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Such a Slut
Bakugou Katsuki x afab reader
Contains: slight breath play, 'dom' reader, 'switch' Bakugou, language, marking, kissing, v v tiny 'handjob' (if you can even call it that), degrading, think that's it?
A/N: please someone tell me WHERE to get the pretty little banners from, the smutty ones, the cute ones. I just want some pretty banners cuz I feel like my posts need to be prettier. Also venturing out a little here with Bakugou, really hope I did him some justice. I just wanna put him in his place sometimes, you know? Fuck with him a little. As always, read with caution and such. Word count is a little over 1,000. If that matters.
Thirst Thursday?
“You’re such a slut, Katsuki.”
The blonde whips his head toward you, his ruby-red eyes wide in shock and anger. “Hah?! The fuck did you just call me?! You damn-” You giggle, twirling a strand of hair around your finger, cutting him off, “You’re a slut.” Katsuki's face turns redder by the second, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles begin turning white, small blasts coming from them. You swear you could see steam shooting from his ears.
“I mean look at you. Dressed like a slut.” You grin cheekily, teasingly, and he scowls. “The fuck do you mean? How is my hero suit slutty?” It brings you the utmost joy. The utmost pleasure seeing him so furious. You smirk, “Oh come on, Katsuki. You don’t see it?” Your words only seem to anger him further, you can see it. In the way his nostrils flare, the way the veins in his neck seem to bulge out, and the way his forehead begins to dampen with sweat. All because of you.
His stance his deliciously broad shoulders hidden in his sleek hero suit are tense, like the rest of him is. His fingers clench and unclench, his hard gaze fixed on you and that stupid, shit-eating grin you continue to wear. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not a slut and I never-” You cut him off, faking a pout, “Oh but Katsuki, you are. A big slut, and you pretend you aren’t but deep down you are. The biggest, sluttiest-” This time, it’s him who cuts you off, speaking through gritted teeth, his fist slamming into a nearby wall. “I swear if you call me that one more goddamn time, I’m gonna blow your fuckin’ head off! You hear me, Y/N?! I’m not no damn slut! It’s my goddamn hero suit, you brainless twig! Idiot! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, but stop calling me that!”
You feign innocence, tapping your index finger against your lip. “Calling you what, Katsuki? A slut?” You smirk as his hand slams into the wall again, denting it this time, and curses tumble from his lips. “Damn you, Y/N! The hell is wrong with you?! I warned you, didn’t I?!” His heavy boots thump thump thump towards you and, in a matter of seconds, he’s looming over you. His hands come crashing into the wall on either side of your head, caging you between it and his body, his voice low and menacing. Bingo.
“You little brat. Calling me a slut. Who the fuck do you think you are? I bet you’re some little freak who gets off on this shit. Your panties drenched or something? Filthy fucking brat. This must be some sick fetish of yours, right? Something you do before you go rub one out? You’re pathetic and sick, Y/N. I’m gonna beat the living shit outta you, you goddamn-”
“Kiss me.” He freezes, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open in shock. He stares at you, dumbfounded, dizziness overcoming him, and everything else fades away. Time seems to slow around him now, his mind replaying your words over, and over again. He can’t believe it. Just minutes ago you were insulting him and now you want him to…kiss you? His anger just dissipates in an instant, shock showing in his features, except in his eyes. His eyes hold a different emotion, a certain desire. You smirk, satisfaction showing in your features, a certain smugness he wishes he could wipe off.
So he does.
He grabs you, holds you firmly against him, presses his big, bulky frame against your smaller one, and crashes his lips onto yours. It’s a messy kiss, an angry one. His gloved hand tangles in your hair, his fingers gripping and tugging at the strands to force your head back. His free hand, which was gripping resting on your hip, moves up to rest on the wall behind you, his palm flattening against it. He feels like he’s got the upper hand, especially when he further traps you between his body and the wall behind you. So, when he parts his lips and swipes his tongue along your bottom one, he expects you to open your mouth and grant him the access he’s demanding.
He doesn’t expect your hand to wrap around his throat. For you to squeeze your hand, cutting off his oxygen. He doesn’t expect you to part your lips, for your tongue to venture into his mouth and dominate the kiss he was once in control of. He doesn’t expect you to push him back, to guide him until the backs of his deliciously muscular thighs meet a wooden table. He doesn’t expect your lips to wrap around his tongue, for your hand to tighten around his throat again. And he certainly doesn’t expect the guttural groan that slips past his lips.
Of all the things he never expected, he certainly didn’t expect to enjoy this treatment. Especially from you. But when he feels the familiar tightening of his pants he knows he needs more. Before he can even think of taking back control, your free hand travels down his chest and your lips leave his. Tracing over the muscles of his toned torso, your lips press against his defined jaw before moving down to the column of his throat.
As your hand continues to make its way down, your lips press hot, wet kisses along his throat, licking, sucking, and biting the sensitive skin there, pulling more groans from him. His breath hitches when your fingers graze against his throbbing dick confined in his pants. Just as he’s about to roll his hips forward, seeking more of your touch, you pull your hand away. A chuckle slips past your lips as you kiss your way up to his ear, your lips grazing the tip of it, your voice dropping noticeably. “Now now Katsuki. I thought you weren’t a slut? What happened?”
A low growl, a rumble from his chest, reverberates through your body as he speaks deathly low, his fingers gripping the edge of the table. “What the fuck-” He’s cut off mid-sentence by you firmly squeezing the bulge, even more prominent now. He hisses softly at the sudden friction, his hips rolling into your palm unconsciously, his mind beginning to cloud over. He thanks whatever god there is when your hand slowly rubs across his clothed dick instead of pulling away, giving him a taste of what he could have.
His eyes flicker up to yours, down to your hand rubbing against his bulge, then back up to your eyes, unsure of where to settle his gaze. Your lips graze his ear once more as you move in to kiss him. Stopping just mere inches away from his lips, your breath fans across his face softly as you murmur. “It’s okay, Katsuki. Don’t worry. You’re my slut.”
"And I'll treat you accordingly."
bts fav positions?
a couple of people have asked so i am here to deliver!
seokjin: folded missionary. i know missionary can be seen by some as boring and "vanilla" but seokjin likes it because of the romance and intimacy - plus the variation of this position folds your legs back towards your chest (which he enjoys because your legs are his favorite part of your body and he likes to be able to kiss them while inside of you) which helps to deepen the angle of penetration. so you can have it hard and deep or slow and sensual.
yoongi: reverse cowgirl. suga can often get mischaracterized as lazy because of his love for naps but i think as we can see from his personality and approach to things, suga is just big chilling and taking it all in. and he's not all that different during sex - despite most of us thinking that he's a control freak. yes, suga can be a brat taming dom but also loves to watch you do your thing - especially if watching you do your thing means that he gets to watch your hips move and your ass shake as you take him in AND his hands are free to spank you as much as he wants so he still has a bit of that dominant edge.
hoseok: 69 to doggy style (is using 2 positions for hobi cheating? if it is....mind ya business). because he can very easily get into a headspace where he focuses his attentions on your pleasure and neglects his own, 69 allows for you to simultaneously please each other and it drives him wild to feel your mouth on him without being able to see what you're doing. he then likes to shift into doggy style, bending you over deeply until your head is in the pillows and your back is perfectly arched before he blows it out.
namjoon: lapdance. namjoon tends to spend a lot of time working in the studio but your visits can definitely help break up the monotony and occasional frustrations of the workday - especially with you riding him in his chair while facing away from him. it plays into that dominant streak of his to have you bouncing and grinding away at him and when he wants to up the ante even more, he'll pull you back against him, spread your legs farther apart to rest on the arms of the chair, and play with your clit and nipples until you're shaking and falling apart around him.
jimin: lying groundhog. once upon a time, i had said lotus and i stand by it but lotus is for certain moods while lying groundhog is forever. have you seen jimin's thighs?? those things pack a powerful punch, honey and you can get the full brunt of that power when he lays you down and stretches himself out over you, pressed to you from your hips all the way down to your feet. you can rock back against him some but he's got the full range to rock the boat with any motion he sees fit - plus it's hella intimate to be fully pressed together; he can mouth at your shoulders, neck, and back; and he can pin your hands with his.
taehyung: spoons. cozy, comfortable, intimate, and great for just waking up (like i've said before: tae likes to start his mornings off properly). he loves being able to kiss you and explore your body during sex. also loves lifting your leg and wrapping it back over his top leg to tilt your hips and change the angle while also allowing for both of you to play with your clit.
jungkook: folded guard. a very big fan of a position where he can ground and pound and use his strength to fuck you and fuck you up. up on his knees with your legs over his shoulders while he holds your hips up onto his thighs and fucks into you. he has great mobility, can fuck you deeply, gets to watch your breasts bouncing with each thrust, and it brings out his more primal side.
Honestly, that airport Hobi looks like he got rode hard and put away wet...and loved every minute of it.
Naughty ask: Airport jean jacket!Hoseok or Tear Dior outfit!Hoseok?
i just want you to know this is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me 😭🤣😭
you’re asking me to choose between two of the most iconic hobis to ever hobi.
there’s LAX hobi:
bare-faced, bare-chested hobi. the one button jacket. the peek at a nearly $300 pair of boxers.
i MEAN👇🏽
but then there’s dior hobi:
GOT DAMN dior hobi is a living, breathing serve. that’s the one, y’all.