𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭, 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 // 𝘒. 𝘉𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Chapter 12🌺

All I gotta say about the picture in the mm is.....🤰🏾
When this (🎶) shows up, play the song.
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"Put those legs up for me baby."

You laid on Bakugou's bed, staring into his eyes as you put your legs behind your head.

"Fuuucck~" Bakugou groaned as stuck his dick in your ✨million dollar puthy✨

You inhaled sharply as he groaned, put his ENTIRE peen in you.

"Fucking hell, you're so damn tight." He groaned out as he started hitting yo shit missionary style.

You, on the other hand, were moaning like crazy as Bakugou held your body close, kissing and leaving hickies on your neck.

"Katsuki~" you moaned out as he leaned up and tilted his head back, his mouth formed in a sneaky smile as he stroked in and out of you.

(BYE CAUSE WHY IS IT RENT FREE WHEN I IMAGINE IT)

"That's fuckin' right, Angel Face. Say my fucking name!" He growled, slapping your thigh, causing you to moan out.

He was hitting yo shit in all the right places, making your eyes roll back and go crazy.

"Fuck, Katsuki! I~" you moaned out, your coochie clenching.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Ah~ shit you're squeezing the fuck outta me!" Katsuki moaned as he leaned down and tongue kissed you.

The kisses were sloppy, slow, and nasty. Not only were you both turned on by the ✨stimulation ✨, but you were also turned on by the kisses.

Bakugou's hand then clamped on his headboard as your legs started shaking, the orgasm coming in like an 18-wheeler speeding on the highway.

You grabbed onto his back, scratching that shit tf up as he kissed you moaning into each other's mouths.

Just as both your orgasms were about to hit.....

"Wake up nigga, wake up! Come and get this paper!" Your alarm rang as your eyes shot open, your wings puffier than normal.

You replayed the blurry vision of the dream you just had in your head.

Why was Katsuki fucking the shit outta you? And why was he good at it?

"Can you turn that shit off?" A deep voice from behind you mumbled.

You heard dropped to your ass and you looked at your surroundings, noticing that you were NOT in your room.

"Where in the hell am I?" You thought to yourself, slowly turning your head to see who was behind you.

You came face to face with a bleary-eyed Bakugou.

You stared at him for a second before it hit you.

"Oh shit!" You exclaimed, falling off his bed and hitting the ground roughly.

"Are you done with your little episode? Your uniforms over there. I don't know what shoes you wanted to wear so I just grabbed any pair." He said, pointing at your uniform, neatly folded on his desk with a pair of your Air Force 1's. Your bag was leaning up against the door.