⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ SHAWTY IS GOIN’ LEGIT!

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ VENICE. 20. SHE/HER. BLACK.

radar is buzzin! fast car — syd.

the voice! goofy ass ven + goofy ass ken = ♡

001! — about me // 002! — rules // 003! — charanon list // 004! — tags // 005! — main

Katsuki loves his job. He has worked hard for so many years for it, but his job is just that; a job. It isn’t someone he can confide in, it isn’t someone he can argue back and forth with over stupid shit, it isn’t someone who could love him on his good and bad days. No, it’s none of that, but you could be. You never get to see the little smiles that appear on his face when he watches you have an attitude with someone other than him, or the way he internally laughs when you say a joke that he claims isn’t funny, or the way your eyes light up when you are bragging about something that truly makes you happy. He never showed you his vulnerable side and he kicks his ass over it everyday. Being stone cold is what made him lose you and he never wants to do that again.

He wants you.

“Venice, look at me.” He states, his hand holding your chin so you are forced to meet his soft crimson eyes. “We both know I do give a damn about my reputation. That’s fuckin’ obvious, but it should also be obvious that I fuckin’ love you and want to be with you. The city can be rebuilt, my reputation can be fixed, everything can, but,” he lays his forehead against yours, “I still need to fix losing you. I can’t fix the past, but I sure as hell can fix the future.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

Getting the shampoo, he lathers up your hair and massages your scalp, smiling down at you when you contently sigh as he makes you feel good. He lets you wash it out before putting your conditioner in then washing you with your favorite body wash on a wash cloth, starting with your back. He delivers gentle kisses on your damp skin that didn’t have soap, whispering little praises, “you’re so beautiful,” “that’s my pretty girl.”

You two are being vulnerable for once and maybe, just maybe, there is a chance for happily ever after. Can you two make this work?

Once you two are clean, he dries you off and hands you one of his t-shirts that will be big on you. He enjoyed seeing you in his clothing. He already took you downstairs with him to cuddle and watch television; a side to Katsuki that seemed foreign. He also seemed very lost in thought, very nervous and not as confident as he usually is.

C’mon, Katsuki. Just say it.

“So, Venice.” He finally asked once you two finished another episode of your favorite show. You gazed up at him, letting him know you have his attention. “Would you like to go on a date or some shit to like make,” he pauses trying to find the right word, but none come to mind, “this official?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

Like clockwork, his dick releases the cum into your dripping wet pussy. Your tight walls engulf every single sperm, milking every drop and then some. Katsuki pants, his body noticeably sweaty from how rough he was fucking you.

Cupping your face with his large calloused hand, he grazes his thumb over your cheekbone. He meets your eyes, seeing you are still a bit gone from the punishment and rough fucking.

“You still with me, baby?” He asked, an endearing side that was rare to see. He truly does love you. When you nod yes, he softly grins. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Good fuckin girl.” He praises, his teeth gritting as he thrust into your tighter walls more, “so fuckin’ good.” The veins in his erected cock twitched and his balls tighten, a mumbled moan pry through his lips as he throws his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, I’m about to cum.” He warns, thrusting harder to meet his high, sweat droplets forming on his big ass forehead. His nails dig deeper into your thighs, gaining support as pre-cum leaks from his sensitive tip into the depths of your tight pussy.

—Katsuki Bakugo

“So fuckin’ tight.” He groans, thrusting in and out of your weeping cunt, your cum making it so easy for him to do so. He never wants to leave your cunt. He forever wants to have this connection with you. It felt like heaven to him. Just having you near him did; whether that be sex or not.

When your eyes roll back in pleasure, your back arching, moans releasing from your gaping lips, he smirks. “Yeah, who makin’ you feel this good huh?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki removes any articles of clothing, his hard cock exposed as he looks at your soaked bottom half. His dick should slide in quite easily and it did once he aligned himself with you. “So fuckin’ wet, baby. God damn. You feel—fuck—so fuckin’ good.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

Coming in the last time, Katsuki examines the mess you made all over his bed, hearing your cries. His hard stance softens, seeing how desperately you need him. “Aw, has my pretty girl had enough?” He coo’s, examining your water filled eyes, puffy cheeks, and cries for him. All you can do is call to him.

“Shh, Daddy is here. You’re okay. Punishment is over.” He comforts, turning off the vibrator. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. We may not be able to sleep on the bed tonight.” He teases, his fingers ghosting over your swollen clit. He sees you cry and wince. “So swollen. My girl needs some cuddle hm?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

See sweet Katsuki is back as promised — mod

Deciding to go easy on you, he decided the punishment will be unsatisfying and satisfying all at once. Getting the rope, handcuffs, and vibrator, he directs for you to stand up with his simple hand command you learned. Putting the restraints to the bed post, he goes “lay down on your back.”

Guiding you to do so and handcuffing your arms to the bed. “This,” he pulls out a little vibrator from his sweatpants, smirking at your wide eyes, “yeah you know exactly what this is, don’t you?” He teases, turning it on the highest setting and opening your legs to position right on your clit. “You’re going to have this on you for about,” he pauses to check his watch, “an hour and half. I’ll come back to check on you periodically, sound good?”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Got me lookin’ stupid and shit. Over your ass not knowing how to respond to a fuckin’ text. What kind of shit is that?” He rants, his crimson’s turning dark. “Get undressed and sit on the bed while I decide what the fuck I want to do to your sorry ass. Don’t keep me waiting.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Go to the bedroom,” he gruffly demands, nibbling your ear and harshly slapping your ass, “now.” The words and patterns you both know all too well. He cannot help but smile when you obey his orders, hot on your heels into the bedroom.

His hand flies to your neck, a collar he loves seeing on you. Leading you to your knees, he pays your head in approval, but keep his hand around your throat. “Y’know what you are getting punished for, correct?” He quizzes, a shock to you. Then it hit you. You completely ignored him and made a fool out of him. He isn’t showing it, but Katsuki is beyond pissed. Your body will feel it soon enough though. That is one thing that is for certain.

—Katsuki Bakugo

Holding your face firmly once he has had enough of your intoxicating lips, he lowly growls. “You’re not going anywhere, ya hear me? You’re staying right fuckin’ here.” He did not even give you an opportunity to argue or protest as he pushes in your cheeks to pucker your lips and kiss them some more. He just wants to forever taste your lips and for you to be forever his.

Please always stay.

—Katsuki Bakugo

“Thank you, Katsuki.” You say, making your way to the door, but before you could fully step out, he grabs your wrist with his strong calloused hand, shoving you against the white door to close it and aggressively kiss your lips, only pulling away to say four magical words. “I love you, Venice.” He admits, not meaning to vomit the words out, but it was too late. They are already in your eardrums. Then he repeats it, caging you in and looking deeply in your eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.”

—Katsuki Bakugo

The public has finally seen the broken side of Katsuki Bakugo. A side that no one has ever seen in their lifetime but the pro-hero Deku. That being said, the media went and ran with it. His rank started plummeting, the public began losing trust in him, and people started coming forward with horror stories in attempt to cancel him completely.

He did not care.

Katsuki laid in bed, starring at the ceiling. He knows the news is going insane from the ticking time bomb he has been. His publicist is already blowing up his phone, yelling nonsense to him. Sadly for them, he does not care. His chest felt like it was bleeding. No, it truly was. The man is completely broken. Emotions he didn’t even know he had for you came to the surface and he hated you for that. He hated that he cared for you in this way. The way he craved your existence in his, but he also hated you for being too much in his space. You might see the good side that Katsuki keeps behind closed doors. You might see him vulnerable.

A heavy knock on the front door breaks his thoughts. He isn’t expecting company. “Could it be her?” He thinks, his broken heart racing at the thought like he races down the stairs to the front door.

Opening the door, he reveals an angry you. “Venice,” he sighs, welcoming you in without saying so and closing the door behind you, standing in front of it with his arms crossed. Almost like he is guarding it. “What are you doing here?”

—Katsuki Bakugo