MHA M!Yandere x Reader Oneshots

Bath-time 🧡🍋

Katsuki Bakugou x (Male) Reader
(3rd POV)

*Kinda felt like writing this for my own inner cravings, so if you're not comfortable with yaoi, please don't read!*

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Continuous drops of water dripped from the faucet, mixing with already existing water from below. It nearly filled the bathtub, threatening to spill from the sides.

Y/N had his eyes closed, his head slightly tilted up towards the ceiling. Bakugou sat behind him, washing the suds away from the other boy's skin. Both were content with staying silent, mainly due to Y/N's exhaustion. Only hours prior, Y/N had to endure copious amounts of fucking. Well, that was his fault. If he hadn't asked for Midoriya, he could've been sleeping soundly instead of having cum washed off his body.

"Where is he?"

Bakugou scoffed, tightening his grip on the loofah. He didn't want to answer the question, but knew Y/N would get the answer out of him sooner or later.

"Where else would he be? He's in the basement, probably rotting or something." Bakugou grumbled, continuing to wash Y/N's back. The suds slid down his body, making a soapy ring around his skin.

Y/N huffed, crossing his arms. He didn't feel like being in the bathtub anymore. The water was starting to lose its warmth, which felt uncomfortable. Y/N could feel goosebumps rise on his arms. With a sigh, he prepared to stand up.

"Who said you could leave?" arms wrapped around his torso, pulling Y/N back into the water. He gasped upon colliding against Katsuki's chest, arms flailing to find some type of support.

"I'm already clean, Katsuki!" Y/N persisted, shuffling to try and escape the bathtub. Bakugou only laughed, squeezing his boyfriend tighter.

While he was indeed clean, Y/N mainly wanted to check up on Midoriya. He had only wanted to have a small chat with Y/N, but Bakugou took it the wrong way. Only minutes after entering the home he and Y/N shared, Midoriya was dragged into the basement. Y/N hadn't heard anything since, and was starting to become worried.

"Hey, Y/N," Bakugou asked, his voice dropping into a more quiet, careful tone. "You're still hard from earlier, aren't you?"

Y/N stopped moving when his shaft was gripped tightly, with Bakugou's hand making subtle up and down movements. It was true he never got off from earlier, but again, that was his punishment. Y/N tried to ignore the pleasurable feelings, once again rising out of the water.

"I don't think you're clean yet, Y/N," the boy started to lose his patience when he was yet again dragged back into the tub, now whimpering upon feeling Bakugou's cock harden against his tailbone. "Be a good boy like you were earlier and I'll help you."

Bakugou wrapped his hand around Y/N's cock again, pumping it slowly. The boy wiggled, truly desiring to get out of the tub. His boyfriend only smiled, leaning closer against Y/N. Bakugou moaned when his cock briefly slid against Y/N's skin, although it was nothing new. It was a feeling he would never tire of.

"A cute cock, body, and face. What more could I ask for?" Bakugou voiced out his fantasies, not noticing the quick flash of annoyance Y/N gave. The smaller boy sighed, relaxing against Bakugou. There was no way to get out of this, so why not just go along with it until he was satisfied?

Suddenly, Y/N yelped when Bakugou harshly squeezed his shaft, stopping his movements. Looking down, Y/N realized he had tried inching his own hand towards his cock. Bakugou never liked Y/N touching himself, but he simply forgot.

"This is my cock, not yours. You don't get to touch it," he loosened his grip, palming Y/N's tip instead. Y/N mewled, leaning against Bakugou's chest for support. His head was tipped back against his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling like moments before. "You're fucking pulsating...are you gonna cum, Y/N?"

Y/N rapidly nodded, biting his lower lip. He could feel Bakugou breathe against his neck, his lips barely brushing against his skin.

It almost burned, to the point where Y/N couldn't stop squirming. He wanted to release everything that had been pent up for hours. Bakugou's calloused fingers made him shiver with each stroke, beckoning him closer to what Y/N wanted.

With only a few more strokes, Y/N came. His cum mixed with the water, invisible to the naked eye. Bakugou separated his hand, instead letting it slide up Y/N's torso.

He was quickly spun around, his chest pressing against Bakugou's. Y/N groaned when his sensitive cocked brushed against Bakugou's, which was growing stiffer by the second. The blond drew Y/N's hips closer, further pressing their cocks against one another. One groaned out of the exhaustion, the other pleasure.

"Katsuki...I-I'm tired!" Y/N pleaded, laying his head against Bakugou's shoulder. He only hummed, lifting Y/N's hips up a slight bit. His hand skimmed across Y/N's back, delving further below under the water. The boy jumped feeling Bakugou's cock brush against his ass, and then his hips were pulled back down.

"I-I..." Y/N moaned, eyes brimming with unshed tears. He should've been used to the stretch by now, but it still felt new everytime. Bakugou's cock continued to push inside, bottoming out after a few seconds.

"You have a little more energy, don't you?" He asked, slightly shifting his hips. The small movement made Y/N shudder, gripping Bakugou's forearms for support. Shaking his head no, he nearly shut his eyes and kept them closed. "Alright, then." was all Bakugou replied with.

He lifted Y/N up until only the tip remained, and shoved him back down. Y/N cried out, and was then muffled by Bakugou's hand. His hips continued to be abused, bruises forming in the shape of handprints. Up and down, and then repeat. Not even a hand could silence Y/N, whose moans bounced off of the tiled walls. The water sloshed out of the bathtub, making the floor slippery.

"Wait, I'm gonna cum again..." Y/N mumbled, wrapping his arms against Bakugou's neck. His hips started to move on their own, lessening the load for Bakugou.

"Hah...Fuck-"

His cock hit a certain point in Y/N, making the boy yelp and squeeze harder. Bakugou groaned, thrusting his hips up into Y/N harder. The pair tried to be more quiet, but who else was around to hear?

Y/N couldn't believe when Bakugou smashed his lips with his, tongue pushing inside. Never before had the blond kissed him, but Y/N felt his heart melting the slightest bit. If Bakugou could only kiss him a little more, he'd be prone to-

Cum shot across the blond's abdomen, some splattering against his chest. He didn't care, reaching in between them to stroke Y/N's cock. Y/N started to cry, the sensitivity becoming too much. His ass felt sore, as did his body. The relentless thrusts inside of him distracted Y/N from having cummed against his boyfriend.

"Babe, look at me-" Bakugou demanded, although Y/N didn't have a hard time listening. His eyes were hooded, nearly closing shut. He was kissed one more time before Bakugou moaned, pushing deep into Y/N.

Just like hours before, Y/N felt hot cum paint his insides. It was a feeling that gave butterflies; the feeling traveled from his abdomen, up his throat. It made his cheeks flush even deeper, his mind going blank.

They sat still together, Y/N's ass still filled with Bakugou's cock and cum. Neither dared to separate, too tired to move. Y/N pecked a tiny kiss against the blond's cheek, and then realized he was dirty once more.

"I think I like bath-time, Katsuki."

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What have I done....😔🙏