You shove the door open and Bakugou is already on you, slamming it shut with his palm so the walls rattle. His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so he can bite down on your neck hard enough to leave teeth marks. “Took you long enough, slut,” he growls against your skin, voice low and filthy. “Been thinking about this cunt all day.”
He spins you around and bends you over the nearest table, yanking your pants and underwear down in one rough tug. Cool air hits your bare ass before his palm cracks across it, the sting blooming hot. “Look at this fucking mess already,” he mutters, dragging two thick fingers through your folds. “Dripping like a whore who can’t wait to get split open.”
You hear his zipper, the rustle of fabric, then the blunt head of his cock slapping heavy against your ass. He doesn’t tease. He lines up and shoves in deep on the first thrust, burying every inch in one brutal stroke. Your breath punches out of you. He’s thick, stretching you wide, and he doesn’t give you time to adjust before he starts pounding.
Each snap of his hips slams your thighs against the table edge. The wet sound of skin on skin fills the room, loud and obscene. Bakugou’s hand stays in your hair, keeping your back arched while his other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise. “Tight little hole’s sucking me in,” he snarls. “You like getting fucked like this? Like a toy I can use whenever I want?”
You moan something that might be his name. He laughs, short and mean, and reaches around to rub your clit in fast, rough circles. “Yeah, you do. Come on this dick. Do it now.”
Your orgasm hits fast and messy, walls clenching around him. He fucks you straight through it, pace never slowing, driving deeper until you’re shaking. When he pulls out you whimper at the sudden emptiness, but he just flips you onto your back on the table, shoves your legs up to your chest, and slams back inside.
Sweat drips from his jaw onto your chest. His red eyes are locked on where his cock disappears into you, watching every thrust.
“Look at that greedy pussy taking every inch,” he says, voice ragged. “Gonna fill you up. Gonna pump you so full it leaks out for hours.”
He leans down, bites your nipple through your shirt, then yanks the fabric up so he can suck hard. His thrusts turn shorter, sharper, chasing his own release. You reach down to rub your clit again and he growls approval. “That’s it. Make yourself come on my cock again. Want to feel you milk me dry.”
The second orgasm rolls through you slower but deeper, your whole body locking up around him. Bakugou curses, hips stuttering, and buries himself to the hilt as he comes. You feel every hot pulse, thick and heavy inside you.
He stays buried for a long minute, breathing hard, then pulls out slow so you both watch his cum start to drip. He drags two fingers through the mess and pushes it back inside you, fucking it deeper with lazy strokes. “Not done with you yet,” he mutters, eyes already darkening again. “On the bed. Hands and knees. I’m eating this messy cunt before I fuck another load into it.”
You scramble to obey, and the sound of his satisfied grunt follows you. The night is just getting started.
