Please! Please! Bless Us With A Bull!Bakugo Fic When You Can! 😩

Please! Please! Bless us with a Bull!Bakugo fic when you can! 😩

He’s always regarded as being the most difficult hybrid to tend to in the farm to workers, but the minute he sees the new thicc and cute farm girl Y/N, he does all he can to gain her attention. Showing off his muscles, being well behaved for her, intimidating rivals, and following her around to the point of it being obvious to other hybrids on the farm (he can’t even deny it, he’s so damn possessive). He can’t stand the other heifers that can’t handle his attitude and all he can do is think about filling up and milking Y/N. He’s seething when a new bull is getting her attention so he decides to fake being hurt to lure Y/N into his pen in the barn before having her to himself and just fucking her until he’s all she thinks about.

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holy fuck this got long.

before you came, bakugou was know as the resident problem bull. he never ate on time, always finding ways to get more sweets. never listening to the other farmhands when it came to his own individual health. most importantly, never let them do their jobs: milk him.

there was word going around that bakugou was the was he was because of improper milking, he’d never let the farmhands help, and the other cows were scared of how rough he would be. he was made the pariah of the reason you should let your farmhands do their job. but he just needed help. you saw that.

that why when you came, everyone was astounded. cute as hell in your bibs, made them look like a fashion statement, and you somehow even made goulashes look cute. not to mention the cow print hat you would had. it was big, spotted, and sparkly, “and 100% cruelty free!” you would smile to the heifers worrying over it.

they wouldn’t say it, but you had quite the figure. when you’d squat down to fix something, your thighs spread over. and sometimes when it was hot, you’d undo the top buttons of your shirt, making some cleavage spill when you fanned and dabbed at your sweaty hairline. and if your weren’t wearing a button up, you’d tie the back in a knot, showing off the pretty, squishy strip of skin from under your bra to where you overalls sat.

yeah, you were something of a starlet on the farm, having little calfs and bulls alike running after you.

but the part that made everyone surprised wasn’t just your figure and place of work, but the fact that bakugou listened to you.

he would be more mild tempered when you’d come to his stall, a smile on your plump lips and hands full of grains, corn, and his supplements. “hey there, bakugou,” you would always start, “how’re we feelin’ today?”

usually you’d get a stare, but today a grunt of, “fine,” left his lips and you jerked your head up to him in surprise. “well that’s great,” you spoke again, smiling to your feet. you hummed, digging around in your pockets, and made a noise of enjoyment when you found what you were looking for. grabbing his big hand, you carefully placed a few sugar cubes in his wide palm, winking at him when he stared, “have a nice one,” leaving your lips before you continued your rounds.

little did you know this would solidify his fascination with you.

he began following you around the fields, even doing some of the work with you, being sure to put his strong back on display when he lifted a heavy bale. he preened slightly when you’d say, “ah, good job bakugou! i needed help with that one definitely,” almost dropping to his knees when you picked stray things from his hair. 

he complimented you sometimes while you were picking up things. little things about how you’d be a pretty heifer, and that the shirt you wore today was nice on you. he liked seeing you stutter and jumble your words. you always thanked him the same though, a squeeze to his arm, and a bowed head. “you’re sweet bakugou-”

“katsuki.” he interrupted you one day. “my name.” and your shocked face made him want to chuckle.

“thank you, katsuki,” fuck he’d turned on by that, the way your lips curved around it like it was revered. he wants to hear it again.

he wanted you. bad.

and all of the others knew. they saw his bad attitude when you’d help some other bull, or had one of them slinking after you like a lost calf, all cow eyed. for his girl. and the heifers didn’t make it better, gossiping to you about his fights when you left, or how he’s been treating them horribly. idiots, all of them

no can do.

and he knew the easiest way was to say he didn’t feel well. you were always attentive to all of the bulls and heifers, babying them to health, even if it was just a nick from a bad trimming. 

he heard your sound of surprise when you were letting out the others for field time, some bull had told you he was still in his stall, probably one of the ones that thought they had a chance with you. they’re delusional, but this is perfect, he doesn’t even need to whine like a baby. your voice carrying, “i’ll check on him, go, have fun sweetie,” cemented his plan. you were just too kind.

“katsuki?” you called walking to him slowly, “you okay honey?” he gave no answer, heart beating quickly. “katsuki?” you knocked softly, “katsuki, ‘m coming in.”

yes!

when you walked in after knocking the door away, you turned to close it again, as usual, but this time your were pressed against it tightly. you gasped in shock, trying to turn, a question on your tongue that was stilled when you felt warm hands digging under your shirt. 

katsuki thanked the high heavens above. not only were you wearing that cute orange crop top today, the one your breasts could be seen spilling out the bottom of when you reached too high, but also your jean skirt bibs. you were asking for him today, weren’t you?

“’suki?” you questioned, grasping his wrists and turning yourself to him, “what the hell are you doing?” 

okay. this wasn’t the reaction he wanted.

“i-” he paused. how the fuck do you say you want to fuck your favorite little farmhand without making her scared? no idea. oh well, “i like you, and i wanna give you a baby.” 

you sputtered, choking on whatever words you had wanted to say, waving your arms wildly. “yo-you can’t just say that!”

“well i did, what’s the consensus?”

fuck, he’s blunt as hell huh?

but you can’t deny, he’s is fine as hell. 

“let’s try again, yeah?” you smiled to him, grasping his hand, “ask me this time.”

“wha-?”

“do it!”

“tuh,” he huffed, “will you, have a baby with me?” he looked away from you, jolting when you tugged him down.

poor bull, didn’t know you can’t have his babies, but still, “yes, katsuki, gimmie your babies.” you were still geeked. even when he ripped your bibs in half opening them and shoved your panties to the side.

“gonna be my good cow, take my milk?” he growled, rubbing his wet tip at your little weeping hole, and you gasped. you’d never milked katsuki before, so it was a pleasant surprise, knowing his length that is, and inside you broke.

you weren’t walking away from this one.

he teased you open further and further in his dick, delighting in the way your eyes got wider and wider, and the way your sounds got more and more lewd, even dribbling spit onto your shirt. “’m filing you up that good, baby?” you nodded quickly, almost banging your head on the door, “just you wait.”

he grunted when he bottomed out in you, feeling your mushy insides caressing him, he’s been missing this for sometime, waiting on you. all of the other heifers were scared of him and his tendency to, well, get rough. and it seemed like you remembered them telling you, the light coming back to your eyes for a second before he pulled out and sunk back into you. his hands were on your waist, squeezing the chub there affectionately and grinning when you let out a squeak. “feel good huh?” you didn’t even show you heard him. cute.

he pulled the excuse for a top away, flicking your dark nipples, grinning when you reached up to push him away, “cut it out,” he grumbled to you, “wanna see if i can milk these now.” and he knows he couldn’t, but seeing the way your eyes widened and breath caught was worth it, “i know you’re gonna give and my babies sweet milk, right sweet girl?” you whined a “yes,” clenching on his cock viciously, and it made his hips stutter. “y-yeah you are,” he stumbled through.

fucking into you on the door wasn’t the easiest thing, not that he got tired, he didn’t want you to hurt yourself. so he bought you to a flat surface, raised you legs into a v, and got back to work. you were creaming his cock so well, it just made the slide even better, and the sounds? incomparable to anything.

just wet, sticky sounds and claps of your fat ass hitting his hips. not to mention the sound of his balls slapping the bottom of your drooling cunny. you sounded so cute and fucked out, moans curling around the tail end of his name and little “so good”s raising into the air.

the third time you came around him, he smirked, asking if he was still battering that mushy cervix of yours. when your head shot up looking at him with surprise in your face, he stopped in you, hips flush, questioning you and getting more irritated when you only scrambled at your tummy, but then he looked.

your little hands were cupped over his length in you. he have you a belly bulge? “fuck baby, you like that?” he growled, lidded eyes tracing over your sweaty form. “want it to stay like that?” your moan and legs jerking in his grasp made him snarl at you, “cut it out, gonna fill you till you burst.” and with that he thrusted again, bouncing you up, jostling your tits and chubby cheeks.

you were still in a trance, tracing the bulge on your belly, crying out when it’d leave, but grinning the entire time, drool wetting you lips, tears in your face, leaking to your edges. you were a sight to see.

and it’d only get better when you were getting stuffed. and that’s soon.

“you ready for my cum, little one,” he bared his teeth when you moaned loudly around a, “yes please!” so fucking eager to be filled with his thick cum.

“good fuckin girl,” he reached down to your clit, rubbing it quickly, “gonna milk me, cum on my cock. now.” and you legs threatened to close until he quickly bent you in half, eyes looking into yours, snarling for you to cum on your own then and to never close your fucking legs on him again.

you did, and when you heard him gasp and felt him still, you stilled also. up until you felt that first hot spurt his your gummy walls. and another, and another, and another. you felt his balls contracting against the soaked bottom of your pussy, felt the way his big cock twitched in you like it was electrocuted. you dropped your head again, twitching with every gush that went into you, whining when you only got fuller and fuller. it was so much, you could already feel it leaking out obscenely, it made you wanna scream.

“almost done,” he said. almost? you were so full, you could feel your belly distend, and dragging your hand back to your lower belly proved you correct. “you’re gonna be a cute momma, got you so full fight now, there’s no other fuckin choice.”

you gripped his hair tightly, kissing him, whimpering, “so full, too much,” into his mouth. he just fucked you mouth with his tongue, he doesn’t know what you want him to do, he can’t stop it now, you just gotta be filled up sweetheart, you’ll be okay, he’s gotcha.

when it stopped, katsuki sat up and looked at you still form. you were breathing shallowly, like too big a breath would displace his cum in you. don’t worry about that, he’s keeping you nice and plugged up. nice and tight.

sitting up with you in his arms so he could give you water made you whine and hold your taut belly. ‘so fucking cute,’ he thought, taking his own big fingers and pressing down, delighting in your jerk and whine, and the way you dribbled out a little cum around him. you like that feeling don’t you? so full you could burst from any move. he has plans for that latter, don’t worry.

he didn’t say anything, but he felt the little motions of your hips on him. dragging your little clit in him, scratching at his back. you wanna milk him again, pretty girl? well go on.

he’s not letting you go until he feels like it anyway.