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[tired-biscuit]

Bakugou being a soft dom chocking reader

And grinding on her Some Degration if you don’t mind

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18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: choking, bondage, degrading, established relationship. soft dom!bakugou.

i see this with a slightly older, more experienced bakugou. when he's more calm and patient towards the world to surround him.

definitely has to be an established relationship, even better if you're his long-term girlfriend or perhaps even his wife. he's a man who loves being in control, however he also greatly appreciates it if you trust him entirely with your body and free will; allowing his hands to hold the reins when it comes to making decisions in the bedroom. he just wants to make you feel good and is happiest when you let him do so; when you let him feel needed.

and years of intimate partnership can bring that to the table. along with other things.

i think when you'd both be in the mood for something a bit more special and he wouldn't be all that tired because of his job, he'd take control over your body slowly; carefully. unlike his earlier years, he'd take his time in a way you wouldn't even notice him taking over because of how he'd be able to keep you busy with little affections that would make sure you're being spoiled rotten - right to the core. just like his pretty little wife deserves.

so imagining bakugou as a soft dom, he'd be up for some bondage. nothing too extravagant - he's more of an easy, quick access kind of guy - he'd restrain you by tying your wrists to the headboard of the bed, but would also leave soft, open-mouthed kisses along both of your forearms whilst checking the knots aren't tied too tight. he'd run his warm hands all over your half-naked body, all until your spine would be pushing upwards from the mattress and your mouth would be pleading him to please, please, please give you more.

he'd cool down the warm saliva he'd leave on your skin by blowing on it, tired red eyes watching you shiver in the midst of it. he'd make you soaking wet with all this warm, soft-around-the-edges attention he'd be showering you with, all until a damp patch would form right over the delicate cotton of your panties, despite that he didn't even start touching you between your legs yet. he'd kiss you gently, but would also apply pressure with the way he'd push his tongue into your mouth so that he'd be able to swallow your needy moans. he's greedy.

the dominance would start to show in the way he'd hold you by the jaw when you'd start to whine, and by the way he would make you keep kissing him until he's satisfied - usually until your lips feel swollen and awfully tender, and his own turn a dark pink. he'd leave your legs unrestrained just so you'd be able to wrap them around his waist and he'd feel your warmth as you'd both start to rock against each other.

he wants you close when he's in control. always wants you wrapped around him, feeling every limb of yours on him.

i think the pure, blatant need you'd start exhibiting for him during all this teasing would make this man so hard it'd hurt. you'd just feel a firm bulge pressing between your sopping folds the moment he gets you completely naked. he grows bigger and bigger, the cotton of his sweatpants absorbing your arousal, making an outright mess on the fabric which he surprisingly doesn't seem to care about in that exact moment. he starts grinding against you in response, more eager by the minute, like a dirty dog of a husband, even if he's drowning you in loving kisses and sweet touches that would otherwise make your teeth ache if it wasn't done by him.

and fuck, he's so big above you. one of his scarred hands is right next to your head, the other resting on your lower back; pulling you upwards at the middle just so that he can feel you even better. you want to touch him so bad, claw at him, mark him, anything, but you can't. the stupid restraints are driving you insane, and he can sense it as you try to pull free to tame the heat that's forming in your thighs and is climbing higher, higher, higher. your evident desperation brings a smile forward and it's goddamn sneaky, like one of a feline as it curls against your hot, panting mouth even if he's nowhere near as graceful as a cat.

he isn't all that verbal, he never is during sex, but you can hear him grunting softly; deep breaths mixing in-between each sound that rumbles deep in his chest like thunder. he hunches and covers you entirely with his bigger body as his tongue itches to say something vulgar. giving into temptation, he degrades you because it's in the heat of the moment, but he does make sure to sneak in compliments into the harshness just so you don't start to scold him in return.

because, unexpectedly, you wear the pants in this relationship.

so he calls you his pretty slut, his needy little girl that's so pathetic because of how badly she wants his dick. he tells you that he's positive you'll do just about anything to get him to stuff you full; that you look like the part in that exact moment. that you look like a girl who'd gladly accept his load; all nasty and depraved, squirming on top of the sheets like that. that if you love having his tongue in your mouth like that, he wonders what you'll be like the moment he goes lower and sticks it into your sticky little hole instead.

and he's gently cooing at you as he speaks those filthy words into your ear or into your mouth, and is perhaps even mocking and making fun of your little mewls and pleas which sound almost broken as they leave your throat because of his hand that has wound up around your neck at some point.

he chokes you as he ruts into you in a way that makes you feel him entirely; even through the layers of clothes he still has on. you want to gasp but he applies just enough pressure that it ever so slightly restricts your airway, making you shudder from the sensation that you know he'll keep on the safe side. thick digits dig deep in all the right places as your mouth pops open and he uses the chance to kiss you again. make you burn all over and experience heatwaves that cause sweat to glimmer on your already-dewy skin.

you can feel him between your legs, all throbbing and heavy when he places his tongue atop your own again. the weight of his cock makes your gaze drop downward and your toes curl against the small of his back as you try to push your hips upwards to gain even more friction. to gain even more pleasure. and he sneers at that ever so slightly, and chuckles at it, too. his thumb drags along your jawline as he squeezes your neck to make you look at him again, and his tired grin is faint but it shines bright like a thousand suns because it is so very rare.

all of it is an assertive kind of control that only years of trust and shared experiences can bring, but it is never forceful; never quite as mean. he cares about you, even as he speaks filth and hints at wanting to fuck you like you're nothing but a mere toy. he loves you even if in that moment - just that single, fleeting moment - he loves your pussy just a little bit more.

your reactions make him feel confident. make him feel like this strong, capable man who you'd fawn over like some silly damsel in distress and who you depend on. he'd never admit it, but it lights up that primal, purely male part of his brain and he just can't help it. he knows you're capable of taking care of yourself just fine, but it's ingrained into his psyche whether he likes it or not.

and all of it makes you nearly delirious, too. he's got that dazed look in his eye as he watches you offer yourself to him so blatantly; the one that makes him pick up the pace and that has you wrapped around his little finger. the one that has got your entrance fluttering around nothing because you're just so ready to take him already. to love him properly the moment he sets you free.

patient, older bakugou has an effect like that, i suppose. he wipes your brain cells away one by one; until you're dumb even before he fucks you into something even dumber.