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No but I’d give ANYTHING to be with him wearing my Brazil jersey on Brazil vs. Japan day 😭 all the competitive banter (not sure if that’s actually how you’d say it in English) teasing and giving each other a hard time the whole match just for fun, but he’s actually rooting for Brazil too, even let me paint two little green and yellow stripes on his cheek cuz why not. Neither of us actually cares about football anyway (okay, yeah, I’d definitely be losing my mind though), it’s just an excuse to chill while having a barbecue.. UGHHS PLEASE :( 💔

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.

omg he’s so cute and hot and HE’S SO UGHSGS I CANT ANYMORE. HES MINEEE, I NEED HIM, AUGHDGS :( that’s EXACTLY how I picture him in this situation, Luna I love your beautiful massive brain

(fem!reader)

Him being called “Bebe” or “Amor” for the first time? Like does he ask what it means or gets defensive. Would he already have learned your native tongue and go with it and have cute names for you back?

You look around the table in the common room. Swearing your pen was just here. Like literally just here a second ago, you looked up to say hi to Mina and looked back down and the damn thing vanished.

Looking at the chair, under the table, under every single piece of paper, even checking your hair.

“Oh my god! Bebe!” you yelled into the kitchen. Frustration taking over.

Bakugou was already defending his pre-work out snack from Kirishima. Breaks his neck realizing you were talking to him.

“What woman?” he grunts.

“My pen is gone, my favorite one, can you help me please, I swear it was just here!”

He makes his way over to the table, giving a quick glance before letting out a long sigh. Picking up your pencil case and taking out your pen.

“It’s right here, you always put it back and then get angry when you can’t find it.” he says it as if it’s a fact. Which it is but you’re not giving him the satisfaction.

“Ugh thank you Amor, you’re the best” you reach up to kiss his cheek and take your pen. Attitude completely gone.

He looks at you in confusion, how your emotions changed at the drop of a hat.

A hand lands on his shoulder giving a gentle pat.

“You’ll get used to it” Sero laughs. Stealing a bite of Bakugous snack.

“What does that mean? What she said to me?” He asked, using Sero as a translator.

“Bebe means baby, and Amor” he sighs, “that means love, so if you’re not official, you’re definitely not going anywhere now.”

you love waking up before katsuki, love being the only one to see him like this. calm, cheek squished against the pillow, lips parted ever so slightly letting out little puffs of air. his hair is going in every direction, the permanent scowl on his face near extinct when he’s asleep.

you brush your thumb along the slight crease in his eyebrows and he makes a small noise and cuddles his pillow closer. you trace your finger down the curve of his nose, watching the small crinkle before you trail the sharp line of his jaw.

you press a soft kiss on his forehead, then his eyelids, then his nose, one on each cheek and the finally one of his lips. he doesn’t stir but his cheeks get pink like his body knows he’s being doted on and admired.

you comb your fingers through his hair, humming softly at the silky strands before you scratch your nails against his scalp. his breathing deepens and he moves an inch closer, coaxing you to press against him. you pepper kisses across his hairline, smiling when he drapes an arm over your waist.

“mmniloveyou.” he nuzzles into your neck.

“i love you too katsuki.” you whisper, wrapping your arms around him and holding him tightly.

“can you keep mm..” his hand lands on top of yours in his hair and has you pet him again.

“course i can, pretty boy.” you coo, running your fingers through his hair, softly scraping your nails on his hair.

“fuck, feels s’good.” he rasps into your neck.

“shhhshhshh.” you hold him closer and rub his back with your other hand until his breathing evens out into soft snores and you let sleep take you too.

I actually think katsuki would be a really great dare i say gentle husband..

Idk just considering his character and feelings i think he'd be really considerate and soft with you in some moments.

Obviously not all the time but i dont think hes as gaurded when hes alone with you.

Even in bed I feel like he perfers cherishing you and living in the moment of being connected and doing such an intimate act.

Doesnt mean he doesnt love fucking you stupid though,

Maybe he'll even tear up when the pyshical and emotional feelings get to be too much?

you'd giggle and cup his cheeks, swiping the tears away as you lean in for a soft kiss, his body moving smoothly against yours, his hands gripping your waist like he'll loose you, he tongue chasing yours like its going to run away and never come back.

Remember when some fans were thinking Bakugo had a wedding ring on in the epilogue when he was driving? I didn’t mind the theory however I also think he would’ve been cute to think he finally found someone, but they were from a different country.

Very cliche, but he met her during a mission abroad, she was one of the people he had to work under and throughout the years he has many variety of people before, so you really weren’t no different, but he always found himself vibing better with them when they were from another province.

You and him almost never argued, sarcasm thrown here and there, a few petty bickers but you both had amazing chemistry not just at work, but even in interviews. Bakugo quickly became more and more interested in you, at least a friend at first.

Bakugo to me always gave the type to be very curious and adventurous of other people’s cultures. He was a curious guy to say the least.

He seems like the type to want to know so much about you it almost sounds like an interview itself when he speaks to you.

“What fun stuff do you do around here?”

“This is a childhood dish? Text me the recipe”

“English is your second language too?”

It’s like learning about a second world to him, and he means no harm about it. He’s nearly like Deku trying to understand your background.

To me, he’d try harder to speak your native language, I still believe in the learning English (or whatever is ur first language) headcanon I made.

When he finally gets the basic phrases right he finally uses it to ask you out, it’s really cute if you ask me,

“Would you…like…to go to…date. On date.”

Though you can understand a nice chunk of Japanese (partially thanks to him), and he could have asked you in his language, your heart melted to see him speak in yours.

You responded with “Yes., I would love to.” in his language and from that point on you had him wrapped around your little finger.

Bakugo seems the type of guy to love all of you, in his own little way. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t find you fascinating/entertaining. Not in a bad/weird way, it’s just he wants to know more about your world, since you’re now his.

HI NONNIE (𓈒⸝ʚ̴̶̷̷̥ ⩊ ʚ̴̶̷̷𓈒) !! if you look under my ‘ tuts with moki ’ tag you’ll see ive answered this question before !! specifically here and here !! but i’ll happily add some more tips ♥︎

♥︎ theres loads of writer help blogs on tumblr !! my personal fave is @/luna-azzurra

♥︎ research !! i researched about the heian era for my sukuna fic including different plants/outfits that would appear during that time— also its actually super fun and eye-opening !! as well as making the reader experience more immersive

♥︎ 5 senses !! what would the reader smell or hear? what would she feel on her skin or see around her? what would she taste?

♥︎ word hippo !! really good for synonyms !!

♥︎ i lowkey do this.. but dont over use words instead of ‘said’ !! sometimes it can be overbearing, a simple ‘he said’ or ‘she said’ is enough!! balance is key

♥︎ music music music music

♥︎ VISUALS!! sometimes i look a random picture and im like “wow.. *insert prompt idea*” use pinterest or your general environment !!

i hope this helped !! feel free to ask about anything else nonnie !! 🧁🧁