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Bakugou Katsuki wakes up when the fuck he wants to and today, that time is four in the afternoon.
Grumbling and pleased with himself, he rolls out of bed, wraps his black fur bathrobe about his naked body and stumbles over the mess in his room to the bathroom. He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror until he’s double cleansed and is applying his toner and essence. Letting the bathrobe slip so his shoulders are exposed, he smirks at himself in the mirror, feeling dewy, delicious, dangerous.
He slips back into his bedroom and gets dressed for work: black satin booty shorts over a long-sleeved fishnet bodysuit, high cut so just a peek of bare skin shows at the hip. A leather collar -- black with spikes this time, to match his brand new white moto jacket. It’s Saint Laurent, because daddy treats him right.
Unnecessarily fluid, he stretches as he sets up his equipment. Green screen in place, camera focus perfect. He sets a timer, then pose, pose, pose, pose, pose. Looking back over his shoulder, ass sticking out just enough under the bottom of his jacket. Twisting so he can show up a bit of collarbone and that long neck he knows they love. Finger twirling his bubblegum, stretching and wrapping it around his finger. Letting the jacket fall and letting his hands run up his body. Leaning back with a hand gliding down between his thighs.
Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect, as per usual.
He retrieves the memory stick, puts back on that incredible jacket, and lays on his belly on the bed, laptop poised. He inserts the memory stick, then opens the stream.
The streams always start the same way, just him working on something in another window. Then, like clockwork, the regulars file in after only a few minutes. Of course someone with a username like Useless would log in immediately when they see the notification. He doesn’t even pay attention -- he never does until the stream payments hit at least $50. He watches users trickle in, paying their $5 entry a pop. Some of them leave, angry, because they didn’t read the fucking description on his page and know this was his specialty.
Zero
Maybe if you worship me hard enough, maybe I’ll pretend to give a fuck about you.
His eyes drift to the chat, disinterested. Working on his pinups is far more interesting than the same old hey gorgeous and hello zero messages that pepper the beginning of the stream.
Today, he decides to wait until $75. 10 people, and the sorry saps who get impatient and donate extra.
“Hello, fuckers,” Bakugou says, finally looking into the webcam, voice low. “Hope you’re ready for the highlight of your fucking day.”
RockHard: hnnnngh yes finally
Anonymous: oh wow your voice tho
Useless: always ready for you zero
Anonymous: STRIP
Useless: i could probably just stare at your face all day tho…
Shouto: ^
Bakugou props up his laptop table so that his webcam is at the right height for him to show off. He sits up, legs wide. “I see you in the chat, daddy. Love the new jacket.” He blows a kiss. “Now, fuckers, I’m feeling horny and generous tonight, so I’m going to play with my ass and you’re gonna play a little game for me.”
He turns gracefully so he’s kneeling, facing away from the camera. Slowly, slowly, he peels off his booty shorts. The bodysuit is a thong, perfect for his ass. He can practically feel his viewers wetting themselves as he leans forward to his toy box. He turns over his shoulder to show them his prize: a big, black buttblug, also brand new.
“I wanna try out my new shit, yeah?” He says, spreading lube over it, then reaching back to rub circles over his asshole. “Mmm, so I’m gonna play with myself, and you all get to vote: do I keep it in or let you all watch as I take it out?” He moans theatrically as he starts to finger his ass, spreading the lube and then his fingers to warm himself up. “Sounds fun, yeah?”
When he’s ready, he pulls aside the string of the thong, and positions the plug beneath himself, and slowly, slowly, lowers as he guides it in. It’s big -- bigger than he expected it to feel -- and the sound he makes is genuine this time. He flips over again, his pussy wet through the fishnet.
Anonymous: nice ass
RockHard: ASS
Anonymous: Holy Shit
Anonymous: i think i came too early
Chuckling, Bakugou spreads his thighs, craning his neck up. His viewer count is rising from all the people who have figured out that thirty minutes into a Zero stream is when the fun actually begins. He eyes the vote -- he’d started ‘Keep It In’ at $50, so if they wanted to watch his asshole stretch again, they’d have to earn it. Right now the count is $120/$30. Greedy fucks.
He sighs, imagining all those eyes on him as people instead of numbers and chat logs, feels himself get wet. Lazily, he slides one hand up his thigh, his exposed hips, his abs, his tits, his pierced nipples, the collar, his neck, all the way to his lips. He opens his mouth, tongue out, and slips a finger in, pushing it back to the knuckle and tilting his head forward so they can see and imagine their puny cocks in its place. Smirking, he closes his lips around it, sucking as he carefully slips it out until he releases it with a pop .
“Be you pathetic motherfuckers wish I was sucking your cock instead, huh? Probably about the same size too, makes it easy. As if you could ever fucking have me. This is all you’re getting. You’re lucky I’m even wasting my time here. I could be getting head right now, so you better be fucking grateful.” He laughs, face twisted in a cruel grin as he brings that finger down to his cunt, slipping it in. If he was alone, he’d be on his sybian instead, but the longer he can drag out his performance, the bigger the tips, so here he is, one sorry finger in him, for the fucking fans and their money.
$135/$50
It’s going to be a long one.
He tilts his head back, eyes closed and mouth open as he slips in another finger, pretending it’s rapturous. He clenches around them, which squeezes the buttplug too, and at least part of him feels full and wonderful. He slips them out, spreading his pink pussy lips so they can see the slippery mess he’s making of himself. There’s well over a hundred viewers now, and counting. He smiles his devil’s smile again, the one that keeps them. “I’m so fucking wet. And tight too, shit, my ass is so full. I should invite someone with a big cock over to fill me the rest of the way up. Shame none of you would do the job.”
Anonymous: i wish i could break that fucking pussy
Anonymous: i’d double you over the bed and fuck you so hard you’d beg for me to stop
“The ones who talk the most are the shittiest lays,” he scoffs, lazily rubbing his clit. “I’m getting bored.”
Useless: use your vibrator?
Always the worst fucking suggestions. His username wasn’t kidding.
Useless: you don’t have to waste your time on our behalf
Useless: all I want is for you to feel good
“Well aren’t you a fucking sweetheart. If you wanna watch me cum right fucking now you better pay me.”
The tips jump $500.
And that’s what he’s good for.
Grinning, Bakugou flips around again, knees apart and ass out so they can see that yes, that giant plug is still there, and no, it’s not going anywhere. He finds his wand, which has rolled under the bed, so he has to reach pretty far to get it, which means he has to move, which means he can feel that damn thing even more. A hissy fuuuuck escapes him. They’re going to love that.
“Well Useless, this good enough?” He leans so his weight is on his shoulder, wand below him so it reaches his clit. Some men pay good money to see his face buried in the sheets with his ass up, but Useless is so predictable.
Useless: If it’s not too much trouble, I’d love to see your face.
Bakugou turns and sits up, getting on his knees. He holds the vibrator just below his cunt, surprised he’s not actually dripping onto it yet. Eyes hooded, he gazes down at the webcam, smirking. Yes, he’s doing what he’s told, but he’s still getting what he wants and he’s still in control. He’ll get himself off when he wants to.
He turns the vibrator onto its lowest setting, lets it hover there right beneath him.
“Well, boys, go ahead and imagine me sitting on your face, yeah? I’d crush you between my thighs if you failed to make me feel this good. Take some fucking notes, nerds.”
He hums as he brings the vibrator up to his clit. It splashes , and he hopes he hasn’t gotten any on his camera. Bitch to clean off. His hum turns to a low rumble -- fuck, he’s close already -- and he leans back on his free hand, eyes fixed on the camera. Longer, longer, but he can’t for long.
“Don’t you dare look away when I fucking cum, boys.”
Bakugou’s orgasm is a riot. His knees shake, and he lowers himself all the way and swings his legs forward so he can support himself while his body trembles. He’s loud as hell, as much of a show off as he is a tease. “
Shouto: one more
Cocky bastard.
“You think you deserve one more?” Bakugou says, still flushed, panting. He hasn’t moved the vibrator, so it’s inevitable.
Anonymous: fuck
RockHard: fuck
Anonymous: fuck
Anonymous: fuck
Just_Lurking: fuck
Bakugou squirts and it gets everywhere. It better not have gotten on the fucking webcam or he’s demand a new one. He grits his teeth, feeling his cunt tighten and his ass clench around the plug and he screams, cursing every one of them as his orgasm takes hold and for a few blissful seconds he doesn’t give a fuck that he’s doing this for an audience, he just feels good . He lets his posture go sloppy, his legs out at what he knows aren’t his best angles. He closes his eyes, turns the vibrator off, and lolls his head forward, smirking stupid.
Useless: you’re perfect
“Damn right I am.”
$156/$175
“Great timing, assholes,” he drops the vibrator, turning and leaning forward again. He slaps his ass once, just for fun, then reaches back and tugs at the base of the plug. It’s tight , and he can still feel the warm ripple of his orgasm flowing through him. The plug feels even bigger going out, and he has to spread his cheeks open with his other hand before he can feel it sliding out. He exhales sharply as it pops out, and he takes a moment to spread his asshole out for them.
Inelegantly, he rolls over, spent. It’s a shorter stream, just over half an hour, but a thousand in a day is nothing to snub. With a lopsided grin, he leaves them with one last smouldering gaze. “Til next time, fuckers.”