#sub!bakugo

Your kitty has a very sensitive chest. Of course, Bakugou would never tell you this. You have a problem with bullying him a little bit, poking fun at him until he hisses at you, or teasing his body until he cries from frustration. Telling you about his nipples is a one-way ticket to mewling under you. He's not taking that ride.

So he hides it. Relatively well too; he tries his best not to press his ears back and whimper when you accidentally graze one of the buds. Instead, moving your hand away from his chest either up to his collar or beneath his pants.

You never suspected a thing. Just how Katsuki like it.

"Kitty, I'm home!" You chirp, opening the front door with a small content smile on your face. Katsuki peers up at you from the couch where he was napping, a frown plastered on his face.

"Why did you take so fucking long?" He complains, automatically getting up from the couch, and making his way over to you. He leans slightly leans down, and your hand reaches up to pet him. His ears twitch and he lets a gruff sigh at the feeling of your fingers.

"Sorry, Kats. There was a car accident on the way home. Traffic was bad. But anyways, how are you?"

He pulls away from you before he starts purring, his pride getting the better of him. "Fine. Dinner is getting cold."

He walks away toward the kitchen before you can respond, fixing you a plate while you sigh and slump against the dinner table chair. He sits down next to you, and you thank him. He lets out a grunt in response. The best you'll get out of him.

Dinner goes down relatively quietly. Katsuki isn't much of a talker, and you were tired from the day. You needed a little bit of energy before holding a conversation between you too.

"Want to do it tonight," He says finally breaking the comforting silence. 

You pause, looking up with a raised eyebrow. He doesn't make eye contact with you, but his cheeks are slightly pink. He tries to act all bold, but both of you know he always is so embarrassed to suggest these things. A prime subject to tease. "Do what?"

His ears fall back and he glares at you. "You know what."

You balance your head on your hand. "Hm?"

"Want to...Fuck." He sighs, staring at his bowl with bared teeth.

"You want me to fuck you?" You say, now grinning at him.

Katsuki dramatically stands up from the table, his face now blooming red. He leaves the bowl on the table, and his tail sways behind him. 

"Never mind. I'm going to bed."

You are up in an instant, chasing after him before he gets too far. Without really thinking much of it, you reach out from behind him and grab his chest, pulling his back against your front.

Katsuki doesn't have time to hide himself. He feels your hands grip accidentally grip his nipple, and he whimpers. Loud and shakily, while his eyes furrow to process the overbearing feeling.

The two of you freeze, both with wide eyes. He doesn't dare to move, afraid of what you'll say.

You loosen your grip slightly on his chest, and he lets out a breath of relief. But you don't dare to let him go, now intrigued. Slowly, your hands begin to run over his chest, taking notice of the way his breath hitches when you hit his nipples.

Your face curls with a feral grin, happy to find something new about your pet. "Oh, Kats. You didn't tell me you were so sensitive here."

His ears are pinned to his head, and he gulps. "Fuck you. 'm not"

You gently pinch his right nipple and his eyes widen, a broken whine falling from his lips. "Hmm? You sure, love?"

"Don't do that!" He pleads as he shrinks away from your fingers and into your chest, afraid you'll pinch him again.

You press a kiss to his neck in apology. Then you grab his hand and lead him into the bedroom. "Let's go fulfill your request, yeah kitty?"

He stares at the hand and then you, nervously. He knows you are going to abuse him, and he's not sure if he can take it, but on the other hand, he really wants to be fucked.

He's willing to take the risk. "Alright."

You know too much. Another thing to hold above his head. How is he ever going to escape your cruel hands if his body is so complaint with them?

"Fuck you! S-Stop! The teeth."

Your mouth has made his way to his chest in a matter of minutes of the two of you being in the bedroom. He is laying limp against the mattress, and your finger is moving in and out of his hole, prepping him for later.

But your current fixation was seeing how far he can go with his tits solely. You are still working on the intensity, and seeming to how Katsuki is dripping tears, it's probably too much for him. Your teeth barely even grazed him. "My fault. Didn't mean to, shhh don’t cry kitty."

He clenches his teeth together and the back of his arm covers his face, embarrassed about the tears You begin kitten licking the nipple and he sniffles, being okay with this sort of pressure.

Gently, you reassure yourself and your fingers continue their prodding. He has already taken two of them, and now you are scissoring the hole. He was taking them well, moaning gently under you with no complaint.

You gently begin to to suck, and the cat let's out a shaky moan. Not a whimper or a cry, a better sign. Your other hand travels to his other side and you gently travel circles around the pink nub. His back arches slightly and his mouth opens.

“There ya go. See we did it Kats. Doesn't hurt so bad now, hmm?”

He gulps, slightly gripping onto the sheets from the prodding sensation and your antics on his chest. It's overwhelming him, and he is struggling to bite back moans. “Dumbass. Just be gentle.” His voice doesn't hold a bite, instead it's higher in pitch and shaky.

Cute. But he always was, unitentionally of course. His pride is to big to try to act cute sole for you (even if you begged him multiple times).

He keens when you press your fingers onto his prostate, clenching his teeth with his ears pressed against the top of his head. You immediately distract him from the sensation by gently sucking his nipple.

His eyes fling open in an instant, and he choking out moans. "Not at the same time!"

You ignore his pleads, and switch to the other side. He grabs the back of your head and grips onto it desperately. The feeling makes you wince, but you don't stop your movements.

Eventually when it gets too much for the cat, he forces you away from his chest. You glance at him, slightly peeved, but your eyes widen at the sight.

Tears are streaming down his face, and he's trembling. His ears are pressed flat upon his head, and drool slightly drips from the corner of his lips. He is shaking his head at you, slowly but full of emotions. "No more. No more. 's too much. Just fuck me already!"

You peer down at his chest to see both of the nubs swollen and throbbing. You have abused them for too long, and it almost made you feel bad. Your poor kitty didn't deserve this, but alas, his wet teary eyes made it worth it. You couldn’t help but bully him if he looked so cute.

But, you take pity on him, and grab the strap, lubing it up, along with his entrance. He bites back a whimper at the coolness, but you force it out when you press a kiss to his thighs.

You pull your fingers out and he lets out an obviously displeased noise, trying to follow the digits. "So needy," You coo, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes, but blushing.

Then you line the toy up to his hole, and his ear twitch. He gulps and stares at the silicon, trying to contain his excitement. You begin to press it in, and he sighs, closing his eyes.

Slowly, you bottom out, and the cat lets out a breathy moan. A finger travels up to his chest again, and he jumps when you drag it over again. "Not—Not again."

You lean forward, now completely above him, waiting for him to adjust to the length. You circle the bud and kiss his cheek when he whines out. "Cant' help myself. You're so cute, Kats."

"F-Fuck you! Stop teasing me," He warbles, his eyes hazy and lips wet from his own saliva.

You begin your movements and he clings onto you. His mouth flies open, exposing his pointed canines that you are so fond of. "Such a cute kitty with such an adorable, sensitive body. I'm so spoiled."

He shakes his head, tears dripping down his cheeks. "Just shut up, and fuck me!"

You giggle into his neck, and pinch one of his nipples. His whole body jerks and whines, loud and pathetic. He trembles under you and glares at you, which doesn't look threatening at all considering they are wet from tears. "Be nice Katsuki."

He doesn't say anything, afraid you'll pinch him again. Instead, he nods his head and wraps his legs around your hips, silently signaling he wants more and quickly.

You abide his wishes and quicken your pace, and he mewls out, latching his mouth onto your shoulder. You grin at him and kiss the side of his head, mumbling words of encouragement.

His grinds himself on the strap, and his eyes roll at the feeling of his throbbing cock rubbing against your stomach. Mixed with earlier teasing, he felt like he was already close to cumming. He grips onto you and begins to beg for you to go faster.

But much to his dismay, you don't listen to him. Instead, you purr in his ear, "Katsuki~"

He clenches his teeth at the thrust, but whines at your words. Something bad was coming, he could tell. "Hmm?"

"Touch yourself."

He doesn't hesitate to reach down and begin stroking himself off, but you catch his wrist with the first stroke. He gulps and glances at you hesitantly.

You stare at him, smiling softly. Then, you lean forward and press your lips to his ears. "Your nipples, silly."

Your pace hasn't slowed and he can barely process your words, but the way you drag his fingers back to his chest lets him know exactly what you want.

He shakes his head furiously, clinging onto you. "Nooooooooo. Fuck, they hurt!"

You balance yourself on you forearm above him, and use your other to thumb over one of the buds. He moans, slightly arching his back. "They won't. See? Gotta be gentle, love."

He looks up at you with a pout and teary eyes, but nods hesitantly. His hands travel down to his chest, and he uses both hands to trace circles on them. The blonde whimpers out, shutting his eyes to try to manage the strange mix of pain and pleasure.

You finally quicken your pace, and Bakugou groans, not knowing what to with his body. He feels the sticky feeling of pre cum leaking on his abdomen, but his hands are too busy to wipe it away.

"m gonna cum."

"Are you asking for permission?"

He wasn't, and the both of you knew that. "Y-Yeah."

You smile at him, pressing a kiss to his tear stained lips. "As long as you touch your nipples through it all."

He wants to protest, already feeling overstimulated from both of the intense pleasures, but he also wants to cum. So, he nods with a sniffle. You rub you fingers over his twitching ears, and he leans into the warmth.

The pressure begins to build up, and hes now gently flicking his nipples. Hes withering from his own ministrations, and the ruthless pace of your strap isn't helping at all. Every breath is a moan, or a whine, and he shivering. "Fuck. Fuck. Im cumming. I can't!"

"Go ahead, kitty."

His whole body contracts, and his eyes screw shut. It tears viciously through him, and he's crying out. Its loud, high in pitched, but cute.

His hands clench up on his nipples, so you lean down and press your mouth to one. His shaky hands find the back of your hand and he curses, back now arching completely off the sheets.

Cum leaks onto his stomach, and some onto yours. His tail goes pin straight, and his ears are pinned to his head.

His high lasts longer than usual, about thirty seconds, and by the end of it his clinging onto you desperately while you coo at him.

When he comes down from his orgasm, he is heaving, trying to catch his breath again. You gently pull out during this time and he lets out a small gasp, but other than that doesn't complain. He falls limp against the bed, his body sweaty and flushed.

You take off the strap and begin to wipe him down with a washcloth, humming softly in your work. You are careful to leave his nipples alone, knowing hell prob freak out if you even graze them now. They are puffy and red, and most likely throbbing.

"You with me Katsuki?" You say, glancing hesitantly at him, almost feeling bad about his chest.

"Yeah, I'm here, you brat."

You laugh gently, glad your cat is back to his usual antics. "Ironic," You tease, grinning at him.

He doesn't find it funny. "Hey fuck you. I listened well today! Even after you tried torturing me." The last part comes out as a mumble, pouting into his pillow.

Your eyes whole a sadistic glaze to them, and he gulps, wondering what you are going to say next. "If you think thats torture, oh kitty, what do you think we buy you some nipple clamps?"

He throws a pillow at you and hisses before you could finish your next thought.

The sound of your villain name rolling off his lips in a low growl of disgust draws a delighted hum from the depths of your chest. An otherworldly purple glow suddenly thrums through the darkness, illuminating your smirking face, mere inches above his. "Not as slow as you look, sweetheart."

Katsuki roars, thrashing wildly. "Release me immediately you slimy fuck!"

A teasing grin curls across your lips, your finger toying with a lock of his thick, blonde hair. "Now what fun would that be?"

His head whips around and you move your hand just in time before his jaws snaps shut around empty air.

"Oooo, snappy." You laugh boldly, and he can only gasp helplessly as your grip returns with vengeance, fingers digging roughly into his jaw, nails biting deep, red crescents into his pale skin. He hisses at the sharp sting, teary eyes glaring up at you defiantly.

"Bad dog," you purr, the slow cadence of your voice thick and sultry, "maybe I should muzzle you."

"Try it, octo-bitch. See what happens."

You grin down at him in wild amusement. "You're a feisty one. Should've figured that out by the way you fought: blasting apart everything in your path. It was pretty hot, actually. Impressive, too."

"Yeah? That was nothing. Why don't you untie me and I'll show you some real explosions."

"Tempting. But I must admit you look rather ravishing like this: all spread out and oh-so vulnerable. I'd quite like to enjoy it for a little while longer, if you don't mind." Something warm and smooth caresses his thigh, and Katsuki yelps at the sight of your glowing, purple tentacle tracing a slow pattern down the length of his leg.

"G– get that thing away from me!" He demands, unable to do more than squirm helplessly as the strange appendage ventures curiously across his restrained body. Strangely, he feels his skin heat where it touches him directly, a not entirely unpleasant tingling sensation rippling through him. "What the fuck— i– is that—" he grunts through tightly clenched teeth, fighting against the inescapable warmth that curls in his gut.

"That, my trigger happy hostage, is another perk of my quirk." Your voice is lilting, and the young hero gasps as a second tentacle winds tightly around his muscular upper thigh. All at once he finds himself breathless, the fire beneath his skin burning like a damn inferno. He can feel it building up inside of him, like an oncoming explosion, building up, building up, hotter and hotter— but with no escape. His hands flex, desperate to release some of the intense pressure, to activate his quirk and let all out, only to discover that he can't.

"W— why can't I— ngh!" Katsuki's back arches, a desperate cry wretched from the back of his throat.

There's a sadistic glint in your eyes. "Oh, you're really feeling it now, aren't you, beautiful?"

The fiery blonde roars in frustration as your taunting persists, vulgar curses spewing relentlessly from his quivering mouth. "You fucking— ah!— s– shitty woman! W– what are you tr— trying to d– to do?!"

"Isn't it obvious?" You tease, rounding the platform until you're standing behind his head, leering down at him with dark eyes that make his body feel strangely weak. Gasping for breath, he can only muster a half hearted glare that's negated by the deep flush of red that pools into his cheeks with his rapidly rising temperature. "I'm getting you all hot and horny, baby. Turning those beautiful brains to mush inside that pretty little head."

"Ngh—! F– fucking perverted octopus b– bitch." He barks out a wry, biting laugh. "Like hell your slimy ass could even get me half hard."

You dip down, and Katsuki subconsciously holds his breath as your nose brushes over his, before you move further and suddenly your lips are against his ear, teeth nipping at the sensitive shell.

"Wanna bet?"

The young pro hero can only shriek as a warm, silky tentacle ventures beneath the fabric of his pants, teasing the distinctive bulge straining upright against the tight confines of his underwear. "S– shit—!"

"Ooh," you chuckle lowly as his head kicks back, mouth gaping in a silent moan, "feels pretty hard to me, darling. And I've barely even begun."

"T– that's not—!" He tries to spit out an argument, but there's not a thing he can say as his body eagerly responds to the stimulation, clothed dick growing harder and harder as the grip around it grows tighter and hotter. He feels himself choking on his own words, brain working at a million miles an hour to try and figure out why the hell it feels so damn good. A disgusting tentacle attached to a disgusting woman. He shouldn't be this fucking turned on.

"Ugh, these damn pants are getting in the way." You grumble petulantly under your breath. Katsuki barely has time to process the complaint before the sound of ripping fabric fills the air, and the entirety of his lower regions are exposed to your ravenous gaze.

"H– hey!" He snaps, thrashing uselessly once more.

"Oh, look at you," you gasp softly, reaching across his body to trail a curious finger over his arousal. He's long, thick, and so damn pretty— his swollen head just the loveliest shade of pink, glistening with bubbling beads of precum as they leak innocuously from his weeping slit. "Look how wet you are, baby. All that from just a bit of teasing? What an easy little slut you are~"

Your purring insults make Katsuki twitch, his cock spilling out a new load of precum.

"Fuck you." He grits out roughly, dull nails biting into the palms of his tightly fisted hands.

You offer him a devilish grin. "On the contrary, darling," you're moving again, and he can only watch with rapt attention as you position yourself between his spread legs, tentacles pulsing out from the base of your spine and curling around his thighs, "fuck you."

Katsuki cries out as one of your alien-like appendages engulfs the full length of his cock. It's warm and tight, squeezing and thrumming, and it's too damn much. "Holy fucking shit—" he chokes brokenly, gasping for breath as it's stolen clean from his chest, "holy fuck that's t– tight."

You shiver in delight, moaning softly at the intrusion. "I feel you, baby. I feel you."

An uncharacteristic mewl shudders from the pro-hero's lips, now wet with his own drool, glistening temptingly even as he catches one tightly between his teeth, desperate to stifle the embarrassing sounds brewing up inside of him. The sensation is like nothing he's ever experienced before.

Your knee meets the metal platform with a soft thud and all at once you're above him, a predatory glint in your blown, hooded eyes, tongue dragging slowly over the flesh of your lower lip as you take in his heady expression. "God. Look at that face," you nearly growl, fingers gripping at his chin, "makes me want to fucking ruin you."

"Not a f– fucking chance, you mutant bi– bitch."

"Still being stubborn, eh?" You sigh, raising an unamused brow. His glare was unrelenting, refusing to be broken. But you could see through it, see the lust pooling deep in his heavy eyes, the needy flush of pink in his blushing cheeks, feel the throbbing of his aching cock and the unrelenting outpour of arousal rolling off of him in thick, intoxicating waves. "That's alright. At least your body's honest."

A sudden pressure on his cock has Katsuki keening, an unexpected tightness around his tip making his hips buck uncontrollably, desperately seeking out the delicious rush of pleasure that your tentacle sent rushing through his every nerve ending. Sucking— it feels like you're sucking him— the realization sends the pro-hero into a tailspin.

"H– how are you— ngh, fuck— doing t– that?" He groans, voice gritty and animalistic where it rumbles in the back of his throat, laced with sharp, heavy moans that break through his resistance. "Feels— so weird— damnit."

"The suction?" You're panting above him, grin wide and feral. "That's nothing; just wait 'til I'm inside you."

"Til your wha— mph!" You don't give him the opportunity to question you any further as you drop down and slot your lips hungrily into his, unable to resist the temptation of the swollen flesh any longer.

Katsuki resists, but only for a moment, the defiant grunts melting into weak, pliant moans as your tongue invades his warm mouth. His eyes are fluttering shut before he even realizes what's happening, his lips and tongue responding to the demanding pressure of your heated kiss. It's messy and deep, and he's gasping helplessly for air by the time you finally pull away, a thin string of saliva connecting your lower lips. The positively debauched expression he rewards you with draws a low purr of delight from the depths of your chest, and you can't resist stuffing his wet, panting mouth with your fingers.

He grunts, glaring up at you, but his lips close around the digits nonetheless, tongue flicking almost uncertainly over the soft pads of the invading digits.

"That's a good boy," you praise, tentacle tightening around his cock.

"Fuck off and die." He spits, voice tapering off into a strained groan as the heat in his stomach intensifies. He's close, he knows it. You know it. If you don't let up soon, he'll bust within the next few minutes. But, that would spoil all your fun. And you can't let that happen, now can you?

Unable to resist any longer, Katsuki's hips buck, fucking up into the warmth of your tentacle, chasing his rapidly approaching release. "Oh fuck— I'm g– gonna—" he's gasping, eyes rolling as the coil in his stomach tightens abruptly and he—

No! He nearly cries out as all at once you're gone, his cock left abandoned and throbbing against his stomach, still heavy and swollen with his oncoming release.

"You bitch," he grits, eyes flaring with rage as his body twitches and shudders, trying to process his stolen high, ripped away from him ever so cruelly, "you shitty fucking mutant."

"Oh, I'm sorry," you coo condescendingly, caressing your knuckles over his crimson cheeks in a gesture meant to both soothe and taunt, "were you about to come?"

The young hero snarls, jerking against his restraints. "I'll blast you to fucking bits when I get out of here, you fucking hear me? I'll fucking kill you! Turn your ass into fucking calamari, you sadistic octopus bitch!"

The unabashed amusement dancing in your eyes only infuriates him further as he barks out as many colorful expletives and creative insults as his brain can conjure. It's impressive really, in how many different ways he can express his bratty anger at being denied his orgasm. But all of his bitching and raging comes to an abrupt end when he feels something prodding at his entrance.

"H– hey!" His voice cracks as his eyes go from narrowed slits to wide and frantic at the unfamiliar sensation. "W— where do you think you're t– touching?!"

"Relax, hero," you tease, and Katsuki yelps as a warm, wet substance is spread over his hole, "it'll feel good. Unless... you don't think you can handle it?"

His legs instinctively try to clamp shut but are forced to remain open by the sturdy restraints still locked around his ankles. "Shut up! Do I look like some kinda wuss to you? I can handle it!" He snaps before he can really think it over, his competitive nature getting the better of him. A subtle smirk curls at the corners of your lips.

"Then prove it."

For a moment, he only glares. But then his hips shift, legs opening as much as the cuffs will allow, and you nearly drool upon realizing that he's presenting himself to you. He's so pretty that it's almost dizzying, his red, aching cock weeping all over the flat plain of his lower belly, his cute little hole on display and fluttering at the promise of what was to come. He's the picture of submission, all wound up and ready to be ruined. Willing, and all yours for the taking.

You're staring persists for a few seconds too long and Katsuki feels heat rushing into his face before he barks out an impatient, "well?! You gonna keep staring or are you gonna put it in, octo–bitch?"

"Oh you're just begging to get fucked stupid." You growl under your breath, licking over the ridges of your teeth.

Katsuki sneers, glowering up at you through his furrowed brow. "Do your worst, you slimy fuck."

"With pleasure."

His back bows off of the platform, mouth opening in a silent moan as he feels himself being breached by the tentacle. It's only the tip, less than a finger's width, its natural excretion of a slick, gelatinous substance negating the need for any other lubricant. But it's enough that the young hero feels it, feels the intrusion, feels the unfamiliar stretch. It's foreign and the tiniest bit painful, but with the pain comes pleasure, and he can't help the pathetic whimper that escapes the raw flesh of his lips.

"Fucking hell your tight," you hiss, feeling the way his virgin walls clamp down around your invading appendage like a fucking vice, "god damn, baby. It's only the tip. How're you gonna take any more?"

"I can!" He snaps quickly in retaliation, panting harshly as his hips shudder. "I can take more. Stop u– under– underestimating me, you b– bitch. Just fucking shove it in already!"

Desire coils in your belly, eyes darkening with something feral and depraved. "You asked for it, hero."

Without any further hesitation, you thrust inside of him, filling his tight heat to the brim. Katsuki screams, head kicking back as a sinful cocktail of pleasure and pain send flames coursing through his veins, tiny explosions crackling at his fingertips.

You let out a sound of amazement.

The quirk stifling drug you'd given him while he was knocked out was meant to last for at least five hours. You had never seen anyone able to counteract its effects like that, especially in such a short time. The amount of power contained in the young hero's muscular body must be fucking immense. The realization only invigorates you further, turned on by the fact that you'd been able to take down such a powerhouse and turn him into a moaning, drooling mess, begging to be filled up, to be fucked senseless.

"Oh fuck—" he sobs, pretty tears glistening on his lash line, "it's s– so much, I— I'm gonna f– fucking break."

"Come on," you urge, wicked intent blazing in your vicious, wild-eyed stare, "you said you could take it! So fucking take it, hero. Take all of it."

A wail is ripped from his throat as the tentacle inside of him pulses, thrusting deep before evacuating to the very tip only to plunge back inside.

It's fucking ruthless, the pace you set borderline pulverizing. Katsuki's head is spinning, broken moans spewing messily from his drooling mouth, filling the air around him with lewd sounds of pleasure. His swollen cock bounces with every harsh thrust, a thick pool of glistening precum covering the expanse of his belly. You dip down, moaning as you drag your tongue through the thick, bitter substance, letting the taste of your prey fill your eager mouth.

"Oh," he's mewling, frantically grinding his hips, trying fruitlessly to match your relentless pace, "oh fuck please— please—"

His broken pleas make you purr in delight. "What a good little slut, asking so nicely to get his guts rearranged. Want it harder, baby? Faster? Tell me; I might just be kind enough to provide."

"Fu–uck you." He moans out, chest heaving as he swallows down ragged, uneven breaths between deafening cries of pleasure.

So stubborn, you click your tongue, astounded that even as he's being pounded into oblivion, he's still got some fight left in him. It's half annoying, half hot, and entirely a challenge that you're more than happy to take on.

"Wrong answer." You sigh in faux disappointment, pulling out. The emptiness he feels is staggering.

"No! No– wait, please— I— oh god, please." He babbles out desperate pleas, panic written across his face.

"Please, what?" You press, raising a questioning brow.

He growls, conflicted, stuck between his stubborn pride and the need for release. "P— please," he finally manages to grumble out, voice rough and strained from all his moaning, "please... fuck me. I need it. I need it so bad."

A shiver of excitement and triumph ripples down your spine, a wide grin splitting your lips. "That's all you had to say, baby."

The relief that rushes through him as he feels you fill him up once more is unexplainable, the explosive pleasure that follows suit even more so. In no time at all he's screaming, body jerking with each violent thrust of your tentacle into his tight ass. You're pounding into that sensitive bundle of nerves with deadly precision, and Katsuki swears he's melting, his brain unable to process anything other than the intense pleasure that's consuming every inch of his being.

His tongue lolls out from between his lips, and you can't resist the invitation, stuffing that bratty mouth full of another tentacle. You feel him choke around it, the oral intrusion completely unexpected, but he gets the memo quickly enough, tongue getting to work lapping and swirling. It tastes surprisingly sweet, and he quickly grows addicted, suckling on the tentacle like it's a thick cock bruising the back of his eager throat.

"Shit, that's hot." You hiss, watching drool and essence dribble messily from the corners of his gaping mouth.

The vibration of his heady moans make you shiver, biting your own lip to stifle the sounds of bliss that threaten to break from your chest. You can feel everything, every sensation, from the tight grip of his walls to the sloppy strokes of his tongue, and it's almost overwhelming. Your head is hazy with pleasure, and you can't stop yourself from grinding your hips down against the thick meat of his thigh, hungry for as much friction as you can get.

"You gonna cum, hero? Gonna let a villain make you cum, huh? Gonna let a villain fuck you stupid?" You taunt through gritted teeth. Katsuki nods dumbly, gurgling around your tentacle as his hips buck, staring up at you through hooded eyes, pupils blow so wide you could barely make out the harsh red of his irises. "Fucking cum then, you filthy slut."

That's all he needs, spine arching as he screams, shooting out a massive load. It splatters over his chest and stomach, a few drops even managing to reach his throat and chin. And it doesn't stop, spurt after spurt pouring from his throbbing cock as his body writhes.

"C– can't s– stop—" he gasps out, barely coherent, eyes rolling to the back of his skull, "I can't f– fucking st– sto–op— c– cumming—oh god—"

The amount of cum coating his body by the time his dick finally stops twitching and his trembling body goes limp is mind boggling.

"Holy shit." You murmur breathlessly, pulling out of his fluttering heat. Katsuki whines weakly, though he can't tell whether from sheer over sensitivity or the cold emptiness that he's left with once you're gone from inside of him.

Maybe both. Probably both.

But he doesn't have much time to ponder it, feeling his consciousness rapidly slipping away from him. Oh god, was he seriously going to pass out? No, he couldn't— he was still strapped down, and god only knew what you were going to do to him now. But there's nothing he can do, the exhaustion seeping through his every limb too great to fight.

Before he can fully succumb to the gentle thralls of a blissed out sleep after possibly the most mind blowing orgasm of his entire life, he feels you dip down, lips caressing the shell of his ear as you whisper softly,

"Now that... was one hell of an explosion."

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Katsuki shoots upwards with a gasp, head whipping around violently as he prepares himself for a fight.

But, he's shocked to discover that he's in his own room, tucked safely beneath the thick covers of his own bed.

For a moment, he can only sit in confusion.

Was... was it a dream?

A loud groan rips through his chest as he buries his face in his palms, heat throbbing through his cheeks as his brain replays the pornographic scenes that had unraveled in his head.

Oh god. Had he seriously had a sex dream about a fucking villain? How fucked up was he?

Throwing the covers off of his body with more force than necessary, the pro hero moves to hop off his bed with every intention of banishing the filthy dream from his mind forever, only to pause upon noticing a small slip of hot pink paper on his bedside table.

"The hell...?" He grumbles in confusion, plucking up the nearly folded note and reading over its contents.

Hey Hero

Last night was fun, hope you're not too sore. Might've gone a little rough on you there. Didn't think you'd pass out, but hey, that was one hell of a cumshot so I can't say I really mind.

Your cute little friend Izuku was really concerned about your disappearance after the fight, but I reassured him you'd gotten plenty of attention and were in tip top shape. He was SUCH a sweetheart, I hope you don't mind but I even got his number!

Do you think he likes calamari?

“You’d be surprised,” you say.

You had all drank quite a lot leading up to this encounter. Sero and Denki were obviously very drunk. The others looked unwilling to comment on the situation, not wanting to get involved in their friends sex life. 

“Prove it”, blurts out Sero. Even Denki is slightly surprised. Kirishima shakes his head but says nothing. Jiro giggles and tosses more popcorn into her mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the annoyance that steadily creeped over you but you humour him with an answer.

“Fine”

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Upstairs you softly open Bakugo’s bedroom door. You slip in on soft feet and approach him. He’s sprawled on the bed, fast asleep. The sheets are thrown back as he snores softly lying on his back. Your head feels slightly clearer as you confidently stride forward before crawling onto the bed.

Bakugo doesn’t move. You softly whisper his name and thread a hand through his hair. You gently caress his sleeping face. You straddle him.

Bakugo’s long curly lashes gently flutter. He’s so close to waking up. He might be pretty upset at being woken up so late at night but maybe you can make it an enjoyable experience. After all, this has been his wake up call quite a few times. You lean down and place your lips on his neck. You gently suck and nip on his soft skin. He groans softly. You slip your hands underneath his top and gently rub his sides while you grind down onto his dick. You can feel him beginning to twitch beneath you.

Bakugo gasps slightly. He moans your name. Soft lips parting ever so slightly. You move your lips up to his sharp jaw continuing to kiss and suck to your heart’s content. You continue to grind on him.

Suddenly, two hands reach up to grab your hips, his eyes fluttering open. You grind down again and he groans. He gives you a disbelieving look.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he breathes out.

Your hands pause their movements and simply grasp his sides. You lean down to whisper in his ear.

“We were playing a little game downstairs”, you say, “somehow Denki got a little too curious about our sex life, so I’m here to show everyone who’s in charge.”

You stare at him, completely still. You wouldn’t continue if he said no.

He swallows. “Are you drunk?”

“I was earlier but now I’m fine, I know what I’m doing.”

He then gives you a sly smile and you know you’ve got him. His hands begin to massage your sides. His voice lowers and he says, “What makes you think that you can make me loud enough to prove anything.”

His cocky smirk and challenging eyes set you on fire. This man is playing your heart like a fiddle. You grind your hips roughly again. His back arches slightly but his smile doesn’t waver.

“Alright, Katsuki,” you say, “I can play your game”

You lean down and give him a searing kiss, only breaking away to throw off his shirt. Your hands roam over his torso, wanting to feel him beneath you. He feels alive, warm and hard. You break the kiss and shift down to his shorts. He’s breathing heavily and he eyes you with another challenging look. You yank down his shorts and toss them away, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

His gaze has turned primal but he knows not to interfere and so, his hands remain at his sides gripping the sheets. You kiss him through his underwear. You roll your tongue over the fabric feeling him twitch beneath it. He hates it when you do this. Both of your hands grip his things firmly, keeping him spread as you continue to tease him through his underwear.

“Y/N,” he warns. His voice is incredibly strained.

You giggle and give him a wink. Slowly, you peel back the fabric of his underwear, letting it gently slide off of him, his dick springing out, fully erect.

Finally, you place a kiss to the tip.

He’s salty.

He groans out again.

“You’re killing me here babe.”

You go down on him. You take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, you suck gently. You take him fully and deepthroat him and while pulling back up, you allow your teeth to graze him gently, knowing he loves it.

“God! Fuck!” He shouts, throwing his head back. His back arches splendidly.

“So vocal”, you tease.

You take him again. Your tongue dances over him as he groans. Sometimes he moans your name, sometimes some vague words of encouragement.

“Y/N, I- I’m Cl-ose”he says.

You suck harder and his hips buck but you hold him down. He’s being far too cocky today. 

“I’m Gonna-”, he cries. 

But before he can do anything, you grasp him firmly at the base and pull off completely. His entire body shudders and he whines.

“You cum when I say so”, you drawl out.

“Baby, please,” he begs, “please”

He almost looks as though he’s about to reach out and take hold of himself  but thinks better of it. He pleads with you again and again. His back arches and he squirms, desperate for some sort of release.

You simply smile at him as you shuck off your own clothes. You climb on top of him. His face has become flushed with a gorgeous shade of red. His eyes have become feral. His pink lips have parted slightly to allow his irregular breaths to slip through.

You position his leaking cock beneath you. He’s begging you to lower yourself onto him. He’s practically whining. Slowly, you lower yourself allowing his impressive size to stretch you. Only you can see Bakugo in such a state, practically drooling over himself for you.

Once fully sheathed, you begin to rock. You grind your hips. Bakugo’s back arches and you lean down to place kisses all over his jaw. You place a kiss on his nose before diving down to swirl your tongue against his nipples. One of his hands places itself on your hip while the other tangles itself into your hair. He’s crying out praises and eventually leans up to place a kiss on your forehead. That is, until he throws his head back to let out another cry.

He’s telling you how amazing you are. He’s begging you for release.

“Cum for me Baby,” You say between your own ragged breathing.

He does. You both do as you ride out the wave. His head is still thrown back when you break out of your sex filled haze. His breathing calms down significantly as he goes limp. You get off of him to cuddle into his side. You run a hand through his hair and he turns to you. His eyes glazed over as a genuine smile graces his handsome features.

“I hope that’s proof enough,” he says. His voice is low and you can tell how tired he is.

You nod up at him, continuing to massage his head until his breathing evens out and he falls fast asleep. You place a kiss on his nose and reluctantly pull away from him, reaching for the towels.

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You leave the room quietly after dressing and meet the others downstairs. Each one just silently watches you before reaching into their wallets.

You give them a confused look. Everyone, and you mean everyone, proceeds to give Jiro money. You shoot her a questioning look and her only response was to give you an uncomfortable look as she twirls an ear jack around her finger.

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