"Cum home and ruin me"| Bakugo Katsuki x Female Reader
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Female reader
Summary: During a long agency meeting, Bakugo receives an explicit nude video from his girlfriend. He rushes home and claims her body relentlessly through the night. The next morning, he smirks watching her wobble in his oversized t-shirt, her neck covered in dark bite marks and hickeys.
Word count: 5,6k
Content: 18+, explicit content, adult sexual content, Bakugo x female reader, rough intimacy, teasing video, nude video, multiple rounds, creampie, biting, marking, hickeys, nipple play, nipple sucking, possessive behavior, morning after, wobbly legs, size difference, dirty talk, power dynamics, established relationship, smut, lemon, there will be shown a warning when the smut happens
a/n: This is my first ever time writing something this long, especially a smut fic. Im really proud of this but i feel like I kept using repetitive words so if you read and see the same words used over and over again, im sorry🥹 im still a newbie at writing smut so i hope you can let it pass this once😅
Also a quick warning, this one is kinda gross so please scroll if any disturbs you, and this proofread really badly so im sorry of any mistakes!
Also im tagging a certain mutual who i know is a freak for this ahem ahem [@pro-herokatsukispubies]
But Without further ado,
Enjoy my loves♡
You knew exactly what you were doing.
Katsuki Bakugo sat at the head of the long conference table in the top-floor war room of his agency, Dynamight Hero Agency, arms crossed tight over his broad chest, scarlet eyes narrowed at the holographic map floating above the center of the table. The afternoon sunlight slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching on the sharp lines of his hero costume, still half-zipped because he’d stormed straight from patrol into this bullshit meeting. His sidekicks and a couple of visiting agency reps droned on about patrol routes, villain sighting patterns in the eastern district, and some new support gear prototype that was apparently “revolutionary.”
He wasn’t listening. Not really. His jaw was clenched so hard it ached, one boot tapping an impatient rhythm under the table. All he could think about was you, his fiery little girlfriend who’d texted him right before he walked in: "Miss you already, baby. Hurry home." With that little heart-eyes emoji you knew pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.
The meeting had dragged for two fucking hours already. Two hours of “yes, sir” and “we should consider” and idiots who couldn’t read a goddamn map. His phone sat face-down on the table beside his water bottle, silent. For now.
“and that’s the projected impact on response times if we reroute Unit Three through the industrial zone,” one of the reps finished, clicking to the next slide.
Bakugo grunted, the sound low and dangerous. “Fine. Whatever. Next.”
He didn’t even look at the slide. His mind was already halfway home, imagining you spread out on his bed in nothing but one of his oversized tank tops, waiting for him like you always did after a long shift. The thought made his cock twitch lazily in his pants. He shifted in his chair, thighs flexing under the reinforced fabric.
Then the clock hit 3:45 PM.
“Ten-minute break,” his head of operations announced, standing up and stretching. “Bathroom, coffee, whatever. Back at four sharp, boss wants the full tactical review done before patrol shift change.”
Chairs scraped. People filed out, chatting, laughing, grabbing snacks from the side table. Bakugo stayed seated for a second, rolling his shoulders, cracking his neck. The room emptied fast. He reached for his phone, thumbing it open with one hand while the other dragged through his spiky blond hair.
A new notification. From you.
His lips curled into a smirk. Finally. He expected a voice note, maybe a teasing photo of your tits in that lacy bra he liked. He tapped it open without thinking.
It wasn’t a photo.
It was a video. Thirty-two seconds long. The thumbnail was dark, but he caught the glint of your skin, the curve of your shoulder, the way your hair spilled over bare collarbones.
His pulse kicked hard.
He glanced once at the open door, no one in the hallway visible then propped the phone against his water bottle, angled so only he could see the screen. Volume all the way down. He hit play.
The video started with a soft giggle, your voice, low and breathy, the one that always made his dick jump. The camera was propped up on the nightstand in your shared bedroom, the big floor-length mirror behind the bed catching every angle. You were already naked. Completely. Standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but the thin gold chain he’d bought you for your anniversary, the one that dangled right between your tits.
“Hi, baby,” you purred straight into the camera, voice dripping honey and sin. “I know you’re stuck in that boring meeting… but I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
You ran your hands up your sides, slow, deliberate, cupping your breasts and squeezing. Your thumbs flicked over your nipples, already hard and pebbled. A soft moan slipped out of you, and Bakugo’s cock thickened instantly, pressing against the front of his pants like it had a mind of its own.
“Miss your hands on me,” you whispered, pinching harder, rolling your nipples until your back arched. “Miss your mouth… the way you bite right here—” You tilted your head, dragging your nails down your throat, leaving faint red lines. “and the way you growl when I’m wet for you.”
You turned around, giving the camera a full view of your ass. Plump, perfect, the kind he loved to grab and spank until it glowed red. You bent forward slightly, reaching back to spread yourself open with two fingers. The camera caught everything, your slick, glistening pussy lips, the tight little hole he’d fucked raw more times than he could count, already dripping down your thighs.
“See what you do to me, Katsuki?” Your voice cracked with need. “I’m so fucking wet. Been touching myself for an hour thinking about your cock stretching me open.”
You sank two fingers into yourself right there, moaning loud enough that even with the volume low he could hear the wet, obscene sound. Your hips rolled, fucking your own hand slow and deep, ass jiggling with every thrust. The mirror showed your face, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed dark.
Bakugo’s breathing went ragged. His cock was fully hard now, thick and aching, trapped painfully against his thigh. He palmed it once through his pants, squeezing hard, but it wasn’t enough. Not even close.
You pulled your fingers out, shiny and coated, and brought them to your mouth. You sucked them clean, eyes locked on the camera like you were staring straight into his soul.
“Want you to come home and ruin me,” you gasped, climbing onto the bed on all fours. The camera angle was perfect, your pussy and ass on full display, tits hanging heavy, nipples brushing the sheets. “Want you to pin me down and fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow. Want your cum dripping out of me while you go back to work like nothing happened.”
You reached between your legs again, rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit, moaning his name like a prayer. “Katsuki… fuck—Katsuki, please—”
The video ended right as your thighs started to shake, right on the edge.
Bakugo stared at the black screen, chest heaving. His cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Pre-cum had soaked through his boxers, leaving a wet spot he could feel cooling against his skin. He was rock-hard, balls tight, every muscle coiled like he was about to explode, literally. His palms itched with the urge to spark, tiny explosions popping between his fingers before he forced them down.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled under his breath, voice wrecked. He locked the phone and shoved it into his pocket, but the image of you, spread open, dripping, begging for his cock—was burned behind his eyelids.
The break was almost over. He could hear voices coming back down the hall. He adjusted himself as best he could, crossing one leg over the other, but the bulge was obvious if anyone bothered to look. He didn’t give a shit. Let them stare. His mind was already racing ahead, picturing exactly how he was going to destroy you the second he got home.
He was going to shove you against the wall the moment he walked through the door. Rip those soaked panties off with his teeth. Bury his face between your legs and eat you until you screamed his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. Then he’d flip you over, ass up, and fuck you raw, deep, brutal strokes that would have the headboard slamming against the wall. He’d make you cum on his cock twice before he even let himself finish, filling you so full his cum would leak out around him while he kept pounding.
And when you were a sobbing, shaking mess, he’d pull out, flip you onto your back, and do it all over again. Slower this time. Meaner. Until you were crying and clawing at his back and promising you’d never tease him during a meeting again.
The door opened. People filed back in, chatting, settling into chairs. His head of operations gave him a nod. “Ready to continue, sir?”
Bakugo’s smirk was sharp, dangerous, feral.
“Yeah,” he said, voice low and rough, already tasting you on his tongue. “Let’s make this quick. I got somewhere I need to be.”
He shifted again, cock still painfully hard, the memory of your video looping in his head like a goddamn highlight reel. The meeting dragged on for another hour, but he powered through every slide, every question, every decision with terrifying efficiency. Because the sooner this shit ended, the sooner he could get home.
And when he did?
You were going to get exactly what you’d asked for.
He was going to fuck the absolute shit out of you.
The meeting wrapped exactly the way Bakugo wanted it to, fast, brutal, and with zero room for questions. He slammed his palm on the table the second the last slide clicked off, sparks popping between his fingers like warning shots. “We’re done. Anyone who’s still talking when I walk out that door is on overtime for the next month. Move.”
Chairs scraped. Sidekicks scattered. He was already halfway down the hall before the door even shut behind him, boots pounding the polished floor like he was charging into a villain fight instead of racing home to wreck you. The drive back to your shared apartment was a blur of snarled traffic and his knuckles white on the steering wheel, his cock still half-hard and throbbing against his thigh from that goddamn video looping in his head on repeat. Every red light felt like torture. Every second without you under him was too fucking long.
He didn’t knock. He didn’t even bother with the elevator, took the stairs three at a time, explosions crackling at his heels for that extra burst of speed. The front door slammed open so hard the hinges groaned, and there you were.
Exactly how he’d left you in his mind, only better. Still naked, sprawled across the living room couch like you’d been touching yourself again while waiting, one leg hooked over the armrest, fingers lazily circling your swollen clit. Your eyes flew wide when you saw him, lips parting on a breathless little “Katsuki-” but that was all you got out.
He was on you in two strides.
Bakugo didn’t speak. He grabbed you by the thighs, yanked you up, and crushed his mouth to yours so hard your teeth clicked. His tongue shoved past your lips, devouring, claiming, tasting the faint sweetness of your own fingers from earlier. One big hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back so he could bite down the column of your throat, sucking a dark mark right over the spot you’d teased in the video.
“Fucking tease,” he growled against your skin, voice wrecked and low. “Sending me that shit in the middle of a meeting? You wanted my cock that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait five goddamn minutes?”
You whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders through the thick fabric of his hero suit. He didn’t give you time to answer. He spun you around, bent you over the back of the couch, and dropped to his knees behind you like a man starved. His palms, rough, calloused, still faintly warm from the explosions he’d used to get here—spread your ass wide open. The cool air hit your dripping pussy and you shivered, but then his mouth was on you and everything went white-hot.
He ate you like he was pissed at you. No gentle licks, no teasing. Just his tongue dragging flat and filthy from your clit all the way up to your tight little hole, sucking your folds into his mouth with wet, obscene sounds that echoed through the apartment. Two thick fingers shoved inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that made your knees buckle.
“Shit—Katsuki—!” Your voice cracked as he sucked your clit between his teeth, flicking it mercilessly while his fingers pumped deep and fast. Your juices coated his chin, dripped down his wrist, and he groaned into your pussy like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he snarled, pulling back just enough to spit on your cunt before diving back in. “Drip for me, baby. Gonna fuck you so full you’ll be leaking my cum for days.”
You were shaking already, thighs trembling, but he didn’t let you cum. The second your walls started fluttering around his fingers he pulled out, stood up, and shoved you down onto the couch on your back. His hero suit jacket hit the floor. Then the belt. Then his pants, kicked off with his boots still half-laced. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, flushed dark at the tip and already leaking pre-cum in a shiny bead that made your mouth water.
He didn’t give you a second to breathe.
Bakugo grabbed your ankles, pushed your knees to your chest, and lined himself up. The fat head of his cock nudged your entrance once, teasing, threatening before he snapped his hips forward and buried every inch inside you in one brutal thrust.
The stretch burned so good. You cried out, back arching clean off the cushions, nails raking down his arms as he bottomed out with a guttural groan. He was so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth, eyes locked on where your pussy stretched obscenely around his girth. “Still so fucking wet from that video? Greedy little slut. My greedy little slut.”
He didn’t ease in. He fucked you like he’d been holding back for hours, hard, deep, punishing strokes that made the couch creak and your tits bounce with every slam. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with your broken moans and his low, filthy growls. One of his hands pinned your thigh open wider, the other braced beside your head so he could watch your face twist in pleasure.
“Look at you,” he taunted, grinding his hips in slow, filthy circles just to feel you clench around him. “Taking my cock so pretty. Bet you were fingering this tight cunt the whole time I was gone, thinking about me splitting you open.”
You could only nod frantically, tears of overwhelming pleasure pricking at the corners of your eyes. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks shooting up your spine. His balls slapped heavy against your ass, and the faint scent of smoke and caramel, his nitroglycerin sweat, clung to his skin, making you dizzy.
Bakugo leaned down, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting before he licked into your mouth again. “Gonna ruin this pussy,” he promised against your tongue, picking up speed until the couch was rocking. “Gonna fuck you till you can’t even remember your own name. Then I’m flipping you over and doing it again. And again. Till you’re sobbing for my cum.”
He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, folding you in half so he could drive even deeper. The new angle made you scream, loud, shameless, the kind of sound that would’ve had the neighbors banging on the walls if you cared. His free hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, mean circles that matched the brutal rhythm of his cock.
Your walls fluttered hard around him. You were so close, right there on the razor’s edge, but he felt it. Of course he did. He slowed just enough to keep you dangling, hips rolling deep and lazy now, dragging his cock along every sensitive inch inside you.
“Not yet,” he growled, voice dark and commanding. “You don’t get to cum till I say. I’m not done with you, baby. Not even close.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whined at the loss, but he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, yanking your hips up so your ass was high and your chest pressed into the cushions. He slapped your ass once, sharp, stinging and then twice more on the other cheek just to watch the skin bloom pink under his palm.
Then he was back inside you, sinking in to the hilt in one smooth glide. This angle was even deeper. Meaner. His hand fisted in your hair, arching your back as he started pounding into you again, slow and hard and relentless.
“Gonna keep this pussy stuffed full all night,” he panted, voice rough with effort. Sweat glistened on his chest, dripped onto your back as he leaned over you. One arm wrapped around your waist, holding you exactly where he wanted you while his cock dragged in and out, thick and veiny and perfect. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am? This is what you asked for when you sent that fucking video.”
Your moans were muffled into the couch, body shaking with every thrust. He was everywhere, inside you, around you, owning every inch. His free hand reached around to pinch and roll your nipple, then slid down to rub your clit again, keeping you right on that agonizing edge.
Bakugo’s hips snapped harder, faster, the wet squelch of your pussy taking him echoing louder now. His balls drew up tight, cock twitching inside you, but he held back with sheer stubborn will, growling low in his throat.
“Yeah… just like that,” he rasped, grinding deep and staying there for a second, letting you feel every thick inch pulse against your walls. “Keep squeezing my cock like that. We’re not stopping. Not till I’ve fucked every last bit of that tease out of you.”
He started moving again, long, punishing strokes that had you gasping his name like a prayer, the couch creaking dangerously beneath you both, his body heat scorching against your back as he fucked you harder, deeper, meaner, with no end in sight.
Bakugo’s hips snapped forward again, burying his cock to the hilt in one savage thrust that punched the air out of your lungs. The couch creaked violently under the force, the fabric scraping against your tits as your chest stayed pinned down, ass arched high for him like an offering. His thick shaft stretched you open so perfectly, every vein and ridge dragging along your fluttering walls, and the wet, filthy squelch of your pussy swallowing him echoed louder than your broken moans.
“Fuck—yes, just like that,” he snarled, voice gravel-rough and dripping with that smug, feral edge. His fingers tightened in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to make your spine curve deeper, forcing you to take every brutal inch. “Squeezing me so goddamn tight, baby. This cunt’s mine. You hear me? Mine to wreck whenever I want.”
He didn’t let up. His pace stayed punishing, long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out, the fat head of his cock catching at your entrance for a split second, before slamming back in hard enough to make your ass ripple. Sweat slicked down his chest, dripping onto your back in hot little splashes that made your skin prickle. The arm wrapped around your waist held you exactly where he wanted you, fingers digging into your soft belly so he could feel the way his cock bulged inside you with every thrust.
You were a mess, thighs trembling, juices dripping down to soak the couch cushions, your clit throbbing under the relentless circles of his thumb. Every time you clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, he growled and rewarded you with a sharp snap of his hips that made stars burst behind your eyes. But he never let you tip over. The second your walls started fluttering harder, the second your moans pitched up into that desperate whine he knew so well, he slowed just enough, grinding deep and filthy, rolling his hips in slow circles that dragged his cockhead right against that spongy spot inside you without giving you the friction you needed to cum.
“Not yet,” he panted hot against the shell of your ear, biting down on the lobe hard enough to sting. “You don’t get to cum on my cock till I’ve had my fill. You teased me all fucking day with that video, now you’re gonna take everything I give you.”
He pulled out suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing, a pathetic whimper ripping from your throat. But before you could even beg, he flipped you onto your back on the couch like you weighed nothing, shoving your knees up to your shoulders in one smooth motion. The new angle folded you in half, your soaked pussy on full display, glistening and puffy from how hard he’d already fucked you. His cock—shiny with your cream, veins pulsing, slapped heavy against your clit once, twice, before he lined up and drove back inside with a single, punishing thrust.
“Shit—Katsuki—!” Your cry cracked as he bottomed out again, even deeper now, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every roll of his hips. He braced one hand on the back of the couch, the other pinning your thigh open wider, and started fucking you in earnest, hard, steady, relentless strokes that made your tits bounce and your breath hitch on every impact.
“Look at you,” he growled, scarlet eyes locked on where your bodies joined, watching his thick cock disappear into your tight heat over and over. “All spread open for me, dripping everywhere. Such a pretty little slut when you’re stuffed full.” His thumb found your clit again, rubbing faster now, mean little circles that had your back arching clean off the cushions. “Bet you’d let me fuck you right here in the living room every night if I wanted. Let the whole damn city hear you screaming my name.”
Your nails raked down his back, leaving red lines across the hard muscle, and he hissed in pleasure, hips stuttering for a second before he doubled down. The couch was soaked beneath you, the air thick with the scent of sex and his nitroglycerin sweat, caramel and smoke and pure Bakugo. He leaned down, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud. The dual sensation, his cock pounding deep and his mouth claiming your tit, had you sobbing his name, legs shaking around his shoulders.
He switched to the other nipple, biting down just enough to make you jolt, then soothed it with a slow, filthy lick. “Gonna mark you up so everyone at the agency knows exactly who you belong to,” he muttered against your skin, voice muffled. “Gonna leave bruises on these pretty tits and this perfect ass so you remember who fucked you stupid every time you move tomorrow.”
His thrusts grew even deeper, slower for a moment so he could grind against your clit with every roll of his hips, keeping you right there, teetering on the edge, body burning, pussy clenching desperately around his girth. Pre-cum leaked steadily from his tip inside you, mixing with your wetness and making every slide even wetter, even louder. His balls slapped heavy against your ass with every drive, tight and full, but he held himself back with that iron control, jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his blond spikes onto your chest.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, low and wrecked, eyes half-lidded as he watched your face twist in pleasure. “So hot and wet and tight, gonna keep this pussy full all night. Gonna fuck you till you’re crying, till you’re begging me to let you cum, and then I’m gonna flip you over and start all over again.”
He pulled your legs off his shoulders just long enough to hook them around his waist, then scooped you up off the couch entirely, cock still buried deep inside you. Your arms flew around his neck as he carried you across the room like it was nothing, every step jolting his cock deeper into you. He pressed your back against the living room wall, the cool surface a shock against your overheated skin, and started fucking you upright, hard, upward thrusts that had you bouncing on his cock, gravity driving him impossibly deeper.
“Hold on tight, baby,” he growled against your throat, teeth scraping over the fresh hickey he’d sucked there earlier. One hand gripped your ass, spreading you open so he could watch himself disappear inside you with every brutal snap of his hips. The other braced against the wall beside your head, muscles flexing as he used the leverage to pound into you even harder. “That’s it, take it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy girl you are.”
Your head thunked back against the wall, moans spilling out nonstop now, broken and needy. His cock dragged perfectly along every sensitive spot inside you, the angle hitting that spot over and over until your vision blurred. His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing in tight, relentless circles, pushing you right back to the brink again, closer, hotter, more desperate than before. But he felt it. He always felt it. He slowed his thrusts to deep, grinding rolls, keeping you stuffed full and throbbing but refusing to let you tip over.
“Not done yet,” he rasped, voice dark and commanding, lips brushing yours in a messy, possessive kiss. “We’re just getting started. I’m gonna fuck you against this wall till your legs give out, then I’m carrying you to the bedroom and bending you over the bed. Gonna keep this cunt dripping and full until you can’t even think straight.”
He started moving again, long, powerful strokes that had the wall rattling behind you, his cock slamming home with wet, obscene sounds while his thumb never stopped teasing your swollen clit. Your bodies were slick with sweat, pressed so tight together you could feel his heart hammering against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear as he kept fucking you deeper, harder, meaner, with no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Bakugo’s hips slammed into you with a wet, punishing slap, driving his cock so deep against the living room wall that your back arched hard enough to lift you off your feet for a split second. Your legs were locked tight around his waist, ankles digging into the small of his back, but it wasn’t enough—he needed more. Always more. One massive hand gripped your ass cheek hard enough to bruise, spreading you wider as he fucked up into you with short, brutal thrusts that had the wall rattling behind your shoulders.
“Fuck—Katsuki—please—” Your voice was shredded, raw from how long he’d kept you dangling on that edge. Your pussy was a sloppy, fluttering mess around his thick cock, cream coating his shaft and dripping down to soak his balls with every savage plunge.
He snarled against your throat, teeth sinking into the soft skin right below your ear as he ground his pelvis against your swollen clit. “Beg louder, baby. I wanna hear how bad you need it after teasing me all goddamn day.”
Your nails clawed at his shoulders, leaving fresh red lines down the hard muscle. “I need it—need you to cum inside me—please, I’m so close—”
That did it.
Bakugo’s control finally snapped. He shifted his grip, both hands locking under your thighs to hold you open like a toy, and started fucking you in earnest, deep, relentless strokes that punched the breath out of you. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with your broken cries and his low, animalistic growls. His cock dragged perfectly along that spongy spot inside you with every thrust, the fat head kissing your cervix over and over while his thumb found your clit again and rubbed tight, merciless circles.
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like a good little slut?” he panted, voice wrecked and filthy. Sweat dripped from his spiked hair onto your tits, rolling down your stomach as he pounded you harder. “Squeeze me—fuck—milk it out of me. I’m gonna fill this pussy so full you’ll be leaking for hours.”
Your walls clamped down hard around him, fluttering wildly as the pressure finally crested. The orgasm hit you like an explosion, white-hot, shattering, ripping through your body so violently your vision whited out. You screamed his name, thighs shaking uncontrollably around his waist, pussy gushing around his cock as you came harder than you ever had.
Bakugo cursed loud and raw, hips stuttering once, twice, then he buried himself to the hilt and let go. His cock throbbed violently inside you, thick ropes of hot cum pulsing deep against your cervix as he came with a guttural groan that vibrated against your neck. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deep, grinding every last drop into you while your walls milked him dry, drawing out both your orgasms until you were trembling and gasping in his arms.
“Shit… that’s it… take every fucking drop,” he growled, voice hoarse, forehead pressed to yours as the last weak spurts of his cum filled you. Your combined mess dripped down your thighs, slick and warm, but he didn’t pull out. Not yet. He stayed buried deep, rocking gently, letting you feel him soften just a little inside your fluttering heat while he kissed you slow and messy, tongues sliding lazy and spent.
You stayed like that for long minutes, pressed to the wall, his cock still nestled inside you, both of you breathing hard and slick with sweat. Eventually he carried you to the bedroom without pulling out, every step making his softening dick shift inside your sensitive pussy and draw little whimpers from your lips. He laid you down on the bed, finally sliding free with a wet pop, and collapsed beside you, one heavy arm dragging you against his chest.
But even then, he wasn’t done. His fingers slipped between your legs, pushing his cum back inside you with lazy strokes while he kissed the fresh bite marks blooming across your neck.
“Round two in five minutes,” he muttered against your skin, voice already darkening again. “Then three. Then four. You’re not sleeping tonight, baby.”
You woke up the next morning to sunlight spilling across the sheets and the heavy, familiar weight of Bakugo’s arm draped over your waist.
He was already awake, propped up on one elbow, scarlet eyes half-lidded and watching you with that lazy, satisfied smirk that always made your stomach flip. His blond hair was even more of a disaster than usual, sticking up in every direction, and the sheet had slipped low on his hips, showing off the deep scratches you’d left down his chest and abs last night.
You tried to sit up, big mistake.
Your legs felt like jelly. Actually, worse than jelly. Every muscle from your thighs to your core ached in the best, most filthy way possible, and when you swung your feet to the floor and stood, your knees buckled for a second. You caught yourself on the nightstand, wobbling like a newborn deer as you reached for the glass of water you’d meant to bring him.
Bakugo’s low, rumbling laugh filled the room, deep, smug, and way too pleased with himself.
“The fuck are you laughing at?” you grumbled, shooting him a glare over your shoulder. But even that came out breathy and weak.
He didn’t even try to hide it. His smirk widened into a full grin, sharp and feral, as he watched you shuffle across the bedroom in nothing but his oversized black tank top. The hem barely reached mid-thigh, and every shaky step made it ride up, flashing the dark purple bruises he’d sucked into your hips. Your neck was a complete wreck, covered in overlapping bite marks and hickeys that ranged from deep red to angry purple, trailing all the way down to your collarbones like a goddamn map of where his mouth had been.
You looked thoroughly, gloriously ruined.
And he was loving every second of it.
“Careful, princess,” he drawled, voice still rough from sleep and everything you’d done last night. He folded one arm behind his head, the other resting on his abs as he openly stared. “Those legs look like they’re about to give out. Maybe I went too easy on you.”
You stopped halfway to the bed, glass of water trembling slightly in your hand, and turned to give him the most unimpressed stare you could muster. “Easy? You fucked me against the wall, on the couch, bent over the bed, and then made me ride you till I cried. I can still feel you leaking out of me, Katsuki.”
His eyes darkened instantly at the words, that smug grin turning hungry again as he let his gaze drag slow and deliberate down your body, lingering on the way his tank top clung to your tits, the fresh marks on your neck, the way your thighs pressed together like you were trying to keep his cum right where it belonged.
He laughed again, softer this time, but no less arrogant.
“Yeah? Good. Means you’ll remember exactly who owns that pussy every time you try to walk today.” He patted the bed beside him, eyes gleaming. “Now bring me that water before you fall on your ass. And when you get back here… lose the shirt. We’re not done yet.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, but the heat already curling low in your belly told you exactly how this morning was going to go.
Still, you wobbled back to the bed, handed him the glass, and gave him one last defiant little stare, just to make him laugh again.
Because you both knew you’d be losing the shirt in about ten seconds flat.
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