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You had gotten your quirk pretty early on, and from that moment you knew you wouldn’t make it as a Pro Hero. It was okay though, you would tell yourself, not everyone was meant for fighting and saving lives by kicking ass everyday. You realized that you could help people in another way when you had gotten to high school though, and it was a job you loved.
Teaching kindergarten was honestly better than you had expected, but loads of people told you that the kids were good for you because of your cow quirk. It didn’t make much sense (you had horns, a tail, and could moo, how in the hell was that helping kids?) but it was something about the nurturing side and the sweet softness of you that made kids flock to you and want to do their best. Either way it was a win-win for you, with good kids and better reports home for their parents.
“Okay kids,” you raise your voice a little to be heard over the squeals and laughter as the class plays inside the classroom. It was a rainy day, so it confined them, but they loved it anyway as they came up with games all by themselves to keep each other entertained. They turn their heads to you after only a few seconds, everyone pausing in what they’re doing to give you their full attention.
“We’re having a few guests come and join us today to show us a few things, and we can’t greet them with a dirty classroom, now can we?” Instantly, your kids all sing together a ‘nooo!’ As they all shake their heads and start getting to work putting their things away. You clap, singing a little clean up song to which they join in, putting away their toys as you help them to speed up the process. You tidy up your own desk in the meantime, straightening everything out as the kids start sitting at their correct spots when they finish their section to clean. In no time, everything is finished and the kids are practically vibrating in their seats for what is about to come.
You hear a knock on your door, your teaching assistant smiling at you through the small square glass on your door, hooking a thumb behind her as she nods her head excitedly. You can’t see the faces of people that have joined her, but you catch a glimpse of a few buff chests and wide shoulders and have to will yourself to calm down.
It’s not like Pro Heroes come to your school often to visit the kids and make special appearances, so you can’t make a fool out of yourself! Even if Red Riot walks in shirtless and grinning, having to duck under the frame to even fit inside—good lord, you’re gonna have to sit down for this.
“Let’s welcome our heroes with a round of applause, class!” You call out shakily, glancing over to a few more pros that walk in behind the sturdy hero. It’s Chargebolt, who’s all wide smiles and glowing golden eyes, Cellophane with round eyes and a huge grin who poses all dramatically to hear the kids laugh, and finally Dynamight. Some of your kids applauses quiet when he walks in, all gruff and scowling, the others cheering even louder at the sight of the number two hero. He only cuts his eyes at the class and then at you, but you whip your head around quick to look at your students so he won’t catch you ogling his larger than life biceps in his uniformed tank top.
“Everyone say, good morning, heroes!” You call to the class, smiling at them as they keep their eyes glued on the four heroes in front of them. They repeat your message without a pause, toothless grins filling up the room, as some of them can barely contain themselves in their seats. It makes you smile even wider, your heart bursting at the adorable sight of them getting to meet some of their favorite heroes. You don’t notice how Dynamight watches you all the while, but your TA does, nudging you a little from where she stands beside you. She nods her head discretely at the blond hero, making you look over to him, your face instantly warming when you see that he’s still staring unabashedly.
You have to clear your throat, tail swishing a little faster behind you as you try to bite back your nerves. Fuck, why does he have to stare so hard? Doesn’t he realize he’s already hot and intimidating enough? Does he want you to pass out in front of your class?
“Okay, class,” you call out a little shakily, clearing your throat again as your TA snickers beside you. “I want you all to remember our rules for when we have guests. Be respectful, stay quiet unless you are being spoken to, and give them your utmost attention!”
Your class agrees, some of them visibly struggling to stay calm, eyes bouncing between your own and to the four heroes in the front of the class. You laugh softly, nodding your head to the heroes as you wave to them and introduce yourself.
“Please, begin when you’re ready. Take all the time you need.” You try to look at all of them when you speak, but Dynamight still has watchful eyes on you, and you know that if you look at him, your knees might actually give out. So you take a seat at your desk, your TA at her own as she keeps glancing at you and snickering under her breath. You elbow her ribs a little just to hear her oof and snicker at your own petty victory.
Chargebolt starts first, introducing himself as he starts interacting with the class. The other three stand behind him, smiling and laughing whenever he makes a dumb joke. They’re all so handsome, you think as you bounce between watching them and your kids, all of them strong in their own way, tough yet kind from how they’re interacting with the kids.
It wasn’t a secret that you had a crush on a few heroes, with the “wash your hands” posters of Deku hung around your room, and the “remember to be kind and kick butt” posters of Pinky you splayed on your door. Your coworkers knew it, hell, even some of your kids had pestered you about being such a huge Dynamight fan but not having enough posters of him around! You told them that it was because he wasn’t as PG as the other heroes, but that you had enough of his posters in your own home. And maybe even a few articles of his lingerie set that he released a couple months ago, but that wasn’t any of their business…
You clap absentmindedly when Chargebolt finishes his piece, zapping a few mini lightening bolts from the tips of his fingers to hear the kids gasp and cheer him on. Next up was Cellophane, as he let a few kids ask him questions, shooting out his tape dispensers and wrapping them around the kids middle section so he could pull them to him. It made them roar with laughter, your eyes go a little wide from worry because you really didn’t want their parents to complain about their kids coming home with whiplash. But he was a hero, and you trusted him, and none of the kids were off kilter when they returned to their seats, so that was good.
Red Riot went on next, answering their questions, volunteering to pick a few kids up at a time to see how many he could hold at once. It was eight students at one time, three on each arm and then two around his middle, the class basically in stitches at how fun everything was. Then one kid asked him to go Unbreakable and one of your students had to be escorted out due to wetting herself by your TA, which really made the hero turn as red as his hair. You had to reassure him that everything was fine and that he didn’t do anything wrong, much to his relief. Poor man looked like he was going to cave in on himself when the little girl walked out of the room in shame.
And finally, it was Dynamight. You were hoping your TA would hurry back, and fast, because you were sure that you would get a few more accidents with the scowl on his face and the deep timbre of his voice. He lets them ask a few questions, keeping his snapping to a minimum to spare their feelings and not have any pissy kids because of him.
“Mr. Dynamight,” one of your students calls after he’s picked on, his front two teeth missing as he grins wide. “How strong are you? Are you stronger than Mr. Red Riot? Do you think you’re strong enough to lift this whole building because I told Zuko that you could and he told me that you can’t so please please PLEASE tell me you can lift our school up?!” His voice goes screechy by the end of the sentence and you can’t help but snort. Dynamight looks over at you and you instantly straighten, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“Course I can lift the school up,” Dynamight replies coolly, his voice low and grumbly as he folds his thick arms across his chest. “But I ain’t gonna do it now, ‘cause its a safety hazard and sh—”
“Shiitake mushrooms, Mr. Dynamight.” You correct quickly, looking over at him with your brows raised. He shoots you a look, his eyes narrowed as your class lets out an ominous ‘ooo’ and snickers behind the palms of their tiny hands. You keep that eye contact though, because even though he can cuss whenever and wherever, your classroom is not one of those places. The last thing you need is your students taking that language home and telling their parents that they got it from school. Nope, not happening.
“It’s a safety hazard and shiitake mushrooms.” Dynamight growls out through his teeth, finally craning his head back to look at the student who asked him that original question. You nod with a hum, smiling as you go back to grading the papers in front of you before another question makes your head pop up.
“Mr. Dynamight, why do you keep staring at our teacher? Is there something on her face?” Your TA has just returned and you really wish she hadn’t yet, because now she’s snickering alongside the students, poking at your sides again with a devious little grin. Your head shoots up, looking to one of your little troublemaker students who smiles innocently at you, and then at Dynamight who’s already looking at you again. He smirks though, a flash of sharp teeth in his mouth as he snorts under his breath.
“Nothing on her face. Just think your teacher’s pretty, is all.” He says, chest puffing out as he looks at you the entire time he answers the question. It makes the class go wild, loud and screaming about the fact that Mr. Dynamight has a crush on you, start singing immature songs about you two kissing in a tree, giggling and laughing the entire time. You put your face in your hands, embarrassed and grinning, swatting away your TA when she joins in on the teasing.
“Okay, okay, class, that’s enough!” You try to sound stern, but it's hard when you’re smiling so big, face hot and body feeling tingly because he’s still looking at you, damnit. Their teasing dies down a little and you shake your head as you stand up from your seat.
“It looks like the rain has cleared up, so how about some outside demonstration of our heroes quirks for you guys? How does that sound?” You try to divert their attention back to the flashy quirks, but some of them still eye you mischievously with their evil little grins. They agree though, all standing up and grabbing their earphones to protect their hearing from Dynamight’s loud explosions.
They get in their lines, all bouncing from excitement and you show your class and the heroes outside and to the playground so the showiness of their quirks can begin. Dynamight goes first, the class cheering and oohing and awing as he propels himself high into the sky with his explosions. When he finishes his little mini show for the students, Cellophane goes next.
You’re sitting in the grass a few feet away from them, your TA mainly interacting with them to keep them sat still, as you lay back on your elbows, your legs stretched out in front of you. You look up when your sun is blocked to see Dynamight standing over you with a frown. You smile though and pat the spot next to you, eyes squinting when he moves and the sun instantly blinds you again. He mirrors your position next to you, looking over at you when you laugh when Cellophane snatches another kid up and spins them in the air.
“You really love teaching, huh?” He asks quietly, still never taking his eyes off of you. You’re cute as hell, he thinks to himself, with your septum pierced nose, and your small little rounded nubs of horns that are nestled between your hair, and the soft ears that protrude from the sides of your head that hang low when you relax into the grass. He was barely even able to tell that you did have a cow quirk from the initial look at you, with how subtle your differences were, but he can appreciate them now that he’s closer. He wonders to himself just how far the cow quirk goes when it comes to your personality and mannerisms.
“How could you tell?” You ask, shooting him a look from the corner of your eye with a smile. Dynamight huffs though, finally looking on toward the kids when Denki zaps Kirishima while he hardens his entire body, listening to the kids squeal in glee.
“You get this look on your face, and your shoulders kind of…relax. Its nice to see, because I’d lose my damn mind if I had to be around brats all damn day.” He admits, narrowing his eyes when the kids start getting a little rowdy when Kiri asks who wants to be picked up again. You bark out a laugh from beside him though, reaching over to softly pat the hardness of his stomach, accidentally copping a feel of his abs as you try to console that scowl on his face.
“They’re sweet kids.” You try to reason with him, but Dynamight only shoots you an unbelieving look. “What? They are! I mean, yeah, sometimes you get the occasional stubborn or hard headed child, but all they really need is some gentle discipline, some loving, and one of my infamous hugs.” You shoot him a wink when his eyebrows screw up in confusion.
“What’s so infamous about your hugs?” Dynamight asks, taking the bait as you waggle your eyebrows at him.
“I don’t know, but I do know that I have a line of people and kids waiting for me every morning and afternoon to get a hug.” You can’t help but chuckle under your breath, thinking back to the lines of your current students and even some previous students who risk being late to homeroom just so they can hug you really quick before sprinting off to class. It warms your heart, even when their parents come in late to pick up their kids and draw you into a hug because they claim its something they really needed. You don’t understand the logic of it too much, but you appreciate the embraces anyway.
Dynamight thinks that it must be because of your tits. He tries not to make it obvious when his eyes dart down to glance at them, barely contained in your soft looking yellow cotton shirt that has your schools name plastered all over the front of it. The name is distorted from how big your chest is, and he wonders if the size has anything to do with your cow quirk. Also makes him wonder, if you have any m—
“You wanna try it out? I can’t promise you won’t get addicted though.” You flirt, winking at him before giggling to yourself. Dynamight snaps guilty eyes back up to your face, notices the small, lighter patches of your skin that almost looks like a cows spots on their back. He thinks it’s adorable, and wonders which approach he should take to asking you out on a date. He’s never been too good at flirting, nor has he ever wanted to immediately be with someone after only one conversation, but it’s something about you that he wants to cherish. Wants to hold and to know and to learn and to eventually love, but he tells himself that maybe he’s moving just a bit too fast.
He cocks an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t say anything as he turns to look at his friends starting to pack up from their presentations. He stands, instantly reaching over to help you stand as well. You try not to let your disappointment show on your face from how he subtly ignored your question of a hug, as you take his hand and let him pull you up.
You think he must not know his own strength for a second, as he pulls you up so hard that you fall into his chest. You understand his slick little move though, when he wraps thick arms around your shoulders and grumbles into the hair on top of your head. You can’t help but let out a loud laugh, figuring he was too embarrassed to actually ask for the hug, but still wanted to try it out himself. You concede though, reaching up to wrap your arms around his thick neck and squeeze him gently.
Unbeknownst to the both of you, the class has gotten up and turned around to stare, your TA immediately pulling out her phone to snap pictures, the other three heroes elbowing each other and sharing a certain look amongst them. Yeah, he’s whipped already, the look reads between them, as they all smile and prepare to tease him the entire way back to the agency.
You rub Dynamight’s back gently, feeling his body go lax as he sighs softly from his nose. His eyes are closed, entirely body relaxed as he sinks into the softness and cushion that is your body. His arms tighten around your middle, holding gently onto your love handles and pressing the curve of your tummy against his own hard one. He could get used to this, he thinks, as he sighs once more.
“Dynamight has a crush!” One of your students suddenly sing-songs, and instantly, everyone joins in. Even your goddamn TA and the other heroes! You two pull away instantly, Dynamight’s face flushed red as you laugh and pat his shoulder softly from where you stand beside him. The teasing continues, the kids pointing and laughing, some making kissy noises and faces before they burst into a fit of giggles, others literally rolling on the ground from laughing so hard. Even Chargebolt is clutching his stomach, hanging onto Red Riot as he laughs, the sturdy hero trying to hide his own giggles behind his hand as Cellophane points at the red faced Dynamight and chimes in on the childish songs and taunts.
“Okay, everyone! That’s enough!” You call out loudly, placing a hand on your hip. You know that if you’re any kinder, if any hint of your embarrassment shines through, then they’re going to keep going. You have to stay sturdy, face in a set in a serious line, as you look over them with an unwavering stare. It even shuts the heroes up, as you nod your head at your TA, signaling her to take the kids inside as they all say their goodbyes, some still staring mischievously at Dynamight as they walk inside.
Finally, when the last child is gone, do you crack and laugh. Shaking your head, you walk over to the other three heroes, Dynamight grumbling behind you all the while as he follows you over, his eyes narrowed at the three idiots.
“Thank you guys so much for stopping by. We all really appreciate it.” You smile up at them, watching how Dynamight saddles up beside you and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Yeah, it’s no problem. We all really enjoyed coming.” Cellophane smiled at you, reaching forward to clap a hand over your shoulder as you smile at him.
“Some more than others.” Chargebolt coughs under his breath with a sly grin, before he squeaks and hides behind Red Riot when Dynamight growls and takes a menacing step forward. You can’t help but laugh as the three heroes start slowly backing off toward the school building.
“We still have a few more classes to visit, so we’ll see you later!” Red Riot calls as he glances over to Dynamight, nodding his head not so subtly in your direction. When they finally retreat into the building, it’s just you and Dynamight left standing there in the middle of the playground. He kicks at the dirt, huffing quietly as he glances up at you through his lashes.
“Hey, uh,” he starts off, gruff and quiet, but you’re patient enough to just smile at him and wait for him to spit his stupidly jumbled words up and out. “Wanna get coffee with me sometime? Or lunch? My treat.”
You smile even harder at him, belatedly realizing that he’s asking you out. You cock your head at him, stepping into his space so that he can finally look at you and not at the uninteresting dirt and sand in between you guys. He finally does, soft red eyes catching your own, scanning over your face and features quickly as you put a delicate hand on his exposed shoulder.
“Dynamight, are you asking me on a date?” You ask with a faux gasp. He sucks his teeth though and rolls his eyes, goes to pull away from you and your teasing but you grab his upper arm gently, trying not to swoon when you feel that bulging muscle and those thick veins.
“Because if you are, then I would love to go. Just tell me when and where.” And your words then and there, seal the deal of your new budding relationship.
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You’ve been on a couple of dates with Bakugou now, and things couldn’t be going better. Well…they could actually, because he has yet to ask you to be his girlfriend. You’ve been to his house and have spent the night more times than you could count these past few weeks, he’s taken you on so many amazing dates, he pops up at your school and brings you lunch, he’s practically yours at this point! But he still has yet to ask you out.
You’re at his house again, having been there for a few days now as the kids are on spring break, which means you get the week off. You stand in his kitchen, watching him make popcorn on the stove as he stands there in nothing but loose cotton shorts that sit low on his hips.
Oh, and have you mentioned that he has yet to fuck you? Maybe he’s waiting until he has properly asked you out, maybe he doesn’t want to rush things. But fucking fuck, he can’t keep walking around looking that damn good and not touch you.
He thinks the same though, as you walk around in one of his workout tanks and a pair of his boxers as shorts. He tries not to eye you from where you sit on the counter beside him, swinging your cute little chubby legs, occasionally nudging him when you want his attention or for a kiss.
“Can I ask you something?” You ask quietly, shy all of a sudden as you examine your painted toes. Bakugou looks at you from the corner of his eye, shaking the pan where the kernels start to pop from under the lid, grunting in confirmation.
“How come you haven’t asked me to be your girlfriend yet?” Your voice is meek, and he watches how your floppy ears start to droop down and tickle the tops of your shoulders. Instantly, his eyebrows screw up as he stares at you.
“Hah? Whaddya mean?” He grunts, turning the stove down as he goes to stand in between your legs. You frown, eyes casted everywhere but him as you rest your legs on his hips and the curve of his ass.
“What do you mean ‘what do I mean’?” Your voice isn’t snappy, pouty more than anything as you start to toy with the hem of your—his shirt. “We’ve been on a lotta dates now. You send me good morning and goodnight texts. You call me pet names. And yet, you still haven’t officially asked me out.”
Bakugou stares at you for a long time, silent, the only noise in the room your huffing and the kernels starting to pop louder and louder. He turns off the stove before he responds back, shaking the pan a little before he turns his attention to you again.
“I just assumed that you knew that we were dating.” Bakugou grumbles under his breath, reaching into a cabinet over your head to pull out a large bowl. He tries to ignore your incredulous look you shoot at him, the confused noise you let out as your ears perk back up. He pours the popcorn from the pan into the bowl, looking at you from the side of his eye and frowning when you glare at him.
“Katsuki, how the hell would I know that we’re dating if you’ve never officially asked me?” You practically screech, pulling him by his shoulders so that he can look at you. He grumbles, falling into your body and burying his face in the crook of your neck from the embarrassment.
“We do couple shit together! I just thought—”
“Lots of people do couple shit without actually being in a relationship! What was so hard about asking me?” Your tone gets softer, as you wrap your arms around him and embrace him slowly. You didn’t think that he could fall more into you, but he does, groaning even louder when you reach a hand up to card through his hair gently. He’s quiet for a long while before he whispers into your skin,
“I didn’t want you to say no, and have to end everything we’ve been doing together.” You let his words float in the air for a few seconds, stopping your scratching at his head as you push him away. He doesn’t look at you until you cup his scruffy chin and level him off with a look.
“You’re such a goddamn dummy, you know that?” You ask seriously, even though a smile cracks your face. Bakugou can’t help but let out a gruff chuckle himself, his lips pulling up the sides of his mouth as he leans in to kiss you. It’s sweet, soft and slow as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in closer with a yank of your thighs around him. He falls into you, head leaning to the side to deepen the kiss as you both moan in each others mouths.
“Ask me.” You whisper against his lips, tongue darting out to lick at his teeth and gums. He groans against you, chasing your mouth when you pull away to look at him from beneath your lashes.
“Be my girlfriend.” He tells you more than asks, and you can’t help but laugh as you nod your head quickly. He falls into you again, chuckling when you giggle into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulls you to the edge of the counter. You can feel his crotch rubbing against you through your boxers, moaning instantly at the girth and the heat of it. Bakugou pulls back for a second though, eyes wide as he pants, glancing down to the string of spit that connected you to him.
“Wait, do you wanna,” he gulps before he finishes, and you have no problem picking up where he left off.
“Can we fuck now?” He splutters as you ask him so nonchalantly, unused to hearing you cuss and always having on the PG filter. It was a habit as a kindergarten teacher, so it always took him aback when you cussed, and especially now to hear you being so blatant and lewd.
“Fuck yes.”
You’re falling into bed in only a matter of seconds, as Bakugou picked you up and carried you all the way to his room, kissing you the entire time. He dumps you on the bed gently, already climbing on the bed on top of you. You go to pull his shirt off from your body, but he stops you for just a minute.
“You look so good in my clothes. Almost don’t want you to undress.” He whispers to himself, cupping your braless chest in his large hands as his eyes glaze over in lust. You push your chest into his hands, moaning softly when you feel just how heavy and full your breasts are. You haven’t been able to milk yourself today, usually doing it when you’re home or when he leaves for work while in the shower, so you’re extremely backed up. You want to tell him, but now he’s massaging your tits and nipples in warm hands and it feels entirely too good.
“F-Fuck, Kat, wait,” you try to warn him, but you feel little beads of milk already spilling out from your chest and leaking onto the borrowed shirt. You gasp when he squeezes harder, eyebrows drawn down in confusion for a moment when he feels something wet under his palm before a look of recognition slides over his features. Bakugou looks up at you through blond lashes, eyes wide and hazy as you pant up at him, his groping ministrations never ceasing.
He finally lifts his hand, only to see the white beading of milk bleeding through the black fabric of his shirt. His eyes go round, mouth parting in a small pant as he groans under his breath.
“Holy shit.” He whispers, and you’re scared that he might find it gross. Some men have in the past, equating your milky tits to pregnancy and running because, like hell if they were going to claim a kid that wasn’t theirs, despite you telling them that this was apart of your quirk. You’re about to cover up, but Bakugou is ducking his head down before you can stop him.
He sucks noisily at your tit through the fabric, your toes curling as he sucks and sucks at your nipple until he gets some of the milky fluid onto his tongue and staining his lips. He pulls back, looks at how the darkening spot on the fabric gets larger, before he dives into the other nipple to do the same thing. Once he gets his fill through your shirt, he looks at you, mouth a clear-ish white as he groans and starts to pull his shirt over your head and his boxers down your legs.
“Fuck, why didn’t you tell me you could produce milk? I always figured you could, with the cow quirk and everything, but fuck, I wasn’t expecting it to taste so good. Can I keep going? Please?” He’s rambling now, and honestly, you’ve never even seen him this excited before. It makes you warm, your face flushed and hot, as you spread your legs and invite him even closer to your body, nodding your head up and down quickly.
“Use your words, princess, tell me what you want.” He’s acting like this is for you, but you and him both know that he’s damn near close to bursting out of his shorts at the thought of drinking from you. But you comply, reaching out to tug him closer to you by his broad shoulders as you arch your back up until your heavy tits are close to his face.
“Please, please suck on my tits, baby, please. I haven’t been able to—to expel it today and they’re so heavy and it hurts and—oh, fuck!” Bakugou has latched his mouth right onto your nipple before you could even finish your plea. It makes you groan, your eyes squeezing shut as he moans from around you, his lips suctioned around your darkened nipple as he sucks and sucks until his mouth floods with the taste of you.
Bakugou’s eyes go low, hazy, as he looks up at you, milk spilling from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto the fat of your tit. He pulls away momentarily to lap it all up again, not wanting any of it to go to waste as he licks up from the dripping underside of your boob and back up to where your nipple still leaks white. He whimpers quietly when you start to card your fingers through his hair again, shifting your hips slightly from where he rests heavily on top of you.
“Please touch me. Touch my pussy, please, get me off, I can cum so easy if you just,” you shift your hips again, looking down at him from over the curve of your tit as he groans, eyes slightly crossing as he shifts until he can squeeze his hand in between your bodies. He pulls away slightly to lean up and peck your lips, transferring the milk from his lips to your own, lapping at your mouth before he switches to the other boob, fingers finally reaching past your damp panties.
Instantly, you yelp when he starts circling your clit with thick fingers. He keeps a slow and steady pace, his finger moving at the same time as his suckling, his lips curling over your areola to encompass it all as he realizes that he can drink more this way. Bakugou looks mindless right now, his eyes low as he blinks slowly up at you, mouth coated in white, his hips heavily dragging up and down your thigh from where he humps you, fingers moving oh so slowly after finally slipping inside of you.
“Fuck, we should’ve been done this. Your mouth feels so good on me.” You murmur, back arching off the bed again when Bakugou moans at your praise. He suckles even harder, gathering your milk on his tongue as he starts pumping a lone finger inside of you, his thumb circling your bud. He pulls away from your tit, rising up slightly as he grabs your cheeks lightly in his hands. He signals you to open your mouth, and you let him pry you open, tongue already sliding out as he ducks down and slides his wet muscle against yours.
You taste yourself, something sweet and creamy, as you moan against his, fucking your hips down onto his finger, urging him to slip another finger inside of you. He complies, moaning against your mouth as he starts grinding against your hip feverishly.
“Taste so good.” He slurs against your mouth, his ash blond hair creating a halo around his head as he rises up to look at the state you’re in. Your legs are spread wide around his hips, your ears drooping low the same way your eyes do in ecstasy, your mouth dropped open in a moan, a plea for him to feed you more of your own milk. Your pussy is puffy and wet, a cute little thing that greedily sucks in a second finger, your clit twitching when he applies even more pressure.
“Got the prettiest girlfriend, so good to me.” Bakugou whispers, eyes casted low as he swoops down to lick you from nipple to nipple, reaching over to spit the milk he’s accumulated onto his tongue back into your mouth again. He laps up what misses your waiting hole, licking your chin and jaw and neck as he starts crooking his fingers inside of you, still dragging his heavy cock against your thigh.
“You gonna cum for me? Huh? Gonna cum all over my fingers, just from me sucking your tits and playing with this pretty pussy of yours?” Bakugou is leaning over you now, red eyes greedy and searching, waiting for you to orgasm all over him, see how cute you look when you cum for him. He’s been waiting for this moment for far too long, can’t count how many times he’s beaten his dick to the thought of you creaming for him. He practically cums in his boxers when you finally reach your peak.
Your mouth drops open, your eyes rolling back before they squeeze shut, thighs trembling from where they capture his hand that still pumps inside of your wet walls. You keep twitching, hips keep bucking, your ears perking up before they droop down and perk up again, and—and do even moo a little bit? The sound dies so quickly in your throat, he can’t tell if he’s actually heard it right, but it makes his cock drool precum more than ever now.
As you come down from your high, Bakugou pets at your cunt lightly as he starts adjusting you you until your panties are all the way off and you’re laying on your side. He’s shed his own shorts and underwear too, facing you as you finally start wriggling away from his still petting hand that glides between your folds and touches softly at your clit with featherlight touches.
“Wait, I’m still sensitive.” You whine, prying your heavy eyes open as you instantly want to take a nap. One of the slight downsides of your quirk was how much you always wanted to lay down and rest, especially after food and a good nut. Bakugou notices your sleepy eyes though and laughs softly, pulling you forward by your jaw to peck at your mouth a few times until that sleepiness blurs from your eyes.
You both lay there facing each other, staring, smiling, as you survey the others features. Bakugou’s eyes are low, pupils blown wide as his mouth still looks shiny from drinking your milk. The thought makes you warm, as you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for another kiss. He pulls you against him even closer until his cock brushes against your soft mound, a moan leaving the both of your mouths as you pull back to look at each other again.
“What do you do with the build up of milk?” He’s curious to know at this point, wondering if you’re really wasting it everyday. How could you when it tastes that good? You only snort though, leaning in to wipe away the excess milk from the corner of his mouth and chin.
“Sometimes I just get rid of it and pour it out. Sometimes I put it in these containers and donate the extra milk to hospitals for newborn babies. Sometimes I put it in your coffee when you’re not looking.” His eyes widen at the last sentence and you can’t help but burst into laughter. You swat at his arm gently when he tugs you even closer to him and whispers into your neck about just how hot that was.
“I’m only joking, you creep.” Your laughter dies down when he pulls back again, eyes low as you feel his cock starting to drool against your thigh. You glance down at you, a sly look on your face as you reach down to grip it between your soft fingers. Bakugou groans when you touch it, hips bucking up into your palm as you squeeze him softly.
“You gonna put it in, baby, or do I have to?” You ask him, eyes casted low as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. He exhales quietly, lifting your thick thigh up until it rests on his hip, angling his body until he’s poised to slip inside of you.
“You’re a big girl; put it in yourself.” Bakugou whispers huskily, biting his own lip as you skim the very tip of his cock over your glistening folds. You both moan under your breath, diving in for a kiss so you can breathe into his mouth when you finally start pushing his cock inside of you. Its heavy and thick from where it splits you open, the mushroom head finally popping in and nestling against your soft walls.
You have to pause after you slip him inside, thigh trembling from where it rests on his hip as he groans lowly. You peel your eyes open to watch him, finding him already watching you with low and adoring eyes. He nods you on, leaning forward to peck at your mouth sweetly.
“You got it, baby. Just go slow, don’t rush it. I’ll be here all night waiting for you if I have to.” Bakugou encourages you, pulling out slowly with his hips until the very tip rests inside of you before he slowly pushes the head back in, making a lewd popping sound. You shiver, eyes clamping shut before you start guiding him even deeper inside of you.
It feels like it goes on forever, the process of slipping him inside, pulling out a little as to not hurt you, before you slip him back inside even farther the next time. This goes on until he’s fully inside of your soaked cunt, his pubes rubbing against your own, clit bumping against him as you start to slowly grind yourself on him.
Without a second to waste, Bakugou starts pumping his hips inside of you, rhythm slow and steady, his hips gliding against your own in a wet squelch. He holds you close to him, your noses rubbing against each others as you breathe in his exhales, as he sucks in your moans and whimpers, as you swallow his grunts and groans. One thick arm is underneath you, pulling you flush against him, the other holding your leg up as his hips pat, pat, pat against the curve of your ass, your short and thin tail occasionally swishing around to tickle his hand and arms.
“Ya feel so good, baby.” Bakugou murmurs against your mouth from how close he’s pulled you to him. You can only hang onto his neck, eyes staring up at him glossily, your mouth dropped open in a constant staccato-like moan. He only drinks in your sounds, occasionally ducking his head down as much as he can to lick at your leaking tits before he brings that same tongue up to wrap around your own.
It feels like you’re about to cum again in no time, eyes watering at the intense pleasure. It’s not an overly fast or rough pace, something you expected from the rough and tough hero. But he’s sweet, holding you like you’re fragile glass, and kissing you like he can’t get enough of your taste, fucking your sensitive cunt like its something he never wants to part from.
“You gonna cum again? Gonna cream on my dick this time, yeah? Let me feel it, baby.” Bakugou goads you on, biting at your bottom lip and pulling when your moans start increasing in volume. Your eyes squeeze shut as you bury your face into his soft pecs, biting at the flesh just to hear him hiss and feel his cock twitch inside of you.
“Cum on me, baby, fuck. Cmon, cream on this dick.” He goads you as he gets closer to his own release. You sneak a hand down and start petting your clit, touching it the way you like, the way you know it’s going to have you coming in no time. And it works, your body seizing up as you let out a long, low cry of Bakugou’s name before it breaks off into the tiniest little broken moo. At that, Bakugou curses under his breath, hips erratic and jerky as he starts fucking up into you a little harder, chasing his orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m gonna marry your ass one day, you hear me?” He growls out, eyes squeezed shut as he feels his balls starting to tighten up. You gasp at his words, looking up at him through your lust filled haze, cunt clenching down on him instinctively. At that, Bakugou practically howls, eyes clenched shut tight as he grits his teeth, coming so hard inside of you, you worry that you might burst at the thickness and velocity of it.
He keeps pumping inside of you until he tires, plopping your leg and his own back down onto the bed, pulling you in until your thigh wraps around his hips and his cock is buried deep inside of you. You can feel his cum fighting to slip out of you despite still being plugged up, a show of just how much he’s released in your now sticky cunt. You sigh, cuddling up against him as you start to feel yourself slipping into slumber in no time, Bakugou not too far behind you. He speaks though, before you can drift off.
“Love you, sugar tits.” He murmurs, voice thick with sleep. You snort, biting playfully at his own tit just to hear his gasp before he pinches at the base of your slowly swishing tail.
“Love you too, fat tits.” That earns you a swat on the ass this time, and your giggles carry through his quiet home that you’ll find yourself fully moved inside in no time. And maybe you have a rock on one of your fingers too, in no time as well. Who knows?