"You are WHAT you love not WHO loves you!"

But if he was being honest, nothing turned him on more than the thought of feeling you completely. Your hot, silky walls squeezing him bare, skin on skin, no barrier between him and that perfect pussy. He knew you’d feel fucking insane.

So when you finally whispered that you wanted it too, your boyfriend was over the moon. The first time he slid into you unprotected, it felt like a door to heaven had been opened for him. As long as he pulled out, as long as he stayed careful… everything would be fine, right?

Tonight, after a long, brutal day of patrols, Katsuki came home to you already sprawled lazily on the bed in that tiny two-piece pajama set he loved, the one that barely covered your ass. He was freshly showered, still damp, muscles aching, and all he wanted was to bury himself in you. He scoffed at the way you’d made him shower first, but the second he climbed onto the bed, you swung a leg over and straddled his lap. His hands turned greedy instantly, grabbing your waist, squeezing your ass, kneading and claiming every inch of you like he’d been starving for it.

“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he growled, voice low and rough. His fingers rubbed over the damp spot on your panties, pressing the fabric against your slit. Impatient as always, he shoved the fabric aside and dragged two thick digits along your slick folds before pushing the tips inside.

A low groan rumbled in his chest at how soaked you were. Just from kissing and a little groping, your pussy was dripping for him. His dick throbbed hard against the waistband of his boxers, leaking and aching to be freed. He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours as he sank both fingers into your tight heat. You moaned into his mouth, the wet, filthy sound of his fingers pumping in and out mixing with your heavy breathing. He curled them just right, stroking that spongy spot inside you that made your back arch.

“Y’so fucking wet for me, baby,” he muttered against your lips, voice gravelly. “This pussy’s been begging for me, hasn’t it?”

You nodded, dazed, fingers tangled in his hair. Your hips rolled against his hand, chasing the pleasure. He pumped faster, scissoring his fingers, stretching you open while his thumb found your swollen clit.

You were already trembling when he finally slid them out. With a low grunt, Katsuki gripped your hips and flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. He settled between your spread thighs, keeping your panties pushed tightly to the side, the thin fabric still framing your dripping pussy.

He pulled at his waistband and his thick, heavy length sprang free. His tip was flushed dark pink and dripping pre-cum. He stroked himself once, twice, staring down at your glistening pussy like a man starved.

“Been thinking about this all damn day,” he rasped, lining himself up. His fat head nudged your entrance, teasing your folds. He pushed in slowly, savoring every inch as your walls fluttered and clenched around him. The raw heat of you made his eyes roll back.

“Fuck…” he hissed through gritted teeth. He set a hard rhythm right away, hips snapping forward, driving deep. Your back arched off the bed with every thrust, moans spilling from your lips as he fucked you into the mattress. One hand pinned your thigh wide while the other braced beside your head. Every powerful thrust made your tits bounce under your little pajama top, something that sent Bakugou even further over the edge.

“Been cravin’ you like a fuckin’ animal,” he groaned, leaning down into your neck.

You moaned, the sound shameless and needy as he filled you so perfectly. The stretch was overwhelming in the best way, pleasure bordering on too much. You stayed like that for a few more moments, rocking back against him, before he pulled out with a low curse.

In one swift motion he flipped you onto your stomach, your ass slightly raised just enough for him to bully his hips into you. Your white cotton panties were still on, the soaked fabric bunched and shoved roughly to the side, the edge digging into your skin as he stretched you open again. He knelt between your spread thighs, one strong hand gripped your hip, the other palmed the curve of your ass, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, voice low and rough. His eyes were locked on where your slick pussy swallowed him, the lacy trim of your ruined panties rubbing against his shaft with every thrust. “Look at you… taking me like this with your panties still on.”

You loved the feeling of Katsuki inside you, even more when he got hot and heavy, muttering dirty things in your ear, it only made you want to do it back. You turned your head to the side so that you could peer at him, the sight of him making you wetter. “You want to come inside so bad, right Katsuki?” You panted, gazing back at him with a needy expression that drove him wild. Another wet thrust made you whimper.

His rhythm faltered for a second before he rocked back harder, a low rumble escaping his chest. Ever since he’d confessed his breeding kink, you’d turned into a fucking menace. You’d made it your personal goal to break him every single time he fucked you raw, whispering filthy little encouragements, clenching around him on purpose, begging him to fill you up, to knock you up, to give you exactly what he was dying to give. He both hated and loved it.

He glanced down between your bodies, watching the obscene way your soaked pussy stretched around him. Thick strings of your slick stretched and snapped every time he pulled back, coating his shaft and dripping down to soak the sheets. You were so wet it was embarrassing. So tight he was losing his mind.

You pushed back against him, clenching deliberately around his length. “You want to pump me full” you continued, breathy moans breaking up the words of your pleads, “Make a mess of my pussy.” Your body clenched greedily around him, lost in a haze of pleasure, completely drunk on the fullness of him inside you.

“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered through gritted teeth. The words came out harsh and guttural, the same tone he used when he was seconds away from exploding. He knew if you said another word while he was still inside you he was finished. His hand slapped down on your ass, gripping hard as he sat taller, hips snapping forward with new aggression. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked cunt echoed louder.

You clenched tighter around him, a fresh gush of slick coating his dick and dripping down onto your bunched panties. “But Katsuki..” you whined, voice muffled and needy, deliberately pushing him. “I just need it all in my stomach..I want all of it..please.”

Katsuki didn’t know how he was still breathing, the animalistic side of him had completely taken over. He was always so responsible with you. He was always pulling out, always careful, never letting his fantasies actually risk reality. But tonight you’d pushed every single button, and the sight of you like this, face down, panties shoved to the side, juices spilling from your tight pussy with every thrust, had finally broken him.

He could barely keep it together when he heard your next words. “I’m gonna c-c-c—!” Your sentence shattered into desperate, dry moans as your orgasm hit hard. Your walls spasmed violently around his dick, gushing arousal all over him while your eyes rolled back.

A deep, feral growl ripped out of Katsuki’s chest. He slammed in deep and held himself there as thick and heavy ropes of cum exploded inside you. Pulse after pulse flooded your pussy, filling you with his warm release. Your eyes widened as you looked back at him, half-lidded, and a little scared. He never actually came inside.

He caught that look on your face and it only made him thrust harder. He thrust forward a couple more times before pressing deep, spilling every last drop inside you as he held you close.

You both caught your breath in the same quiet moment, chests still rising and falling together, before you finally spoke. “K-Katsuki…” you stuttered, still breathless, “you came inside…”

He let out a deep breath and pressed his forehead against yours for a moment. “Yeah… I know,” he muttered, voice rough. “Couldn’t help it with you lookin’ like that.”

He lingered just a moment longer, thumb brushing over your hip before he finally pulled out and rolled off the bed. You lay there, warm and glowing, listening to him rummage around the room. He came back moments later with a soft warm cloth and gently cleaned you up, his touch careful.