Mastermind

He threw you down on the bed. Clothes? Ripped. Panties? Torn off with one brutal yank. His hands were everywhere—manhandling, pinning, flipping you over like you weighed nothing.

You pushed him too far this time. The smart mouth. The taunts. The absolute disrespect. You wanted to piss him off. Needed him to remind you who the fuck you belonged to. And unfortunately for you?

He finally decided to indulge you. So now you’re naked—thrown over his lap like a spoiled little brat—squirming while his calloused palm delivers sharp, deliberate smacks to your ass, each one hotter and rougher than the last.

“You think this is a game?” SMACK.

His hand cracked against your skin with a force that echoed in the silence.

“You think you can mouth off, act like some insufferable little brat—” SMACK “—and I won’t do something about it?”

You gasped, legs twitching, body jostled forward with every hit. But you didn’t apologize. Not yet. Not when your pride still clawed at your throat.

“Go on,” he spat, towering over you, chest heaving with restraint stretched to its breaking point. “Keep fucking pushing me. Keep pretending you don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to.”

Another smack, harder, and you choked on a moan.

“I’ve been patient. I’ve held back. I’ve let you snap at me, mock me, bite every goddamn hand that tried to love you.” His fingers dug into the curve of your ass, nails biting into your skin. “And you think I won’t remind you who the fuck owns this body?”

Two more hits. Sharp, punishing. One to each cheek.

“By the time I’m done with you,” he growled, voice rough, dangerous, “You’ll be begging for mercy. You’ll forget every word except my fuckin’ name.”

You whimpered, eyes already burning. He grabbed your hair, yanked your head back just enough to see the panic-glazed lust in your eyes. You were already dripping, thighs twitching, biting back moans like it wouldn’t betray how much this punishment turned you on.

“Tch. Look at this pussy,” he sneered, fingers running between your soaked folds. “You get off on this shit, huh? Act like a bitch all day just to get your ass beat.”

He shoved two fingers inside you suddenly, and you gasped, hips jerking, grinding down on them—until he pulled them out.

“Ah ah. That’s not how this works,” he growled, dragging you off his lap and tossing you on the bed like you weighed nothing. “You don’t get to come. Not yet.”

He tied your wrists to the headboard. Loose enough to be safe, tight enough to make your heart race. You whined, tugging against the restraints. Even when he's rough, he still makes sure everything is safe. He will stop if she says she wants to stop, especially when she uses her safe word.

“Katsuki—”

Slap. Not hard, just a sharp sting against your inner thigh.

“Don’t talk. Not unless I say so.”

He dropped to his knees, pulling your legs apart. “You want my mouth?” he teased, breath ghosting over your soaked cunt. “You think you earned it?”

You said nothing. He didn’t move.

“Answer me.”

“…No,” you mumbled.

“What was that?”

You swallowed. “N-No, sir.”

His grin was dark. Proud. Predatory.

“Damn right.”

And then he started—tongue lapping at your clit, slow and lazy. Teasing. Fingers spreading you open while he circled your swollen bud, humming like he was savoring dessert. You gasped, back arching, thighs trembling. But just when you were about to fall over the edge—He stopped. You screamed.

“KATSUKI—!”

Another slap to your thigh. He stood up, licking his fingers slowly, watching you fall apart. “You don’t get to come until you’ve learned.”

The edging didn’t happen once. Or twice. He edged you four times. You were sobbing by the end of it. Voice hoarse. Body thrumming with heat. Eyes glassy. Your thighs wouldn’t stop shaking.

“I need it—Katsuki, please, I’ll be good, I swear I’ll—”

He grabbed your face. “Say it again.”

“I’ll be good,” you hiccupped. “I’ll be so good for you, I swear, Katsuki, please—!”

That’s when he undid the restraints and flipped you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up to meet him. You barely had time to breathe. He didn’t even prep you. Just spat into his hand and stroked his cock once before shoving in, thick and unforgiving, dragging a broken moan from your lips.

You screamed.

“That’s it,” he growled, fucking into you like a man possessed. “Now you remember who owns this fuckin’ pussy. Who you come to when you’re desperate. When you need your bratty ass put in check.”

You tried to squirm away, gasping, but he pinned you by the hips and slammed back in, making you cry out.

“Not so smart now, huh? Where’s all that fuckin’ mouth?” He grabbed your hair, yanked your head back to whisper in your ear. “Say some shit now. I dare you.”

You couldn’t. Not through the breathless moans and hiccupped cries. He fucked you rough, mean, brutal like punishment. Your legs shook. Your body curled in on itself. He pulled orgasm after orgasm from you until your voice was gone, your mascara was running, and your defiance was just gone.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. Only cry and moan and thank him, even when your orgasm hit like a truck—violent, involuntary, and so intense you thought you might black out. He didn’t stop. Not when you clenched. Not when you whined. Not when your legs gave out.

“I’ll tell you when we’re done,” he hissed. “You come when I say. You stop when I’m satisfied.”

When he finally came—deep inside, growling through his teeth—he didn’t pull out. He leaned over you, breathing heavily, his weight keeping you caged beneath him.

You were shaking, panting, ruined—but when he pulled you into his chest afterward, kissing your forehead and whispering “You did so fuckin’ good for me, princess,” it was almost enough to make you cry again.

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He has always thought that you, his pretty, short, adorable little girlfriend, were absolutely fine. 

The first day he met you on a warm day like this one while grabbing an iced coffee and accidentally grabbing your order (before scaring the café employees), he was taken aback by your gorgeous brown skin, doe-like eyes, and fluffy black hair, perfectly circular and full.

Especially your hair. He has never seen something so kempt and beautiful. 

Even now he is enchanted by your curly afro, staring at the way the sun’s rays glint against each black, coarse curl, not a single one out of place. His eyes then glide down to the floral sundress you decided to wear on your picnic date; the one with the ruffled sleeves dripping off of your shoulders that he wants to kiss and lead his tongue down to the slope of your breasts just barely popping out of your dress. 

He drinks in the way your plushy thighs seem a lot softer and squishier due to the way you sit with them under your ass. Your ass.

That thing could stop traffic! He could hardly tear his eyes off of it as you walked ahead of him in the park, the ruffles to your dress swirling around your thighs as your asscheeks jumped and jiggled with each step you took. He could only think about hiking your dress up and shoving his tongue in your pussy while he massaged your ass for all to see. 

“Katsuki.” 

And then your skin! It is as if it was sunkissed the very moment you popped out of your mama’s womb. He loves the way it glows in the sun, making him want to slather it in coconut oil just to see it glisten and shine. How he would love to kiss, nibble, and suckle on your soft skin now, laying you down on the picnic blanket and making you hot with his mouth before he pulls up your dress and– 

“Kats!” you holler. Bakugou blinks, snapping out of his dirty thoughts and notices your narrowed eyebrows. “Huh?” he asks. “What? What’d I do?”

You put down your romance manga, perusing those cute, perfect, plump little lips at him. “You’re lookin’ at me all weird,” you reply. “Do I got somethin’ on my face?” 

You wipe at the corner of your mouth as if you still have a crumb there from your meal earlier. Bakugou handmade you rice balls and picked up some bent boxes before scooping you up from work for a lunch date in the park.

It is a nice day; not a cloud in the ever-blue sky. Everyone, from mothers with their kids to dogwalkers, are out enjoying the day as well…not just you and your horny boyfriend. 

Bakugou gives you a humored smirk which means he’s about to say something slick. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “You were goin’ hard with them riceballs. I’m shocked you didn’t explode.” Laying on his side with his elbow propped up for his chin to lean against, he pokes you in the tummy with one index finger. 

You smack his toned arm with your book as he barks a laugh. “Shut up!” you whine. “I didn’t eat all day, okay?! All I had for lunch was a fruit cup and a phone call that nearly made me wanna ram my head into a wall.”

You roll your brown eyes as you take a sip of your peach iced tea. Bakugou can feel the irritation radiating off of your pretty body at the mention of the bullshit you put up with at your 9-5. 

“I told you to tell those extras over the phone to fuck off so you can eat,” he says, taking a sip of his ice cold water. Droplets fall off of it onto his thick neck, trailing down underneath the collar of his very tight V-neck. Unbeknownst to him, you notice. “So I can get fired from my job?” you snort. 

Bakugou scowls at you, moving your bottle of iced tea away from your face to bring your attention to him. He bets even through his Raybans, you can feel his red-hot gaze. “You don’t even need that job, babe,” he argues. “I make enough money as a hero to give you whatever you need. You know that.”

He places one of his big hands on your thigh, drawing your attention to the sleeve tattoo leading up to his beefy forearm. He can see you looking and bites back a smirk. ‘Naughty girl,’ he thinks. Even in public, you can’t help but thirst for him.

“I appreciate that, baby, but I’m fully capable of making my own money.” You give him a cute smile that makes Bakugou’s cock twitch in his cargo shorts. How is everything you do so arousing to him?

You cover his hand with yours, showing just how small you are compared to him. “Plus, I’d just be a burden to my big, bad, strong pro hero and his big, bad missions.” 

With a squeak, you end up back to chest with Bakugou, his rippling pectorals that you love to feel up and lick up pressing flush against your back. One arm wraps tight around your midsection while the other is placed by your side, his hand covering yours. He has to resist the urge to dig his nose into your hair to inhale the sweet smell of shea butter and mangos though the aroma makes his cock throb. 

“First of all, don’t ever fuckin’ say you’re a burden to me again,” he softly growls into your ear. He feels your pulse jump in your neck and it excites him further.

“Second, you’re goddamn right I’m big, bad, AND very strong.” He then wraps both arms around your waist and hoists you up onto his lap. “Strong enough to scoop you up whenever I want,” he chuckles. 

You softly whimper, puckering those glossy, pink lips as he sits you in his lap, right on top of his groin. An exhale that you have been holding in leaves you as Bakugou begins to pepper your neck in kisses, leaving no inch of skin unturned. “Kats,” you shyly murmur, pressing your hands against his solid chest and silver dog tags. “We’re in public.” 

Your boyfriend glowers at you with those red-hot eyes like molten lava. Excitement and fear explodes in your chocolate-brown eyes at the change in his expression. “Who gives a fuck?” he growls, tightening his hold on you. “Everybody should know that you’re mine, and if anybody has a problem with that, I’ll take care of it.” 

You giggle, the sound going straight to his heart and his cock. “You’re insane,” you snort as he tosses your chubby arms around him, blowing a raspberry into your bosom. You give another adorable giggle, wiggling around in his lap and accidentally brushing his hard-on. “I’m your man,” he replies. “Besides, it’s all your fault.” 

His lips latch onto that spot behind your ear that makes you say– 

“Oh,” you exhale in pleasure, your eyes fluttering from the ting zing of electricity that Bakugou knows he has given you. Because he feels it too. “H-How?” you soft ask. 

He moves his lips away from your ear, tilting his chin up so his nose can indulge in the scent of your afro. “Your hair,” he sighs in your ear. “It smells so good. Like mangoes.” He nuzzles his face into your hair, wanting to drown himself in its aroma as if he were a dog. 

You tilt your head back, accidentally giving him access to your neck to continue to ravage. “Mmm, Katsuki,” you moan. “C’mon, not out here.” But your pleas sound weak and untrue, especially since you keep wiggling your ass around on his hard cock. 

He silences you with a hot kiss on your lips, his fingers gently entering the valley of curls that is your hair. He nearly moans at the texture, reminding him so much of a black sheep’s wool. “And it’s so soft,” he continues. “I can’t believe ya let me touch it.” You usually are very resistant against ANYONE touching your hair besides your parents… 

But with Bakugou, you allow him to do as he pleases because you trust him. Your hair is sacred as a Black woman, and you have taught him that (and he listened intently), yet you still allow him access to one of the most beautiful parts of you that require such carefulness and care. All because of your trust in him. And that means more than he can express in words…so he uses his actions instead. 

You flush under the sun, your eyes flitting away in embarrassment as he looks you dead in your face. “That’s because…because…” You bite your lip, unfortunately turning Bakugou on even more that his cock begins to chub against his shorts.

He grips you closer to him, pressing you against solid muscle. “What, baby?” he smirkingly asks. “‘Cause you like it? ‘Cause you’re so starved for your hero’s touch?” 

One sneaky hand sneaks down between your thighs under your dress to feel your panties, silk and soft against his palm. You gasp, grasping his shoulders as his fingers toy with the puffy lips of your pussy pushing against your panties. He continues to give you slow, sensual kisses on the lips filled with tongue and a lot of dirty, hot remarks that he can feel are starting to strongly affect you. 

“Who the fuck told you to look this good in the sun?” he growls. “How dare you look this sexy in broad daylight, huh?” With his other hand, he tightly grips your chin and forces you to hold still as he peppers your throat in kisses. “Were you tryin’ to drive me crazy? Were you hopin’ I’d get this hard for you, baby?” 

He presses his fingers a bit harder against you, applying pressure to your clit that makes you wantonly moan and your back arch, pushing your bosom into his chest. He can tell from the heat and wetness seeping through your panties that he has gotten you.

“‘Suki,” you moan, balling the fabric of his shirt into your fists. “Please…touch me.” You grind yourself down into his hand, discreetly so as to not alarm any of the good park folk. Even though there is no one within a good radius of you, in a place as big and wide as a park, you never know who is watching. 

Bakugou nearly busts his nut right there! He loves when you get all needy and slutty like this. “Oh,” he drawls out, giving you a cocky smirk. “So my baby wants me to touch her, huh? Whatever happened to that “we’re in public” shit, hm?” Swiftly, he pushes your panties aside underneath your dress and presses his index and middle fingers against your throbbing clit. 

“Ah!” you softly gasp, your juicy lips curving into an O that drives him insane. He loves watching your body move; how slutty your actions become with every move he makes. You become putty in his hands the same way he is with you every second of every day with every little thing you do. 

“I guess my little slut likes that sneaky shit,” he chuckles. He then slides his fingers out of your panties and sucks on his digits in front of you, twirling his pierced tongue around his fingertips to suck up your taste. He then slides you off of him, destroying the sexual magic between you. “Well, if you really wanna get fucked out here, let’s find another place where–” 

“Why?!” you impatient whine, interrupting him. “Come on, ‘Suki, I need you!” You yank him toward you, wanting another kiss. Another touch. Anything to soothe your ache. But Bakugou stops you, placing a hand at the back of your neck and leaning in towards your ear. 

“You really wanna fuck in front of the kids, babe?” he whispers. 

You both slowly turn to see a group of kids yards away playing in the park’s playground, squealing from the swings and taking turns going down the slide. Dozens of tiny, innocent children whose minds you would most definitely break if they witnessed what you want to do with your boyfriend right now.

“O-Oh,” you realize, embarrassed and mentally kicking yourself. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

And so Bakugou sweeps you off to a private place in the deepest part of the park, where the people and parking lots disappear and all that is left are trees, empty hiking trails in the woods, and a bubbling creek where the afternoon sun glints against the water like diamonds.

You proceed to lay the picnic blanket down and continue the rest of your “picnic” with your pro hero boyfriend…which is really just the nastiest sex that one can have in the great outdoors is a secluded area. 

If your boyfriend thought you were beautiful before, he thinks you’re damn gorgeous watching you bounce on his cock in the sun and open those pretty lips of yours to moan his name. He intently watches the way your titties and pretty, brown nipples jiggle while the sun’s golden rays glint off of your majestic afro that bounces and shimmies every time you pull yourself up onto your knees to come back down on his dick.

Your sundress has long since been torn off and tossed off to the side with Bakugou’s shirt and jeans, leaving him in only his wife beater peeled up to expose his abs that you licked on prior and his designer briefs pulled down to his thighs to allow you better access. 

His eyes drink in all of you now, from your thighs spread to straddle him in reverse cowgirl to the way your back curves down to your full, juicy ass that wiggles, bounces, and shakes every time his cock appears and disappears inside of you. “Oh, my God, Katsuki!” you wail. “Fuck, you feel so good!” 

He grins, cockily so, at the way you respond to his dick even when he is barely doing anything. He lets you take control, your hands pressed firmly on his muscular thighs, your pretty, pink nails slightly digging into his skin. “You too, mama,” he laughs through a moan. “But if you don’t shut up, someone’s gonna come by and see you like this.” 

He grips your hips tight; tight enough to leave bruises. Marks on his territory just as he did to your neck and tits now coated in lovebites.

“Or do you want somebody to see you filled up with my cock?” he teasingly asks. He begins to lift his hips up to fuck you back, drawing his cock in and out of the way gummy, soft, velvety walls of your pussy. 

This does NOTHING to quiet you down, so you have to cover your mouth to avoid alarming someone and having them come see what the fuss is about. “Ah, fuck…n-no!” you pathetically sob into your palm. 

SPANK! 

You loudly moan as Bakugou’s hand comes down hard on your ass, his cock throbbing at the way your asscheek recoils against his calloused palm, scarred from years of pro hero work and training. “You little liar,” he grunts. “You want some extra to come along and see you bouncin’ on hero dick.” 

SPANK! 

He smacks your ass again, the sound ricocheting off of the trees, as he continues to pound your pussy from beneath you. “Say it,” he demands, his voice harsh and raspy. Just the way you like it judging from the way your cunt squeezes around him. “Y-Yes!” you squeak. “Yes, Daddy, I do!” 

Bakugou’s head swims with pleasure and arousal, causing him to meet your thrusts harder and faster, desperation taking over his body. How he wants to keep you here forever and make you cum over and over again. “Yeah, you do,” he chuckles. “That’s Daddy’s good fuckin’ girl.” 

He then leans back and tosses his arms behind his head, watching you ride him in the sun, its bright rays illuminating your brown skin. “Go on, baby, keep ridin’ me,” he groans. “You look so good up there. Like a fuckin’ Goddess.”

He could cum just by watching you grind your hips back, tossing your ass back against his pelvis as you ride him like you just stole him and the cops are on your tail. 

Unbeknownst to him, you feel the same neediness and overwhelming arousal from his appearance too. As you toss your head back to look at him and stare deep into his eyes as you ride his cock, you fall in love with the way his tattooed biceps bulge and the way his handsome face screws in pleasure, his blonde undercut slightly damp from sweat. The stare he gives you is so intense, heated, and adoring that it nearly makes you cum right there.  

“Oh, baby,” he groans. “Fuck, I’mma cum soon!”

His big hands grip your hips tight enough to keep you latched onto his cock, making it impossible to leave even if you wanted to…but you don’t. He can tell from the way you keep up speed grinding your hips forward and back with his cock inside of you, your fingers quickly rubbing at your clit the way he wants to. 

“Me too,” you whine. You turn to him, giving him that doe-eyed, needy look that drives him to the brink of insanity. “Please, ‘Suki, fuck me. Make me cum for you.” 

Blood floods Bakugou’s cock and balls, making him want to desperately fill you up. He knows he doesn’t have long, so he gives your ass another smack. “Hop off then,” he demands. You do as he asks, quickly getting on the picnic blanket. “All fours for me, baby. Arch that back…goood girl.” 

To you, all of his hot demands and saccharine praises drip over you like honey. When his hands grasp your hips, bringing you closer to him, you shiver, your skin tingling at this calloused touch. He presses his cock against your slit and taps it three times–plap-plap-plap–causing you both to moan at the pleasure caused from his tip rubbing against your clit. “I love you, Kats,” you murmur. 

Bakugou smiles, his entire body exploding with heat. He will never get tired of hearing those three little words being uttered by you. His pretty, beautiful, absolutely adorable girlfriend.

“I love you too, baby,” he lovingly replies. “Let me show you how much.” And then he’s sliding inside of you, taking all of the words out of your mouth and your brain. 

“Shit!” he moans, pushing himself deeper with every thrust he makes. You feel so much better in this position, plus he is able to get a good look at your body: your ass, tummy, and breasts are perfectly available to grab and grip whenever he wants to. Not to mention the access he has to your cute little asshole. He already has a plan for that. 

To anyone walking by, all they would hear is the plap-plap-plap of his thighs smacking against your ass every time he brings you back to fuck on his cock.

Every time his cock kisses that spot inside of you, your eyelids flutter and your mouth goes slack while he sees stars in his open eyes. Every limb attached to your body shakes. Your pussy quivers and trembles around his cock with every stroke. His entire being comes to life from the sight of you and the pleasure of fucking your sweet pussy, intense and addictive. 

“Good?” he chuckles. You wantonly moan, nodding wordlessly. He gives your ass a squeeze, coaxing you to toss your gorgeous ass back into him. “Fuck me back, mama. You know how I like it.” 

Oh, yes, you do. That is why you let your elbows go limb and place your face down onto the blanket while you toss your ass back into him, pushing yourself into his cock as he draws himself forward, the both of you fucking each other and trying to bring each other to the brink of no return.

Bakugou uses this advantage to lick his thumb and press it to your asshole, barely entering but it is enough for you to feel it. “Oh, my God,” you moan out. “Oh, f-f-fuck yes!” 

SMACK!

Bakugou loops a hand under your thighs and smacks your pussy instead, his palm coming back sticky. “Told ya to keep it down,” he grunts, but ends up moaning out a little too loud himself when your walls squeeze him tight. “Fuck, babe, you just got tighter! Do you like this shit?” 

You groan in response, your walls fluttering around him as you blindly fuck yourself back onto his cock as if he were a toy. Oh, how he loves this! “Oh, you little slut,” he growls, fucking you faster, harder, making your ass jiggle against his pelvis. “When we get home, I’m fuckin’ you up all over again. You don’t get off this easily from me, you know that.” 

He can feel it now again: the rising urge to cum. His balls are tightening and clenching the more he strokes your pussy, his muscles tensing in response to the way your beautiful cunt hugs him. 

Not only that but the way your body, stretchmarks and all, looks in the sunlight is enough to make him blow several nuts. “You’re just too goddamn perfect,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 

He pistons himself inside of you at a tempo that is sure to tip you both over the edge, but the way you throw your ass back against his dick may be just the thing to make him explode. Suddenly, you gasp, picking your head up to look beyond the trees in front of you. “W-Wait, Katsuki!” you gasp. “Someone’s coming!” 

“Yeah and it’s gonna be me if you don’t stop doin’ that,” Bakugou groans, using both hands to grip your ass. He is completely unaware that you are dead serious because of how close he is, his mind blank from the ecstasy and the wet silkiness of your pussy.

“Shit, baby, I’m ‘bout to cum!” he moans, gripping you tighter, wanting to see his cum panting your– 

“Arf, arf!” comes a bark. Bakugou immediately pauses, damn near having a heart attack at the sound of the dog. He sees the furry, brown thing scurrying through the grassy hill a couple feet from them, sniffing around.

There is a woman calling for him down below, sounding as if she is just about to come up and see you being mounted by your boyfriend. “Rupert!” the woman shouts. “Rubert, come back! You went too far!” 

The dog then raises his head at the sound of his owner, but then turns his head to you and Bakugou. ‘Shit,’ Bakugou thinks. His heart stutters in his chest and he wonders briefly if he’ll have to use his quirk to make the dog run off. The last thing he wants is to be arrested for indecent exposure.

“Damn dog,” he angrily whispers. “Ruinin’ my fuckin’ nut.” 

There is a tense stand-off for a while where the dog stares at you and Bakugou and you stare back, trying not to move as if that will help. Luckily, the owner calls him again and the dog wags his tongue in excitement before turning around and running off. “Rubert!” she shouts again. “Over here, boy!” 

“Arf, arf!” he replies, his barks becoming quieter and more distant as he moves down the hill. Bakugou listens carefully to them walking off, the sound of footsteps in the grass becoming quieter as they walk away. He sighs, feeling your body relax too. “That was close,” he sighs. 

“Very close,” you reply. He catches the seduction in your tone immediately and feels himself begin to harden again, having lost it when he was rudely interrupted by that lady’s pet.

You turn to look at him over your shoulder, your stare molten-hot and lustful. “Now where were we? I think I remember you were about to cum your brains out for me.” 

You wiggle your ass around enticingly, and because Bakugou is so whipped for you, it doesn’t take him long to feel that tugging urge to cum in his balls again. He begins to get right back to it, fucking you hard and fast.

“More like you were about to cum your brains out for me,” he grunts. “Get to it then, baby. Cum for me. Cum for your man.” 

After a couple more thrusts and harsh spanks on your ass, he feels your walls tighten around him as you finally cum, moaning out his name in a way that brings the most feral, possessive part of him out.

Bakugou grunts and groans as he chases his own orgasm inside of you before finally gripping your hips and stilling as he spills his cum deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his spunk that drips down your luscious thighs and stains the blanket below. Neither one of you care. In the bliss of your shared orgasm, nothing matters but this moment between you. 

When the high finally fades, Bakugou slowly pulls his semi-hard cock, slick with your juices, out of you and rolls onto his back beside you. You flip over and tiredly lay by his side, the both of you breathing heavily, slick with sweat and kissed by the sun, staring up at the blue sky above. 

He turns to stare at you, committing the photo of your brown skin golden with post-sex afterglow to memory. You turn to him, your brown eyes glistening with joy and bliss. “That was perfect,” you sigh. “But it always is with you.” 

Bakugou wraps an arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “I know,” he replies. You smack him hard on the side, making him hiss in pain. “Ow! I was just kidding! Shit, that hurt!”

He rubs away the burn from your assault as you roll your eyes, sitting up to grab your tote bag coated in cute strawberries, his Dynamight keychain hanging from the zipper.

“You always wanna ruin a sweet moment,” you scoff. You dig into your bag to fish out your lavender babywipes, tossing them at him. He catches the pack in one hand, chuckling to himself. “Now help me clean off down there before it gets all sticky.” 

Bakugou does as you demand, gently cleaning his cum from your pussy, thighs, and ass, taking extra care to be sensitive with you. You giggle when he begins to plant kisses on your thick, chubby thighs and legs, pressing his lips to your ankles. “What got into you today?” you giggle, dragging your fingers through his hair. “You were so feral earlier. Now you’re all affectionate.” 

He tilts his head up to look up at you, falling deeper in love with you the more the sun glows in your hair and eyes. He leans up to kiss you and presses his nose against your neck, breathing in your sugary perfume. “You,” he replies into your neck. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty. I can’t believe you’re really mine.” 

You cooing whine at his sweet words, pressing a kiss to his cheek that makes him blush. “And I can’t believe you’re mine too,” you hum. “Maybe we need more time alone to make it real.” He pulls away to see the knowing look in your eye, meaning that that last orgasm was not enough. Bakugou wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Maybe we do,” he replies in that raspy voice that he knows makes you throb. “But first, we need a dip. I still feel fuckin’ gross.” He helps you off of the picnic blanket, making sure no one is around to see you both naked as you both walk towards the appetizing water glistening in the creek.

“Will your hair be okay?” he wonders. 

You give him a cute smile that is so endearing and so enchanting that he nearly drops to his knees and thanks God for you. “If I don’t get it wet, I’ll be fine,” you giggle, patting your fro. “Now come on! Let’s go swimming!” 

You grab his hand and proceed to waddle with him to the water where you spend the rest of the afternoon playfully splashing at each other and soaking up the sun’s rays…and each other. 

THE END.

“…yes,” you whimper.

“Then fucking arch it.”

You sniffle. “Okay.”

He breaks character and huffs out a laugh as he watches you continue to helplessly stretch and squelch around him, making a creamy mess all along his shaft. He straightens his back, big hands now firmly grabbing your hips as he picks up the pace.

“Yeahh—stay right there,” his chest rumbles as he lets out a low, drawn-out groan. The smack of his hips growing louder, driving himself right into that little spot that won’t stop screaming for his attention.

It has his attention now.

The new angle had you whining into the pillow, absolutely reeling from how good he was at this, despite his complaints. He knows how to be rough. Nearly lifting you off the bed once he starts pulling your hips back, heavy balls smacking against your sensitive clit as he makes you meet each and every rough thrust he delivers.

“F-fuckk!” you choke out, barely able to form a coherent sentence as you start babbling out a bunch of words.

“So fuckin’ spoiled.” He complains, but just barely. “C’mon brat—you’ve been working me like a fuckin’ dog, give it to me already.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He doesn’t believe you. You sound like you’re in heaven right now. “Mmhh—I love you so much.” His scowl deepens. “So, so much—you’re so fucking big.“

“Tch.” He grabs a handful of your hair, then yanks you back until you’re up against his chest, lips grazing your ear while muttering in it. “I don’t want an apology. What I want is for you to cum on my fuckin’ cock already. Or should I just stop?”

“No, no don’t! Please! I’m trying, I swear,” you begin to plead with the man.

“Try harder.” Then he smiled, because he felt you squeeze around him. “Jesus Christ—you need to me talk you through it too? The chocolates supposed to make you horny, sweetheart. Not useless.”

“It’s not my fault,” you whimper, and squeeze around him again, pulling a condescending huff out of him.

“You poor thing,” he hums. “Probably spent the whole day waiting for me to come home so I could make you feel better, huh?”

His breath tickles your ear and you nearly moan. “Mhm—I thought about it all day.”

“Well aren’t you sweet,” he mutters, tone as condescending as ever. “You got what you wanted, too. I’ve been taking care of you for a while now. How many times have I cum in you now?”

“I… I don’t know—“

“Of course you fuckin’ don’t.” He cuts you off, unamused by your answer. “Want me to do it again? Fill you up, make you feel all nice and warm?”

“Please.”

“Give me what I want then. If these sheets aren’t soaked by the time I’m about to cum again, I’m pulling out and finishing on your face,” he lets go of your hair and begins to laugh. You don’t get much of a chance to react before you feel the pads of his fingers on your clit, pulling a gasp out of you once he starts rubbing little circles on top of already fucking you. “Heh—let’s see if playing with this cute little clit saves you.”

And he knows you don’t deserve it—any of it, honestly. Unfortunately, he can’t help himself, not with the reactions he gets out of you. He married you for many reasons—getting to spend the rest of his life with a squirter was one of them. The moment your breathing grows labored and you sound like you’re gonna start to cry, his lids grow heavy and he starts saying all the things he told himself he wouldn’t say today.

"Yeahhh, that’s it, baby—fuuuuck—takin’ it so good.” He is fucking gone. Voice thick, filled with nothing but lust and awe as he presses against your lower belly. “C’mon, you want it here, right? Yeah, you know what to do—don’t let some fuckin’ asshole finish on your sweet little face.”

Yes. Your husband just degraded himself. And you just egg him on without meaning to. You were already whining about how it was too much, the incoherent “want it inside,” just made it better worse.

“I will, I’ll give you so fuckin’ much if you just give me one—just one. Easy. Shit—I’ll fill you up as much as you want afterwards.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but that doesn’t matter when it’s what has you crying and trembling and finally gushing around his cock.“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, that’s—fuuuuck yeah. Good job, sweetheart—good fuckin’ job. Fuck.”

Funny enough, he came right after you, which was a relief because that meant his job was done and he was finally able to give his dick a fucking break after hours of feeling like he was working for free, when he had already worked a regular eight hour shift prior. The biggest relief of all was seeing you lie limp in bed, after slightly worrying if you ever actually would.

He leans over you with a smug smile, already having forgotten how much you pissed him off earlier as he moved some hair away from your face. Checking to see if you’re actually asleep or not, then feeling a deep sense of peace when seeing that you are. He presses a kiss against your cheekbone, and in the most loving way hopes you stay that way because he cannot do that again. Then finally, he gets up to use the bathroom.

The peace is only lasts four steps until it’s completely shattered again when he hears your weak voice.

“Are you ready to go again?”

You’d touched him before. You’d kissed him, shy and breathless. You’d sucked on his fingers while he told you how good you looked doing it, guiding your jaw as you gagged and drooled. You’d even gone down on him once—messy and overwhelmed, your nose buried in the base of his cock while your tears stained his skin. He’d praised you for every second of it, filthy and tender all at once.

But this?

This was different.

You were naked under him—bare, trembling, every inch of your skin sensitive under his calloused hands —and Katsuki had that look in his eyes. Hungry. Focused. Like he was going to ruin you slowly. Like he wanted to see you cry again, but this time from the stretch.

Your thighs quivered when he settled between them, thick and flushed and already hard against your belly. His mouth tilted in a smirk when he saw your face.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked already,” he murmured, thumbing between your legs like he owned the place. “What, you like gettin’ worked up before I even put a finger in?”

Your breath caught. “Katsuki— I don’t know if I can—”

“You can.” His voice dropped as he leaned in. “You want me, don’t you?”

You nodded fast, face burning.

He kissed your jaw, then lower, warm lips brushing your throat. “You want my fingers?”

“…Y‑Yeah.”

“You want my cock?”

The words made your breath stop. You whimpered, just barely, “Yes… please,” and his groan vibrated against your skin.

“Then be a good girl,” he said, “and relax.”

His fingers started slow—one at first, teasing and shallow—then two after a few minutes, curling deep inside you. And even that felt like too much. You gasped, back arching, grabbing at his wrist.

“Katsuki—!” you squeaked, thighs snapping closed instinctively.

He froze. “You okay?”

“I‑It’s a lot,” you whispered. “I can feel everything…”

His eyes darkened. “That’s the point, baby.” But his voice softened. “You’re just not used to bein’ full yet. Breathe for me.”

You nodded, shaky, chest rising and falling fast. He waited—fingers still, watching your face—until your grip on him loosened. Then he curled them inside you just a little.

You jerked, gasping.

“There it is,” he murmured, brushing his lips to your ear. “That spot right there? That’s mine now.”

You didn’t respond. Couldn’t. Your body clenched around him too hard to form words.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he muttered, voice strained. “If you’re squeezin’ my fingers like this, how the hell are you gonna take my cock?”

You shivered. “I don’t know,” you said, whispering into his ear.

He stopped. “You wanna stop?”

“No.” Your breath trembled. “No… I just—I’m scared.”

“I know, baby.” He kissed your temple, then your cheek. “You’re doin’ so good. Just let me take care of it.”

When he finally lined himself up between your legs—thick, heavy, leaking against your inner thigh—your whole body stiffened.

“Katsuki,” you said, panic rising again. “You’re not—there’s no way you’ll fit—”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he guided the head against your entrance. “You said that about my fingers too.”

“That’s—Katsuki, this is bigger—”

“I know it’s bigger,” he grunted, sliding in just the tip, and your entire body jolted. “Shit. You’re fuckin’ tight.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling, instinctively trying to close around him—but he was already between them, one hand gripping your thigh, the other cradling your cheek.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Breathe. You’re okay.”

Your nails dug into his arms. “It hurts…”

“I know,” he murmured. “I know. You’re a virgin, baby. That’s what happens.”

You stared up at him, watery-eyed. “Are you… are you gonna go all the way in?”

He kissed your cheek again. “Eventually. Not if you don’t let me, though.”

And he stayed like that—just the tip inside you—holding you, kissing you, letting you breathe through it. His words were low and rough against your skin.

“You’re takin’ me so well.”

“You’re bein’ brave, baby.”

“You’re mine. Let me in.”

Eventually, you nodded, And he pushed deeper.

You gasped, whole body locking up again. The stretch was brutal. It felt like you were going to split.

“Katsuki—!”

“Shhh, I got you. You’re okay. Just a little more…”

You felt every inch of him—every vein, every twitch, every pulse—as he sank in slow, letting you take it. Your walls throbbed around him, clamping down so tight it hurt.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so hard,” he growled. “Shit—baby, you’re gonna kill me.”

You whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

“Shhh, I know,” he murmured, kissing them away. “You’re takin’ me. Just like that. Good girl.”

He didn’t move at first. Just stayed buried in you, deep and thick and twitching against your walls, his mouth warm on your skin. You felt stretched beyond what seemed possible. Too full. Overwhelmed.

“Katsuki,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he said, voice low and firm. “You already are.”

“It’s so much,” you gasped. “You’re too big—I can’t—”

“You can,” he repeated. “You’re takin’ all of me, baby. This pussy’s made to stretch around my cock.”

Your thighs twitched. Your chest heaved.

“it still hurts—”

“I know.” His hand stroked your hair. “That’s ‘cause no one’s ever been here before. Gotta teach your body how to take me.”

You nodded, shakily. He kissed your cheek again. Then—slowly—his hips rolled. You cried out, arms clinging to him, the sensation tearing through your core.

He froze. “Too much?”

“I‑I don’t know. Just… slow. Please.”

“I am goin’ slow,” he muttered, biting back a groan. “You think I’m not fuckin’ dying right now?”, You blinked up at him, glassy-eyed.

His voice gentled. “Okay. I’ll go even slower. You just hold on.”

And he started moving. Tiny thrusts. Barely pulling out. Just grinding inside you, dragging his cock against your sore walls with steady control. You could feel everything. Every inch of him. Every drag, every push.

You whimpered, thighs twitching again. “It’s too much—Katsuki, I feel like I’m gonna split—”

“You’re not.” He pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “You’re takin’ it. Look at you. So full. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t breathe. But your legs stopped shaking. Your fingers relaxed. And the pain… started to shift.

He felt it too. „There she is,” he murmured, voice dark and rough. “Startin’ to open up for me.”

His next thrust went a little deeper. A pulse of heat bloomed under the ache. Your body jolted.

“That feel better?” he asked, teeth grazing your jaw.

You nodded, breath shaky. “Y‑Yeah… it’s still a lot but—oh—”

He chuckled, low and wicked. “Good fucking girl.”

He pulled back slowly—almost halfway — then pushed back in. Deep. Full. You gasped, fingers clutching his back.

You didn’t even realize you were moaning until he whispered, “Say it. Say it feels good.”

“It feels—ah!—good,” you gasped, shocked by the admission.

“Fuck,” he groaned, starting to move for real. Still slow, still careful—but with purpose now. “Gonna split you open ‘til you love it.”

Your breath came faster. His thumb found your clit, circling it while he filled you with every deep, stretching thrust. Your back arched, mouth falling open.

“Goddamn, baby,” he panted. “You’re takin’ it so fuckin’ good. Gonna make me lose it—”

You could barely hear him over the sound of your own heartbeat, the slick pulse of skin on skin, the rising heat in your belly.

“Look at me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours.

You did—eyes wet, mouth trembling—and he smirked.

“Yeah. You’re mine now.”

His next thrust punched a whimper out of you. “This little pussy’s learnin’ what it’s made for.”

You cried out, walls fluttering, pleasure finally overtaking the pain.

“Startin’ to fuck me back,” he rasped. “You feel that, baby? That’s your body beggin’ me to stay inside.”

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Could only feel him, stretching you open, claiming you with every slow, wrecking thrust.

Your orgasm hit you harder than you thought it would—fast and deep and overwhelming. You clenched down around him, gasping his name.

Katsuki cursed, hips stuttering.

“Fuck, baby… if you squeeze me like that—shit—”

He buried himself to the hilt, groaning your name as he came—deep inside you, full and hot, hips jerking with the force of it. He clung to you, arms trembling.

Afterward, he stayed close. Didn’t pull out right away. Just held you. Pressed kisses to your skin.

When he finally cleaned you up—soft shirt, warm water, hands gentle—he curled up beside you and pulled you into his lap.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, thumb brushing your thigh.

You nodded, sleepy. “I think I was just scared…”

He looked down at you, hand cupping your cheek.

“You never gotta be scared with me,” he said. “Next time’ll be easier.”

You blinked. “Next time?” He smirked. “You think I’m only fuckin’ you once?”

You hid your face in his chest, embarrassed.

“Shut up, Katsuki…”

He just laughed, arms tightening around you.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

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he's allowed you, albeit reluctantly, to keep your job because you love the bakery a whole lot. it gives you practice at decorating and making sweet treats, and you and him get to share the cakes, pastries and donuts that are leftover at the shop by closing time. 

however, the money you get from working never meant you could start slipping your own card in at the grocery store. it never meant you should be comparing prices on groceries, or help pay for a date. that's his job. and now you've gone behind his back and paid for insurance.

he responds gruffly to your excited, "you're home! oh my goodness, i have so much to tell you about work today!" 

"mmh. evenin'. "

your face falls. he doesn't usually enter the home like this; he usually drops his things and opens his arms wide for you to run into, then presses a long, warm kiss to your lips and sweeps you off your feet to deepen it. right now, he's just staring at you and frowning. 

you walk over to him, mood already plummeting at the thought of him having a bad day, or worse, being upset at you for something. you reach out to hold him and ask what's wrong, but he beats you to it, shrugging his coat off and taking a printed bank statement out of the pocket, pushing it into your hands. 

"explain."

you freeze but recognize it immediately, the paper reflects our own bank activity, bolded and circled. it's impossible to miss the hefty payment labeled "insurance".

you look up at him with wide, guileless eyes. you'd simply made the payment because he'd been buying you so many things recently, pretty dresses, lingerie, a planned vacation to the country you've been daydreaming about for months; he'd noticed you looking longingly at pictures of the island online and had surprised you a week later with plane tickets. with so much money spent on you in such a short period of time, you thought the least you could do was contributing a little to some of your shared bills. "oh... it's just me chipping in a little. i thought i was helping…"

"helping?" his voice drops and he stares at you more intently. one of his large hands reaches up to cup your cheek and rub his thumb lightly beneath your eye, a reassuring gesture that's meant to lull you into a false sense of security. you immediately lean in to rest your face in his palm. "did i ask for help, sweetheart?"

"no, but-"

he slaps your cheek lightly so you go quiet, then he brings his hand down to your jaw and squeezes, making sure you're looking right into his eyes while he speaks. "and did i ever give you the impression i needed your money?"

you blink, stunned by the sudden shift because his palm that was so gentle a moment ago is now clamping around your jaw. your lips part, but he doesn't give you the chance to answer yet.

"you think i can't take care of my own wife?" he demands. "you think i need your bakery tips to keep food on our table and you in those pretty little outfits i like seeing you in?" you try to shake your head, lip wobbling. you hate when he's mad at you. you really thought he'd appreciate you trying to help out. "that's not-, i didn't mean it like that."

"i don't know what you meant," he cuts in, thumb swiping over your lip . "but that's not your job, sweetheart. it's mine. now i've got t'show you what yours is."

ᥫ᭡.

he's pressed behind you with one hand on the back of your neck and the other holding your hip to keep you in place. your face is in the mattress while he pounds into you with hard, rapid thrusts that make your body jolt every time. his cock drags against your walls hard and thrust, burying to the hilt each time while his heavy balls slap firm against your ass. "y'think i need y'fucking money, woman?"

you whimper into the sheets, hips arching, thighs trembling. And he grabs your waist tighter, rough fingers digging in like he's trying to brand you. "n-no sir," you manage to choke out through a loud whine that sounds garbled because it's mixed in with your squeaky little sobs.

his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, lifting you just enough to shift, pressing deeper, harder. His hips slam into yours with a sudden, brutal force that knocks the breath out of you. "what kind of man would i be," he growls, squeezing the sides of your neck to make you dizzy. "if i let you run around spending y'money on me and letting you sneak behind my back?"

you're shaking under him, hips jerking up, thighs all shaky while he fucks you harder and harder. the slick between you has become a fucking mess by now. he's not just fucking, he's saying, loud and clear, he's the one taking care of shit. the one putting food on the table and keeping you in those pretty little things he can't stop staring at.

his cock is buried so deep inside you it feels like he's never gonna come out. he's fucking you straight into the mattress just to prove a point. he drags out slow just to slam all the way back in, hitting so deep your legs go weak and your breath catches in your throat. "you like that, don't you?"

"mmh, mhm... yeah," you mumble into the pillow. he scoffs at your dazed little voice. seems like all you care about right now is cock and not the lesson he's trying to instill in your stupid head.

his grip tightens on your hips, not enough to bruise yet but enough to jolt you out of your haze for a second and clench around him. your body responds even when your mind goes soft, even when he's scolding you like you're too dumb to understand anything but the stretch of his cock.

"so now you remember how to use your mouth," he mutters, "but you couldn't open it to ask me before you went behind my back, hm wife?"

you sniffle and try to say something, but he fucks into you too hard for words to form as he bullies his cock deeper into your soaked pussy.

he leans down over you, his broad chest blanketing your back, hot breath puffing against your ear as he shoves in again deep until you squeal. your hips collapse to the mattress and he doesn't let up, just grabs your ass with both hands, spreading you open and using you. filthy, deep thrusts that make your toes curl and your brain go soft. "let's get -fuck- one thing straight." he mumbles into your ear.

"you. don't. pay. for. shit." each word a thrust. each one harder than the last. "understand?" "y-yes-!" "say it." "i-i'm sorry! ohmygod," you gasp out, voice wobbling. "i didn't mean to, I wasn't trying to- mmh, sir, i'm sorry! i won't pay for anything!" "that's fuckin' right."

his hand slips up your back and tangles in your hair, yanking your head up just enough that your mouth falls open in a helpless gasp. he keeps your face turned to the side so he can see every expression while he keeps pounding your pussy.

you're dripping all over the sheets, thighs shaking uncontrollably, mouth slack with how good and overwhelming it feels. he watches for a second, watching the mess he's made of you, the way your body shakes with every thrust and tightens every time he presses deep.

your whole body locks up as your climax crashes over you without warning, a messy, gasping, trembling orgasm that leaves your thighs soaked and your voice gone. you clamp down around him and he grunts loudly in your ear, cock pulsing inside you hard as he spills thick cream deep into you and filling you even more.

he doesn't pull out. just wraps both arms around you, cradling you against his chest to soothe you.

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you’re sitting on his lap, his thick cock pressed against your belly leaking pre and staining your thin slip. he’d long since ripped off your pajamas, the fabric somewhere shredded on the ground.

your hand pumps him slowly, torturing him with the pace. he knew better than to do that- how many times had you gotten onto him about ruining your outfits?! you weren't made of money, and your parents were starting to catch on to your clothes all having strange stitching holding them together!

“did i tell you to stop?” you chastise him, your free hand reaching up to grab his fluffy ear, pulling his head back.

valko whines and looks up at you with golden eyes, eyebrows pulling together. “it feels too good, i got distracted-”

“hm.” you drop the hand that was pumping him. “fine. since you can’t handle two things at once, you’ll lose your privileges."

“no, please.” he begs, head going back to where you wanted it in the crook of your neck.

his rough tongue licked up and down the column of your neck, lapping at it.

you hum happily, hand instinctively going back to stroking him, faster than before. “good boyy, see, you know how to listen after all.”

he nods and whimpers, tongue kitten licking the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. the exact spot you’d been begging him to bite for weeks.

maybe if you play your cards right this time, he would finally do it?

“such a sweet puppy, aren't you?” you ask, voice low in the way he likes it. you tighten your fingers at his tip, watching as he leaks out and stains your fingers.

though you didn’t have much experience with human men, you knew enough to know that werewolves had much larger cocks. you hadn’t even let him fuck you yet due to the sheer size of him- you were sure it would break you.

valko’s fluffy tail wags at your praise. “uh huhh, i’ve been so good. waited for you, haven’t touched myself in a week- mmh!” he shudders when you slide a finger over his slit.

you nod in approval, scratching behind one of his ears. he leans into the scratching, an eye closing in pleasure.

“i’ve almost got you trained then, haven’t i? such a strong creature tamed by a human.” you huff out a laugh, hand moving faster as you try to get him close. “how pathetic. what if the rest of your pack saw you like this?”

valko growled, the sound low and barely there. he knew better than to truly defy you, keeping his annoyance to a minimum. his tongue continued to lick, the roughness scratching at your skin like sandpaper.

you took his silence as an answer, and his panting as a sign that he was close. close enough for you to try once again.

“wanna cum?”

valko nodded and tried to look up at you from his position at your neck, golden eyes glowing slightly and pleading with yours. “please?”

you shivered at his voice. despite his physical submission to you, his voice always reminded you that he was a dangerous predator. it was deep, not at all like the airy and whiny voices of submissive human men you’d encountered.

maybe that’s why you were so fond of him- knowing that if he truly wanted to, he could kill you. but he won’t, because you’ve got him trained like he’s no more than a stray.

you halt your hand on his cock once more, making him whine and arch his back. “mark me and i’ll let you cum.” you purr into his fuzzy ear, biting down on the peak of it.

valko rears back, his face contorting from the blissed out state it was just in to the tense scowl he normally wears when he’s not with you.

“you know i can’t mark you, it wouldn’t be safe.”

he tries to back up, but you keep an iron grip on the base of his cock, holding him still. “marking me is the only way to keep me safe- how stupid are you? your packmates are going to find out about this eventually, do you think they’ll let me live?”

valko doesn’t look convinced. he scoffs and shakes his head. “marking you brings attention to you, right now no one knows you exist. they won’t be happy that i chose a human as my mate, either.”

you raise an eyebrow at his defiance. “hm. fine.” you stand and brush your slip off. “if you can’t have a human as your mate, you shouldn’t have one as your fuck buddy then either, should y- hey!”

you yelp as valko grabs your wrists and yanks you back down onto his lap. he puts your hand back on his cock, wrapping your fingers around it as he strokes himself over you.

his voice comes out gravely and rough against your skin. “fine. if i mark you, you understand that i have to knot you also?”

you swallow hard and think about it. if you thought his dick would be too big for you, how hard would the knot be to take..?

you clench around nothing at the idea, wetness already seeping through your thin panties. the answer was a no-brainer.

“deal.”

no sooner than the word left your mouth did valko bite down on the juncture between neck and shoulder. the pain was excruciating, causing you to scream and writhe on his lap.

snarls and howls sounded in the background, no doubt in response to your screaming. normally, you’d be terrified, because having a whole pack hunting you would lead to your death, but you weren’t worried.

they couldn’t hurt you, not with valko’s mark on you. the bite left your head fuzzy and your body tingling.

valko was licking your wound over with care, a sound like purring emanating from him. after he deemed it properly cared for, he looked your face over to make sure you were okay.

“don’t pass out on me, puppy.” he teases, hand cradling the back of your head as he smiles.

he’s still moving your hand in time with his on his cock, albeit slower than before.

your eyes zero in on his teeth- more specifically his fangs that are coated in your blood from the bond mark.

without even thinking, you lean forward and lick his fangs, tasting your own metallic blood.

a strangled moan left valko when you did this, unintentionally sending him over the edge. his hips bucked up into the hands you both had around him, cum spurting out in thick streams, landing on both of your chests.

how were you supposed to know that werewolves had sensitive fangs?

once his high wore down, you heard loud footsteps approaching and panicked. “should we go? what if-”

valko hummed and nuzzled his nose into the mark he left on you. “no, no no, i still have to knot you, remember? now who’s the one that doesn’t listen.” he teases.

you glare at him. if your mind wasn’t so fuzzy, you’d put him back in his place. maaaybe you could let him be in charge for once…

“you’re not gonna take me somewhere nicer to fuck me?”

valko looks around in confusion. “what’s wrong with this?”

you raise an eyebrow at him and tap your hand on the hard dirt you. “uh, maybe that it’s hard and, i don’t know, the forest floor?”

valko shrugged and maneuvered you onto your back, crawling over you and pushing one sode of your slip up. “it won’t hurt.” he kisses between your breasts.

“what about when your pack shows up? you’re going to let them see me naked?”

valko rubs his thick tip against your soaked panties, tilting his head. “let them watch. it’s customary for packmates to watch each other mate.” his golden eyes meet yours and he smirks slightly. “you’ll get the full experience.”

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