You slam the door behind you and Bakugo is already on you, shoving you against the wall with that pissed-off snarl on his face. "Fucking finally," he growls, yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it. His hands are rough, calloused from all the explosions, and they grab your tits hard enough to make you gasp. "Been waiting to wreck this pussy all damn day."
He spins you around and bends you over the desk, kicking your legs apart. Your jeans hit the floor in one rough tug, panties ripped down with them. Bakugo spits on his fingers and shoves two straight into your cunt, pumping fast and deep. "So fucking wet already. Dirty slut, getting off on me treating you like this." He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes your knees buckle, then pulls them out and slaps your ass hard. The sting burns hot.
You hear his zipper and then his cock slaps against your ass, thick and heavy. He doesn't tease. Bakugo lines up and slams in balls-deep in one thrust, stretching you wide. "Fuck, tight as hell," he grunts, gripping your hips and pounding right away. No slow build, just hard, filthy thrusts that slap skin and make the desk creak. Every drive forward knocks the breath out of you, his cock dragging against your walls and hitting deep. "Take it. Take every inch like the cumdump you are."
He reaches around and rubs your clit in fast circles, not gentle, just enough pressure to make you clench around him. "Gonna fill this hole," he snarls, pace getting brutal. Sweat drips from him onto your back. You push back against him, meeting every thrust, and he laughs low and mean. "Yeah, fuck yourself on it. Greedy little bitch."
Bakugo pulls out suddenly and flips you onto your back on the bed. He shoves your knees to your chest and drives back in, folding you in half. The angle lets him bottom out harder, his balls slapping your ass with every snap of his hips. "Look at you, dripping down my cock," he says, eyes locked on where you're stretched around him. He spits on your clit and rubs it again, rough and fast, until your legs shake and you come hard, pussy pulsing and squeezing him.
He doesn't stop. Bakugo fucks you through it, chasing his own release with short, vicious thrusts. "Shit, gonna cum," he warns, then buries himself deep and unloads, hot spurts flooding your cunt. He stays there, grinding slow while he empties, making sure every drop stays inside. When he finally pulls out, cum leaks out of you in a thick mess.
But he's not done. Bakugo flips you again, pulls your ass up, and eats you out from behind, tongue licking his own cum out of your pussy before he sucks your clit hard. You moan into the sheets as he gets you worked up again, two fingers back inside while his tongue works you over. "Taste fucking good mixed with me," he mutters against your skin.
He gets hard again fast, like always, and pushes back in without warning. This round is slower but no less filthy, long drags out and deep slams back in while he talks dirty the whole time. "Gonna fuck another load into you. Make you leak for hours." His hand wraps around your throat from behind, not choking but holding, owning. You come again on his cock, and he follows right after, pumping you full a second time.
Afterward he doesn't pull away gentle. Bakugo stays buried, breathing heavy against your neck, one hand still gripping your hip. "Don't move yet," he orders, voice low. "Want it to stay in there." When he finally slides out, he watches the mess drip and smears it back in with two fingers. "Good girl. Clean up later. For now, stay just like that."
You lie there catching your breath, body sore and satisfied, his cum warm inside you. Bakugo sprawls next to you, arm thrown over your waist, already half-asleep but still possessive.
The night isn't over, and you know he'll wake up ready to go again, rough and direct as ever.
