Katsuki Bakugo Secretly Loves It When You Act Like A Complete Brat. He Already Has That Gruff Personality

katsuki bakugo secretly loves it when you act like a complete brat. he already has that gruff personality that makes him seem angry all the time, but that’s all a facade when it comes to your bratty tendencies, oh no, he’s not mad at all. there’s nothing this man loves more than putting you in your place. he’ll have you folded into the mattress, knees to your chest, legs resting on his shoulders and he cannot help but feel his balls tighten every time he looks down at your face. so sweet, tears rolling down your fat cheeks as his cock just bullies your pussy. “awe, what’s a matter, crybaby? where’d all that attitude go?” and he is enjoying this, oh so much. he’ll lean down to press a heavy kiss to your lips, hips never once faltering, moving his hand to cup your cheek, all before using his thumb to guide your mouth open. he allows his spit to gather up before letting it go to roll past his lips & he didn’t even see you, patiently waiting, tongue lolled out, catching it right on your tongue and swallowing it so fast, as if that was the last things you’d ever get from him. the last time you’d ever taste him. the scene enough for him to completely fill you to the brim then and there. “no, no more ‘suki” you’d whine trying to push him off, to no avail, too cock drunk and overstimulated, “‘s too much. i can’t,” you’d pout and he’d grab your hand, pinning it above your head. “but this what you wanted, you begged for this crybaby. i think that you have a couple more in ya,” as he’d pepper kisses along your jaw line, nibbling at your neck before stuffing his cock back inside, and oh how he wishes that you would just brat out a little more. ♡

Tied Down (Part One)

Cowboy!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Summary: You've been trying to become number one for so long, but just when you thought you would become a Champion Reiner, Bakugou Katsuki steals the spot from beneath your nose and becomes your number one rival. While on your way back to the top you find out there's more to Bakugou than meets the eye.

Hi friends, back again with Cowboy!Bakugou! I'm pretty excited about this one :) It's got some good tropes rivals to lovers, sort of a love triangle, and some good old drama and spice lmao I'm not sure how long this will be, but I guess around six or seven parts! This first part is a little short, just to get the ball rolling lol think its about 5k?

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of an accident, someone becoming paralyzed, dub-con, only a little bit of grinding lmao kind of a love triangle

Part Two! Part Three!

Part One

There was something brewing in the air the night you saw him. The wind had stilled, the air grew thick with moisture, and the smell of rain tickled your nose. Tension was high and you could feel it and the horses could too. 

That night was an important one, probably the most important one of your career. It practically determined if you would be able to keep your family's ranch or not. You were in the final champion show for reining horses and the pool of riders was small, just you and about twenty others. Apparently, you were expected to win, at least so you thought.

That all changed when he showed up on his big blue roan stallion and you instantly knew that you had lost. He got a perfect score and a standing ovation from the crowd, that night his horse had become the number one reining horse in the whole country. 

You ended up having to pull out before you ran, his horse had kicked yours in the knee, hard, on the way out of the arena in a scuffle you thought had to be fate. Both stallions never even acknowledge each other until you locked your gaze with his. He didn’t even apologize, all he did was turn his nose up at you and told you to “get a better hold on that damn stud, its a fuckin’ wonder you even made it this far.”

Those words lit a fire under you that would burn hot and bright for three years and for three years you worked hard to climb back up to the top of the ranks, and along the way you would never forget the face of Bakugou Katsuki, the man that took everything away from you.

------------------------------ Three Years Later—------------------

His face was everywhere you turned and so was that fucking blue roan. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the magazine in your hands, staring into the red gaze of Bakugou Katsuki.

“If you keep glarin’ at that magazine any longer it’s gonna catch on fire,” Toshinori’s deep voice sounded from next to you.

You sighed, drawing your gaze away from your number one rival, well at least in your mind he was your number one rival. “I know,” you answered with a sigh, “it’s just why does everyone kiss the ground this guy walks on? He’s not that great.”

“He’s number one,” Toshinori answered loosely.

“Well I’m gonna be number one too,” you seethed, “just wait, this year it’s gonna change.”

Toshinori looked at you, his expression was soft, yet it held mild concern. He had always looked out for you, being your father’s best friend and all. Once your father passed away, and you lost the ranch, he stepped up and tried to make sure you would fill your dad’s boots, but it proved to be harder than he thought. You had the potential for sure, but you were hot-headed and stubborn.

“Stop lookin’ at me like that, Toshi,” you sighed as the announcer told the crowd that the competition was about to start.

Toshinori sighed as he ran a hand through his straw colored hair, “I know, but kid, you’ve gotta cool off, that horse of yours gets too riled up when you do and you mess up. Both of you can’t be too hot out there or you’ll keep gettin’ second.”

“I know that,” you said through gritted teeth as your gaze cut to your stallion. He had gotten older, probably older than most stallions in the show, but he was your pride and joy, a big dunskin with four white socks. He was a good horse, mean as hell when he needs to be, which you liked, that meant he was smart. 

However, you did acknowledge you both were too hot in the arena. Too insync with each other needs to go, to be number one. So you nodded and sighed, letting your shoulders relax as you reined in your anger. 

Today you would be calm. Nothing could even go wrong really, this was just a qualifying bracket and an early one too. Your horse was way too good to not get first right now. If you won this bracket you’d move up and then you’d be three shows away from competing with Bakugou. 

“Go get on, you’re about to run,” Toshinori’s voice cut into your thoughts.

You glanced up at your uncle and nodded, deciding to keep quiet as you got on your horse and made your way into the arena. You were the first one to go. The crowd was sparse, but that didn’t matter to you, you weren’t there to impress, like a certain someone you knew. 

The announcer called your name and number and you set off, going through your course pretty smoothly until you came to your last sliding stop. As your horse slid across the arena dirt you suddenly locked eyes with the last person you were expecting to see at your show.

Bakugou.

In fact, he was sitting right next to Toshinori, listening as your uncle rambled about something, but he was watching you. He had his legs crossed at the knee, showing off his fancy new boots that you could tell cost him a pretty penny. 

You narrowed your eyes and backed your horse up before patting the side of his neck. He was breathing hard, and so were you. The fire inside of your belly got hot with anger as your rival lifted his lips up into a smirk. 

You turned your horse away from him and made your way out of the arena and back towards your trailer and truck that were parked. Some voices sounded from behind you and you didn’t even bother to look back, you knew whose voice that was. That deep timbre accented with a country twang that had all your girlfriends raging. 

With a disgruntled sigh you stopped your horse and got off, still keeping to yourself as you led him up to where his halter was tied at the trailer. 

“Did good out there, kid,” Toshinori said as he patted your horse's bum, “Cowboy is easily gonna take the win on this one.”

“Didn’t keep your hands soft though,” Bakugou quickly added in before you could say your thanks to your uncle.

“Don’t talk to me about soft hands,” you hissed as you took off your horse's bridle and placed his halter back on, roughly tying the rope by the side of his cheek while he started to grab at his hay net. 

“Bakugou does have soft hands, darlin’,” Toshinori gently said. Even though he knew you hated Bakugou’s guts, he also knew that he’d be a great teacher to you. Teach you patience and how to cool off, something he had to teach Bakugou himself. Granted he had to admit your temper was much more fiery than the blond next to him.

You clenched your jaw, muttering something venomous under your breath as you undid the girth of your saddle.

“What was that?” Bakugou asked, lifting an eyebrow as he moved up next to you, and easily lifted the saddle from your horse's back.

“Nothin’,” you snapped, watching as he easily placed your saddle back on its rack in the tack section of your trailer. “I had that.”

“Y/n,” Toshinori hissed quietly from behind you, “let the poor boy help ya, okay? He’s trying to extend - wadda you call it?- an olive branch?”

“Olive branch or not, he’s full of it,” you sneered, eyeing Bakugou as he snooped through your tack, “you and I both know he’s just sniffin’ out the competition. Does this every year, it gets his rivals unnerved. You saw what happened to Izuku last year? Yeah, you and I both know Izuku doesn’t just fall off his horse during a spin, Bakugou got all up in his head.”

Toshinori’s lips flattened into a flat line, he seemed displeased that you brought up his favorite student, practically his other adopted son besides Bakugou. “Katsuki isn’t like that, don’t you dare blame him.”

“Yeah fuckin’ right, Toshi. You just can’t see it cause you love him like he’s your own, but I can. He’s a snake, plays dirty as hell to get what he wants. Even to his best friend, Izuku, and he’ll do it to me too. Your actual family,” you said, feeling your anger flare as you turned on your heel heading towards Bakugou who was looking at your horse's stifles.

“These look a little sore, probably need to get them injected,” he said, lips quirked up again at the sight of your deepening frown.

“Yeah? Are you a vet?” you scoffed as you kicked his knee, prompting him to stand up. He was tall, you'd give him that. Probably around 6’4 without his boots on. You knew he liked to use his height to intimidate people, but that didn’t work on you. Not anymore. “Get the hell out of here, I know what you’re doin’ and it’s not gonna work.”

“And what would that be, princess?” Bakugou drawled as he leaned against your trailer.

“You’re trying to get in my head, make me mess up,” you answered while folding your arms across your chest. “It’s not gonna work this year, Katsuki. I’m gonna take that number one spot from you.”

Bakugou’s playful dememour instantly turned dark at your threat, he laughed, it was deep and mocking. “I highly doubt that. You can try, but just like all the years past you’ll mess up. Get all tangly in that head of yours,” he said as he flicked you in the forehead.

“Ouch!” you hissed, rubbing your forehead as you glared up at him. “That supposed to scare me? C’mon Bakugou, you can do better than that,” you hissed glancing back at your uncle who was on his phone and not listening, which allowed you to lean into Bakugou closer, “I know what you said to Izuku last year, don’t think that’s gonna work on me.”

An emotion flashed across Bakugou’s face that you couldn’t place, but you quickly guessed it might have been guilt, which was strange. However, it was quickly replaced with a smug smirk, “you think so? Then you better watch out, princess, you’ll be next.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, “alright, sure. Go and get, I’m tired of lookin’ at you.”

Bakugou huffed, glancing up at your uncle who was now watching you both, “yeah whatever, work on your hands? I want to have some actual competition this year, ya know?”

You snorted and shook your head as you watched him turn on his heel and walk towards his obnoxiously large black truck. Well, you both had the same truck but yours was better. “Let’s go home,” you said aloud.

—-----------------

“Don’t you think you should listen to him?” your friend Tsu asked as she rode past you on her large warmblood gelding. 

“My hands are soft,” you said with a huff as you loosened your reins.

Tsu shook her head as he cantered up towards a high jump. You could hear her counting her strides before her horse leaped over the jump and landed perfectly on the other side. She rode back up to you and came to a stop, “he’s right, you extend your shoulder too far out, I think you’re just being nice to Cowboy. He’d do better with more contact on his bit.”

You frowned as you grabbed your reins and adjusted your arm so you weren’t letting it hang too far over the saddle. It’s not like you didn’t have soft hands, you did, but that’s when you were riding English. Which is where you met your friend Tsu. Both of you met when you were younger and learned everything you knew about riding.

“That’s better,” she said as she watched you trot around her. “I hate to say it, but maybe you should let Bakugou give you a lesson?”

Tsu!” you almost screeched causing her horse to jump at the shrill tone of your voice, “you did not just say that!”

Tsu laughed, “just kidding, Y/n, but maybe go watch him ride?”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you mulled over her suggestion, “I guess I could. Maybe get inside his head.”

“Sure sure,” Tsu said with another chuckle as she glanced down at her watch, “look I gotta go, but text me if you’re going to that bar tonight with Ochako and Momo?”

“I will, just be ready by ten just in case,” you said as you watched Tsu head back to the stable. You were currently working as a ranch manager on Toshinori’s ranch which allowed Tsu to board her horse at his stable for cheap. It was a nice gig and Toshi paid you well, despite you being his niece. 

Granted he needs the extra help anyway. You swallowed thickly as a memory flashed in your eyes. You took a shaky breath before heading back to the stables and watching Tsu peel out of the driveway in her green car. 

You dismounted Cowboy and began untacking him again and let him loose around the stable so he could graze. He was good for a stallion, you trained him well, so you didn’t have to worry too much about him getting to the mares or the other horses. You’d still put him up before you left anyway.

“He’s always been a good one, hasn’t he?” a gentle voice said from inside of the stables.

You squinted as you watched Izuku wheel out of the stable with a solemn look on his face. “Yeah, Cowboy is a special horse.”

“I know, you’ve trained him up pretty good, Y/n,” Izuku said with a small smile as he stopped his wheelchair in front of you.

You smiled down at Izuku. What had happened to him was tragic. He was neck and neck with Bakugou during last year's championship competition. You thought he was better than Bakugou actually, he had raw talent and a work ethic that was insane.

Although during his run last year something that seemed impossible happened, Izuku came out strong but once he got to his last spin his horse slipped and landed right on Izuku crushing his lower back and paralyzing him almost immediately. 

You knew Bakugou had been taunting him before, telling him not to hold his reins too tight, don’t press his heel too hard into his horse's side, relax in the saddle or something would go wrong. All things to unnerve Izuku and for Izuku to have a fall like that, whether it was his fault or his horse just slipped, you would always blame Bakugou for trying to get into Izuku’s head, mess with him. It wasn’t right. 

You’d never forget the cry that Izuku let out when his horse landed on him or the shock in his voice when he shouted he couldn’t feel his legs, it was horrifying. 

“You okay?” Izuku asked, tilting his head as his green curls fell to the side of his face.

You nodded and plastered on a smile, “yeah, and hey we got first yesterday. Gonna knock Bakugou down from the top this year.”

Izuku smiled, “I’m sure you will, Y/n.”

“Thanks Izu,” you said with a smile as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Y/n,” Izuku began as he gazed out into the open arena, “I know you blame him, but he didn’t do this. I just want you to know that, it was just an accident.”

You curled your fingers into Izuku’s shoulder, “He shouldn’t have been telling you all of that before your run. He got into your head, made you nervous Izu.”

“He did do that, but I’ve made peace that it was an accident,” Izuku said, even though there was a small hint of anger in his voice.

“If you think so,” you said quietly, watching your best friend gaze out across the field to where some of the horses were grazing, including his now gelded stallion.

Izuku nodded and gave you a small smile, “have fun tonight, don’t let Ochako talk to any other guys,” he teased.

You snorted, “she’s only got eyes for you, Izu.”

Izuku’s cheeks flushed and he looked away from you trying to conceal his grin.

You grinned and ruffled his hair before heading inside to get ready to have fun with your friends, but the nagging voice in your head told you that Izuku should be with you too. 

—---------------------

The bar you were in was a bit interesting, but it was your favorite. There was a big dance floor in the middle, lots of places to sit, some places to play pool, and a mechanical bull. However, the best part was that off to the far right there was a small indoor arena where there would be bull riding at midnight.

It was pretty entertaining and it helped you loosen up a bit. Which you needed, you were acutely aware of the stick up your ass right now.

The music was loud as you chugged down a whiskey sour before reaching for another one, feeling your body become buzzed with the alcohol. It felt nice to be feeling so light for once.

“Ooh! Look! They’re about to ride the bulls,” Momo shouted as she dragged you across the bar and towards the arena where you both climbed onto a table to get a better look.

“What about Tsu and Ochako?” you slurred as you fixed your crop top.

“They’ll catch up!” Momo shouted as the lights turned on and the announcer started to hype up the crowd as the guys in the pen got the first bull ready.

“First up we’ve got Eijirou Kirishima or better known as Red Riot! He’s well known around here, never seen a guy take as many horns to the side as him, dude’s built like a boulder!” the announcer shouted as the crowd went wild.

Your eyes widened as you watched the largest guy you’ve ever seen get on his bull, which was huge too. He had a mass of wild red hair and laughed as his buddies slapped him on the shoulder. 

“That’s like your dream guy, Y/n,” Momo said loudly as she watched your face, you were in utter awe.

“I know,” you said as you mindlessly took a sip of your drink. 

“Better go get ‘em before the other girls do,” Momo said with a giggle as she nudged your arm, “you gotta let loose for once.”

You nodded, keeping your eyes glued to Kirishima as his ride started. He was good, hanging on tight as he kept one arm up while the bull bucked wildly around the small arena. You let out a gasp as the bulls head slammed back into Kirishima’s face causing his mask to fly off, but he held on until the timer buzzed and then let go. He landed rather roughly but managed to scramble to his feet and climb the fence.

In a brief moment you caught his scarlet gaze and he grinned and wiped the blood off his face from his nose. 

“Did he just smile at you?” Momo asked, glancing between the two of you.

You nodded, a slow grin growing on your face as you watched Kirishima hop off the fence and towards the back after his bull exited the arena. “He did.”

—----------

Across the bar, Bakugou was nursing a warm beer as Denki continued to ramble on about how he breaks in colts to the girl snuggled into his side. 

“Look who's here,” Shindo said from next to Bakugou as he set his beer down, “Y/n’s up on that table with Shoto’s girl, yeah?”

Bakugou turned his gaze towards you to see you standing on your toes, dressed in something he doesn't usually see you in. He then watched as you hopped off the table and practically sprinted towards the arena. “The hell is she scurrying off to?”

“Who knows,” Shindo said with a yawn, “that one is trouble though, mean as hell, just like that stud she has,” he added as he rubbed his arm, there was a small scar there from when your horse bit him.

Bakugou huffed, cutting his gaze to Cami who had come back by his side and placed her hand on his chest, “got your drink?”

She nodded, grinning as she took a sip of her drink, “yup, thanks for paying, Kats.”

He nodded, giving her cheek a small pinch between his fingers as he turned his gaze back towards you. To his surprise you were talking with one of his close friends, Eijirou Kirishima. He was a bull rider and did some ranch work on the side, pushing cattle and such.

“Oh she’s talking to Eijirou,” Shindo said with a snort, “he better watch out, sure she bites too.”

“You’re just jealous,” Sero finally spoke up from the other side of the booth, “she’s rejected you like four times, Shindo.”

“Yeah whatever,” Shindo said with a snort as he took a heavy sip from his beer.

Bakugou furrowed his brows as he watched his friend tuck some of your hair behind your ear, and he felt something heavy settle in his stomach like lead.

—-----------------

“You’re really good,” you said rather awkwardly to Kirishima who had just tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“You think so?” he said with a chuckle as he let his hand drop down next to his side again.

You nodded, “yeah,” you trailed off, feeling your face turn hot.

Kirishima laughed, “you’re cute, you wanna dance?” he asked as he held his hand out for you.

Your eyes widened, “um okay, I’m not very good though."

He laughed again as his hand engulfed yours, “that’s okay, just follow my lead. I’ll take good care of ya.”

You smiled as you let him lead you onto the dance floor and he immediately pulled you in close. He was tall, pushing 6’6 and you were level with his chest, which meant you had to look up to see his face. 

Kirishima placed his hand on the small of your back and held your hand in his as he began to pull you along to the music, making you laugh.

“Gonna twirl ya, ready?” he asked, his scarlet eyes shining under the multicolored lights.

You nodded, grateful that the alcohol was making you more relaxed and definitely looser, or you knew you’d be stiff as a board in his arms. A small shout escaped you as he twirled you and then dropped you down into a dip, making you scramble to grab onto him.

“You’re just too cute sweetheart,” he cooed, giving you a wide smile and exposing a set of perfectly white teeth.

You nearly melted as he pulled you back up flush against him. He smelled good too, like spice and just a little bit of alcohol. It was almost addicting as he pulled you close to him again, and ran his thumb over the back of your hand as he led you both around the dance floor.

The song soon ended and you found yourself back in a secluded booth sipping on another whiskey sour as Kirishima told you about his day job of working as a ranch hand at Crimson Ranch. 

“So what about you darlin’?” Kirishima asked as he pulled you closer to him and rested his big hands on your thighs.

“Oh I work as a ranch manager for my uncle’s ranch now, but I rein,” you answered as you felt yourself lean into him.

“Really?” Kirishima drawled as he inched his hands up further on your bare thighs, “well, believe it or not, I’ve seen you ride before, you’re talented.”

Your eyes widened, “you have?”

Kirishima nodded, “yeah, one of my friends does reining too, he’s pretty good, but I’d reckon you’re better,” he said with a wink.

If he hadn't already won you over with the smooth talking and dancing he sure did now. “Yeah?”

Kirishima nodded, as he helped you settle onto his lap. He gazed up at you as he placed his hands on your hips and hooked his thumbs into your belt loops and pulled you flush against him, “oh yeah, you and that dunskin make a good pair, you gonna bring home the championship this year?”

“Now you’re just tryin’ to butter me up,” you said, trying to keep your cool as you resisted the urge to grind down on him.

Kirishima almost purred, “nah, just tellin’ the truth darlin’.”

You lifted an eyebrow, “dunno, not sure if I believe ya.”

“No?” Kirishima teased as he watched you lean over, you both were so close that your lips were just barely grazing his.

“No,” you answered, letting your eyes close as he pressed his lips to yours. A soft sigh escaped you as you kissed him. He tasted like whiskey and a little bit of blood, but that didn’t bother you. All that you could think of was his hands on you and the warm feeling starting to spread into your limbs from your tummy.

Kirishima nipped at your lip making you whine as you tangled your hands into his mane of hair and pressed yourself closer against him, so close that you coud feel the planes of muscle through his flannel and the bulge in his jeans.

You broke away to catch your breath as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your jaw and down the side of your neck as you rocked your hips against his, gasping into his ear as the buckle of his belt pressed aginst your core just right.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Kirishima groaned as he squeezed your sides and spread his legs more, he was fixing to run his hand under your crop top, but he caught sight of someone marching up towards him.

“Kiri,” you muttered, voice needy as he pressed his hand to your lower back making you whine softly.

“Hold on sweetheart,” he whispered sweetly into your ear, “Katsuki, what’s up dude?”

You froze, Katsuki? Dread filled your veins like ice as you stiffened in Kirishima’s big arms.

“The hell are you doin’?” Bakugou’s deep voice cut through your syrupy haze like a hot knife.

“What I want, mind your own business, yeah?” Kirishima said with a large smirk, which only grew as he felt you stiffen even more, “look ya scared her.”

You gulped and turned your head to look at Bakugou over your shoulder.

Bakugou held your gaze, trying to avoid looking at your swollen lips or the red marks on your neck, or the fact that he could see Kirishima still grinding up into you. He swallowed thickly and narrowed his eyes at you before finally speaking, “better not miss your lesson tomorrow, princess.”

“Lesson?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in shock.

“Your uncle set it up a few hours ago, don’t be late, it's at eight tomorrow morning,” Bakugou said while rolling his eyes as he turned on his heel and headed out towards the front door, reaching his hand out for Cami to grab.

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

⇢ pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

⇢ rating: e, 18+

⇢ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, mating bites, scenting, knotting, a/b/o-typical animalistic traits, hunting and butchering of animals for consumption, villain-adjacent endeavor and hawks

⇢ tags: alpha bakugo x omega reader, slow burn, aged up characters, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f!receiving)

⇢ art: by the incredible @king-bito

✸ part of my big bang academia - see other incredible works here! ✸

⇢ summary:

In the Kingdom of Eldur, you’re an anomaly, an omega born to a society of betas, and treated poorly for it. During a celebration of the long-standing peace between the Kingdom of Eldur and the distant mountain tribes where alphas and omegas live freely, you meet their leader, Katsuki Bakugo. He is strong and wild and bares his teeth - an alpha’s alpha, who finds the forceful suppression of your omegan nature reprehensible. 

When the King of Eldur rejects your request to accompany him to live with the among mountain tribesfolk, he makes you an offer that stops you in your tracks. A mating bite, knowing that even the King has no authority to sever such a bond. You must decide, then, what you will do - stay and languish within the safe walls of Eldur or trust yourself to an alpha with pointed fangs and sharp temper, whose scent awakens something inside you that’s laid dormant for years. 

Post dates:

PART I: 8/20/22

PART II: 8/27/2022

PART III: TBD

PART IV: TBD

Minors DNI, NSFW, AFAB reader

Consider this: surprising Steve with naughty Polaroid's.

You knew you wanted to start off with a few tame shots; see Steve's reaction before you thought of taking it any further. The first couple of pictures were of a new lacy bra cupping your breasts underneath your unbuttoned blouse and your legs clad in sheer thigh high stockings, glossy nails toying with the hem.

You didn't want to just walk up to him and hand them over. That felt too unexciting. Instead, you hid them in a place you knew he was sure to look.

Seated in the parking lot of Family Video, he'd find the first set of pictures inside of an envelope tucked into the visor of his car. Instantly, he would know it was from you, recognizing the faint scent of your perfume coming off of the baby blue stationary.

You'd given him letters in the past, earnest and heartfelt writings that he'd collect and peruse on days he missed you. This felt different. He thought it was strange that you hadn't handed it to him in person like the others. It made him wonder what made this gift unlike the others. Accidentally ripping the envelope, the contents spilled onto his lap, snapshots of lace and soft skin pooling on his thighs in an enticing mess.

༻❁༺

When your phone starts to ring you take a moment to exhale, readying yourself for the call you'd been waiting for since slipping the pictures into Steve's car.

There's no time to greet him first when you pick up the phone, his voice carrying through the line in an excited ramble. "Baby, baby, your envelope- I found it it my car- oh my god".

"Did you like them?", you ask, voice all hopeful.

"Like them? you gave me a boner at work. I'm going to be hard all day", he answers, not sounding upset about it in the least.

You laugh, a mix of relief and something more washing over you. "You better do something about that, Harrington", you tease.

"Oh I plan to. You better be ready for me because I'm coming over the second my shift ends".

༻❁༺

Since then you'd get more creative with your little gifts, getting more bold with how you dressed up (or down) for him in your pictures.

The next set of pictures started with a side angle of you in just your panties and a white crop top as you sat on your bed with your legs folded underneath you, the curve of your breasts just below your nipples visible underneath the cut of your top.

Positioning your camera on top of your dresser, you're able to take a few more while dressed only in one of Steve's shirt's. The first few has you on the carpet with your legs folded again, camera pointed at you in a downward angle by slipping a thin stack of your envelopes underneath the back of it. Your thighs are spread with your hands planted between them, chest pushed out so that your nipples strain against the cotton.

The next few required a little stretching beforehand in order to capture your vision. Crossing your ankles, you bend over in front of the camera until you're able able to reach your toes, the hem of Steve's shirt riding up high so that your ass is visible. You make sure that the thong you're wearing is light in color, not wanting him to miss the wet spot dampening the thin material.

The last few are full body shots of you laying in bed. Steve's shirt and your thong are are in frame and discarded near your feet to imply that you're nude underneath. You're careful with how you conceal yourself with your satin sheets, not ready to bare yourself on camera just yet. You pull the buttery material between your thighs and up to your chest so that your legs, hips and some of your stomach are visible but your cunt remains covered. You cover your breasts as well, allowing a bit of your right nipple to remain partially visible.

Over the course of the week you hid the pictures in different places - a single shot tucked into his wallet, another envelope slipped into his locker at work, a couple underneath his pillow. It was a fun little game that got the both of you worked up always ended in sex. Sloppy, messy, less than gentle sex during which he never failed to mention how much he enjoyed your pictures.

"D'ya play with yourself when you took them? slip under the covers and fuck yourself while you thought of me? Shit, baby- I came all over my fist looking at that picture- imagining what you were doing underneath those sheets"

"I could see how wet you were- you look so pretty like that, sweetheart. Bent over, ass out. S'that how you want me to fuck you?"

"You looked so good in my clothes. Think you'd look better in them if you lost the panties, don't you think? 'be easier for me taste that perfect pussy"

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When the time came to plan for your latest batch of pictures, the nude shots you were now ready to pose for, you felt you needed to add another layer of surprise - a new setting perhaps. And you had just the place in mind.

Steve finds the next set of pictures in the same place you'd hidden the very first envelope, only this time there's two envelopes instead of one. After making a cursory glance around the empty parking lot, he opens the one marked 'open first', cock already stirring in his jeans.

The first picture shows you in a matching lingerie set posed on top of a desk. Taking in the way the lace and straps cling to your body, it isn't until a minute later that he realizes that it's his desk you're perched on top of.

The thought of you dressed like that in his own room has his mind swimming.

The next couple of pictures show you posed in his bathtub, water filled just below your completely exposed tits.

A few others show you seated in his desk chair, towel barely draped around your still damp body with your legs spread, pussy glistening with slick.

The last has his eyes nearly popping out of his head - you, completely nude on his bed, fingers sunk inside your cunt.

He wills his unsteady fingers to cooperate as he rips at the second envelope, breath catching in his throat at what slips out. It's the panties you were wearing in the first picture while perched on top of his desk - a little note tucked in with them and stamped with a kiss in your favorite shade of lipstick which read, "I'm waiting".

Needless to say, he didn't clock in for his shift that day.

general katsuki & his princess ♡

smut, the teeniest bit of a corruption kink, virgin princess. kinda gave up in the end but i hope u enjoy this mwah ! 2k.

when he asked your father, the king, for your hand the king was elated. continously praising katsuki of how proud he would be to have katsuki as his son in law. flattering him on how accomplished katsuki was, and how he trusted katsuki to treat you proper.

after all it would be fair for the loyal, brave war general to marry the nations beloved princess. who was adored in every sense of the word, you were known to be kind and beautiful, as well as the nation’s only princess. it is also exceedingly visible that both of you were polar opposites.

he’s rather brash and brazen in both his demeanor and disposition, yet very respectable. muscular in terms of stature, and his height towered over most. you on the other hand are soft smiles, rather meek and very polite towards all. the both of you greatly contrasted the other.

it had you questioning your subsequent relationship. he greatly differed from you in most, if not all aspects. you held no qualms against him, but you were rather afraid. despite being acquaintances—that is in the sense that you’ve seen him around the training grounds with his soldiers, strutting in a hurried pace alongside your father through the castle halls, hearing his deep voice rumbling through your fathers study, and catching wisps of him in parties amidst conversation with his companions, the difference between the both of you were great. would it be that simple to start getting along with him as man and wife?

even more worrying was the fact that, certainly as a princess that is soon to be wed, there were wifely duties you had to partake in. hearing the chatter of your wedded friends and ladies in waiting it was supposedly pleasurable, in what way you couldn’t be sure. it terrified and perplexed you just the tiniest bit too, on which way his disposition would change when he would finally be within your presence. he was a respected general, that much you knew. he was also feared, as well as known to have a short fuse and to be very assertive. would he at least be gentler with you?

and katsuki—katsuki could not under any circumstances rid you from his mind during the months leading up to the wedding. he’d catch glimpses of you during dinner on his way to his quarters, heart racing at your beauty. his mind would relay your smiles at the oddest of times and he’d find himself beaming like a fool at the thought of you. at which he’d reflect upon why thinking of you whilst grinning, (and he never grinned, at least not in the presence of other people) apparently would be a very bad idea that could utterly ruin his notoriety. but how is he to help it when you were just so utterly stunning?

the wedding was a delightful affair to the nation, many commending the match between the revered princess and the fearless general, and what a handsome couple they made. commoners reveling in the streets over the joyous union, the nation was lively and gratified over the royal wedding.

all the while—inside the castle, the princess relieved of the pressure of her wedding day was filled with restless energy over the kiss she just received in the altar is fretting over the night to come, whilst the general was exultant at having finally being wedded to you eagerly anticipates having his princess for the first time as has been proven by the intensity of his kiss. his princess’ first kiss. he’ll be the one to take all your firsts.

the warmth of the water greeted your skin in a condoling way, as a lady in waiting scrubbed your skin with soap scented as jasmine, which in turn proved your skin to smell of the aromatic flower. you hoped he was fond of jasmine. a saccharine smelling oil was then rubbed into your skin, leaving a slight sheen of moisture throughout every inch of your body. your nightdress was then donned to your figure, and you wondered if it was even appropriate to call this attire your nightdress, this scant piece of clothing so sheer as to leave little to the imagination, baring just about everything. white and lacy, beautiful sure, but it was paltry and barely covered your body.

his gait was composed though he was anything but, as he walked towards the room he knew you’d be in for the aforementioned first night. he wanted to be gentle with you, well as gentle as he could be at least, though he knew his gentleness to be scarce. he could hardly even remember the last time he had been tender, in bed or otherwise. though he could not give a care to any of the other women he’s bedded in the past, because there would be no one else but you. and he truly does adore you, and you deserved nothing but the most the forbearing impression of him. especially considering the gravity of the situation. you being inexperienced, were warranted a pleasant time and he greatly hoped to make the experience as enjoyable as was possible. therefore he halted, a hand resting on the doorknob summoning up and placating the raw need running through his being, summoning forth the effort to compose himself when being within your presence which he found hard enough to do even before the marriage.

and the doorknob turning quickened the pace of your heart, his form illuminated by the glow of the hearth and the numerous candles littered about the room. his eyes immediately latched on you sprawled about the bed, apprehensively waiting for him. sitting up, his eyes roamed about your form, leading your cheeks to grow warm at his gaze. you glanced away from his prying eyes, honing on one of the candles flickering at a nearby table. you were exceedingly aware of your scantily clad body, your nightdress climbing up your thighs nearly baring all to him. the sound of footsteps greeted your ears, his form growing closer within sight.

more warmth converged on your cheek, his palm cupping the side of your face turning you to meet his eyes. elucidated by the glow of the hearth, his pupils dilated upon the sight of you. so shy, yet so beautiful and all for him. lips now a breath apart, he finally closed the gap. kissing you similarly as he had in the altar, guiding your hands to rest on his chest, before resting his own below your breasts, a small gasp leaving your lips after the point of contact.

“ka-katsuki…” timidly uttered as he dotted kisses on your jaws and neck. his hand now pawing at your breast over the fabric of your nightdress, both nipples seemingly visible over the sheer fabric. how embarrassed you were, you couldn’t imagine how much of a spectacle you were right now. his hands tugging both nipples eliciting a squeak out of you, your eyelashes fluttering from the unexpected pleasure.

tugging down the minuscule straps holding your nightdress together he bared your tits to him, to which he immediately cupped both breasts in his palms rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, as you made haste to partially cover your face with your hand. he laid you down on the bed, dress pushed down over your tits, chest heaving. he grabbed ahold of your arm covering your face, pinning it beside you.

“no hiding from me, wan’ to see you.”

using one hand to gather your dress, yanking it off your body he tossed it elsewhere, eyes greedily taking in your naked form. you closed your legs, preventing him from peeking at your pussy. he pressed kisses on your thighs, nibbling lightly. you relaxed your legs slightly, permitting him to take a hold of your legs and spreading them apart. your pussy fully bared to him, wetness and strings of arousal leaked from your twitching hole, puffy clit swollen and begging to be touched. unexpected pleasure filled your lower half as he rubbed a soft circle on your clit, teasing. a soft moan echoed through the room, as he repeated the motions continuously rubbing tight circles on your clit with him thumb. his finger then dipped down to your leaking hole, gathering your arousal before pushing his finger in.

“katsuki!” imparted as a breathless whine from his intrusion. your hand moving to cover your mouth to stop the unusual sounds leaving your lips. your wet pussy gripping his finger, leaving it a sopping mess. he stared as he sunk his finger in your tight hole, thrusting out halfway and then inserting it back in repeating this movement as he looked up at you. one hand covering your mouth, tears gathering at your waterline.

the feeling was odd yet somewhat pleasant as he continued to shallowly thrust his fingers in your hole. the peculiar knot growing tighter in your lower half. it feels so good. your moans trapped by your hand, nevertheless it was still rather embarrassing.

he took his fingers out as the pleasure began to build, causing it to cease your hand leaving to mouth as you took deep breaths as an effort to calm yourself. you were met with the sight of him briskly unbuttoning his shirt, and undoing his pants. his hard cock finally out of it’s confines. bewildered at its size, the pink leaking tip of his cock looked the slightest bit in pain. he grabbed both your hands stationing it above your head with one of his.

taking ahold of his cock he stroked once, a groan leaving his lips. he rubbed at your pussy with the head of his cock, eliciting mewls from you and a moan from him every time the head of his cock would be notched in your virgin hole, his pre smeared all over your pussy.

he finally slotted his cock at your hole, slowly pushing in. even the tip of his fat cock was too much for your little pussy to take, which was proven by your soft cry. to which he cupped your cheek kissing you sweetly, as his cock continued to probe into your hole. your virgin pussy tight around his cock, greeted him sweetly as he bottomed out.

“katsuki ‘t hurts..” your pussy fluttered uncontrollably around his cock, trying to accommodate his size.

“shh.. princess i’ve got you, i’ll make y’ feel good i promise.” he rubbed your clit again, wetness gushing out of your clenching hole now plugged up with his cock. you moaned against his mouth, unexpected pleasure washing away some of the pain.

"look, your little hole is taking m’ cock so well.” your heavy lidded eyes followed his to where it rested on his cock filling up your pussy. a creamy ring on the base of his cock, he threaded both his hands through yours kissing you again as he began to thrust. the wet sounds of his cock thrusting into your pussy was loud in the echoey room, your soft moans which he thought were adorable accompanied the sound of skin against skin. he couldn't help but stare at your scrunched brows, the sweet moans leaving your lips. the ecstasy on your face drove him to thrust faster, reaching deeper.

"feels weird, 'suki.." the pleasant knot in your stomach slowly starting to unravel with every deep thrust.

"s okay sweetheart let go f' me." he rubbed your clit in hurried circles, your orgasm finally overtaking you, a wave of pleasure rushing through your body. your pussy clenching tight on his cock, triggered his release as he came inside you your pussy milking his cock.

your heavy lidded eyes opened to find him already watching you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and both your burning cheeks and a soft one on your lips.

"y' did so good for me princess, looked so pretty cumming f' me."

you hid in the crook of his neck, a shy "...thank you..." muttered on his skin.

maybe he wouldn't be such a bad husband after all.

helloo! thank u 4 reading my first fic <3 i sorta gave up on the end bc this was supposed to be a drabble but then things got kinda out of hand as i started writing hehe, i’m open 4 requests so feel free to send me ur requests i’d be glad 2 write them mwah <333

©️CINNAMMONFAIRY. 30.4.23

your honor, i love him

bouncer!eddie who insists on being your taste tester every time you try to learn a new recipe.

on nights when it's dead, you use the time to train, cracking open the new recipe book mickey so graciously updated for you so you can practice making all the new cocktails. tonight there hadn't been a sole in, not even frank, the regular drunk who was known for drinking himself to sleep at the bar. eddie had to help him to a cab on more than one occasion.

eddie was at the bar, legs bouncing on the wooden stool, watching as your manicured finger traced the book, gathering ingredients as you went.

"whatcha cooking' up for me tonight, sweet thing?" eddie would smirk, grin wide so his dimples showed. your weakness. he knew that, that's why he did it. to watch the little blush that took over your cheeks, biting back a smile of your own when you saw it.

"cosmopolitan." you chirped, grabbing the smirnoff behind you, pouring the slow stream into the shaker. "christ, there's a lot of step to this." you huffed.

eddie furrowed his brow, leaning over the counter. "yeah?" he asked, twirling the toothpick in his mouth.

you groaned, pouring the cranberry juice in with a pout. "I hope this shit isn't popular." you sighed. "it'll take me forever to get this mixed up."

"you just need practice." eddie said, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. "good thing we got all night." he winked.

three cosmos later, eddie was finishing off his last glass, the pink liquid hot and harsh sliding down his throat. he was feeling a little dizzy, loose- the effects of the vodka kicking into his system.

you stood in front of him, brow raised, waiting. eddie grinned. "I think that one was a winner, sweetheart." he smirked, slapping his hands lightly on the wooden counter. "finally got it down. you're a pro now."

you rolled your eyes, laughing as you took his glass away. "yeah? only took me three times." you eyed him playfully. "think I better hold off on trying the appletini. I think my taste tester might be drunk."

eddie shook his head. "nah, 'm not drunk, sweetheart." he swayed when he told you that. "just like lookin' at ya." he grinned, lopsided and sloppy. it made you giggle, turning to try and hide the blush that formed on your cheeks, spread down your neck and into your tummy.

being with eddie always made you feel so warm, light. like drinking too much champagne, buzzed and floating on the comforting feeling.

"it's one." you said, looking at your watch. "think you can make it to lock the doors?" you pushed your scraps into the garbage can. "I just need to clean up and we can go. shouldn't take me long."

eddie was already headed towards the door. "take your time, baby." eddie winked. "I got all night. no rush." you blushed, hard.

you poured eddie a glass of water- extra ice and lemon, the way he liked it- while you cleaned. he stacked chairs, swaying slightly on his feet. he'd turned on the radio, blasting the metal station that had your ears ringing, but you didn't care- not when he was jumping on the counter, expertly playing the air guitar so intensely, eyes pinched, lip tucked between his teeth, on his knees and bending back as he went further into the solo. your laughed rang over the music, gripping onto the bar as you bent over, sides hurting. it was music to his ears.

your cold hands fumbled with the key, mitten in one hand while you locked the wooden door. you turned to eddie, who waited for you to slip your mitten back on before grabbing your hand, fingers laced in his.

"you want me to drive?" you asked, lifting a brow.

eddie scoffed. "you think those fruity little drinks are gonna put me down that bad?" he grinned playfully. "a big macho manly man like me? no way, angel, takes a lot more than that."

you laughed, rolling your eyes. "right." you said slowly, sarcastically.

eddie scoffed in disbelief. "you don't think I'm a manly man?"

"nuh-uh." you teased, shaking your head, boots clicking on the wet asphalt. "you're a total softie. everyone knows it."

eddie opened your door, helping you in with a smirk. "softie, huh?" he asked, leaning against the door before he closed it, playful glint in his eye that had you filled with warmth again, wiggling against the seat.

"hm," eddie hummed. "guess we'll have to see about that."

you ended up back at eddie's trailer, his ringed hand in your hair, yanking you up while he fucked you, relentlessly and furiously. you weren't even sure how you were still conscious, not after the countless orgasms he'd pulled from you, and with his pace, he showed no signs of stopping.

tears streamed down your face, overstimulated and overwhelmed. he was splitting you open, punching your spongey walls so much that they were sore. there was a puddle beneath you, vulgar squelches from your pussy filling the room. snot ran down your nose, mixing with your drool and tears. eddie's hand wrapped around your torso would venture down, toying with your clit until you screamed.

"still soft?" eddie growled. "huh? still a softie now?"

"n-n-no." you sobbed, eyes rolling back as another orgasm threatened to take over, building fast and deep in the pit of your tummy.

eddie's lips were on your neck, sucking another deep bruise into your skin, tongue licking over the area when he was done. he grunted in your ear, cock twitching inside you.

"you gonna tell everyone what a softie I am?" eddie grunted. "can't be doin' that now, baby. go and get me fired if they think I'm not a tough guy."

"you are." you cried, mindless and hazy, lip wobbling and nails digging into his wrist.

"I'm what, huh? what am I?" eddie cooed, mocking, his thrusts getting harder and deeper.

"y-you're not a softie. you're tough, eddie, fuck, you're tough." you babbled, your voice whiny and high, pathetic. you knew it would drive him over the edge.

eddie growled, dropping his hand so you fell forward, a hard spank to your left ass cheek that had you crying out. eddie gripped your waist, hammering himself into you as he chased off his own high. you clenched and leaked around him when he pulled out, jacking himself furiously onto your back, painting your skin with his thick ropes while you collapsed, tired and heaving into the duvet.

eddie groaned, head tipped back to the ceiling while he finished, chest heaving and eyes closed. he lazily stroked himself during his come down, sweaty bangs plastered against his forehead.

the room was sticky, air heavy. eddie cleaned you up gently, rolling you over so he could attempt to dry the wet spot you left. your eyes glazed, legs still quivering when he slipped in next to you, fingers tracing over the hickies he smattered over your neck and chest.

eddie ordered a cosmo during your next shit, eyeing you challengingly when you brought it to him. tony barked out a laugh, slapping eddie on the shoulder.

"munson, what the hell man? that shit's for girls! it's pink!" tony cackled.

you shook your head. "it's not for girls, tony, it's a drink." you huffed.

tony shook his head. "hell no. I wouldn't be drinkin' some sissy shit like that. people gonna think you're soft, munson."

you and eddie shared a look, your eyes gleamed even in the neon lights that buzzed from the walls. "he's still tough, tony." you grinned. "even drinkin' a pretty drink."