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[esilek]

bestfriend!katsuki says he’d marry you!

you and katsuki are sprawled out together on the couch, watching whatever action movie he had insisted on watching. at one point in the movie, a wedding scene began, and something popped into your head.

without looking away from the tv, “hey katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“who do you think you’re gonna end up with?” you ask.

he shoots you a look. “what’re you talkin’ about?”

“like! i dunno..” you pause, gesturing towards the tv. “like that. who you’ll marry someday.”

he shrugs and says simply: “figured it’d be you. if you don’t marry anyone else.”

you sit up and look at him, shocked. “what? why?”

his face is calm. casual. he looks at you, shrugging. “jus’ know. we already do all that dumb couple shit anyway. easy.”

you pause the tv. “that’s not how it works! it’s a for life commitment? until death do us part! you cant just—”

“it’s practical.” he cuts in. “I’d do all the cookin’, deal with everything, take care of you, then you can do whatever it is you do all day.”

you stare at him. “you’re not serious.”

he looks at you, “why wouldn’t I be? no point in lookin’ for something I already got.”

a nervous energy buzzed through you. “and what? we’d sleep in the same bed?”

he rolls his eyes, “we cuddle all the time, dumbass.”

you chime in. “it’s not the same!”

he smirks as you nod, slowly, barley taking in what he said. he nods back and unpauses the movie, like now its all decided. like its set in stone.

like he already has the ring.

.ᐟ

[honeytonedhottie]

flirting and seduction 101⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🧁💕

do you wanna move like butter? do you want your crush to be putty in your hands? do you wanna walk like the world is your OYSTER? flirting and seduction can help you. flirting is SO much fun and once you have these tools you can have some fun...💬🎀

SLOW DOWN ;

slow unhurried movements make such a difference. when you're doing something, try not to be in a hurry. relax yourself. when you slow down, your nervous system calms down as well. be conscious of how you're standing, if you're fidgeting, we wanna be as relaxed and not tense as possible.

and of course body language is so important! i'll talk more about it in this post but just by slowing down and relaxing our body language improves and it's beautiful and feminine and EVERYTHING you want when you wanna make seduction a habit.

STAY IN TOUCH WITH YOUR FEMININITY ;

whether that's in the way that you walk (letting your hips move naturally) the way that you doll up and care for yourself or the way that you talk we wanna embrace relaxation and grace. if you haven't figured out how to stay in touch with your femininity, here are some things that you can do to get in touch with it.

❤︎ wear clothes that express your femininity and that you feel connected to

❤︎ get comfortable looking at yourself in the mirror and complimenting yourself and your body

❤︎ take care of your body more intentionally (ex: in the shower instead of just rushing through, take your time and wash yourself more slowly and thoroughly)

EYE CONTACT IS SO IMPORTANT ;

now onto the actual flirting and seducing part. EYE CONTACT IS SO IMPORTANT. i loveee eye contact. it's so intimate and you can make it as subtle or as not-subtle as you'd like it to be. i feel like eye contact is so personal, like you're actually seeing the person in front of you.

tactic one - the soft gaze. i want you to soften ur brows and eyelids, and then softly gaze into your crushes eyes.

tactic two - look into their eyes and briefly (or not briefly 😼) look down at their lips and then back up to their eyes.

tactic three - slightly SLIGHTLY tilt your head down and then give them that soft gaze.

play eye tag! remember guys, being subtle is the key. glance to your crush, they glance back you glance away and smile. BOOM thats how you eye flirt...🍦🎀

SUBTLE TOUCH ;

people get this wrong a LOT. it's supposed to be and feel subtle! that's the key to a "subtle touch". you can subtly touch your crush's arm when you're having a conversation. when you wanna accentuate something. (ex: oh you love that too? *subtle touch*)

it sounds intimidating and awkward at first but it's only awakward if you make it awkard. obviously use your discernment, only do this when theres some trust between you and your crush. like don't do this to someone you JUST met.

if you wanna upgrade your subtle touch, touch and then relaxed pull back. this leaves your crush wanting more. it's giving "you pulling him in" rather than you chasing him. WE DON'T CHASE OVER HERE...💬🎀

some other subtle ways to incorporate touch when flirting which i love is LETTING YOUR KNEES TOUCH. that is so intimate to me and i love it so much.

OTHER MISCELLANEOUS TIPS I'VE PICKED UP ;

❤︎ if you're sitting next to them, instead of just talking at their face you can kind of tilt closer and talk into their ear.

❤︎ be playful! it doesn't have to just be mysterious and serious if that's not who you are. tease your crush a little that's where all the fun is.

❤︎ don't give up all your cards right away. leave your crush wanting more of you. you're not playing hard to get, you're just having a good time.

[esilek]

im so glad i found this thx……

[esilek]

omg i think im gonna start talking to this girl she seems interested?!!?!!!! happy fing pride month guys

[esilek]

wait someone plz wtf do i even say to her because for context we have known eachother since 5th gradeso were super familiar but after that weve never had a class together / i ended up moving away anyway but now we hang out with the same friend group a ton so????!

and we often call and play either among os minecraft so idk what i could even say to her to text her

BUT BUT what i do know is that she is open to getting to know me. i just feel like its weird if i just start texting her the casual ‘wyd or hru’ getting to know her because i already do?! but i dont know her well enough to start a convo about something specific?

but i will see her in person eventually so im hoping i can get some flirting in but shes so POPULAR

[esilek]

omg i think im gonna start talking to this girl she seems interested?!!?!!!! happy fing pride month guys

[lonelyfooryouonly]

99 problems, but a wet dream ain’t one | katsuki b.

summary: katsuki had a wet dream about you — and now he can’t get the image out of his head, no matter how hard he tries. and when you find out? you’re sure as hell not making it easy for him.

warnings: best friend!katsuki, best friend!reader, reader is shameless, reader is down BAD, teasing, flirting, cursing, dirty talk, wet dream, smut, blowjob, gagging, spit, dom!katsuki, bratty!sub!reader, degradation, “this is a bad idea” typa fic, MDNI;

wc: 2,3k

Katsuki Bakugou has a best friend problem.

And it isn’t the kind of problem that can be solved by just talking about it, like normal friends do.

No. This is pretty difficult to solve.

Why?

One, because Katsuki doesn’t even talk about feelings or problems most of the time. He just bottles them up until something new appears and then forgets about whatever bothered him before.

And two, he definitely won’t talk about how a wet dream with his best friend made him feel.

Yeah. A wet dream.

He hasn’t had one of those since he was a fucking teenager, and it makes him feel so stupid. He is a grown man, for God’s sake. An established pro-hero. A respected one. And more recently?

A fucking loser.

A loser who now struggles to even meet your eyes while you’re having a simple conversation, because every time he does, he remembers how you looked in his dream — naked and sweaty and so fucking eager to suck him off.

And of fucking course his mind wanders further—

Would your mouth feel that good in reality?

Would it turn him on that much to have you on your knees between his legs?

Would your moans really sound that divine while doing your best to bring him towards pleasure?

Will—

“Earth to Katsukiii,” you suddenly speak, waving a hand in front of his face, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him jolt slightly, his body shifting backwards on the couch.

“What!?” His head snaps towards you instantly, his hand coming up to slap yours away, ignoring the warmth that lingers from the brief contact.

“I have been talking to you,” you frown, scooching closer to him, leaning forward slightly, trying to catch his gaze. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothin’,” he shrugs, but his body tenses the moment your chest brushes against his arm.

“You’re even pissier than usual,” you remark with a raised brow, studying him carefully. He scoffs.

“You’re imagining things,” he replies way too fast.

You frown deeper, squinting your eyes as you shift even closer, intentionally closing the space between you. You don’t miss the way he immediately leans away.

“Why do you run from me?” you ask, tilting your head.

“I like my space, weirdo,” he mutters under his breath.

“I like your space too,” you tease, nudging your knee against his.

He instantly moves his knee away.

“Shut up and watch this damn movie,” he rolls his eyes, trying to focus anywhere but you.

“Kats.”

No answer.

“Katsuki,” you insist again, leaning in and poking his cheek with your finger.

You feel it — the tension.

You notice the way his hands curl, palms balling into fists as he takes a slow, deep breath, clearly trying to keep himself together.

“What’s up with you?” you push again, your voice softer this time, but more insistent. You move even closer, until he’s practically cornered at the end of the couch, your body fully pressing into his.

“Tell meee,” you drag out, nudging him lightly. “What’s bothering you?”

“You’re bothering me,” he finally snaps, his tone sharp and annoyed, making you blink in surprise. “Even in my fuckin’ dreams,” he adds with a frustrated groan, dragging a hand through his hair, making it messier than it already was.

“What?” you ask, caught off guard. “You dreamt about me?”

“Are you deaf?” he rolls his eyes, letting out a short, dry chuckle.

Then—

Something shifts.

A slow, almost mischievous grin spreads across your lips.

“What kind of dream did you have?” you ask, lowering your voice slightly as you lean closer, your gaze locking onto his.

Before he can react, you move.

In one smooth motion, you swing your leg over him, then the other, settling yourself directly in his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his muscular legs.

His mouth parts slightly, frozen halfway open, one eye twitching as he stares up at you, completely caught off guard.

“Come on,” you push again, shifting slightly on his lap, your clothed core brushing against his crotch through his jeans.

“Did you have a wet dream?” you ask playfully, clearly teasing, not thinking anything of it — but the moment he flinches, looking away instead of snapping back at you, your smile falters just a bit.

“Did you really have a wet dream of me?” you ask again, this time more serious, your eyes searching his face.

“Piss off,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh my god… I want to know right now,” you nudge him again, more insistent this time.

“I ain’t telling you shit, now get off of me,” he says, though his hands find your hips, gripping them instinctively.

You place your hands over his, pressing them down, smirking slightly.

“You know… if you tell me what it was about… maybe I can help,” you shrug casually, as if you didn’t just drop that.

He stares at you, completely dumbfounded, like you just said the most insane thing he’s ever heard.

“You gotta be joking,” he says, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Why would I be? It’s not like I don’t find you hot or anything,” you add, shifting slightly again in his lap.

That stirrs something in him.

He hisses under his breath, his grip on your hips tightening without him even realizing it.

“I’m still not telling you,” he mumbles, jaw clenching.

“Okay…” you hum. “I’ll guess.”

You take a moment to think, then—

“Was I on all fours? Were you fucking me from the back? I know you like doggy style… or maybe something else? Like missionary? Or cowgirl?” you ramble, mostly to yourself, watching his reactions closely. “How about—“

“It was a goddamn blowjob, now shut up,” he groans, his head falling back against the couch with a dull thud.

“Oh,” you pause, blinking. “A blowjob,” you repeat thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly.

“How was I able to fit all of that in my mouth?” you add, genuinely thinking about it.

He groans louder this time, hands leaving your hops and dragging them down his face.

“You are killing me, woman,” he mutters, voice strained, making you giggle softly.

“So you want it?” you ask, watching him closely.

He makes a pause, completely baffled.

Then—

“The hell? Who asks their best friend to suck them off?” he snaps, glaring at you.

“Who dreams of their best friend sucking them off?” you shoot back instantly, raising a brow.

“Smartass,” he scoffs.

“Pervert.”

“Oh, I’m the pervert? Not you, who’s been grinding on me for the past minutes?” he shoots back.

“I only suggested it because you seem stressed lately,” you say, your tone softer now, but still teasing. “And you clearly don’t wanna talk about feelings. Maybe I can help some… other way… you know?”

He goes quiet.

Really quiet.

His brows pull together as he stares at you, his expression shifting into something more serious, more conflicted — something you can’t quite read.

You’ve never seen that look on him before.

Not like this.

There’s hesitation.

Something heavy sits behind his eyes.

“You better not make me regret this,” he mutters finally, his voice lower now.

Your brows lift slightly, tilting your head. You didn’t know what to make of this words.

“Wha— what?”

His hands tighten on your hips, making you shift against his crotch for the nth time.

“Get on your knees.”

“Now?” You ask baffled.

“Yes, now. I’m in the mood and it’s your fault,” he reminds you.

You bite your lip to repress a smile.

Instead of a snarky comment, you just nod quietly and get off his lap. He spreads his legs wider the moment you move, watching you closely as you lower yourself onto your knees, settling between his muscular thighs.

Your palms come up to touch them, fingers gripping the material of his jeans as you slowly move them up and down, feeling the tension in his body, trying to ease it just a little.

You take your time.

Slowly moving upward, dragging it out, making it feel like it takes forever to reach his crotch… then his belt.

You start unbuckling it, your movements slow, all while looking up at him — watching the way he stares down at you, jaw tight, lips pressed together, hands resting stiffly at his sides.

You slide the belt out of the way, then undo his zipper, finally revealing his black boxers. Something hard brushes against your hand and he hisses above you, his breath catching.

Your fingers dip under the material and drag it down, exposing his happy trail that leads down to his cock. His own hands come down to help, pushing his jeans and boxers lower, lifting his hips just enough. The fabric bunches at his thighs, out of the way.

And then—

His cock springs free.

Long. Thick. Prominent veins running along the length of it. The tip flushed a reddish color, already leaking with pre-cum.

“C’mon, dig in,” he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as his hand comes to tangle in your hair, pushing you slightly forward.

You don’t rush.

You lean in slowly, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin, feeling the way he reacts instantly — his breath hitching, a quiet hiss slipping past his lips as you glance up at him through your lashes.

Your tongue slides out, dragging along his length, long, intentional strokes, collecting the pre-cum as you go. His fingers tighten in your hair.

“Don’t— be such a tease, damn it,” he grits out, voice rougher now, the veins in his neck more visible as he looks down at you.

You let out a quiet chuckle, but you give in.

Enough teasing.

You part your lips and guide him in, taking him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, relaxing your jaw as you go, until the tip presses against the back of your throat.

You pause there for a second, breathing steadily through your nose, adjusting — letting your body relax around him.

Then you start moving.

Slow at first.

Pulling back just enough before taking him in again, setting a rhythm, your tongue flattening along the underside, tracing the veins, working with each movement.

Spit and pre-cum mix together, making everything smoother, your lips sealing tightly around him.

All the while, your eyes stay on him.

Watching everything.

The way his teeth catch his lower lip. The flare of his nostrils. The crease forming between his brows as he tries to hold himself together. Low grunts slip past his lips, restrained, controlled — but you can tell he’s holding back.

That only makes you pick up the pace.

Your head starts bobbing more steadily, your movements more confident, more precise. Tears sting lightly at your eyes from the burn of your throat, but you don’t stop — you just adjust your breathing, keeping the rhythm consistent.

You want to hear him.

Really hear him.

“You happy now?” he asks, breath uneven, voice rough. “Having a mouth full of me?”

You let out a muffled moan around him in response, the vibration traveling through him as your tongue moves again, your pace never faltering.

“You greedy brat,” he chuckles, though his voice strains. He knows you — you like this, like putting on a show, like pulling reactions out of him.

His hips twitch upward when you increase your speed, your nails digging slightly into his thighs to steady yourself as his fingers tighten in your hair.

Sweat starts to bead at his forehead, sliding down as strands of blond hair stick to his skin.

“Mhm— keep— keep going,” he finally groans, his control slipping just a bit more.

You keep the same pace, consistent, precise, working him up without losing rhythm, your tongue and lips working together, spit and pre-cum already dripping down your chin. But is all worth it when you feel it—

The twitch.

The tension building.

A few more precise movements, a slight change in pressure, and then—

He breaks.

“Fuck, fuck, gonn a—“

His words are cut off as a low, deep moan escapes him. He releases, his body tensing as he spills hot loads of cum into your mouth. He closes his eyes at the feeling, barely able to keep his lips sealed.

For a moment, he doesn’t move, his orgasm washing over him, then — he finally looks at you. You were still on your knees, still sucking and slurping like your life depended on it.

“Fuckin’ hell— you’re takin’ everything,” he lets out a weak, breathy laugh. And it was true, you make sure to not let anything go to waste.

You suck him dry.

And he lets you — for a short while.

Only when the sensitivity kicks in does he tug at your hair, trying to catch his breath and helping you catch yours.

“Shit— too much—” he groans, needing another second to breathe, to recover as you pull away, licking your lips slowly, cleaning the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand as you look up at him.

Taking him in.

He’s leaned back against the couch now, hair messy, chest rising and falling steadily, his cock flushed and glistening, resting against his stomach now. His pants and boxers are still pushed down around his thighs as he spreads his legs, taking a lot of space like usual.

But he wasn’t the only one looking messy… he noticed your state too.

And fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Your hair was deshiveled from his grabbing, your cheeks were flushed, lips plump and glistening with fluids… you looked so fucking pretty like this — on your knees for him, having his cum down your throat and looking at him with teary eyes — a sign of how hard you tried to take him.

You remain on the floor even if it wasn’t the most comfortable place, still close to him.

“So…” you finally break the silence softly.

His eyes snap back to yours, still catching his breath.

“Was this better than your dream?” you ask with a raised brow and a teasing grin.

But he won’t give you want to want. He already gave you enough.

He just scoffs at your question, rolling his head slightly to the side, trying to hide his smile.

“Fuck off.”

[rumisgf]

'(i hope he don’t think that i’m some kinda) hoe'

you never were the type to do college hookups or mess around with dudes on campus— full honestly. your academics mattered much more to you than any other possible distraction.

until sero hanta came into your life.

initially, you wrote him off as a sleazy whatever-he-majors-in major who likes to smoke out girls he likes, then get his dick sucked. which… he may have been like that at a point in his life. and while he reassures you that he’s retired that life, you still try to give yourself reasons to be wary of him. he’s slow to respond to texts, his dishes are always piled, he sells weed even though he already has a job, he’s stupidly tall, he has a stupid smile, and he has a stupid, yummy happy trail that you can see when he stretches or wears his slutty low-sitting sweatpants…

he’s so stupidly sexy.

you can’t help the way you get all soft on the phone with him after you have a bad day, and his syrupy calm tone as he asks you,

“you wanna come over, mama?”

of course you do. of course you want him to kiss up on you and get you high. then he always gives you shoulder massages that turn into you laying on your stomach as he eases out every single knot on your back. and his large hands always end up kneading the soft flesh of your ass, small hums vibrating through the pillow as you become gelatin in his hands.

next thing you know, your ass is in the air and your panties are pulled to the side as he devours you from behind. his slender fingers always massage your walls justtt right as he spells his name with his tongue on your clit. and he never misses the noise that escapes your mouth whenever he smacks your ass while he does it.

and now you let him pull his dick out, let him spread your asscheeks open he slowly stuffs your already creamy pussy full of him. he’s so big that you moan with every roll of his hips, his tip hitting you right in your gut. if you weren’t high, you would be able to hear how you’re so wet it’s nearly louder than your mouth right now.

but he notices. he loves that shit.

“fuck mee~… ooo shitt~..!”

you almost should be ashamed of yourself. you’re so fucking loud and so wet and you’re about cum already and you just need him so bad… and he knows. he has to know with the way he uses that smooth, soft voice while he’s in it and he talks to you.

“let it out, ma. i got you.”

he fucks you faster, chasing the feeling of you taking him so good like you belong to him or something— at least in your mind. he doesn’t fail to notice your breath hitch or how your eyes are barely open.

“lemme hear you.. mhm.. pussy so fuckin’ creamy.. ‘like that shit..?”

you pretend not to hear him— other than the fact that you can barely respond from him currently bullying your g-spot.

“hmm? *smack* i’m talkin’ to you.”

“love how you f-fuck me~.. love when you in it, pa~..”

just like that, you fold so fast. he always has you cumming all messy on him just so he can tease you about it. and he’ll flip you over, letting you look at your white nectar all over his dick as he pistons into you with your ankle on his shoulder.

“look at you, you cummin’? you givin’ me that pussy?”

you nod, moaning for him and your walls squeezing around him like you’re one of his sluts or something.

except… he doesn’t even fuck anyone else. he saves all of this for you, the one he thinks is so pretty and poised and self disciplined. the one who told him over and over that you’re not into hooking up or casual fucking. but he just has such good dick.

you hope he doesn’t think you’re some kind of hoe.

xoxo, rumisgf.

[local-lesbian-tree-demon]

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

[gyarujo]

꒰ 爆豪勝己 ꒱ › katsuki hates being loud in bed. mdni. pro hero! bakugo x fem! reader. unprotected piv

for someone who’s so loud and cocky, katsuki is surprisingly quiet in bed. because he hates the sounds he makes, finds his own whimpers and groans pathetic and weak. he hates the way his control dissolves, the way his body betrays him with hitched breaths and feeble groans. every time a whimper ‘threatens’ to spill from his lips, he’s gulping it down, jaw clenched so tight it aches.

he kisses you like he’s trying to swallow the moans building in his own chest. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, not just to taste you, but to make sure you’re so full of him that no sound can escape.

“kats breathe,” you gasp when he finally lets you up for air.

“shut up,” he snarls, but there’s no heat beneath his words.

when you finally sink down onto him, taking him in inch by excruciating inch, his whole body goes rigid. a sharp hiss falls through his gritted teeth, and he immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck, as if in shame. you can feel the vibration of his groan against your throat, a guttural sound he tries so, so hard to kill.

“fuck,” he breathes, a mere puff of air against your glistening skin. his hips remain still, even as his cock throbs inside you

when you start to ride him, his hands fly from your hips to your ass, then to your shoulders, anywhere he can get purchase, as if he’s physically trying to hold himself together. his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. you can hear the struggle in every inhale. his crimson eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration that has everything to do with not falling apart.

you love watching him like this. you love being the one to unravel him. you pick up the pace, rolling your hips in that way you know drives him wild, and you feel the tremor that starts in his thighs, the way his calloused fingers dig bruises into your perfect skin.

a sound that’s half-gasp, half-whimper, bubbles up, and katsuki immediately clamps his mouth down on your shoulder — using your body to silence his own.

he’s drunk on the copper leaking from your broken skin. he presses soothing kisses to your shoulder and it makes you clench even harder around him. that’s what finally makes him break. a moan tears from his throat, muffled by your flesh but unmistakable. a vulnerable sound that’s completely at odds with the explosive hero he is by day. it’s sound of him stripped of all his defenses

and he hates it. you can feel the way he freezes for a moment, horrified by his own lack of control. “don’t—”

“don’t what ? don’t stop ?” you tease, rolling your hips again.

“stop fuckin’ lookin’ at me like that,” he’ll grumble, turning his face away even as his hands white-knuckle your hips, pulling you closer.

but you’re not having it. you reach back, tangling your fingers in his sweat-damp blond hair, and pull his gaze towards yours. “let me hear you,” you murmur “wanna hear how good i make you feel.”

“no,” he shakes his head, stubbornly, eyes squeezed shut. “can’t. it’s too damn embarrassing.”

“it’s hot” you counter, “you’re hot katsuki. now let me hear you.”

“don’t — hah — say shit like that” he groans. his hips, now freed from their self-imposed prison, thrust up to meet yours. his moans become more frequent, little whimpers and moans he can’t swallow, each one is followed by a tightening of his jaw, a rosy flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“that’s it kats,” you encourage, “just like that.”

when you lean back, changing the angle just so, that he finally, truly surrenders. his eyes fly open, wide and glazed with pleasure, and his mouth falls slack. a string of curses,spills from his lips. “fuuuck . . . you’re so—hck— damn you”

his face is completely red, and he’s so, so loud but he’s past the point of caring. his hips slam into yours, his movements losing all finesse, driven purely by need

“gonna. . fuck, baby. . i’m gonna—” he chokes out, and it’s the most warning you’ve ever gotten from him.

he cums with a strangled cry, your name a wanton mess on his lips. his whole body all but arches off the bed. the sounds he makes are muffled by your skin, but you feel them all the same—the whimpers, the groans, the exhausted panting. for a long moment, the only sound in the room is his ragged breathing and the pounding of your own heart.

then, slowly, he relaxes, his body going limp against yours. you know he’s replaying every sound, every whimper, and cringing. you card your fingers through his hair, holding him close, and wait. eventually, he shifts, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to your sternum before muttering against your skin, “that’s never gonna happen again”

you don’t have to say anything. you just smile, because you know that next time, when you’re skin against skin and joined together as one, you’ll break his silence all over again.

© GYARUJO 2026. please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites. do not feed to ai

[memeruuu]

"So Bakugou... why did you choose that type of backseat anyway?"

[thegoodvybe]

“ooooohhh” i say as i still dont understand

[adoringmha]

katsuki likes having his hands on you at all times. it's so mindless it just feels wrong if you're in the same room and he's not touching you?

he'll pass by you and a big hand will slide around your waist, lingering at the small of your back for no reason at all while he reaches for something above or beside you.

he doesn't even do it to fluster you, it just feels natural.

it actually took him a little while to be comfortable enough to initiate casual touches when you first started dating. his heart was pounding the first time he reached for your hand, he even accidentally gave it a quick squeeze out of nervousness. but once he felt confident enough, it was impossible to get his hands off you.

when he takes a seat next to you, his hand immediately finds your thigh, patting it a couple times fondly before resting, squeezing playfully here and there. he'll often slide your leg on top of his lap, aiming for both, as the hour goes by.

when you get up, he lets his hand trail down your leg, letting it linger while he looks up at you, the quiet timbre of his voice flustering you when he asks "where you going?" even when you're in public, it makes you want to crawl in his lap and stay there, which he would love, but there's a time and a place.

when he's passing by you as you're sitting on the couch, he'll pat you on the head, often after giving it a kiss, especially when you're busy working on something.

you never asked him to do any of this, but now it's the norm, and it feels just right.

©adoringmha 2026

[ieatworms14]

hii could you do horny whiny katsuki x reader?

His arms squeezed around your legs as he looked up at you. Katsuki couldn't wait any longer, he needed you. He kept begging, "Please- please baby, I'll be so good for you. Just let me-" a long whine left his lips as you grabbed him by his hair and pulled him off your legs.

He stumbled around on the floor before getting back up. "Look at what you're doing to me, I never act like this- this is cruel! Just let me have a taste.."

Katsuki looked up at you, big red eyes wobbling and he looked like he might cry. You felt a little bad for tormenting him so much. It was true, he would never act like this. But he has lost all shame by this point.

"Fine." You sighed.

Within seconds Katsuki had torn off your shorts and panties. He was like a rabid animal now you've let him. You swear you even hear a growl. You gasp at the feeling of cold air hitting your warm pussy.

Katsuki gets up and places you on the counter, cold marble against your bare skin makes you shiver. He dropped down again and pushes open your legs and he moaned at the sight in front of him.

He pushes his face in and begins lapping at your slick, fat tongue giving broad stripes that spread you open. You tipped your head back in pleasure and moaned under your breath. Katsuki would tell you to be louder but he was too focused on drinking your slick.

Making his way up to your clit you whine. Your hips buckled into him when he gives the bud a good and loud slurp. He cursed into your heat and held your hips still with his giant hands.

Katsuki focused his tongue on that spot, finding out what made you moan the loudest. And without even you realising he slipped two thick digits into your hole and scissored it open.

It felt like you were floating in heaven. The knot in your tummy growing tighter and tighter and tighter.. until it snapped.

You gripped his hair and with a quiet and broken moan you came, squirting hard all over Katsuki's face. You gasped for air as he drank it all up. Hips twitching when he licked over your cunt again.

"Mfg..thank you baby." He said, mouth filled with slick.

[ftmclementine]

bulge rubbing is so fucking hot holy shit like your dick’s not even out of your pants and you’re already hard and desperate to be touched? I wanna play with you until you cum in your pants

[paochit]

[bokutogoateeenthusiast]

VERY BIG ON THIS

[esilek]

kinda hate her

[bfbkg]

having sex with katsuki and he’s just extra sensitive that day, feeling every emotion so much so he’s basically making love to you at this point

he doesn’t notice it himself at first but, he starts praising you in japanese and it catches you off guard but also turns you on ten times more lol

this is a big nom nom nom to me. big nom nom nom. i was saving this to potentially write but we can talk about it.

defo missionary right. and it’s all slow and SENSITIVE and he’s noisy above you. grunting and groaning. moving hair out of your face so he can look you in the eye. asking him to adjust your leg to put on his shoulder and he’s deep and you’re about it to start crying and wailing about how much you love him.

and it’s not like anything crazy has happened today. he hasn’t seen you in two days and he had a long draining day at work and more draining days to come and he’s missed you. needs to let off this stress. you were all over him, can never get enough of his pretty face and all that he does for you.

and maybe it starts in english like he always is with you. it being your shared language after all. the usual, “i love you so fuckin’ much.” then “shit, feels so good.” “needed this, baby.” “hmm?” “doin’ so well for me.” then he’s making these incoherent sounds. kissing your moans away and nodding to everything you say.

and you’re not sure what exactly makes him switch but it’s when he buries his head in your neck. nipping the thin skin there, bending your legs, deep inside you feel as if he’s in your stomach. now you’ve got no clue what he’s saying. you know it’s his language though.

you only realise after the second phrase. blinking away your watery eyes as you rock into him, crossing your legs tighter around his back.

then he’s mumbling something else. another phrase. repeating a sentence twice into your neck.

you mostly hear him speak it over the phone. to his parents, family and his childhood friends. sometimes the lady at the local asian supermarket. video call meetings with his agency back in japan. sometimes a couple pet name in japanese if he’s feeling cute, he saves that for date nights.

but never during sex in your ear while he’s buried inside you. you clench and his breath hitches.

his voice is deeper, earthier. more natural and flows out without effort or second thought. you can’t even attempt to translate it. perhaps a swear in there somewhere?

“‘tsuki…. baby…,” you don’t mean to whine but there’s no way you can say anything right now and it doesn’t come out with pleasure attached.

he lifts his head up. droopy sleepy eyes, bitten lips. he replies to you with a thrust, one that has you arching your back.

“i don’t know what you’re saying!” you wail, linking your hands around his neck and your boyfriend blinks at you.

“oh s-shit,” he utters, taking hold of your hips to keep you still. it’s as if you can see the memory of a second ago replaying in his mind. “didn’t realise i did that.” then he laughs stuttered and hoarse, “you’ve got me fucked up.”

he drops his eyes to where you’re connected. his cock, coated in your wetness, sliding out of your core before he pushes back in again. your eyes flutter shut when he does, hand reaching out for him, “‘tsuki….”

“was sayin’ you’re beautiful and i love you and i love when we fuck.” he grins like a man insane, which he’d only say he is with how much he loves you. “never wanna leave here with you.”

you’re all breathy, chest rising and falling with an orgasm around the corner. “s-so sappy,” you manage to smile, eyes still closed to catch up, “felt like y-you were keeping secrets from me.”

he shakes his head, adjusts your leg on his shoulder. he needs to come soon also, he’s been holding it off for too long now. “never baby. lemme make you come.”

[bfbkg]

horny y/n jumping on bkg even though he’s exhausted from work and still helps her 🤤

i love goofy ideas like these. u WIN

you were the brave one today. working from home… all alone… unable to adjust to your lover not being around… even if he was at work and you planned for this weekday to be at home. especially when you heard him let himself into your apartment while you had to finish up a work call. it was the hastiest, a borderline unprofessional goodbye how you rushed to end the call because he was here finally.

you only saw him a few days ago after all.

stepping into your living room, bakugou katsuki is hard to miss. massive body sitting in the centre of your sofa, he’s got his head in his hands, elbows on his knees in silence, sporting a black hoodie and shorts.

“you okay?” you ask, practically floating to stand in front of him, tugging his hand so he can uncover his face for you.

when he pulls away, looking up at you, your heart drops to your clit. in sickness or health, whatever words you’ll be saying on your wedding day to this man… well, you get it now.

katsuki meets your eyes with these droopy ones, cushioned with two dark bags underneath them. to anyone else it looks like he’s gonna curse you out any second, his eyes are practically slits but you can note, it’s just tiredness, especially when he leans his head into your palm.

his posture is slouched, body completely and utterly exhausted. this pro hero, one of the best in the world, needs to be on at all times, ready for anything but you, you get the privilege of seeing him off. ready for bed and a hot shower.

katsuki rests his cheek in your palm, those angry ruby gems becoming puppy like, “‘m fine.”

next, his hands hold onto the backs of your thighs keeping you still so he can press his face into your stomach. you feel his whole body sigh into you.

“you don’t look it. you look like shit,” you offer and you get two bouncing shoulders in a short laugh.

“y’got a lisp now? you mean sexy?” he muffles into your stomach, then presses his chin into you so he can look at you properly.

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs. you notice a touch of hoarseness in his words. you press your thighs together.

your smile is apparent in your voice, “you’ve got this defeated look going on.” you bite down on your bottom lip, “it is a little sexy. maybe a lot.”

bakugou thinks he’s in with the joke at the beginning, till you shuffle in closer to him, the press of your hand on his cheek gets harder and he notices the change of pitch in your breath. even the black of your pupils widen, he sees this in real time. you’re not joking at all actually.

that gets him sitting up slightly, a smirk falling on his features. you pout when he does, staring at his lips like a wife separated from their husband for years. he knows his smile is a killer for you, a soft sigh leaving you at the sight of his gold canine and white teeth.

“gimme a kiss,” he demands and the good listener you are, you lean down to press yours against his.

it’s family friendly for the most part, three pecks until his pawlike hands sneak up your thighs to under your ass cheeks.

when you both pull away, you’re staring at each other for a few seconds until you lick your thumb and rub under his eyebrow.

“you didn’t get all your eye stuff off,” you whisper, referring to his eye makeup he likes to put on under his mask.

bakugou grunts in response, letting you clean up the left over marks he didn’t scrub.

“how long have you been waitin’ for me?”

always so perceptive. it makes your eyes widen like you’ve been caught out. “well i’ve been working—,”

“baby,” he soothes, in that soft way like you’ve done something silly and you won’t get in trouble for admitting whatever it is. even though he already knows.

“since the morning,” you breathe, eager to undress on the spot, to get his hands on your bare skin, to jump on his lap and pull down his shorts.

but the exhaustion is still apparent on his body. his movements are noticeably slower now that he can let his guard down.

“hm,” he replies and you run your fingers through his hair, pushing all his blonde locks back to reveal his face. your boyfriend is incredibly handsome. you press an extra kiss to the scar on his cheek and bakugou pulls you in. your knees sink into the sofa as you straddle his lap.

hot hands that were under your ass, sneak under your blouse. they’re like a relief patch, causing your skin to buzz in anticipation.

“what d’you want?” he hums and you’re already ready for your body to bounce on something, fingers twitching as they rest on his shoulders.

“katsuki,” you whine, rubbing your nose against his. his eyelashes brush against yours. “don’t ask me that.”

nimble fingers shift to the little buttons at your blouse. bakugou works on you while you’re fighting your own internal battle.

“why not, baby?”

“you’re tired from saving the city. i’m not going to make you have sex with me because i’m horny.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, completely humoured by the way you let him shimmy you out of your blouse, now sitting on him in your pretty lace balconette bra. he kisses the softness of your breast and you’re completely reactive, arching your back into his face.

“y’think i don’t wanna love you?”

the wording makes you mewl, hugging katsuki’s big head to your chest. your body blushes with heat, unable to look him in the eye, “don’t be adorable when i want you to put me in doggy.”

bakugou chuckles, “on your knees. let me do it.”

“didn’t you have a long day today?”

he looks you in the eye, “the fuckin’ longest. sixteen hours, everyone was on my ass.”

“then you need to sleep.”

“or i can have sex with my girlfriend.”

you have the audacity to look shy, knowing there’s a damp patch if he checked your panties right now. “but you’re exhausted.”

“babygirl.”

“babyboy.”

bakugou raises his eyebrows, “that’s new. i dunno if i like that.”

you shuffle on his lap, your crotch right over his. you’re delighted to find he’s sporting a semi, in fact, it makes you want to rabidly rub yourself over him like an animal in heat.

you kiss the corner of his jaw, tugging the neckline of his hoodie so you have space to kiss his neck. bakugou’s eyes flutter shut in response, hands on your bare waist.

“you’re my baby and you’re my boy.”

bakugou tuts, grabbing the back of his hoodie and tugging it over his head. he’s got nothing on underneath it to your joy, leaving his bare chest on display for you. you lowly moan at the sight of his biceps, the scars that run through them, the discoloured skin that merges with his blushed skin. one hand on you, another giving his toned abdomen a necessary rub.

“i’m your man.”

“fuck,” you whisper, standing up to pull off your leggings and sitting back on his lap like you never left. “and you’re sure? not too tired?”

he’s uncouth when he hooks a finger in your underwear, then runs the pad of his thumb to gather your wetness over your clit. your body slumps into him, giving bakugou all your weight for him to hold up.

“you underestimate how easy it is for me to get you to come.” he smirks, chuffed at himself for how well he knows you. “could do this half asleep. i have done this half asleep.”

referring to the four am sex you had a few days ago when you came all over his fingers with his tongue in your throat. eyes closed and half conscious.

“don’t be so cocky,” you moan for the wrong reasons, loving the slow comfortable pace of his thumb. pleasure rolls through your body softly, your hands mindlessly palming him.

“take him out then.”

“don’t him your dick.”

but still you do, yanking down his shorts and feeling the saliva build in your mouth at the feeling then sight. his adonis belt, deep ridges and harsh muscle. then him, thick and heavy. his cute red tip with veins running up the length of him.

“you love it.”

you’re nodding without realising, placing your palm on the scar on the centre of your boyfriend’s chest.

“fuck me,” you whine, sitting on your knees and shuffling to adjust to sit on his cock. “wanna feel you, ‘tsuki.”

though he stops you, hands on your hips.

“on your hand and knees, babygirl. like you want.”