katsyukis

Ever since your breakup, Bakugo has avoided you like the plague, unable to face the reality he brought upon himself. Work came before your relationship, what broke you two up in the first place.

Until tonight. A sixteen hour patrol shift must’ve shaken something loose in his chest.

He’s in your apartment, past midnight, begging for a second chance. Everyone knows he doesn’t beg. Bakugo would rather die than be caught pleading for anything, but even the strongest men can be bent and broken by their deepest desires.

He’s spread out on your bed, naked and desperate, to show just how much he wants you back in his life. His thighs are parted, a hand stroking his dick trying to imagining your gentle hands on him instead of his own rough ones. It’s torturous having you watch him like this — mortifying, even.

you’ve told the girls katsuki does. especially when he wears his glasses at bedtime, climbing into his bed with another girl across the room. your heart races when he looks at you from his bed, staring at you like he’s trying to tell you he’d rather be with you right now.

in the mornings, he’s always up at the same time as you. grumpily trodding out the bathroom, rubbing his palm against his bare stomach. those fucking glasses on and messy wheat blonde bed hair.

“you look beautiful.” he mumbles to you as you tie your sarong around your waist. he leans on the doorframe to the girls make up room, biting down on his lip with sleep creases on his cheek.

you’ve just got your bikini on, not having done your makeup yet. his ruby eyes hold so much, mostly sleep deprivation but also admiration for you.

you don’t look at his tiny tight boxers as he crosses his arms across his chest.

“thanks katsuki,” you breathe, focusing on putting your hair in place in the mirror.

why are you staying loyal to your couple? isn’t the point of this experience to talk to as many people as you can? find a real connection?

it’s a few seconds of silence. you looking through your makeup bag as katsuki looks over at you.

“you okay?” you ask, peering at him through your lashes.

“i’m not… fuck i’m not tryna pressure you or anythin’. i’d hate for you to think that,” he sighs, shoves his fingertips under his glasses to rub his eyes, “but i’m still around. waitin’ if you wanna give me a chance.”

you moan to yourself. you’re not sure why you’re so afraid of giving him a chance. perhaps the fact you know he will be perfect for you. but what will everyone else say? the talk of how quickly you dropped shouto, two weeks long, for this new bombshell? isn’t that the point of it all?

“katsuki…,” you trail off.

he lets himself in the room.

“can i sit? i wont fuck anythin’ up.”

you nod, studying how this big, six foot six man plops down in one of the makeup stools beside you.

he even smells good after a sweaty night sleep, looks sexy as hell too. sweet and sugary. a touch of mint from just brushing his teeth.

“what’s the glasses for?” you ask, checking your face in the mirror. you can’t be looking stupid in front of him.

katsuki chuckles, “shit eyes.”

you roll your eyes, “i know that, idiot. long sighted or short short sighted.”

he spreads his legs to get comfortable, crosses his arms and leans forward to stretch his back. it feels as if he’s under your nose, all around your body. his presence is all consuming, warm.

“shortsighted. can’t miss what’s right in front of me,” he sniffs, “gotta have them on if i’m talkin’ to you.”

“shut up,” you whisper, so clearly amused. you adjust the strap of your bikini while he stares at your lips. “how’s your couple going?”

he pushes his glasses up his nose, makes a scrunched up face at your question. “in the nicest way possible, i couldn’t give a fuck.”

you slap his arm, “katsuki!”

“no wait, i mean we get on as friends but there’s nothing romantic there. nothing like an actual couple.” he tries to explain.

you raise your eyebrows at him. you get it. a few of your girls are in one right now. you opt to put your hair in a slick ponytail, smoothing out the bumps on your head. bakugou struggles to look away.

then he tilts his head, “what about you and what’s his face? you still lovin’ it there?”

“it’s complicated.” you grab your brush but you can’t get your hair to look right. you sigh to yourself, arms aching in the air.

“i can do it?”

you look at him through the mirror. he pokes his tongue in his cheek.

“my hair?”

“yeah? looks easy, dunno what you’re doing wrong.”

the audacity makes you give him a try, letting go of your hair for him to try.

“go on then. pro hero and a hairdresser. jack of all trades.”

bakugou smirks, rising from his stool, “yeah. that’s what they call me.”

with ease he swoops up your hair in one calloused hand and immediately your eyes widen. you’ve not even kissed the guy yet but with his hips to your back, holding your hair tight like this, somehow feels even more intimate.

“pass the brush. i’ll show you how it’s done.”

“you’re acting like i’ve never done it before.”

“this is gonna be the best ponytail you’ve ever had.”

he takes an odd boyish technique to it. holding your hair in a fist as he slowly brushes out every bump. he takes care, bending closer and looking at you through the mirror to check again. you’re cheek to cheek and you feel your body heat up like you’re out on the terrace and not in an air conditioned room.

“that’s good, right? smooth as hell,” he whispers next to you, voice husky.

“y-yeah. looks good.”

“sick,” he grins, grabbing your two hair bands off the table and tying your hair up into a high pony tail.

then katsuki steps away as if to check over his work.

“pretty. i’d kiss you if i was in a couple with you.”

you pout instinctively, “i’ll talk with shouto to keep him in the loop. i do… i think we’d get on.”

both your heads dart to the door at the sound of footsteps and giggles. everyone’s awake now.

“i think we’d more than get on, princess.”

“yn, baby! there you are!” your best friend momo says in her pyjamas, coming around the table to give you a side hug. “hey katsuki.”

katsuki grunts a hi, slowly inching out the room without taking his eyes off you.

“love the hair. how’d you get it so clean?”

you don’t give him the satisfaction, “trial and error, babe.”

“i’ll see you two later,” bakugou says, hand on the top of the doorframe to leave. “i’m gonna pull you later, yn.”

then he’s off down the corridor.

momo opens her eyes wide, staring at you. “spill. how long were you both in here? are you giving him a chance now? you… you didn’t kiss did you?”

you shake your hands in the air, “no, no, no! no kisses but i think i’m gonna give him a chance.” you throw your head back and close your eyes, “i’m scared of how much i’m going to like him.”

momo grins, “finally, babe. i’ve been waiting for you to wake up! you deserve excitement, fun, even love! and he’s fine as fuck! it’s going to be fun either way.”

about twenty minutes later, more girls have flooded the make up room getting ready while you sit back on the sofa and chat with everyone.

he’s hard to ignore, bakugou katsuki, as he steps into the room for the second time in the morning.

“for you,” he thrusts a green matcha at you. a pink straw out the top.

he’s got black shorts on now but still those goddamn glasses.

“thanks katsuki.”

“no worries, princess. see you outside.”

he doesn’t waste anytime, hating how all eyes are on him and the room has fallen silent. though he waits for you to take a sip, a slow smirk rising as you nod in delight.

“tasty! i’ll see you out there.”

with that, he nods, circling out the room.

“did he fucking call you princess?”

“are you finally letting him in now? that poor boy has been waiting!”

hey man i think i’ll love you forever

bakugou katsuki knows why he is a virgin. it’s pretty simple really despite the fact he is surrounded by beautiful women often. socialites, the new buzzing influencers, actors and pro heroes like.

it’s because he’s obsessed with his job. always has been. since he was a child who was dreaming of becoming a hero, to his teenage years fighting wars to now in his early twenties, working towards becoming number one.

women and mostly importantly, getting his dick wet, has never been number one on his list of priorities. sure he’d go to film premiers for that hero franchise he loves, occasionally a gorgeous woman would talk to him.

but the thing about growing up uninterested in sex and the only women around him being his friends that share the same heroic goals… well bakugou has never been very good at flirting. which again, was mostly okay since he would just walk away when a woman was about to talk to him.

until he met you that is. the first woman to make him dream of more, that made him unable to get through a shower without tugging one out to the thought of you. that during patrols, he’d think about texting you. what are you up to? where are you? when the hell can he kiss you next?

anyone is experienced compared to bakugou. he’s kissed a girl once in his third year of ua. he’s made out with two in his early twenties.

but now at twenty six this is first time having a woman in his apartment, on his bed, on his lap. he feels like a rabid animal. unsure where to put his hands with the desperate need to touch everywhere so he leaves them on the globes of your ass, squeezing every few seconds when all the feelings inside of him gets intense.

he knows he’s flushed red. he knows his dick is hard and you can feel it through your leggings. but you’re so perfect, leading the moment, letting him react however the hell he wants.

bakugou releases a loud moan when you stick your tongue down his throat, breasts pressed against his chest like you want to live in his skin. he’s never felt a woman like this before, he feels as if the word virgin is in capital letters printed onto his forehead.

he hasn’t told you directly he is but he thinks you know.

“you’re so… fuck. this is so fucked up,” he breathes into your mouth and your fingers rake up into the hair on his nape.

your grin makes his heart skip a beat, falter slightly and he swears he gets winded.

you’re out of breath, chest heaving and your pussy is a centimetre away from sitting on his cock.

“why’s it fucked up? you okay?” you brush your nose against his softly, smoothing out his eyebrow with your thumb. “you look hot, do you want to take your top off?”

you’re being so sweet to him and he appreciates it, he does. but as soon as he knows what he’s doing he’s gonna treat you right. properly.

for now, he’s just worried he doesn’t have what it takes.

“oh, err, fuck. sorry, yeah i will,” he mumbles to you, yanking off his white tee from the neckline.

bakugou enjoys how your eyes glow, scanning his half naked body like it’s something you can eat. your hands immediately flatten against his chest. down his toned abdomen. up to his fat squishy pectorals. he’s never had someone touch him like this. he couldn’t be harder.

“you don’t have to apologise, you know. this is new for us both.”

“you’re not the fuckin’ virgin here.” he bites, “i’ve never even had a woman in my room.”

he can tell you like that idea. you inch closer to him on his lap, your hands are back on his shoulders. you brush your lips over his.

“i don’t know how. look at you.”

and you’re back to making out with him. slower this time. tasting all the flavour from his tongue.

you softly bite down on his bottom lip and like a ring of the doorbell, bakugou opens up to let you in. it’s wet peck after wet peck, tilting your head to taste more of him. he’s eager, too eager ducking closer to you, as to not waste any time with your lips off his. you can only think that if he kisses with this much passion, you’re dying to know how he’d fuck.

bakugou tightly grips your ass and without meaning to, he shoves you directly onto his cock.

you mewl like a cat, hips grinding down onto him like you can’t help it. “you feel so good, ‘tsuki.”

you feel good because of him. him.

your tongue sneaks into his mouth, twirls and brushes against his. he learns quickly, you’ll give him that. his tongue dances against yours, licking up everything you offer. you feel his body vibrate, his dick twitch. you begin sucking on his tongue and that’s when he releases a harsh grunt. you’re soaked.

“let me see it.” you palm his cock through his shorts, “let me see.”

bakugou opens his eyes, pulls away from your mouth for a moment.

“i… fuck.” he’s back to mumbling. then stupidly, he looks down at the lump in his fabric.

“you… you don’t have to?” you offer, unsure about his wide eyes, “we can keep kissing?”

“it’s just that… it’s just….,” bakugou looks up to the ceiling.

he’d love for you to touch him, do anything to him but nobodies seen his dick before. sure he’s seen some porn videos and he’s never seen a dick like his in them. he’s googled and nothing said there’s anything particularly wrong about his.

but what if you find it weird, what if it puts you off him completely?

“talk to me, baby,” you push, laying a kiss on his jaw. then making a line down his neck. “wanna make you feel good.”

he’d like that.

“listen. seriously.”

you pull off him at that, sitting up on his lap, your hands at his waist. he is stupidly gorgeous. puffy pink lips because of you. his long straight eyelashes. his beautiful cheekbones and that eyebrow slit.

“i’m listening. tell me anything.” you soften your tone, trying to get the horny out your eyes. your tits are basically spilling out your vest top and you don’t miss bakugou’s pupils darting to from them every few seconds.

“i think…. i…”

you don’t speak.

katsuki takes a deep breath. he almost shouts without meaning to. “nobody has seen my dick before but me. right?”

you nod with a frown, unsure where this is going. “okay. nothing’s wrong with that.”

bakugou winces. he isn’t built for this. he’s always been attractive physically. his body works better than the average. can run at speed, stealthy, built for hero work. his quirk is best of the best and is only getting stronger by the day. but using it for sex? that’s something he’s got no clue about.

“it might not be normal lookin’? like it works fine, i’ve never had any problems with it? but it might be odd for you.”

you’re immediately imagining the worst. it’s not small. you felt it a second ago between your legs. heck, you’ve seen it when he walks around in those stupid grey joggers. oddly coloured, oddly shaped? is it too big?

“what’s wrong?” you tilt your head.

his whole face is flushed. a beautiful pink to the apples of his cheeks. you would kiss them if he wasn’t so serious right now.

he closes his eyes, leans his head back on his headboard. his hands stay on your thighs. you tap his chest.

“c’mon tell me.”

he exhales sharply.

“my dick is fuckin’ curved. to the left. i don’t know why.” he blurts, embarrassment written all over him, “it’s always been like that.”

for him to be this stressed about it, it must be abnormal. is it like a hook? you’ve seen one like that on one of those medical reality shows. would it be able to go inside if you? you so badly want him inside of you.

you shrug. you can’t imagine anything about this man being less than perfect. “it can’t be that bad, baby.”

you rub his chest soothingly but his face doesn’t soothe you one bit.

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i brought you here and we’re goin’ so well and—,”

“let me see. let me see your dick, c’mon,” you smile softly.

you sink your hand to touch his crotch again.

“you sure? i don’t want you to be put off me like i’m a freak—,”

“katsuki. come on.”

it’s in slow motion. your mouth immediately start salivating, his hands grip the elastic waistband of his shorts. he pulls them down in one go with his underwear.

“oh katsuki. baby…. honey.”

this man has nothing to worry about. bakugou katsuki has on him, a cock that can rival your favourite dildos. it curves to the left, a smooth pleasing curve that you already know will hit your softest spots. you swallow your spit, your hands inching up his thighs. it’s darker at the base, twitching under your attention with two round balls (one a little larger than the other) at the bottom.

he is hefty. heavy. thick like a tree trunk with veins darting up the sides. you imagine the weight of it in your mouth. the deep pinkish purplish head on your tongue. most of all, you imagine it curved inside, pushing a sweet orgasm out of you.

of course, this big idiot didn’t know what he had on him. part of you wants to lie, never let him know how good he has it so he doesn’t go around sharing his goods. but you need to, it’s written all over your face.

“you must be joking, katsuki,” you hum, delighted. you run your finger down his shaft.

his hips jolt, eyes lazing slightly from your attention. he’s so hard it’s getting painful.

“what? what? spit it out.”

“you need to fuck me. doesn’t have to be now but someday. you have to.” you whine, “you don’t get it at all.”

“what? it’s not a problem? this okay with you?” he stutters, unable to keep a steady head as you sink down the bed to rest your chest on his legs. now you’ve got your face right in front of his dick, as if you’re measuring the curve by degrees.

you want to lick him.

“you’ve got a pornstar dick. a dick they base dildos off of,” you breathe. the look in your eye is wild, untamed. “you’d feel amazing. even if you don’t know how to use it. you need let me bounce on it.”

bakugou blinks down at you. he doesn’t quite believe what he’s hearing, fuck, he doesn’t know what to do about you. not one bit did he think you’d even have this reaction.

“w-what… i know how to use my own dick.” is all he can manage but you shake your head.

you flick your eyes up to him, “we’re gonna learn together, okay? can i… can i…” you flatten your tongue against his shaft and give him one lick up.

bakugou’s sure he’s about to come any second now.

HAPPY PRIDE!!! 🎉🎉🎉

barbarian prince!bkg & thief!reader : captured or rescued? bkg can’t make heads or tails of his choices.

barbarian prince!bkg strolls through the nearby woods, casually surveying the grounds near the kingdom. his peace is broken by a pack of wolves nearby, ready to hunt their cornered prey.

barbarian prince!bkg wanders over out of curiosity, noticing you in the snow, clamoring for a weapon that seems to have left your person.

barbarian prince!bkg yells out a commanding “oi!” and the wolves scatter, leaving you out in the open. his grin widens, unsheathing his sword to slam it into the ground by your head as a warning.

barbarian prince!bkg realizes you’re an esteemed thief, someone who has wanted posters plastered all over the kingdom. it fills him with a sense of pride to have found you, and now, hold your fate in his hands.

barbarian prince!bkg binds your wrists and ankles, throwing you over his shoulder and under the fur cloak on his back. it’s a long walk back to the kingdom, the only sound being the crunch of snow beneath his boots.

barbarian prince!bkg tells you to stay quiet and informs the guards at the gate when greeted that he wasn’t successful on his hunt. he takes you into the castle, the one you were looking to break in and loot for a job.

barbarian prince!bkg sneaks you into the guest wing on his side of the castle, somewhere the maids do not wander into. he releases the restraints and gestures to the room, telling you to stay put and keep quiet.

barbarian prince!bkg keeps you hidden from his royal family, growing somewhat attached to you after hiding you away for weeks. he spoils you — furs on marble floors, the comfiest cot you’ve ever rested in, a fireplace, decent food and a hot bath.

barbarian prince!bkg who gets caught one afternoon coming from the guest wing by his mother, queen Mitsuki, causing her to investigate. she finds you fast asleep on the cot, immediately summoning the guards to arrest you. when he returns to an empty room, he panics.

barbarian prince!bkg finds you in the grand hall, knelt before the king and queen in chains. he’s furious, storming in and demanding answers. he is then accused of harboring a fugitive, a criminal, endangering their family. when they throw you into the kingdom’s jail, it’s not long until he’s there with the keys, busting you out and ordering you to run.

barbarian prince!bkg pulls you by the wrist as you two bolt for the nearby woods, exactly where he found you weeks ago. and now? he’s on the run with a known thief, his name now joining yours on those wanted posters for being a traitor to his kingdom.

so i <3 unexpectedly lost my job yesterday !

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