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Bakugo walked into the office like he had nothing to lose. The girl in the chair acknowledged him with a simple wave of her fingers in his general direction but otherwise kept her attention on the phone in her hand and whatever was on her computer screens. From the corner of her eye she could make out Bakugo in his pajamas, a long black shirt with matching boxers and for a moment she questioned if she had really worked into the night again without realizing it. Because her attention was elsewhere she couldn’t see Bakugo's hard-on straining against his pants. The nights of going to bed alone, in place of some phone call ended tonight.
Y/n paid no mind to Bakugo as he strides across the room, readying herself for her turn to speak.
“Look, it's not that hard.” Her authoritative tone sent a shiver down Bakugo's spine even when it wasn’t directed at him. The informalities were dropped meaning Y/n was getting annoyed with whoever was on the other end but that in no way meant she was less likely to get what she wanted. Unfortunately, for her, that was Bakugo's plan too. “I have the only product in town and you’re desperate for it. We can haggle about price all night but at the end of it all your-“ a loud shattering finally got Y/n to look up on reflex. Bakugo stood by the shelves arm resting on one of them casually to make it known that the glass shattered by his feet was purposely his doing. The way Y/n’s shock turned into a heated glare made Bakugo's blood run cold in the only way she could. Her jaw clenched tightly trying to keep herself composed and remember what she was saying, continuing with drawn away attention before Bakugo could even mouth the words of what he wanted. Speaking them aloud was strictly out of the question. Distracting her with noise was one thing but if he talked and the person on the other side heard him it would breach the confidentiality he knew she promised with all her clients and she would surely lose the deal no matter how good she was. It would be the difference between getting the girl a little riled up and down right furious at him to the point she wouldn’t talk for days. Her deals were usually big, important, and not to be messed with. Yet there he was tempting fate for the aching between his legs.
Bakugo breathed heavily out his nose at being ignored. Even though he knew full well interfering with Y/n’s work was a bad idea he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He wanted to be the only thing Y/n was focused on right now. His eyes scanned the room for something else he could break but before he could find anything Y/n hand raised, hovering out to him like it dangled a puppet below it.
Her thumb and pinky moved down in opposite steps. As she did Bakugo’s legs moved on their own towards her giving little resistance against the invisible tethers.
Once he was at her side, without a glance his way, Y/n’s two fingers curled in and Bakugo’s leg buckled sending him to his knees. He was left to watch the computer screens filled with numbers and names until Y/n found an appropriate pause in her dialogue to spin her chair toward the kneeling boy. She patted her slightly outstretched thigh and he complied. Standing up, Bakugo went to straddle her lap but she shook her finger tapping her thigh again. Grinding his teeth he looked down at his offered seat knowing how hard it was going to be to resist rutting against it. The hesitation was ripped away seeing Y/n start to turn back in. Wishing he didn’t drop down on the way he did, Bakugo bit back the sound that attempted to crawl up his throat.
Y/n’s hand floated back up, fingers curling again to give Bakugo no choice but to put his full weight on where their skin was touching. A pleasurable pain racked through his body, burying his head in her neck to stop from making a mistake. Looking down, he felt even more lust build in his core. He had no idea when Y/n had started working without pants on but seeing the silk fabric of her panties somehow made his boxers tighter than they already were.
Bakugo almost found peace just getting to touch the girl until she brushed her lips against his ear whispering, “You’re in trouble. Don’t make a fucking sound!” Even through a whisper she was still able to get her message across loud and clear. He’d have a hard time following a command such as that seeing as he was a loudmouth most of the time but she also knew he was the strongest person she had ever met and he could do it if he put his mind to it.
She didn’t move immediately giving Bakugo time to adjust before her leg bounced up experimentally. Bakugo's hand tightened on her shoulders but he managed to not make a sound. There was no longer an adjustment period as Y/n leg started moving continuously no longer in a bounce fashion but a rubbing one back and forth as she rolled her ankle. Her fingers gripped Bakugo's hip in place making it even more agonizing as she got to choose the pace. The teeth trapping his lips together could have drawn blood if he wasn’t careful.
Soon enough it was Y/n's turn to talk again and she picked up the pace knowing that if any noise did slip free it was likely her own voice would cover it. Bakugo's legs began to hurt but his stubbornness refused to drop them until Y/n said otherwise. His boxers started to stick to the tip of his cock pulling off with every thrust only adding to the sweet build up of heat in his lower stomach.
It felt like months Bakugo had been waiting for this moment, though in actuality it had only been a week or two. Y/n had been working constantly because of some new shipment she’d got in. Even when she got a free moment and Bakugo practically threw himself at her he would always say something to screw it up. Then because she had been so tired, she would just tell Bakugo to go to bed instead of pinning him down for what he said. It had been driving him crazy and he was pent up to say the least. It used to be they didn’t go a night without getting each other off in some type of way and now they were going weeks? No, not on Bakugo's watch. He didn’t care what it took or what command she gave him, tonight he was getting his old girlfriend back.
Being mentally through with the conversation over twenty minutes ago, Y/n rolled her eyes and pushed a finger to her temple as the men on the other end continued to argue with each other about what they were willing to pay. She carted her hand through blonde locks gripping the ends tightly while stopping all movement. At least now she had her plaything there to entertain her, she thought to herself. Pulling his head back far enough that his Adam’s apple bulged out, she looked into the eyes that were already starting to glaze over with want. She could see he tried not to let out a whine at the loss both from the command and his pride.
There was a desperate urge to kiss the blonde but there was no guarantee she’d be able to stop herself from dropping the phone and finishing what she started. As much as she hated the guys on the other end, she wanted their money. Reasoning with herself, she imagined taking Bakugo away on a nice vacation. No work or business talk for either of them just white Sandy beaches and finding all the different places and positions they could fuck each other’s brains out.
Patting her other thigh and with a helpful hint of lifting his hips, Bakugo kelt with one leg next to each of the girl's thighs. He sent her a questioning look to ask if that’s what she wanted and when she nodded once he settled himself, his erection pressing hard against Y/n's stomach.
There was no time wasted for Y/n to shove her hand down the back of Bakugo’s boxers, kneading his ass. The girl's fingers were surprisingly strong as she didn’t hold back. Even though it felt like she was going to bruise him, Bakugo still found himself pushing back harder against her hands. A silent plea for what they both knew he wanted.
Her dominant hand slipped out from under the waistband coming back into view. Her thumb traced Bakugo's lips almost lovingly before it hit the center of his bottom lip and shoved it away pressing down on his tongue. Bakugo fought his gag reflex breathing through his nose and glaring at the girl’s juxtaposition. Still, he curled his lips around the digit and began to suck with a seductive face. Only the girl’s attention didn’t last long.
“Listen, you can threaten me all you want, I find it cute, but the moment you say something that really pisses me off is the moment you lose everything.” Though the men couldn’t see it, the smirk Y/n wore could be clearly heard in her voice. Y/n had been doing this a long time, she had just as much if not more power than most others in her industry, and she was not about to be intimidated.
Bakugo didn’t know what was hotter Y/n's business voice, her fearlessness, or the fact that the guys on the other end had no idea what they were doing… what he was doing. Nevertheless, it was overshadowed by the fact that he had Y/n's attention stolen away again.
Listening for a pause in her words, Bakugo clamped his jaw shut, getting the finger wrenched out of his mouth. He smirked up at her as she hissed, examining the teeth marks he had left behind. He thought he was prepared for whatever she would do to retaliate, but when a wicked smile spread over her face instead of the scowl he was expecting his courage wavered.
Y/n pinched the sides of his jaw with one hand squeezing tightly like a person trying to force a dog to open its mouth before two fingers replaced the thumb bathing themselves in his saliva. Bakugo tried to smother the cough he had no choice but to expel from himself.
Y/n let out a sigh, he didn’t know if it was directed at him or the person on the other line but he was the one to get punished for it either way so it didn’t really matter.
The clean hand held the waistband up like holding the door for the guest of honor while the other made it home inside. Bakugo spread his legs as wide as he could, sticking his ass out so Y/n had full access for whatever she wanted. Anticipating was clouding his normal preconceived notion that he would never admit to liking this. Though how can he really deny it when they’ve done it multiple times and each one ended with a mind-numbingly amazing orgasm. Even if it wasn’t spoken, the action made his neediness known.
The slightest brush of her covered finger against his entrance made him thankful he didn’t have to worry about his legs giving out. Y/n continued to tease the idea of going in until Bakugo grabbed the front of her shirt.
It wasn’t a threat it was a plea as he mouthed the word Y/n love to hear him say ‘please.’
Taking pity on the boy and wanting more to focus on that then words turn incessant ringing in her ear, Y/n put more pressure behind her finger pushing in slowly up to her first knuckle of her pointer finger. Bakugo's body stiffened at the initial intrusion, head falling to press his check to Y/n’s chest.
The softness of his walls and how easily he was taking her in told her he must have prepared himself before coming in, meaning he planned out what was going to happen. It also meant he could take her next move which was to shove the rest of her finger in without warning. Bakugo choked on his moan pawing at Y/n’s shirt. She set a lazy pace pumping her finger in and out of the boy on her lap but it was enough for Bakugo's breathing to become heavy.
Another finger slipped in next to the first and began scissoring him open. Bakugo keened at the sensation, reflexively thrusting back on her fingers trying to make them hit his good spot. Y/n knew exactly where it was and was purposely ignoring it. Partially to drive Bakugo mad but she also knew that there was no way he would be able to keep quiet if she hit it. Hitting that spot was like Bakugo's own self-destruct button. Any walls of pride or resilience broke down till he was a mess of want and desire.
Still, the faster Bakugo moved his hips the harder it was to keep avoiding until he finally dropped himself down hitting it head on. Y/n assumptions were corrected. Even as Bakugo bit down on his knuckle the moan still escaped past his lips. The utter horror on Bakugo's face after realizing what he’d done directly into the phone almost made Y/n forgive him for breaking her rule.
As soon as the voices on the other end asked what that sound was, the tone of their voices making it clear they had heard it perfectly to know exactly what it was made Y/n decide she had wasted enough of her time on this deal and she could at least get something out of it for Bakugo… even if that something was triggering his exhibitionist kink.
“Oh, this?” Y/n pulled Bakugo's hand from his mouth so it couldn’t muffle the sound before ramming her fingers into Bakugo's prostate harder, getting him to moan even louder. “I got bored of listening to your guys bullshit a while ago so now I got my princess on my lap” Bakugo shivered at the nickname, cock jumping in excitement. “Begging to be fucked with my finger buried deep inside them. So unless you want to give me my money or stick around to listen to someone get railed until they pass out, something your small dicks could never hope accomplished, I suggest you stop wasting my time and fuck off!” With that Y/n hung up the phone tossing it onto her desk with a clatter.
Bakugo swallowed hard both from her words and the dark eyes that were now fully on him.
“You really wanted to piss me off” Y/n breathed out a growl, yanking Bakugo's smirking head back as he wiggled his hips.
“What are you going to do about it, Dumbass?”
Y/n grinned tilting her head to the side. Without warning, she shoved her fingers back into him pushing the air from his lungs.
“Fuck.” The boy breathed out. Hot breath ghosting across Y/n’s neck.
“You want to call me that again?” Y/n questioned with a warning look in her eye.
A look of challenge was returned, “Dumbass!” he said again through gritted teeth preparing himself for the impact.
Y/n waited a second just long enough for Bakugo to start questioning if she was really going to do it before driving three fingers back in and leaving them there. The sudden stretch burned his inside causing him to hiss. It was hard to keep his legs steady feeling her prod around inside of him.
“Don’t be dramatic. I know you love when it hurts. You’re practically sucking me in. Maybe today's the day I get my whole fist inside you.”
“Fuck...Off!” Bakugo growled trying to keep his breathing steady, but secretly integrated by the thought.
“You’re right you’re probably not strong enough to take it anyway.” Y/n sighed, sliding her hand under Bakugo’s shirt to walk her fingers up his abs before groping his chest.
“Who the fuck are you calling weak?” Bakugo yelled, raising himself off Y/n’s fingers before dropping himself down trying to hold back his whimper by biting his lips together.
Sinking her nails where they lied, Y/n scratched the boy's front, sure bright red marks were being left behind. If droplets of blood began to soak the inside of Bakugo’s shirt she wouldn’t be surprised. The pained face the boy made her just want to do it again. After reaching the bottom the hem of the shirt released its capture to have it go up to and grab the boy's jaw forcing him to look at her.
“You’re two seconds away from being muzzled.” Y/n threatened.
Bakugo let out a growl not doing anything to deter Y/n from honoring her threat before backing down from his defensive pose, remembering the last time Y/n forced him into the cage.
“Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.” Y/n twisted her wrist so her fingers curved up inside Bakugo, applying pressure once she felt the familiar lump under the pads. Rutting forward Bakugo shivered at the small friction his cock got. “Really? That desperate already? Bend over the desk.”
Once she had enough space to move without the additional weight weighing her down, Y/n swiped her arm over the corner of her desk leaving Bakugo with just enough room to press his chest to the smooth oak. Knowing there weren’t any important documents or items falling to the floor, Y/n didn’t hesitate to grab the back of the boy’s neck, squishing his cheek down farther. Bakugo coughed out a pain-filled grunt at the rough action, but settled into the girl’s touch the best he could.
“Look at my good boy,” Y/n teased, rubbing her free hand up and down Bakugo’s backside with a few firm squeezes. “Presenting yourself so nicely for me.”
A sharp slap caused Bakugo to rock forward with the impact, a small hiss falling from his lips at the lingering sting. The praise, however, made the sting extend a warm tingling sensation through his veins. Bakugo opened his mouth to retort but another slap snapped his jaw shut.
“You’re the one whose- argh~” another hit choked him with a moan but he was determined to finish his sentence “been working every night! You owe me!”
The raised arm never struck this time. Instead, Y/n’s eyes went wide, taking a step back. She took a moment to process what he had just said. At first, she was taken back like she had been letting him down then she got angry raising her lip up in a growl knowing that everything she was working towards was for the both of them.
“Oh, I owe you?” Grabbing Bakugo’s shoulder she carelessly flipped him onto his back. Her hand flew to his throat squeezing lightly. “I own you?!” As her voice raised, so did Bakugo’s eyebrows, surprised at her reaction to his words. “What I owe you is a string of unforgiving punishments for being such a little brat! Breaking my vase, calling me names, and especially moaning into the phone like the attention whore you are.” Y/n’s hand came down again, slapping Bakugo's thigh so hard it began to redden immediately. The boy jumped, his hand trying to cover up the pain to stop the burn but Y/n quickly grabbed his wrist pinning it by his side. “Oh shut up you little pain slut I know you love it. You think I don’t see your cock twitching every time I strike you?”
“That’s not true.” Of course, he knew it was. There had been many times when Y/n had gotten him off from just a spanking or on the rare occasions when he was really bad, Y/n would string him up and whip him yielding the same result. It’s kind of hard denying a kink when you’re bruised from head to toe and covered in your own cum
“No? Oh Katsuki, you have to start being more honest with yourself.”
Making sure he was watching her, not really needing to since he always watched her every move, she leaned down to open the bottom drawer. Bakugo knew what was in there, they both had picked a few items that they wanted to be hidden since Bakugo liked to visit so often. He had a feeling most of his favorite toys weren’t going to be used today though.
However, no matter the office or the bedroom, if the two were about to engage in a full scene the first item to be taken out was always the same.
Y/n dangled the black collar between her fingers waving it in front of Bakugo’s face. Sitting up to be on the edge of the desk he waited eagerly for its arrival around his throat. Taking both ends in each of her hands, Y/n put the line of material behind Bakugo's neck. Pulling him forward till their faces were just inches apart, Y/n snapped the collar shut. Having the collar on again felt like home. It was not only a symbol of his obedience but also of bonded trust with one another.
After playing with the B charm that dangled off the collar, Y/n slipped her index finger through the d ring next to it giving it an experimental tug.
With Y/n hold Bakugo had no choice but to keep his neck craned up.
“Are you sure you’re ready for what I have in store for you?” A seductive voice whispered into Bakugou’s ear.
With a growl, Bakugo responded, “Try me, Dumbass!”
With a growl of her own, Y/n slammed Bakugo back down on the desk before taking her supplies out but keeping him out of his view. As the anticipation built, so did his desire to have whatever it was used on him. Bakugo was not one to be kept in the dark about anything.
The first one was heard before it was seen. A jingle of chains that could have been a variety of things if they were in the bedroom, but in the office, it could only be one. Y/n chuckle seeing that just the sight of the nipple clamps got Bakugo’s to breathe a bit heavier.
Though she had every intent on using them, she first wanted to get them nice and sensitive so they would be even more effective. Her torment to his nipples started with her twisting them, rolling them between her fingers, and pulling them till they stood tall. Bakugo squirmed beneath her, refusing to give the girl the early victory of his voice coming out. Next, came the bitting. A sharp pain sure to leave marks behind followed by a soft tongue lapping around it. The juxtaposition started to drive Bakugo mad. His hips refused to stay still even when Y/n tried to pin them down. The chain was cold as it traveled up his middle section. With one last strong squeeze, Y/n hooked on the clamps making Bakugo let out a strong groan.
“Ah, bitch” Bakugo cussed out more from reflex than it was actually aimed at the girl, but it didn’t matter to Y/n she still slapped the boy hard across the face.
“What did you just call me?!” Y/n yanked the boy’s collar to make sure he saw the rage in her eyes.
There was something so satisfying in watching such a strong, confident hero coward back from your simple glare. It was a rush like any other that filled her own version of desire. With the other hand, Y/n squeezed the boy's cheeks till his lips were pursed.
“I’m going to make you scream out who the real bitch is here,” Y/n warned, releasing his face and the collar at the same time with a shove.
With all the practices she had, it didn’t take long for Y/n to fully strip Bakugo of his clothes, binding his hands behind him with the extra length being run between his legs and tied to his balls. A pleasure knot was also made to rest right against his asshole rubbing at his rim but never entering him. Not once did Bakugo struggle knowing that if he did the only thing he would accomplish would be getting more rope added on to stop his squirming completely. That was the worst punishment he could think of at the moment. Not being able to move at all while being toyed with was like a total wave of pleasure that never gave you a single moment to come up for air.
Laying the boy on his back, Y/n admired her handy work feeling especially happy when the boy checked the tightness by pulling his arms up and gagged feeling the tug on his balls as well.
“Ready to submit yet?” Y/n asked, playing with the chain attached to the nipple clamps.
Bakugo swallowed hard, wetting his dry mouth so his voice wouldn’t come out choppy. “Not even close.”
The crimson eyes that bored into her were nothing more than a smokescreen hiding his dwindling stubbornness.
Shuffling nonchalantly, “Alrighty then I guess you don’t need lube then right?”
Activating her quirk again, Bakugo’s legs separated as far as they could, reflecting how Y/n stretched her pinky and thumb far away from each other. Moving the pleasure knot to the side, Y/n rubbed at his pink hole.
“You know who would probably love to see you like this? You’re friends. You guys are all still in the same group chat right?” Y/n maneuvered back to Bakugo’s pants pulling his phone from his back pocket and holding it up with the camera turned to Bakugo. “Wait till they see how fucking slutty you are. Not like they don’t know already.” She quickly breathed in a sudden gasp of fake realization. “Do you think Kirishima will use it to jerk off to tonight?”
“D-don’t” His plea was so pitiful watching the girl circle around him snapping pictures. It was made even worse by the images he conjured up of what Kirishima would do with the pictures, making him even harder.
“You're right. He would probably like action shots a lot better. A video of you riding my cock crying and drooling because you feel so good. In fact,” Y/n shook her finger, coming up with a new idea before grabbing an item from her bag. Bakugo gasped with how fast her hand sprang out to tug his chin forward while she leaned in front of him. “Let’s make sure we can see the proof of those pretty little tears you’ll shed for me. Hold still.”
Bakugo became frozen not wanting to get poked in the eye as Y/n applied the eyeliner. He wanted to refuse but knew it would all be in vain. Plus it was one of the least concerning things he was about to go through.
“Perfect!” Y/n smiled at her handy work, hand sliding down between Katsuki’s legs. Punctuating her exclamation, another forceful slap came raining down on Katsuki’s backside sending him jutting forward against the pillow.
“Fuc- why does it feel so good when you do that?” Bakugo muffled into the pillow, mainly asking himself, but Y/n still caught it. “No, no, no- arg~” seeing the smirk break apart Y/n’s face he knew she was gearing up for more, cutting his chanting off with another harsh slap that resulted in a broken moan.
The next couple of hits fluctuated in power and harshness. Her hand sometimes lingering to soothe the pain while other times they just struck again harder. The constant switch between care and pain driving Bakugo mad.
His moans started converting into whimpers the more his ass took on a darker shade of red. Her handprints made a pattern of where they were plastered on their victim.
“P-please. Please, I can’t take it anymore.” Bakugo drooled out.
His hard cock hung between his legs dripping precome onto the floor. The tight knot in his stomach told him that it would soon break if she kept up her brutal assault.
“Aw, big bad Dynamight can’t take a few hits. Is this why you come home from work hard all the time? Fucking slut even gets turned on when the bad guys rough him up a little bit.” Y/n asked with a fake pout. “Tell me, have you ever gotten caught having such a hard-on for a villain? Did you let them touch you? I bet they slide their hand all over you. Got so close you could feel their hot breath on your neck.” As she talked she acted out her words making the hairs on the back of Bakugo’s neck stand up. “And then I bet they got to caress your body in your nice tight hero uniform until you were begging them to grip where you needed it most.”
Bakugo let out a silent cough as Y/n wrapped her hand around his girth tugging just enough to cause a pleasurable pain. He was forced to bite his tongue. Partially because he knew if he denied it Y/n would just keep teasing until she could prove herself right, but also because his brain was slowly turning to mush and he knew silence would get him there quicker.
“Please.” He finally spoke after she began to ignore him for a response, “Please, just fuck me already.” He raised his hips up higher off the ground hoping the girl would take pity on him and his swollen cock.
Bakugo’s thighs tensed, feeling the knot being moved away from his hole, and Y/n strong hands grip his hips. The hot liquid dripping down between his cheeks and onto his rim was the only warning he was given of what was to come next.
Y/n’s index finger brushed over Bakugo’s hole pushing just the tip in. Knowing Bakugo liked a bit of pain, he shoved it in all at once causing the hero’s back to arch slightly. His arm started to retreat back. Just when Bakugo thought the tip was going to make its way out, Y/n shoved it right back in causing a beautiful sound to leave the boy’s lips. The unexpected intrusion made his body try to pull away, but he also found himself hoping Y/n keep doing it.
The girl was never the predictable type though. This time when pulling her finger all that way out she replaced it with two. Bakugo had already been stretched prior, but the force she used still caused a bit of a burn. The digits prodded at the walls, scissoring open and shut to stretch him out before a third joined in. As Y/n pumped her fingers in and out of the boy, she purposely continued to barely brush over his prostate again and again. Though Bakugo wanted it rammed into, Y/n’s fingers were merely giving it butterfly kisses. The blond squirmed against her touch. The feeling caused his head to fall forward with lidded eyes.
“Ah~ Fuck. Teddy Bear, hit it please.” Bakugo forced his eyes open, seeing a halo of moonlight embrace his girlfriend from behind hugging her tightly.
Even though his hands were bound they made the attempt to paw for her to come closer. Seeing them open and close as if making an attempt to grab for her, Y/n placing a small kiss on his lower back. The sweet gesture made it almost impossible to believe it was her fingers that were brutalizing his inside at that same moment.
“Don’t start regretting your actions now, Pet. We are just getting started.”
Her grip tightened hard enough to bruise so he couldn’t avoid the mind-numbing pleasure.
Bakugo shuddered, feeling Y/n’s hot breath on his hole before it was swallowed whole. A squirming tongue having no mercy as it wormed its way in and out. The strong muscle stretching him out, lubing him up, and finally striking the place that made him scream out.
“There! There! Fuck, Y/n!” Bakugo pulled on his ropes which only caused his cock to get yanked.
A blind hand made its way up the boy's body wrenching him back by the hair. The boy’s moans were loud enough to fill the office space, quite possibly the whole floor. He was trembling beneath her, sure that if the knot around his cock was a bit looser he would have cum ten times over by now.
All the emotions he was experiencing quickly dissolved into one feeling the wet muscle pulled out leaving him with the spit dripping over his rim to cool in the cold air, but once his mind was left alone to clear for a bit he heard it. On top of Y/n’s desk, a ringing noise somehow was able to pull her attention away from him. Bakugo quickly looked behind him in haste, seeing the girl’s attention on the same thing he was hearing. He gave her a pleading face knowing what she was thinking, but the girl still stood up and walked away from him. It left him pissed to say the least as he mumbled a bunch of curses under his breath but making sure they were loud enough for Y/n to hear them.
Letting out a loud huff Bakugo manager to roll onto his back so he could watch every movement Y/n was making as she hit talk on the phone.
“Hello.” She answered, checking her nails like the phone call was already boring her, but if that was the case why would she have picked it up in the first place.
Despite not being able to hear what the other person was saying it must have gotten interesting really quick as Y/n's look of surprise quickly turned into a wicked smile.
“Is that right? Well, you guys do drive a hard bargain, but I suppose we can work that out as soon as I see the money in my account.” There was a brief pause, but then Y/n’s eyes shot to Bakugo’s with a wicked grin that made his blood run cold and words that heated it right back up again. “No, we're just about to get to the main event.”
Y/n hooped back into her chair spinning in victory. “Yes, I see you just made the deposit. Give me a minute to get things set up on my end.”
Muting and transferring the call to a headset, she strode back over to Bakugo. His eyes went wide as she secured the headset to his head and he started to hear voices coming through.
“Turns out my clients are just as big of sluts as you are. You can give them a nice show for me can’t you?” Y/n ran a loving hand through Bakugo’s hair which he reflexively pushed into while hesitantly nodding.
“Who’s my good boy?” With her praise came Bakugo’s confidence. His kink drove him to put on the best show he could just to make Y/n proud.
“I am. I’m your good boy.” Bakugo shuffled his hips feel super impatient
Y/n smiled leaning down and kissing the boy's nose. “And now I’m going to fuck my good boy till he’s a drooling mess.” Pulling back her eyes became dark like an imp took over her body to carry out her darkest desires before turning off mute and slipping her strap on. The signature pop of the lube cap snapped open as it drooled out to coat the silicone cock and a bit was smeared between his cheeks.
The first sound the men on the other end heard was the yelp Bakugo released when Y/n scooped her arms under his knees and yanked him forward. His ass became smushed right up against her strap-on. Rotating her hips, Y/n teased the cock between his cheeks teasing his hole. Bakugo whimpered into the mic, earning a multitude of voices to respond to him.
‘Fuck, that was so hot!’
‘Give it to him nice and hard!’
‘Yes, make him cry out!”
The moment Y/n started to push in, Bakugo's fist squeezed tight. “F-fuck~ That’s big.”
“That was just the head, baby.” Y/n thrusted in a little bit deeper making Bakugo mewl. Pulling out fully, Y/n grabbed Bakugo’s shoulder, flipping him onto his stomach and encouraging him to lean over the coffee table before starting to push in again.
“S-s-low” He gasped feeling the stretch burn him even more. With each inch Y/n pushed in, he trembled more.
“You know I can’t promise that.” As tempted as she was to snap her hips towards him, she honored his wish. The pressure of being the most filled up he’d ever been caused his burning face to fall back.
When she finally bottomed out, she stilled for a moment, giving Bakugo the common courtesy of time to adjust.
“Please.” Bakugo begged, “Please. Fuck me!” His words made the voice speak up again through the headset. A mixture of encouragement and degradation. Despite not knowing who was on the other end, the words still got Bakugo’s cock to twitch.
When he began to wiggle his hips against her, she knew he was ready for her first thrust, and then her second, and then her third until she was thrusting in and out with no delays. Each and every movement elicited some sort of moan from the boy on the bottom. His hands clawed at the edges of the table so tight till his knuckles turned white.
His body jerked forward with every one of her thrusts. Y/n’s low groans made the lust in his stomach tighten. Her hands laced in his pulling his arms back to her, securing them with one hand leaving only his face to hold him up. She worshiped the way he squirmed under her touch. The more he tried to avoid it, the tighter her hold got.
Soft lips trailed down his back leaving matching marks on his neck. Her sharp teeth sank into his tail bone making him cry out.
“It’s- it’s so” Bakugo gulped, not able to finish his sentence. The next time Y/n pulled out, she did so all the way making the boy beneath her whine, his hole trying to close around nothing.
Y/n flipped him back over like a ragdoll so she could watch his face fall into ecstasy. When she pushed back in, the sensation made him put on the lewdest face. His head fell back thudding against the wood while his eyes crossed. His pants became too much to hold in causing his mouth to drop open and his tongue lolled out of his mouth, saliva webbed from top to bottom.
“It’s so what, Katsuki? Come on, spit it out.” She repeated her actions, only this time she plunged back into him with no warning, purposefully only brushing past his prostate to make him go insane. Her hips rocked back and forth in quick shallow bursts.
“S-s-sooo fucking d-deep,” Bakugo panted like his life depended on it. The table creaked so loudly it was a surprise the legs didn’t break.
Y/n wrapped her arms around Bakugo’s back, forcing him to sit up in her lap, which only caused her to go deeper inside him. His tongue fell out of his mouth panting like a dog in heat with glassy eyes as she continued to thrust up into him. Bakugo looked so hot in this position, Y/n thought she might melt.
“Yeah?” She changed her pace, slowing a little but still hard enough to get it to go in all the way till their actual flesh was touching.
She separated their upper halves slightly, looking at the incredible mess of a masterpiece she had created. His face was flushed, looking so dazed and in bliss, she didn’t even know if he could respond. The way he clung to her as if he needed her close at all times one hand draped over her neck while the other one wrapped around her side with a secure hand between her shoulder blades. It made her feel so warm inside. She wanted to make him feel this good forever. The thought made her go feral, smashing their lips together in a hungry, sloppy kiss. With the state Bakugo was in, he could only kiss back lazily but still wanted so much more.
Her fingers laced on top of his guiding his hand to his own stomach. “How deep am I?” She purred, making him feel the bulge that rose and fell with each one of her thrusts.
The longer it took him to answer the slower and harder her thrust got as a reminder of her question.
“H-Here,” He weakly said, pressing his stomach just under his belly button.
With a grin and a nod in understanding, she rewarded him with the first direct hit to his prostate. He reflexively pulled her closer, burying his head in her neck. Deciding that the boy in her arms deserved all the rewards in the world, she began fucking up into him at a ruthless speed, pounding into him mercilessly, making sure every single thrust hit his sweet spot dead on. Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over as he clung to her tighter.
“Right there! Right there! Fuck, fuck, holy fuck. So good I’m fucking shaking!” He moaned loudly, no longer being embarrassed about the way his slutty moans could be heard by multiple people.
All he could focus on was the immense pleasure as she fucked him so hard. His moans turned into her name under his breath. He felt his mind start to go fuzzy, almost like he was going to blackout. Without meaning to, his quirk started to activate. Small explosions crackled in his palm burning small holes in Y/n's shirt, but they felt like nothing more than tickles.
“I bet they’re fucking themselves listening to how slutty you sound. Are they whispering lewd things to you? Making you feel so fucking good like the whore you are?”
Bakugo nodded, still squeezing Y/n tight, his soft blonde hair brushing underneath her chin.
“Slow do-down a little,” his voice trembled but fell on deaf ears as she continued her torment, moving even faster now. Thanks to the added encouragement, she put everything she had into it.
“Fucking shit. I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” He chanted, moving his hips so he met her thrusts. The pleasure overwhelmed every part of his body.
Watching the telltale sign Bakugo was right on the edge with his clenched thighs and shaky body, Y/n waited till the very last second before grabbing the headset off his head and throwing it across the room not caring if it broke. Just as it clattered on the ground Bakugo screamed out, letting his orgasm rack through his body. His skin felt tingly, body falling limp against Y/n’s body boneless, not being able to control the heavy pants leaving his lips as his muscles twitched against her.
As the bliss continued to pump out of his body in trembling waves, Y/n pinched Bakugo’s cheeks, “Noone gets to hear you cum except me. Do I make myself clear?”
Y/n hand wrapped around Bakugo’s cock pumping him dry and into severe overstimulation. The strings of hot white cum seemed to never stop shooting out of him. Bakugo started crying out, back arching high enough to feel like it would snap. “Yes! Yes! Just you. I love you, Y/n! I love you!”
Her filth-covered hand slowed to a stop. Y/n swiped two of her fingers through the spunk he left on her chest. Holding his jaw, she pushed her fingers into his mouth, curling them around his bottom teeth before letting go. “Suck,” she commanded and he complied. He pulled them farther into his mouth, sucking slowly and running his tongue along her fingers. His eyes pleaded for her to praise him, tell him how good he had done.
“Such a perfect good boy! I love my good boy so much!” Y/n held the back of Bakugo’s head in the crook of her neck, slowly rolling both of them back to lay on the carpet.
Sighs continuously rolled from Bakugo’s lips as well as gratitude. Every now and then a residual wave of pleasure would shiver through his body causing him to let out a small whimper and cling on a bit tighter to Y/n.
Pressing a strong kiss against Bakugo’s hair, Y/n whispered sweet words of praise and comfort.
“How about tomorrow I take off and we have a lazy day. Just you, me, and a bunch of movies.” Y/n nudged his hip with her own. “I got a feeling you’ll get even luckier than you did tonight.” She winked down at the boy who was still blissed out of his mind to the point of barely remembering his own name. Though even if he lost all memories of his past life he could never forget her or to say yes to an offer like that.
“Mmmhm, I’d like that.” Bakugo slurred.
This was always the best part in Y/n’s opinion. Having the man she loved so vulnerable in her arms to the point of absolute honesty. No yelling or shielding his true feelings. In these moments is when he let down his guard and was the pure essence of who Bakugo Katsuki was.
He was thankful every day that she still loved him despite all his flaws and he felt as though he’d never be able to thank her.