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ryushiho · 3 years

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rapture

requested by ann!

pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

contains: smut, praise kink, size kink, breeding kink, mating press (ooh) aftercare at the end!

w.c: 1.3k

a.n: head empty, its 2:30am here rn lul

Eyes screwed shut in pain, you trembled above Bakugo’s cock, squeezing his biceps for balance.

“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well,” he grunted, reaching behind him to grip the headboards.

His cock twitched as he dragged his eyes over your trembling body, your thighs quivering as they straddled his hips. The head of his cock finally popped inside your unyielding walls, slick drooling from your cunt as it desperately clung to his girth.

“It hurts, Bakugo,” you whispered, tears rimming your eyes.

He choked back a groan, the bed rumbling as explosions assaulted the poor wooden board. Fuck, this was bad; he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back. Something about watching you struggle to take his cock degraded him into his base instincts, stripping all his sanity and reason away. (He didn’t have much to begin with, anyways.)

Fuck her. Breed that fertile cunt. Fill her with your seed. Spray that cunny white. Breed her. Breed—

He shook his head, the wooden headboard crumbling underneath his tightening grip. “Baby, can you take more?” he strained out.

Biting your lips, you nodded.

Groaning, he slowly angled his hips up, pushing deeper into your cunt.

“Ah–stop, stop,” the pained whimper tore from your lips as you shuddered, curling into his chest.

“Shh, baby,” he crooned, kissing your neck with soft butterfly kisses. When he was sure his hands had cooled down, he pushed his fingers into your swollen lips. “Suck them for me.”

You obliged, running your tongue down the grooves of his skin.

With a wet smack, he pulled the slender digits from your lips and sunk them into your cunt, finding your hardened clit with ease.

“That cunny’s so wet for me,” he hissed, stroking tight circles into the pulsing bud. “Fuck, if you weren’t strangling my cock right now, I’d be eating that cunt until you were screamin’ up the cops.” He pinched your clit, earning him a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Please,” you moaned, shivering wildly, “it feels so good…”

“Shall I make you cum on my cock? Huh?” he grunted, speeding up his fingers. “Barely an inch in and already creamin’. Such a pretty cunny, so good for me,” his cock jumped when he felt you lock up, hovering over that edge of ecstasy.

With a snarl, he lurched forward to clamp his teeth into your neck.

Your gummy walls choked his cock in a vicious frenzy as you cried out in pleasure, slick dribbling from your entrance and pooling around his cock. Pleasure racked up and down your body in violent spasms, eyes rolling back and back arching in his grasp.

Bakugo hissed, the aching pleasure of your pulsing flesh almost too much for him to handle. He needed to feel more, he needed to feel his cock cramped inside your sopping cunny, needed to feel the hard kiss of your cervix against his head. “Baby, I can’t hold back, ‘m sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry—”

He jerked his hips, sheathing himself all the way inside your cunt. Ash clouded up behind him as steady streams of sparks crackled from his palms, tendons straining in his neck as he fought to keep himself still.

Twitching in pain and pleasure, you focused your gaze back on his pained expression. “Bakugo, I feel so full,” you hiccuped, tears streaming down your cheeks. “It feels so good.”

He captured your lips with a gentle kiss, desperately holding on to the last strings of his sanity. “Baby, I’m–I don’t have,” he scowled, trying to find his words, trying to tell you he was about to lose it. “Don’t, baby–”

“Want you to fill me with your cum,” you groaned out, already half lost in the pleasure.

Fuck.

Heat prickled your skin as Bakugo gripped your hips and jackhammered his cock inside your tight cunt, each brutal thrust bruising the slick walls. He was so fucking big, so fucking thick; the veined shaft grinded into all the right places, short-circuiting your nerves with rapture.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you keened, clawing at his chest, “f-feels so good! Oh god, Bakugo, I–”

Your words shriveled inside your mouth as you finally caught sight of his eyes. The piercing intellect of those red irises had blunted away completely, his gaze unfocused and hazy. “Bakugo…?” you breathed out, flinching when a snarling grin twisted his features.

“Gonna breed that cunt,” he panted as he bounced you up and down his cock, “gonna fuck a baby into that womb, gonna make you mine.” He pushed you over into a mating press, pressing your thighs into your shoulders.

You cried out as each thrust slammed into your cervix, the thick head managing to press into your g-spot at the same time. It was too much, too fucking much—the tension inside your core was almost painful, muscles aching from the drawn-out strain.

His grunts and pants tickled the shell of your ear. Bakugo crouched over your folded body, hips pounding your back into the creaking mattress. “Fill that pretty cunny with my seed,” Bakugo growled, each thrust angled to mash his head against the tight entrance to your womb.

And when the seal of tension broke, the convulsions of ecstasy had you screaming in bliss. Again and again did the whirls of euphoria drool through your bloodstream, sucking out all conscious thought from your perception.

Pleasure was a drug that had you devolving into nothing but a bundle of nerves, nothing but the continuous throbs of your cunt, milking his cock for all its worth.

It feels so good.

When you finally came down from your high, the first thing you noticed was the pool of semen leaking from your folds and soaking the mattress. A particularly hard thrust then jerked your attention back to your lover, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead and drool tracking down his chin.

You swallowed, trembling as his cock ground against your g-spot over and over again. How many times had he come already? Two, three times? Frankly, you’d lost track of time after floating through that dizzying orgasm.

“Gonna… gonna breed you,” he shuddered, the words already becoming a mantra, “need to fill you more.”

“Bakugo,” you shivered, “you’re going to o-overstim me. T-too sensitive,” a high keen erupted from your throat as you felt the familiar tension return.

No, you couldn’t come again, it was going to be too much, too fucking much. “Please, please, please, no–fuck!”

Full-body spasms shook you from your core, your vision glitching with crackles of blue and white. You were going to pass out. High-pitched ringing pounded your ears as static-filled darkness covered you, drowning everything out until all you could feel was pleasure.

“... baby… baby please… hey, hey!” A ringing slap shook you from your stupor.

“You okay?” relief flooded his features as he collapsed beside you, his hands quivering as he stroked your cheeks. “God, you scared me for a moment.”

You sighed out a breathy laugh, curling into his warm chest. “You did too, ya prick,” you grimaced playfully, feeling up your sopping cunt. “How many loads did you shoot in there? Three, four?”

“Four,” he admitted, the beginnings of a frown forming at the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry,” he pulled you into his embrace. “I lost it for a while back there. Fuck, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Shh,” you cooed, rubbing his back. “You would never hurt me, Bakugo.”

He grunted. With a heavy sigh, he rested his chin against your head, his hands rubbing your stomach. “Sorry, it’s just–god, it’s so fucking stupid,” he sighed. “I just… fuck, I just want…” he trailed off with a huff, his eyes fluttering shut. Shitty instincts, he cursed internally.

You hummed softly, kissing his collarbone. “I understand, baby. We have time to think about it,” you clasped the hand on your stomach. “We’ll figure it out, love.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, tossing a hand over your shoulders. “Together, baby. We’ll do it together.”

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