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⊹ ࣪ ˖ luna @gfbkg, twenty4, she/her ⊹₊ ⋆ [katsuki's girlfie. eren's forever. zuko's princess. jungkook's favourite.]

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[starlitsecrets]

Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Suddenly imagined leading on a guy you've been seeing by making out with him after your dates and abruptly stopping to tell him that you're gonna go home and think about him when you masturbate and then you just leave him high and dry. And of course one day he snaps and fingers you outside of your home bc you've been teasing him too much

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

"Someone's gonna see," you whisper with worry, trying to peek over his broad shoulder to look around the neighborhood.

"Let them," he grumbles into your ear, hiking your leg up higher on his waist so he can stuff a third finger inside you. He smirks when you mewl at the stretch. "You like that? You like being filled up?"

"Uh-huh," you whine, high and needy. He hums against your cheek, pressing a kiss there.

"I could fill you up so well, Y/N, hit every spot you like inside you. I could make you feel so good."

You moan his name when he curls his fingers, his palm rubbing against your clit as he thrusts the digits inside of you. You can feel yourself leaking down your thigh.

"I could make you cum as much as you want, could go all night if you wanted. I'd do anything to make you feel good."

"Please," you whisper harshly, digging your nails into his shoulders. "I'm so close."

"Let me give you what you need, darling."

He keeps his pace and technique, hitting the same spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Other guys would've sped up or fucked something up, but your boyfriend is consistent, just what you needed.

God, you should've done this sooner. The orgasm creeping up on you is going to be big. You vaguely pray that his dick could make you feel just as good as you topple over the edge, tucking your face into his shoulder to muffle your moans.

He guides you through it, massaging your cunt as you flutter down. He pulls out his fingers and begins sucking them clean, moaning low.

God, you need him. You need him so badly. You'll even fuck him on your porch, you don't care anymore. You just need his cock buried deep inside you, thrusting wildly and meticulously until you're braindead.

When you go to palm his cock, he grabs your wrist. You pout as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it, then leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your temple. He lets you go and turns away, stepping down off your porch.

"W-Wait—"

"Sorry, dear," he says, looking back at you. "I promise to think about you when I masturbate later."

[bfbkg]

watching france vs england as an england in france

[bfbkg]

Military general! Katsuki and head nurse! reader

cw: minors don’t interact, smut, fingering, penetration, sorta fluffy, sneaky links lol, aged up.

an: i don’t take requests! also i haven’t written bakugou in a while so enjoy a little new sexy lover boy katsuki

“you really need to start taking better care of your soliders,” you state, arms folded with your clipboard against your chest as you walk through the centre of your newest pop up hospital.

you analyse your nurses, stationed at every bed, applying ointment or wrapping up solider after solider in bandages. your comment is for the big headed, arrogant and very grumpy general beside you, also with his arms crossed.

he grunts, typical, and narrows his eyes at every one of his soldiers, “gives me a reason to visit you.”

you ignore the leap of your heart, fighting the urge to look around the room to check if anyone heard. they never do, it’s why you’ve been able to keep whatever this is up for so long.

“let’s try not have forty percent of your men in here just so you have an excuse to see me, general.”

you say it in the same dry tone as him, fingers gripping your clipboard. you don’t turn to look at him, just focused on your office at the end of the hall. almost there.

“i bet you get wet at the sight of all these men coming in knowing i’m gonna be behind them all.”

your eyes widen. he’s got the worst mouth you’ve ever heard on a man. you only manage your hand on the door handle to your office before he swings it open wider to fit you both through, then pushes you with his hips to get you in. he shuts the door behind him swiftly in silence.

now you really get to see him with mostly all of your guards down. arousal hums through your body. he towers over you stupidly, arms long enough to wrap around your body in a lock and chest so wide there’s no way anyone’s seeing you from behind.

he doesn’t follow the recommended military general uniform unless it’s an award ceremony so you’re very happily stuck with him in a black knitted bulletproof jumper, black cargos and black leather boots.

gorgeous. he’s a very gorgeous man. stubble littering his sharp, sharp jaw, one gold hoop earring on his left ear and unruly blonde hair that looks styled but you know it’s not. (you’ve been with him when he’s woken up and yeah, it’s like that.)

“you’re so irritating,” you curse, setting down your clipboard on your table behind you. you lean on the edge, your arms resting behind you. the position allows his red eagle eyes to gaze down your body. you stick to uniform rules, though you add your own twists. buttoning up your white nurse jacket with a black tank top underneath and opting for tight jeans instead of the knee length skirt.

“yeah? you’re beautiful,” a grin is sneaking onto his face and you roll your eyes so you miss it. they’re killer, his grins, and you know he’s aware of their power. especially as he steps towards you and places a large paw like hand on your waist.

“i’m really beginning to think you send your soldiers out there to get killed so you can visit more often,” you whisper, your lower half warming up rapidly at the feel of his body so close to yours.

he chuckles and you think you might be the only one here who’s ever heard it, “what’re you gonna do with a dead man? just lightly injured, angel.”

you arch your head as he ducks down to press kisses along your neck. you sigh softly and he grips your hips harder in return.

“angel? that’s new?”

he hums on your neck, pressing his groin into your stomach. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in closer, your heart racing. he’s addictive and the building urge to have him now is shaking through your body.

“once i woke up on one of your beds and thought you were one. suits you.”

his voice is equal parts harsh and sweet, carrying a matter of fact tone that you love. he makes it obvious, his attraction to you, like of course he thinks you’re angelic and gorgeous and—

“what’re you thinkin’ about?” he mumbles pulling away from your neck to press a kiss to your cheek, then another.

bakugou licks a stripe across his plump bottom lip, eyeing your lips then your eyes. fuck. he’s gorgeous.

“you, stupid,” you laugh breathlessly, scratching the back of his head lightly.

“me?” and there it is, the unknown bakugou katsuki grin in full bloom. in another world, where he wasn’t a head general of an army and you weren’t the head nurse of an army, you’d see this every night from your bed. “i’m a lucky man.”

you only get him on the odd time in your office though.

“yeah, whatever. are we gonna have sex or not?” you tilt your head and finally he kisses your lips. two pecks before he focuses on your bottom lip. tugging it with his teeth then tilting his head to slip his tongue into your mouth.

his dick is hard against your stomach and any longer, you’re about to start whining for him. bakugou can feel your impatience, he knows you too well at this point so he lifts you onto your desk and you know to unbutton your jeans.

it’s a messy affair, his lips never leaving your skin while he helps you undress. you unbuttoning your jacket and throwing it somewhere behind you to leave you in your black tank top and your blue laced thong.

he separates his lips from yours to glance down.

bakugou rubs his top lip against the bottom of his nose, his hands making home on your thighs. he looks impressed, satisfied with just the sight of you, “sexy. missed her, y’know.”

“shut up, bakugou,” you roll your eyes again because you cannot deal with him on the best of days, especially not when he can purely seduce you with his words and you need a level head when dealing with a military general.

“you’re testy today, angel,” he chuckles, grabbing the fabric of your underwear and yanking it off. “sorry, you can’t be loud for me today.”

he compliments his comment with two large fingers pushing into your centre, an easy way for your back to arch and your arms to circle around his neck.

you take a sharp breath, your forehead resting under his chin. his fingers slide in and out of you with ease at the same pace he does with his dick. “c’mon, angel.”

he curls his fingers, brushing the tips against your walls and then your eyes begin to close. “oh, bakugou,” you whisper and he keeps going.

it makes you delirious. whatever heaven should be, like that. pleasure spreads like wildfire through the rest of your body and he knows from how tight you hold him you need more.

“you, i want you now,” you mumble, your hand sliding down his body to feel at his clothed dick.

bakugou does what he’s told, he can’t help it with you. you groan at the feeling of his fingers leaving you but you zone in at his glistening fingers making their way between his lips. he licks his fingers clean, humming lowly at your taste.

“i’ll eat you out later. when you’re not beggin’ for my cock.”

you frown but it holds no weight, “have i told you you’re annoying?”

he begins to unbutton his jeans and you watch like a sniper. “yeah but you won’t in a few seconds. patience.”

he only shoves his jeans down mid thigh, grabbing the neck of his jumper to tug it off. your hands are quick on his chest, his pecs, his sides. he’s so smooth, so beautiful, dips and curves of his body.

“bakugou,” you whine and you don’t mean to say his name in that tone, but you can’t help it.

“patience, angel,” he whispers, pulling down his black boxers to finally pull out his cock.

and what a pretty cock it is. standing slightly curved to the left, thick and with three veins running up. his head is round and bulbous, you’re feigning for it between you. all of him inside you.

unlike what you thought before, bakugou is always soft at the beginning, like he thinks he’ll always be too big for you. one hand sits at your hips as he holds the base of his cock. he taps against your clit twice and you circle your arms around his waist to bring him closer.

“bakugou,” you plead again and that’s enough for him to sink into you completely.

“fuck,” he grunts as if he’s in pain. he’s the opposite. “how do you always feel like this?”

bakugou pulls you towards him so your ass is on the edge of the desk. “you good?” he whispers, body curled over yours.

you tap his back twice, always a good sign, and circle your legs around his hips. “yes, yes, obviously.”

bakugou chuckles roughly, “always wanna fight with me.”

then he starts. thrust after thrust, the thickness of dick stretching you unbelievably so. it’s delightful, only pleasure coursing through you as his dick rocks in and out.

you bite down on his shoulder, the only way for you not to moan aloud. you jump when his thumb finds your clit and you’re only moving for hedonistic reasons. tilting your hips so he can rub at your clit. pushing his head down to your face to envelop him in a dirty, wet kiss.

it’s all a lot. it always is with him. the sneaking around, the inappropriate comments in public. him begging you for a kiss when you finish mending his broken arm. the way he acts so different around you then anybody else.

now, when he’s rubbing you to completion in just the way you like with his tongue rubbing against yours and his cock buried deep inside of you.

there’s no annoyingly flirtatious comment, you both come just like that. both of you freeze, limp against each other as you come. then he jolts a few times pumping into you with his thumb pressing down on your clit.

“fuck, angel,”

“oh bakugou,”

there’s a few seconds, maybe twenty or thirty of you both just laying on each other for balance.

bakugou’s first to move, kissing your forehead and untangling your legs from his hips to pull himself out. “you okay? where’s your big ass water bottle?”

he glances around the room for it while you press your cheek against his pectorals and your arms wrap around his waist. “it’s not that big.”

“it’s literally half the size of my arm.”

“your arms aren’t that big.”

“angel, who’s side are you on?”

bakugou spots it across the room and instead of untangling himself from you, he just carries you with his hand under your ass.

“here’s your big ass bottle.”

you don’t say thank you, just ripping it from his hand and sucking on the straw. he knows you too well, that you’re always extremely thirsty after sex and your aftercare comes in cuddles.

when you’re done you offer it to him though he settles you back on the table to unscrew the top so he can drink straight from the bottle.

“you’re so dramatic.”

bakugou just shrugs and you study his adam’s apple as he swallows. he knows you’re staring without even looking so he pokes your side.

“hey!”

you’re about to bite back when there’s a rap of knuckles at the door.

“general,” kirishima; the deputy general, your most frequent visitor and your sneaky link’s closest, speaks on the other side. how did he know bakugou would be in here? but looking at bakugou he just groans, flinging his head back, “i’m guessing you’re in here with yn. hey yn. katsuki, they need you at front so hurry up whatever you’re doing, thanks!”

you hear him stomp away so you look up to bakugou with a tiny smile. you pat his chest, “you heard him, off you pop.”

“they can wait, lemme clean you up.” he offers but you’re off the table grabbing a clean wipe before he can.

“your army awaits, general. they’re probably gonna call me soon, too.” you busy yourself because this leaving part is always so weird. it’s not like he’s yours. not a boyfriend that kisses you before he goes to work in the morning, leaving you alone in bed. instead, he’s leaving you half naked in your office and you’re both going to pretend this never happened.

bakugou steps right into your space, his finger finding your chin for you to glance up. “angel, have dinner with me. sit beside me later on, yeah?”

you know you must look like a puppy. shiny eyes, staring up at this man like he offered you a bone.

“erm okay. sure.”

bakugou nods, kissing your cheek harshly but that’s just how he kisses your cheek. “i’ll be thinking about you.” then he grins, “i always do.”

you’re back to normal, shaking your head at him. “shut up, general.”

he fixes himself up before leaving. tugging on his jumper and buttoning up his jeans. bakugou feels lighter, he always does after being with you. he won’t lie, he hates the fact he’s going to go back out there and to get all heavy again. with rules, responsibilities, order and death.

“my nurses know to call me if anything wrong with you,” you say from behind him, “anything.”

bakugou grins, you always make him feel lighter.

[bfbkg]

french armies really do NOT buy merch!!? that was my number one take away compared to london

[melonbite]

[bfbkg]

hii were u being sarcastic abt not believing in women being feral while ovulating... cuz like. it happens to me 😩

not sarcastic at all. i do not think it’s true. feral and the conversation about ovulation now gives off omegaverse. needing sex like wolves on a full moon. FERAL. ANIMALISTIC!! CANNOT CONTROL OURSELVES. the way the internet talks about ovulation now is very strange. idk to me it links to this whole sitting in your feminine bullshit and this new age tiktok misogyny.

like sure you feel hornier. BUT NOT FERAL.

[bfbkg]

so those fics i mentioned …. dunno when they will be posted will let u know CLOSER TO THE TIME LOL

[bfbkg]

bakugou loveeessss a strict woman. loves there being expectations he needs to meet. you choosing him means he’s a man of High Value. a man of Quality. you choosing him means he’s good enough. he landed YOU.

[bfbkg]

i was rooting for england bc of jude being friends w haaland, but i just saw recently on twitter who he casually acepted a hug from an Argentine player without any problem and he later slap in the back one of the short players that were near the Argentine player? honestly i have now mixed feelings about him but that was quite ??? and bunch from friends who know him from playing in the Madrid just told me he always acted like that

i have No clue about any of this. i saw the clip of him slapping the guy n thought it was funnyyyyyy. as a British and an approver of jude bellinghams face i wanted england to win soooooo bad. our country doesn’t deserve it though LOL

[bfbkg]

out of all the merch i got recently I HATE THE SIZES OF 3/6 items. it rattles me so bad. i NEVER LEARN. and now i cannot exchange them… so sad…. limited items….

[luffysprincess]

Making out and he’s just went through hell for you. Busted lip, black eye and a cut on his cheek bone but he needs to feel you pressed up against him ᰔ

[bfbkg]

PROS AND CONS : BKG (2.3k)

bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him

“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”

you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.

“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.

the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.

“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”

you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.

“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”

you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

“what is that? what are you reading?”

still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”

then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”

you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.

“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.

nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.

“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”

he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”

“you’re not now! give it back!”

“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”

“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.

bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it. 

“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pouts his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”

if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—

he stops pouting at you.

“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”

“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.” 

you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.

he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.

“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.

“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”

“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”

“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”

“it’s so much better now!”

bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”

“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”

“three. his job is terrifying.”

bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.

“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”

“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”

“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”

“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”

bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”

“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend. 

“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”

“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”

“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.

“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”

“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t. 

you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”

he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”

“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”

“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”

you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”

bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.

then he looks down at you, looking up at him.

“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”

bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.

“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms. 

bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”

you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”

“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.

“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.

he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.

“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”

you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”

he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”

you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”

bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”

“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.

“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck. 

“look at me.”

shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you. 

“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”

you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.

“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”

he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.

“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.

you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”

“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.

“promise. now you promise me.”

“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”

“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”

bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”

you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”

he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”

“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”

bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”

“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”

with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.

he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”

you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”

he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”

“i love you too… and no snooping!”

[bfbkg]

Virgin bkg who’s so painfully stupid but acts so arrogant. And when it’s getting heated and you’re making out and want to see his dick… he gets all shy and embarrassed because he doesn’t know if it looks normal or as good as the other ones you’ve seen. When you ask what’s wrong he tells you it’s curved and you think it’s like BENT then he lets you see and it’s the prettiest most orgasm inducing upward curve you’ve ever seen on a dick.

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 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 when 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 but 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 and 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 his body for sex? that’s something he has 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 it 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,” 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.

“y-yes but be fuckin’ careful. i don’t wanna nut on your face.”

[bfbkg]

Bkg who never drinks but gets drunk one night n all the guys are talking about sex and giving advice and denki asks bkg for his opinion and they all start dogging on him thinking he doesn’t know shit…

bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.

bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.

so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.

bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.

“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”

kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.

“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”

bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.

“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”

bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”

even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.

“hah? what?”

“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.

kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”

“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.

sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.

“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.

“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”

bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.

“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”

“kacchan!” he urges.

“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.

kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”

“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”

“none of your fuckin’ business.”

“i bet you told deku!”

“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”

“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.

bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.

“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”

“shit, man,” from kirishima.

“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”

it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.

“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”

bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”

kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.

“where is she?”

“on holiday with her friends.”

“why didn’t you go?”

“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.

kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”

bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.

“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”

bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”

“and—,”

“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.

it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.

“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.

“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”

“oh wow!”

bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”

bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”

once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actually maybe ochako has some friends for me?”

“shit! i didn’t ask what he cooks yn! or what does he mean by curl?”

[tteokdoroki]

great thing abt bfbkg she is like me . we have the same thoughts always .. bf and tteok