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gay-jesus-probably · 11 months

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Seeing as the Gerudo turned on Ganon, he might not have been that much better of a ruler.

First of all, we literally have no idea, because the only ancient Gerudo that we actually get to interact with is Ganondorf himself, and he has nothing to say about his own people. The ancient Gerudo sage doesn't count btw, she doesn't have a name, we never even see her face, and she has literally nothing to say except repeating the exact same dialogue as the sages for the other races. The narrative does not treat the ancient sages as people; they are four completely interchangable weapons that are owned by the royal family.

And secondly, I don't care how Ganon ruled them; the Gerudo only get one man every century, if their king sucks, they've obviously got their own system of government to fall back on. I have no idea what kind of authority the sages had among their own people, but honestly I'd say if the four of them were in charge of their respective people, then they were just puppet rulers appointed by Rauru, given that all four of them happily agreed that to sell their entire race into servitude the second Zelda asked them. Say what you will about Ganondorf, but I fucking know that if he was told the Gerudo people existed for the sole purpose of serving the glory of Hyrule, he'd drop kick Zelda into the fucking sun.

And don't get me started on the implications of the cultural differences we see between the independent Gerudo and the annexed Gerudo. The background Gerudo characters all have their own models, and we can clearly see that the ones siding with Ganon have their own unique looks - for example, the amazing lady with the mohawk that summons the molduga swarm in that one flashback. And men are never mentioned in these flashbacks at all, which implies that the Gerudo genuinely didn't care about settling down. Ganon even speaks derisively about marriage, implying that it's very rare for Gerudo women to make serious romantic commitments with men. It implies that their culture is more along the same line as their portrayal in OOT - they are a closed culture. Men trying to force their way into their areas are arrested, and mocked for being entitled dumbasses. Outsiders are only welcome if they can prove that they respect the Gerudo as people, and aren't just there to try and pick up chicks. It's never outright said, but OOT also makes it pretty clear that the Gerudo women just aren't interested in marrying outsiders - close relationships occur with other Gerudo, Hylian men are only considered useful for making babies.

Meanwhile the Gerudo we see serving Hyrule are all trying to measure up to Hylian beauty standards, and appeal to their men. Their one goal in life is to meet a man and get married. Men are welcome in their lands, and only kept out of the town itself... and even then, there's a small army of guys trying to force their way into the town anyways, which is brushed off as just haha, boys will be boys. No men allowed isn't even about independence, it's just a silly romantic tradition.

Of course this is just a fictional culture in a game world, but it's still really fucking uncomfortable that the 'evil' Gerudo are the ones that have independence, both politically and socially, and display a unique culture that refuses to tolerate disrespect from outsiders. Meanwhile the 'good' Gerudo are the ones that canonically exist to serve a kingdom where 95% of the population is light skinned (even setting aside the unfortunate implications, just saying one race exists to serve a different one is super fucked up), they have classes on how to be more appealing to Hylian's, and their entire social structure is built around finding a Hylian man to marry, making them all inherently dependent on the goodwill of outsiders. Even their biggest value of 'women only' is treated as a joke; men trying to trespass in BOTW are just shoved back out the door, letting them keep trying all day if they want. The crowds of men plotting to force their way in are laughed off as a joke. Nobody cares that there's a guy running laps around their city walls and trying to trick women into being alone with him. I mean for fucks sake, in TOTK we find that the creepy guy trying to lure women away has taken advantage of a massive disaster to get into the town, and he's still there once things return to normal. You can't kick him out, or alert anyone to his presence. And the Gerudo just tolerate Hylians blatantly ignoring their boundaries. For fucks sake, TOTK even reveals that the seven legendary heroines they've been revering the whole time were actually completely useless and unable to achieve anything... because they needed the eighth hero, a Hylian man to teach them basic tactics and do all the heavy lifting.

TOTK does not respect the Gerudo people in the slightest. It doesn't respect anyone who isn't Hylian or Zonai.

...This got a little off track, but the point I'm trying to make is, no, I don't consider the Gerudo turning on Ganon to mean anything. The entire game does not feel like the real story of what happened, it feels like the propaganda version of history meant to make Hyrule look as good as possible. I genuinely cannot believe that we're being told the real story about the Imprisoning War, because none of it feels real, and we don't get to know any details that might have made Hyrule look even slightly imperfect. We're told that Ganondorf is evil because he hates Hyrule, and he hates Hyrule because he's evil. The Gerudo people followed Ganondorf and saw him as a hero of their people, then suddenly he was their worst enemy. Hyrule is a perfect kingdom that has strong, equal alliances with the other races, but also all of the non-Hylian races exist for the sole purpose of serving Hyrule, and their leaders are expected to swear eternal loyalty and submission to the Hylian royal family. King Rauru and Queen Sonia united all of the races in peace and equality, which is why they're sitting on the world's supply of magical nuclear missiles, and every member of the Hylian royal family is allowed to walk around wearing them as cute accessories, but everyone else only gets them at the last second, and they all need to outright swear to only use that power to benefit Rauru and his descendants.

There's just so many fucked up contradictions, and so many hints of something more nuanced going on... but the story refuses to acknowledge any of it, and just keeps aggressively pushing the narrative that Hyrule is the ultimate good and couldn't possibly do anything wrong. I don't even believe that Ganon was a bad king honestly; we never hear why his people stopped following him. We also never even see if the Gerudo people turned on him at all; all we know is the ancient Gerudo sage wanted him dead, and given that she also happily sold her people into slavery, she's not exactly the most trustworthy source of information. All we know is that Ganondorf was a hero to his people, only one of his citizens is ever shown having an issue with him (and her motives are never explained), and then he lost the war and was sealed away, leaving his people open to be conquered by Zelda and annexed into Hyrule. By the time we see any Gerudo actually opposing Ganon (apart from the ancient sage), it's been ten thousand years since the war, and all anyone knows is the Hylian version of the story.

#tears of the kingdom spoilers #tears of the kingdom #ganondorf #the secret bonus reason for me arguing about this so much is that it's interesting #on a surface reading TOTK is a really boring story. nothing changes nobody learns anything there's no nuance #the game explains the entire story to us in the opening cutscene. idk why they bothered with the rest of the game #you could walk down those stairs in the intro and kill ganon immediately and it'd be pretty much the exact same story #if i take the game at face value then there's literally nothing to talk about. i just straight up do not care.#but analyzing all the fucked up implications nintendo accidentally included? now thats a story to talk about #i dont think ganondorf is secretly a really nice guy. i think he's more interesting if he's actually a complete bastard #but he's a complete bastard that has a point and if the game wont acknowledge that then i will #sure the people he's fighting against seem nice. but they're not actually good people #i mean ffs zelda certainly doesnt seem concerned that she last saw link taking a fatal blow for her then jumping into a bottomless pit #she doesn't even consider that he might be dead. or just unable/unwilling to fight after being horrifically wounded #at least BOTW had the decency to ask Link if he was willing to risk his life to fight ganon

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constantlyunlightening · 1 year

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Happy Fk'n Birthday

Pairing: Prohero Katsuki x Reader

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Content Warnings: Brat/Brat taming themes, penetration, fingering, hair pulling, use of she/her pronouns, use of the word 'girl' in regards to reader, reader has a vagina, reader also gets dragged across the floor, slight dacryphilla, Dom Katsuki, no use/mentions of protection stay safe yall

This fic is unedited and super self-indulgent, because it's my birthday this week and I just want Katsuki being kind of mean to me, so this is a present to myself! And if you enjoy it, Happy Birthday or Happy Unbirthday to you too! Thanks!

All characters in this work are aged 21 years or older. Be clicking the read more on this post, you are agreeing that you are 18 years of age or older and you consent to reading this.

It was a little bit of a tight fit under the bed, but it was completely worth squeezing yourself under if it meant you'd get at least a few seconds of reprieve from the rage of your short tempered boyfriend who was currently yelling in the hallway, heavy boots trodden against wooden floors.

"You're really gonna hide from me, dumbass?!"

Katsukis voice was loud, booming like an explosive and you heard it clear as day even from under the bed and through the closed door of the guest bedroom. He was down the hall somewhere, if the footsteps being a bit dampened were any indicator. Made sense he would check the bathroom in the master bedroom first, since you had told him you had to go to the restroom before you turned tail and ran. A poor excuse to get away before he found your little mistake of a message of a phone.

You had messed up, maybe. Been a little too petulant perhaps. But it was your birthday - you deserved to act however you wanted for the night, right? Especially when you hadn't heard a word from your boyfriend prohero all day before this- no phone call, no text. And now it was past the time he was supposed to be here with still no inidcator of when he was going to be here. Didn't that give you the right to be a little sulky?

He was late for the better part of the hour, and maybe it shouldn't have been that huge of a deal. Accidents happened and all that. But those sort of accidents didn't happen with your stickler Katsuki. He was brash and rough around the edges, but late? Never without reason. And it was rare he was late without contacting yofiif he left you waiting. But 45 minutes had passed since he had promised to be home. Late and without notice, on your birthday! For 45 minutes you laid in your bed with a phone in your hands, staring at his contact and waiting for something. Desperate for attention from your loved one on your special day.

Only to get radio silence that whole time.

You were sulky about it - bratty. And, sure you could of just called him first, solved your own problems. But it wasn't fair that you had to be the one to reach out when he was the one who was late, right? That's what you told yourself anyway. So if you absolutely had to be the one to initiate contact, you had decided there was only one acceptable way to do it - with an attitude.

And a little threat as an added measure.

"You're the worst. I'm going to ask Kirishima to take me out today, instead. :("

You had hit send without second guessing yourself or really thinking of the consequences. You weren't angry enough to actually hurt him, Katsuki was smart enough to know how wrapped around his finger you were - that you'd never go out with another man when you so desperately craved his attention. You were also aware he wouldn't see his best friend as a threat to steal you out from under him. It wouldn't hit any insecurities or hurt him. But it would light a fire under his ass to get home ASAP. And even if it wasn't the sweet, loving sort of birthday attention you had originally been dreaming of, you would still be getting the attention you were craving so badly after being home alone 45 minutes longer than you wanted to be.

The karma that you got for sending that text hit like a bullet train, because in the mere seconds after it left your phone, the front door banged open and you heard your lover calling out your name sweetly. Made it a little hard to believe the voice he was using to call your name out now that he was playing an imprompto game of hide and seek with you.

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the scared little squeak you were about to make inside of you as his voice was booming outside the door of the guest room. "Always gotta be so damn difficult," he was drawling as the door to the room banged open next and you felt a shudder run up you spine. Had to do your best not to jump because you only had about a single inch of space above you before and if you moved too much you'd be making noise against the underneath of the bedframe. "Come on, birthday girl, your 'worst' boyfriend has something to say to you." The word that he threw back at you was dripping with sarcasm and vemon as he prowled around the room and you watched from the small crack of the bed as his feet stopped infront of the closet and he tugged it open, examining the inside with what you could only assume was that signature scowl of his.

He had certainly read your text message now - which is why he was hunting you down like a blood hound, fierce and threatening - but when he had first got home, he hadn't seen it. He couldn't possibly of had the time! It was only a fraction of a beat from you sending the text to him barging in. And by that point, he was more determined to get to you than he was about whatever notification his phone was trying to give him. So the text went momentarily ignored as he headed straight into the house for you and the second he had found you, he was scooping you up in his arms and kissing you with a sort of passion that should have been illegal - could kill someone with all the heat it provided. It made you so dizzy you had barely heard his clumsy grumble of 'happy birthday.' You had known that even if he was late, it was unrealistic that he forget your birthday or something- he was far too punctual to forget an important date. You also figured he had to of had a reason for it that would make perfect sense but without knowing what that reason was, your annoyance couldn't be eased, which was why you sent that message. But sure as hell, his kiss was helping soothe you over finally and you almost forgot the spring trap that was now loaded on his screen the next time he opened up his phone. You hadn't forgotten he had been late though and you pestered him about it, having to swat at his chest with a little bit of strength that your weak in the knees body could muster at the time to get him to stop his assault of kisses.

And when you made your comment, told him he was late - wouldn't you know it - the bastard actually apologized to you. You knew that the hero had mellowed out a lot since high school - he had grown. But apologizing could still be sometimes hard for him. And while his apology came out as a annoyed little grumble this time, it had come out immediately as his grip tightened on your hips. He had an explanation for it too - because of course, he did. He was already set out explaining it as he dragged you into the living room and pushed you to sit on the couch before going to a nearby drawer to fish a little box out of it. He told you all about how he was rushing to get everything done at his office today - any undone paperwork, scheduling, planning patrols, and fielding what seemed like thousands of questions from his side kicks - because he needed to make sure it was all finished so he could take the next few days off without any interruptions or any reason to try and call him back into the office. The side kicks especially had him busy enough where getting to his phone wasn't an option and by the time he was done giving everyone oh-so-detailed explanations and answers, he noticed the time and figured it was best just to get home as fast as possible because he knew 'your bratty ass' would be all pouts (he was right).

The reason why he was so determined to get everything squared away for those extra days off - ones that you hadn't known about - became clear when he handed the little ribbon clad box to you and upon opening it, you saw two tickets to a weekend getaway for a hot springs you had been gushing over months ago, along with a little planner book and a map of the nearby area. He had tried his absolute best to get everything done on time at work today, but he had figured an extra 45 minutes today would make up for not having any other distractions for your surprise trip. 45 minutes less of attention today so you could have it undivided for the next three days. It made sense now, sure. But it wasn't something you could have planned for when you decided that you were going to be mouthy on your own.

You melted seeing the tickets, and in your bubbling excitement for the trip, you rushed to hug him, humming your thank yous and kissing him. All the jagged edges you had developed over the prior 45 minutes had been smoothed over with the present, but you still couldn't help the one little jab you jokingly gave him against his lips though as you giggled out, 'you still could have texted.'

And your mistake that would cut the mood short came soon after when he retorted with 'you could've too.'

You were blurting without thinking. 'I did-' You had cut off immediately as you remembered just what exactly you had sent. And how you being the birthday girl wasn't going to stop a punishment from happening if it hit Katsuki's ego enough. Oh, and you knew it would when he read the damn thing.

Katsuki hadn't missed the little flare of panic on your face and he was instantly giving you a look of suspicion- one that you weren't going to respond to because you were already busy hopping off the couch and trying to dart away, even when he grabbed the hood of your sweatshirt to keep you there.

You were thankful it was a zip up because you simply let it slide off your body as you hummed "gotta go to the bathroom! Be right back!" You were hollering as you took two stairs at a time upstairs, and as soon as you weren't in his eye sight anymore, you had ran off to the guest room and hid instead.

Which is why you were now under a bed as Katsuki stomped and stormed about.

All that tenderness was gone now as his boots disappeared from sight and you heard him march back to the doorway instead, but your own paranoia had you fighting the urge to sigh in relief. Besides, any relief you had, you knew wouldn't last long. He was going to find you. Simple as that. Katsuki wasn't the type to let things be and that wasn't going to change just because it was you he was dealing with or because it was your birthday. But you were going to take any bit of time you could get to steel yourself for whatever punishment the blonde deemed necessary. Besides, if you were being completely honest with yourself, him hunting you down sent more than just nervousness through your system. It was excitement. The rough treatment was something you had a tendency to crave. After all if you had liked things to be 'soft' all the time, you wouldn't have fallen for someone as ill tempered and loud as Katsuki was in the first place.

You couldn't admit you liked it during the heat of the moment though - that'd be too easy. Too much of an ego boost. You usually only got that brand of agression when you were being bratty enough for it, like today, and in those moments you were far too stubborn to ever tell him how sweet you thought the punishment was while you were getting it... Not until he could force it out of you, that is. So, even with adrenaline pumping in your veins, you stayed in hiding, trying to figure where his footsteps went off to. Deep breaths to stay calm, because while Katsukis quirk had nothing to do with emotions, you were pretty sure this man could smell fear.

Although your breath hitched when you realized that was the loudest thing you could hear - your breath. It was suddenly far too quiet. No more yelling. No more footsteps. Him giving up simply wasn't possible and you knew this sudden silence did not bode well for you.

You were proven right as suddenly an iron grip was clasped around your ankle and this time you didn't bother holding back your noise - you screamed, the sound somehow louder under the bed as you were being dragged out with a smooth, too quick motion. "Found you." Katsuki's crimson eyes were fitting for his bloodlust as they narrowed in on you while you looked over your shoulder at him. He had dragged you out flat on your stomach, pulling the leg he had gripped between his own two.

"Owwwww!' You whined, trying to scramble away and forward but the firm grip that had now crept further up your leg and onto your thigh refused to let up. Infact, he opted to ditch the crouch he had grabbed you from and was now pinning your leg down with the weight of his body, straddling your thigh after he yanked you in fully.

"If you don't want to get dragged against the floor, maybe don't hide under the bed next time, huh?" He scoffed at you, adjusting his weight off your leg just long enough to flip you onto your back like a ragdoll. And then he was settling that weight back down onto your thigh to keep you locked in place, despite your thrashing about. If you struggling against him hurt his crotch at all with the position, he didn't show it. Instead he seemed much too focused on messing with you as he pushed his knee forward and buried his thigh right between yours, pressing it hard against your clothed heat. Hard enough that the next time your body struggled, you were inadvertenly grinding against his leg and racking yourself with a full body shudder.

Your heart was hammering into your throat with the sudden surprise of his, and you barely noticed that his boots were now gone - he must have kicked them off in the hall somewhere so he could engage his little sneak attack, the asshole. Katsuki was the last to ever engage in any kind of stealth - but figures he'd use it just to get a bigger reaction from you. Well it fucking worked, and you gave a loud whine as he was using a hand to grab his phone out of his pocket and shove the screen right in your face - your little tactic of a text displayed on the bright screen. "Care to explain this, huh?"

"You were late!" You chirped, trying to decide if it was worth it to try and wrestle away anymore - though, did you really have a chance of getting away from him? Not at all. All you were doing was rubbing yourself against him, but it did serve to agitate him more. Another scoff and he tossed the phone onto the guest bed so he could glower straight at you without the phone blocking his view. More easy to strike some fear in you when he locked dead on like that, something about the way his eyes narrowed with such ferocious intent, that crimson peeking out behind the shadow of golden fringe. "And I was lonellllyyyy. Be nice!" You demanded, your hands reaching towards him so you could push on his hip a little, trying to give yourself some wiggle room to no avail.

"Nice? I was gonna be, but apparently I'm the worrrssst," he dragged out as his gaze dropped to your feeble attempt at pushing him, just before his eyes were rolling and his hand that once was holding the phone shot out and collared your neck. He didn't squeeze, didn't put pressure, just used it to intimidate you into staying put as he leaned his body forward over yours, his free hand on the ground so he could put most of the weight into that instead of your throat. "Stop fucking squirming so much." His growl was feral, hanging in the air between you as a warning that sent a throb straight to your core and you couldn't help the way your thighs squeezed around his. "Clearly you must have been lonely if you're threatening to run off with shitty hair."

It was always hard in these moments to decide just how much you wanted to press his buttons. You could break down and apologize right now and probably get off light. He'd still be mean, but he'd ease up a little. Or you could always press a little more and see just how mean he could be. Although, did you really want to push it at this exact moment? His palm stretched over the expanse of your throat was nothing short of a terrifying little promise that didn't have you breaking down completely for him yet, but it did have you choosing a safer answer as your voice came out in a breathy little sentence. "It was a joke. I wouldn't-"

"Oh, I know you wouldn't." Another twisted sneer on his visage as his digits gave a light tap against the column of your neck, his leg gave another push up against your body in a way that made you whimper. "You wouldn't dare." This time his voice was hot breath against your lips as he got in real close to you, hovering above your wide eyed face. And as his snarl twisted into a wicked little grin, that's when your nerves really got you. He clearly was up to no good anyway, but that smile of his knotted your stomach. The anxiety in your gut made you gulp, a motion he could feel under his hand and he responded by flexing his fingers and applying just the faintest of pressure to the sides. "Tell me I'm the worst all you want, but you know I'm the fucking best for you. And your masochistic ass likes it when I'm mean, don't you?" He prompted, and maybe it was more nerves about what was to come than anything, but you were instinctively squeaking out a protest. It was your birthday! He couldn't be too mean, right? You could try to protest further but the way your hips buckled against his leg, the now tiny little motions as you offered yourself a bit of pleasure against his legs while he held you down made your arguments sound pathetic.

"Seriously?" His face pulled back without giving you a kiss and as he looked at the way your lips were quivering, another idea popped into his head, one that made his smile split even further. "You want nice? Fine. Open your mouth."

That certainly didn't seem like it could lead to something you could consider particularly kind. The command rattled in your head a second too long without you obliging and you felt another squeeze that you knew would have you feeling light headed if he held on too long. "I said, open your fucking mouth."

Resisting was clearly not going to get you anything you wanted at this point (except for maybe an even more cruel treatment) so this time you listened, pretending as if your response was of your own accord and not a direct consequence of the way his growls made you feel weak, how they made your cunt throb. Your plush lips came apart, hanging wide open for him as you became compliant. The smile disappeared from him, but only long enough for him to create enough saliva in his own mouth for him to spit it directly into yours, letting it land square on your waiting tongue. The the smile was back, wild, as he watched the way the liquid gather, dripping back closer to your throat. And weren't you being such a good girl, keeping your mouth open so he could stare. You werent sure if you were too keen on seeing what would happen if you didn't. Besides, you'd be lying to yourself if the gesture didn't have you getting wet further down below.

"See? I gave you a present. Nice," he declared, all too smug with himself as his hand once again tightened, with the intent to, not harm, but to feel the way your muscles moved underneath his grasp with his next command said a whole octave lower. "Swallow."

You listened to that command too, eyes fluttering up to him through dark lashes as you swallowed hard. The way he let out a low, subtle groan didn't escape you either and you decided now was the time to gain back some brownie points without having to apologize - not yet. You mimicked his hushed tones, but instead of his grumble your words came out in a precious whisper, "Thank you."

All spread out on the hardwood floor, body completely snared down and you were still telling him thank you? Fucking pathetic, and it did the trick, because after he stared down at you for a beat - a small break in that chaotic smile - he was cursing under his breath and climbing off of you, releasing his hold of your body. But if it was a reprieve, it wasn't long. Him not touching you only lasted as long as it took for him to stand up, and then he was manhandling you again, treating your body like a rag doll as he got you up on your feet. One hand at your waist and the other tangled up at the hair in the nape of your neck, he whirled you around and bent you forward over that bed you were cheeky enough to hide under. Your face landed right next to his phone with your message still clear on it. "After that text you're lucky I'm not just going to fuck you on the floor. Better be grateful," he snapped while his grasp in your hair turned into a full on fist full that he used to push your face against the sheets, while he sent his other hand smacking against your ass and causing you to jolt. Birthday spanking or some shit.

"K-Katsuki- b-b-be gentle," you tried to chide him through the muffle of the sheets as he was already tugging your pants and panties down your ankles with all the grace of a ravenous wolf. You were honestly going to be surprised if you didn't find a rip in them later.

"B-b-bbut I'm the worst." There was that word again and this time he was mocking your little stutter too as he gave you another smack on your ass, this time his palm settling on the swell of flesh and pulling at it to reveal your dripping body. Couldn't hide how much your body enjoyed his cruel ways when you were pulled open like that. The way he sucked in his breath at the sight had you craning your neck to try and see what sort of expression was on his face as he took in your body, but he once again wasn't letting you budge. "You missed your chance for me to be gentle. But if you want to be able to cum at all tonight, you better start apologizing, birthday girl."

To cum? Kats was no stranger to holding out orgasms on you but "-not today! You wouldn't."

"Try me." Blunt and to the point, just before he was spitting again, letting it land between your cheeks this time and watching it drip lower and lower. You didn't need the extra aid with the way your wet was already leaking down your thighs, but he did take pride in marking you in any way he could.

You opened your mouth to protest, but before the first syllable could get past your lips, it turn into a moan because Katsuki was stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt and listening to the delicious squelch, his arm having wrapped around the front of one of your thighs so he could curve his fingers up into you. Harder for you to argue with him when he started stretching you out on his fingers with a harsh pace. He was very purposeful in keeping his palm from grinding against your clit for now. You wanted extra attention, then you had some apologizing to do first.

You moaned out his name instead of a sorry with your hands fisting into the blankets and your hips trying to grind against his touch, but he kept his hips pressed against your behind to keep you steady, and if your hips did manage to move too much, he'd simply move his hand with you to keep the pressure how he wanted. "Katsuki!"

"That's not sorry." He tsk'd at you, sounding mock disappointed. The way he was talking was more like some about to give you a lecture as opposed to someone who was trying get you fucked out into submission. His brat was going to get what she deserved, that was for sure. He was hyperfixated on the way each piston of his touch made you writhe in his grasp, the moans and cries and whines escaping those oh-so pouty lips of yours. And when your knees started to buckle more when he hit a certain spongy spot inside of you, that's where he kept his focus watching you build that pleasure up, up, up. Your whole body was burning under him, like his touches were physically setting off little explosions inside of you - flooded every inch of your body with magma and sparks.

Your little whines and mewlings were absolutely captivating but they weren't turning into sorry quick enough for him and he yanked at your hair, using it as leverage to get your face out of the covers enough so he could hear you clearly. "Too proud to apologize? What a shame. I'll split you apart on my cock either way, but if you want me to be nice, better start fucking groveling." It was almost funny how responsive you were to him - maybe not in attitude, but your body? He played it like a finely tuned instrument, every one of his actions designed to make you sing and crumple to his will. Those words, as harsh as they may be, had your sopping pussy clamping down on him like a vice. Real bold of you to be getting so close to climax without giving him what he wanted. And it was torturous the way that his palm started to grind into your folds and inadvertenly applying pressure to your clit just when your body was drawing closer and closer, only for him to completely yank his hand out and away from you at the last minute, leaving you to wail.

"Katsuki - please," it was halfway between a sob and a growl as your head lifted up so you could glare at him over your shoulder and -oh? Were you crying? Cute.

"If you're looking for sympathy-" he began, ravenous gaze ablaze while he let his tongue run over his teeth in a slow flick - your reactions were making him feel like a man starving. "-You'd have better luck with Kirishima." He went to undo his pants as he finished the sentence and the flick of his wrist had your eyes moving down to where that buldge that had been pushing against your ass had been. Made you even more desperate as his cock sprung up when his pants were far enough out of the way, and it hit up against stomach. "Tell me what I want to hear."

"I'm sorrrrrryyyyy," you finally whimpered, still refusing to take your glassy eyes off him while your hips reared back, trying to get the man to fill you up again. So fucking mean to tease you like that, whether you had an attitude or not. "Im really really sorry." That time it was a sniffle and this jerk fucking laughed at you as he was stepping forward again, grabbing your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. He let the length of it slide between your cheeks, teasing there before slipping it lower, past your eagerly awaiting cunt and instead nudging it between your folds and giving slow, shallow thrusts. He could tell that you were sensitive, every nudge of his tip against a clit drawing another gaspy little sound from you, made your thighs tremble against him, urging him to use one of his legs to kick your feet out just a little wider.His body bent over your, caging you to the mattress as his lips found your ear and bit at it. Could hear you better when he was nice and close like this.

"Speak up. What was that?" For once, his voice was the quiet one, taunting and dark against the shell of your ear as he nipped and blew a gust of air. Every shudder, every shiver sent coursing through your spine had another condescending laugh vibrating through his chest and against you back. And in return, you became the loud one.

"Kats, I'm sorry, I'm really really sor-"

It was a scream when he reared his hips back during your pleading, only to slam his cock into you all at once, making you feel like you were going to shatter. No matter how many times you took him, you still felt like he was going to break you in half in the best way possible. He made you want to break into pieces, and right now he was doing just that. Each slam of his hips was calculated. They weren't slow, but they were steady. Each thrust had enough force to make the bed creak. Hard and heavy on the way in, with an easier withdraw, only so he could knock into you again with a sticky slam and get those addictive reactions out of you.

His back had lifted off your chest just enough so he had more of a range of motion, while one arm was keeping him propped up over you, still close enough you could hear him taunt you even over your own needy cries. "Still think I'm the worst?" He challenged, letting his free arm wrap underneath you, trapping your lower stomach and dragging you up onto your tip toes so you could feel the way he squeezed at your body while he wrecked it with his cock.

It made you sob. The earlier orgasm he had torn away from you just aided in making you more sensitive now, and each time you felt every inch of him sheathed inside, it had you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head. You almost didn't answer his question but of course he wasn't going to let that just slide on by and after he growled a warning - 'it's rude to not fucking answer' - you were doing nothing but babbling out whatever he wanted to hear and getting lost in the ecstacy of it all.

"N-n-no!"

"Good." There was a sick sort of delight he got in making you eat your words, watching you cry and slobber, leaving wet marks on the sheets as you answered him so easily now. At least, as easily as you could through your tears and sniffles. His eyes flicked briefly to the phone that was still on the bed but the screen had now gone dark and he couldn't help but goad you on some more. "And who's the best?"

"You! Y-you're the best, you, you, you!"

Whatever you had to say to get him to keep going at this point because if he stopped right now you were going to tear your hair out. He wasn't acting like he was stopping now though. He picked up the pace just a fraction, only so you could focus more on how his hand was beginning to trail between your legs and he was giving direct attention to your clit now, rubbing in small circles as he groaned and reveled in the way your cunt tried to suck the life right out of him.

"Just like that. Better keep screaming my name." And you did. His name left your lips like a chant, like a prayer. Trying to find salvation from the searing heat throbbing through you. Hearing you stroke his ego while practically choking on your words did a number on him. He supposed he could let you cum.... infact....

The added pressure to your sweet spot with his fingers was enough to send you right off the edge. And just like Katsuki your orgasm was was incendiray, fireworks igniting behind your eyes as you screamed out before dropping you head right into the bed. And while he managed to last long enough to ride you out, he was following behind shortly after and painting the inside of your velvet walls with white. Flooding more heat into your already burning up body and drawing another moan up and out of the both of you.

You were so fucking irresistible when you orgasmed that he decided, instead of being mean and not letting you cum, he was going to be extra nice and let you cum a whole lot. He was the best after all, going off the praises you were just shouting for all the neighbors to hear.

And with that thought in mind, he didn't give you much time to recover. Lucky for him he had a hero's stamina because he still had his strength and wits about him. He was pulling out of you, only to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder while you just let out a breathless little squeak, body jerking against him. "K-katsuki?"

You could ask as many questions as you wanted, but he didn't really care. He had already made his mind up on how he wanted to spoil you on your special day. "Well, since you changed your tune and I'm the best and all," he hummed, another spank to your ass leaving it to blossom in a stinging sensation, as he carried you back to your room - bed had more room to roll around in there - "im going to keep this going until you're begging and crying for me to stop. Happy fucking birthday to you."

#bnha smut #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #x reader #bakugo katsuki smut #my writing #fanfic #i wrote 1.3 k words of the intro of this before i decided i hated it and completely started over #but it was worth it cuz it was a lot more fun to write this way #also #this fic was brought to you by the song Potential Break Up Song #by aly and aj cuz i love that song idk

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