clit with the other, whispering into your ear, “turn around ‘n face me.”

Taking your lips with his once you turn around, neither of you caring for morning breath, his hand that had previously been holding your waist was now down at your sex. His ring finger pushing at your entrance.

You squeeze his tip gently, watching as more pre oozes out and you start jerking him off. Your bottom lip between Bakugos teeth as he starts thrusting his finger into you, soon adding a second.

You're getting louder and your face is flushing red, your mouth falling open and you eyes shutting as your near your first high.

Bakugos fingers start pounding relentlessly inside of you after he adds a third finger. The hand previously working on you clit was now gripping your throat, making your eyes shoot open.

“Keep looking at me with those pretty eyes baby” is all he says before you're coming all over his fingers, your walls clenching around him.

The lewd face you make has him thrusting up into your hand like some horny teen, he's hiding his face in the crook of your neck and giving you love bites to hide his whimpers as he comes undone.

reblogs, likes & feedback is always appreciated! reqs are open!

[ryva]

I can't stop thinking about kissing Katsuki during sex. how he slows but deepens his thrusts to bring your face to his and look into his eyes. having his warm lips on yours, making you even more out of breath. grabbing your face and keeping your head there. resting his head in the crook of your neck as he hits that sweet spot

[darkmajesty-xo]

up way past my bedtime and the urge to play in Katsuki’s ass is high. don’t judge me too harshly because “the freaks come out at night” or whatever the old folks say

18+ MDNI| tw! prohero!bkg , erotic massage, anal fingering , rimming , dubcon if you squint i suppose

bakugo didn’t really know what to expect when he booked your services.

he’d been having a rough few weeks with villain attacks and pr issues leaving him extremely stressed and irritable. deku suggested that he give you a call, stating that he’s a regular customer and you often help him unwind. he also emphasized how discreet you were; which was a plus for katsuki cause he valued his privacy.

you did in house visits, which was convenient because he didn’t have to worry about extras recognizing him and asking for autographs.

a makeshift massage parlor, fully stocked with various oils, scented candles and ambient music, was set up in his living room thanks to your compartmentalization quirk. it all looked very professional, you even wore white scrubs to top it all off.

he was a bit skeptical when you asked him to undress and lie facedown, hating to be in such a vulnerable position, but you endured that it was all apart of the “process”.

doubt started to creep from his mind when he first felt your fingers graze his back. his muscles tensed and flexed at your touch. he sighed softly as you worked the corded muscle of his upper back with your palm.

you massaged down to his tailbone, being sure to pay extra attention to his previously identified problem areas. then you went down to his feet, working your fingers through his toes and up his calves then thighs before your were palming the globes of his ass.

it was unexpected but he allowed you to call continue your ministrations without interrupting until he felt his cheeks part and your finger slide up the crack of his ass.

“oi! whaddya’—

“just relax, mr. dynamight. it’s all apart of the process”.

he wanted to object but then he felt something cool and wet teasing his hole.

bakugo blushed a fearsome red as your tongue slithered against his asshole. it felt weird but oddly satisfying. you glided over the puckered rim, dipping in ever so often. a full shiver ran down his spine when you spit on his asshole and sucked it back up.

“how are you feeling, mr. dynamight”?

“s’good. so fuckin’ good”.

you hummed in satisfaction, bobbing your head up and down to thrust in his cute pink hole. he was dangerously close to cumming when you pulled away. he whined at the loss of contact but it was short lived. soon he felt something firmer prodding at his rear entrance.

it was a tight fit but with the help of the massage oil your finger glided effortlessly in and out of his puckered rim. you swirled the digit around his walls, paying attention to all the spots that had him bucking into the massage.

katsuki back arched lewdly when you added another finger. you smacked the supple fat of his pale cheeks while your fingers fucked into him. you continuously spanked him, enjoying the way the skin darkened under your palm.

the wet schlick of katsuki’s sloppy hole filled the room. your fingers slammed into his prostate over and over. when you curled your fingers just right he finally blew his load all over the table.

he hated to admit it but that fucking deku was right— he felt so fucking relaxed. he’d be sure to give a good tip.

[undersero]

Listen I really just think that Katsuki really takes the time to fuck you properly and hit and nudge every nerve and get you completely satisfied and limp because if he doesn’t do that then he’s not done, he has more work to do

[tteokdoroki]

bkg jerking off over you while you sit there and look pretty🫶🏾

☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. expressive.

about. bakugou never gets good at controlling how his emotions sit on his face — especially when he’s close to a well earned release.

warnings. minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact! smut, vaginal sex, squirting, pulling out as a contraceptive method (don’t do this), male masturbation, cumplay, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, slight overstimulation, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

i imagine that bakugou never really gets good at controlling his facial expressions. usually, it’s super easy to tell when he’s pissed, because he has his fangs bared and his thick, dark eyebrows pinch together at the centre of his forehead. when he’s sad, he’s either unconsciously frowning or pouting — which isn’t an uncommon sight if you think about it. when he’s happy or calm, there’s a light that reflects in his ruby framed eyes to the point where they shine across a room, his soft lips upturned into a small smirk with not a trace of doubt laid across his face. 

you think, however, that katsuki is most beautiful when his body is hung over yours and he’s about to cum.

“you cummin’ baby? y’ gonna make a mess on my cock. milk your cock f’me?” you love how strained the blonde’s voice gets when he’s close, caught in the ridges of this throat and pierced by the occasional high pitched whine here and there. katsuki always makes sure that you get there before him, fumbling with your swollen clit nestled between your soaked puffy folds — using the tips of his fingers to catch whatever viscous track of juices slips out of you and around his throbbing girth before he rubs it back into the little nub. 

the air feels like it been sucked out from his lungs when your wet pussy selfishly sucks him in, clenching down on every ridge as if she doesn’t want to let go. your eyes disappear into the darkness of your skull, mouth lewdly hanging open wide enough for bakugou to spit into it. he immediately licks into your mouth afterwards, languidly rolling his hips into you with vicious wet smacks to the same tune. 

he roughs you up with spit swapping kisses, hardly giving you any room to breathe. you cry and gasp into bakugou’s open mouth, sucking on his tongue and filling him with your salacious siren’s song that only gets higher and higher with each step you take towards orgasm. he follows each movement of your mouth like he’s after the pied piper, chasing the heat of your tongue against his while his rough hands work you into a mating press — legs thrown over his shoulder and cock so deep inside you, you can practically feel him in your throat. 

his lips feel like heaven, pillowy and plush as they move with yours expertly, knowing just how to kiss you — eliciting a bright fire in your lower tummy that sets you ablaze from the inside out. squeezing around every blue, pulsating vein that twists its way around bakugou’s fat, milky shaft, you take what your given and squealing as it hammers into your g-spot over and over and over again until your mind blanks he’s claimed rule over your every thought like a barbarian fighting over land. 

“k-kats! daddy — ‘m gonna,” you drool the words across his open mouth like an erotic flash flood, your sanity dwindling into nothing and your resolve crumbling — he works into your sopping heat, stretching you open,  pounding away at that embarrassingly creamy cunt, just brushing at your cervix. poor you, you can’t help but sob at the unruly rhythm, your mount licking and unlocking to accommodate for the curve of katsuki’s dick that fills you up just right. 

it’s not long before your body fails you, and you’re cumming right then and there. white flashes behind your eyes and drowns out your vision, a scream of your lover’s name loudly rips through you while your release trickles out of you unexpectedly.

“shit, that’s it. all over me, all fuckin’ over me.” bakugou punctuates each of his breathless words with a sharp thrust into the depths of your squelching insides, watching the way you gush and stream around him and onto the bec with a hung jaw and drool seeping out of the corners of his mouth. once you’re spent and fucked beyond, he pulls out slowly — both of you mewling at the cool air on your hot and raw sexes.

now, you both know that pulling out isn’t an effective  method of contraception — but you’re both young and dumb and kid on believe in fate. but it doesn’t make it any less hot when katsuki pumps his dick over you to get off.

your boyfriend wastes no time in grabbing hold of his cock — sticky and glazed in everything you had to offer him, dripping with precum that helps guide the slick movements of his palm along his pretty shaft. you’re so pretty, covered in love bites and sweat and cum, lying there with big dizzy doe eyes — of course it’s going to rile him up. katsuki fucks his fist with an insatiable wanton, squeezing the base where you’ve left a foamy ring if your cream on him, to stave off his orgasm just so he can look at you a little longer. 

“show me your pussy baby, wanna see how much i’ve ruined you.” he heaves through the fog of desire carried in the vibrato. it shakes when you peel your doughy thighs apart — stuck together by clear ropes of your gooey release 

“i want you to cum for me, baby.”

bakugou presses his nose into your shin, a light blush dusting the bridge of it along with his cheeks. “i know, sweetness. ‘m gonna — fuck. g-gonna give it to you.” he stutters out, running a thumb through the seedy slit of his cockhead. you feel like you could cum again just from watching bakugou get off to the vision of you — his lips drag along your inner shin as well causing warm breath to coast along your salt-licked skin until you’re shivering through your aftershocks in anticipation. so you dip your fingers between your legs to spread your ravaged folds, circling your abused hole to give him a good look at the damage he’s done to you.

“please katsuki,” you gasp, teasing him just a little by playing with yourself to the same pace that bakugou jerks off with . 

the blonde chokes back a pathetic sob, letting go of his achingly hot and heavy dick to let it thud against his tummy. he’s always been blessed, the sight of katsuki’s length is mouthwatering enough as it is — but seeing it bright red and shining under the yellow light, covered in a thin layer of white to show how turned on he is, is reward enough for you. 

he’s so wet and heavy, oozing at every opportunity he gets — smearing a trail of precum along his manuka honey skin. “you drive me fuckin’ insane, my baby’s tryna kill me,” bakugou slurs over the drool collecting in his mouth, spitting down onto himself which only adds to the lewdness of the situation. “wheredya want it, hah?” dewy sounds of bakugou fucking his own, soiled palm mask his shaky breath, his hips ramming forward and never letting up on their urgent rhythm. “you want me to paint that pussy, white?” leaning forward, he taps his red-hot tip against your overstimulated sex — nearly busting.

“you like that? so fuckin’ naughty, maybe you wanna get all knocked up ‘n filled up by me,” he goads, pressing his cock head against your entrance before going back to jerking off — bat the way your whole body joints from the idea of ‘accidentally’ being bred.

“or do you want me to fuck that angel mouth of yours, get a taste of me?” he speeds up, chasing that innate desire to cum, throwing his head back while a needy groan escapes from the cage in his chest. “m-maybe i should cum on those pretty tits, maybe your face. show you how much i love you. how would you like that, baby?”

his sinful suggestions lull a weak moan out of you as you rut upward, letting katsuki push his slick cock through the remainders of your release still trapped between your folds. shaking hips, you hear the blonde hiss at your warmth around him while he pumps himself harder and faster, losing pieces of himself to you. leaking all over you.

“let me have it, katsuki. cum for me, wherever you want.” you command him wistfully, following through when his colourful curses turn to airy and dreamy moans — hot spurts of viscous seed shooting from his tip over your quivering mound and soft tummy, claiming your body as katsuki’s prize. you’re in love with the way his face twists, his crimson eyes wet enough to reflect their colour like a kaleidoscope,  his pink lips bitten until cherry red and wet with his own tears and sweat,  his soft blonde hair matted to the sweat that pearls against his forehead. 

katsuki looks like an angel when he cums. 

“fuckin’… holy shit, i fuckin’ love you so much.” bakugou cries as he cums, collapsing over you smaller-than-his frame as the aftershocks wrack through him. you push your fingers through his sweaty locks to bring him back down, soothing the static ringing in his ears as the rest of his orgasm smears against your inner thigh. “y’so pretty baby, jus’ go fuckin’ insane watchin’ you cum hard f’me like that.” he breathes, lashes fluttering against your neck.

kissing the side of his head, you hum in content. “i could say the same about you, lover boy.” pushing at his muscular shoulder, you giggle. “now let’s get cleaned up, unless you were serious about getting me knocked up.” 

“s-shit,” laughing rasping, bakugou rolls off of you and nestles himself into your side. “don’t say shit like that. you already got me so fucked up.” 

“you and i both know we could go again, hot shot.” you grin as bright as ever — tempting your boyfriend into another round. “best two out of three?”

“i fuckin’ love you,” 

“i love you too.” 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[magicalgirlmanda]

Happy Belated Valentine's Day!

Featuring Bakugo x OC (Amy) or S/O, This can apply to anybody~. This pose is inspired by Mark Wahlberg's movie Fear (1999), one of the first movies about a guy yandere <3

Bakugo is not only possessive, he is also territorial. Once he gets with you, he is both protective and easily jealous. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's the other losers who think they can even look your way. This guy is kind of obsessed with you, but he can be the sweetest in his own gruff, aggressive way.

He holds you close into his chest, putting the covers over your shoulders when it's time for bed so that way you don't get cold. He always want you to be comfortable and warm, but he especially wants to engulf you in his warmth. He wants your smell, and he wants you to smell like him too so that way, nobody can even think about trying to get close to you. You're his, together forever.

My Insta: Here

[adoringmha]

Bakugou would probs faint if he saw y/n with the dark green Victoria’s Secret set lmaooooo

!! minors dni !!

no he totally would. okay not actually. but close.

imagine you surprise him with it while he's showering after he got home from work. he walks out of the bathroom to find you lying on the bed, a teasing but shy smile on your face as you wait for his response. and he literally just. stands. there.

and at first you think he hates it, but then you see his hands twitching and he starts to walk slowly towards you. and was that bump under his towel always there or?

he's literally entranced by you and just lets out a low "fuck..." literally aching to touch you. so he does.

his hands trace all over your body almost as if he's too scared to mess it up (cause he absolutely will once you get on with it) and it's making you so sensitive and aware of his touch.

he hasn't even looked you in the eye yet, he's going over every curve on your body, every design in the lace of your bra, the contrast agains your skin. "s'this all for me?"

and seeing how he's clearly holding himself back, your confidence is back, so you can be a little snarky. "obviously." but you look so good he doesn't even check you on that.

there's so many thoughts going through his head it's adorable, he can't control himself. he asks a bunch of questions, gruff but giddy, and it's clear by the way his hands and eyes are all over you. and he's not even allowing you time to answer.

"fuck, when'd you get this?"

"you trying to kill me?"

"even if you were i wouldn't even mind, shit."

when he finally does look up at you, the look in his eyes is fierce. " you're so fuckin' sexy, i'm buying you a shit ton of these. but this one's done for."

before you can even respond, he rips the bottoms off of you. but you already knew he'd do that, that's why you bought them in the first place ;)

[sunascrew]

so does anyone happen to know what happened to these posts I’ve been dying to look for for a good while now. (Both are smut)

1.) Bakugou and Midoriya swapped bodies, Bakugou in Midoriya’s and vice versa. However, Midoriya’s gf (Y/n) has been trying to have sex w him for weeks. Bakugou tells Midoriya and he loosely said for Bakugou to do what he needs to do. (update found the link)

2.) Based of Paramore’s “into you”. Pop star! Bakugou and childhood friend! reader. I don’t remember too much of it, but I do remember the reader leaving a heartbroken Bakugou and they end up having lovely makeup segs <3

[neonbubby]

⭐︎・book spine — bakugo k ; drabble

authors note: I saw a really cute blondie at my local bookstore and just knew I needed to write this for bakugo.

content warning: dacryphilia, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, squirting, smut.

Thinking about how bookstore clerk!bakugo helps out a special little customer more than the rest.

You're having trouble reaching a book? He's behind you in a second, his back against yours as his muscled arm stretches above you (probably making fun of your book of choice in the process).

Is there no more copies of the book you're looking for on the shelf? No worries, ‘cause he's leading you to the storage room so you can search through the boxes while he pounds your sex from behind.

Did you drop some change on the ground? Bakugo’s kneeling down and picking it all up for you, eyeing you up your skirt in the process before standing and placing it all in your palm as he peaks down your shirt at your chest.

And when it's just you two in the store, you can guarantee he's gonna take advantage of it.

Face fucking you behind the counter, one fist in your hair as the other wraps tightly around your pretty throat. Watching as salty tears roll down your cheeks.

Fucking you from behind on the floor so fast you think you're dreaming. He's pulling you back by your hair so he can leave marks on your neck and watching as your back arches like a broken book spine.

And he's relishing in how you squirt all over his cock, dirtying his pants and the store's carpet. Maybe he'll have to punish you for making such a mess while he's working.

bookstore clerk!bakugo. <3