I’ll Rip In Hands And Teeth And Take A Bite

all I can think about is Viking!Bakugo, his family sets up an arranged marriage but he hates the idea, he prefers to be chief of his own village with no support and be able to do it all alone to prove his family wrong. As soon as his fiancé turns up, he sees you and all thoughts leave his head as he sees how pretty you are and how all eyes are drawn to you as they all thinking the same thing. He notes how standoffish you are and how you look like a born leader from the way you stare back at his villagers. He immediately falls for you and tries to court you in his own ways, giving you the best pelts, catching the biggest food and weaving bracelets with the brightest colours. 🫡🫡🫡🫠🫠🫠🫠

WAITING FOR YOU [10.5K]

— viking!bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS: your new fiancé is ruthless, rude and stupidly gorgeous. after being forced into an engagement with him to keep peace between your villages, you need to find some way to get along or at least come to an understanding. it happens quicker than you think once you catch him bathing in his private lake.

WARNINGS: minors dni, 18+ scenes, female reader, princess/honey pet names, chief’s daughter, arranged marriage, fiancés, enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, handjob, fingering (f), face sitting (f), very very very light ass play, outdoors but private, yn has hair long enough to be in a bun.

NOTES: i think it is very funny that when i started answering this ask i apologised that i really enjoy this idea but i don’t think i would be able to bring it to life. 10000 words later and i think something is alive and kicking lmao thank u for sending this to me and i even did a little viking research for certain words but certainly do not take this as gospel lol defo viking old fashioned violent cottagecore aspects with modern day dialogue. i hope everyone who reads this enjoys because i spent a lot of time on this! i am realising all my au!bkg fics are all very long because so much more background is required before we get into the smut lol ANYWAY yeah thank u user titantears!

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bakugou katsuki is the chief of his village, the leader of his army and your new fiancé. 

you’ve heard everyone talk about how what’s his is yours and yours is his. that’s what marriage is, two people coming together in unity but your marriage with this brute beast of a man feels anything but that. nothing is yours. you’ve moved to his village, living in his home, eating his food and adapting to his way of life. you can’t even say he is yours, in fact you wouldn’t be surprised to find out he hates you since he does everything to prove he does but say the words. at least you’ve got a beautiful shiny ring on your finger that you spend more time admiring than really understanding what it means. you’re tied to this stranger forever.

one thing you and the great bakugou katsuki have in common is that you’re both forced to marry each other. an arranged marriage between two wealthy chiefs of their villages. this chief in question is bakugou’s father although he is rarely seen around these days due to old age and bakugou stepping up in his place. your marriage arrangement is just a pact so both villages don’t invade the other and giving your life to this man makes it all worth it for the survival of your people.

you have seperate bedrooms and you have to see him for breakfast and dinner, his only term and condition. he’s somewhat civil when you eat, but all too soon conversations become snappy, leaving you to storm off and him clanging his utensils against his plate.

“so… what are your plans today?”

“nothing.”

bakugou grunts before silence takes over the room.

he tries again, “nothing at all?”

“there’s nothing here for me to do. why do you care?”

“you talk like your heads up your ass,” he snarls.

you fake a gasp, “just like you then?”

the most tender moment you could place so far was when you had to stand beside him when you were announced his fiancé to his people. the warrior that is often described as ruthless could barely look you in the eye, which shocked you to no end, though when he whispered softly, “i’m gonna hold your hand. is that okay?”

it’s like you were doused with a warm blanket after a cold day. you locked eyes with him for a second before whispering, “yes.” his people won’t stop talking about this moment, or how it came across to them.

though that moment is long forgotten the next day when you land the last word in another bicker with bakugou in front of his whole army. you know you shouldn’t have been out here but the best thing about your new fiancé was that he was easy on the eyes. so easy that if you didn’t have one of his servants poking you to get changed or to eat up or to do something, you’d be drooling all over yourself just watching him. this led to you sitting and watching him be a dickhead to his army, shouting at them to work harder, be faster, and to, if it was even possible, be more violent. his vulgarity should make it easier to snap your gaze away from him when he turns to face you though it doesn’t.

he’s dressed in tight black cloths, chunky silver jewellery around his neck and always, your pupils drift to the silver band around his finger. the item that connects you both together. he’s dressed casually compared to his warriors who are coated in layers of chest and leg armour. you know it’s another way to prove he’s better than them all, that whilst training them he doesn’t need it. though a sharp curved axe that is heavy to look at hangs by his waist as a threat. he doesn’t scare you though, especially with how attractive you find the hoop piercings littering his ears and the expensive stolen bracelets across his arms.

he bites at you, face like a sour lemon, “why the fuck are you out here? isn’t there somethin’ you can be doin’ indoors?”

“what is with you and telling me to do something? can’t i just watch you work?”

“it’s not interestin’ and it’s unsafe for you,” he’s annoyed, barking an order at one of his warriors right after.

you think the only thing that’s unsafe is the way he makes you feel when he gets too close, you know your skin is too hot to touch. you notice his warriors staring at him, confused at how he is yet to raise his voice at you and how you’re so okay with being beside him.

“how is it unsafe being around the people who’re supposed to keep our village safe, fiancé?” you taunt and he narrows his eyes at you.

bakugou bends his back to whisper in your ear, lips almost brushing your skin. “my men work so hard they barely see women, let alone ones as beautiful as you. you bein’ here is addin’ an extra distraction and job on my list.”

your breath hitches at the compliment, whispering, “distraction for them or you?”

bakugou doesn’t want to admit it yet he’s rising to his full height and ignoring the smell of baked goods that linger off your clothes. “both. now fuck off.”

“you need to learn some people skills if you want to have a wife, bakugou. you’re acting like a prick.”

bakugou rolls his eyes dramatically, tired of this conversation with you. his soldiers are watching the interaction intensely. they’ve never seen bakugou act anything but strict and merciless, usually solving his problems with violence. they definitely haven’t seen him blush in annoyance from a woman. 

“i’ve never heard that one before, good job. now remove yourself before i do it myself.”

you bite your tongue, deciding to give up with this one though you can’t help but wonder how it must feel to get manhandled and thrown over his shoulder.

“you won’t see me at dinner,” you shout over at him, walking away.

“i definitely will, princess.”

he did end up seeing you, dragging you from your room over his shoulder and plopping you in the dining room.

occasionally, you catch him watching you and he doesn’t look away. his fiery eyes are steady on your body with a frown you can’t translate. you’d be brushing your hands through the flowers landscaped across his home while he sits with the other higher members of his army. he scrunches his nose, his head resting in his palm. he’s gorgeous with his wheat blonde locks and scar through his eyebrow. his bicep is the size of your head and you’re perfectly aware of how easy it would be for him to pick you up and throw you around. bakugou doesn’t turn away when you frown back at him, only when one of his excited army members prods a finger at a map does his attention shift before a bubble of laughter floods from them. you think your fiancé is the butt of the joke from the way his red spreads all across his neck.

your new relationship is rocky, filled with tension and pure impatience. 

at least you’re lucky your family chose a handsome fiancé for you. you watch from afar when thick mighty legs and ass step into the bakugou private lake to bathe. his strong shoulders with more muscles than you thought were possible on a human. bakugou is all wide shoulders and tiny waist, scars and slashes littering the expanse of his back and if you voiced how attractive you found a back you’re sure you would be locked up. you’re surprised to see him without his bracelets or necklaces, the only jewellery still on being his ring and earrings.

the weeds and grass that surround the lake dwarf you whenever you bathe, always drooping into your eyes and covering you intimidatingly. yet with him, they stretch tall, pointing to the sun so there’s enough space for him to dunk his head in the water. nature isn’t overwhelmingly large beside him, in fact with all the roughness that is bakugou katsuki, the water and greenery cares for him like a lover would.

his blonde hair curls at the tips with the water, dusting to a darker blonde, matching the deep shades of green. his arm rises to scrape it all off his forehead. the lake glazes his body like a shield and you don’t miss how he lightly pinches a lily stem between his fingers to bring to his nose. he hasn’t even turned around yet and the sight of his back, scrubbing himself clean… you don’t think you’ve ever been attracted to someone so much. not even your father’s old scribe was this attractive and he was the most attractive in your village.

you’re careful to be silent and you’re well aware of how perverted this could turn out. you swear you were just on a walk around his land and now you’re distracted by your fiancé cleaning his body in the lake. he’s completely naked, dripping with water. the dirt that marked his skin is washed away, leaving him golden and shiny in the sunlight. you don’t know what you want a peek of more his chest or his—

“who’s there?”

bakugou turns in your direction in a flash. fuck. you curse the skies because you know you didn’t make a sound. his hearing is immaculate and so are his senses. you debate whether to reveal yourself or if he’ll just leave it. actually, you know he won’t leave it.

“i know someone’s there. reveal yourself or i’ll kill you without question.”

you sigh, flinging your head back and looking to the clear skies. for fucks sake.

you stand tall, faux confident because his ruby jewel red eyes are looking at you and paired with a grumpy violent frown, it has you feeling lightheaded for all the wrong reasons.

he’s stepped to the shallower end of the lake now, his bare chest in view and finally, his face. he’s so gorgeous. tanned skin, rolls of abs. facial features all in the right places yet with a masculine charm that has you humming. you wonder if he realises.

you step out from behind the tree, chin high. “i was coming to bathe but you’re already here. i’ll come back later.”

you’re lying through your teeth but bakugou can’t catch it, focusing on stopping the flush of red up his neck. now the thought of you naked in the lake beside him is filling his head and he’s rubbing his hand against his forehead roughly.

your eyes study his bicep, then the thick scar under his right pectoral and your body flushes with heat when you think he caught you.

“you didn’t bring any cloth to dry yourself?” he asks, voice deep and troubled.

your eyes widen in alarm, that’s true. stupid lie. “i usually… air dry. stand out in the grass.”

now it’s bakugou’s turn to be surprised, “hah?” he can’t help it. “what if someone sees you?”

you blink, “everybody would know i’m off to bathe. only my maid would be around to watch out. well back home anyway.” that’s true.

bakugou grunts. he needs to get that same routine for you here. “i’ll get out ‘n’ you can bathe. i’ll sit out and watch for you.”

“w-what?” you splutter.

he cannot be here while you bathe and what did you say… air dry? fuck fuck fuck.

“i’m gettin’ out. i was done anyway,”

water ripples around his body as he moves, strong limbs controlling the water. he walks closer to you, the clear lake water inching lower and lower down his hips. you can see the brush of hair leading to his—

you spin around in a rush, “bakugou! oh heavens.”

your chest is heaving, your fingers to your lips. you still hear him moving behind you, bare feet against the grass. his fluffy cloth against his skin.

“i’m hurryin’ up for you. don’t want you complainin’ back to daddy that i don’t let you live your life of luxury,” he remarks and you’re about to spin around to curse him out but you don’t want to get a glimpse of his cock. that’s a lie. you really do but you don’t want him to know that.

“i don’t complain to my father!” you shout, completely flustered, “and i can just come back later.”

“you can turn around. i’m covered,”

you do turn, slowly and now he’s the one lying. he’s only half covered, cloth at his waist covering his chunky thighs and that. just by the indent from the cloth, you know it’s large. still, his shoulders and chest and arms are out. they’re a killer.

you force your eyes to meet his. his jaw is strong, arms crossed against his chest and he speaks his next words like they’re scraping painfully across his throat.

“undress then. i’ll keep watch out for you.”

no, no, no. no.

“you don’t need to do that. i’ll just come back later.”

bakugou shakes his head like his word is law. “you still need someone to look out for you like you had back home. i’m doin’ it.”

“don’t you have army stuff to do? you don’t need to stay!”

he ignores your question completely, “nobody else is here to watch you.”

you blink at him. you’ve never thought about someone seeing you the other days you’ve showered here. it’s not something you’ve cared about since not many people on bakugou’s grounds have access to this lake and if they heard someone here they know to walk away. apart from you apparently. but you can’t go back on what you’ve started now.

“do you not want me to see you naked?” his eyes skim your body and your next breath is weaker. then he quirks a brow that makes you mimic his crossed arms, “y’know i’m gonna have to one day.”

“yes i know that. we aren’t getting married today though, are we?”

bakugou has only ever felt this weird, uncomfortable, childlike embarrassment, stupidly horny, oddly at home mixture when he’s by you.

you’re both looking at each other, though you don’t know each other well enough yet to decipher the emotions in your eyes.

truthfully, you don’t mind him seeing you naked. you have a nagging feeling at the back of your head admitting that you want him to. you want him to like what he sees and feel the undeniable urge you’re feeling about him right now. to touch, kiss and lick the fresh lake water off his skin.

you begin to unlace the front of your cardigan, dropping it to the ground. then you’re kicking off your shoes and your finger is hooked in the strap of your thin dress.

“wait, you’re undressing now? let me turn around or somethin’ woman!” he grumbles,, stepping around you and facing towards his home.

your laugh feels like butterfly wings against his skin, light and melodic and he thinks it’s the first time it’s for him. “i thought you said you’re going to have to see me naked?”

“y-yeah but i didn’t mean…”

you pull your dress down over your breasts and ass, watching it fall gracefully to the ground. next is your underwear and you’re completely naked before your fiancé. though he’s got his beautifully toned back turned away.

“so what did you mean?”

bakugou’s whole face is flushed pink, the tips of his ears red. he wipes his large hand across his face, grateful you can’t see him from the front. “i just meant i will in the future. that’s it.”

you dip your toes in the lake water. it’s sun toasted. warm between your toes. you hum to yourself at the feeling.

it’s silly where your trust for this man comes from. you’ve barely spoken these past few weeks minus snappy remarks and quick-tempered conversations. though you know he wouldn’t turn around for a peek at you so you take your time submerging yourself in the water. you scoop all your hair to sit on your head, re-wrapping it in a silk strip of cloth.

“so i think this is the longest conversation we’ve ever had without arguing. if it could be called one,” you try and you notice his head twitch at the sound of his voice.

“i wonder why.”

“what?”

“you sit with me at breakfast for a full three minutes, pushing the food around your plate before runnin’ off like i smell like horse shit.”

“oh,” you pause, biting down on your lip, “you don’t smell like horse shit.”

“yeah, princess. i know i don’t.”

you’re not a princess, you’re a chief’s daughter so you have no clue why he always calls you that. you do enjoy the name though you despise it when it’s used mockingly by him. which it is. often.

 you sigh, “i am not the biggest fan of your breakfast and in the morning i usually run off to pick something up from the bakery.”

“what? how come nobody told me?”

you shrug even though he can’t see you, “nobody comes with me. i sneak out the back.”

you’re not sure why you admit it but you guess it’s that weird trust you have in him. 

“well, we’ll change it then. i can’t have you sneakin’ off just to fuckin’ eat breakfast.”

he doesn’t make it sound like it’s a chore or you’re being childish or stupid. he says he’ll fix it. your chest blooms with warm fervency. you push it away.

“since we’re here i also think your horse hates me. every time i try to stroke him he grunts and growls at me. kinda like you. so that’s why i stay away from you outside.”

this time bakugou laughs. this is the first time you think you’ve ever heard it and the smile naturally flows onto your face too. it’s oddly boyish compared to his body which is nothing but man.

“daisy hates everyone but me. just feed her and she’ll be fine. i’ll give you some food for her next time. she’ll fall in love with you.”

the same question is on the tip of your tongue. how do i make you fall in love with me? because that’s what happens in normal marriages right? not because you, for some reason, want this man’s affection.

“and what’s the excuse for your attitude?”

“i’ve only got attitude because you do,” you accuse.

“really?” he bends to sit down, leaning back on his arms and stretching out his legs in the grass. he’s still got his fluffy cloth around his waist. “that’s why you’re snappy at me before i even talk?”

“i’m just… bored and erm…,” you sigh and it feels relieving, admitting the thoughts plaguing your mind about your new life, “there’s nothing to do around here and i don’t know anybody.”

“i’ve got a library,” he blurts, head turning to the left but he’s unable to see you behind him at that angle, “and we can… i guess you can come drink with me and my friends and their wives. they’re alright.”

“really?” you’re shocked at the prospect. bakugou inviting you to be with him in his free time?

“yeah. you’re gonna meet them anyway and the library you get into with a key. i’ll get my blacksmith to make one for you.”

you brush your hand through the lake water, fixating on the ripples it creates. you weren’t expecting any of this today. who knew your fiancé was willing to compromise? you don’t know how exactly to say thank you, you’re not even sure if you should yet since nothing has come to fruition.

“i don’t mind you turning around. this all just caught me off guard.”

you can tell by his back that he tenses up, muscles tight and bunched. he scrambles to his feet, adjusting the cloth around his waist with his head looking down at himself.

there’s a tight pause in the air minus the soft tweets of birds. “are you in the water?”

“yes.”

“completely?”

you laugh again and bakugou doesn’t mean to flutter his eyes shut. “yes bakugou.”

“soon you’ll be a bakugou. my name’s katsuki.”

“yes katsuki, i am completely in the water sans my head and shoulders. i need it to talk.”

there’s a grumble, one you can’t make the words out of. he shuffles on the spot but still doesn’t turn.

“so are you going to?”

“no.”

“why not?” you frown, watching the six foot five body before you, “what happened to you’ll see me naked anyway?”

“i’m keeping watch.”

you feel a streak of stubbornness gush through your veins. maybe it’s the lack of attention you’ve gotten since being dubbed bakugou’s fiancé or the growing need blooming in your lower half. maybe it’s these odd mixed signals you’re getting from your lover to be.

“katsuki, turn around and look at me.”

“i fuckin’ said i can’t.”

“nobody is going to come and see me, i bathe out here alone all the time!”

“yn, i said i can’t.”

he doesn’t raise his voice the way you see him do with his army. he doesn’t even say it angrily with clenched fists the way you see him get when his army isnt getting things right. he says it steady yet almost shameful, a whine twinged at the end. it sounds like he wants to but something’s stopping him.

your brain doesn’t connect to the rest of your body when your legs begin to move. towards the lake’s edge with your toes raking through the grass.

bakugou’s head twitches, “the fuck are you doin’?”

your wet hand lands on his arm and he tenses again.

“yn, you… fuck,” he dips his head down.

“what’s wrong?”

he doesn’t tell you, instead he shows you and… holy fuck is it hard to miss.

bakugou katsuki turns around to face you and your first surprise is the way he keeps his eyes directly on yours, not your dripping wet body in the golden evening glow. he’s got a pained frown, pulled eyebrows and baby pink cheeks.  his jaw is clenched so hard that you’re sure it must ache.

your second surprise is the growing bulge under his white fluffy cloth. the thick, long, massive bulge that you think, if your calculations are correct, has to be about eight inches? holy fuck, how will that fit inside you?

“oh my—,”

bakugou looks up to the sky with a loud exhale, “fuck, i’m sorry—,” he’s not sure the last time he’s ever apologised to someone. let alone for being hard.

“w-why? since when?”

bakugou huffs an uncomfortable laugh, rubbing his eyes.

“i could hear you being naked behind me and the fuck do you mean why? d’you know how hard it is to not look at you right now?”

you bite down on your lip, looking down at yourself and remembering oh yeah… you’re naked right now. the only thing on you right now is your pretty ring, glinting in the light, the same as his. you hold your hands behind your back at the observation. he’s attracted to you, like you are to him.

“i said you could. you can look at me.”

with those five words, bakugou’s pupils drop below your eyes. your skin burns wherever his eyes focus. on your lips, the curve of your bottom lip. your soft shoulders with glittering water droplets dotted across them. then your chest and he makes this weird grunty sigh. he wants to cup one or put one in his mouth. maybe cup one and put the other in his mouth. taste the lake water off your skin and circle your cute nipple with his tongue. then your soft stomach, he wants to lay his palms over you, he wants to touch, he’s dying to. then your mound, unshaven and he’s wondering how you taste. whether if he dips his fingers between your plush thighs, will they come away wet? he hums at your hips, thinking about spinning you around to see your ass and if it’s how he imagined it would be under your dress. then your feet, hidden in the grass.

bakugou feels lucky, elated, he thinks you’re so fucking perfect.

you were not expecting that. maybe some horny monologue, but to be called perfect? he gulps, eyes wide like he wasn’t planning on letting that slip.

“i’m not takin’ that back. you’re perfect. better than i imagined.”

“you’ve imagined me like this?”

he snorts, “of course. you haven’t imagined me like this?”

he thinks it’s very possible you haven’t but he risks it by pushing it back on you. he wins because you only give him that glare he’s growing to think is adorable.

“i’ve also imagined your ass and from the front i already know it beats expectations,” he grins and you’re wondering where the shy to show his boner bakugou went.

you shove his shoulder, “you are not what i imagined.”

bakugou doesn’t know what to make of that. he tilts his head to the side, “what did you think?”

you’re surprised at how you don’t feel self conscious or at all awkward being completely naked with bakugou. he’s back to focusing on your eyes though when you talk they drop to your lips and when you move to hold your side, he glances at your breasts. otherwise he’s back giving you his full attention.

“well, everyone back home said you were cruel, vicious and violent. how you were known for going berserk in battle,” you give him a smile he can only class as cocky, “you don’t know how many grandmas i have praying for me.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows. he knows what people say about him so he’s not completely surprised. “i am all those things, though i’m not in a battle with you. i haven’t tryin’ to be. us being bitchy to each other just happened.”

“i thought you hated me.”

“i think you thought you were supposed to hate me.”

you sigh, taking the silk ribbon out of your hair and redoing your bun. bakugou’s been doing a good job so far ignoring the pulsing in his cock. it’s heavy between his thighs and it’s only getting heavier with the sight of your arms in the air, your tits moving too. you’re gorgeous, pretty features all in the right places.

“i guess so? i didn’t want this arranged marriage stuff,” your hands dance in the air as if to explain before landing on your hips, “but i’ll do it for my family.”

bakugou wants you to do it for him, for yourself. he thinks he can get you to admit it.

“i was the same,” he mumbles, “hated how you were suddenly just here. in my space. i wanted to run my village on my own because i know i can but fuckin’ family. don’t wanna disappoint the ‘rents.”

you hum before him in agreement.

“i’ll be good to you. the best son, best chief, best warrior, best husband.” he nods at you and you don’t mean to step closer to him but you do, holding his promise tightly in your chest.

“do you promise?” you look up at him, eyes wide with hope and bakugou never wants to let you down. he hopes he never does.

“swear on my village.”

you freeze. you don’t know what means more to bakugou than his village, his people. you’re breathing heavy and the prickles of warm heat from the sun is making you sweat. actually the promise which feels worth so much more than a marriage certificate is making you sweat.

you lay your palm flat on bakugou’s chest, sinking down to the tuft of dark hair just above the cloth. it’s doing such a bad job at covering him.

“can i help you?”

your voice is sweet, nervous for rejection and bakugou wants nothing more than to just give himself to you. to thrust himself in your smaller palms exactly how he wants.

“i didn’t… i didn’t say that to get somethin’ out of it?” he starts but you only smile at him. how would you react if he kissed you?

“you didn’t do anything. i was the one out here. you only stayed to protect me, right?” your voice is taunting, like a magnet dragging him to you. your palm doesn’t move any lower, waiting on his command.

“but… fuck.”

“you can tell me what you like. i’ve been with a few guys back home so—,”

a large palm covers your mouth with swiftness, “don’t talk about other men around me if you don’t want to get a letter from back home that there’s been a raid.” katsuki’s voice drops octaves deeper and you cross one leg over the other. you guess this is the bakugou people warned you about. you lightly pull his hand off your face with no resistance.

“yes chief,” bakugou rolls his eyes and clenches his jaw. he’s willing to ignore that now. he’ll come back to it later, “so what about me touching your co—,”

bakugou grips your hips before walking backwards with you. your hands fly to his chest, glancing behind. “why are we going—,”

“i don’t want anyone to see what i’m about to do to you.”

“i’ve told you nobody can see us here. i bathe out here all the time.” you’re now knee deep, now thigh deep in the lake. tall grass and weeds surround you and your fiancé protectively.

“i’m gonna be with you every time you bathe now to look out.”

“that’s not possible. you’re out early in the mornings and back late in the evenings.”

“i’ll change my routine.”

“you’re planning on changing a lot for me, aren’t you?”

“you’re my wife.”

he says it with finality and for the first time, you don’t have a comeback. perhaps that you’re only his fiancé but it feels pointless. you gaze down at his cloth, half submerged in the lake.

“it’s all soaked!”

bakugou wastes no time untying it from his hips, rolling it in a ball and throwing it onto the grass.

“guess we’re both gonna have to air dry.”

finally, your eyes drop to his cock and what a pretty cock bakugou has. maybe that’s the wrong word, since it looks like it could cause damage to your insides. the tip is a round, bulbous, deep pink that you’re wondering how it feels against the inside of your cheek. he’s got three thick veins around his length that curves slightly to the left. the base is so much darker than the rest of him and he looks so smooth. so hard and almost painful.

you give his balls a soft squeeze and bakugou bucks in your hand. his hand clenching around your hips for some type of stability. his crimson eyes are hidden from view, shut and he’s clenching down hard on his teeth, the scar on his cheekbone creasing.

“princess… oh fuck,”

you’re going to be able to see bakugou katsuki, chief of the village and head of the army, fall apart and you’re going to do it to him.

“it’s okay katsuki, talk me through it, tell me how you feel,” you whisper, your voice no louder than the grasshoppers and crickets around you.

“j-just stroke me. tight and hard,” he grunts, head dropping to your shoulder to see what you’re doing to him.

you do what you’re told, fingers circling his length and pumping. he never mentioned speed so you go steady, delighted to hear your name fall from his lips, dripping in pleasure.

“y’know i went out to get that m-massive fuckin’ fish for dinner yesterday all to impress you,” katsuki’s got no clue why he’s admitting this now, not when you’re so close that you’re sharing body heat and he can lick to water off your neck. “you never ate it.”

you never knew that he went and got it, especially not to impress you. there’s barely any space to react not with him holding you so tight. he begins to thrust his hips in your hand.

“i didn’t know you got it for me. i don’t like fish.”

bakugou laughs, deep and gravelly you feel it between your legs and right in your ear. “i know that now, honey. next time i’ll kill a—,” his breath shakes and you’re mesmerised by him, his body. so muscled and strong and he’s yours. “i’ll kill the next village’s golden fuckin’ cow for you. would that impress you?”

you can barely think straight. the next village is barbaric, though that’s nothing for bakugou. you’re nodding before you realise you’re doing so, “yes, yes it will.”

“gonna cover you in silvers and golds,” he grunts and the ring on his finger imprints into your hips, “the next r-raid, gonna take everythin’ you’d like.”

katsuki moans loudly, a whiny, “fuck” accompanied with a dribble of precome over your fingers. his breath is hot and his fingertips are pressing into your hips. you make a move to thumb his head but he stops thrusting immediately. “if you touch there i’ll come and i’m damned if we start this relationship with me comin’ first.”

you loosen your grip on his cock as he lifts his forehead from your shoulder. “can i touch you? want you to come on my fingers.”

your breath halts in your throat. oh you’ve imagined this, not in this situation with your legs in the lake, outdoors and surrounded by lush greenery, but in your private bedroom in bakugou’s quarters. your legs spread on your bed while your thoughts wander to the blonde man and how he’s easily able to wield a weapon.

katsuki doesn’t kiss your mouth, you think he purposely avoids it, instead littering wet nibbles and kisses down your neck and shoulder.

you gasp at a particularly hard nibble, “yes, touch me.”

in your fantasies, katsuki is rough. he pushes you onto the bed, he doesn’t ask whether you’re ready and he always always makes you come. you think he could be like that though right now he’s anything but.

one hand stays at your hip to keep you from twitching as beneath the water bakugou kicks your legs further apart. you hold onto him in surprise but there’s no time to complain as his thick middle finger skims through your centre.

“ha, knew you’d be wet. it’s all in your eyes, honey,”

you just mewl, cheek leaning on his chest. you feel his cock bob against your stomach.

with his single finger he begins to circle your clit and you’ve wanted a release so bad these past few days that that touch alone feels like fireworks lighting up inside your body. your eyes are sliding shut, mouth dropping open as bakugou literally coos in your ear.

“d’you like that? got a pretty fuckin’ wife, don’t i?”

“fiancé,” you whine and you don’t know why you bother to correct him. he feels so safe, his skin cosy and the air fresh. you’re nodding against him, “so good.”

“technicalities. you’re mine either way,” he pecks your temple, rolling your clit on his finger until he hears your breathing become ragged. bakugou looks down at you and he’s not sure what swells within his chest.

he’s been with a few ladies in the neighbouring villages though he’s never felt anything for them minus fleeting attraction. looking down at you with your plush lips parted and your eyebrows furrowed like the pleasure is too much... your smooth skin compared to his scarred chest. your hands are scrambling for purchase, resting between your breasts and his chest and he’s begging to be chest to chest. you’re angelic, unlike anything he’s ever seen before yet so similar to the beauty of nature.

he’s seen it all, he’s done it all. committed the most gruesome of murders, stolen out of greed and lied for his own fulfilment. he knows that in those religious books they keep in the churches with all those sins under his belt, he doesn’t deserve somebody as heavenly as you. with your glares, always opinionated and your strange habits. your shiny hair, your galaxy filled pupils and your curious hands always touching something. he wants to know everything about you, have you by his side, he wants you to like him and soon, maybe love him.

you whine against his chest, a soft, “katsuki.” and he feels like he’s been set alight, a realisation of who he has in front of him ringing through his head.

he wraps his forearm against your lower back and growls in your ear. “gonna make you come all over my fingers. bet you taste heavenly, princess. wanna hear it all, don’t keep anything to yourself. you hear me?”

he wastes no time dipping two fingers into your centre and the friction from your wetness makes him go in like a dream. your arms go around his neck and you’re sure you’re dribbling against his chest. the sensation of him inside, prodding deliciously against your walls has you throwing your head back, “yes,” you moan, “yes, yes, yes.”

bakugou’s amazed at how you begin to bounce on his fingers, fucking yourself back onto him with no thoughts but hedonistic desires. a loud sloshing fills the air, it’s dirty and lewd but neither of you make a move to stop it.

this is the first time you’ve done anything together. the first time sexually but also just your first time completely alone together. you sleep in separate rooms, there’s always servants or soldiers or someone around but now it’s just you and him. you fucking yourself on his fingers.

“i knew, i knew this would feel good,” you squeal, a layer of sweat coating your forehead. bakugou’s hand slides up your stomach then your breasts to cup your jaw.

you look fucked, drowsy eyes, parted lips. though you don’t stop riding his fingers and he watches how your features shift as he thumbs your clit again.

“oh shit,” you breathe and bakugou grins cockily.

“you knew this would feel good? with me?”

your hum of agreement accidentally becomes a high pitched whine, “yeah. your fingers are so…” you arch your hips, chasing his thumb, “so big.”

he chuckles hearty and confident and he swears he’s forgotten the painful heavy limb at his hips until your fist circles it again.

“come with me, katsuki,”

he jolts in your hand. he’ll do anything you say, he didn’t realise it until this moment. but he says it anyway.

“say please, princess,”

you’re pouting, cheeks hot and eyes ready to plead. bakugou knows he’s lucky, he’s lucky you chose him.

“come with me please, i want to feel you come because of me,” you trail off, transfixed by his pupils on you.

“i can do that for you,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek.

you’re both rabid animals in the wild, a pile of heaving chests and moans and grunts in the water. sweat coats you both as your bodies move in sync, chasing the same feeling but together. bakugou thrusts into your palm, not hiding the deep grunt when you thumb his wet cock head. swears fall from his lips whilst you pair a few swears of your own with mewls.

together, you’re messy. lubricated by your own need. you don’t stop moving and neither does he.

“gonna be the best husband. you won’t need anyone else.”

“i don’t want anyone else.”

it’s a switch that goes off inside you. your eyes falling shut, your hips moving faster and your insides clench around his fingers as if you’re trying to keep him inside. your hand slows down on his cock while you come but that’s okay since he splutters over your stomach and under your breasts. loads and loads leak out of him and you keep trembling on his fingers. he finds that despite all the noise you made before, you orgasm in silence. just an open mouth and body slowly going limp.

bakugou keeps thrusting until he’s done and even he’s shocked at how much he’s able to produce. you can’t blame him, he’s been so tense with you around not knowing how to just talk to you and somehow this feels like it’s broken down a few walls between you both.

you come down from your highs clasping onto each other like a lifeline. sweaty palms and clammy skin though you both don’t mind. in fact, it’s something you could get used to really quickly.

“how about we wash off again and do that air dry thing you said?” his voice murmurs in your ear and you lift your cheek off his chest to pay attention to him.

katsuki looks lighter now. his cheeks a natural lovely pink, his carmine eyes glistening and he doesn’t have his typical frown. you actually find his resting face quite pretty and up close you can see how his eyelashes are long and uncurled batting against his skin. his nose is slightly wonky with a bump which you can assume is from fighting and you have an urge to kiss the scar going through his lips.

then you remember him calling you perfect and all the promises he made you before you were even having sex. your fiancé really isn’t who you thought he was. it’s all making you feel… shy, a silly little girl with a crush blossoming inside your heart. he just made you come with his fingers and you did the same to him, there’s no time for this. why he didn’t kiss you when you were so intimate? is that too personal for him? did he not want to?

you meet his eyes then look away to the clear lake below, you scramble out of his touch, weirdly awkward without his heat around you.

“oh yeah, we could. yeah,” you blurt, turning away from him and washing yourself again in the lake.

bakugou watches you, slow to begin cleaning himself again. he washes his chest, his fingers, his face and hair in silence before he says, “do you regret what we just did?”

you spin around to face your fiancé and you gulp. with the sunsetting behind him, the shadow his body creates only makes him look larger, beautiful. just the size of him makes you feel protected and you’re suddenly imagining him giving you a speech about how he’d protect you with his life. well, he did say he’d be a good husband before. his pert brown nipples, his stupidly toned chest and you’ve seen him help the villagers with farming and carrying goods back and forth. all jobs he doesn’t need to do, way below his level but he does anyway. why didn’t he kiss you?

the frown he gives you now though you recognise as a worried one. weakly furrowed brows and wide shiny eyes. he’s cautious and shies away from touching you.

you shake your head, “no, i don't regret it.”

katsuki’s frown doesn’t let up. he brushes all his wet hair off his forehead. “was it shit? did you not like it?”

oh you loved it. coming on his fingers, palms against his chest. next you wanna hold onto his bicep, bite down on it. again, you shake your head and bite down on your lip, “no i really enjoyed it but…” you trail off.

katsuki wastes no time, wading through the water over to you. he slides a palm to your cheek and you’re close to him again. your whole body feels electric. “but what? i can’t be a good husband if you don’t talk to me.”

his thumb traces your bottom lip, his hot breath covering your face. “i just…,” you huff, this isn’t you, “you didn’t kiss me! we did all of that and you didn’t kiss me once!”

he doesn’t mean to but the left side of his lips quirk up in amusement, his other hand sliding to your waist to hold you against him, “i did kiss you. there’s these bruises here to prove it.” he rubs his finger against your neck and you shiver.

“you bruised me?,” you blink and his smile is full blown. you feel like dropping to your knees before him because who knew bakugou katsuki could smile like that? “wait, no i meant on my mouth, you never gave me a proper kiss!”

he agrees with you, nodding slowly like he’s soothing you. his finger even draws shapes on your bare back. “i didn’t. that’s somethin’ you want?”

you have all his attention, and the shyness after your outburst is creeping back in. “yes,” you whisper.

“why?” he arches a brow.

“what?”

“why do you want me to kiss you, princess?”

you remember what he said before, he can’t be a good husband if you don’t talk to him. “it’s something i require. often. you’re the only person i can ask them from.”

katsuki looks satisfied by that answer, with an impressed roll of his lips, he murmurs, “that’s right. only i can kiss you.”

he leans into your lips, firstly brushing his chapped ones against your softer ones and you feel your whole body yearning. “okay.”

bakugou captures his lips with yours as if he’s breathing air into you, though it doesnt cool you, just sets you alight. you inhale him, wrapping your arms around his neck to drag him into you closer than humanely possible and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist. the kiss is controlled on his side, giving, like he knows you’re impatient and you could beg for more.

he pecks and lightly bites down on your bottom lip, only causing you to gasp out for another.

“katsuki,” you sound stern, though he only laughs at you.

“yeah, yeah, i’ll give it to you,”

katsuki slips his tongue into your mouth, your lips parting eagerly. a hand comes to cradle your cheek as excitement sparks down your spine and youre unsure how you lasted so long not doing this. how you have the rest of your life to continue doing this with him. he unsurprisingly tastes like the lake water, fresh air and smells like the fresh greenery around you. he’s easily dominating, controlling the kiss and sucking around your tongue. you moan instantly, completely ravenous and he only grins against your mouth in understanding. 

you want more and more but he pulls away with a smug grin.

“was that good enough for you?”

you look like you’ve been through it. cushion lips, out of breath with sleepy eyes. you’re not about to beg for another when he’s already so cocky.

you do decide to tell the truth though, “yes. could have been longer though.”

he huffs a laugh and your arms tighten around his neck. you want him again, you want to feel him again.

“we have forever, princess. and were gettin’ frog footed being in here.”

you can’t help but laugh at his phrasing, ignoring the soft warmth that spreads at the thought of forever. you guess you do have forever with him. you don't see your desire burning out anytime soon.

you untangle from him, wading through the water and out of the lake.

“there’s the ass i’ve been wantin’ to see,”

you glare at him following behind you, ruby eyes shining in amusement. you swat away a hand coming to squeeze you.

“has anyone told you you’re annoying?”

“no. they don’t wanna get their head knocked off.”

“figures.”

together, you lay out on the grass naked. it doesn’t take too long to dry but since you found out you don’t mind, okay, enjoy being in your fiancés company, you’re relaxed beside him.

“i’m surprised nobody has called you for village business or army business or family business. you’re in a lot of peoples business.”

you turn to face him, grass tickling your neck and cheek but he keeps his eyes upwards to the darkening evening sky, stars yet to appear.

“i tell them not to bother me when i’m bathing. hate getting interrupted during the only time i get to myself.”

you blink awkwardly, “oh, i guess i did that?”

he slowly turns to you, focusing on your lips then your eyes. fuck, he’s been to multiple villages, travelled far and wide and nobody has been as beautiful as you. he almost doesn’t feel worthy to be so close, intimate with you.

“you’re not included in that. you can bother me.”

“really? even before we… made up?”

your foot brushes his shin and he makes no move to shift away.

“i never really disliked you. just didn’t understand you.” he flicks his eyes down your body beside him and you feel your heart thunder against your rib cage, “you can join me in the lake anytime, princess.”

you roll your eyes despite the smile spreading across your cheeks. “now, has anyone told you how flirtatious you are?” you lean on your side to properly face him, a finger tracing shapes across his chest, “if i knew i was missing out on all this, i would have said i hated your food much sooner.”

katsuki grunts unamused though his eyes shine, “i wish you did too. i’ll fix shit around here, it’s your home too.”

“i appreciate that.”

it’s a comfortable silence, you being touchy while bakugou just lets you. the tips of your fingers trace the ridges of his abs, his scars, his marks. you’re careful to avoid his nipples though you keep getting intrusive thoughts to kiss them. his body is undeniably strong, wielding so much strength that there’s so much to touch that you don’t know what to do with yourself.

“you’re very affectionate.” he states.

bakugou doesn’t stay around women long enough to get to this part of cuddly aftercare. being this way around women only comes when he visits other villages with the air of danger and debauchery. he used to think the fact he knew he could get killed for sleeping with women from the other villages made the sex more thrilling though lying outside naked with you is the most comfortable he’s ever felt. like he’s supposed to be here with you and everywhere else he’s ever been was wrong.

you shrug loosely, “everyone would want to touch you.”

your hand brushes against the thick hair on his lower stomach and bakugou frowns over at you.

“that’s not what i wanted to hear. i said you are. not everybody else.”

your voice drops a few decibels, you don’t mean for it to, “do you want me to tell you i think you’re attractive? i’ve been wanting to touch you for a while. watching all these people look at you like you’re their god, people willing to die for you. now you’re out here with no weapons, just pure muscle alone with me. it does something to a girl, you know?” a single eyebrow raises along with the corner of your lips.

surprise has your hands scrambling as two of his large palms find your waist and plops you right on his chest, straddling his body. he grabs his cloth to prop behind his head and he keeps his hands on your thighs, squeezing and massaging. this position is a lot, you hope he doesn’t feel how wet you are on his chest. imagining the wet patch when you shuffle off him makes you flush.

bakugou knows it’s stupid but he doesn’t want you to see how he’s half hard yet, just how easy you get him aroused by touching his chest and talking to him. 

“when do you think you’ll start seeing me as your god? it would make my life a lot easier,” he smirks.

you shake your head, “hopefully never, i want to see you as my husband and friend.”

“friend?”

bakugou feels taken aback at how easy conversation is with you, how he can’t stop talking just so he can hear you talk in return. you’re brushing his blonde locks off his forehead, “yeah, i’d love to be your friend. we did rush into this fiancé stuff rather quickly,” you giggle.

he hums, “friends with benefits.”

“men,” you shake your head mumbling even though you’d say the exact same. “my friends with benefits fiancé.”

“sounds good to me.”

bakugou realises all at once, he’s not as strong as he thought he was. also he can smell your pussy and it’s leaving smears on his chest. “would it be crazy to ask you to sit on my face? i can smell you, princess.”

your jaw drops at his bluntness and you want to roll off and close your legs though he pins you down by your thighs. the heat of your lower half increases intensely. you’d love to just grind on his chest but he’s offering his mouth? yes, you’ve daydreamed about this too.

“oh my god, katsuki.” you splutter and he drags you along his chest.

“cmon, wanna taste you properly. feel you fall apart ‘cause of my mouth,”

you’re not sure how you could even start to say no to him, especially when you only want to say yes. he looks angelic with the new moonlight beginning to dust his golden hair and you know you should be scared with the growing darkness but youre not. the thing that could cause the most damage is ready to beg to eat your pussy.

“you’re unbelievable,” you murmur even though you lift up to crawl up to his face. you’re hovering your heat above him and the man lets out this animalistic moan, his eyes falling shut. you feel a roll of wetness spread through you. bakugou’s hands hold your hips like his life depends on it.

“talk to me, princess. about anythin’ you want,”

“what do you—,”

he practically drops you on his mouth, his lips finding your clit with ease and sucking, hard.

“holy—,” you gasp, your back arching and it doesn’t take long at all for you to start grinding on his face, fingers clenching chunks of his hair like handlebars.

bakugou licks and licks between your legs, you can even feel him swallowing everything he gathers on his tongue before swiping again. your whole body rumbles, feeling as if it’s been set alight. you don’t think you’ve ever been treated with such need, such vigour. you’re a wheezing burst balloon of moans and mewls, rocking on his tongue and flinging your head back every time he nudges your clit.

he pulls you away from him for a single second and you’re already gasping at being away, “talk to me.”

then he dips his tongue in your hole and you’re withering.

“a-about what?” you whine as he stops lapping you up and bites down on your inner thigh, “oh fuck, katsuki!”

you begin to babble, anything that comes to mind, mostly all your thoughts about him. “i-i sometimes watch you carry furniture and hay barrels for the o-old ladies—,” a soft sigh slips through as his thumb presses against your asshole, “i think it’s so a-adorable b-but then you get all sweaty and fuck.” 

bakugou studies you through squinted eyes, every reaction, what you love, what you’re saying to him. he ignores the heaviness of his balls and focuses on pleasuring you. he hums between your legs and your grip tightens in his hair. you’ve been watching him, the same way he’s been watching you all the time.

he doesn’t need to push you to talk more because you’re doing it on your own. swirling your hips on his face, “i see t-the way the women look at you when we’re in town and it m-makes me…” you’re arching your back and bakugou knows your close. he presses down on your ass, sucking your clit between his lips, “it makes me so m-mad, katsuki,” you whine as if you’re close to tears, “thinking about if you’ve ever f-fucked them.”

fuck. oh shit, you’ve been jealous? bakugou knows it’s not healthy for him to get turned on by the prospect but you’ve been so annoyed around him all the time to find out you’ve been jealous? you’ve been staring at him this whole time?

his realisation hits as hard as your orgasm, the sensation rocking through your body, heat springing to the tips of your toes and fingers.

your wail is loud, though you’re both sure nobody is close enough to hear you. again you’re riding his face, taking what’s yours and smartly, he lets you. playing with you till your soft and limp, thighs about to squeeze his head from overstimulation.

he lifts you off him slowly, “okay princess, you’re good,” wrapping you in his chest as you try to regulate your breathing again. 

there’s crickets in the air, hoots of owls and the soft breeze making the trees dance. living in a village as a chief’s daughter, there weren't many opportunities to be outside in the dark and not assume imminent danger. in bakugou’s arms, you’re sure there's nothing you can't face.

bakugou blurts the words before he can even think about them, “i haven’t by the way.”

you glance up at his face, shocked to find how shiny his mouth is from his spit and you. you gasp and when he notices, he just wipes his face with his hand before sucking your juices off his fingers. his pink tongue darts out to taste every bit you left over and you cant help your next words coming out as a mindless flutter.

“you haven’t what?”

“fucked anyone from here,” he shakes his head.

you won’t call him a liar though it feels a little suspicious, “you’re not telling me you’re a virgin, are you?”

bakugou rumbles a laugh you can only find endearing despite the situation. you feel the laugh vibrating in his chest and you even lay your palm against it.

“no, princess i’m not.” 

you blink, you’re not sure why you feel so jealous of people you’ve never met, over a man you’ve known for not even a whole month. you definitely weren’t expecting your new fiancé, chief and leader to be a virgin, heck you’re not either but still it must be nice to be chosen by katsuki and not his family.

“okay,” you breathe.

“what? why do you sound all upset?” he rolls you on your back and lays sideways facing you so there’s no way you can escape his gaze. his rough fingers brush hair out your face before cupping your cheek. “talk to me. i can’t be a good husband otherwise.”

that seems to be the new button he can press to get you sharing all your secrets.

“just that it would be nice to be actually wanted by you instead of just being dumped with me.”

bakugou blinks, hand freezing before frowning, “what the fuck?”

“you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life, so it’s okay if you saw other people too. i think lots of marriages do this. i will probably too later on. i know you didn’t exactly want me and your parents chose me for you like mine chose you and—,”

“yn.” you think it’s the first time he’s said your name all night.

“yes?” you whisper.

“other people don’t matter, none of them matter. d’you really fuckin’ think that i didn’t choose you? that i didn’t have a say in having you as my wife? do you think you didn’t either?”

you’re silent for a moment, pondering on the idea, “what do you mean?”

bakugou huffs a laugh, “there’s loads of chiefs' daughters, army leaders' daughters across villages, even countries, neighbouring countries. even so, i don’t need this deal our parents made, i can fend for my village.”

you sit up abruptly, looking out to the navy sky and his pupils only follow you nonchalantly, “so why am i here?”

“because i want you.” bakugou claims, loud and clear, “and you wanted me too. otherwise you would have told your parents no like you did to every other dickhead suitor that came your way.”

you glance over at him and he only looks back at you. 

“tell me i’m right. ask my village, i’m never fuckin’ wrong.”

your mouth opens though nothing comes out. bakugou, however, just lays back on the grass, closing his eyes. “couldn’t say no to my beat up face and what did you say earlier? sweaty body helping old ladies?”

you shove his side though he doesn’t move, he just yanks you back down into his chest.

“you’re insane.”

“they always say that to the one that knows the truth,” he lays a kiss on your forehead and you feel at home. then his tone turns stern like a lecture, “i’m yours and you’re mine. nobody is seeing anyone else.” then he stops, biting down on his lips, “but if you do ever think about that then you have to tell me—,”

you shake your head, “no, i only said that in case you did.”

“i fuckin’ don’t. you’re all i need.”

“good.” you trace your finger across his collarbone, “i guess i did choose you. i’d get love letters from the most random men and they’d even turn up at my home declaring marriage with me. a whole song and dance. then you came along with a gorgeous ring and you didn’t even have to say too much, everyone’s heard about you. i thought i said yes to get it all over and done with, my parents wanted me to marry so bad. i think i was just waiting for you.”

bakugou reaches for your hand, kissing the ring on your finger. “i was waitin’ for you too.”

“katsuki?”

“wife?” you poke his side, so he corrects himself not before rolling his eyes, “fiance? princess?”

“it’s getting chilly, so let's go indoors. i’ll put my dress back on.”

bakugou stops you from getting your clothes, “they’re dirty, i’ll just bring you inside.”

“i’m not going inside naked?!”

“i’ll cover you,” and he demonstrates how he’d do so by standing up and effortlessly dragging your body from the floor and into his arms. your chest is against his, your arms around his neck with his arm against your ass. 

“your servants are going to drop dead after seeing us like this so soon.”

“they knew this would happen. they could feel the sexual tension every time you’d bite my head off for asking you a question at dinner.”

“they were always stupid questions!”

“you never gave me much to work with,” he replies and without too much thought, bakugou presses a kiss to your lips. a soft one like lovers would. “how about you come out with my friends and their wives tomorrow?”

you’re biting down on your lip and nodding before he even finishes, “as friends with benefits fiancés?”

bakugou chuckles, loud and brash, starting the walk up to your shared home, “whatever you want as long as i’m yours.”

you wrap your arms around his neck tighter as bakugou manoeuvres you both in the dark. your smile is glowing and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so happy, “yes chief.”

you get a pinch to your ass, “sorry, husband!”

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part two!! // FOR YOU masterlist

This was inspired by a story written by the precious @sukunasteeth

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*still manifesting this relationship quality and dynamic*

The remaining members of the Bakusquad and Dekusquad!!

⭒ crush

| hamzahthefantastic x youtuber!reader au

summary: hamzah has a crush that is extremely obvious to everyone except you ... somehow?! (both written & smau!!!)

a/n: happy new years!!!!!!

— march 2024

hamzah is hungry beyond belief.

martin's already assured him both over facetime and text that he's on his way with their full course meal of chinese takeout— currently sat in the basket of martin's rented bike, jostling up and down with every bump of the toronto pavement without a doubt. yet his stomach is still throwing a tantrum, depraved of any nutrients while his brain repeats in a neanderthal-like manner "food. coming. soon." in hopes of reducing the pressure within his poor stomach.

he opens instagram, needing some sort of an escape, because naturally a little doom-scrolling will ease his (dramatic but still very real) pain. somehow, among the ridiculous animal reels and comedic twitch clips on his explore feed, he stumbles upon a reel from you. a girl with a different quality and charm to your face and character than anything he's seen in other content creators.

not only does your bubbly yet elegant voice keep him watching but the subject matter is rather fitting— you're cooking a homemade chicken pot pie for the first time. in the video you talk about how often your mother would prepare it growing up and now it's become a popular craving for you. hamzah watches intently as if he were ready to get up and make his own pot pie alongside you.

"hey! the hell are you smiling at?" martin's voice is breathy due to his trek to and from the chinese restaurant. he walks into the living room holding a crinkly plastic bag reading: "thank you! have a nice day!" with that big, yellow smiley face in between.

"huh? nothin'." hamzah dismisses and adjusts himself on the couch, "come on, 'm starving!" he reaches his hand out to take the food from martin before patting the seat next to him.

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— june 2024

"so when are you gonna come see us?"

it was a surprise to see hamzah follow you on instagram a few months ago. you'd heard his name thrown around in certain spaces of the internet but never really indulged in any of his content.

his instagram had the format of a shitposting ten-year-old but it only made you curious about the humorous twenty-something. eventually you'd watched a youtube video of his; completely laughing your ass off and finding your eyes chasing after hamzah whenever he was in even the tiniest of frames.

it was never a serious crush by any means, just a nice piece of secret eye-candy who also happened to have a great personality and an enviously good work ethic (the effort martin and hamzah put into their videos was astonishing to you).

so you were quite nervous to be the first to dm him, in hopes of a friendship or a least a quick exchange of "hey." it was only right — you two had been liking each other's poss and stories a consistent amount.

the mellow first exchange between the two of you in april blossomed into you both constantly talking in your free time; your friendship quickly to developed a flirty back-and-forth dynamic that sometimes borders on way more than platonic. eventually martin was added to your consistent facetime calls and you’ve even let them convince you to create a discord account to play minecraft and grand theft auto online with them.

and now you’re lying on your leather couch with both of their faces displayed in your laptop’s screen, eager to hear your response.

“i don’t know…” you play with a loose end of the sweater you’re wearing, “what would we even do?”

they both stay quiet for a moment before hamzah laughs, “why are you acting like you don’t wanna say yes right now?”

a smile slowly grows on your face “okay… gimme a second,” you begin to google flight information to and from toronto.

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— september 2024

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ynfan01 ohhhh this was so necessary thank u mother☺️!! • ♥︎ by author

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slushieeee333 y/n: slurping pasta , hamzah the whole time: 😊👀😍😊

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slushedyn her and hamzah are obsessed with each other i fear

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freakzahfan that's one too many "o"s just say u wanna kiss her my boy

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“oh!” you accidentally trip over yourself while walking backwards and stumble into hamzah, who was standing in front of the unfamiliar grocery store, watching you prepare to give an intro. “jesus,” martin laughs under his breath from behind the camera. he lowers the camera, showing his feet but still picking up his voice in the mic, “you good?!”

the clip cuts to you stood upright again, "i'm in the six!!!" you exclaim loudly, raising your arms above your head. "and i'm here with slushy noobz to add to my series where other creators "teach me" their specialty. you tug at hamzah's arm and pull him into the frame with you, "hamzah tell them what you and martin are gonna teach me," you look up a him while still holding onto his arm. you interrupt him before he even begins to speak, "oh yeah! martin is also here by the way!" you point and martin flips the camera to himself. "they're just leaving me out it's fine, i know i'm out already, just vote just vote," he references with a sigh before turning it back to you and hamzah. "don't start! chase is on his way to come and film for us-" "listen! this is our plan-- we're gonna teach you how to mukbang; everyone knows we're very qualified in this field and know everything there is to know about the subject, so, uhh, yeah we're kinda experts. i dont know, would you say that, martin?" hamzah rambles. "yeah, i think that's a good way to describe us" "perfect! then you're teachin' me how to kiss next, right?" you ask. hamzah goes from looking at you attentively (hanging onto your every word) to a face deadpanned as he glances over to martin trying not to smile.

the video cuts to a clip with the three of you, finally, all in one shot now that chase is behind the camera. you pull a cart out from its slot and push yourself on it before standing both feet on top of the tiny foot bar, gliding through the automatic doors.

next, a clip of martin speaking to the camera while you and hamzah look through different pasta sauces together, "okay we didn't really explain this well but essentially we're all going to cook a nice dish and then eat it together in front of you guys. isn't that cute?" "yeah, can't wait for us to mukbang together" hamzah speaks. martin turns back to the camera with a smirk, "i bet you wish you were mukbanging with us huh, chase?" "no. and you just made that word up." martin's face falls.

the entire grocery shopping trip is filmed with little moments like hamzah mispronouncing a few brand names, martin talking to strangers about which pasta noodle to try, and you randomly walking off into estranged aisles "just to see if things are really different here"

now, you're all back at martin's home; you read aloud the recipe and hamzah is stood practically on top of you as he also looks down at the phone, all while martin lays ingredients out of the counter. "okay simple enough," hamzah says. "yeah, and you're still gonna make me do all of the work anyway," martin huffs sarcastically. you giggle a bit, "martin the most you'll have to do is boil water, i'll force him to do the rest." "huh???!! who??" hamzah questions, his smiley face “accidentally” leaning far too close to yours. "you, duh!" you laugh and turn away to look for a large pot.

throughout the cooking process you slowly stop helping; talking to mandy while you two eat chips and salsa while leaning on the counter or petting the pets instead of doing any of the tasks given to you from the self-proclaimed chefs.

"this is literally your video! what the hell y/n?!" martin whines when he finds you and mandy making a tiktok in his "man cave" together after you'd told them you were going to the bathroom, "seriously mandy?" all of the audio can be heard from the mics on your clothing. "where was she?" hamzah says monotonous as he scrolls on his phone. "making freaking tiktoks with mandy of course!" you giggle as you walk into the kitchen behind him, "what? the food is practically done, we're just waiting on garlic bread!" you shrug and hamzah immediately turns at the sound of your voice. "well, you gonna at least show us?" hamzah asks casually placing his hands on the counter around you, trapping you in the space between him and the marble surface. "yeah," you tilt your head so you can look at his face as you make fun of his not-so-friendly gesture, "you wanna keep breathing down my neck like that while i show you?" he laughs and moves away to cover up the embarrassment of being called out. "stop!" you laugh and bring him back into frame forcing him and martin to watch you and mandy dance on your phone screen.

the four of you sit on the carpet with plates full of chicken alfredo and pieces of garlic bread laid out on martin’s coffee table. you all talk about your experience in toronto so far, how you and hamzah first met, … et cetera.

martin attempts to teach you canadian slang: “keener is big here.” “actually? what the hell does that even mean?” “it’s kinda like a try hard— people will call you a keener if you’re doing too much, basically.” “wait tell me more!” “i mean things like buddy is way too common here. some random old guys will call me that and it always throws me off??” “yeah they always say it so demeaning,” hamzah laughs. “do you guys actually say ‘eh?’ all the time? i feel like i haven’t noticed it a lot.” you ask genuinely. “i won't lie.. i say it more often than i like to admit!” mandy says. you’ve noticed that no matter if you’re the one speaking or not hamzah’s eyes keep glancing and sometimes full on staring at you (he really doesn’t mean to but he thinks he’s finally processing that you’re actually here with them after months of wanting this) you're flattered nonetheless.

at some point hamzah and martin recreate a scene in lady and the tramp, successfully slurping at the same noodle until hamzah retreats and martin sighs at his lack of commiting to the bit. you laugh along before asking hamzah’s to share a noodle with you with a smile slapped over your face, “me next?” he fights off any blushing with a roll of his eyes and his response of, “yeah? ask me again in a sec.”

after you’ve all finished eating, you complete the video with a big smile and a promise of more collaborations in the future.

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how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

Literally

sorry i can’t go out tonight my doctor prescribed me lay in bed all night and read sukuna smut

how i've been for the past few days writing something

(it's fun adding ctechno knowing its kinda just domestic fluff shit)

the end times — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo satoru thinks he’s going to die because you’re giving him the silent treatment. (aka your first big fight with gojo).

contents. hurt/comfort, ooc, lovesick!gojo, you give him the silent treatment and he goes crazy, he is so pathetic in this one, tw obsessive behavior (he makes it EVERYONE’S problem), gojo’s pov

notes. loosely inspired by that one scene from yakuza fiance. not proofread whats new

Gojo knows he’s screwed up the second he steps into the common area of Jujutsu Tech’s dormitory. The air feels thick, wrong. And then there’s you, curled up on the couch, a book open in your lap, but your eyes aren’t moving.

His grin falters for half a second before he masks it with his usual bravado. “I always knew you had a little freak in you, but reading your erotic books out in the open? Who knew my girl was such a perv.”

The joke usually earns him a laugh, a shove, maybe even a teasing retort. But tonight, the silence that follows is deafening.

The pit in his stomach grows.

“Sweetheart?” He tries again, waving a hand obnoxiously close to your face.

You finally react, swatting his hand away, but there’s no playfulness in the motion. Your eyes don't even meet his.

“You’re late,” you say flatly, still staring at your book. “Again.”

Gojo scoffs, irritation bubbling. Not at you, never at you, but at the damn book that’s getting more attention than him.

“Ah, you know how it is. Got held up in Kyoto,” he says with a shrug.

The words leave his mouth too easily. He doesn’t realize his mistake until you finally, finally look at him.

And it’s nothing like usual.

There’s no warmth in your gaze, no sparkle of amusement or exasperation. Instead, you pin him with a look so sharp it strips him bare, leaving nothing but the hollow weight in his chest.

“You missed our date.”

His breath catches. His throat goes dry. “I–”

“I’m not mad about that.”

Relief floods him too fast, too soon. His shoulders sag as he leans down, tilting his head for a well-earned kiss. “You’re the best. I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

You pull away before he can touch you.

Gojo freezes.

“[Name]?”

You exhale sharply, shaking your head. “You know, it’s funny.”

There’s nothing funny about this moment.

His pulse thrums as you continue, voice eerily steady. “That your mission was in Kyoto. I mean, we have a whole sister school there, full of sorcerers ready to handle a first-grade threat. So why would they need you, specifically?”

His stomach drops.

He’s never been good at guilt, not when he’s spent his whole life believing he’s untouchable. But now, standing before you, unable to meet your eyes, it sits heavy in his gut.

And you don’t let up.

“Of course, I asked around. Thought maybe I was overthinking it.” A humorless scoff escapes you. “Imagine my surprise when I found out my boyfriend was too busy meeting with his future bride.”

Gojo’s mouth opens, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say.

“That’s–” he starts, then stops because, shit, you’re staring at him like he’s a stranger. Like he’s someone you can’t trust. The realization makes his stomach churn.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” you say bitterly, arms crossing as you lean back into the couch. “I mean, I’d love to hear how you were going to explain this one, Gojo Satoru.”

Full name. That’s how he knows he’s really fucked up.

“It’s not–It’s not what you think,” he says quickly, voice unusually hoarse. His usual bravado, his charm, none of it is coming to him. He doesn’t even know where to start. “I wasn’t–I wasn’t hiding it. I just–”

“You just forgot to tell me that your clan is arranging a marriage for you?” you cut in sharply. “That slipped your mind?”

“No! Yes—Fuck, that’s not what I mean,” he groans, pushing a hand through his hair. He’s never felt like this before. Like he’s scrambling for footing on uneven ground. “I didn’t tell you because it didn’t matter, sweetheart. I wasn’t ever going to go through with it. You know that, right?”

You let out a short, humorless laugh. “Do I? I mean, Suguru seemed shocked when I didn’t know that these were recurring dates set by your clan.”

Gojo falters.

“You didn’t even think to tell me, Satoru,” you say, voice quieter now, but somehow even more devastating. “You didn’t think I deserved to know?”

His heart clenches. That’s not–God, that’s not what this is.

“Of course you deserve to know! But I—” he exhales sharply, trying to gather his words. “I just—Fuck, I thought it was stupid. I thought it wasn’t worth mentioning.”

You shake your head, looking almost tired now. “Right. Because I’m just supposed to assume you’d never go through with it. After your multiple dates with her. Because I’m supposed to read your mind, just like always.”

The weight of your words crashes into him, and Gojo suddenly realizes that this isn’t just about Kyoto. This isn’t just about one lie, one mistake. This is about every time he’s brushed things off, every time he’s let silence speak for him, every time he’s sat through those excruciating meetings, knowing he would never go through with it, but never once thinking about how it would feel for you to find out this way. This is about every time he’s expected you to just get him without him ever having to say a word.

This is about how, even after everything, you still don’t know how much he loves you.

And now, looking at you, Gojo is terrified that he’s already lost his chance to prove it.

“I’m going to sleep,” you stand up from your place on the couch. 

Gojo tries to follow you, “Listen, baby–”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now. I need some space.” you turn around to send him a teary glare and that stops him in his tracks. He had never seen you cry. And it tore him apart knowing that he was the cause. 

The sound of your door slamming echoes in Gojo’s mind. 

Gojo Satoru is the first one in class the next day.

He drums his fingers against the desk, restless in a way he can't explain, but he knows it has everything to do with the fact that he spent the entire night not sleeping. His mind was too busy replaying the way you had looked at him, no, the way you hadn’t looked at him.

He had left you alone and upset. He had made you feel like you were second to someone else. And worst of all, he hadn’t even realized it until it was too late.

“This must be a first.”

Gojo glances up as Suguru enters, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Gojo Satoru, on time? It must be the end times.”

He knows it’s a joke, but it might as well be the end times. Gojo doesn’t respond, just presses his lips into a thin line as he goes back to mentally reciting the apology speech he’s been revising in his head all night.

Then the shoji door slides open again.

You walk in with Shoko, your head tilted slightly as you whisper something to her, something he’ll never get to hear because you don’t so much as glance in his direction. Instead, you take a seat at the farthest desk, as if he isn’t even there.

A part of him withers away.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up.

If words won’t get your attention, he’ll just have to be Gojo Satoru about it. He leans back in his chair and stretches obnoxiously, before loudly exclaiming, “Yaga-sensei! Are those grey hairs from your recent divorce?”

He grins, waiting for the familiar sound of your laugh, for that little shake of your head, for you to scold him like always.

But you don’t even look at him.

Instead, he’s met with Geto and Shoko’s twin expressions of abject horror, and before he has a chance to register what’s happening–

BAM!

Yaga’s palm collides with his head, sending him face-first into his desk.

Even through the throbbing pain, he can only think about one thing.

You didn’t even react.

“And how exactly is she ignoring you?”

Shoko’s grumpy voice echoes through the morgue, where she’s been attempting to practice her technique. She’s clearly unimpressed that Gojo Satoru has decided to spam-call her instead of dealing with his own problems.

“She’s ignoring me, Shoko,” Gojo groans dramatically from the other side of the Jujutsu Tech campus, rubbing the fresh bump on his head as he stands in front of your door. “I’ve been knocking for an hour. She’s in there. I know she’s in there, but she won’t answer.”

“Maybe she finally got tired of your bullshit,” Shoko says dryly. “Honestly, I don’t know why it took her this long to hold you accountable. She’s let your bad behavior slide for way too long.”

“Why are we talking about me like I’m some kind of dog?!”

Shoko ignores him.

“From the sound of it, you really messed up. I mean, who keeps a marriage a secret from their girlfriend?” She pauses, then adds with a smirk in her voice, “Oh, right. You.”

Gojo groans, pressing his forehead against your door. “You and I both know that’s not what happened. But she doesn’t. And she won’t even give me the time of day to explain.”

Shoko sighs. “Give her time to cool down.”

“And what, let her decide she wants to run off and marry some other guy? Move to a cute little beach town in Enoshima, start a family, have three kids, and leave all Jujutsu sorcery behind?”

There’s a long pause before Shoko makes a disgusted sound. “O-oi. Keep your weirdly detailed fantasies to yourself.”

“I’m just being realistic,” he insists, clutching his flip phone dramatically.

Shoko promptly hangs up on him.

Gojo stares at the device for a moment before slowly lowering it, exhaling hard.

Then he rests his head against your door again, defeated.

But Gojo Satoru was never one to admit defeat, so he tries again. He returns to your door the very next morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

“[Name]!” he chirps. “I bought us some parfait! Let’s talk things over, yeah?”

Silence.

Not even the sound of movement.

But Gojo Satoru is not easily discouraged.

So Gojo Satoru comes again the next morning.

“[Name]!” he knocks again, this time balancing a slice of strawberry cake in one hand. “This is all my fault, so come out and let me apologize properly!”

Nothing.

Gojo sighs, leaning against the doorframe, about to knock again when—

Your phone rings.

His breath catches as he presses his ear to the wood.

“Hi, Suguru?”

His heart stops.

“Yeah, we’re still on for the movie. I’m just about to leave right now.”

For the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru understands what people mean when they say they feel like they’ve been punched in the gut.

Because you’re going to Suguru.

You’re not just ignoring him, you’re choosing someone else.

His fingers twitch at his sides as a feeling he doesn’t like at all creeps into his chest. It’s something ugly, something unfamiliar. Something that feels a lot like jealousy. Was that how you felt?

He wants to knock again, wants to demand that you open the door, look at him, let him fix this before you walk away from him any further.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he presses his lips into a thin line, shoves his hands into his pockets, and forces himself to step away from your door.

Forces himself to give you the space you deserved.

You don’t know why you relent so easily.

You shouldn’t. Not after the way he lied, the way he kept something so important from you.

And yet, when you hear him pacing outside your door, his nervous energy practically seeping through the walls, you feel something crack.

He’s been outside your room for the nth time this week. Every day, like clockwork, he’s knocked. Brought your favorite snacks. Talked to you through the door, filling the silence with his ridiculous banter, even when you refused to answer.

You squeeze your eyes shut, gripping your blanket a little tighter. You should stay angry. But you can't.

You sigh, pressing your forehead to your knee.

Maybe it’s time to stop punishing the both of you.

With a deep breath, you stand, crossing the room to the door. When you open it, Gojo nearly stumbles forward, mid-step in his pacing.

His eyes snap to yours, wide and filled with so much desperate hope it makes your chest ache.

And the way his face lights up like you’ve just handed him the entire world tells you that, maybe, you were never going to be able to stay mad at him forever.

But you’re here, leaning on your door frame with your arms crossed, your nails digging into your skin as you glare at the man who has spent the last ten minutes tripping over his words, looking wrecked in a way you’ve never seen before. His hair is messier than usual, lips are parted like he wants to say something, anything, but he doesn’t know where to start.

Finally, you scoff, breaking the silence. “If you don’t have anything to say, I’m going back into my room.”

“No!,” Gojo steps forward instinctively, like he’s afraid you’ll slip through his fingers. And after everything, he is. “I screwed up.”

You give him a deadpan look. “Oh, really?”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, I really fucked up.”

Silence.

You should say something. You should demand an explanation, yell, maybe even cry, but you’re so tired. You’ve spent days twisting yourself into knots over this, convincing yourself you never meant as much to him as he did to you.

And then Gojo says it.

“I should’ve told you.” His voice is hoarse. “I should have told you after the first meeting. After the first second they brought it up.” He swallows hard. “But I was stupid. I thought if I ignored it, if I went through the motions, if I waited for the right moment… then it wouldn’t matter. That it would be over before you ever had to know.”

You shake your head, letting out a hollow laugh. “Satoru, do you even hear yourself? Do you get what it was like for me to find out from someone else? To hear that the person I–” you cut yourself off, but the damage is done. You see it in the way his breath hitches, in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you.

“The person you what?” he asks softly, pleading.

You clench your jaw. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter.”

Your shake your head. “You lied to me.”

“I know,” he says, and the sheer brokenness in his voice makes your throat tighten. “I know, sweetheart. And I swear to you that I never meant to. I never wanted to hurt you.” he exhales shakily, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear on everything, I was never going to go through with it. I never even showed up to any of the dates, so they kept ambushing me under the guise of missions! I sat through every single one of those goddamn meetings thinking about how ridiculous it was, how there was only ever one person I wanted.”

He stops himself, inhaling sharply.

And then, quieter, almost afraid:

“How there’s only ever you.”

The words hit you like a fist to the chest.

Gojo watches you carefully, breathless, waiting. Hoping. He’s given you the truth, raw and unfiltered, and now it’s up to you.

And maybe it’s the exhaustion, maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most important thing in his world that makes you believe him.

For the first time in a week, your lips find his, and Gojo swears he can finally breathe again. The warmth of your palm against his cheek, the way your fingers curl slightly as if grounding yourself in him. It’s enough to make him melt.

"You’re so insufferably cheesy, Satoru," you murmur against his lips, your breath warm, teasing. "It makes me so angry that I love it." A pause, a soft exhale. "But I forgive you."

His grin is instant, smug and shameless. "That was good, huh?" He tilts his head, cerulean eyes twinkling. "I’m willing to bet your heart skipped a beat."

You roll your eyes, but you kiss him again, slower this time, because, damn it, he’s right.

extra!

“I demand some extra loving!” Satoru sprawls dramatically across your bed, limbs hanging off the edge like a defeated king.

You barely spare him a glance, flipping a page in your book as you lie comfortably on your stomach. “And why, exactly, do you deserve that?”

He lifts his head, pouting. “I deserve it after a week’s worth of psychological trauma. Don’t think I forgot that you ditched me for Suguru.”

“Oh… that.”

“Yeah. That.” His voice is thick with exaggerated betrayal.

You finally look at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “It was a fake phone call, Satoru. You were just so insufferable camping outside my door that I had to make up an excuse.”

His jaw drops. “Huh?!”

ONLY FOR YOU [9K]

— viking!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: on a visit to a neighbouring village, you realise all the women there either hate you or are laughing at you. apparently, your fiance has forgot to tell you one very minor detail.

WARNINGS: minors dni, ageless blogs dni, 18+ content, female reader, viking themes light, smut/fluff/angst, referred to as: lady/baby/princess, p to v sex, assplay, spanking, massage+oil (f), handjob, breast play, fingering (f), head (f), bkg referred to as chief, dirty talk, love confessions, lovey dovey, whole load of grovelling, hello eren n mikasa!!!!

NOTES: part four of FOR YOU viking bkg!! can be read as a standalone. this comes before JUST FOR YOU because i wrote that they love each other in that fic when this fic includes the first confession lol so i’ll edit the note on that fic. hope you all enjoy. the beginning was written many months ago lol but finally finished. lots of grovelling bkg here and i’ve wrote things i’ve never wrote before! looking forward to hearing what you have to say :) also play please please please by sabrina.

FOR YOU MASTERLIST!

what people don’t mention is the unspoken notion that your partner is a reflection of you. you’ve chosen to be with this man, spend your days with him and share your deepest moments. if he does something stupid, there’s an idea that you’d be okay with it, perhaps even do it yourself. having a partner, especially a man at your side puts you in the position to be utterly and completely embarrassed by him. your girlfriends would tell you how they were dating a man who just broke it off randomly and how embarrassing it feels to just share that information. or another how, they took a man home to meet her parents and made not one, but three embarrassing and highly offensive jokes. embarrassment from men isn’t new. but it’s definitely new for you.

you don’t care if silent treatment is childish, you don’t even know how to comprehend everything you’ve heard today. you’ve kept your fake smile on for long enough, through all the conversations, greeting new people and attempting to make new friends. 

bakugou knew something was up with you. how you refused to look at him at dinner, turning away from him every time he leaned in to talk to you. he shuffled to scrape his crispy potatoes onto your plate and you made no move to thank him. the worst was when you froze when he put his hand on your thigh causing him to remove it abruptly.

he needs to go home now, sort out whatever the fuck was wrong with his wife.

he whispers to you, “you finished eatin’?”

you’ve leant back in your chair, plate half finished. all you manage is a nod. 

“wanna go home now?” he’s testing the waters, studying every turn of your head and fidget of the table cloth.

“yeah.” you continue facing forward. you want nothing more than to leave.

bakugou stands and immediately all the attention goes to him. you follow the gazes of the women across the table, how their eyes widen. watching him like a piece of meat.

“we’re goin’ now,” is all he says and if you weren’t so pissed off you would have laughed at how kaminari quickly piles in the last spoonfuls of his food.

your fake smile finds its way back on your face as you rise to your feet, “thank you for inviting us! we had a lovely time.” 

it’s all for the audience when you give your fiancé a side hug, your hand sliding along his chest under his furs. your other hand grips his bicep and you both truly look like a beautiful couple. you feel so unlike yourself, putting on a show in front of other women, especially women you only wanted to be friends with but it’s a job that has to be done. united front and all.

you keep his hand in yours until you walk out to your horses, your crew behind you both. only when none of the neighbouring village people are around do you rip your hand out of his.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? did someone do somethin’ to you?” he tries.

“let’s just go home,” you feel defeated. anger and anxiousness rattling through you.

though bakugou steps towards you, chest to chest but you refuse to meet his eyes.

“tell me now so i can sort out whoever’s in there now,” he sounds every bit caring and dangerous, shiny eyes trying to find yours without literally dragging your face to him by the chin.

you sniff, “nobody did anything to me. let’s go home.”

silently you hop on bakugou’s horse daisy, with the man following behind you. after ordering his men, as soon as daisy starts walking he speaks up, “you’re tellin’ me when we get back.” 

today was going to be one of the first times you and your fiancé bakugou katsuki, were out in public together in a neighbouring village. often bakugou would leave the village, for a raid or a deal or a visit. fulfilling his chief duties. you would too occasionally for a new day out with your friends, having fun making new identities for the evening. but today you were lady bakugou. not completely yet in the name but you have your shiny engagement rock on your finger, glistening in every way the light shines. then shiny rubies hanging at your ears and three beautiful delicate gold chains around your neck. a couple of rings littered your fingers from a raid a few weeks ago and you’ve got on one of your new dresses you’ve had tailored recently. the boost of confidence is like no other. you’ve rubbed a dab of honey in your skin and some lavender across your neck and wrists. then lastly a smear of raspberry and sugar that one of the village ladies made for you. 

you feel beautiful and you know it’s a fact when you step out of your home, and your glorious chief of your village is standing waiting for you. he’s had morning duties while you got ready for the journey and you’re a bit surprised by the large entourage he’s bringing with him. you’re bringing your maid sophie, who stands behind you and your fiancé practically has his whole crew. their horses and his own, lovely cinnamon brown daisy at his side.

the frown that many would believe is built into his face, immediately lightens at the sight of you. so similar to the sight of a flower the day it’s ready to bloom. comparing katsuki to a flower does seem odd, with the scar across his lip, another across his eyebrow. then a few more down his arms and his chest. all of which are showing as he’s only got his favourite black furs hanging at his shoulders. they drape down to his waist, covering his nipples but not the deep set of abs he’s got. paired with these premium black boots that cost a fortune and so much jewellery it’s hard to distinguish one chain from another. his silver jewellery is a weight at his neck, just another proof of his wealth and health that he’s able to carry it all day. then his lobes are coated in more silver, as with his fingers.

“you look beautiful…,” he stops what he was doing to give you his full attention, carmine eyes dropping from your braided hair to your feet, “my lady bakugou.”

your body burns at his sweet sweet attention. even the way his men still look at him with shocked mouths open. yes, their chief can be loving. only to you. another man nudges the other, and they go back to preparing their horses.

you snap out of it, shaking your head and walking towards him with a bounce in your step. “thank you my beloved, but i’m not even a bakugou yet.”

then you stop right in front of him, lifting your head to face his. he knows what you’re asking for without saying it. for him to fulfil his husband duties. it’s a single second of looking at each other up close. his caramel scent mixed with something earthy makes you feel deluded and the feeling only worsens when the left corner of his mouth rises in a smirk.

“you will be and you definitely are today, princess,” 

then he kisses you for the first time today. lips slotted together like puzzle pieces as your palm finds purchase on the part of his chest that’s showing. he’s warm and delectable, wasting no time in opening your mouth for his tongue to slide through. he makes you feel all fuzzy, your brain becoming one of a teenage boy to rapidly undress him and take more and more and more of him.

but you’re a grown woman, pulling away from him because someone has to remember there’s an audience around. you brush some of the sugar from your lips off his though it only makes him grab your hand to lay another kiss in the centre of your palm. 

“i mean it though, you look unbelievable. i’m lucky to have you by my side,” it’s said in a deep whisper, bakugou holding eye contact so intense it feels as if he’s trying to communicate those three other words too without actually saying them. you think you would return them.

you grin and it feels like a bubble has formed around you two, “i’m lucky to have you too. you look gorgeous.”

then you pull from his embrace, the deep want, longing, the love for him almost choking you. or not love, or maybe love, or yes love? you move to his horse, rubbing her face soothingly.

“i’m assuming i’m riding with you today, chief?” you say loudly as if to snap out of whatever that just was. your new horse, cheesecake is nowhere to be seen.

he hums, his ringed hand finding your waist, a peck on your cheek, “yeah, want you with me for this long journey.”

the day started so well, poking his sides and sitting behind him on daisy. kissing his neck while he threatens to push you off. bakugou even made sure to inform you about who you’re visiting, one of his closest friend’s eren jaeger. they’ve been childhood friends with their parents also being friends and since his parents have recently passed he’s taken on the role of being the chief of his village. it was only a dinner with his wife mikasa and their new baby in company and a few shared friends of the village. to say you were looking forward to this was an understatement. you loved meeting new people, the potential to be friends.

though as soon as you hopped off daisy, you could sense it. eren and mikasa were lovely, their baby sleeping back home for the moment. eren was gorgeous, tall and lean instead of bulky like your katsuki. emerald green eyes with a beautiful emerald chain around his neck. mikasa took you under her wing, with long shiny black hair and a swiftness that told you she took part in raids.

on the tour around the village, you thought you were going insane. the familiarity all the women had with your fiancé. the bug eyed stares, undressing him with their eyes. you thought to assume it’s because everyone grew up together right? he’s known them since childhood. but from when you meet the local baker, one of mikasa’s maids, actually three of mikasa’s maids, two of her friends, a local gardener, many of eren’s men’s wives, something clearly was going on. one reached out for his forearm to which bakugou turned around just in time to not notice. the most undeniable thing was how every single woman you’ve met here, sans mikasa, looks like they wanted to murder you in the worst possible way. either that or pretending like you weren’t there. gossiping behind their palms to one another with a giggle at the end. 

you remember a while ago bakugou mentioned he’s never slept with women from his village. does that mean it was always from other villages? he can’t have had a relationship with all of these women? bakugou’s facial expression barely changed from one woman to the next whilst nearly every single one regarded him with pure elation until eren introduced you as his fiancé. then the glares and odd optimism like you don’t exist.

“you gonna tell me now? i can’t be a good husband if you don’t tell me. please.” bakugou pleads, following you down the hallway to your shared bedroom. you have half the mind to sleep in the spare room tonight and depending on how this conversation goes you think you just might.

you spin around to face him once you’re together in your bedroom. bakugou jumps slightly, wide eyes at how angry and distraught you truly were, hidden all day. you’re past frowning, gritted jaw and flared nostrils. your hands in fists before relaxing then clenching again.

“you embarrassed me,” you spit.

bakugou feels something snap in his chest before confusion coats him, “what?”

“it would have been helpful, katsuki, if you told me beforehand that you’ve fucked the whole village so i didn’t have to sit through conversation after conversation from women thinking you were back for them or how good you fucked them last or getting glared at by everybody or listening to how every woman in the room knows you have a beauty spot on your left ass cheek!”

bakugou’s jaw drops. he doesn’t think he’s ever in his life been stunned to silence.

his lips move but he’s unsure what to exactly say, “i… i didn’t think—,”

“yeah, you didn’t because multiple women today mentioned how they thought you were their boyfriend and were shocked to find you’re here with a fiancé. then… then hearing how stupid i’d be to think you’d stay loyal to me when you hadn’t been to them!”

you feel hot all over, overstimulated with the amount of jewellery you’ve got on, your socks, the lace of your dress prickling your cleavage.

you breathe, covering your face with your hands before ripping them away the next second, “what the fuck, katsuki! even mikasa, the only woman you hadn’t had sex with was surprised i was clueless. just throwing me out to the wolves today.”

you move to pull off your rings, dropping them in a bowl on your side of the bed. then your earrings and necklaces. 

katsuki steps towards you keeping you out of arms reach. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this in his life. perhaps when his mother would shout at him as a child? but he was a brute, stomping out of the room and thinking he was in the right anyway. usually, it was him shouting at others but he’s actually hurt you emotionally. no broken bones or bleeding, he’s genuinely deeply hurt you.

“i’m sorry, yn.” he chokes, looking at his hands, “i was fuckin’ stupid to now think about that. i just thought about introducin’ you to the guys and their wives. i didn’t even think about my… endeavours with those women.”

“how do you not think about these women while they’re convinced they’re in the running to be the next lady bakugou? you clearly did more than just fuck them,” you focus on one stiff ring, stuck on your pointer finger. fuck, you’re going to need to get some oil or butter. you yank at it again and again until before you know it tears begin to fall. “for fucks sake.”

“shh, shh, wait,” he spins you around by the shoulders and takes your hand with the stuck ring. tears fall onto your hand as you look down and bakugou feels like a knife is only twisting deeper inside of him. “lemme take it off you.”

he opens up a box you have behind you, swiping soft lemon balm between two fingers. he wipes it over your finger, under and around the ring, then slowly twists it and slides it off your finger.

as soon as it’s off you snatch your hand back holding the bruised finger against your chest.

“i’m sorry, baby. for me, it wasn’t anythin’ serious with them. i’d sleep with some of them when i was younger, a few years ago, all before i even knew about you. they were around when i’d visit eren and not to sound weird and up my ass but they all wanted the status from me, not me,” he says sympathetically, dying to drag you into his arms.

you wipe your eyes quickly, “seriously? so you didn’t make it clear to them that it was just sex? you were happy just fucking and leaving these women? who even are you?” 

you pull off your dress, padding around the room in just your underwear to find a spare sleepshirt, “do you know how embarrassing it was? to hear everything about my fiancé, stuff i didn’t even know?”

there’s one under your pillow you drag on with bakugou still frozen like a statue in the middle of the room. 

“i’m fuckin’ sorry. i shoulda told you but we’ve barely spoken about our past like that and i didn’t think they’d have that much shit to say about me.”

you frown at him like he’s stupid, scrunched face and turned up lip. “i’m sleeping in the spare room, goodnight.”

“yn, please,” he tries to grab your arm but you dart out the way.

“i don’t want to be around you. we’ll talk tomorrow.”

“leave me alone, fuckboy.”

all your and bakugou’s staff get whiplash looking at each other so fast, rolling their lips in to stop giggles bursting out.

you pay no mind to your fiance sitting at the head of the dining table for breakfast. he’s freshly showered with only his engagement ring on a chain around his neck and a forest green tunic. he’s definitely not his usual well rested self, there’s a tint of darkness under his eyes, his palms sweaty on his thighs. you do this to him.

you on the other hand are still in your nightshirt, bouncing around the dining table to put food onto your plate. strawberries, blueberries, buttered toast and a chocolate croissant. 

“yn, just sit so we can talk. please.”

“benny! thank you for the pain au chocolat! i need to get the recipe from you.”

benny, your head chef waves over to you while bakugou grunts.

“stop fuckin’ ignorin’ me.”

you slowly lift your head to him, eyes wide with faux innocence. “oh, like you did with all those women? again, shut up bakugou.”

bakugou grits his teeth as you pop a blueberry in your mouth. you don’t give him a chance to reply, talking to sophie who walks past you, “i’ll be eating in the gardens. i don’t like the energy in this room.” you waft your hand around you for good measure.

when you’ve left the room, bakugou flings his head back on his seat behind him. “what the fuck am i supposed to do?”

he’s met with silence till he looks over to his staff. some of his housekeepers, his cooks and his maids have known him since he was a kid, others from when he first became chief. most are close to him in an oddly familial way and now with you.

“honestly. speak to me.”

it’s not often bakugou asks for advice so again, his staff are hit with surprise.

sophie speaks up first with the softest tone she can muster. bakugou knows the love she has for you. “apologise, chief. let her talk at you and explain your process of thinking. you were very… sorry chief…,” sophie looks for the right word before landing on, “silly. very silly.”

“fuck,” bakugou grunts. sure he used to sleep around. he didn’t intend to drag anybody on or hurt you in the process. he forgot how possessive women can get… the fuck is he saying, he’s the most possessive person he knows. 

“you lot eat if you haven’t already. i’ll go find her.”

you’re sitting cross legged on one of the wooden benches littered around the gardens, looking out at the flowered bushes and vegetable gardens to the left. you look content, wiping a pastry flake off your cheek and listening to the light hum of bees. till you hear your fiance plop down beside you and your eyes roll to the back of your head in annoyance.

“ruining my evening and my morning. wow,” you mutter under your breath. bakugou sits up straight, crossing his arms across his chest.

“i’m sorry, i should have warned you i had relations with other women.” his eyes bounce from you to the lake further ahead.

in slow motion, your face twists. eyebrows upside down, scrunch of your nose. “i’m not going to even answer that. i had a woman tell me i was just your new plaything that you’ll get bored of while three other women laughed.”

your voice cracks on the last word and you wonder how you’ve become so emotional now. you haven’t even started talking and you’re ready to cry. you won’t though.

“i’m sorry—,”

“in another room, two girls were talking about how good of a fuck you were and another was close to tears when another introduced me as your fiance. that apparently you slept with her twice and she thought you really really liked her. wait, then another who said she lost her virginity to you years ago and was convinced you’d come back to her?”

you turn to your beautiful man, who has a whole village wrapped around his finger. his eyes are wide at every word that comes out of your mouth.

“i’m not going to call any of those women crazy if that’s what you want from me. i get it. i know what it’s like to have a crush on you, sleep with you and have your attention. i’ll probably be joining them in a week.”

are you being dramatic? honestly, you don’t know, you’re not in the right mind to think about this all clearly. your mind just keeps going in circles that you’re not enough for him. is this all really unbalanced and you like him more than he does you? are you now thinking of every possibility possible? has he given you any reason to not think these things?

“you’re not gonna be fuckin’ joinin’ them. you’re not like those girls to me—,”

“how?”

bakugou blinks, “how what?”

“how aren’t i like them? i’m sure you got some of them gifts, called some pretty, definitely had sex with a lot of them.”

“‘cause you’re my wife. i want you beside me forever.” 

he says it like it’s obvious.

you sigh with your whole body, gripping your plate between the tips of your fingers.

“i need more, katsuki. yesterday i was told every single thing needed to make me the most insecure girl on the earth.” you plead, now putting the plate on the ground to hug your knees in the bench.

fuck, fuck, fuck.

you’re slipping through his fingers so he begins talking without thinking.

“i was young and stupid and i used to sleep around. i think it was because i just wanted some intimacy or some, i don’t fuckin’ know, some love? or control over how i was loved? and i’m not sayin’ that for some sympathy or whatever. you know my parents never hugged me or shit, my first hug was from sophie when i was fifteen and my first kiss was from a girl from eren’s village. once i realised girls were attracted to me i used it. no violence or reciting my duties of becoming a future chief. i just craved… intimacy, i think.” 

bakugou sniffs. fuck, he has more to think through than he thought. you’re still beside him, waiting for more.

“i got carried away sometimes. i kept my emotions out when some of the girls were very emotionally involved. which is my bad i didn’t make things clearer. but i never thought about them afterwards, i’d leave and be back on raids, training.” bakugou leans forward in his elbows, head in his hands, “i was fucked up, on my own clock. never taught to care about people i left behind in other villages.”

you watch bakugou realise in real time, the extent of his actions. killing people in raids and he’s left. messing with women and he’s gone. one is his duty, the other… not quite. he stares ahead blankly for a few seconds before turning to you, looking at you as if you hold all the answers.

“do you understand that? and i’m not askin’ for sympathy but do you get what i mean? i was taught to care about my village.” his final words become a whisper.

you’ve gone on raids. you’ve been in rooms with your family as they plan murders. you sit with katsuki as he plans to take other villages' wealth and food. all done for survival and power.

“yeah, i do. kill or be killed, we live on that. but what, i’m in your village, your property, so you won’t do me wrong? that’s the difference between me and them?”

bakugou’s lava eyes harden to rocks, “anythin’ that goes for me goes for you. this is also your village, i am also your property. i am going to marry you, i’m swearin’ on everythin’ i’ve worked for that i won’t do you wrong. that’s the difference between you and them.”

but there’s something there that’s still not enough. you understand every word that leaves his mouth. you follow his lips until he’s finished then the sharp angle of his jaw to the pair of gold earrings in his ears. you need more. more.

“tell me you love me.”

“i love you with my life.”

there’s not a beat in between your question and his answer. there is a silence after of you studying his face whilst he becomes an open book. he sits up straight, twisting to face you. it’s not that you don’t believe him. bakugou tilts his head at you, trying to grab what you’re thinking.

“i can’t be a good husband if you’re not honest with me, baby.”

“this is not as romantic as i wanted it to be,” you mumble.

bakugou chuckles.

“you’re in trouble, don’t laugh.”

bakugou nods in acceptance, hands in the air but his smile stays.

you lean back in your chair defeated, looking ahead.

“so do you love me too or should i fuck off?”

“you’re not getting that from me yet. tell me why you won’t leave me. tell me why i’m different to those women.”

bakugou gulps but it’s easier to speak his mind now, those three words are out of him. 

“‘cause i love you. before i met you i loved you, hearing what people were saying about you. from the day i dropped on one knee before you and how you frowned at me like i was a fuckin’ idiot before saying yes. the way you care about me, the way you love our village and everyone from your home. i won’t leave you because i need to hear you snort when you laugh too hard three times a day minimum or i’ll die. ‘cause if i leave you, i’ll think about you for the rest of my life. ‘cause if i leave you i’ll never get to hear how cheese and grapes are better than cheese and apples and i’ll never get to see you fuckin’ smile at me. ‘cause if i leave—,”

you slap a hand on bakugou’s mouth, “okay i get it.” a soft smile finds your cheeks.

lightly, he pulls your hand away. “‘cause if i leave you i won't get to love you and i think that’s all i’m really here to do. i shouldn’t have been a dickhead before, shouldn’t have lied or used those women. i won’t even have the chance to do it again. i’m sorry for embarrassin’ you too, you can punch me in the throat for that.”

“i’m not going to punch you.”

“you can if you want.”

“i don’t.” you shake your head slowly, before rising to your feet, “so i was planning on spending my day with cheesecake and then helping the villagers. i’ll see you later maybe.”

maybe? spending your day with your horse instead of him? “no love you back? i’m free until the evening though, baby.”

his tone lingers, arm stretching out to grab your hand. but you move out the way just in time so you don’t make contact. by the way you’re stepping back, hands behind your back, you’re refusing to touch him. he pushes, “now tell me you love me.”

you know it’s hurting him not to hear it from you and the feeling makes you grin internally. “i’m still mad at you, you little whore.”

bakugou sighs dramatically, “i said i’m sorry. gimme a kiss.”

you laugh in surprise, “it’s going to take more than saying you love me to make me forgive you for a village’s worth of embarrassment, fuckboy.”

you don’t even give him time to reply, going back to your home to prepare to bathe and change before heading out to see cheesecake. bakugou stays seated on his bench, following your figure. he suddenly feels so full yet empty. he grinds his teeth, cracking his knuckles. you need to say you love him back. he knows you do… right? but now he needs to work for it. can’t be that hard. 

to get to the stables you need to pass bakugou’s training ground. there are sheds of weapons and armour, seating for an audience and a large patch of mud from grass being eroded with all the movement. you only look at the groups of men, some wrestling, others with knives till you land on your fiance smack bang in the middle giving instructions.

your fiance, the only man with no shirt on, is shiny with sweat and his usual slacks cut to shorts. you tut, knowing exactly what he’s doing. he’s all golden brown from being under the sun, abs like freshly baked bread from the oven. he’s still got his iconic silver chains and his earrings in, glistening from perspiration. he pushes his hair back off his forehead, features mushed in an unimpressed frown. any other time and you’d probably walk through the violence and over to him. have a quick chat, palm on his chest. tracing over the scar on his stomach.

though when he’s about to see you, you turn your head away. 

“yn! princess!” 

you have half the mind to completely ignore him but united front and all. people are watching, especially the village women in the stands whose greedy eyes follow your husband like prey.

you sigh, “yes katsuki.”

there’s a tinge of anxiousness in bakugou and he can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt like this. he stands up straighter, rolls his shoulders back and even puffs out his chest a little. then he realises your tapping foot and your darting eyes like you wish to be anywhere but here.

“i was waitin’ for you to walk by. i’m gonna make it up to you,” and your chief of the village fiance reaches behind him to pull out a beautiful blush pink peony. your favourite flower. though its stem is a bit bent from being in his pocket and a few petals are browning from being picked too early.

you take the flower to inspect between your fingertips. “i, err, got more for the house in case i damaged this one.” he can’t stop talking, “kinda fuckin’ did there. fuck. i didn’t want my men to step on it if i left it on the ground. there was loads on the east side of the river and i thought of you. i love you, i told you earlier but i wanna tell you more.” he clears his throat, scratching his head then crossing his arms, “hope you enjoy your day today, i love you.”

bakugou’s first time navigating love and he has no clue how he’s doing. your blank stare isn’t helping. he can’t figure out which cogs are turning in your head and he can’t translate your crossed arms. one of his men walks past you both, looking at their chief’s love being unreciprocated.

“can you get back to fuckin’ work?” bakugou growls and the man holds his hands up then shuffles along.

“thank you. i do like peonies,” you state.

bakugou’s chest burns and his throat gets tight. that wasn’t exactly what he wanted. “thought i could put it in your hair?”

you don’t say yes or no so he takes it upon himself to weave the stem through a braid, the flower landing by the arch of your eyebrow. 

“you look beautiful. like my princess,” he says, eyes glowing as he studies you. you smell good too, buttered lavender and thyme. 

if you weren’t mad at him you’d be climbing on him like a tree in your forest, bringing him in for a kiss on his lips and cheeks. 

instead, you give him a tight smile, “thank you katsuki, i love it.” not him. “i’ll see you later.”

then you jog to the stables.

bakugou’s left surrounded by his men, grunts and harsh chuckles. a hand lands on his shoulder, “she still mad from yesterday?”

he’s not got it in him to tell kirishima to fuck off so he just agrees. “yeah. i’ve never had her like this before.”

“at least she’s not completely ignoring you. i’ve had that before and it’s hell. just get her gifts and shit. women like that.”

he knows what women like, he didn’t realise a whole village still remembered him. you though, what’s going to get you to love him?

“fuck!” bakugou mumbles to himself, water coating his shoes. “who would leave this by the entrance?” 

you watch the bucket of clean water you just collected from the stream now soaked in bakugou’s socks and the hay on the ground. you pat cheesecake’s side.

“i would. i wasn’t expecting any visitors,” you say and it’s clear in your tone for him to go away though stupidly he stays.

bakugou blushes, yes, blushes. hot red spreads across his cheeks and he knows his ears match. you still have the peony in your braid and some how it looks as if it’s bloomed for a second time, brighter and pinker than before.

“sorry, fuck, you got that from the stream too. i’ll replace it when i leave.”

you’re silent watching him.

“now?” his eyes widen, “okay wait here, i’ll be back in a second?”

as soon as he’s gone, bucket in hand, you let out a giggle.

“he’s so stupid, isn’t he? big bad chief not so bad now,” you whisper in cheesecake’s blonde mane, taking your comb to brush through his long strands.

it doesn’t take long at all for bakugou to return, four buckets of fresh stream water in his hands. he refills cheesecake’s water trough first, leaving the two spares in the corner.

he wipes his forehead from the sweat, the heat getting to him. he’s still missing a shirt but you’re not complaining, the glisten of his pecs has you lightly sighing.

“i just want you back,” 

he did not mean to say that. the words surprise bakugou, and he rubs his face with one hand. the action leaves a stripe of dirt across his cheekbone. you want to smile but you hold it back. you haven’t embraced since before your trip yesterday, over twenty four hours of not being wrapped up in his arms. it reminds you of when you first met, the push and pull.

you turn away from him, walking cheesecake back into her pen. you bite down on your lip, “katsuki.”

bakugou knows what that tone means. 

“she’s beautiful, isn’t he? i asked your mother what horse you had as a child and i tried to get one similar to what she described.” you never knew that, “i wrote a letter to all the villages, even the ones that fuckin’ hate me but they still read it. when i first saw him i knew he was the one for you.”

you keep your eyes on cheesecake. his blonde main, the caramel of her body, the patches of auburn. he’s a darling. tender temperament with chunky hind legs for a strong ride. you feel bakugou’s presence behind you but he doesn’t touch you.

“turns out he’s your old horse’s grandson.”

that makes you spin around, “really?” cheesecake is related to your childhood horse? “why didn’t you tell me?”

“honestly, i think it slipped my mind. we were still getting to know each other and i didn’t want to scare you or look like i was tryin’ too hard.” bakugou laughs, “i can admit i was tryin’ very hard.”

“you… did that for me?” your fingertips touch your lips and bakugou flickers his eyes to that spot. 

“i knew i was gonna love you. fuck, i already did then.”

you wanna jump and climb on him. have him push you into the hay and have his way with you. with his strong arms, stubble growing in. all this effort when you barely knew each other.

you point your finger in his face, “stop. i know what you’re doing, you need to know what you did yesterday was so unfair to me. i’m not a pushover.”

bakugou nods rapidly, cradling your hand with both of his. “i don’t think you are. i know i was stupid.”

he steps forward and you can feel his breath on your face. the bare skin of his chest against your off the shoulder white top.

“i love you, yn.” 

you swear your panties soak through just a little.

“i’m not saying it back to you.” 

bakugou grins at the defiance in your eyes, ducking down to brush his lips against yours, “don’t then. as long as you keep me around.”

it’s you who pushes up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his. there’s relief from bakugou, you can hear his exhale in the kiss. your whole body tingles, hands moving on their own to feel his chest, his sides, his shoulders. bakugou nudges his head for you to open your mouth and you step away.

“i’m not having sex in front of cheesecake.”

cheesecake huffs to himself, deciding to mow on some hay instead.

“who said sex? i was just kissin’ my wife.”

“kissing you always ends up as sex.”

“you were the one feelin’ me up.”

you whip your hands off him, “you purposely came here without a shirt on.”

“and it worked didn’t it?”

“you are so… annoying.”

bakugou grins. loud and shiny. white teeth and bright eyes.

“‘cause i love you.”

“shut up, katsuki.”

your body heats at his attention. you’ve had this man bend you in the most insane positions but hearing those words from him has you crumbling.

“fuckin’ in the stables would be somethin’.” he looks around the wooden building with devilish eyes and then studies your body like he’s undressing you. “you naked in the hay. you whining for me outdoors. anybody walking by—.”

“okay, that’s it. see you later,” you fluster, “bye cheesecake baby.”

that conversation with bakugou has you unsettled for the rest of the day. you’ve done your lady duties around the village. helping with the public harvest, then reading with the elderly. you’re exhausted and so so uptight. you’d love a rub down and a good, maybe a couple, orgasms to finally relax.

bakugou seems to know that as he meets you right outside the village firepit to walk you back to your home. this time with a black tunic for the evening. he’s thrilled to see the pink peony still at your ear.

“i didn’t ask you to wait for me,” you’re about to sling your bag over your shoulder when bakugou takes it from you and puts it on his.

“i know but i was nearby.”

families wave to you both, saying their good evenings as you both talk.

“i have a surprise for you. something i wanna do for you.” bakugou brushes his fingers against yours. he dying to hold your hand. 

“what is it?”

“surprise, princess. i think you might need it.”

in one of the spare rooms in your home, bakugou has prepared a table layered with multiple cloths. bottles of honey oil from the village on top of them. 

“you looked tense earlier, gonna give you a massage.”

a laugh gets stuck in your throat, “tense? i was tense because you’re a menace!”

bakugou’s joyous beside you, “i know you want one.”

you raise your eyebrow, crossing your arms, “is this for me or you?”

“being with you clothed or unclothed is always a pleasure, princess,” he smirks and you shake your head.

“fine. just because my body aches and… yeah.” you want his hands on your body.

you pull off your top, covering your breasts with your forearms as you begin to climb the table. that’s all you take off, for the time being. you’ll wait to see if he deserves any more of you.

once you’re flat on the table, you shut your eyes, listening for his footsteps behind you. there’s the ring of the glass oil bottle, then the silky slap of the liquid against his hands. you inhale when he lays his hands on your shoulders.

oh fuck. his hands are paws on you, rough and hard, thumbs drawing circles on you. it feels like heaven as he harshly pushes out a knot, just the right pressure to make you release a soft moan.

“that feels so good, ‘ki,” 

once he’s worked your shoulders, he takes the remaining oil on his hands to smooth down your spine and back, leaving your skin glistening beautifully.

“not to be fuckin’ horny but you’re so… perfect,” he lands on. it’s just your back, but it’s your back. the sensual dip, the rise of your ass. “i love you.”

you giggle to his surprise, opting out of replying with words.

he rubs down your back, avoiding staring at the curve of your breasts against the table. maybe this is a bad idea because his crotch is currently aching in his shorts. 

“can you go a little harder? your hands feel amazing,” compliments are tumbling out of you, but who can blame you with hands this large on your body?

bakugou coughs a sound of agreement.

he kneads his palm along your back and you turn your head to face him, eyes still closed. the harder he presses your lips part, a soft exhale leaving them. “nice, so nice.”

the curve of your ass. “can i take this off, princess?”

he’s about to leave you completely naked on the table.

you hum melodically and bakugou feels like he’s testing all of his instincts as he slowly pulls your skirt and panties off in one go.

he’s idiotic for doing this. he pours oil in his hand, slapping some on both palms before rubbing your ass. 

“fuck me,” he mumbles and he notices your fingers twitch. 

honestly, you don’t think you’ve ever been so horny. if he were to spread your thighs apart, he’d be able to see the slick wetness against your pussy lips. you hope you haven’t stained the cloth below you. it’s like a buzz in your veins, a neediness for more even though his hands on your ass makes you feel… sexy.

he loves you and your body. the roundness of your hips, your back, your ass. bakugou lays a kiss on your spine as he runs his hands over your hips.

“it’s taking everythin’ in me to not spank you right now,”

fuck, you want to lift your hips and put your pussy in his face. as soon as you open your eyes, bakugou’s reach yours. he’s waiting for permission, like a good dog.

you bounce your ass, lifting your hips and landing back down, “go on then.”

you’ve never been spanked before, not naked. but you think you’d take anything at this point.

“tell me if it hurts.”

he swats your ass deliciously. you release a moan, the snap of pain quickly being replaced with sweet pleasure. you feel like a cat in heat, dying to rise on your knees and arch your hips in his face.

“oh baby,” bakugou adjusts himself in his shorts. squeezing himself tightly before letting go. “two more times for me, yeah?”

“yes please, chief,” 

he growls above you, spanking you again and watching as your cheeks ripple. your eyes flutter shut with a whine like sugar. it lights you up, fulfills your neediness before making you desperate for more. then he swats you again, quick, before moving to massage your ass right after so you don’t feel too much pain.

“fuck, aren’t you beautiful? i’m fuckin’ luckiest piece of shit to have you, aren’t i?”

the sun begins to set in the distance, warm orange streaming through the room to coat the table. your skin glistens and bakugou feels his balls get heavier. 

“more, ‘ki,” you’re a twitching kitty for him, keeping your face smushed against the table to arch your hips for him on your knees.

bakugou groans like a beast at the sight of you. all wet and slick for him. you’re all needy, begging for his touch.

“your stupid little plan worked. now do something about it,” you say, “now.”

oiled hands spread your ass cheeks open and bakugou licks a stripe across your asshole. he feels like he’s drunk on liquor, plunging his tongue in your hole, feeling the urge to hump himself across the table. he pools his spit between your cheeks attacking the space like a starved man, back from a week long raid. he’d take anything from you, do anything for you.

you didn’t expect him to go there but it makes you thrust back into his face for more. the fact he wants you this bad, willing to have his face stuffed there only turns you on more.

“you’ve got me so fuckin’ hard, beautiful. you taste so good, want you all over me.”

you’re a bundle of nerves and noises. moans and whines mixed with pleasure and a bite of pain when he digs his teeth in the fat of your ass.

“wanna eat you all up.”

then he moves down to your swollen clit, puffy and wet. he does a couple of licks and when you get noisy, he gives you a long suck.

“katsuki,” you screech, “oh my god, oh my— fuck me.”

you’re a scene from his dreams. arching off the table, moving so much he holds you by the hips. he keeps doing what he’s doing, pulling you back into his face from where he leans over the table.

“who got you this wet, princess? tell me.”

you waste no time replying, beads of sweat dotting your forehead, “you did. from when i saw you at the grounds and then the stables.”

“you forgive me for yesterday?” he tries, inserting two fingers inside you at a curve. 

it’s enough to make you gasp sharply before relaxing into him, pushing your ass towards him. “yes, yes i do. just wanna come.”

you give bakugou this look that makes him weak. pouted bottom lip, round glossy eyes, looking completely flustered.

“okay baby, i’ll let you come,” he kisses your hip, two fingers swiping through your folds. “you know i love you?”

“yes ‘ki, i know. i do too.” you whine, eyelids fluttering when he circles your clit. 

it’s glorious, a sugar rush through your body. bakugou takes his time with you, drawing out his apology. “yeah? thank you baby.” he’ll get the words out of you later if they don’t tumble out of you accidentally. “need to show you how much i love you.”

your slick works beautifully around your puffy clit and every time he rounds to your most sensitive spot you twitch, releasing a loud sigh. bakugou groans when you do. he sucks on his thumb for a couple of seconds, then pops it out his mouth.

“tell me if you don’t like it, princess.”

“okay,”

with two fingers still rubbing at your clit, bakugou slowly slides his thumb in your ass. he only gets up to his knuckle, loving how your lips stay parted, face melted into the table.

“is that good?”

“so good, i feel… all full,” you whine. you make an incoherent mumble of syllables and pants, some sounding like his name and others just needy.

a kiss on your ass. “you look like an angel for me, baby. ass up, letting me play with you.”

he takes his fingers off his clit and dips them in your hole, arching his fingers to rub against your walls. you begin to rock into his fingers, “oh my god, katsuki. i’m about to…”

you clench around his fingers and thumb. your back arches to its highest point and you squeal on the table. shaking as delight rips through you, the corners of your vision goes black and for a few seconds, you’re on a different plain. no longer in this room but on a cloud of warmth and sweetness.

“i said i was gonna let you come, didn’t i? anything’ for you.”

bakugou helps you slide down onto your stomach before flipping you around onto your back.

you cover your eyes with your hands as his eyes run down you. you’re shy for some reason unbeknownst to you.

“take your clothes off katsuki. i can’t be the only one naked,” you whine.

bakugou chuckles, a beautiful one that makes you wanna kiss him. he pulls off his tunic and then his shorts, leaving his undergarments on.

you jut your bottom lip out, “why not those?”

he leans down to kiss your lips, “it’s not about me, is it?”

you roll your eyes, “then if it’s about me, i want them off.”

“you should be the chief, orderin’ me around.”

“someone has to do you it,” you grin, laying your hands over your breasts as he pulls down his undergarments.

your pussy weeps at the sight of him. so painfully hard against his chest, standing mighty and tall. his tip is a shiny bulbous red.

“oh katsuki,” you coo, reaching over to touch him.

he doesn’t tell you to stop because he’s dying for your touch. he edges closer to you and when your fingers circle his cock, a low moan spills from bakugou. he leans forward on the table, his body coating you in a shadow.

“feel better, baby?” you whisper and you watch your hard headed fiance nod. you tighten your fist and then he moans all over you.

“oh fuck. this isn’t about me,” he says to himself then, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, bakugou katsuki,” 

just as bakugou darts his head up to look at you, his head drops down like a plant without light. it’s one loud grunt, his hands clenching the fabric you’re laying on and then he spills all over your stomach. he coats you with white spurts, hips thrusting every time. this big beautiful man is all yours and apparently comes from hearing those three words.

he’s all out of breath, holding himself up shakily once he’s done. 

“i didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, cheeks blooming red for the second time today. his eyes become sleepy, exhaustion in his limbs, “you just sprung that on me. you can’t do that, baby.”

you smirk, “i thought it was cute.”

his cock doesn’t go down in size, he still slaps raging hard against his stomach when you let go. you slide your hand up his arm, around his bicep.

bakugou shakes his head huffing a laugh, “i’m not even fuckin’ done with you and you’re calling me cute. i’m not fuckin’ cute.”

you know if anyone saw you right now, they’d say you’re looking at katsuki like he’s hung stars and the moon in the sky. or if they recognise the look in your eye and they’d know it’s love. 

“i love you, katsuki.”

you repeat, just to watch him fall apart over you. he grins like the diamonds he keeps in your basement, like his men brought him back tonnes of meat after a raid. he smiles at you like the love of your life just told you they love you back.

“you’re gonna drive me insane, aren’t you?” bakugou asks and the sight of him leaning over the table, biceps thick and shoulders large, has you prepped and ready for more.

“that’s what you’ve signed up for, chief.”

bakugou reaches over for some spare cloth to wipe you down, “i’ve never come that quick in my life.”

“let’s go again,” 

bakugou hums, giving his cock a tug. “i’m never gonna go down with you lookin’ like this.”

he grabs the oil bottle again, the time pouring it straight on your clean stomach. 

“you know i’m always obsessed with you but you like this,” with both hands he rubs the oil over your breast, grabbing one in either hand. your nipples peak and harden, your back already arching off the table. “has me addicted.”

he’s a mixture of rough and soft, standing on your left to plop kisses wherever he pleases on your face. 

you’re all sensitive, twitching whatever way he goes. “love these two,” then he drags his warm hands down your stomach to your hips, your eyes follow him like everything you’ve ever wanted is in his hands, in him. “i wanna focus on her.”

bakugou stands at the bottom of the table and effortlessly drags you down by your thighs to meet his hips.

you gasp abruptly at the movement, your hair a messy halo around your head. with one hand he taps his cock head against your clit, your legs reflexively coming up to lock around his waist. then he buries his head in your chest, going between sucking your nipples.

you cradle his head against you, as you fling your head back. “oh god. oh that feels so good.”

he’s loud and messy, flicking his tongue over your nipples. “tell me you love me.” he looks up at you and you breathe a laugh.

“are you gonna always be like this?” 

“humour me, princess.”

“i love you, katsuki.”

“i love you too.”

with that, he drags himself up and slides himself inside of you. 

you cosy up to bakugou’s bicep, as he princess carries you to your shared bedroom. the worst thing about being in love is craving comfort from the one that caused you to need it. but bakugou holds you tightly and you’ve never trusted anyone more. he kisses your forehead thrice.

“i’ve missed you, baby.”

“i can’t show my face around there again.” 

“we don’t have to go back but mikasa was good to you? she can come round or i could—,”

“you could do an apology tour. even though i guess those women will hate me forever. i’d hate whoever was marrying you too.”

bakugou grunts and you jab his side in return. “fine, i could do some letters. ‘i’m sorry my dick was so good—,’”

you sit up, “way too soon for jokes, bakugou.”

“sorry, my beautiful wife that i love so much.”

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