this smut is from katusverse
Warm, golden rays seeped through the glass windows, gently kissing your skin to greet you a good morning. Squirming under the sun's heat, your hand darted toward the other side of the bed.
Landing on the flimsy material of the bedsheet, a shiver ran down from your spine as you felt a glacial sensation nipped your fingertips. A groan rumbled from your throat, disappointed at what welcomed you. You were expecting to caress a set of defined ridges, feeling the firm curvature of each mound under your touch. At every contact with it, a burning sensation would sear through your fingertips, causing a delightful tingle coursing through your skin.
Due to the lack of warmth you were seeking, you fluttered your eyes open to see the other side of the bed empty. Your husband wasn't there.
"That's why," you mumbled as you sat up from your previous position. The smooth fabric that covered your body slowly slid down, revealing the bare canvas of your skin. With your gaze straying down, heat suddenly swarmed your cheeks at the sight of crimson spots that littered all over you. Some of them even graded into blue-ish hues.
Then, the memory of last night came back to you, etching a sinful image on your mind. Bakugou's large body hovered over yours as he vigorously pounded into your drenched pussy. Along with his rough grunts, the room was filled with lewd sounds of skin against skin; his balls loudly smacked against your ass. Every single ruthless rut of his hips brought you closer to your release as his cock brushed against your g-spot. His name continuously rolled off your tongue in a wanton chorus.
A deep and hoarse voice resounded delightfully in your ears as he spoke, "fuckin' cum for me, babe." His thumb sloppily drew circles on your clit, driving you to your orgasm. Bakugou let out a deep growl, feeling you convulsed under his grasp as you cum all over his cock. "Good girl," he rasped, continuing to thrust into you as he chased his own release.
"Fuck–" a groan erupted from his throat as he spurted loads of his warm seed into you, filling you to the brim with his cum.
Reminiscing the sweet sensation you felt last night, you rubbed your thighs together, alleviating the growing heat in your core as its walls clenched around nothing. A feeble whine escaped your lips, feeling your arousal slowly dripped and covered your folds. You were getting horny in the first hour of the morning. However, without lasting a few minutes, it vanished into thin air as soon as a rich and delicious aroma reached your nostrils. You felt a grumble on your stomach.
Sighing, you stood up and went to your shared cabinet. A lingering ache throbbed on your muscles as you searched for comfortable clothing. Still exhausted from last night's activity, you got the nearest article, which was Bakugou's black shirt.
After putting on his shirt, you headed to the kitchen, where the source of the pleasant smell is.
Your eyes sparkled, seeing the familiar brown rolls—with steam coming out of it—that settled atop of the table. It was your favorite bread. Without wasting another second, your hand grabbed the soft pastry, instantly taking a bite out of it.
You moaned as the bread crumbled down, melting under the warmth of your mouth; a robust flavor exploded, letting you savor its taste. Sighing blissfully, you continued to munch down until not a speck of a crumb was left. You were about to go for a second round when you felt strong arms wrapped around your waist and a firm body against your back. Strands of hair rose as a warm tingle elapsed on your skin when you felt a hot puff of breath grazed on the nape of your neck.
"You're not even going to greet your husband a good morning?"
Bakugou pressed a soft kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, eliciting a delightful shudder from you. Turning around to face him, you parted your lips open to reply, but your words died down. Instead of greeting him a good morning, you were the one who was greeted by a good morning.
Without a shirt clad on his body, taut muscles blessed your vision, witnessing every dip and curves. E/C irises became opaque, smeared with lust as it slowly wandered down his body. His grey sweatpants hung loosely around his hips, revealing his v-line. Because of its thin fabric, you could see the outline of his huge dick.
Seeing it once more, your tongue slid across your lips. Oh, the things that you could do with it, pouring all of your love, attention and desires.
Suddenly, your salacious gaze on his crotch was interrupted. Bakugou tucked his fingers under your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze. A fiery blaze trailed over your skin as he rested his forehead against yours. With a heavy rasp, he asked, "what the fuck are you lookin' at, hah?"
Your nimble hand sneakily went to his crotch, pampering his dick with gentle caresses of your palm. The corner of your lips tugged upward, hearing a groan slipped past his lips, as you said, "just appreciating my breakfast."
