#tw.overstim

“You ready to go yet, nerd?” Bakugou shouted for you from the opposite end of your shared apartment, making you huff out a breath as you shuffled through piles of clothing and drawers, looking for a specific pair of shoes you had wanted to wear for your afternoon out with him. Bakugou could get so impatient sometimes.

“I’m almost ready!” You shouted back at your boyfriend, tossing a stray shirt over your shoulder to reveal the chunky velvet mary jane heels you had been searching for, making you exclaim triumphantly. You stepped into them, tying the heel strap securely around your ankles to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally fall out of them, and dusting off the toe box to remove some dirt from the last time you’d worn them out. You took one last look at your reflection in the mirror, adjusting your emerald top so it fit around your shoulders, allowing the silver necklaces around your neck to glisten against your collarbones, and gave your hair a ruffle before grabbing your purse from the top of the dresser and skipping out of the bedroom to meet Bakugou at the front door.

Bakugou’s ear twitched when he heard the muted stomp of your heels against the wood laminate flooring of the apartment, his ear turning in your direction as you got closer, his head following suit. His breath hitched in his throat when his eyes landed on you, warmth flooding over his cheeks as they turned pink. He admired every curve, the sway of your black pleated mini skirt, the glint of the light refracting off of the silver chain around your neck with his name engraved on it, all of which were blown away when he saw your smile.

Fuck… He thought, leaning back against the wall, his hand covering his mouth as he continued to look you up and down, savouring every single detail. Part of him wished you could abandon your afternoon plans together right that second and stay home instead. His tail swayed behind him, the tip of it curling happily as he imagined all the things you could do at home, every single innocent and naughty thing. It was an action that hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. The corners of your mouth turned upwards into a teasing smirk.

“Awh, what’s wrong, Katsuki?” you cooed, ruffling the tuft of ash blonde hair between his ears. “Cat got your tongue?”

Bakugou’s ears flattened at your teasing and he turned his gaze away from you, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the blush on his cheeks darkening. You couldn’t help the little giggle that bubbled up at his reaction. Bakugou hated when you made puns about his feline features, but you adored the flustered reaction it got out of him.

“Shut up, brat, we’re gonna be late,” he muttered, turning his back to you and opening the door, holding it open for you. You headed out the door, a cheeky smile spreading on your face when Bakugou gave your ass a playful slap. Bakugou locked the door behind you, slipping his keys into his pocket, his Pro-Hero Dynamight lanyard hanging by his leg. He held out his hand toward you, fingers spread a little bit. “Hand.”

The command was simple, but it still made your cheeks grow warm and your stomach flutter nervously. You slid your hand into Bakugou’s, twining your fingers together. Bakugou led you out of the apartment, a pleased smirk on his face the entire way out of the building. You had made plans today to go to the mall and then to see a movie, seeing as Bakugou had a weekend off from his Pro-Hero duties and you could actually spend some time together. Bakugou had insisted on picking the movie you were going to see, since he knew you’d be dragging him into every single store that caught your interest in the mall and it was only fair. His other reason was because he didn’t want to be dragged into a chick flick unbeknownst to him. He had picked some new action film that was coming out that same weekend, which he seemed really excited to watch -- or maybe it was just that he was excited to spend time with you. He had you all to himself for an entire weekend, something that hadn’t happened in quite a while.

You had snaked your arm around Bakugou’s when you arrived at the mall together, still holding his hand and pressing your chest against his arm possessively. You loved spending time with Bakugou out in public, but every now and again there would be a swarm of female fans that would try to get his attention. You knew you never needed to worry, though. Bakugou possessively twining his tail around your waist when you walked through the automatic doors together proved that.

You walked around the mall together, peeking into store windows, spotting things that you thought you might like. Bakugou had commented on a couple skirts he saw in one of the stores you had brought him into, peeling one of them off of the display and holding it up for you to consider. It was cute, the same kind of pleated mini skirt style you enjoyed wearing, a laced-up corset front sewn into the waistband. You agreed to try it on for him, grabbing a simple black top to wear with it, since the colour clashed with the top you were currently wearing. You disappeared into a dressing room, Bakugou waiting patiently for you outside of it, leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest, tail swaying behind him. His ear twitched when he heard the zipper of your skirt coming undone, his eyes watching the fabric fall around your ankles from under the dressing room door. You looked at your reflection in the mirror once you had changed, smoothing down the skirt and turning on the ball of your foot slightly to change the position of your body, admiring how nicely the skirt fit around your waist, how it fell so simply around your ass, the length of it falling just above where your thigh highs sat. You smiled. Bakugou usually had a good eye for what would suit you. You unlocked the change room door and opened it, a soft blush staining your cheeks. Bakugou whistled at you as you struck a cute little pose, looking you up and down as you showed off the skirt for him. You giggled bashfully, watching as his tail curled behind him.

“What do you think, Katsuki? Suits me, right?” You asked, already knowing his answer. Bakugou couldn’t stop staring at you, eyes devouring every inch of skin that showed, every hug of fabric against your curves, the way your confidence shone through your pretty smile.

“Not half bad,” He responded, a smirk on his face. He sauntered over to you, reaching his hands out to place them on your hips, pulling you close against him, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “Maybe I should get some pants to match, hm?”

You giggled a little bit at that. Bakugou loved wearing matching clothing with you. Whenever he was around other pro-heros or friends, he always chalked it up to you wanting to be all matchy-matchy together, but in actuality, he was the one who had insisted on buying the custom made pants to match the hat you wore during your first date when you wore it again for your one year anniversary. It was one of the many ways he showed the world he belonged to you, and that you belonged to him.

“That would be nice,” you agreed, already picturing him in the corset laced pants he was sure to get custom made. That was one of the benefits to Bakugou being a top ranked pro-hero; he had cash to spare for frivolous things. “Lemme change out of this and we can move on, okay?”

Bakugou stepped back so you could go back into the change room. You started fiddling with the knot you had tied in the laces to try and undo it, but you had tightened it too much and couldn’t pull the strands apart. You sighed, peeking over at Bakugou, who quirked an eyebrow in amusement.

“Can’t even untie a knot, can you?” he teased, shooing you back into the changeroom and letting himself in after you, shutting the door behind him to give the two of you some privacy. His fingers strategically maneuvered around the knot, his body perched forward enough that his ears were within arm’s reach. You smirked, a naughty idea running through your head.

“You ever thought about piercing your ears, Katsuki?” you murmured, letting your fingers caress the soft fur on Bakugou’s ears, your thumb gently rubbing the velvet interior of them. Bakugou’s fingers fumbled from their concentrated work, finally freeing the knot, a quiet groan bubbling up in his throat at your touch, a bright blush coating his cheeks. You knew Bakugou’s ears were sensitive, his tail was too, and you took advantage of that whenever you got the chance. “I think it would be really sexy if you did. A hoop or a couple of studs. It would go so well with your hero costume. I’m sure you could get Kaminari to do them for you.”

You continued to tease Bakugou’s ears, gently pushing him back against the wall of the changeroom. His hands migrated back to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, the palms of his hands heating just enough for you to feel the warmth through the fabric of the skirt. You cooed at seeing the dark blush painted across his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as he stared down at you, crimson irises dancing with lust.

“Dumbass, you know I c-can’t,” Bakugou defended weakly, a soft gasp escaping him as you lowered a hand, palming firmly at his half-hard cock through his dark jeans.

“Awh, poor kitty, scared of a couple needles,” you taunted, a strangled groan leaving Bakugou’s lips when your fingers ran over his ear again. You loved seeing him like this, flustered and speechless, save for the few moans he let escape. It was so different from how he was in the bedroom. Bakugou had full control there; you were his in every sense of the word. But out in public was where you got to have your fun. “Would you do it if I held your hand? Hm?”

You gave his cock a squeeze, which consequently made Bakugou’s grip on your hips tighten. You giggled, removing your hands to deprive him of the friction he was so desperately craving at that point, stepping back from him to shimmy your way out of the skirt, letting it fall around your ankles and stepping out of it. Bakugou whined, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans, eyes devouring you as you removed the shirt you had grabbed off the rack, leaving you in a matching black lace set. Bakugou’s knees weakened when you bent over to put your original skirt back on, his hand reaching to cover his mouth as he adjusted his cock to at least try and relieve it a little bit, desperately trying not to moan. You finally redressed yourself, adjusting your top so it framed your shoulders again, admiring your reflection and peeking over at Bakugou through the mirror, a small smirk gracing your lips when you saw how much he was struggling. You picked up the skirt and top you had tried on, folding them over your arm, chuckling when Bakugou’s cheeks darkened when you looked over at him.

“C’mon, kitty. We have other places to get to,” you beckoned him to follow you, wagging a finger behind you as you unlocked the change room door and went to the register. Bakugou followed, hands deep in his pockets when he met you at the register. You already had your card out, ready to pay for the items yourself, but before you even got the chance to tap your card against the machine, Bakugou had pulled his card out of his wallet and tapped it, paying in your place.

“You’re not paying for your damn clothes if I picked them out, dumbass,” he chastised, sticking his card back into his wallet. He took the bag the cashier had left on the counter for you to take, grabbing your hand in the other and tangling your fingers together. You had stopped in a few more shops, Bakugou picking out things he thought would suit you and you doing the same for him. At one point, the pair of you had managed to hold up the exact same shirt from opposite ends of the store, waving for each other’s attention and laughing when you noticed the shirts. Of course you’d bought them, for an inevitable matching outfit date. Bakugou had stopped into a store himself, dragging you in and leading you right to the cologne aisle. He smelled a couple, passing them to you to see which you liked best, but you had put them all back on the shelf, insisting that he didn’t need it.

“I like my kitty exactly the way he is,” you purred into his ear on your way past him, moving towards the perfume aisle, causing a shiver to travel up Bakugou’s spine. It wasn’t long after that that Bakugou directed you both towards the theatre in the mall after dropping off your shopping bags in his car. He had bought your tickets in advance, and you were thankful for that the second you saw the ticket line, which had wrapped around the corner of the entrance to the theatre. It was a normal sight, considering the film you had chosen to watch was a highly anticipated release. There were even some people dressed in themed costumes standing in line.

Bakugou had paid for the popcorn, even after you insisted he let you pay for something, just telling you to “shut up and let me pamper you, dumbass.” You and Bakugou sat in the seats you had reserved, right in the centre of the theatre to get the best view of the film, while people started to crowd in around you. Bakugou’s ears flattened as people pooled into the theatre, glaring at a few passersby and groaning at hearing people talk over each other, trying to keep their conversations going before the previews started. You watched as Bakugou’s tail, which was curled around into his lap for comfort, twitched in annoyance, an amused smile spreading across your lips.

“I didn’t expect so many people to show up for this…” he complained, his brows furrowing as he sank a little bit deeper into his chair when a child pointed him out in the crowd. You giggled quietly, reaching over and gently running your fingers over his tail. Bakugou jumped a little bit in his seat, his gaze snapping to you, his cheeks flushing bright pink. You simply smiled sweetly and slowly guided his tail into your lap, stroking the tip.

“Don’t focus on them, Katsuki,” you said, drawing his focus away from the crowd with a sultry smirk. “Focus on me, instead.”

Bakugou shivered, taking the popcorn he’d bought for you both and setting it in his lap as you played with his tail, trying to hide his growing arousal from the crowd in the dim lighting of the theatre as the trailers began to roll.

The film itself had been good; action packed with a good plot and special effects that blew you away. Bakugou, on the other hand, had been unable to pay attention to the movie for most of its duration. You had stroked his tail, playing with it and teasing him throughout the entire film. He was a blushing, gasping mess by the end of the film and he felt frustration boiling in the pit of his stomach at seeing your satisfied smile, your fingers finally letting go of his tail. He swiped it back into his own lap almost immediately, the fur on it fluffing up in clear annoyance.

Bakugou didn’t wait for the credits to finish rolling before he pulled you out of your seat by your wrist, dragging you out of the theatre with his ears flattened behind his head. You protested a bit, having wanted to catch the post-credit scene, but Bakugou stopped caring about what you wanted at that point.

“Shut up, brat,” Bakugou mumbled harshly over his shoulder, causing you to quiet down and obey. You’d had your fun, and Bakugou made it crystal clear that now it was his turn. He couldn’t take waiting anymore. Your incessant teasing had driven him insane all afternoon. He didn’t stray from being a gentleman, holding open the car door for you to step into the vehicle, but slamming it a bit too hard when he closed it. He drove quickly back to your apartment complex, recklessly, desperately. His cock was straining against the zipper of his jeans, a bead of precum having leaked through his boxers and staining the dark denim.

The drive back was quiet, but every one of Bakugou’s actions was loud and brash, efficient, trying to get back home in the shortest amount of time possible -- all so he could ruin you. He had opened the car door for you when you’d arrived back to your apartment, holding out his hand for you to take, staring down at you with scarlet eyes that devoured every inch of you.

“C’mon, get out,” he commanded, voice harsh and gravelly, trying to hold back on pouncing on you right then and there in the parking lot. A shiver traveled down your spine, heat pooling between your legs at Bakugou’s intensity, your cheeks flushing a soft shade of pink. You knew what was waiting for you the second you stepped out of that car, and you took his hand simply because of that, pulling yourself out of your seat. Bakugou didn’t bother with the shopping bags in the trunk, he just needed you to get upstairs, in the safety and privacy of your apartment, so that he could ruin you -- punish you for the way you teased him out in public, for the way you whispered sweet nothings into his ear when you walked past him, for the way you posed just for him when trying on clothing that he picked out knowing he wouldn’t do anything to you in public out of fear for his Hero reputation.

Bakugou unlocked the door to the complex, leading you towards the stairs and avoiding the elevator completely. It would take too long to get to the top floor using it, and it would tempt him to start too early and risk getting caught as soon as the doors closed. Imagine an unfortunate neighbour catching Pro-Hero Dynamight cornering his partner in an elevator of all places. How desperate he must be. You could tell by Bakugou’s rushed pace alone, skipping every other step when he could to make the trip up to your apartment shorter, that he was struggling to keep his composure. You purposefully slowed your pace, Bakugou’s tail swiping you across the face before he turned to you with a glare.

“Move it, brat,” Bakugou’s command was clear and crisp, the words spitting from his mouth and sending butterflies into your stomach. He noticed the slight hesitation in your next step up the stairs, a smirk growing across his lips. He stepped down to share the step you were on, backing you up against the wall and caging you in, his hands slamming against the wall with enough force that it echoed throughout the stairwell, his muscular body pressed against yours. “Unless you want me to fuck you right here? Is that what my dirty little slut wants? You want to get whored out on the stairs, chancing the neighbours hearing you, maybe even have one of them come down to investigate?”

You shivered against Bakugou as he interrogated you, staring up into his lust-filled eyes with a gaze that completely mirrored it. You swallowed hard, shaking your head a little bit, confirming that you really truly did not want a neighbour catching you, purely because you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the humiliation.

“N-no, Katsuki. I just want to be yours, just want you to see me...” your voice quivered a little bit at admitting something that felt absolutely sinful, but that was relatively innocent. Your cheeks burned and the tips of your ears felt warm as you waited for Bakugou’s reaction.

“That’s what I thought,” Bakugou confirmed snarkily with a sharp nod, his thumb caressing your cheek as he pulled away from the wall, taking your hand again and leading you up the stairs at a more contained pace. You followed without reservation this time, keeping pace with him. Your mind raced with thoughts of how he would take you tonight as you walked up the stairs together, especially since you had teased him relentlessly all afternoon.

Bakugou had barely shut the door behind the both of you when you felt your breath knocked out of you, Bakugou’s lips stealing away any oxygen you could inhale before you had a chance to catch your breath. The kiss was rough, hot and feverish and rushed as Bakugou shoved his tongue into your mouth, coaxing a whine out of you, heat pooling into your stomach. His ear twitched at the sound, his hands sliding up the sides of your body, enjoying every curve. His fingers clawed at your shirt, pulling it up from underneath your skirt, breaking the kiss only to pull it over your head, discarding it down the hallway before crashing his lips right back onto yours. He knocked one of his feet against yours.

“Spread ‘em,” he mumbled against your lips and you obliged him, spreading your legs enough for him to shove his knee between your thighs, grinding it against your pussy, the pleasant friction making you moan in his mouth. He smirked, uttering a couple words before kissing you again. “That’s my little whore.”

It didn’t take long for you to grind your hips against Bakugou’s leg, mewling as you edged closer to your release. Bakugou chuckled, moving his leg up to meet the next grind of your hips, breaking away from the kiss.

“Awh, is my little kitty gonna cum?” he taunted. “All over your master’s leg, how desperate are you? Grinding that needy little pussy all over my leg. Is that really all it takes to make you cum?”

You whined when he moved his leg back to keep you from orgasming, a sympathetic, pitiful coo escaping his lips when your knees buckled out from underneath you, your body crumpling ungracefully onto the floor. You hated how hearing the click of his tongue made you wet, desperate to hear more from him -- for him to tease and torture you with everything he had. You looked up at Bakugou, tears pricking in your eyes, threatening to spill over your brightly flushed cheeks, a lusty haze glazing over your eyes. Bakugou simply reached out a hand, ruffling your hair with a smirk.

“You’re already a step ahead of me, kitten,” he purred, his other hand fumbling with the belt around his waist, the metal of the buckle clinking together when it finally came undone. Bakugou pulled his pants down over his hips, your gaze following the trail of blonde hair that led from his navel to the well-groomed bush hidden below. You adjusted how you sat, moving onto your knees and folding your hands into your lap -- a habit that Bakugou had trained you into in your years together. Bakugou shimmied his pants down his legs, hooking his fingers into his boxers at the same time, his hard cock springing free of the elastic waistband as he slid the fabric down his muscular thighs. Your gaze landed directly on his cock, a bead of precum leaking from the tip of it, and you could feel your thighs clenching, anticipating how incredible it would feel to have him rocking in and out of your tight pussy, slapping your ass, pulling your hair, taunting you the entire time, filthy words tumbling from his lips. The thought of it alone made you drool with want. Bakugou wrapped his large hand around his girth, pumping along his dick a couple times before stepping closer to you and tilting your chin up, slapping the head of his cock against your lips. “Open wide.”

You didn’t oblige him right away. You thought it might be fun to keep teasing him, to keep digging your grave until he snapped and only furthered your punishment, fucking you raw and numb and using you until you couldn’t see straight. Bakugou frowned, his fingers tangling into your hair and tugging your head back sharply.

“I said, open your fucking mouth, slut,” he repeated his command, spitting against your face, the impact of it making you gasp in surprise. Bakugou took that single opportunity to shove his entire length into your mouth, the tip of his cock ramming against the back of your throat and making you gag, your lungs heaving as you tried to take in a gasp of air, coughing when you were unsuccessful. Your nose was pushed deep into the tuft of hair against Bakugou’s pelvis, his grip on your hair keeping you from moving at all. You looked up at him, his lips twisted into a satisfied smirk as you tried to take in deep breaths through your nose. “That’s my good kitty, let your master use your slutty mouth.”

Bakugou rocked his hips back, slowly rolling them forward into your mouth again, a deep groan escaping his lips as he found a steady pace. He degraded you each time you coughed when his dick hit the back of your throat, telling you how pathetic it was that you could barely take half of his length into your mouth without gagging against him, how he clearly needed to train his slut better if that was all it took to make you cough, his grip in your hair tightening all the while. You tried to pull back for just a couple seconds, hoping to catch a breath of air, pushing your hands against Bakugou’s legs, but he simply snapped at you to keep your fucking hands in your lap, and you didn’t dare disobey him a second time.

He abused your mouth until enough drool had pooled from your lips to dampen your skirt, the reflection of the light on your spit glistening against your collarbones. Your throat felt raw and your jaw hurt when Bakugou pulled his dick from your mouth, lungs heaving as you gulped down lost air, the room spinning when you looked up from the ground.

“Don’t get too comfortable, sweetheart,” Bakugou chidded, chuckling as he tugged you to your feet by your hair. You whined in protest, stumbling up onto your feet and balancing yourself, staring up at him with half-lidded eyes, knowing exactly what he was going to say next. “We’ve barely even started.”

Before you knew it, Bakugou had slung you up over his shoulder, smacking his hand hard on your ass, your yelp of surprise echoing through your apartment as Bakugou carried you to the bedroom. He dropped you harshly onto the bed, giving you a firm stare with a single command: “Clothes, off.” You did as you were told, stripping out of your skirt and tossing it across the room, followed by your thigh highs and underwear. Bakugou had also shed his shirt, rummaging around in a drawer while you were preoccupied, searching for something. He smirked when he found what he was looking for, pulling out a pair of leather handcuffs and nipple clamps. Your mouth went dry when he turned around to show you the treasures he’d found, a nasty smirk on his lips to complete the package. Before you had a chance to say anything, Bakugou commanded you to lie back, and for the sake of not furthering your punishment, you did so, raising your arms above your head for him to cuff your wrists together. He looped the cuffs over the middle rung of the bedpost, giving them a quick tug to make sure they were secured, and that you weren’t able to slip out of them. You wiggled your wrists around in their leather binding, the soft interior cloth rubbing against your skin as you adjusted a bit to make yourself more comfortable. Warm fingers sizzled against your skin, Bakugou’s touch trailing up along your sides, his fingers tracing along the curve of your ribs and underneath your breasts. Despite how exhaustive you knew your punishment was going to be, Bakugou’s touch was soft, gentle. He was careful with you as he teased your nipples, coaxing a soft whimper from your lips when he squeezed them between his thumb and index fingers. You caught his gaze, a dark blush beginning to stain your cheeks when you saw the mischief dancing in his amber gaze. A yelp escaped you when Bakugou pulled hard at your nipples, promptly letting them go after a few seconds of tight pinching, your breasts bouncing back into place. Bakugou repeated the motion a few times over until your nipples were sore and red, absolutely sensitive to the touch. He cooed, bending forward and dragging his tongue along your left nipple, his fingers brushing over your right, coaxing a shaky moan from you at the sensitivity. He nipped and sucked, making sure to give the other nipple the same attention before snaking down to your core, leaving kisses and bruises along your ribs, down your stomach, leaving particularly dark love spots on your hips. He smirked at the view between your legs; your cunt was dripping wet, a smooth trail of slick pooling from your pussy and wetting the bedspread beneath you. He looked up at you from between your legs, purring.

“My slutty little kitten is sopping wet... You want somethin’, baby? Hm?” he teased, draggin his tongue along the inside of your thigh, nipping at the skin and sucking a dark bruise into your skin. Before you had the chance to reply, Bakugo ran his tongue along your slit, flicking your clit with the tip of it, coaxing a soft whimper from you, before he began messily devouring your pussy. He licked and sucked at your clit, a soft, constant purr rumbling deep in his throat and vibrating against you as he ate you out. You fought against the restraints when he inserted his tongue into you, burying his nose against your clit, mewling pitifully as he fucked you with his tongue. He repeated the back and forth motion, everytime you got remotely close from attention to your clit, he moved back to tonguefucking you, keeping you on the edge for so long that tears pooled from your eyes until you couldn’t take it anymore. You came hard on his tongue, hearing Bakugou’s displeased growl and realizing you forgot to ask for permission. You knew what would come next before it even happened. Bakugou moved his tongue from your hole to your clit, overstimming you until you came twice more, begging, pleading with him to stop, to let you breathe. After a fourth orgasm, Bakugou finally pulled away, drool dripping down his chin as he looked down at you, pleased with seeing how you had come apart for him. A chuckle escaped him when you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, still sniffling and chest heaving, unable to string together any coherent words of thanks. Bakugou leaned forward, his thumb caressing your cheek, gently wiping away a fresh tear.

“Awh, my poor kitten, so tired out,” he cooed, pulling back for a moment to pick up the nipple clamps, dangling them in front of your face, the silver of the clasps twinkling in the light. “If you thank me properly, maybe I won’t use these. Maybe I’ll let you cum as soon as you want to when I fuck you. Maybe…”

He paused, spreading your legs, the palms of his hands on your knees holding his weight as he leaned forward, a teasing smirk playing at his lips, his tongue running over his teeth through his open-mouthed smirk.

“I’ll be nice.”

You sniffled, pulling yourself up a bit, taking in a deep breath and staring up at Bakugou. His eyes were warm, despite the mischievous smirk on his face. He relished in seeing the dark blush on your cheeks, the tears staining your face, your eyeliner mixed in with them and smeared on your face. He enjoyed seeing you absolutely ruined, messy, practically begging him for more with a single look. Your eyes always burned with an intensity he never saw in anyone else, and he adored it.

“Yes, Sir. T-Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for making me cum, thank you for punishing me,” you continued to babble on ‘thank yous’ and ‘pleases’ until Bakugou’s purrs rumbled deep in his throat. He shushed you when he’d heard enough, picking the clamps up off of the bed and discarding them to the floor.

“Pathetic slut, begging so well for your Master to be merciful. You won your way out, kitten,” he purred, fingers trailing down your thighs, his tail swishing behind him as he readjusted his position, lining himself up at your pussy and hooking his hands under your knees, bringing them closer to your chest. “Now be my good little whore and take your Master’s cock.”

The second you nodded, Bakugou plunged deep inside of you, all the way to the hilt of his cock, his balls slapping against your ass. You yelped, not expecting the quick intrusion, but you melted against him when he slowly rocked his hips into you, staying rough with each thrust into your dripping cunt but savouring the feeling of being inside of you. He groaned under his breath, enjoying your warmth, a dark blush spattering his cheeks, his ears twitching with each one of your moans. His pace quickened evenly, pausing just briefly to readjust the position, hooking your leg over his shoulder to free up a hand to choke you with, his fingers further closing around your throat the faster he went, his thrusts keeping the same rough energy they had when he first plunged into you. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt yourself coming close to the edge. Your hands tugged hard on your restraints, desperately wanting to give your clit some attention to reach your orgasm, wanting to touch Bakugou’s ears to make him reach his. The closer you got, the more you whined and begged to cum for Bakugou. He took in a deep breath, growling on his exhale.

“Look at me,” he commanded, waiting for your eyes to fall on him. Your eyes stayed half-shut, too blissed out by the promise of an orgasm to register the command. When you didn’t obey him right away, Bakugou spat in your face. “I said look at me, slut. I want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

The harsher command made you snap your eyes to him, meeting his amber eyes almost immediately. They were intense, but not intimidating – no, they were full of an intense, burning passion, full of love for you. It was then that you felt your release, the walls of your cunt clenching down against Bakugou as he continued to thrust into you, searching for his own release.

“K-Katsuki!” you cried out, tears escaping your eyes from the strength and pleasure of your orgasm. Bakugou continued to thrust, his hips faltering once he felt you milking his cock with your pussy, signaling he was close to cumming as well. “Katsuki, please, need you. Need your cum in me, please. Need my Master’s cum to fill my pussy. Please, Katsuki, please!”

The last few words of your begging, hearing his name escape your lips not once, but three times was the final piece Bakugou needed to reach his release. He thrust into you twice more before he stopped, his cock stuffed deep inside of your pussy as he shot his load inside you, marking you, breeding you, making you unequivocally and irrevocably his. He let go of your throat, catching himself on his palms when he leaned forward, breathing heavily, his cock still twitching inside of you. You were breathing equally as heavy as he was, enjoying the post-sex bliss as the two of you caught your breath. Neither of you said a word for a few minutes, just listening to each other catching up with reality and coming off the orgasmic high you’d both experienced.

Bakugou had recovered sooner than you had, pulling himself off and out of you, watching with a pleased smirk when his cum pooled from your cunt and onto the bed sheets. He made a note to change them before the two of you went to bed for the night. He crawled off the bed, coming up beside you and reaching over you to undo the handcuffs. You looked up at him the entire time, admiring his features, taking note of the couple beads of sweat on his forehead, the softness in his eyes, feeling the restraints loosen and stretching your arms out when they had finally been removed. You sat up, gently massaging your wrists, smiling at Bakugou. He kissed the top of your head, mumbling a quiet “wait here” before walking from the bedroom, tail curled happily behind him, his right ear flicking three times – a habit you noticed he had gathered when he was pleased with you. You wiped the tears from your face, rubbing at the spots that had dried to rid the trails from your face and smiling a little bit when your fingers came back with black smudges on them from your makeup. Your legs felt weak, which wasn’t a surprise considering how rough Bakugou could get in bed, but you felt nothing but pride bubbling up inside you. You waited patiently for him to come back, hearing the soft flush of the toilet, the quiet creak of the bathroom door, and then the running water from the kitchen tap. Bakugou returned soon after, feet shuffling against the floor to keep himself somewhat steady, a glass of water in hand, along with a cold slice of pizza from the previous day’s supper. He handed both to you.

“Eat. Drink. And don’t forget to pee. I’ll kill you if you get a stupid UTI,” he demanded sternly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you, right ear flicking when you giggled quietly, taking a sip of water. You quietly ate your slice of pizza, finishing off the glass of water while Bakugou talked, discussing how the order of clean-up should go. He decided that the sheets should go in the wash first, they could run while you were both in the shower cleaning yourselves up, and then would be ready for the dryer by the time you’d be done. You could watch a movie together on the couch or something while the sheets dried. Bakugou helped you out of the bed when you’d finished off the snack he’d brought for you, getting the shower running and asking you to check the temperature while he went to change the sheets. You stepped into the shower, humming happily at the feeling of the warm water against your skin. It didn’t take long for Bakugou to join you, stepping behind you and giving your ass a playful slap, eliciting a giggle from you. You had washed each other’s hair, Bakugou doing yours first. He purred non-stop while you scrubbed at his scalp when it was your turn, being extra careful of his ears.

“I love you, Katsuki,” you said to him. His ear twitched, flicking soap from the tip of it, and his purring got louder.

“Fuckin’ love you, too,” he muttered quietly. Had it not been for his purring showing his true feelings, anyone else likely would have thought Bakugou had been annoyed based on his tone. But you knew better.

You wrapped up your shower together, towelling off. Bakugou tied a towel around his waist, leaving the bathroom to switch out the sheets while you went to the bedroom to find something comfortable to wear for the rest of the evening. A pair of shorts and one of Bakugou’s hoodies later, you were back in the bathroom putting on a charcoal mask. Bakugou strode in beside you, in grey sweatpants and an orange t-shirt that had definitely seen better days, quirking an eyebrow when he caught your reflection in the mirror. Without a word, you handed the bottle to him, and he took it, pushing his still-damp hair back with one of your fuzzy headbands and applying the mask to his t-zone. You giggled at the double-up of cat ears Bakugou now had on his head, since he happened to choose the exact headband that had fuzzy pink cat ears on it. You’d settled on the couch together, and you were insisting you watch the recent romance flick that had been released to streaming sites since you had heard good reviews. Bakugou didn’t complain, and you cuddled up against him, debating the logistics of the film and who the better looking characters were.

The dryer dinged just as the movie was wrapping up. Bakugou stopped the movie after the credits finished rolling, huffing frustratedly, his ears folding back when he stomped away to retrieve the sheets. You followed after him, turning out lights as you went, waiting for him to bring the sheets into the bedroom, a smile on your face. He dropped them ungracefully onto the bed, tail swishing behind him as he picked out the pillowcases from the pile of warm linen.

“Oh, come on, Katsuki, it wasn’t that bad,” you teased, folding your arms across your chest. Truthfully, the movie had been a lot more cliché than the reviews had suggested, making it a predictable film. You still enjoyed it, but Bakugou clearly had a different opinion.

“Are you kidding?” he retaliated, stuffing a pillow into one of the pillowcases while you fought with the fitted sheet. He dropped the pillow to give you a hand, tucking the corners on his side of the bed. “The amount of plot holes in that movie was stupid. Even a chipmunk could tell it was a shit ass movie. I could direct that film better than that fucking pigeon for brains director.”

You giggled, billowing the top sheet so it made it to the other side of the bed. Bakugou caught it almost immediately and smoothed it out, tucking in the end under the bed with you.

“Right, just like how you’re definitely going to claim Deku’s spot as the top hero one day,” you teased, smirking. Bakugou immediately started to pout, tossing the pillows onto the bed and fussing with the duvet, tossing half of it to you to catch when you weren’t looking, the cover smacking you in the face. He chuckled, setting the duvet on the bed.

“Now, we’re even, nerd,” he mocked, tossing aside the covers and climbing into bed. You rolled your eyes playfully, turning out the light and crawling into bed next to him. You cuddled up against Bakugou, resting your head on his chest and slinging a leg over his, listening to his soft purr rumbling in his chest. He looked down at you with a smile.

“So… What should we do tomorrow?”

you’ve seen the red cheeks, heard the stutters, feel the slight fear that radiates from his aura. being the schweiden adlers’ team manager was a fun job, especially when you were able to spur nervous reactions from kageyama. it’s all hilarious to you, the prominent blush when you call him by his first name, the compliments that inspire him to work harder during practice, it’s funny.

you have tobio wrapped around your little finger and you’re proud. it’s satisfying, you couldn’t have asked for anything more. and it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy it, he’s just at a loss of words, still getting used to being on the team, still getting used to flirtatious remarks directed towards him. no one has been this direct, this teasing, and it makes him think about you while his hands are shoved in his underwear at night.

“you have really nice arms, tobio-kun!” you say, admiring them, patting his back and watching the blood rush to his face.

“t-thanks.”

it’s the usual, but he feels almost angry. how can you treat him like this so naturally? how can you say these things without flinching? how, how, how? it’s nothing more than a compliment, but it’s kept in his head, along with your pretty face and your pretty body and your pretty voice. it’s all he needs when thinking about you in the late night, again. yet, he’s riled up more than usual and you can tell.

maybe it was time to leave him alone instead of more teasing. hoshiumi always tells you he looks like he’s on the verge of exploding anyways.

and so you wait until practice is over. kageyama spends a little more time in the gym than the rest of the team as usual, but this time you don’t leave, instead staying on the bleachers until everyone leaves. when it’s empty, with the exception of the two of you, you walk up to him and he pauses before doing another serve.

“tobio-kun?”

“hm?” he grunts out, the sound of the ball smacking against the other side of the court accompanying the noise.

“sorry,” you look him in the eye, “sorry, if i made you uncomfortable.”

“you don’t have to apologize, really,” he responds, resisting the urge to turn towards you, “you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“no, i really am-”

he grabs his gym bag behind him, walking towards the locker rooms, “wait, tobio! i’m still talking to you!”

he stays silent while you trail behind him, following him into the locker room. you had good intentions, only wanting to make sure tobio understood that you didn’t mean to make him feel unwelcome. sure, you had your fun, but you wanted to be serious this time – you didn’t want him to hate you. when you finally catch up, only a foot behind him while he sits on the bench, he finally looks at you, adjusting his body until he’s facing you.

“i just want to make sure you’re not uncomfortable. that’s it.”

he stares at you for a few seconds before you feel a pair of big hands gripping your hips until you’re falling over right onto his body. you don’t even process it, everything happening fast as he repositions your body until your face meets the bench and your body is drooped over his lap. he’s quick to slip off the skirt, clapping a hand over the soft flesh of your ass, the only thing separating his hand from your skin being your stockings.

“you wanna apologize now?” he asks, ripping off the fabric, “it’s been months since i joined, (y/n). it’s been so long.”

“d-don’t rip those-”

“it’s too late.” his voice gets deeper, his breath on your ear and sending shivers down your spine.

he doesn’t stop at your stockings, ripping your underwear along with it and throwing the fabric somewhere off in the locker room. the thought of being fucked in the schweiden adlers’ locker room shouldn’t arouse you, but you’re getting wetter and wetter by the second, shaking in anticipation. “what are we doing?” you choke out, his hand still massaging your ass.

“you’re gonna apologize by taking my fingers,” he answers, his thumb trailing across your glossy pussy, in awe of the slick that drips down his lap, “i haven’t even touched you, yet.”

“then touch me.”

his hand meets your ass with brute force, making you squeal as the stinging pain reverberates throughout your entire body. you’re sure he’s left a mark and the prospect makes your face hot. there’s no time to think when he lays another blow, this time harshly cupping the tender flesh. “you don’t tell me what to do.”

“i’m- i’m sorry.”

“yeah, you better be.”

his middle finger prods at your entrance, filling you up until it reaches the spongy spot inside of you. he presses against it and he knows he’s found it when you’re arching your back, a silent plea for more. he smirks, finally having you at his mercy, adding another finger and starting off with slow stroke.

“so gorgeous,” he says as tears form at the corner of your eyes, involuntary whines filling up the locker room. the pace fastens, his fingers curling with every stroke, your orgasm coming embarrassingly early while he hits your g spot over and over again. your hole clenches and unclenches erratically, walls convulsing around him. “so tight.”

it’s almost like he can see the spot himself with the way he hits it every time and when his thumb slips into your little puckered hole, it takes you by surprise. although, the feeling isn’t unwelcome, the sensation heightening your pleasure as you come closer to euphoria. “both of your holes, takin’ me so well.”

you nod, moaning pathetically as you cream around his fingers. it’s the only way you can respond while they continue their relentless pace, pistoning in and out of your little cunt.

your movements are languid, from the moment you pull off his practice sweats to the moment your tongue flicks up to tease his slit. he looks down at you with dilated pupils, resisting the urge to push your head down his shaft, letting you do the work as you had insisted when he got home. his head is thrown back, hands carding through your hair as you look back up with teary eyes.

under the jersey that flows past your knees, you're completely bare.

the feeling of your wet cavern is gone and he whines, but before he can process your next move, his jersey is already thrown somewhere on the floor, his dick already resting between the valley of your breasts, already lubricated with a mix of your saliva and his precum. it allows him to fuck your tits with ease.

he thrusts upwards on instinct and you silently forgive him, pressing a small kiss on the head. "just relax, tobio, okay?"

"okay."

and so you squeeze your breasts together, the gap between them stuffed full of his thick cock, pre cum dripping down the shaft. he squirms at the image of your lips sucking on the pretty pink tip, tits pushed together, and it's all enough to make him cum alone. he thinks he's about to burst.

tobio looks so handsome like this, you think. his hands desperately gripping the sheets, saliva spilling out of his lips, thighs flexing with each stroke of your breasts. the flesh is soft and warm, easy to slip through, and they feel so tight around him. you fasten your pace, determined to make him spill his seed, but his hand grips your shoulder, a silent plea to stop. "tobio?" you ask worriedly, "did i hurt you? i'm sorry i-"

"no, you didn't do anything wrong," he struggles to find the right words, his mind still hazy from how good you made him feel, "i- i just want to cum in you."

your eyes soften at his words before you reposition, quickly lining him up with your entrance and sinking down, adjusting to the painful stretch. even after all this time, you still struggle to take all of him in, no matter how wet you are. he's huge and the tip bumps at the entrance of your cervix every time. but he's always patient, letting you take your time so that he can pound into you with ease later. the stretch burns, your little hole doing its best to accommodate for his fat cock.

but all he can think about is the way you treated him so well with your tits.

and so he's quick to flip you over, stuffing your tight pussy full, relishing in the way you're already creaming and clenching erratically around him. pleasure washes over your body with one direct hit towards your sweet spot. "i can't believe you already came." he mutters, pulling out completely, covered in your slick. he's surprised, but his cheeks are hot and he's proud. "that easy?"

"it's because your dick is too big, tobio!" you respond, slightly embarrassed, and he smirks, "well, i need to cum, too, right? it's my birthday after all."

tobio doesn't let you respond, instead pulling your thighs until your body slides towards him. your lower body is lifted off the bed, one hand holding your waist with a harsh grip, his cock sliding back into your wet cunt and brushing against your g spot. you feel like toy when he fucks into you relentlessly, sounds of slapping skin feeling the air, sloshing noises produced by your juices.

"you're taking me so well," he rambles, "such a good girl." you respond with a moan, nails digging into his shoulders when he leans down to suck on your wet tits. his teeth brush against your nipple and the feeling shoots to your core, your walls clamping down on him. he's intoxicated and his breath is heavy, the only thing on his mind is the high he's chasing and the way you make him feel.

by now, you're well on your way to another orgasm, your mind cloudy with euphoria as he pounds into your quivering, fucked out hole. the familiar knot builds in your stomach and unwinds while you gush all over him, slick spilling onto your sheets.

but he hasn't come yet.

and the overstimulation hurts, but you endure his pace because it's tobio and you love him. you look down, his face buried in your the soft mounds on your chest. he sucks, licks, and bites at the little nubs while your thighs wrap around his waist, bringing him closer and closer until it's hard to move. you feel impossibly tight and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last.

wanting more friction, he positions you until your knees are pinned to your chest, allowing him to hit even deeper. at this angle, it feels like your guts are being rearranged. his balls slap harshly against your ass while you're practically folded in half. your mind is empty, your lips are parted open and when his fingers find your clit, you're filled with intense bliss. when you look down again, you're met with the sight of his shaft disappearing in and out of your aching pussy. the only thing you can do is chant his name over and over again until he reaches his own high. little praises and moans spill from his lips as your tiny cunt squeezes around him.

thick, long fingers interlock with yours, keeping you grounded as tobio stills and fills your creamy, fluttering cunny to the brim with his warm seed.

he flips you over, resting on his back while you lay down on his chest. his cock softens inside of you and you close your eyes, enjoying the feel of your bare chest on his, strong arms surrounding your body. but eventually, someone has to get up and cook dinner.

you pepper his face with kisses until he groans tiredly, "you already want more?" you slap his chest, "no, dumbass! i have to go cook dinner!"

"i'm not hungry."

"i'm not hungry either."

"welp," he holds your body closer before slipping out of your entrance, "can we have hot coco?"

you nod excitedly, quickly slipping on his jersey before limping to the kitchen as fast as you can. you immediately pull out a pot, turn on the stove, and pour in the milk while tobio stumbles his way there in only his sweats. "how chocalatey do you want it to be?"

"yes."

you laugh before pouring in another packet and stirring it in with the milk. the sound of your humming fills the room before tobio speaks up again, "you really came faster than hinata sprints, huh?"

"shut up!" you turn off the stove and pour in the hot liquid into two mugs, "i won't hesitate to spit in your hot coco."

"i'd still drink it."

you roll your eyes, sitting on the counter while tobio watches you enjoy the drink from his seat at the table. he puts down his mug, walking towards you until he's between your legs, "t-tobio! we just fucked like five minutes ago! your cum is still in me as we speak!"

"i'll just fuck it back into you, i guess." he shrugs casually. your cheeks heat up at the prospect and you try your best not to squeal.

"tobio, you can't just say shit like that-" he immediately shuts you up with a wet kiss and you melt into the feeling. his hand peaks underneath his jersey, a thick finger collecting up the essence of your tiny hole. "it's my birthday after all." he says and you laugh, unaware of how fast he's pulled down his sweats.

your giggles are cut off by his fat length splitting you in half once again.

“again?” osamu thrusts up into your needy cunt, slick juices dripping down his balls. his large hands keep a bruising grip on the fat of your hips, your breasts bouncing every time he fucks into your sensitive cunt. “you’re one greedy slut, aren’t ya?”

your hands grab onto the headboard when his fingers rub your little clit, your cream covering his cock as your tight pussy milks him for all he’s worth. hot cum pumps into your womb and you fall forward into his chest. 

you attempt to get off of his cock, but strong arms cage your body instead, “you aren’t going anywhere. unless you want me fuck my cum back into you, needy whore.”

strong arms are locked onto your thighs, keeping you from closing your legs, as his tongue fucks you into your fourth, or maybe your fifth, orgasm. you can’t tell anymore, you can’t even think when the familiar feeling washes over you. your walls clenching erratically despite the emptiness. 

shoyo is amazed at the sight above him, tear stained cheeks, lips parted, back arching off the bed. he’s proud that he can get you in this state with his mouth and his mouth alone. he sucks your clit as you come back down and the way your hands tug at his hair makes his cock twitch with anticipation. 

“fuck, you look so good.” he mutters, coming back up to kiss your neck.