The scent of sugar and vanilla hit Katsuki the moment he stepped through the balcony doors, his boots landing softly on the polished floor. His penthouse was warm, the air thick with the aroma of freshly baked goods. He smirked, his sharp red eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. There she was, his wife, standing in the kitchen with her back to him, her hips swaying slightly as she pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. Her ass—god, her ass—was practically spilling out of those tiny shorts she always wore, the fabric stretched taut over her curves. It was a miracle she could even move in them.But something was off. He noticed it immediately—the way her hands trembled as she set the tray down, the frantic energy in her movements. She was usually so composed, but today, she looked like she was barely holding it together. His smirk faded slightly as he watched her, his protective instincts kicking in. “What’s got you so worked up?” he muttered under his breath, though he already knew the answer. She’d seen his fight on TV, and it had clearly shaken her. He could see it in the way she fumbled with the oven mittHe crossed the room silently, his presence like a storm brewing behind her. She didn’t notice him at first, too focused on her baking, but when his hands slid around her waist, she jumped, letting out a soft gasp.“Katsuki!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the heat of the oven or his sudden appearance, he couldn’t tell. “You scared me.”“Good,” he growled, his voice low and rough. His hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. “You looked tense on TV today. Thought I’d come home and help you relax.”She shivered under his touch, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer, his chest pressing against her back. “I wasn’t tense,” she protested weakly, though the way her body leaned into his betrayed her words.“Bullshit,” he muttered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You were stress-baking again. Don’t lie to me.”She let out a soft laugh, but it was cut short when his hands moved lower, cupping her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. His grip was firm, possessive, and she couldn’t help but arch into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch.“Katsuki…” she breathed, her voice trembling.“You know what your problem is?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “You’re too damn oblivious. Walking around with that ass on display, driving every man in the city crazy, and you don’t even realize it.”She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin, his hands squeezing her ass harder. “I-I don’t—”“Shut up,” he interrupted, his voice a low growl. “You’re mine. And I’m gonna make sure you remember that.”Before she could respond, he spun her around, pinning her against the counter. His lips crashed onto hers in a searing kiss, all heat and hunger. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his spiky blonde hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with a possessive urgency.Her body melted against his, her curves pressing into his muscular frame. He could feel every inch of her, and it only fueled his desire. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her ass as he kissed her with a ferocity that left her breathless.When he finally pulled away, they were both panting, their breaths mingling in the space between them. His red eyes burned with intensity as he stared down at her, his hands still gripping her ass.“You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice rough with need. “And tonight, I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”She nodded, her eyes wide and filled with desire. “Yes, Katsuki.”He smirked, his hands sliding up to the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, and he wasted no time in capturing one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple as she gasped and arched into him.His hands moved to the button of her shorts, popping it open and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He groaned at the sight of her, his cock straining against his pants.“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her. “You’re so fucking perfect.”She whimpered as he ground against her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. His lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as his hands explored every inch of her curves.He broke the kiss long enough to lift her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. She was completely exposed to him now, and he took a moment to admire the sight before him.“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She shivered under his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he teased her.When his fingers finally brushed against her wetness, she let out a moan, her hips bucking against his hand. He smirked, slipping a finger inside her, feeling how tight and warm she was.“Katsuki…” she whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as he began to move his finger in and out of her.“That’s it,” he growled, adding a second finger and curling them just right to hit that spot that made her cry out. “Let me hear you.”She moaned loudly, her head falling back as he worked her with his fingers. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.When he felt her walls clench around his fingers, he pulled them out, earning a whimper of protest from her. But before she could complain, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs.She cried out as his tongue flicked against her clit, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. He was relentless, driving her higher and higher until she was trembling on the edge of release.“Katsuki… I’m gonna…” she gasped, her voice breaking as she came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure.He didn’t let up until she was spent, her body limp against the counter. Only then did he pull away, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was painfully hard now, and he wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down.She watched him with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. When he stepped between her legs, she reached for him, her hands trembling as she wrapped them around his cock.He groaned as she stroked him, his hips thrusting into her hand. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself to her entrance.When he pushed inside her, they both let out a moan, the sensation overwhelming. She was so tight, so warm, and he had to fight the urge to lose himself in her right then and there.He started slow, savoring the feel of her around him as he thrust in and out of her. But it wasn’t long before he lost control, his pace quickening as he drove into her with a desperate need.She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with equal fervor. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each movement bringing them closer to the edge.“Katsuki…” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”He knew what she wanted, and he wasn’t about to deny her. His hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. She cried out, her body tightening around him as she came again.Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Finally, he pulled out of her, his hands gripping her hips as he looked down at her.“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice rough with satisfaction. “And I’m not done with you yet.”She looked up at him with wide eyes, her body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling. “What do you mean?”He smirked, his hands sliding up to cup her ass once more. “I mean,” he said, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “we’re just getting started.”

The scent of sugar and vanilla hit Katsuki the moment he stepped through the balcony doors, his boots landing softly on the polished floor. His penthouse was warm, the air thick with the aroma of freshly baked goods. He smirked, his sharp red eyes scanning the room until they landed on her. There she was, his wife, standing in the kitchen with her back to him, her hips swaying slightly as she pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. Her ass—god, her ass—was practically spilling out of those tiny shorts she always wore, the fabric stretched taut over her curves. It was a miracle she could even move in them.

But something was off. He noticed it immediately—the way her hands trembled as she set the tray down, the frantic energy in her movements. She was usually so composed, but today, she looked like she was barely holding it together. His smirk faded slightly as he watched her, his protective instincts kicking in. 

“What’s got you so worked up?” he muttered under his breath, though he already knew the answer. She’d seen his fight on TV, and it had clearly shaken her. He could see it in the way she fumbled with the oven mitt

He crossed the room silently, his presence like a storm brewing behind her. She didn’t notice him at first, too focused on her baking, but when his hands slid around her waist, she jumped, letting out a soft gasp.

“Katsuki!” she exclaimed, turning her head to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the heat of the oven or his sudden appearance, he couldn’t tell. “You scared me.”

“Good,” he growled, his voice low and rough. His hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. “You looked tense on TV today. Thought I’d come home and help you relax.”

She shivered under his touch, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer, his chest pressing against her back. “I wasn’t tense,” she protested weakly, though the way her body leaned into his betrayed her words.

“Bullshit,” he muttered, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “You were stress-baking again. Don’t lie to me.”

She let out a soft laugh, but it was cut short when his hands moved lower, cupping her ass through the thin fabric of her shorts. His grip was firm, possessive, and she couldn’t help but arch into him, her body responding instinctively to his touch.

“Katsuki…” she breathed, her voice trembling.

“You know what your problem is?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck. “You’re too damn oblivious. Walking around with that ass on display, driving every man in the city crazy, and you don’t even realize it.”

She gasped as his teeth grazed her skin, his hands squeezing her ass harder. “I-I don’t—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted, his voice a low growl. “You’re mine. And I’m gonna make sure you remember that.”

Before she could respond, he spun her around, pinning her against the counter. His lips crashed onto hers in a searing kiss, all heat and hunger. She moaned into his mouth, her hands tangling in his spiky blonde hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers with a possessive urgency.

Her body melted against his, her curves pressing into his muscular frame. He could feel every inch of her, and it only fueled his desire. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her ass as he kissed her with a ferocity that left her breathless.

When he finally pulled away, they were both panting, their breaths mingling in the space between them. His red eyes burned with intensity as he stared down at her, his hands still gripping her ass.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice rough with need. “And tonight, I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”

She nodded, her eyes wide and filled with desire. “Yes, Katsuki.”

He smirked, his hands sliding up to the hem of her shirt. In one swift motion, he pulled it over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts spilled out of her bra, and he wasted no time in capturing one in his mouth, his tongue swirling around her nipple as she gasped and arched into him.

His hands moved to the button of her shorts, popping it open and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but her panties. He groaned at the sight of her, his cock straining against his pants.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed himself against her. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

She whimpered as he ground against her, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. His lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as his hands explored every inch of her curves.

He broke the kiss long enough to lift her onto the counter, spreading her legs wide. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside. She was completely exposed to him now, and he took a moment to admire the sight before him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She shivered under his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he teased her.

When his fingers finally brushed against her wetness, she let out a moan, her hips bucking against his hand. He smirked, slipping a finger inside her, feeling how tight and warm she was.

“Katsuki…” she whimpered, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as he began to move his finger in and out of her.

“That’s it,” he growled, adding a second finger and curling them just right to hit that spot that made her cry out. “Let me hear you.”

She moaned loudly, her head falling back as he worked her with his fingers. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

When he felt her walls clench around his fingers, he pulled them out, earning a whimper of protest from her. But before she could complain, he dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs as he buried his face between her legs.

She cried out as his tongue flicked against her clit, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. He was relentless, driving her higher and higher until she was trembling on the edge of release.

“Katsuki… I’m gonna…” she gasped, her voice breaking as she came undone, her body convulsing with pleasure.

He didn’t let up until she was spent, her body limp against the counter. Only then did he pull away, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was painfully hard now, and he wasted no time in unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down.

She watched him with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. When he stepped between her legs, she reached for him, her hands trembling as she wrapped them around his cock.

He groaned as she stroked him, his hips thrusting into her hand. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself to her entrance.

When he pushed inside her, they both let out a moan, the sensation overwhelming. She was so tight, so warm, and he had to fight the urge to lose himself in her right then and there.

He started slow, savoring the feel of her around him as he thrust in and out of her. But it wasn’t long before he lost control, his pace quickening as he drove into her with a desperate need.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with equal fervor. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each movement bringing them closer to the edge.

“Katsuki…” she moaned, her voice trembling with need. “Please…”

He knew what she wanted, and he wasn’t about to deny her. His hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles. She cried out, her body tightening around him as she came again.

Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and with a guttural groan, he spilled himself inside her, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into her.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together as they caught their breath. Finally, he pulled out of her, his hands gripping her hips as he looked down at her.

“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice rough with satisfaction. “And I’m not done with you yet.”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling. “What do you mean?”

He smirked, his hands sliding up to cup her ass once more. “I mean,” he said, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “we’re just getting started.”

Katsuki Bakugo, Japan's number two hero, returns home to find his secret wife stress-baking after witnessing his intense fight on TV. He decides to help her destress through a night of passionate interplay, including sensual kissing, and intense body worship, with a strong focus on anal play.

Their encounter starts with Katsuki's dominance in the kitchen, leading to a deep throat praise session, and a cum dumpster roleplay. Katsuki's possessive nature and his wife's submission create a dynamic where their hands intertwine and their bodies move in perfect harmony.

My sugary sweet

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