Katsuki Bakugou Smut - Blog Posts

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, fem!reader // mating press, mentions of breeding, husband!bakugou (yes, he's aged up)

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𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 fucks you in whichever way he can think of.

Sometimes it’s up against the shower wall, when he has your back pressed to the wet tiles and he still wears that same conceited smirk that had first ghosted over his rosy lips the moment you had offered the lame excuse of saving up on water by showering together. 

Other times it’s him fucking you from behind; hands and thrusts alike from how harsh and greedy they are as you try not to sweat too much because you’re both still dressed in your work clothes, and he’s got you bent over the now-disorganized desk in his fancy office – your tear-stained cheek flushed against the expensive wood.

He fucks you while standing up, making you watch yourself in the mirror whilst the only part of him you can see behind you is the focused and firm line of his mouth. He fucks you sitting down, when he’s tired and drained from yet another late-night patrol, and thus lets you take charge for once; warm, scarred hands that have held so much power and destruction in the form of a spark – and still do – turning gentle and caring for a change as they slide across the curve of your hips and guide you to a faster rhythm. 

He screws you when your limbs are effortlessly entangled with his own stronger ones as you lay in bed and toss around the bed sheets that he obsessively keeps washing after every more intense fuckfest. And he slams you in the car, too, when he feels like being risky for once, and decides to make you bounce on his fat cock like a little slut in heat, even though anybody could walk past and hear your kittenish moans.

Still, nothing quite hits the spot like a good ol’ mating press does.

Truthfully, you’re not sure of the reason as to why. The position could be considered rather vanilla in the eyes of many; it’s just spicy missionary, but goddammit, if it doesn’t turn your brain to mush and causes your heart to jump whenever he starts hinting he wants it. His eyes burn like fire, the red gaze fierce as he practically manhandles you into it like you’re some toy he likes to play with all the time, every time, any place, everywhere.

And perhaps you adore the position because of the angle that lets him sink his heavy cock so deep inside you that the overcapacity you feel at the intrusion makes your eyes cross and your jaw turn slack. Maybe you enjoy it because he looks absolutely beautiful whilst doing it: glimmering in sweat and panting in the midst of all the passion going on between you. 

Perhaps it’s the way he reaches out and his thick digits intertwine with your own; the chill of the golden ring he had placed upon your finger a long while ago, brushing his knuckle and sending a shiver down his spine because you’re his, his, his – all his.

It might be the way he subtly dips in to reach you better, so that he can kiss you. How his warm tongue tangles with your own, and he kisses you so deeply and with such feverish desire that you lose yourself in him; fade away to a point where he has to sink his teeth into your bottom lip to bring you back to him. 

How he caresses your face, brings you closer until your drool mixes with his own, and turns into something sweeter as the quiet, “I love you.” sinks into the saliva.

It’s the way he can rest his forehead against your own the moment his hips pick up pace and intent, and your knees are nearly touching your ears from the way he bends you to the brink of pain, and he has to focus to not make you ache, even though – fuck, it feels too good to do that right now. 

How he watches you break over and over again, then; crumbling into nothing but pure bliss as you cry out his name in that breathless sort of tone he absolutely adores, and that truly does make him feel like a hero.

How he can breed the fuck out of you after you cum and gush and turn oh, so very messy for the third time in a row. As that ring of milky slick gathers at the base of his dick and everything feels so sloppy and hot that he’s ready to give you his all and spill, spill, spill. Until you’re dumb. Fucked out. Dripping with his cum because he’s so in love with both you and your sticky pussy.

Who knows?

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☁ Sleepy ☁

18+. mdni. (consensual) somnophilia

thinking about katsuki being so horny in the mornings and just rolling over and fucking you in your sleep

katsuki always wakes up early—early to bed, early to rise, et cetera. and sometimes, he's a little too riled up to wait; he isn't exactly the most patient man, after all. so, after getting your complete consent with the idea, he didn't wait.

groggily rubbing his eyes, katsuki stretched over to his nightstand, clicking his phone open to check the time, silently sighing when he saw that it was only 4:30 in the morning. he flopped his head back down on the pillow, trying to fall back asleep and ignore the problem plaguing him: the massive tent in his pants, caused by his aching cock, straining for release. the blond tilted his head to the side, taking a glance at you. his vermilion eyes glimmered with two things at the sight of your sleeping, peaceful form: love, and desire. overwhelming, primal desire.

thus, he adjusted his position, carefully climbing on top of you and propping one of your legs above the other, setting you on your side. katsuki delicately pulled the blanket off of you, licking his thin lips at the sight of your lower body, only covered with a thin pair of panties. his hand moved between your thighs, tracing over your covered cunt, rubbing with a precision he only showed you. his fingers hooked around the waistband of the fabric, slowly pulling them down your legs, disposing of them by tossing them onto the floor.

the tips of his digits pressed against your slit, one of his calloused fingers dipping into your heat. katsuki's breath hitched when he felt you grow slicker around his index, removing his finger and fumbling with the drawstring of his sweats, pulling them and his boxers down in one swift motion, shuddering when his cock sprung free from the confines of his clothing. he pressed the head of his dick against your drooling pussy, inching into you cautiously. his hips started in slow strokes, soft, near-silent groans escaping his lips as your cunt swallowed him up, slick walls hugging his length.

he bit his cheek to prevent more low sounds from leaving his mouth, eyes half-lidding as he pumped his cock into you at a meticulous pace. he stopped for a second when you shifted in your sleep, a quiet sigh coming from your own mouth. katsuki continued upon the sight of your sleepy face, thrusts growing in pace, his balls lightly slapping against your ass. his hips never stalled from there, only ramping up as he grew more and more lost in your soaked hole, bottoming out with each rut of his hips.

he fucked you through your orgasm, which had you stirring awake as you tightened around his cock, moaning out an 'mm, katsu...' as the male took one last deep thrust, fucking you full of his cum, not pulling out until every last drop had been spilled inside of you. he then slipped his softening cock from your pussy, groaning a "good morning, babygirl."

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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙬𝙤

Warnings: smut, lust quirk/sex pollen, praise, degradation, oral, overstimulation, edging, marking, f reader x lustful Bakugou.〤 Minors DNI Word count: 6.4k

Read part 1: 𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩, 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞, 𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩

   All Bakugou knew right now was the only person he wanted to help him with this was you.

   And now, he had you perched all pretty-like in his lap, right on top of his throbbing hard cock. When Bakugou Katsuki saw an opportunity, he always took it. “Kiss me, right fucking now”

   As Bakugou’s eyes continued to glance up and down your body, he was desperately awaiting your first move. He wanted it to be you who kissed him first, that way you could be the one to express your consent, your confirmation that you wanted him too. Even though his naked backside had been completely exposed to the cold air of his bedroom, his body was still chilled by the drips of sweat falling running down his skin.

   He felt like that damn icy-hot bastard, because each part of his skin that met yours was burning so badly, he felt like he would soon melt into you, while the rest of his body was filled with goosebumps. “S-shit Y/n, the fuck are you waiting for god damnit-” His eyebrows creased painfully, his hot breath fanning across your neck as he distracted himself by peppering wet, sloppy kisses on your neck.

   “K-Katsuki, are you really- really sure you even want this right now?” Your whispered voice kept hesitating, and Bakugou found himself freezing at your words. 

   “Are you seriously the one doubting me? Right now?” His gruff tone caught you off guard, and your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders. You could feel his arms shaking as they held you, his cock was throbbing at your thigh, you could tell even through the sheets. It was easier since the material was now sticky and see-through with his cum. 

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— “HAPPY FUCKIN’ FATHER’S DAY.” + BAKUGOU.

author’s notes: what was meant to be a short thirst brought us here, i hope you can enjoy. happy daddy day, i love you all n even if Father’s Day isnt the best for you all, just know ily and im proud of you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, forced breeding, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumplay, kinda mentions baby trapping, bakugou uses some mean names, fem!reader.

but anyways bakugou getting tired of seeing all his pro hero friends with their stupid fucking kids on father’s day , sick of watching countless social media posts about mini versions of his friends hugging and kissing their precious daddies. cant admit to himself that he wants a little snot brat to show off, they’d be the best damn kid ever.

he wont admit he was too busy to try.

you don’t ever have plans on father’s day , katsuki knows that. you’ll go shopping, come home and snuggle up to him without a second thought. maybe make a comment about how cute eijirou’s little boy looked in his shark onesie, the spitting image of his father— you’d only say that because you had time to look on instagram while you grabbed a coffee.

but when you lay next to him on your couch, bakugou wonders if you ever stopped to look at the little baby boots before you headed back to your car in the mall parking lot. if you stopped by the midoriya’s and smelt the baby powder in their little one’s clothes when making your way back. so many ifs and so many buts, bakugou wonders what you’d say if he turned to face you right now and asked you for a baby.

but bakugou has never really been good at asking for things, hell he couldn’t even ask you to marry him right— demanding you take the fuckin ring that was way too expensive for just an engagement ring, but he liked the way it sat on your finger.

so he takes it, instead.

“you want my baby right? you gonna have my baby, bitch?” he curses to you, arm folded behind your sweaty back which he uses as leverage to fuck your cunt hard and fast, abusing your hole until it’s wet with your arousal and strings of it hangs from your plushy thighs. you sob, eyes read from crying and flesh stinging from the bruising grip bakugou has on you. “s’that even a question i needa ask? ‘course y’fuckin’ do, my girl wants my baby so fucking bad.”

you can’t speak, you can’t hear anything above the hard slapping of skin where katsuki’s balls, ripe for breeding, hit your swollen clit and his shaft throbs inside you— lining your ribbed walls with thick ropes of his cum for the third, fourth or maybe even fifth time. “nnghh, katsuki— right there, yeah i want it,” you cry out, clamping down on him with slippery walls, keeping bakugou deep in your pussy right where it feels good.

“hah? c’mon baby, speak a’lil louder fer me, yeah?” bakugou pants against the shell of your ear, rough palms cupping your throat to pull you further into him with every push of his cock into you. “can feel you clamping down on me, suckin’ me in like a selfish bitch. you wanna trap me, yeah? tie me down with a’lil brat, gimme a baby? y’know i can afford it, that’s right baby— ooh yeah, love the way you take this dick.”

shivering at the way bakugou licks salty tears from the apples of your cheeks, you dare to say more— feeling yourself stumble into an over stimulating high. “i want it katsuki, wanna make you a father...g-give you a baby,”

“that’s right, good girl. you’re g-gonna let me put a stupid brat in this tight, tight fuckin’ cunt,” katsuki attempts to mock you, growing dizzy from how you convulse around him when you cum— adding to the layer of opaque white that covers his dick and gathers at his base when he fucks into you.

but by the time he cums, you’ve lost count and bakugou won’t stop forcing thick ropes of hot seed deep into your heavenly pussy, bakugou’s sure he sees the high gates of heaven— white flashing behind his eyes while he pounds his release further up your walls. he holds you still by the hips, making sure all that he’s given to you on the couch sticks, gathering up the smallest globs that drop onto the fabric beneath you both and smears it into your clit.

“fuck yeah, happy fuckin’ father’s day to me.” bakugou slurs, finally collapsing on top of you.

BNHA Masterlist.

Main Masterlist

Eijirou Kirishima

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Bitter Work: Spin-Off

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

Headcanons

None Yet.

Izuku Midoriya

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

Debt

Longing

NSFW

None Yet.

Non-Yandere

None Yet.

Headcanons

None Yet.

Katsuki Bakugou

Imagines

Yandere

SFW

None Yet.

NSFW

Bitter Work

Non-Yandere

The Outbreak: Fem! Reader - Male! Reader

Headcanons

None Yet.

Bitter Work.

Main Masterlist

BNHA Masterlist

Yandere! Katsuki Bakugou x GN! Reader, light Izuku Midoriya x GN! Reader.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, murder, kidnapping, physical abuse, sexual acts, male masturbation, handjob.

Summary: Bakugou waits for the right moment to finally take you, and he's not letting his opportunity pass, no matter what.

WC: 1.6k+

A/N: I literally dreamt about this, that's it, that's how I came up with it :l .

“Ah, fuck.” Bakugou moans, throwing his head back while feeling more precum leaking his tip, getting dangerously close to his high. “I’m gonna cum.” He warns. He fucks up into his fist harder with you on his mind, the simple thought of you cumming around him tipping him over the edge and getting him to shoot thick streams of cum through his tip, painting trails of white on his bare chest and stomach as he lets out light pants, opening his eyes to be brought to the harsh reality of being alone, or not entirely.

“Woah, it’s been a while since you’ve cummed that much, when was the last time you jacked off man?” Kirishima asks, having him looking behind him over the couch from the living room to see his roommate setting down some groceries in the kitchen. “Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou brushes off, thinking about how engrossed he had been into masturbating that he didn’t hear him come into the house. It’s all your fault, sucking him off in his dreams the previous night only to then leave him blue-balled.

“… Well, how’d they behave?” Kirishima hands Bakugou some napkins and he instantly knows he’s talking about his own sick obsession. “You know they don’t leave their room when it’s just me, they fuckin’ hate me.” He takes the napkins to clean himself off. “They’re just scared of you, and they’re supposed to like me anyway.” Kirishima casually puts stuff away in the cabinets. “… You know, you should really tell them how you feel.” He adds.

“… You know they’re with fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou reminds. “That doesn’t mean you can’t take them away.” Kirishima suggests. “You know I can’t.” Bakugou raises his voice in frustration. It’s been torture for him to have to sit by and watch as you dated Deku, kissed him, called him your fiancee, and eventually, your husband. If only Deku didn’t have that stupidly strong quirk, Bakugou would’ve already killed him and taken you away, then again; he loves you too much to cause too much of a stir to you.

Instead of having you in bed with him every night, pounding you in the mattress, calling you his, he’s stuck with his roommate who ended up kidnapping his own obsession and asking him to watch over them whenever he leaves to do anything. He doesn’t really have anything better to do, they take turns doing hero work, and to keep himself from getting bored off duty, he keeps himself occupied with his friend’s ‘Darling’.

With things such as those happening, he wasn’t surprised when all modesty was thrown out the window. Kirishima doesn’t mind one bit when Bakugou jerks off or longingly stares at one of your pictures where ever he wants, after all; it is his house as well and he’s been a great friend keeping an eye on his soon-to-be-willing partner. But as time passes, the worst thing that could happen to humanity, and you, takes place.

The number one pro hero; symbol of peace, has died.

~.~

Nearly everyone has left, you’re the only one still standing at his tomb, understandably, you can’t bring yourself to leave. One by one, the few people left approach you to offer their condolences one last time before leaving while Bakugou stays behind, waiting patiently to have you all alone. Waiting… waiting… that’s all he’s had to do since the moment he met you, but things are different now, Deku’s finally out of the picture, and waiting should only be a few minutes compared to the years he’s had to wait.

Finally, the last person leaves and Bakugou’s left alone with you, it was finally time, after all those years; he’s going to start making ties with you, and what better moment to approach you than in a vulnerable state? With the two of you left alone, the sun setting down to leave you in darkness, he walks towards you, stopping behind you.

You can’t bring yourself to care when a pair of hands place themselves on your shoulders, rubbing soft circles on them. “You should sit.” He suggests, waiting for a response that never comes. He gently pulls you away from the tomb and slowly walks you to the nearest bench with an arm around your shoulders to guide you, turning around to give one last dirty look at his dead rival. You stumble upon reaching the bench, Bakugou holding you up and sitting you down, crouching down in front of you.

You cover your face with a hand and start sobbing into it, finally letting the tears flow while your other hand grips tightly the bench under you. You bend over to bury your face in your knees, gripping your hair tightly as you cry louder with Bakugou drawing circles on your back, but despite the ache he feels in his chest at seeing you in pain, he finds that he doesn’t regret one bit having done what he did.

He waits patiently for what feels like an hour, having sat on the cold ground while trying to soothe you, rubbing your shoulder, your back when you entered a coughing fit from crying too much, until you calmed down. After you’re done crying, you keep your face buried in your knees for a while longer, trying to find the courage to face whoever consoled you. A few minutes pass and you decide to finally move up to sit straight, wiping your face with a hand.

Bakugou hands you a wipe and you take it without looking at him, feeling a hand place itself on your knee this time, continuing to rub soothing circles. Once you’re done cleaning yourself, you look at him to see who it is, being met with soft eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I-” “Don’t apologize.” He interrupts and you stay quiet with your head hung low. He softly takes your hands in his, gently running a hand up and down your wrist to test the waters, getting you to confuse his actions for sympathy.

“Please sit.” You ask and he complies, sitting next to you with his hands quickly itching to return to yours. “I’m sorry you had to see me like that.” You apologize again. “It’s fine.” He assures. “I’m glad you came.” You break the short silence. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here since you’ve never really been on good terms with Deku.” You admit. “I’m not that bad.” He lies. “… I remember when we were still back at UA,” You start speaking and he resists the urge to roll his eyes, sure that it would be a story about Deku.

“The first time I saw you, I…” You capture his attention, getting him to look away from the ground and towards you. “You always seemed so intimidating to me, I never really grew the courage to tell you anything, and by the time I was, Deku was already asking to go out with me. I really liked you back then.” You keep your eyes glued to the ground, missing the way his eyes widen. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He asks.

“I didn’t think you liked me back. So I gave it a try with Deku, and it just worked out, I ended up falling pretty hard for him.” You smile to yourself at the memories of him. “Why are you telling me this now?” He asks. “Because there were so many things I wanted to tell Deku, and now I can’t. I wanted to have kids with him, I wanted to have a family with him, I just wanted to tell you.” Your smile disappears with more tears leaving you.

Bakugou grips his pants in his hands in frustration, thinking about how all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just said something. It’s his fault you ended up with Deku, he should’ve just opened his mouth, taken you himself, but he didn’t. His hands relax and he takes notice of the cards in his favor, if you liked him, then he can get you to like him again. He’s so close, he can finally have you, he just needs to play his cards right.

“If you don’t want to be alone right now, I could crash in your couch, or we can stay a while longer.” He suggests. “No, that’s okay, thank you for keeping me company.” You smile to yourself at how nice he’s being. “What are you gonna do now?” He asks. “… I think I’m gonna move away, I don’t want to be here anymore.” You answer. “… What?” You hear his voice drop a little lower.

“I don’t want to be in the country anymore.” You repeat. “Are you serious?” He slowly stands up, moving to stand in front of you, facing down, having you feel uneasy despite the darkness of the night covering his face. “Are… are you okay?” You ask, confused as to why you feel a nagging in the back of your head telling you to run. He lifts his head for you to see the look of rage in his face, teeth gritted and brows furrowed deeply before he yanks at your wrist.

“Five years, FIVE YEARS I WAITED FOR YOU AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME?! I DIDN’T KILL DEKU FOR NOTHING! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MINE!” He shouts with a tight burning grip on your wrist, confusing you with his words. “I WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KILL DEKU WHEN YOU WEREN’T LOOKING! AND FOR WHAT?! YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!” He continues to shout. “Get off of me!” You cry, trying to pull yourself free.

Instead, he yanks at your forearms and throws you to the ground behind him, straddling your hips while keeping his hold on you the whole time. “I waited for five fucking years. All that wait was bitter work,” He lowers his face closer to yours. “And I'm not gonna let you throw it to waste.” He whispers from the close proximity before raising a hand and slapping it on your cheek hard, knocking you out.

Day 3: Bakugou Katsuki + Kirishima Eijirou; CNC

Kinktober Masterlist

TW: Rape, noncon

WC: 928

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This was kinda fucked up. It was hot but you were still questioning if it was worth it. Rape was wrong and you knew it, but this was very consensual. You had a safe word and you wanted to try things out in the bedroom. That’s why you had this idea that you proposed to them, it was sexy enough for them to agree. 

You were flipped over from your position of being thrown to the bed. You put up a (fake) fight but it was hopeless against two well built heroes. They just picked you up, Bakugou did, as Kirishima stopped you from hitting either of them.

Bakugou had your arms pinned to the side of your head and your struggling legs spread by his own. He ground his knee onto your wet cunt, making it stain your panties. You let out a breathy moan, your face trying to hold up a mad expression, as Bakugou chuckled, “Giving in, Princess?”

You shook your head and bit your lip in order to suppress your moan but with a rough grab to your face, Bakugou pinched your chin down and crashed his lips onto yours. He basically shoved a tongue down your throat, forcing a moan out of you. You forgot for a split second that you had to resist, melting onto his lips for just a moment.

He pulled away with a huff, a string of saliva connecting the two pairs of lips. He smirked wickedly while you glared at him, a jerk from his knee caused you to wince, a whimper escaping you. 

Meanwhile Kirishima palmed himself through his shorts impatiently, “Can’t we just fuck her already?” He whined

Bakugou looked back at you, licking his lips, “Yeah, we should do that”

A string of protests left your mouth contradicting how you actually felt. They lifted you by your wrists and restraining your ankles and adjusted you to be in the middle of the bed. 

Bakugou ripped the pajama shorts you wore, and the panties you need giving a silent promise to buy you another pair of each. Your wetness was enough for him to slip in without preparation knowing it would hurt but you could take it.

Kirishima had revealed his length, stroking it slowly while looking intently at your entrance. Small puffs of breath left his lips in anticipation. His thumb had brushed over his slit, smearing his precum on his tip. He licked his lips and gulped, soothing his dry throat.

Bakugou had moved, you felt his tip prod at your entrance, “What, cat got your tongue?” He taunted. 

You gave him a cold glare, masking the arousal that you felt in your very core, “Fuck off” you spat

He slowly pushed in, enjoying the way your face contorted into feigned discomfort. And maybe it was the fact that you didn’t prep, or the roleplay that got to you, but he felt slightly different, bigger almost. When he reached halfway in you you breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to show any evident sign of pleasure.

“Is it all in?”

The question had stroked his ego, did he really feel good enough, big enough, that barely anything more than half felt like his full length? He grinned and so did Kirishima, bearing his sharp teeth. 

You looked at them suspiciously before realizing what was happening. 

“It’s in, all right-”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m putting it all in right now!” He huskily exclaimed.

Your eyes widened before you could get prepared. He sheathed himself fully in you, you gasping for air like it had been knocked out of you. Your eyes crossed and rolled back. Your tongue lolled out and the sight of you like this had them both crazy.

Kirishima had saw it too, his hand speeding up. Bakugou growled, pounding into you. Your back arched and Bakugou had taken one of your nipples in his mouth, pulling it between his teeth. Your moans got loud, one hand shooting up to cover your mouth. He got mad, pulling away from your face, making you mewl in pleasure.

You got close and finally reached your high, you clenched and came quickly. Tears pricked your eyes as you clenched around him. Bringing him to his high. 

“Ahh fuck, I’m gonna pump you full of cum. Fuck- I’m really gonna test your birth control huh?” He released in you, you felt his seed fill you up. It was warm and filled you to the brim. 

He pulled out, pushing Kirishima quickly to fuck you, knowing he was edging himself the whole time. Kirishima rushed to enter you, in your blissed out state you moaned at the intrusion. “Aww, Baby, you want us that much”

He brought his hand to your face making you nod, “Aww but that’s different from what you said earlier” he mocked. “Okay, I’m going all out. Be ready”

Almost immediately he thrusted into you. Going at an almost inhuman pace he brought you to your second orgasm. He took in the sight of you fucked into pure bliss. He climaxed way before he thought he would. The slippery-ness of previous cum in you and how tight you were had him releasing in you while you jerked around. 

You felt some seed drip out of you. Kirishima pulled out and Bakugou looked closely at just how filled you were. You were fucked out of your mind, still basking in the after glow. They panted, catching their breath. They then nodded to each other, agreeing to start getting you cleaned up

hiii !!

i hope youre doing wellllll!!

i dont ever do asks but your chesire cat reader is so good..soooo can we get more chesire cat reader x bakugo!!

Honestly I'm really surprised everyone liked it because I personally thought I was pretty bad at it

But since I've had a few people say they like it already, I think I'll do more!

(Stay tuned❤)

PAIRING: BAKUGOU KATSUKI X F! READER

WARNINGS: food play (ice cream) | nipple play | temperature play | oral sex

WORD COUNT: 2.5K

A/N: wrote this for myself as a warm up and ended up not writing what i was warming up for so i decided that you could read it too instead :) plus canva was being cooperative with banner making for once so i got excited, pls enjoy and hope this helps you cool off a bit from this horrid heat! ♡

It was a hot summer day as the sultry sun of Musutafu kissed your skin with its warmth. Laying on the chaise lounge chairs by the pool of your home while the upbeat yet chill melody from your favorite summer playlist vibrates through the speakers as you relax deeper into the cushions. The recent rise in temperatures had you feeling suffocated to the point of almost tears so you thought that a serene day by the pool with your husband could be refreshing for the both of you. Currently waiting for his return from the kitchen, where he went to get you both something to help you cool down further. Returning shortly with two vanilla ice cream popsicles you’d purchase earlier as he hands you one before sitting by your legs on the edge of the lounge.

Making quick work of it when he does as the popsicle was already melting under the weight of the sun, your fingers beginning to feel sticky as ice cream started to dribble down the wooden stick and onto your skin while your tongue lapped at the top, all while Katsuki watched - his own fingers getting coated in stickiness, as he found himself unable to take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever could, but something about you in the summertime always sparked a new wave of emotions when he's around you.

The warmth that radiated from your body along with the aroma of your sweat when he hugs you after a hot day, the little to none clothing exposing your skin allowing him to devour you with his eyes while doing mundane activities, finding you sprawled and passed out naked on the couch on random afternoons when he arrives home after a short shift, unable to resist you as he finds himself more and more infatuated with you with every passing day. 

Just as he is right now, completely hypnotized by you as his eyes roam every part of you, the thin layer of sweat along with the added shine of the sunscreen making your skin glow against the sunrays, the newly developed tanned bringing a different sparkle to your eyes every time you meet his, the way your bikini hugged every curve so perfectly, how the unruly hair accentuates your features in newfound ways. You probably found it all a nuisance, but in his eyes, he thought you looked ethereal.

And the more he observed, the more his swim shorts began to feel tighter against his frame, an occurrence that had become more common with the hot weather as he was sure his cock had a mind of its own every time he was near you. And when his eyes fixated on the way your tongue swirled around the tip of the popsicle, he found his throat going dry at the scene regardless of the ice cream quenching his thirst, but Katsuki was thirsty for something else. 

Smirk already plastered on his face when your eyes meet his again, a confused look adorning your features when you address him. 

“What's with that look?”, you ask before taking another swipe of your tongue to the ice cream. 

“Nothin', just looking at you”, taking a taste of his ice cream as well, catching the creamy liquid melting on the side with his tongue before it could fall on his hands.

You, on the other hand, were not as quick as you found yourself distracted with your lover, and now droplets of ice cream were falling against your chest. The icy touch of the sugary liquid gives you some relief against the scorching heat, yet still reaching for your towel to clean off. But a large hand wraps in yours before you could even reach it. 

“Allow me”, the gruff voice of your husband fills your ears over the music in the background as his hot breath hits your skin when he leans forward to lick at the spilled ice cream.

“Wouldn't want it to go to waste now, would we?”, he adds with a cheeky grin on his face, one that grows wider when you match it, already knowing where his antics are going.

Allowing another drop of ice cream to fall on your chest as he watches it trail down your skin, tilting his own popsicle over you for more to spill and travel along the valley of your breasts. Licking the sweet liquid up just before it could disappear behind the middle strap of your top as his fingers began to dawdle against it, slowly caressing the fabric while he admired the way it hugged the roundness of your tits. Giving one of them a small shake in his grip before running his fingers down your side to reach your back as you lift yourself a few inches from the cushions to allow him access, his digits tangling with the straps securing your top before slowly pulling them loose. Causing the fabric to teasingly slip from your skin and reveal your pretty tits to him. 

His mouth watering at the sight as his cock now strains fully erect in his shorts, feeling it jump when you settle back against the cushions once more, tilting your head with a new lust-filled glint in your eyes as you bring the melting popsicle down to your nipple, circling it as it begins to pebble under the cold sensation. An amused cough resonating from your husband’s throat as he stares in awe at the small show you're putting for him.

“I swear you're gonna be the death of me one day, woman”, he laughs before diving into the inviting treat. Lips wrapping around you as his tongue makes quick work at licking the sugary liquid against your skin, causing a moan to rumble in your throat from the delicious contrast in temperatures. The ice cold touch of the ice cream mixed with the sultry hotness of his mouth has your stomach flooding with an array of emotions as arousal begins to pool at your core. 

Tilting the popsicle in his hands over your skin again, as the neglected dessert pours down onto you and travels past your chest and along your abdomen with Katsuki’s hungry tongue following shortly until the liquid pools at your belly button, filling it up before his tongue delves inside.

Vermillion irises finding a newfound captivation when they fixate on the wet patch of your bikini as he lowers himself to press his nose against the fabric and take a long inhale of your soaked pussy through it. Eyes rolling to the back of his head behind closed lids while his hand reaches for the knotted straps that lay pretty against your hips whilst you reach for the other one with your free hand, feeling desperate to feel his tongue devouring your skin once more.

And when your cunt is finally revealed to him, he feels he might do just that, devour you whole. With the way your pretty pussy glistens under the sun and those lustful eyes you're shooting at him, the carnal need to have you coming undone on his tongue for the neighbors to hear rapidly builds inside him. 

But not before teasing you a bit as he settles between your legs, broad hand pressing against the back of your thigh to encourage them to spread further for him, admiring the pretty view before slowly pressing the melting popsicle against your clit. The sudden rush of cold makes you moan as he circles the growing nub with it, covering it with cream before leisurely dragging it down through your folds as droplets begin to run down your skin and pool at your rear for the cushions to absorb. 

Lifting the popsicle from your skin but letting it hover above your cunt for it to continue melting onto you as he takes a moment to admire your pussy covered in smooth white before diving in to lap at the sticky mess. His hot breath working to bring you closer to the edge as the knot in your stomach builds when he speaks against you.

“Hold still, beautiful… gotta clean you up”, he growls into your pussy as he hungrily licks and sucks at the creamy sweetness from both the ice cream and the flow of juices that rushes out of your cunt when the knot inside of you finally bursts and you gush right into his awaiting tongue as he eagerly swallows your release. 

The melody of your moans filling the space leaves a satisfied smirk on his face while he licks the remaining ice cream from your skin as he is sure that the neighbors probably heard how good he makes you feel.

The soft pads of your fingers against his blonde locks urging him forward is the only thing that stops his hypnotized licking as he presses a sloppy kiss to your clit, a habit of his as a way of saying goodbye for now to his favorite meal, before crawling over your body to capture your lips in his. Tasting your release mixed with the ice cream on his tongue as you continue kissing while slowly lifting up from the lounge to flip your bodies so that Katsuki could now lay against it while you straddled him. 

The ice cream in your hands now dripping over his chest as you feel his breath hitch against your lips with each drop, causing you to smirk into him before releasing a giggle when you feel cool and sticky fingers travel up your thigh towards your rear following a light spank to it. Breaking the kiss to trail kisses down his chin and along his neck, the subtle scratch of his incoming stubble tickling your lips as you continue to travel down his chest where the ice cream is as your eyes look for his to find them already on you before your tongue darts out to lick away at the sweet liquid.

A groan threatening to escape from deep in his chest when your hot tongue laps at the cold fluids mixing with his sweat as warmth returns to his skin from how aroused your wet touch is making him, his cock feels like it might burn through the fabric of his swim shorts the more it twitches against it, fighting for some release. 

And when your hand travels down the contour of his muscular chest, your nails gently scraping against his skin as they travel down the curves of his abs onto the waistband of his shorts to press against his clothed cock, he can't contain the moan that vibrates from his throat - his resolve always so easily weakened when it came to you and being under your curious touch - as his thighs begin to clench when you apply more pressure to the palm of your hand whilst rubbing his throbbing cock through his shorts, the heat radiating from it making you smile against him, finding it amusing how turned on he could get when you took the lead like this.   

“Fuck, baby - you're heating up”, you whisper against the juncture of his neck as you press your lips onto his warm skin, trailing kisses up towards his ears, the tips of them red under the weight of the sun.

“Let me cool you down, yeah?”, sucking his earlobe into your mouth, the skin feeling hotter than his body against your lips as you swipe your tongue on the delicate skin before leaning down to settle between his legs, not wanting your teasing to outlive the fleeting lifespan of the melting ice cream in your hand.

Your fingers hooking around the waist band of the swim shorts as you begin to pull it down from one side while he aids you on the other, his popsicle long gone under the heat of the moment. When his cock is finally released, the thick vein of the underside of his shaft is already throbbing with need, leading up to an alluring red tip adorned with a steady flow of precum that travels down his cock to pool around the base - so wet and needy you can't help the rush of drool that threatens to spill past your lips at the delicious sight.

Sneaking a small lick to his tip to get a quick taste of it before the vanilla overpowers it. Sucking the remaining ice cream into your mouth before discarding the wooden stick on the cushion next to you so your hands could grip at his warm thighs as you tilt your head back for the creamy glob of white to lay on your tongue as you press against the top of his pulsing balls and slowly drag it up his shaft. A hiss escaping him when the cold mixture hits his sensitive skin before a wanton moan erupts from him when you wrap your mouth around his hot tip. 

The difference in temperature driving him insane as he feels he might cum at any moment, Bakugou never thought the feeling of your mouth could get any better, but low and behold he was mistaken.

Making quick work of his cock before the ice cream completely melted in your mouth, you press your tongue against the throbbing vein of his cock as you take him deep in your throat, the ice cream working in your favor to take his full length while your sticky hands massage his heavy balls, something that always worked wonders when bringing your lover closer to the edge. 

And with the way you were devouring his cock, the flood of arousal in his gut bursted as soon as it built, the wet noises of your mouth slurping on the sweet cool liquid dripping past your lips and down his balls in your warm grasp while his tip rubs against your hot throat is the last push he needs as his fingers tangle with the damp hairs at your nape to press you against him as he buries his cock deep inside of you. A river of creamy white filling your mouth between the ice cream and his cum as rope after rope of hot release stains your throat. Swallowing every drop the best that you could while savoring the tasty mixture of sweet and salty against your tongue. His hips thrusting with every drop that's spilled into you before they slowly settle back down onto the cushions.

Blunt nails gently draw circles on the back of your head as he slowly pulls you off of his cock, a creamy string of saliva connecting you as you slurp it while following it towards his tip where you press your lips in a sloppy kiss, your own way of saying a temporary farewell to your favorite treat before his hand urges you forward to lay on his chest. Bodies sweaty and sticky as the faint smell of vanilla and sunscreen fills the air, while Katsuki cradles your face in his palms.

His thumb brushing away a stray tear of your temple as he takes a moment to admire the hazy look you get after sucking his cock, your pupils almost in the shape of hearts and Katsuki swears it might just be one of his favorite views before pulling you close to press his lips against yours to taste himself on your savory tongue. Deciding to remain wrapped against each other a while longer under the warmth of the sun before heading inside to wash away the muggy feeling before dinner.

PAIRING: FOREST GOD VIDAR! BAKUGOU X ELF! READER

WARNINGS: some graphic descriptions | mentions of death | cunnilingus | pubes | hint of body worship | nipple play | marking | biting | blood | blood drinking | spit | breeding kink | hint of dumbification | some hair pulling | overstimulation

WORD COUNT: 7.4K

A/N: proud to finally be able to share with you guys my submission for Touch of Divine Rush Collab by @dark-mnjiro, i love Norse Mythology and had lots of fun writing this one so i hope you enjoy my little knowledge dump plus my interpretation of what Vidar’s journey would look like after Ragnarök

i also made a GLOSSARY to help you understand some of the terms and old Nordic language used without the need of researching it yourselves, please enjoy and tysm for reading!

The air felt thick as ash rained down upon the battle grounds, the remnants of the wrath from the towering flames of the fire giant evident all around as the silent god took in his surroundings. His foot still perched atop Fenrir’s fiery jaw as he looked down at the mangled wolf, a sharp pain making itself known on his palm when adrenaline started to subside from his body. Noticing one of Fenrir’s fangs pierced into his right hand where he held the beast’s jaw open seizing it before bracing his lower foot, adorned with his magical leather shoe, against its lower jaw and tearing it apart as the prophecy intended. Successfully avenging his father, Odin, after his journey ended being devoured by the foul monster.

Bakugou could barely see a few feet around him, the sky burned black as the flames reached all the way up to the stars, consuming them as not even the cosmos could evade their fate of being swallowed by the sea. Ragnarök, the final battle, had finally progressed to its final phase. And as the world burns in flames, Bakugou couldn't help but to inhale the stinging smoke around him, feeling it stain his lungs as he closed his eyes towards the black sky.

Clearing his head from the chaos that surrounds him, beginning to feel the icy touch of Helheim against his scorching skin as he calls upon the forces of nature whom he trusted the most to guide him through this new journey.

Silence. 

A small smile adorned the god’s features as he accepted his fate, although destined to survive the destruction, he found it hard to believe in prophecies when the rumbling of the ocean’s hunger was making the ground beneath his feet tremble as it started to sink into the depths of the unknown. But the silence in his ears reassured him that he will once again rule over a regenerated earth.

Silence had been Bakugou’s strongest companion, known as the silent god for he desired nothing more than to be left alone to rule the forests who were bound by close ties to him where nothing but solitude and deep silence reigned. And his desires would soon be answered as droplets of water began to slowly quench his stained skin, the god’s deep vermilion irises fluttering open as the skies poured down on him. The flames around him began to die down as the sea rumbled again and Bakugou mentally kicked himself for doubting the Norn’s prophecy as their words echoed in his head. 

“Early begun.” 

“Further spun.” 

“One day done.” 

“With joy once more won.”

Ragnarök wasn't the complete end of the world. Out of the sea, the earth started to rise again, new and filled with all shades of green where fields of grains soon began to grow without the hand of any god, human or elf to aid it. A new sun shined down upon the fresh world, and soon a new moon would follow suit as they both traveled the same path as their ancestors and returned to their old lawful regularity to keep earth from seeing the darkness of Ragnarök ever again. 

The surviving gods met at Ithavoll, once again a safe place for the gods to regather themselves as they built a new city and joined forces to bring earth back to its original splendor. But after a while, once the tasks at hand were complete and life on earth was once again restored, Bakugou left Ithavoll to take his throne in Landvidi, the wide lands. 

Where his glorious palace eagerly waits for his return, decorated with large green boughs and only the most delicate of flowers in the midst of an impenetrable primeval forest where he could peacefully reign among the silence of the trees. Where anyone who dared disturb his silence, will receive no mercy and awaken the same mighty god that tore Fenrir’s devilish jaws with his bare hands. Soon, everyone across the realm knew better than to enter the forests uninvited, for all who entered were never to be seen again.

All except one. 

Ever since you were a child, your mother would warn you to never go near the woods just off the threshold of Alfheim, the land of the elves. Hearing stories and tales of how those who had crossed were turned into corpses and left to rot by the border as a warning or were never to be heard from again.

Tales of giant man-eating beasts that would starve themselves and wait patiently for whatever ignorant soul dared set foot into their territory. Some would even say that the surviving dragons resided deep within the monstrous shadows of the tall trees, that reached so far up into the sky that no daylight could seep through. Blood-thirsty bees and spiders that would drain their victims of their blood to the very last drop, leaving them nothing but a mess of bones and dried flesh for the forest soil to consume. 

And those who managed to avoid such terrible fate and considered themselves lucky enough to reach deep within the forest to find the triumphant god’s palace in search of hidden treasures that only the remaining son of Odin could possess, would only be left wishing they would have died at the claws of the forests beasts, for they imagine their death would've been quicker compared to the merciless torture the retired god would greet them with before watering his rare carnivorous plants with their blood and feeding them their remains to keep them hungry for more. 

But you would argue the opposite.

The forest has always been kind to you, ever since you first stepped foot inside of it, back when you were just a small elf beginning to learn the elven ways of magic and strayed a little too far off the border in search of kalonji, a white-petaled flower that only grew near the thresholds of the forest and was a necessary component for brewing medicine due to the healing properties of its seeds. 

But by the time you finished collecting the rare flowers, you had already entered the forest and had no idea on how to return home. The warnings of your mother started to echo inside your head as panic began to settle in the more you looked around and the vast forest seemed to appear the same no matter which direction you faced. Sinking to your knees as tears started to cascade down your cheeks, dropping the basket of flowers beside you as you buried your face in your hands waiting for whatever horrid fate that would end your sorrows. 

Your choked sobs and sniffles were certain to attract one of the many beasts your mother had told you about, but when you started to hear the ruffling of leaves in steady steps getting closer, you never imagined coming face to face with one of the most beautiful creatures you had ever laid eyes on.

A white stag with the most piercing red eyes stared down at you warily. Large, majestic antlers adorned the sides of his head, resembling the leafless branches of the winter trees, as he cautiously smelled around you, taking in your scent while your cries died down in your throat as you stared up in awe at the towering giant. His large hooves were the size of your head, and his long legs were taller than you as you took in their size while he circled around you before settling on your opposite side.

Taking one last whiff of you before turning his snout towards your basket, inhaling the rich aroma of the kalonji before gently stealing one. Raising his head to stand tall in all his glory as he looks around whilst he eats it. You reached over and grabbed a flower as well, bringing it up to your nose to take in its bitter notes within its subtle floral fragrance before presenting it to the stag. To which he happily accepted as he lowered his neck towards you once again, taking your offering before beginning to walk past you and into the trees, stopping momentarily to look back at you only to find you already at his side as you two made your way through the extensive forest. 

You were unsure of where the stag was leading you, but you figured that sticking by his side would be better than waiting alone for the icy souls of Hel to take you. Taking in the vibrant colors of the forest as you found it hard to believe that so much beauty could hold such terrors, but you weren't going to remain present long enough to see it for yourself.

Along the way you encountered small white wood aster and yellow trout lilies that also possessed many medicinal benefits, taking some and putting them inside your basket for later while your started to carefully weave their small branches together, although your inexperienced hands were still clumsy, you still managed to keep all the flowers secure until finally closing it into a circlet. You've been so distracted with the flower crown in your hand that you hadn't noticed the stag had led you back to the threshold of the forest, being aware of your location once he stopped a few feet away from the treeline where you could see the busy city of Alfheim just past the bushes. 

Excited that you were going to be able to return home safely, you thank the stag as he looks down at you, giving you what felt like a nod before turning his body to leave. But stopping in his tracks when you ask him to wait as he gives you a confused look, watching as you walk up to him and offer him the crown you'd been building the whole path back. Those piercing vermilion eyes softening as he stares back down into your eager ones before lowering himself to your height, presenting you the top of his head while being careful not to hurt you with his antlers as you gently place the flower crown between them.

The different shades of yellow and green contrasting from his unique white fur beautifully as you feel his cold nose poke the side of your cheek before leaving a long wet lick on it, making you giggle before waving him off as you make your way down the hill and back to the city whilst he disappears back into the deep forest.

And ever since, each time you've gone to collect more kalonji, you'd find small and rather odd gifts near the flowers. Sometimes it would be random objects like polished stones and crystals, pretty feathers of all colors and sizes, and even sharp teeth that you could only imagine belonged to a creature far larger than those of these lands.

But mostly, you'd find only the rarest of flowers placed neatly upon the grass, looking so out of scenery as they wait for your arrival against the green fields. Flowers that you couldn't even begin to name since you'd never seen any others quite like them. Some would possess the most vibrant colors your eyes had ever seen, and others would have the most fragrant aromas to carry them despite their subdued appearance. Whatever the case, you'd always look forward to the little presents that awaited you on each journey to the border, and back then you were always so curious as to who could be leaving them for you to find at such opportune times. 

But now, nearly a vicennial of winters later, you still look forward to the same little surprises, only now you are well aware of who is responsible for leaving such treasures.

Making your way past the same threshold, you walk through the dense trees you've grown so accustomed to. Ever since that eventful day, the forest has always been kind and welcoming to you. Presenting you with an abundance of the same exotic flowers you would find when you were little, showing you paths filled with the same rare and delicate crystals you'd receive on occasions, and even the few animals you've had the fortune of meeting on your different journeys have grown a liking to you. 

But your reason to return to this forest always remained the same. 

Landvidi possessed only the most beautiful of landscapes, filled with the highest trees and tallest branches in the realm, lush vegetation and fresh flowers. Past the high grasslands, in the heart of the forest known as The Hall of Landvidi, is where the silent god’s palace is located. Surrounded by an even greater portion of earth’s natural beauty that paints a picture of solitude, for no being other than the retired warrior god could reach.

And as the protector of these lands, filled with ambition and strength, he is determined to ensure it remains that way. He has seen what destruction is like, lived it himself during the great battle of the destruction of the cosmos and all that lived within them, and will stop at nothing to keep the peace. 

Bakugou is the strongest of the gods, following Thor, and after fulfilling his fate as an avenger and brave warrior, his rebirth after Ragnarök symbolizes sustainability and regrowth. Being the only god known to be tied with nature, as most gods were connected to the sea through Heimdall, the watchman of the gods, Bakugou had always felt his soul to be more at peace within the wide lands. And even though he swore to never allow any trespassers into his territory, ever since he heard your cries all those winters ago, something within him told him you'd be the exception.

As you descend down the stoned path towards the small tunnel under the large oak trees, you take in a deep breath when the soft breeze hits your skin, the tunnel is formed by the widened crowns of the trees that spread and reached the branches of the oak trees on the opposite side, creating a beautiful passage towards the hidden waterfall ahead. 

From the oak branches, bellflowers of all colors hanged down decorating the path with a mesmerizing view. You reached up and collected some of the violet-blue flowers, making sure to grab several of their leaves as well. Although their petals had a mild taste, the leaves can be quite refreshing, and you knew the one you seeked would enjoy them. 

Securing them inside your basket next to the fresh apples you'd collected from your orchard, you resumed your way down the oak passage as the sound of the waterfall filled your ears. The Querencia Waterfall is the most beautiful of all the waterfalls in Landvidi, located just at the entrance of The Hall a few miles from the palace. It's the only waterfall in the land that’s so high, when the sun is at its peak some of its rays seep through the tall crowns of the oak trees, forming rainbows that look like they're cascading down along with the stream when they capture the water.

Surrounded by ancient willow trees, the lake where it pools contains powerful waters filled with passion and love from the root of the weeping willows that are believed to provide a nourishing embrace of fertility and healing. These were the only willow trees in all of Landvidi, after Ragnarök they became quite rare to find throughout the realms, so you were astonished when the white stag brought you here on one of your visits. Welcoming you into the water to bathe while he feasted on some of the exotic flowers that floated around different areas of the lake. 

You smiled to yourself as you think back on that day, remembering how nurturing the water felt around your body for the first time as its magic began to absorb into your skin. Your heart swelling when you recall feeling something being placed atop your head, only to find the stag adorning your hair with the water hyacinths he collected, rounding them on your head by tangling them with strands of your hair to the best of his abilities until it formed a circlet as his own way of thanking you for the crown you gave him on your first encounter.

You've been coming to Querencia ever since to meet with the stag, bringing him only the freshest fruits from your orchard and collecting flowers from the forest on your journeys to make more crowns for him as a thank you for all the treasures he leaves on the threshold for you. Sometimes he'd wait for your arrival near the berry bushes just off the edge of the forest and escort you through the wide lands filled with birch trees where many wildflowers favor growing near their roots so you can collect them. Other times, you venture into the forest at first daylight and wait for him in the water.

Today was one of those days as you reach the willow trees closest to the waterfall, settling your basket down near its roots as you begin to strip your garbs, folding them by the basket before entering the water. 

Submerging yourself deeper as the warm water sinks into your skin, the soft current wraps you in a state of tranquility whilst you absorb its properties before soon enough you spot the majestic antlers of the white stag. Smiling when you meet his gaze, noticing how his doe eyes seem to light up when he meets yours before entering the water with you, gracefully making his way towards you as water splashes around him from the force of his hooves. Giggling when he presses his wet nose against yours before lowering his soft furred forehead to your damped one. Something that had become a habit when greeting each other.

“God morgon, you came rather quickly today!”, you whisper against him as you greet him in the old language.

Although the old tongue was not commonly used anymore after the great destruction, you noticed you get a reaction from the stag when using some of the old words, almost as if he understood them better than the modern tongue. 

“I brought you something!”, you eagerly tell him, causing his ears to perk up at your announcement as you lift yourself from the water and start walking back towards the willow roots where you left your basket, the stag sauntering alongside you. 

Watching as you open your basket to reveal the shiniest of apples, his tongue dragging against his snout at the sight as he leans forward to eat one when you offer it to him, knowing your orchard produced some of the juiciest and most delicious ones in the realm after you watered them with the water you'd collected from the Querencia river. Offering him the bellflower leaves next as he accepted them and eating one yourself before diving back into the water. 

Fully submerging yourself as the stag followed suit, his smooth white fur now a light gray as it clung to him, droplets of water dripping from his antlers and falling against your skin when he circled closer for you to hold on to him as you swam together.

This was your usual routine on the days you'd meet on the waterfall, bathing together and feeding each other different fruit and flowers you'd bring to one another until the sun would start to disappear behind the mountains, indicating it was time to return home before nightfall. Currently seated on his back while he paraded you around the lake while eating some of the fruits on the bushes near the waterfall, sighing as you wished the stag could communicate with you further, even though you already communicated in your own unique way, exchanging gazes and gifts, and sharing intimate moments such as these that many would thought impossible to be as close to a rare white stag as you are with this one, you still wished he could speak sometimes and be able to tell you stories from the forest he knew so well.

“I wished you could speak to me”, you express as you rest your head against his neck, feeling the patches of hair beginning to fluff up from the breeze hitting his back where you laid. Ceasing his chewing at the sound of your voice as his ears flick at your words, turning his head to the side to look at you before softly snorting while rattling his antlers to signal you to alight and join him in the water again, to which you comply as you sink back in and circle him until you're facing him again. 

Smiling when he presses his cold wet nose against your stomach, snuffling up the center of your chest while leaving gentle licks on your skin before reaching your neck to nuzzle his jaw there as your hands pet along his broad shoulders and trailing them up his slender neck. He gives your side another lick before stepping back a few steps further from you as you stare back at him confused. Unsure of his behavior since he has never done this before when bathing together. 

But just as you begin to approach him again, you stop when the water around him changes its movements, once a steady stream now rapidly swirling with such force you could feel it pull you in closer. Trying your best to steady yourself in the water to swim away but as quickly as it came it dissipated, the water returned to its peaceful flow as if nothing had changed. Except now the white stag was no longer there, and in his place stood a man you'd never seen before.

A tall blonde with a strong physique of that of a warrior, adorned with battle scars and tattoos of old nordic runes on his chest traveling all the way down his abdomen and disappearing below his waist submerged in the water that you couldn't quite make out from your position. Rows of different stone necklaces, identical to the ones you gifted the stag a few winters back embellished his neck and a circlet of flowers sat atop his ash locks, the same crown of flowers you had placed on the stag not so long ago when you were riding him. 

You stood there frozen in place, still confused as to what had happened to the stag that was just standing before your eyes mere moments ago. Snapping out of your daze when the man started to come closer to you, water rippling around him with each step, similar to when the stag enters the water and it splashes from the might of his hooves. The man stopped in front of you as you peered up at him, the sun seeping through the trees hitting his chiseled face to reveal his piercing vermilion eyes.

The same pools of red that you'd recognize anywhere, the eyes staring back at you were the ones of the stag, eyes you'd look forward to seeing everyday when you woke up, a deep crimson you'd come to find in all things that reminded you of the stag, in the ripe apples of your orchard that he loved so much, in the rare red lilies that only bloomed during the early times of spring in the valley near the waterfall, in the polished pyropes stones he’d bring you every late winter and now in the body of a man whose presence felt familiar the more you took in the energy around him. 

He smiled when he noticed everything beginning to make sense to you when your widened eyes began to soften. 

“Elskan mín”, his voice low but eager as he wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you up to spin you around in the air, causing you to secure your arms around his neck while laughing before holding you close to him. Wet skin pressed against each other while strong arms keep you close as your legs instinctively wrap around his center.

Lowering your face towards him to nudge your nose against his before pressing your foreheads together, just like you would with the stag only now his nose is warm and the dampness of his forehead matches yours. 

“How come you hadn’t done this earlier?”, your eyes searching his as you notice him peering at your lips while you speak before meeting your curious gaze again. 

“Didn’t want to scare you away”, he answers simply whilst pressing kisses along your jaw sporadically. 

“Why now then?”, you push while allowing your digits to travel up and down his nape, tangling with his hair. 

“It just felt right”, he whispers while fondling one of your braids with the charms of your mother, she had removed them from her locks and secured them in yours before passing so you could have a piece of her with you when she could no longer be present in body but carry on in soul and spirit.

His hand traveled down to your shoulder where old nordic runes adorned your skin as well, only yours possessed sacred sigils of the old elven folklore, while his runes were of a time before Ragnarök. Which made you wonder if this was the retired god of vengeance everyone was so wary of, he evidently possessed the powers of one and if anyone was to allow the welcoming treatment the forest has presented you with all these years, it was him. 

You reach for the hand still tracing the runes on your skin to cradle it in yours as you turn it so his palm could be facing you, whilst he watched as you inspected his hand. Smiling again when you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, almost able to see the ripples of electricity in your head as you put all the details together, a habit of yours that he loved to observe throughout the years since meeting each other.

To Bakugou, out of all the creatures that had stepped foot inside his forest seeking his aid, you were the most beautiful he had ever seen, no flower from his garden could compare to you, and since the day he met you he swore that one day you would become his goddess, and he has remained by your side since, waiting for this exact moment that he'd be able to finally show himself to you and solidify your love. 

He watched as you traced the scar on his palm, a reminder of the path he once walked guided by the burdens of fate. Your eyes meet his again when you finally put all the clues together, noticing how he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered, and to him you were, for you had become his purpose after no longer having interest in matters of war and retiring to spend eternity within the silence of the wide lands. 

“You're him… the silent one”, only receiving a nod in return as more answers arise in your head, but settling on the one that dominated your thoughts the most.

“Why me?” 

“It's always been you, elskan mín… and now we are able to seal our love for one another.” 

All your questions are melted away when he pulls you towards him and captures your lips in a kiss so fervent that causes your insides to stir with emotion. Only pulling away when the need for air becomes inescapable as you pant against each other's lips. 

“I’ve waited so long to do that”, he exhales while making his way towards the shore with you still secured in his arms. 

The fresh spring breeze hitting your skin when you leave the comfort of the water makes you shiver, a small hint of winter still present in the air as the forest was still transitioning from the stabbing cold into the warm energetic glow that this season brought along with it.

Your nipples pebbling at the loss of heat from the god’s body when he sets you down on the soft clearing of moss and wildflowers under the tallest willow tree. Something that doesn't go unnoticed by him as he peers down at you, now able to openly devour you with his eyes whilst you lay under him, strong tatted arms caging you between them as he lowers himself to capture your lips once again.

All the tales of the remaining son of the once All-Father were of his brash and merciless demeanour, ones that were bound to inflict fear upon anyone that heard them, but all those stories drifted into distant whispers of the wind the more you got lost in him. His touch was firm yet delicate, something that would seem impossible for his physique with such imposing structure, but it was possible. His touch was filled with love and spoke the words his voice failed to express. And only now that his lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, is that it becomes evident to you the extent of said love as you look back on all the years you've spent together. 

Courting the other in the shape of flowers, stones and apples, in a dance of mighty passion that led to this exact moment as he settled himself between your legs, positioning your thighs above his broad shoulders whilst his fingers traced informal shapes on them. His eyes fixated on the tuft of hair above your cunt as he sinks down to bury his nose in it, inhaling your scent as you watch his eyes darken from finally being able to delve in the thing he craved the most after so long.

Maroon eyes meeting yours while his lips follow the trail of hair down towards your sensitive lips, the feel of his hot breath alone making you clench around nothing as you watch him hover above your cunt, puckering his lips so a long strip of spit falls from them and lands on your clit. Watching as it slides through your folds before pressing his tongue flat on your entrance and licking all the way up to your clit, repeating the action as he falls into rhythm. Feeling yourself get increasingly wetter with each swipe of his tongue while your chest starts to rise and fall unevenly. 

Getting lost in the pleasure as your hips begin to buck when his tongue focuses on your clit, circling it before rapidly flicking against it causing something to ripple inside of you. He wraps his lips around the sensitive bud while his eyes look up in awe at the way you arch into him, your cries unleashing the might in him that had been forgotten for centuries as he sucks on your clit with more vehemence, needing to hear you sing for him louder. 

Increasing his movements as he begins to suck on your folds, the feeling of his lips messily fondling with yours sends chills across your skin as you slowly rock your hips along with him. Your hands reach for his where they rest on your hip bones as he easily opens them for you to tangle your fingers with his whilst he continues to increasingly devour your cunt. The wet smacking sounds of his lips clashing with the ones of the waterfall as you feel yourself get closer and closer to your release.

The sweet taste of your fluids on his tongue drove Bakugou into a frenzy, lapping and eating your cunt while whined grunts resonated from deep in his chest, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. Arching deeper into his touch as wanton moans escape your lips, white spots clouding your vision when he buries his face further into your cunt, nose rubbing on your clit while he drinks every last drop of your release, not stopping until he gets his fill. 

Parting from your cunt once your whines die down into heavy breaths, face stained with your fluids that he pays no mind to as he dives back in to place a tender kiss against your clit before trailing up to the tuft of hair, savoring your scent as he buries his nose in them again and runs his lips against them. Pulling your hairs between them, the slight tug making you peer down at him as you meet his eyes, filled with love and adoration mixed with something else, something more sinister and hungrier that hasn't been sated completely.

Watching as he presses a kiss to your hairs as well before continuing to trail them up your abdomen, never breaking eye contact as he reaches the valley of your breast. His hands untangle from yours as they glide against your sides to cup your boobs, shaking them in his grasp before capturing one of your pert nipples in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it while he sucks them harder and slowly pulls back until it flicks out of his mouth with a wet slurp, to then switch and give the other nipple the same treatment. Alternating between both breasts as your whines encouraged him on, not stopping his ministrations until your chest was swollen and overstimulated, almost making you reach your climax once again but pulling away to edge you on as he continued to lay kisses against your chest before moving towards your neck. 

Shifting from tender to ravenous when he starts to mark your skin with his teeth, nipping across your throat until settling where your neck meets your shoulder. Feeling his tongue drag against your skin followed by a sloppy kiss before his teeth scrape your delicate skin, your cunt clenching in anticipation as you wait for him to finally give in to his desires. 

Bakugou could hear his heart beat loudly inside his ears as he began to sink his teeth in you, pressing down until the skin gave away against his force, the rush of blood drowning his taste buds making the loud beating cease into silence as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The mighty god had left the path of war behind a long time ago, but one's nature can’t be so easily avoided as the craving for disaster and vengeance haunted him at times from a period where the blood of his enemies would quench his skin, finding its way to his lips, reminding him what victory tastes like.

So as the savory metallic taste pours down his throat, he can't contain the groan that escapes him as a chill runs down his spine making him grind against you whilst your sweet cries pull him from his silence. Withdrawing from your skin to lap up the remaining rush of blood before cradling your face in his hand, holding your jaw firmly as he presses his lips to yours. Kissing you with such might you feel he could almost devour you through the kiss as the taste of your own blood mixing with each other's spit sends you both in a trance as you continue savoring it.

Bucking your hips to grind against his cock as his hips follow suit, beads of precum mixing with your arousal as he rubs his length between your folds whilst his tongue tangles with yours. Too engrossed in the kiss to pull away, you sneak your hand between your bodies and guide his cock to align with you as he slowly begins to sink into your cunt. The stretch of his cock sends a hot wave of pleasure down your back as your cunt sucks him in further, inch by inch as your fingers curl around ash blonde strands. 

Your breaths become labored as you part from each other, lips swollen and red as he fully sinks into your warmth. The grip from your silken walls forces him to brace himself as he places his arms next to your head to keep himself from collapsing when he feels his thighs twitch. Pressing his forehead to yours when his hips start to rock into you, slow and steady at first before gradually increasing his thrusts into a brutal pace that drives both of you into a babbling mess. 

Your wetness gushing messily, soaking the untamed strands of ash hair on his pelvis as they bounce against your own, before dribbling onto your skin causing it to spread in sticky strands every time his hips part from yours to snap against them again. Strangled moans mixing with the sloppy sounds of your bodies as the sensations become overwhelmingly good.

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you look up at him, trying your best to answer him when he asks you to tell him how good it feels between the curses in old tongue and heavy grunts that escape him. Responding to what feels like incoherent babbles as your mind melts away the more he pounds into your sloppy pussy. 

Bakugou could feel his balls twitch as he neared his release, but he needed you to come undone with him and make an even greater mess on his cock for him. Shifting his weight on one arm while the other gives your breast a quick tug before reaching between your bodies as he starts drawing quick circles against your clit with his thumb. Sending an electric shock of pleasure through your body as your breath gets stuck in your throat before you start coming apart. 

Squeezing around him hard as a flow of arousal gushes between your bodies as it stains both of you and leaks down into the soil beneath you. Your walls clenching around him mixed with the obscene sounds coming from your pussy sending him over the edge as well as he buries his cock to the hilt, filling you up as the hand on the side of your head tangles with your hair when yours tug harder at the one on his nape.

The tears finally spilling from your eyes as hot - impossibly hot - globs of creamy cum spill against your sultry cunt, searing your insides as you find yourself never wanting this moment to end, wishing to always be plugged full of the vengeful gods mighty cum. Feeling the final pulses of his cock inside you as his head falls down against your shoulder, smiling to yourself between heavy breaths at the wet feel of his ecstasy filled tears smearing against your skin but choosing not to say anything as he fully allows his weight on top of your whilst your arms wrap around him. 

Giggling at the soft lips pressing feather-light kisses on the side of your neck as they slowly trail up towards your lips, capturing them in a gentle kiss while his fingers caress your scalp where he previously had a grip on your hair.  

A cold breeze pulls you both from your trance as the rustling of the willow tree above you fills your ears, once again reminding of the remnants from the harsh winter as goosebumps erupt from your skin. You notice how the waterfall no longer has a rainbow flowing through it, indicating that the sun has already begun to set, and you need to return home quickly.

You've never stayed in the forest long enough to see nightfall, and the stag would always make sure to escort you back to the treeline safely before sunset, but today time had slipped from your hands and you began to worry. Bakugou is quick to notice your concern as he wraps his arms around your center to hold you close, burying his head in the crook of your neck again and taking a deep breath as he inhales your warm scent. 

“I have to leave”, you remind him but still reciprocate his actions by wrapping your arms around him again as you also hated the idea of having to depart from this moment. 

“Stay”, he whispers against your skin followed by a swipe of his tongue against the dried blood around the punctures on your neck. 

“There is nowhere for us to st-”, you began to dissent, but the forest god silenced you by quickly pulling you into a kiss once more. Grin on his features that you couldn't help but smile in return despite your disapproving eyes.

“I want to show you something”, he guides your legs to wrap around his waist before rising from the ground with you secured in his arms as he carries you through a path of the forest you hadn't explored before. The sun was already halfway past the mountains, making it hard to see, but just as you were about to express your concerns to him, a light in the corner of your eye caught your attention. A small blinking light followed by another until an entire cloud of dancing lights was illuminating your path.

After Ragnarök, it was rare to catch a glimpse of certain insects, fireflies being one of them, so seeing so many in one place had your jaw slack as you watched how they gracefully danced under the upcoming moonlight whilst they guided you through the forest. 

Bakugou kept walking through the field of thinning willow trees that started to morph into magnificent maple trees that even with only the dim light of the fireflies, you could vividly see their vibrant colors. These acer trees had also become a rarity after the great destruction, and the analgesic in their bark was of high command to aid as a remedy for some illnesses, which made you wonder why he hadn't shown you this part of the forest before. The stag had always granted you access to all the rare medicinal flora found in these lands so you found it odd that he kept this area hidden from you. 

Your confusion only grew more as you made your way deeper into the darker trails of the maples, where the path seemed to end by a sealed corridor blocked off with an impenetrable wall of large roots and maple leaves.

“Blómi”, you hear Bakugou whisper as the sound of creaking wood follows, watching as the roots begin to untangle from each other and the leaves falls to the ground revealing a path of lit stones descending into a large garden with a great abundance of flowers, leading towards a large structure. 

Your jaw fell slack again, as you wouldn't have imagined  that this is where the silent god kept his palace, nor that such a vibrant area filled with such sublime greatness of nature could be hidden amid the sacred gloom of the maples. Bakugou couldn't help but smile as he carried you through his garden whilst you stared in complete enchantment, filled with joy that he could finally share his greatest treasures with you. 

The inside of the palace was equally as marvelous as the outside and had a beautiful golden fountain at the very center with small creeks that led to other corridors of the palace, ones you couldn't wait to explore once daylight came again. As for now, the mighty god was still carrying you towards what you could only imagine were his chambers as he ascended the grand staircase near the main entryway. Revealing an archway adorned with flowy white curtains that led inside his bedchamber where he set you down on the spacious bed at the center of the room. The bedding was soft and cozy as you sink deeper into the comfort of them, noticing how the moon sat perfectly above the palace where you had a clear view through the sunroof above the bed.

“Hí, elska”, you heard Bakugou whisper next to you, offering you a coconut shell filled with water. 

“Takk!”, you smile while grabbing the shell and drinking from it, finishing its contents before settling back down on the bed as a yawn escapes you, sleep finally catching up to you after such a fulfilling day. Settling against his chest whilst Bakugou worked his fingers through some of the tangles bathing earlier might have caused.

“God natt, ásynja mín”, he boasts, a grin spreading at your widened eyes looking up at him. 

“Ásynja?”, you ask, unsure if you heard him correctly to which he only nods in return as you match his smile. 

“Yes, ásynja mín, for everything I own is now yours as well”, he adds while nodding towards the room, confirming that he meant the palace and everything within his forest was now yours to rule alongside him for eternity. 

And you couldn't be happier as you drift off to sleep against the god’s chest, neither could him as he placed a gentle kiss against your forehead before peering up at the moon. Asking his father if he was watching as he finally found the one with whom his soul delights in after many years of hard battles, he has completed the prophecy he set for himself all those winters ago when he met you, now with a content smile as he buried his nose in your head, excited for what the future awaits as the rulers of Landvidi.

𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝗫 𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗕!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / unprotected sex / allusion to reader being on birth control / a kinda angsty situationship, they're mean to each other, etc.

your knees are planted on the mattress, legs working you up and down the length of his cock in a rhythmic bounce. katsuki's fingers dig into your hips and aid you in your movements with his strength, all while those ruby eyes are fixated on the motion of your tits. they flash up to meet your face when you ask a question.

"can you cum inside this time?"

his brows furrow briefly, and he responds resolutely with no hesitation, gaze falling back to your chest. "hell no."

you meet him with an offended scoff, disappointed in his unsatisfactory answer. "why not? you know it's safe."

"i don't care."

your irritation at his stubbornness heightens, and you need to question his reasoning. "but that doesn't make sense."

katsuki's own annoyance swells along with the strength behind his grip on you and the speed with which his hips move up to meet yours. "will you just shut the hell up?" his jaw is starting to clench, the angry shape of his brow intensifying, and he thinks he could cum if you'd be quiet; he needs to pull out—

"no! it doesn't make sense!" even as your words are jostled by the choppy airflow to your lungs, you're apparently insistent on ruining this for him.

he growls through gritted teeth. "dammit—"

fed up and frustrated, he pulls you off of him and tosses you to the side where you land on the mattress with a bounce, effectively edging himself, little to your knowledge. he's pissed and heaving and sweating, cock red and pulsing with his rapid heartbeat, equally as angry. and you're empty.

you take a moment to process the change, growing cold both physically and emotionally.

"are you serious right now?" you ask, looking over and examining him. "why are you being such a bitch?"

katsuki's staring at the ceiling, an arm resting on his forehead and somewhat blocking you from his peripheral vision. his voice is breathless and lacks fervor. this encounter is over. "fuck off. stop askin' me dumb ass questions."

you shake your head with a smile of pure disbelief. "oh my god…"

equally as irritated and returning to a frown, you sit up more properly and stonewall him in return. "okay. whatever." you quickly move to collect your clothes, throw them back on, and leave his room without another word.

he can't even manage to finish himself after that; though, still covered in your slick, he aches and leaks against his stomach for several minutes once you shut the door.

hours later, your phone buzzes with a text.

> it feels too good

it's katsuki, and you're confused. what the hell could he possibly be on about after earlier?

? <

you're left waiting a few moments for a response.

> cumming inside you > feels too good > i know i wont be able to stop

this is his explanation—his begruding, indirect apology.

he's known ever since the first time that it'll be a slippery slope if he ever indulges again, so he doesn't. but he cums to the thought of it. he always does.

MINORS DNI 18+

“This is sum’ wifey shit, you know that?” KATSUKI BAKUGOU remarks, a husky grate to his winded voice as he fucks your guts through your pretty asshole. Big hands split you open, fingernails digging into the flesh of your backside. You can’t keep it together, eyes drowsily fluttering as you clutch onto the sheets and whimper. It’s as if you can’t tell if it hurts or feels good, however satisfying the fill is. “Fuckin’ yer ass and you’re backin’ up on the dick like you want it. The fuck’you playin’ at, huh? Wanna ring or som’thin’?” You cry into the mattress, curling your toes so hard they ache while he’s pumping those hips into you. Fat cock making a mess of your asshole, pre-cum and spit lubing up the tight hole enough to let him fuck you like he wants you in pain. “Damn, you think you’re gunna cum? Feel like you’re close. Haven’t even touched that cunt yet.”

Pure amazement

Katsuki ‘Backshot King’ Bakugou

I’ve been having some of the ugliest brainrot about this; sooooo I’mma leave this here.

he’s come a long, long way with nicknames over the last couple of years and now being a senior in college, Backshot King has been on that’s carried with him since his sophomore year. the few girls he has fraternized with have given him quite the rep on campus.

and he lives up to the name—almost every girl in his graduating class has tried at least twice to be on the receiving end of his deep strokes and rough grip, but he’s hardly paid them any mind. not when there’s you, the pretty girl in his sociology course that’s been nothing but sweet to him since day 3. (days one & two, he came in with a shitty attitude & you steered clear.)

can’t help the giddy feeling that nestles itself in his chest when you’re finally wrapped around his cock, several study sessions & 4 actual dates later. you look so unreal splayed out beneath him, thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin. It almost shimmers and he has to stop himself from dragging his tongue across your stomach for the smallest taste.

“turn over f’me.” If you weren’t so lost in your thoughts, you would’ve moved when he said it, but when it’s going on almost a full minute and you still haven’t moved, Katsuki makes the adjustments for you.

his arms lock around your midsection, flipping you on your stomach. you moan at the feel of his scorching palms on your hips, pulling your ass in the air. his palm stays splayed on your back, keeping your arch in that perfect position for him to wreck your guts and you tremble in his grip as the head of his dick presses against the opening of your pussy.

Katsuki’s never been more eager to sink into something in his fucking life. he can feel the heat from your walls radiating just around his tip and it makes him feverish as he sinks into you in one fell swoop, knocking you forward immediately. you lose the arch but it isn’t long before he’s propping you back up, snapping his hips into you again.

“f-fuck..” you seeth, face sinking into the plush pillow wrapped tight in your arms. “you’re deep!”

“good.” Bakugou’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, dragging you back on his cock, sinking all the way to the hilt before he pulling out and pressing in again.

he sets a hellish pace, pelvis smacking against the cheeks of your ass like nobody’s business. he’s got a hand tight around the back of your neck as he digs out your insides, head bumping against the very ends of your pussy. you’ve already got tears threatening to spill over and he’s only a few strokes in.

you’d heard about Katsuki’s reputation and what it entailed, but you never guessed you’d be on the receiving end nor that it held too much truth. you were the lucky winner and Bakugou finds himself more than grateful for the snug hold your walls keeps on him. “so fuckin’ tight, feels good..”

the words sound muffled rolling off his lips as you scoot forward, pulling away from Katsuki as his thrusts get more powerful. he tsks, arms locked around your elbows as he pulls you back to him, his dick fucking your cervix once again. “whatcha runnin for?”

he can’t hide the pure satisfaction he feels hearing your mewls and cries of ‘slow down, Katsuki! please!’ or the sadistic smile that graces his lips the more he sees you trying to run from him. he’s got his hands on your shoulders while he holds you in place, forcing your walls to take every last inch of him.

you’re full on sobbing, pussy sore and swollen from the way his balls slap against you and the sheer force of his thrusts. you wish you’d known what you were signing up for. when you start creaming around his cock, walls clenching rapidly around him, Katsuki’s ready to blow, daring to fuck every single sticky rope of his cum in you.

you’re shaking in his hold as you cum without warning, hoarse screams of his name music to Bakugou’s ears while he fucks you through your high. your brain can’t fully imagine the feeling of beyond fullness that follows when he finally cums in you, spurts of his seed filling every corner of your womb.

It’s a domino effect, the way he’s coating your walls in cum, spurred on by the way your walls hug him tighter with every push of his hips. that’s the quickest he’s ever finished and the mere thought of you withstanding his onslaught and taking his cum has Katsuki rutting into you all over again.

“not done ‘til you’re cryin’ and leakin’ my cum .” he’s pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head and it’s the softest thing you’ll get from him all night.

@ohayopumpum <3