#virginbakugousmut

[milktoastey]

Thinking about slightly delulu, virgin Bakugou who dry humps his pillow thinking about touching you. He’s panting and whining with the door locked and the lights off. Cursing and whimpering under his breath, eyes tightly shut. “Gonna fuck that pretty face s’good. Squeeze this cock so fuckin good.” “Ah-I know you like m-me too. I know you want it. I know- you want me ah ah shit baby.” “Such-such a slut f’me. Ah ah agnh nobody else.” You were just so perfect. For him. You wouldn’t look good with anyone else other than him, no one could make you feel as good as Bakugou. He knew it as an irrefutable, unquestionable, clear-cut truth. You were the perfect match.

He knew no one could ever protect you like he could. Protect your pretty curves and your lewd body. If not him, then who? Who could take care of you and look after you like he could? He deserved you. Deserved your soft touches and your affections, you in his room under his sheets, your tits bouncing while he creampied you, fucking his kids into you, your pussy clenching around his dick- your virginity. It was all his. “Mines. All mines. M-my pretty girl. C’mon m’ so close, I-I please. Please. C-c’mon baby- I’m so close to cumming. P-please.” If he could just get you alone, get you to confess. Admit that only he was worthy of your attention- your body. Your love, “I-I love you. I love you baby. I know you love me too. Right? Right?” He imagined your response, breathy and whiny and filled with utmost sincerity. You would shake your head. Completely drunk on his dick, with tears in your eyes, telling him over and over again how much you loved him. Praising him, and telling him how perfect he was for you. You would kiss him, leading him by the hair, softly and sweetly. “L-love you. S’much. So much.” And then he was cumming, panting softly, already curling in on himself. The swollen, pink tip of his cock was gushing white stickiness against his boxers. It soaked through and the hot wetness dribbled down his legs. It was all so sexual, how could he even dare to look at you the following morning? Knowing he humped his pillow to the thought of your bouncing breast and creaming pussy. Moaned your name with the thought of your waist and the flare of your hips in mind.

He crumpled into his sheets folding in on himself, his dick was still spasming wildly, and his hips were twitching. He wondered if you fucked yourself the same way he did to himself. If you humped your pillow, rubbing your wet pussy against the fabric. He wondered about the noises you would make, the things you would whisper under your breath. How your tits would bounce while riding your pillow, imagining it was his cock instead. How you would slip your shirt and bra off, with your fingers in your mouth, and start swirling them around your pert nipples. Holding on to your pillow and arching your back.

A hard tent reformed in his boxers, covered in slick. His abs instinctively flexed and even in the dark tint of his room he could see the wet spot on his underwear and sheets. “All her fault” He leaned his head back against his headboard, his righty slivering around his cock. He wish you were here. He wanted you so badly. He wouldn’t even know what to say. He would pull you in by the waist, and kiss you, and never let you go. Once he had you, which was only in a matter of time, he wasn’t ever not going to be inside you. Never taking his virgin dick from out your pretty face or your pretty pussy. He let out a breathy sigh and pumped his cock to you, when tomorrow morning came (shortly after he did) he woke up with a raging boner, now, you were invading his dreams too. Later that day, he completely ignored you and pretended your presence was nonexistent.