Is This My Sign To Read Again Mutual Help? I Think Its Is So Here We Go Again

Is this my sign to read again mutual help? I think it’s is… so here we go again…

I can’t wait for reading this tomorrow, when I have my day off, now I’m tired as fuck, being a adult it’s hard, I’m pretty sure that it’s gonna be amazing as always, thank you Mimi for the update, I know that the last few months ago was wild for you, so it’s a honor see that you update one of your history’s. @personasintro 🫶🏼

༄BTS X f.Reader | Ongoing (Very slow updates) | ༄Fantasy, Mermaid AU

"Let the waters guide you... just as Selene guides them..."

"You've been away long enough... It's time to come home.."

All Y/n wanted out of her dull, mundane life was to find out the truth about herself. Will she succeed in her endeavours or end up diving into something way deeper than anticipated? Only time will tell and perhaps from the reluctant help of a certain scaled individual.

*Forewarning, the appearance of BTS in the story will not occur immediately. Certain aspects of the plot need to be established and built up before the boys can appear. Expect one or multiple interactions with them in later chapters. Sorry and thank you for your patience.

Cross posted from my Wattpad © 2022 - 2023 shyminmin / ZephyrCat9

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Mutual Help | #01

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

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ogs know this one is reposted but I hope everyone will enjoy it whether they're rereading it or reading for the first time! lastly, thank you for the endless love and support, i love y'all ♡

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The hallway looks exactly the same, which there isn't any reason why it should look different all of a sudden, but considering you haven't been in this building for the past few weeks just makes you want to notice the slightest change. But there is none. It still smells sterile with a little bit of sweetness which reminds you of cinnamon. You're not sure why, nor do you really dwell on it too much.

You could imagine your Thursday evening differently, which means laying down as soon as you come home and turn on Netflix, trying to spend at least twenty minutes finding a good show. That's been your routine for weeks now, but you're not complaining. It feels that void of loneliness in your smart one bedroom apartment.

Although, you can't help but feel nervous when you picture the message you got from Jimin.

'come to Jungkook's, he needs us' 

He never explained anything further, nor replied to the tons of your messages or missed calls. You wouldn't be on the edge, if you've seen or heard from Jungkook. Apart from some occasional messages like 'what's up' or 'what were you doing today?', your communication went downhill. But you don't blame him or yourself for it. You were both busy and probably still are, to even hangout like you always used to.

It bothered you for some time, not hanging out with your best friend like you used to. But you've grown used to that small but painful fact that you don't have to see each other every day. Plus, after some time you've realized, you can still be best friends with someone without having to chat with them 24/7. Gratefulness is how you'd describe your feelings. Grateful that your friendship works, even though you don't get to spend your time with each other that often.

Your knuckles meet the wood of Jungkook's front door in a gentle manner, which is a complete opposite of your inside feelings as you've this weird feeling inside of you. The message Jimin sent you was weird and you haven't heard from anyone since then.

And when the door finally opens, you're glad you're met with Jimin himself as he stares at you with hopeful eyes and a breath of relief that escapes his plush lips. You rush inside, already taking off your shoes and jacket while you confusingly stare at your friend that looks more than relieved to see you.

"What the hell happened? You never texted me back." you tell him, or more like scold him rather than properly greet him.

"Ah, sorry," he cringes, pulling out his phone before he notices the bunch of messages and missed calls from you. "It's just—"

"This is bullshit."

The grumpy and raspy voice unintentionally cuts him off, booming inside of the apartment causing your ears to naturally perk up. Is it just you or his voice got deeper? You look at Jimin with a questioning gaze, who sees the confusion on your features as you hear Jungkook's grumpy and annoyed voice. Rather than explaining something to you, he sighs and with a quick cock of his head towards the living room, you both walk inside.

You're surprised when you see Taehyung there as well, opening a beer can before he pushes it into Jungkook's hands. Surprisingly, the mentioned guy is slouched on his beige couch, wearing one of his baggy shirts and loose sweatpants with his hair looking like he hasn't brushed them for days.

Taehyung's eyes meet yours as soon as you step in, noticing the mess around including two pizza boxes thrown on the floor and empty cans of coke and beer on the coffee table. "Oh, thank god!" Taehyung breathes out the same sigh of relief, causing you to greet him with a confused 'hello'.

Although, you don't wait for any reaction because your best friend finally acknowledges your presence in his home, head lazily turning in your direction as you walk up to him.

"Great," he mutters, almost rolling eyes at the sight of you. "Who called her?" he eyes the two of his best friends, scoffing before he takes a gulp of the beer that Taehyung handed him.

"What kind of reaction is that, asshole?" you react right away, frowning at your best friend that hasn't seen you for weeks and this is his first reaction.

"Don't mind him, please. He's just a little bit drunk right now." Jimin quickly jumps into an action, noticing your fireback and unappreciative tone that's aimed at none other than Jungkook himself.

He rolls his eyes at Jimin words, but doesn't say anything else before Taehyung watches you with cautious doe eyes. He sits in a chair, arm leaned against his knee as he anxiously bites his nails even though he tries to act casual. You don't buy it.

"What the fuck is going on?" you ask them, pointing towards Jungkook that looks like a truck just hit him.

Jimin opens his mouth, but Jungkook glares at him which ends up with him shutting it right away and when you look at Taehyung, he doesn't even spare you a glance.

"Which one of you called her?" Jungkook speaks up, eyeing the two of his friends as they point to each other causing you to snort. Cowards. "I'm fine. I don't see a reason why you make such a big deal out of this. I'm fine."

The fact that he had to repeat the same sentence twice, just proves that no — he's not fine. And before the wheels in your head start to work and roll, Jimin's voice speaks up in a clear, yet quick tempo.

"Kiko broke up with Jungkook."

The room goes silent, faint sounds coming out of the television are filling out the thick silence in the room as Jungkook freezes, not even glaring at his friend that apologetically shrugs at him.

One of the reasons why you haven't got to see your best friend that often is, that he simply found a girlfriend. Trying to combine his work, personal love life and you was already hard. But you get it. You're not mad or annoyed at him, because the two of you still kept in touch. It was just a matter of time until some of you found someone and naturally, there wouldn't be that much time to spend your days together. It was bound to happen and you knew Jungkook would be the first one to find someone.

He's your best friend, but you're not blind. He's one of the most handsome guys you've ever met, not just that but his personality is something that most girls would fall for. His attitude is pissy right now and now, you know the true reason behind it. But the Jungkook you know, is one of the most caring people you know. And not only that, but he's funny, intelligent and perfect at almost everything. He's the whole package and any girl would be lucky to snatch him.

And that girl, or perhaps you should say a woman, happened to be Kiko. A Japanese beauty that their mutual friend introduced them to one another. It clicked off immediately. Even you've noticed it when Jungkook Rain checked almost every plan you had together. He started to stare into his phone with all those puppy heart eyes whenever she texted him. At first, you found it annoying because it was just plain rude, watching him text her every five seconds instead of trying to hang out with you. But then, you just stopped caring and whenever you went silent, he'd just pushed his phone away and tried to gain your attention.

It was stupid, because you knew if you gave him attitude or silent treatment, he would just feel bad and tried to focus on you. Until the both of you stopped hanging out with each other that much.

"She did?" you mutter, staring at Jungkook who stares in front of him with a wiped out gaze. You've never seen him in this kind of state. "I'm sorry, Kook."

"Yeah, well, shit happens." he grumbles, clenching his jaw as he takes another gulp of beer that's securely clenched in his hand.

You've seen Jungkook having a couple of girlfriends, but you know that his relationship with Kiko was different. He wasn't just any girlfriend that he tried to get to know, she was someone that he completely fell for and couldn't stop talking about. He's in love. And even though he's being an ass to his friends right now, it's just his coping mechanism and you know that whatever Jimin and Taehyung has been doing, hasn't helped much. He plays tough right now, hiding his true feelings under this cold and uninterested facade but you know him better.

And when he keeps glancing at you before he quickly looks away, it's almost as if he can hear your exact thoughts.

"Well," you hastily speak, clapping your hands together as you lightly smile at everyone in the room. "You don't wanna date anyone whose name is Kiko." you try to joke, a laugh and snort erupting from Jimin and Taehyung who has obviously found your little joke funny.

Jungkook on the other hand, looks even more pissed off because he never looked at you with so much anger and annoyance as he's looking right now, causing you to squirm in your spot. "Real class, Y/N." he barks at you, causing you to slump in defeat before Jimin squeezes your shoulders in comfort.

"I brought you banana milk. I didn't know what happened, so I thought this would be a nice and quick save." you lightly tell him, sitting at the end of the couch, next to his sprawled legs but he doesn't move them away.

"Jeez, I'm not some fucking kid. Banana milk won't fix my broken heart." he scoffs, shaking his head while the three of you are even surprised that he just admitted that he has a broken heart. Well, clearly but since he's been putting up this tough act, it still comes as a shock. Judging by the look of Jimin's and Taehyung's face, they seem to think the same thing.

"I know that, Kook," you quietly tell him, hastily grabbing one of his ankles as you squeeze it in a manner to comfort him. He doesn't budge, that means something. "Is there anything we can do for you?" you ask him, not really sure if he's even going to answer that.

His brows furrow while he fumbles with his fingers, the slightest pout adoring his small lips as he thinks your question through. The three of you watch him with curious eyes, wondering what the hell is this guy thinking of. He looks at you, then at Jimin and Taehyung before he softly sighs.

"I mean... there's nothing you guys can do." he says softly, taking another gulp of beer that tastes like piss. Korean beer is just not good, and you're surprised that Jungkook even drinks it. But he never had any problem with any alcohol, that man can drink and eat anything.

There's nothing you can think of that could possibly help him out of his heartbreak. The only thing for you to do, is to be there for him. And if drinking a beer that tastes like piss is some kind of twisted way of helping him, you're in. So, you reach out and grab one of the unopened cans before you open it with a loud 'click', taking a gulp of it.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook sits up, staring at your scrunched nose and distaste written all over your face.

"Drinking with you." you shrug, taking another huge gulp of it. The more you drink it, the less it tastes awful.

"But you hate this beer." he reminds you, scowling at you and your nonstop gulping, hand twitching to get it away from you.

"I know," you shrug, grinning at him. "It doesn't taste that bad. Now come on," you nudge him with your leg, raising your can to him. "Cheers." you call out to him, ignoring his big doe eyes that stare at you with a slight confusion before he sighs.

"Cheers." he mutters, clicking his can against yours before the both of you take another gulp.

The two of you are completely unaware of your friends' faces that are washed with relief and knowing eyes as they stare at you and Jungkook. All it took was just to call you to save the day. Jungkook might not be in his greatest mood or show his appreciation for you to be there for him, but drinking without constant complaining and cursing is still a better result that Jimin and Taehyung managed to get.

"I've never thought I'd ever drink this much of this piss beer." you croak out, putting another empty can onto Jungkook's messy coffee table. You sit back, head falling onto his shoulder as you silently inhale his scent. It always reminded you of his fabric softener that smells like a baby, mixed with his cologne that is very faint on his clothes.

"How do you know what piss tastes like?" Jungkook asks, raising his brow at you while the corner of his lips twitches in amusement. "Do you wanna tell me about your weird kinks?" he cocks his head at you, causing you to groan as you hit his shoulder but it does nothing to him, he doesn't even budge.

A chuckle roars in the back of his throat, a first sound that can be considered as a positive emotion.

"It's not like that." you mutter, growing embarrassed at the thought of Jungkook thinking about your kinks. Not that you know about them that much. You might think there are some things you might like, but you never had anyone to try it with. How possibly could you know? But the idea of you having a piss kink, or whatever that's called, makes you want to gag. Maybe it's the beer or just a single thought of it, who knows.

Jimin and Taehyung already left, once they saw Jungkook loosening up, they took that chance to go home and leave the two of you alone. Not even once he talked about his heartbreak, you silently watched a TV show that Jungkook turned on whilst drinking a beer and munching on some crackers that Taehyung handed you before they left.

Glancing at Jungkook, his face is illuminated from the screen whilst he's watching a TV show with slightly furrowed brows. And when it finally stops, he sighs and grabs the remote to browse through some other movies and TV shows. He keeps browsing through them for a couple of minutes, muttering a pair of curses when he can't find anything he likes. You turn on the lamp in the very corner of his living room, causing him to frown even more from the sudden light.

You sit next to him, staring at him as he sighs and looks back at you. "What?" he asks unbothered, the remote still clutched in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Kook," you tell him silently, reaching for his shoulder which you squeeze in comfort, like you previously did with his ankle. "I know that you loved her."

And you see his facade crack, when he sucks his bottom lip as he quickly looks away from you to blink away the tears that are threatening to fall. You've never seen him this vulnerable.

"Love," he mutters, causing you to let out a confused 'huh?' in response. "Not loved her, but love. I still love her." he corrects you.

"Why did she break up with you? You don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable enough, but you guys seemed so close together."

It doesn't make any sense. Jungkook kept talking about her even through your messages, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating from his single messages. His whole Instagram is filled with their pictures, or just single shots of Kiko that Jungkook has taken and captioned with a single heart emoji. You've never seen him being so in love before. That's when you've realized that Kiko is different from any other women that Jungkook was seeing.

You don't push him into answering, the last thing you want for him is to get upset with you. But you can't keep walking around eggshells for this whole night.

"Apparently, she just wants some time for herself. She wants to explore other things, whatever the fuck that means." he bitterly chuckles, eyes filled with anger but you know it's just hidden hurt.

"Maybe you'll find someone else, Kook. You're still young."

Scoffing, he shakes his head. "She's the love of my life. I really doubt there's someone else for me. I was about to ask her to move in with me."

Shit, he's really serious about her.

"You did?"

He nods, biting onto his lower lip before he lets it go, fumbling his eyes before he sighs in defeat. "I love her." he whispers, his voice sounding so vulnerable that it makes your heart clench.

You go straight into hugging him, enveloping his huge body to yours as he starts to cry into your chest. For the first time, he finally breaks in front of someone else rather than himself. He clutches to your body, tears wetting your shirt but you don't mind it, grabbing him even tighter. He cries, something he doesn't usually do in front of everyone. You realize how he kept holding himself in front of Taehyung and Jimin when all he wanted was to cry it out.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay." you tell him, cheeks pressed against his hair that got super long since you've last seen him.

He sniffles, wiping his eyes before he slightly pulls away. "It happened two weeks ago and I'm still such a fucking mess." he scoffs at himself.

"Two weeks ago?" you exclaim, surprised by the new information. "It happened two weeks ago and I know just... now?"

He glares at you and you quickly shut your mouth. "Not everything is about you, Y/N." he reminds you.

Rolling your eyes, you're about to curse at him for being so rude but then you remember his state. He's just hurt and in a way, he's right. "No, that's not what I meant. I just... I'm surprised that you didn't tell me sooner. If it weren't for Jimin, I don't think I'd be here right now." you explain, thinking about all possibilities that could happen.

"I was going to," he mutters, reaching for a bottle of water instead as he takes a few gulps. "But I needed some time to myself. I didn't want anyone to see me like this." he points out towards his slightly puffed eyes.

You just wished he'd tell you sooner. But you don't tell him that. It's not selfish to think that, because you just wanted to be there for him sooner. Nobody should go through such a heartbreak alone. Not when he has you and other two friends willing to be there for him.

"You know that you can tell me anything, right? I'm always here for you." you remind him, flushed cheeks when you see his eyes already set on you.

The friendship between you and Jungkook is mostly surrounded with you teasing each other and in a way, he's like an older brother to you. You don't get all sentimental with each other, even though you're always there for one another. It's an unspoken rule and natural feeling that your friendship has.

"I know," he says softly, giving you the best little smile he can muster. "And I'm so grateful for that. I know I was acting like an asshole and I'm sorry, I just... I'm really happy that you're here."

You don't get to hear such words often, especially coming out of Jungkook's mouth, but that's why you're even more pleased to hear them.

You smile back at him, silently thanking him and also saying that it's okay and you get it. It's quiet for a moment. Jungkook fumbles with his fingers as you silently watch him, noticing a few new tattoos that decorate his honey skin.

"Y/N?" he asks suddenly, causing you to hum in return. " You know when you asked me, if there's something you could do for me?"

"Oh, boy. What is it this time?" you joke, causing him to silently chuckle under his breath.

What could he possibly want to know? The last time he wanted something from you, was to clean his whole apartment because he twisted his ankle. But whatever that comes out of his mouth next, never occurred to you before.

"Can you pretend to be my girlfriend?"

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— viking!bakugou katsuki x reader

synopsis: after a reconciling evening in the lake, you find yourself spending your first night in your fiancé’s bedroom.

warnings: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, arranged marriage, fiancés, referred to as princess/honey/dirty girl, unprotected sex, pulling out used as a contraceptive, talk of sub/dom, lovey dovey, light ass play, p to v sex, viking au but don’t expect it to be historically correct lmao, modern language.

notes: this is a part two of WAITING FOR YOU, so this can be read as a stand alone but everything makes more sense after reading part one. nothing else to say! i tried hard on this and i enjoyed writing it! hope you enjoy reading :) also can still be read if you aren’t a fan of the viking part, he just is referred to as chief, you as my lady and he’s got servants n maids!

“katsuki! move your hand!”

“stop fuckin’ wiggling’ woman, gonna make me drop you,” he warns, carrying your naked body against his chest and stomping through the grass with an arm across your ass. you’re holding onto him like your life depends on it and so none of his servants end up getting a view of your tits.

it’s pitch black outside, with hoots from owls and neighs from the horses coming from afar. the only light out is coming from the main house which leads bakugou’s way. 

“you wouldn’t drop me. you’re too big and strong for that,” you coo in his ear and even you’re shocked at how quickly you both went from enemies to flirtation. your crushes on each other are way too big for your bodies. you guess there really is a thin line between love and hate.

also, it’s true, he wouldn’t drop you but you appealing to his ego makes him chuckle. bakugou adores how you feel in his arms, giggling and alive, smushing your body against his and putting all your trust in him.

“i’m beginning to think you only chose to marry me for my body, princess,” he smirks, bouncing up the steps to the back entrance of your shared home.

“well…,” you purposely pause and another chuckle booms out of him. he lands a pinch at your thigh and you pull the hair at the nape of his neck.

“don’t pull my hair, you child,”

“you pinched me—,”

your voice halts when bakugou steps into your new home, the back entrance plopping you both in the kitchen where about five maids and servants clean up and talk.

their eyes widen at the sight of you both, you clinging onto your fiancé and your very naked bodies. you even keep your legs straight to cover bakugou’s intimates because the only person who gets to see that part of him is you.

the head maid, sophie, you’ve always liked her, speaks up first. 

“evening chief, my lady,” she nods at you both, completely unphased. the awkwardness of it all makes laughter almost bubble out of you. especially the shocked dropped jaws of the servants near the back of the room.

you can’t blame them. only this morning you and katsuki were biting each others heads off and now you’re wrapped around him. you know you must look wild with hair falling out your silk tie and only now you notice your fiancés flushed cheeks since you were out in the dark for so long.

bakugou nods back at sophie, voice blunt and bored, “sophie.”

“do either of you want dinner sent to your rooms? or possibly… clean clothes?” she tries, careful to not overstep as bakugou begins to walk away.

you can still see her from over bakugou’s shoulder and you can’t stop your smile from blossoming.

bakugou’s about to bite back but you speak before he can, “no thank you sophie! we’re okay at the moment… or are you hungry?” you ask bakugou.

he rumbles, impatient to get going, “i’m hungry for somethin’.”

you gasp, your hand sneaking into his hair at the nape of his neck, “yeah, no thanks sophie. goodnight!”

then bakugou is off stomping towards your shared quarters.

“did you see their faces?” you chuckle, and bakugou huffs unimpressed, “i bet you they’re talking about us down there.”

“gonna give them enough talk for weeks,” he replies.

the warmth in your chest simmers down when bakugou finally sets you down on your feet, outside your bedroom door. you stand before each other just looking, finding the right words to gather on your tongue but coming up with none. your fiancé reaches up to scratch the back of his head and now nervousness spreads through you as you glance to his eyes and then fixating on the beauty spot on his shoulder. 

bakugou clears his throat abruptly, opting to stand up straighter rather than his usual slouch. then he crosses his arms across his chest. he hope you don’t notice him tensing. he’s acting stupid right now.

“so i’ll, uh, see you tomorrow? for breakfast? i’ll ask them to make somethin’ different.” he rambles and he wants to sigh at how pretty you look, drag you down the hall and kiss down your body before you fall asleep in his arms.

you’re biting down on your lip, only a lit candle by your door lighting up your features. it makes you golden, the sweet curve of your breasts, your smooth skin and the loose bits of your hair. you look like a mess in the most endearing way possible, all because of him.

to you, your brain feels like a broken record every time you look at this man. trying to tuck the animalistic chants of pounce on him, bite him, hang on and never let go, to the back of your head and instead focusing on the softer aspects of katsuki. something you don’t think many people have done before you.

this is nervousness on bakugou katsuki, chief of the village and leader of the strongest army. the shuffling on his feet. the shifting from crossing his arms to holding his arms. the way his pupils bounce like a ping pong ball to your eyes and then the dancing flame beside you. he’s adorable… always so sexy. the way he’s looking over you in the darkness with need, his posture intimidating to anyone else and his raw nakedness only makes your stomach burn with desire.

“okay, i’ll see you at breakfast,” you nod, leaning back on your door behind you, rolling your lips in.

bakugou blinks as if he’s trying to clear his thoughts, then with all the control possible, he steps away from you.

“okay goodnight.” he replies but neither of you make any moves to leave.

you just stand there and so does he, simmering into a comfortable silence. a smile sneaks up on your face and bakugou laughs through his nose.

he shakes his head, closing his eyes for a second before opening them, “fuck, okay, i’m leavin’. don’t be late or i’ll drag you out of bed.”

bakugou, now with all the strength in his body, begins to walk away from you.

your flicker down to watch his tight ass and the words come out before you can stop them, “katsuki, haven’t you forgotten something?”

he turns with wide eyes. he wants you to ask him, to say it. he’s quick to walk back to you and you bite back a laugh.

“what?”

“a goodnight kiss, chief.” you reach up on your tiptoes with a tilt to your head.

not what he wanted specifically but he won’t say no.

“calling me that will get you in trouble, princess.”

“why? everyone calls you that.”

he slides a hand to your lower back, then over your ass before yanking you into his chest. it’s intimate so quickly, his touch soothing the burning under your skin. he’s everything you want, the only person you need. 

bakugou speaks lowly in your ear, “we both know you don’t mean it in the same way.”

you shrug, blissfully sighing the feeling of your nipples against his bare chest, “kiss me, husband?”

katsuki happily indulges in you like tomorrow isn’t promised. you open your mouth eagerly, leaving no space for him to peck your lips like he tried earlier. bakugou licks inside your mouth like he’s trying to consume you, drink up enough of you to last him until breakfast. you moan into his mouth and the sound serves as a green light to push you against the door. his thigh shoves between your legs and you fight the instinct to grind against him.

bakugou pulls away out of breath, one of his arms coming to rest above your head. he looms over you and your lips are dragging back to his. he smells like nature, like fresh grass and the lavender that falls into the lake. you’re sure you smell the same.

“if you want somethin’ from me, ask for it, princess.” he breathes, deep and growly. you don’t miss katsuki’s very visible arousal and yours is hard to fight. you keep your hands around his neck so you don’t end up repeating earlier.

“take me to your room, katsuki,” you tug him down to your face, initiating a kiss for the first time. your lips land on his in a fiery rush and he meets you with the same passion. you’re biting on his bottom lip, clawing at his skin to pull him even closer as he tilts his head to suck on your tongue. you’re not sure if you can ever get enough of him now you’ve got a taste and you’re happy to know he’ll always come back to sedate you.

bakugou growls against your lips, his cock twitching against your stomach. your sigh becomes a whine for more.

“i should’ve never waited so long to touch you,” and his voice opens a new door of hunger for this man as he presses his nose into your cheek.

“why didn’t you just take me there at the beginning!?” you bite and bakugou is quick you manhandle you around, pushing you by the hips down the corridor to his room at the end of the hallway.

“i like seein’ you ask me, so cute and polite. unlike when you’re tryin’ to snap at me, like a needy brat,” you slap his chest behind you but he’s so thickly skinned he barely feels it. you tilt your head up and the smile that’s across his lips is sublime. sharp white teeth that bruised your neck earlier with pink lips that are now yours to kiss. 

everything happens in a blink of an eye, shuffling down the hallway, the lust flitting through your body, even the feeling of his hands roaming your skin is a boost of energy. his feet brush against yours and he’s hard as a pole against your ass. “i am not a needy brat!”

his laugh rumbles down your ear as he leans over you to open his bedroom door. you fixate on how his fingers wrap around the doorknob, how he presses everything against you.

“i haven’t been able to keep my eyes off you since i first saw you. all this arguin’, actin’ like you’re better than me, gettin’ naked for me… you’re needy for something, aren’t you?” bakugou shoves you in his bedroom and you’re quick to be pressed against his door. it’s too dark to see anything in his room, minus the candle light by his bed. “you want something only i can give you.”

“and what’s that?” you arch your hips towards him, not disguising how you’re dying to meet him. a carnal rush floods you, ready to claw his skin to drag him as close as possible. 

bakugou’s laugh is cocky, like the answer to your question is self explanatory. a lamplight with a small flame light his ruby red eyes, turning them into molten lava. his hands rest on the door beside your head and he leans into you, giving you what you want. your whine is sweet when his cock rubs against your clit and you waste no time, grabbing him in your hand to fit between your thighs. he’s thick, the girth you only felt in your hands before, even bigger between your legs. 

a harsh grunt comes from bakugou at your touch, adoring how your hands now roam his body. fingertips on his spine, his ass, arms and chest. he becomes all breathy, overwhelmed, ripples of muscle shaking every time he exhales. you do this to him, breaking him down until he’s just a lump of nerves. 

“actually, i think you’re the needy one, katsuki,” 

bakugou grips your thigh in his large palm tightly, yanking up your leg so your knee is pressed to your chest. you yelp when he manoeuvres you though it all turns into whimpers as he grinds his cock between your legs, hitting your clit perfectly. you knock your head back on the door behind you and bakugou grinds down on his teeth, hips thrusting uncontrolled.

“you fuckin’ drive me insane. you’re everywhere, can’t pay attention to shit anymore,” one hand sneaks up your chest to squeeze your breast and a moan falls from your lips. 

your heart pounds with the admission, from his touches, “fuck me, katsuki but you gotta pull out. d-don’t want…”

“yeah, yeah can’t have you knocked up for the wedding,” he buts in, holding his cock in his fist and guiding it to the space between your legs.

“and i thought you wanted to save sex for after the wedding,” you wrap your arms tight around his neck, licking across his ear in a frenzy. bakugou rumbles in your arms and as soon as he meets your hole, it’s like air is sucked from the room.

“oh fuck, princess.”

you inhale deeply, feeling pleasure scorch through your body with a bite of pain. he’s massive, stretching you wide and he’s moving so slow. grinding up into you inch by inch as if he’s trying not to hurt you. you can tell it’s taking all his control though you want nothing more for him to be rough with you. to really fuck you like a chief would, like your husband would.

bakugou’s reached a whole other plane of existence. this is what it means to have feelings for the person you have sex with, to feel like you’re learning more about the other by being inside them. his breath is hot on your skin, pupils searching yours to see if you’re feeling the same. 

the need is palpable in the air, for more, for everything. you curl your hand over the back of his neck, dragging his lips to yours. 

“harder, fuck me harder, chief,” you demand and bakugou replies by pressing his lips to yours and doing what you say.

he’s all over you, starting a rhythm that would have your head rolling if he wasn’t kissing you so hard. you’re complete pleasure, hands raking through his hair, over his shoulders. his cock kisses your softest parts, again and again and again, so much of him inside of you that your breath halts in your throat.

“how is fuckin’ everythin’ about you so…,” a wet kiss lands on your jaw, then another with a swift flick of his hips making you whine, “so perfect.”

there’s no logical thought in bakugou’s head as he slides his hands under your ass and immediately your legs reach around his waist. it’s uncoordinated with the rest of the world but together, you’re in unison as your lips find each others again, sucking desperately in order to find out more. he holds all your weight effortlessly in his hands, carrying you to press against the curtains on the other side of the room. 

he swears he’s trying to get to the bed but you’re so tight, so wet around him it feels heavenly. you’re against the curtains now, and with every deep thrust he gives, you fall further and further away from the realities of life, especially the sound of ripping from above you.

“oh god,” your voice shakes, meeting him with every thrust and you think your pleasure is capped until he begins to thumb at your clit. rubbing slow circles at a completely different speed to his cock. “you’re too big.”

bakugou’s chuckle vibrates down your eardrum and you chase his lips for another connection, “you know how to boost my ego, huh?”

to his delight, you drawl in a tone so sweet, “it’s true. so big.”

there’s no chance to reply when with reflexes faster than light, bakugou’s hand cradles your head to his chest and rushes you over to his bed, right before his curtains crash to the ground.

bakugou pays no mind to it, his hand drifting back to your clit and he coats your neck in his teeth marks. it’s so much easier to fuck you on his bed, your hair circling you, his knee sinking into his mattress and pulling one of his pillows to stuff under your lower back.

“did we just?” you can barely pay attention with how your eyes flutter shut at every kiss though it’s hard to ignore the massive uncovered window before you, showing the midnight sky ahead. you’re lucky this area of his house is private so nobody would be able to see what you’re doing.

your back arches, heat coiling tight in your stomach as his thumb speeds up against your clit. it’s a lot, “you made me break and rip the curtains, princess.”

“m-me? you’re the animal, throwing me ah-around!” you manage, though there’s no bite behind your words, instead you’re sinking your fingers into his hair, keeping his face close above yours.

“you love it, princess.”

katsuki is beautiful, rough edges, scars and marks against your softer curves and skin. your thumbs smooth against his eyebrows and you come to an understanding looking into his carmine eyes. 

he flicks his thumb, and you gasp, mouth wide, “i’m gonna, i’m gonna c—,”

“i know, i know,” he soothes, squeezing your thigh, “i’ve got you.”

you never finish your sentence as shudders shake your body. your legs tighten around his waist when the starlight pleasure flushes your entire body, lighting you up from the inside. you think you’re scratching his back with your nails though the only words you catch him saying are rough mumbles of, “beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful,” before he gets hit with the same pleasure. 

bakugou keeps his forearm by your head, careful to not crush you with his weight. he pulls out of you like he promised, white spluttering over your stomach and breasts. he tugs at his cock thrice with a growl and clenched eyes, the sweet release seeping out of his limbs and swapping with exhaustion.

you tire him, rendering undone like nothing has ever done before. he's careful to fall on the bed beside you, coming back to earth by yanking you into his chest for a cuddle.

“so that was good,” you muffle against his chest, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

bakugou doesn’t think he’s laughed so much in a single day, or even smiled. a chuckle erupts from him, pushing loose strands of hair off his face and looking over at you, already looking at him.

“good? don’t lie to me, honey.”

you run your finger along his collarbones, “you’re right, it was okay.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, grasping your chin in his hand and waving your head around. your giggles fill the room and bakugou feels his chest expand with fresh air. 

 “why are you still tryin’ to fuck with me?” he’s breathless. not from the sex, just from how happiness looks on you.

you pull his hand from your chin with barely any resistance, curling his fingers with your hand and laying his fist to your chest.

“it’s fun,” you grin and you’re so kissable above him that he finds himself pouting his lips just so that you can kiss him again. you whisper, “i loved it.”

“yeah?” he flicks his eyes down to the drying release on your stomach, “i’ll ask for them to boil some water. i’ll clean you up.”

“or we could go again?” you rub your thigh against his, your hand moving to cradle the side of his head. “me on top this time?”

bakugou doesn’t know how to say no to you, maybe he could have forced one last week but not now with the moonlight lighting up from behind you, making you glow like an angel. he also just doesn’t want to say no. he wants you again, he doesn’t think he’ll ever not.

you look almost shy, biting down on your lip though your need for him is so strong, you’re not afraid to ask.

“don’t be goin’ shy on me, princess,” he hums, “i’ll give you anythin’.”

your eyebrows rise, “you’d let me be on top?”

“course i would. why wouldn’t i?”

you shrug, getting on your knees to straddle his waist, “you don’t seem the type to be okay with being submissive.”

his hands rest on your thighs when you settle and you run your hands up the hard curves of his chest, “you being on top doesn’t mean i’m gonna be submissive below you. i’m still gonna fuck you.”

his blunt words have the coil in your stomach tighten all over again, warming up and spreading like a forest fire. you reach behind you to grasp at his half hard cock, holding him tightly. he shows no reaction minus the twitch in your palm.

“i could be submissive for you, let you have your way with me. talk how you’d like,” he slides a hand up to grasp at your breast, pinching your perked nipple between two fingertips, “not today though.”

you’re like a mewling cat, curling into his palm for more of his touch. you lift your hips, slowly sinking onto his cock and getting used to the stretch of him at a whole new angle.

“oh god,” you screech unexpectedly, rolling in the fact you feel him growing inside you, getting harder by the second.

“katsuki. i thought you didn’t wanna see me as a deity,” he chuckles amused before thrusting upwards and having you fall forward, hands bracing on his chest.

“katsuki!”

“shit, you’re the prettiest thing. all for me. gonna get me addicted,” he blurts every thought on his mind, the feeling of your warmth completely sheathing him overwhelming.

you already look fucked out your mind, barely remembering how you wanted to fuck him. you lift your hips and begin bouncing on his cock, flinging your head back and whining when every touch touches your spot without fail.

“right there, honey?” and he sounds so sickly sweet, honey down your throat as he drags you down by the back of your neck to kiss him. it’s messy and wet, his tongue out to lick across yours.

“i can’t be a good, fuck, a good husband if you don’t talk to me.” 

“feels so good, katsuki,” you say, the squelching sound of your wetness louder than your voice, “i think i’m gonna die.”

another laugh chases through him, his hands dipping down to squeeze your ass, “you’re not dying on me, honey.”

sex with bakugou is unlike anything you’ve ever felt. so completely devastating in the most beautiful way. you moan like a whore when he roughly squeezes your asscheeks and your eyes clench shut when a finger, lubricated in your own wetness, rubs circles against your asshole.

katsuki pays attention, watching every reaction to be sure you won’t be able to even joke saying that sex is okay with him. 

“you like when i touch your ass, princess?” your head is stuffed in his neck, wailing loud enough he’s sure the maids and servants must be able to hear, “my wife is a dirty girl.”

“i-i’m not,” you murmur, unsure to correct him on the wife or dirty part.

he keeps at the circles with his finger, rutting his hips up every time you try to fuck back into him. he’s stronger, movements filled with so much more power, that your body shakes. you’re so close to bursting. 

bakugou can tell you’re close, “say you are and i’ll let you come.”

you try to lift up, “you’re so annoying.”

he grins, punctuating his comment was a thrust, “c’mon.”

you bite down on your lip, the burning hot need killing you.

it’s a whisper, “i’m a dirty girl.”

“that’s not what i want.” he presses on your ass and you gasp. so close.

“i’m your dirty wife,” you’re unable to bite at him, instead your teeth find the meat of his shoulder as your orgasm rushes through you with ocean size waves.

bakugou stuffs an inch of his finger in your ass, and you burst, clenching around his cock so tight, he’s calling out to whatever god is listening so he doesn’t come inside you.

the pleasure feels unreal. rattling down to your fingertips, clearing your head like you’re walking through clouds. there are no thoughts but this beautiful man below you. 

when you’re finished, body limp on his, he’s quick to roll you off him, coming all over his chest. 

you’re all sweaty and sticky, not even bothering to lay back in his arms though he can’t help but find your hand and kiss it softly.

“i want you with me all day tomorrow.”

“katsuki—,” you start but he continues.

“i wanna feed you the best shit i can get, have you meet daisy properly, meet my friends, properly take you into the village. i’ll get the key for the library too,” he breathes in a rush. he rolls his head to face you, “i meant what i said, i’m gonna be the best for you.”

your smile is sleepy, “i don’t doubt it but i think most of tomorrow might be in bed.”

his eyes shine, “you’re insatiable. my cock is that good?”

you push his face with your fingers, “no stupid, i’m probably going to ache tomorrow.”

his adoration for you doesn’t leave, “it’s the same question, princess. my cock is that good?”

you huff though you don’t fight your smile.

“i’ll look after you. i’ll get some hot water to clean us up for now and we can bathe in the morning.”

bakugou sits up, raking his hand through his hair and resting his other on your thigh.

“okay,” you’re glowing, cheeks raised.

then he’s up and off, shoving on some old cloths not before turning around to check you haven’t magically disappeared from the bed. you obviously haven’t, though you’re resting on your forearms looking out the curtainless window. you feel him staring so you look at him again.

“yes?”

bakugou grunts, rubbing his face roughly like it will wake him up out of his new lovesickness over his fiancé.

“nothin’. don’t leave,” he moves to shut the door behind him but he still hears you call out.

“this is my home! where else would i go?”

bakugou needs to stop this stupid grin before his servants think he’s actually under a spell… who’s he fooling? they all heard your screams earlier.