#current bakugo is just vibing hes too busy getting stronger

[bakugouscentedcaramel]

Just a Bet

Literally just bakugou reader-insert smut.

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, submissive bakugo, begging? Don’t roast me to hard.

He should have known not to test your will.

Bakugou should have known his stubbornness was matched only by your determination.

It was a bet. A simple bet. Something harmless and fun. At first he was more upset over losing to you than the actual punishment. It didn’t sound bad. Something he can handle.

But god damnit now it bordered on torture.

“Ground Zero?”

A voice snapped Bakugou back into reality. He zoned out again, the dull vibrations of a toy driving his mind elsewhere.

“Ground zero....are you feeling alright?” Who were these people again? They were important enough to in his agency hold a meeting in his office.

“I’m fine.” He snapped, shifting in his seat to try and elevate the thrum of the vibrator off of his damn G-spot. God he can just picture your sly smile, the remote in hand, twisting the knob to a different setting.

As if on fucking cue, the vibrations picked up.

Bakugou has to bite his tongue in order to swallow his moans. As quickly as it sped up, the vibe slowed down, keeping his orgasm away.

Fuck. He was so close.

“Ground Zero, we can schedule this meeting again if you are unwell.” Someone to the right of his desk spoke up. The temptation was too great. Get these idiots out so he can at least breathe.

“I said I’m fine.” Bakugou barked, damn his pride sometimes.

They continued. The words they spoke melted together. Numbers and villains in the Kana district. Something about more rescues? He needed to sign something. Was this the blessed end to this invasion of his office?

Trying to hide the trembling in his hands, he scribbled his name. He damn near smeared the ink when you spiked the vibe again. This time, you didn’t bring it back down.

What kind of range did that remote have?!

The (business?) people were packing up, the sound of shuffling paper was all he could comprehend. They shared more words, picking up their suitcases, something about a superior. Bakugou didn’t care.

He managed a, “thank you for coming.” Voice sounding too high strung, almost in pain.

could they hear the toy currently setting his nerves alight? Could they feel the trembling in his handshake? The tenseness of his entire body barely riding the edge to his ultimate?

Once his office door closed Bakugou slammed his head on his desk. He was close. So god damn close. He just needed a final push.

With shaking hands he fumbled for his zipper. A curse slipped passed gritted teeth when it was stuck for a second.

He breathed a sigh of relief when his aching cock was free from its constraints. Just when he was about to touch himself, you slowed the vibrations again.

“I thought we agreed on no touching,” Bakugou let out a string of curses and a frustrated groan at your presence at his office door. There you were, still in your hero costume, pink remote in your right hand.

“Or are you not strong enough to handle it?” The lock to the door clicked and you walked towards him.

“P-please. I can handle anything you throw at me.” The explosive hero smirked devilishly, signing his own death warrant.

“So you won’t mind,” you pressed the remote twice, “this.”

The vibe was stronger than ever. The shock of the sudden change caused his back to arch and a moan ripped from his throat. Fuck. This was too much. The vibrator was hitting him in a place where he saw stars.

Your fingers grasped his chin lightly. Tilting his face up your lips met his, silencing his gasps and moans of euphoria.

Just like that, you slowed the toy down.

“F-fuck!” He pulled away from you and slouched in his seat. “Do you like torturing me Like some sort of fucking villain?!” His grip on the armrests was knuckle white.

“Yes.” Was your simple response. You sat on his desk, legs crossed, looking almost bored. “How was your meeting?” Unbelievable! What game were you playing?!

“G-good.” He answered, his will was becoming thin. How much longer could he go on before he broke? His cock was leaking precum steadily, begging to be touched.

Bakugou realized you were talking when you pressed the remote again. The vibe sped up again, bringing him to the edge quickly, but never letting him over.

“You really should pay attention when someone is talking to you.”

Without thinking, bakugou launched himself from his chair. He made a lunge for the remote, only for you to lean back and keep it out of his reach, not breaking eye contact.

“Bad boy.” Was all you said before you put the vibrator on full power.

He collapsed on the ground. A howl slipping past his lips. It was too much! His nerves were on fire! He was so tantalizingly close. The vibrations were so powerful his entire body shook as the toy left him weak but unable to cum without other stimulation.

Bakugou looked up at you, face flushed, tears in his eyes, “please! Let me cum! I’m begging you!” He needed you so god damn badly, “t-touch me! Please!”

You looked so fucking smug. Victory was given to you on a silver platter. He didn’t care. You won. You properly broke him into a desperate, begging mess.

He barely registered your hands on his body. At his shoulders, trailing down his clothed chest. Your lips were at his neck, kissing and sucking the skin. He did nothing was whisper “please,” over and over again, like rain on a windowpane.

Finally, finally your hands grasped his aching cock. Bakugou threw his head back and cried out. A sob of relief slipped out as you worked him so skillfully with your grip. Everything was overwhelming. So much pleasure. So much euphoria.

Bakugou howled as his orgasm ripped through his entire being. He cam so strongly his eyes rolled back. There was nothing but pure burning ecstasy. His world melted into blinding whiteness.

Muscles spasming, he blacked out.

He woke up to your hand in his hair. A stark contrast to your treatment from earlier. Cracking one crimson eye open, he took in his surroundings.

You and him were still in his office. His head was on your lap, and the both of you were on one of the couches. How you managed to get him cleaned up and on the couch is beyond him. He’d ask you later. Maybe.

“Fucking hell.” Was the first thing he breathed out, “how long had it been?”

“A while.” You answered, looking down at him with a sweet smile, “you did so good Katsuki.”

Somewhere in his mind, he enjoyed it.

Sitting up, Bakugou turned to kiss you. Though, his grip on your thigh was a clear sign he was going to return the favor.

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