for the love of

[katsupi]

can’t a motherfucker live a life? 20s

[bfbkg]

hellooo this is me reminding u to write about sleepy bkg leaving ur apartment at night and begging for more kisses 🫡🫡

GO HOME! (2.5k)

— bakugou katsuki x reader

your boyfriend doesn’t want to go home. cw: suggestive, swearing, pretty tame

“i can hear you not putting your shoes on!” you shout from your kitchen, refilling up your water bottle by your sink.

it’s nearing eleven pm on a weekday and you’re nearing the end of your bedtime routine. after finishing your final session of tussling in bed with your boyfriend, you sleepily got to showering and doing your skincare while bakugou was tasked to go back home.

you’re screwing your lid back onto your bottle, bag of popcorn under one arm as you step into your foyer. you find your boyfriend slumped in your chair for putting shoes on, doing exactly not that.

bakugou katsuki is in his thick grey socks, a random pair of black joggers he left at your flat and his oversized khaki hoodie. he looks handsome, always does, but this time he’s appearing a little disheveled. a flower wilting as the clouds begin hiding the sun.

you’re his precious sun with the energy to keep him happy and at peace, till he’s forcefully pulled from your grip.

his hoodie is unzipped, the right side awkwardly longer than the left from being dragged on in a tantrum. his white tee underneath is creased from yanking it over his head with a guttural sigh. he’s even got a water stain on it from hovering over you when you washed your face in the bathroom.

he’s got his head in his hands, legs spread with his travel duffle by his feet. he hasn’t even managed to grab his shoes off your neatly organised rack by your door.

you potter over to him, shaking your head softly with a sweet coo.

bakugou does not want to go home.

“baby. go,” you hum, dragging your slippered feet across your floor.

you tuck your body between his open legs, putting down your bottle and snacks to lightly tickle under his chin. you receive the harshest glare you’ve ever experienced from him, though it’s still miles below the ones he gives at work. 

calloused hands find the bare backs of your soft thighs and lightly, he squeezes.

“you fuckin’ hate me,” he huffs, but his pout comes through. all his features softening under your attention, minus the twist in his brows. “gettin’ rid of me like this.”

you don’t miss the hickies on his neck, two maroon bruises because all you’ve done together these past few days is kiss, cuddle, eat and have sex. since bakugou became your boyfriend, he often forgets about his own apartment. his home is much larger, much more luxurious with built in speakers in the ceilings and a double headed shower. but he always lingers in yours, though he never outstays his welcome. even now.

“i don’t want you to leave but you need to pack for your mission tomorrow,” you smile, taller than him as he sits.

he feels delirious when he stuffs his face in your cotton soft stomach. you smell freshly showered, clean, cosy and like home. bakugou feels like his heart has been stabbed with a fork. he already misses you and you’re right in front of him.

it’s like he’s fighting the devil on his shoulder, to just stay over again tonight and get up early tomorrow. he can grab his shit from home and go straight there. he knows that plan will throw his whole day off tomorrow. also you hate waking up early.

he blinks at you slowly, like a cat that loves what he sees.

for you, it’s easy to get hot from his touch alone and that stare makes you nudge in closer to him. you want to sit on his lap, kiss down his neck again, despite being all over him an hour ago.

“you want me to piss off so you can watch love island,” he breathes, looking up at you with the sweetest ruby puppy dog eyes. there’s a scratchy tone to his voice, sleepiness clearly taking over though he fights it to spend a second longer with you.

you know for a fact you’re the only person in this universe that has seen katsuki like this. that thought alone makes you want to call up his job and say he can’t come in tomorrow. say he’s sick so you can cuddle his big head in your lap. who would you even call? the hero commission? his sidekicks? he is his own boss.

“i do have a load of episodes to catch up on since you’ve been here,” you say sweetly and he eyes your snacks, then your water bottle placed on the shelf beside him.

he’s a grumpy baby in a twenty seven year old, muscled man’s body. he scrunches his nose at the mention of that show. he hates all reality tv, so he says, even though he ends up asking you for details throughout every episode.

“just say you hate me,” he grunts, tilting his head up for a kiss.

you don’t give in just yet.

“i love you but you’ve gotta go. you’ll be even grumpier without sleep in the morning,” you smile.

he rolls his eyes. ever the dramatic one. “yeah, yeah. i get it. love you too.”

you stand there for a few moments. his grip on your thighs getting tighter, his chin in your stomach. he rubs his cheek against your palm, his stubble prickling against you with every move.

“you need to put your shoes on—,”

“you look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, even biting down on his bottom lip.

you narrow your eyes at him. you know exactly what he’s doing and it usually has a hundred percent success ratio.

he pulls off you, keeping his hands on your thighs to look down your body. stupidly, it causes you to look down at yourself too.

your soft pastel pink  boy shorts because you get hot at night. your comfy low cut navy strappy top, that has seen better days but you have no need to replace yet. your nipples poke through the fabric and you don’t miss bakugou’s gaze wafting over them with his tongue poking his cheek.

he looks as if he’s about to moan or take a bite out of you. you can’t tell yet. you don’t mind either.

“katsuki, stop it. you were supposed to leave an hour ago,” you look to your clock beside your front door. “an hour and a half ago.”

bakugou grits his teeth then relaxes by kissing the strip of your stomach between your vest and shorts. he releases the quietest whine.

“i wanna stay here with you.”

even though he’s being dramatic, you’ll see him in less than a week, every word releases tingles down your spine.

you press a kiss to his lips, to which he eagerly pushes back. his hands sneak up to your waist holding you with purpose. it’s only a peck but everything he’s feeling is translated through.

“you’re killin’ me,” he says onto your lips.

“it’s not me, baby. you have the world to save tomorrow. you can make love to your girlfriend when you get back,” you say tenderly, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

“i’m givin’ you a good fuckin’ when i see you again.”

“you always do,” you shrug playfully and bakugou chuckles, shaking his head in resignation.

“fuck. fuck my life,” he grunts to himself, pulling his slides off your shoe rack and shoving them onto his feet.

“it feels like you’re obsessed with me, kats,” you giggle to yourself, stepping back so he has space to stand up and sling his duffle over his shoulder.

he raises one eyebrow, a huffy laugh releasing from his throat.

“hm? you think?” he takes his hand through his hair, a light pink blush on his cheeks from your attention. “‘course i fuckin’ am. i’m comin’ right back to get you when i’m done.”

you lift up on your tiptoes, hands on his pectorals, “if you say so.”

“i do say so. i am sayin’ that,” he mumbles, hands finding your ass to lift you with ease.

you wrap your legs around his waist so he doesn’t have to bend to kiss you.

“next thursday, okay?” he kisses the corner of your lips, feeling your cheeks rise. “and still text me. i’ll have my phone on me in the evenings.”

you smooth down his eyebrows with your thumbs.

“yes, dynamight sir,” you drawl, but you lean in to peck him, a noisy kiss that has him chasing after you. he moans softly.

“another.” he whispers.

with your arms wrapped around his neck, you give his bottom lip a nibble, one that causes an exasperated groan. then you slot your lips over his, pushing your tongue into his mouth to tangle against his. it’s long, wet and pulses throughout your body.

you push your chest against his as if you’re trying to merge into one, bakugou’s fingertips sinking into your ass cheeks.

it’s you that pulls away, landing two kisses on his lips for good measure.

“baby, no.” he complains.

since you’re the only one with self control here, you tap his shoulder.

“put me down now. you’ve got to go.” you say controlled and bakugou throws his head back in annoyance, “need you wide awake on the field so you don’t get hurt. i don’t wanna see a scratch on your pretty face when you come back.”

that gets him putting you down, your feet finding the floor. since getting with you, he’s much more mindful of his recklessness and getting hurt. bakugou doesn’t want to scare or upset you. you’ve become his beacon of light, his conscience and answer.

“my pretty face?” he grips the handle to his bag, a smirk rising. he’s still taking in his last few seconds.

you nod, “yes. come home safe to me.”

“i always do. don’t have to doubt me, princess.”

the pet name gets you rolling your eyes to hide how it makes your stomach do flips. he undoes both your door locks and slowly opens it with his shoulder like it weighs a tonne.

as if it’s becoming real all of a sudden, you throw yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a cuddle under his hoodie. you feel complete once you stuff your cheek between his pectorals and you squeeze him tight as thick arms cradle you in. katsuki’s always warm and toasty, a tall standing mattress for you to fall asleep on.

despite you urging him to leave, it doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t ache.

“i’ll miss you,” you say, eyes squeezed shut.

you’re just as dramatic as him, you just hide it better. you’ll see him next week.

“i’ll miss you. gonna think about you when i’m on the camp site shittin’ in the woods.”

your laugh makes bakugou’s chest swell.

“you’re so annoying.”

he shrugs.

with all the power he’s ever possessed in one single time, bakugou lets you untangle from him.

“i’m gonna go now.” he looks down your empty corridor, “i could stay over tonight and leave in the mornin’—.”

“you’re not waking me up at three.”

he turns to you with a frown.

“fine. another kiss, to wish me well,” he demands.

that you can do.

a smush of your lips, you gripping his tee as his hand cups your chin.

“another. for good luck.”

you huff playfully but still you give him another kiss. one that has you opening your mouth and letting him slot his tongue in between. it goes on longer than you mean, with you dragging him closer and his hands land back on your hips.

it’s when he groans without realising, a hardening bump in his waistband pressing against your stomach.

“go now!” you say, pushing him off you and bakugou drags a palm down his face.

“fuck,” he breathes, shaking the horny off his body. not the time. “i’ll see you next week. lock the door behind me. all of them.”

“i always do!”

he flickers down your body, one step into the corridor. 

bakugou bites down on his bottom lip, “i love you. can’t wait to see you again.”

you awe, gripping the door and peeking out, “i love you too. i’ll keep you updated. even send you some selfies.”

bakugou nods rapidly, “please. i won’t be able to reply quickly but i will.”

“okay, i’ll see you later.”

he’s about to step away, he swears he is though he looks back at you peeping at him.

“one last kiss then i’m outta your sight,” he promises.

you eagerly pull out from behind the door, “last one! then you have to go!”

“yeah, yeah, yeah—,” he’s rough in the way you love, placing a palm flat on your back to pull you into him. you practically fall into his arms but quickly you’re up on your tiptoes.

it’s a kiss with the energy that it could be the last one you ever have. a hero going off on a mission and leaving his beautiful girl back home. though this isn’t one of his high risk ones, heck he’s going on his own because he’s so capable. yet still the day he returns feels like forever away.

you practically eat each other's faces, unable to stay appropriate down to your last moments together. you twist to the left as he goes right, holding the back of his head so he stays close. he’s not shy to push his cock into you, letting you know all the ways he will miss you.

it’s loud and messy. it’s trying to remember every inch of him so you can recall it in your nights alone. it’s bakugou groping every part of you he can get his hands on so he can mark you as his.

your blonde sucks on your tongue and you don’t mean to palm him but he ruts into you at the contact. you moan as pleasure sparks beneath your skin, the length of him growing cupped in your palm. you’re wondering if there’s time for another session even though he was meant to leave two hours ago.

the kiss only ends because you’re both breathless, using your last breaths to connect with the other. there’s giggles from you and three extra pecks before you force yourself to step away, using your front door as a shield from your riled up boyfriend.

you watch as he adjusts himself, rolls back his shoulders in a stretch and tries to screw his head on straight.

“goodbye now. for real, kats.”

he nods sharply, stretching his jaw side to side. “bye baby. i’m hard now.”

“that’s your own fault for begging for more kisses,” you grin.

he pouts, “how couldn’t i when you look like—,”

“bye katsuki. my tv is calling me!”

“fuck,” he groans, holding onto his bag strap and throwing his head back, “bye princess.”

comments n reblogs are appreciated. part 2 comments are deleted.

[singse]

aang with a breeding kink...aang who's just discovered the mating press while looking through certain air normad scrolls...aang who instantly becomes awkward around you because every time he sees you, he envisions folding you in half and fucking you deep enough for the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix...

"are you okay, aang?" you ask after you catch aang staring at you for 3rd time in an hour. "you look pretty tense. whatcha thinking about in that head of yours?"

aang who can't tell you that he's currently thinking about you sobbing his name, scratching deep red lines into his back as he makes you take it. all while he's murmuring desperately about how he's gonna make you pregnant—

"aang?"

"oh! um! i'm fine, i'm fine!" aang coughs nervously, trying to hide the sudden bulge in his pants. "just...thinking about avatar stuff."

yes...avatar stuff.

[holydayaria]

flattering or gross : guy that keeps getting annoyed with porn because he can’t find an actress that looks similar enough to you

[winter-pear]

you tell izuku you’re only dating him because his dicks big and he cries and has pouty sex with you for three days until your brain breaks and you agree to date him more seriously

[winter-pear]

you’re covered in hickies and bruises, your cunt is sore and your clit is swollen, you’re aching and shivering and izuku force feeds you water by drinking it and spitting into your mouth. and in the middle of being made to cum for the ?? time in a few days he has the nerve to whine into your neck and babble for hours

“i like you, you get that right? i want to be good to you and make you happy so you should let me do that. don’t run away from me, let’s date proper okay? if you say yes i’ll forgive you.”

[bfbkg]

"by popular request for whatever reason girls and gays here's the person you've been waiting to meet"

All they can see at first is katsuki's legs and grey sweatpants before he sits down on the fluffy pink chair obviously too small for him. He smirks and waves a bit at the camera with his gold toof sticking out

"Hey, baby" and he gives you a kiss making you playfully roll your eyes.

The chat is blowing up like crazy with comments like

"CONGRA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭TULA😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭TIONS😭😭😭😭😭😭"

or

"Involve me."

Or

"I can't decide if I want to be y/n or be with her please send help "

okay this is big nom but i wanna give more detail and maybe do it a little differently !!!

sex podcaster reader x pro hero bkg

you didn’t have to convince your boyfriend to be a guest on your sex podcast. once the photos leaked of you and him walking into his agency with his arm around you, you knew the internet wouldn’t stop talking about it.

compilations of clips of you talking about you and your boyfriend in bed and how your boyfriend pleasures you sexually. none of this bothered you for the fact that you keep everything educational, none of it is bad and most importantly— none of it is false. if anything it’s good promotion for your pro hero boyfriend to get a boost on the charts by the women’s vote, everyone loves an attractive caring man who treats his woman good.

a month has passed since the photos and you and bakugou have only laughed about it. the stupid tweets, the private dms from his fans and your listeners. videos of bakugou shirtless training becomes a comment section of:

“oh yn definitely wasn’t lying.” “you can see his outline in his shorts. no wonder his girlfriend has to prep for hours beforehand.” “yn is so lucky you know he’s good at it.”

you ask him once, “would you ever wanna come on my pod? i keep getting comments about it.”

bakugou pushes his glasses up his nose and stuffs his black clothes in the washing machine. he’s crouched on the ground in a grey vest and shorts. so gorgeous.

he looks up at you through his lenses, “about time you’ve asked me!”

“you’ve wanted to? you’ve always been—,” you put on a deep voice, “my privacy! i give them everythin’ and they still want more!”

bakugou chuckles, rising to his feet and starting the washing machine. “i don’t sound like that.”

“you do,” your eyes squint as your cheeks rise in a smile.

“i’ll go on your pod if you want. my publicist spoke to me about it a few weeks ago and said it could boost my popularity. but mostly ‘cause i’d be fuckin’ sick at answerin’ dilemmas.” he grins.

you huff a laugh, the swirl of the washing machine starting smoothly behind him. “dynamight, second on the charts with his body count of three giving sex advice? sure.”

“shouldn’t be shamin’ me for how many people i’ve had sex with. that goes against your whole pod, baby.” he lightly flicks your forehead.

“i wasn’t shaming you!” you follow after him as he steps out of his utility room, “if anything i’d love to hear what you have to say.”

“i’ll be the voice for the big dicked.”

you lean back on your green single sofa chair in your studio. you’ve got bookshelves behind you of your favourite educational sex books behind you. kama sutra ones, sex encyclopaedias, dictionaries and scientific books. you keep your awards on the shelf, so very humbly, that you’ve gotten over the years and your youtube plaque stuck up onto the wall. your favourite though is your art print of flowers that definitely make out a vagina and for this episode only, you’ve added a little dynamight figurine right beside your anatomical vagina figure.

you hold your microphone to your mouth, adjusting the wire on the floor and putting your feet on your chair to get comfy.

“if you’re watching, you’re probably wondering why i have an empty chair beside me or if you’re normal you’ve already read the title of this weeks episode and you know who it is.

but today i’ve got a very special, very personal guest. some of you may know him as being loud and annoying but unbelievably brave and strong.”

you’re staring at your guest behind the camera, a giddy smile on your face as you sing his praises.

“you’ve probably seen him on your tv screens and social media. half naked underwear adverts, on the news channels restraining a villain or complaining about something on those post fight interviews. though to me,” you hold your mic close to your face, “this man is the love of my life. the sweetest, smartest and most caring. he lives to tend for me and keep me happy. i didn’t expect this from him when i first met him either. he makes my life so so easy and beautiful and like you all keep talking about in my comments, yes, he gives me amazing head and yes, his dick is massive.”

there’s a loud chuckle off camera.

“so with that being said, today’s guest is the beloved dynamight though to me my gorgeous boyfriend, katsuki!”

“is that my cue?”

“that’s your cue.”

your large pro hero body shuffles into the frame. first only his black jeans are shown before he slumps into the single seat sofa chair. it’s clearly too small for him, unable to spread his legs like usual and both his arms are strewn over the arm rests.

bakugou doesn’t complain though, grinning at you with his mic on his stomach.

“that’s the best intro i’ve ever gotten. i love you,” he replies muffled for the viewers.

“i love you too but mic to your mouth, baby.”

“oh yeah, gonna have to remember that,” bakugou tucks the mic under his lip. deep and husky, “hey baby.”

he’s in a black compression tee to match his jeans. it makes his waist look snatched, his shoulders broad and his teeth white. his hair is styled like usual but what always gets you is his glasses. usually for reading before bed but you’re happily greeted with them. (he said beforehand he’s wearing them to look smarter when giving advice. really it just makes him look sexier.)

“hey ‘tsuki. how are you? my listeners have a load of questions to ask you.” you smile back at him, not even realising how you bite down on your bottom lip. “you might need to turn off your media training today.”

bakugou says every word to you, speaking like it’s just you two, without the cameras or screens or your soundwoman in the corner.

“my publicist hates me because i’m not media trained. this is the best place for me.”

“you say this now but you’re going to hate the personal questions.”

“as long as they’re not too much in our business.”

if you have any questions or dilemmas you wanna ask bkg and yn…. let me know!

[tteokdoroki]

streamer bakugo stay with me

yes yes i think bakugou is an indie twitch streamer … who goes by dynamight… and plays a lot of horror or story-based games. poppy playtime, the last of us, the walking dead games, life is strange. yess yess, he gets rage baited so easily there are so many clips of him making the wrong decision and when a character dies he just gets up from his setup n takes a lap round the room cursing lmaooo

he’s very interactive w chat but not in the parasocial way he’ll chat with them and tell them not to ask him dumb shit, easily rage baited by them too it’s so funny. “fuck off. i’m not fuckin’ 52 i’m 25.” or “stop callin’ me unc i’ll fuck your shit up so bad.” and also “okay, so. now you’re banned. how’s that.” he’s sooo funny. bakugou bans people soooo easily you’ll see them begging him on twt to be unbanned. thirty min complications of him on YouTube getting baited by his viewers.

collabs with his friends only and he’s super cute and giggly in them i think he has a really sweet giggle that his viewers loveeee so much and he shyly tells them to shut up. mario kart tournaments with kirishima and kaminari and sero which he always loses LOL

he’s always streaming in cosy clothes and hoodies so i think his community doesn’t believe he’s jacked and they make fun of him for it. bakugou one day starts streaming in his tight black tees and someone comments “holy sleeper build.” and he gets sooooo cocky about it — flexes and stuff, puffs his chest over the screen.

“didn’t wanna show off ‘cause i knew you’d all be fuckin’ thirstin’ over everything.” he’s kinda bashful and smirks slow and sexy red eyes sweeping over his twitch chat. someone donates and sends one of those vocal messages ‘show us them tiddies bitch.’ And it actually makes him laugh, like proper laugh. one of his most viral clips from his streams. handcam streams often after that lmaoo

also he hates when people backseat him during games, i think katsuki really likes decision based gaming to liked to analyse the options, big fan of immersive game play and world building/character relationships. so when people skip ahead during times when he’s trying to figure out a puzzle or something he’ll genuinely pause the game to tell people off. “shits fuckin annoying. tuned in to watch me play the game now you’re playin it for me. okay.”

the onlyyyyy time he’s ever allowed back seating is when you, a smaller streamer, join his chat and he’s playing through something — looking for a code to figure out a puzzle and you sweetly comment: “it’s in the top left!!!”

katsuki only notices because he once did a raid on your stream ages ago and thought you were adorable, playing your cosy games and showing off your tomodachi life island and ever since he’s been watching you in secret on his alt account. recognises your twitch handle by heart now.

“thanks, gorgeous.” he grins after reading your comment or listening to it if you’ve donated for him to see it. then he moves on and his chat goes CRAZY cause usually he’s strict as FUCK. people clip it sooo fast, ‘dynamight flirting with smaller streamer????’ it goes viral instantly and you get sooo much attention to your streams it makes you anxious.

you get a dm on twt from dynamight’s streamer account a few days later. “down to collab some time?” and nearly lose your mind <3

[bfbkg]

Bkg who never drinks but gets drunk one night n all the guys are talking about sex and giving advice and denki asks bkg for his opinion and they all start dogging on him thinking he doesn’t know shit…

bakugou is only drinking because you’re on holiday right now with your girls. without you around, his whole routine has gone out of whack. no visiting you after work or picking you up from your writing class. no lounging on your sofa as he cooks you fancy pasta in your tiny kitchen with your roommate next door. he saves some for her also.

bakugou feels like a train run off the tracks, a zombie in his body, all the colours in his world have fallen flat.

so he’s taken to one of the most popular vices, alcohol with his buddies. his buddies aren’t helping. kaminari doesn’t know how to please this new girl he’s seeing and kirishima thinks he’s suitable to give advice. the third beer bakugou has downed makes them less annoying. just a smidge.

bakugou leans his head on the back of kirishima’s sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. his beer fisted on his knee. you’re probably leaving the beach now, in that pretty striped bikini you snapped a photo of a few hours ago. you said you were going to sunbathe, eat snacks, listen to music and read your book. group solo time you said. he wishes he was with you now.

“and i know she’s going to leave me for it,” kaminari whines into his palms, “b-but i tell her that i can keep going but she says no she’s fine. i think she finds it awkward because i just came and she hasn’t.”

kirishima knocks his empty can on his coffee table. it’s surprising he’s even got one in his only basic necessities needed bachelor pad.

“you don’t finger her at the beginning? eat her out? girls love that.”

bakugou looks at his phone. no notifications from you. he huffs.

“why are you huffing and not helping me! i’m crying for help here!” kaminari moans, then burps right after. bakugou winces. “i do all the foreplay! she doesn’t come during that either!”

bakugou entertains him. he swings his head on the sofa to look at one of his longest friends. “the fuck are you doin’ if she’s not comin’ when you’re eatin’ her?”

even though kaminari asked him, he and kirishima turn to look at bakugou with these slow drunken blinks.

“hah? what?”

“what do you know about….” kaminari starts.

kirishima leans forward to his best friend, truly interested in his answer, “sexually pleasing women?”

“what are you two idiots on? obviously i know.” though bakugou flushes red at the topic.

sure he’s not the most experienced in womenkind but he is in one. he knows what you like.

“wait how—,” kirishima starts but kaminari cuts in with desperation neither men have seen before.

“kacchan how!” he cries, hands clasped together and shaking in bakugou’s face. “how do i make my lady orgasm?”

bakugou’s quick to push kaminari away, having him fly to the other side of the sofa but still, he looks to him for answers with eager eyes.

“get the hell off me!” bakugou says then remembers to check his phone. still no text from you. not even an update on the sunset on the beach? a selfie? damn. he shuts his device and looks to his friends. “the problem is you idiots callin’ it foreplay. touchin’ her is sex.”

“kacchan!” he urges.

“fuck! i usually eat her out and when she’s close, i add in my fingers. shit has her comin’ down my wrist on command.” bakugou blurts like the words were dragged out of his throat. then his blush deepens. he takes a swig of his beer.

kaminari’s mouth gapes open, “what the fuck? tell me HOW. in DETAIL!”

“who?” kirishima asks, tilting his chair to look at bakugou properly. “why didn’t you tell your brothers you had a girlfriend?”

“none of your fuckin’ business.”

“i bet you told deku!”

“fuck off about deku…,” then bakugou sighs. no notifications, “i met her through round face. she told him.”

“guys we’re going off topic. tell me how kacchan.” kaminari asks, about to crawl into bakugou’s lap.

bakugou shrugs. large motions all huffy and dramatic.

“it’s f-fuckin’ instinctual,” bakugou rubs his eyes. alcohol and thinking about your pussy around his friends. this wasn’t how he was expecting his evening to go. “i just suck and lick at her clit. i’m loud and messy with it… she likes that. stick my tongue in her, kiss her thighs. i dunno i just do everythin’. then when she’s about to come, she gets all grabby at my hair, pushin’ my head into her so i finger her. she explodes with these cute ass squeals.”

“shit, man,” from kirishima.

“damn kacchan… feel like i needa be making notes.” kaminari inches towards bakugou and bakugou grunts, spreading his legs to get comfortable. “but wait, before that, what happens? and what’s the technique when you give head? a—and your fingers—,”

it’s the alcohol that makes bakugou really consider his questions. thinking about you softens him, gets him warm and fuzzy inside.

“my woman told me that foreplay starts in the mornin’. she likes when i kiss her awake and sweet talk her. cute texts during the day. cookin’ for her and havin’ a plan for the evenin’ even if it’s watchin’ a movie. means when we start makin’ out on the sofa she’s climbin’ all over me, grindin and feelin’ for my dick.”

bakugou looks his friends up and down. “i don’t do all that to get my dick wet though. i do it ‘cause i like seein’ her happy.” then after frowning, “i do like eatin’ her pussy. i miss her.”

kirishima feels the urge to open hinge and messaging his matches. he wants whatever his best friend has.

“where is she?”

“on holiday with her friends.”

“why didn’t you go?”

“i said with her fuckin’ friends. i’m not her friend. why would i be there?” he snaps.

kirishima shrugs. “can we see a photo? what’s she look like?”

bakugou can do that. he goes into his photo gallery. he’s got so many photos of you to choose from.

“do you alternate between small licks and big licks? and your fingers, what’s the motion?”

bakugou rolls his lips in pondering, “big one at the start just to taste everythin’. then small licks on her clit. whatever gets her moanin’ loud.” he lazily flicks through selfies of you, “i curl my fingers inside her. brush against her insides.”

“and—,”

“this her.” bakugou thrusts his phone in his friends faces.

it’s a selfie you took yesterday on a boat in your striped bikini. the sun beams down on you beautifully, making you glow while the sea is bright blue behind you. you’re smiling, squinting slightly from the sun.

“don’t look too goddamn hard!” he barks once two heads duck closer to his phone.

“what’s her name? she’s gorgeous?”

“oh wow!”

bakugou doesn’t have a chance to answer when his phone is overcome from a phone call, showing your first name and last name.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” bakugou whips up from his seat, “she hasn’t called all day. i’m goin’ into your bedroom. don’t wait up for me.”

bakugou storms into kaminari’s bedroom, answering the phone in haste, “baby, finally. i’ve been waitin’ for you to call… no, i’m not drunk…. just a lil.”

once the bedroom door clicks shut, kirishima sighs, “i’m gonna get back on hinge… actuslly maybe ochako has some friends for me?”

“shit! i didn’t ask what he cooks yn! or what does he mean by curl?”

[heich0e]

actually one more thing. i know for a fact that suna is so unbelievably well built and he acts annoyingly fucking nonchalant about it but you make the mistake of mentioning one time that he has a sleeper build bc he's constantly dressed in athleisure and he's like "i'm built like someone you wanna sleep with? damn that's crazy. so like when were you thinking specifically?"

[luffysprincess]

Dry humping but doggy style

[mintmatcha]

....sukuna haaates condoms... he'll be spooned behind you, forcing one leg up and over his hip so your pussy is spread. he's pushed your panties to the side so he can bully your pussy. two fingers, walking back and forth again you clit, make embarrass, sloppy sounds. the tip of his cock throbbing against your thigh, wet dripping from his slit.

"Come on," he rumbles into your ear. "Let daddy inside."

[rosesforshoto]

men who close their eyes and hum a little when they suck on your clit

[crushmeeren]

may i add men who kiss your clit like they’re making out with it

[mintmatcha]

sexpollen but both of you HATEEE what's happening and just cant stop your bodies

[mintmatcha]

"you're disgusting," as you wrap your legs around his ass. "stop cumming in me-- oh, my god--"

"Stop cumming on my cock!" he's ramming into you as hard as he can, slamming the headboard into the wall with every stroke. "cant pull out when you're dr-dripping down my balls and... god, fuck, when your body does that-"

his head dips down to suck your tits into his mouth and the sensation makes your body twitch and kick-

warmth pulses inside you

"I can feel it, that's so gross," you whine. "i hate you-"

"I hate you more-" he grunts.

[lunebrew]

and i do think he would look even better sandwiched between my legs with his cheek pressed to my inner thigh looking like a kicked puppy

[tteokdoroki]

lovie drop your katsuki aftercare thoughts

first thing he does is grab you some water. katsuki runs super warm and when you have sex, it’s hot and it’s sticky and it sears you both from the inside out. he gets so sweaty, his kisses burn despite how wet they are so i think he rolls off to the side of you, chest pink as it heaves n he either has to get up or he comes prepared with water by his bedside cause he doesn’t want you to overheat and he also doesn’t want to leave youuuu

he watches your chest rise n fall, and then carefully lift you to either lay back against his chest in his arms or against the pillows — doesn’t wanna agitate you if you’re soreee :( then lifts the bottle to your lips to help you chug n kinda giggles if you’re gulping it down fast. “c’mere, drink.”

“i can do it myself katsuki.”

“don’t care, drink up.” and bakugou is just smirking proudly as you drink every last drop probably making some smug comment about how he wore you out… that sexy lopsided grin of his and you have to slap him in the chest to look away before you choke on your drink cause he’s making your tummy turn inside out. he’s lowkey bossy with it but it’s nice to be directed :(

“you okay?” bakugou is so big on words from you like he does all the action he just needs to hear from you if you’re good. won’t take your sweet ‘mhm…’ for an answer. “words please, pretty girl.”

“i’m good, promise.”

“you’d tell me if you weren’t?”

“yes katsukiiiii.” also he checks what you liked and what you didnt like, i feel like he wants to learn you more and more despite having been with you for years. if something makes you uncomfortable or he senses that it wasn’t right in the moment, bakugou seeks to change it and make it better for you next time. he just really wants to please you so if you say you hate something i think he’d be okay with never doing it again if you didnt want to. just wants that open pillow talk dialogue.

“how was that for you?” he’d say, a little shy, tracing over your tummy maybe wiping you down with his shirt while there’s a bath running in the background — last thing he wants is for you to get sick.

“good, i came really hard this time.”

and then katsuki smiles, tender over your thighs. “i know, was fuckin’ pretty. love seeing you cum, make this cute face baby.”

“i liked that too, when you called me pretty and your sweet baby.”

“noted.”

then after he’s wiped you as clean as he can before your bath (he’ll make you go pee trust trust) — katsuki will inspect you for marks or bruises. i think he’s always got some kinda cooling lotion lying around in his draws for when times get to rough on either of you and he’ll check if anything is partially bad around your love bites and where he’s been holding you… also checks for spark marks cause he gets carried away.

“you’re bruisin’, gripped you too when you were on top.” wiping his nose a bit, lashes soft against your tummy cause i know he’s got his head lying against it. “i’ll get some aloe.”

“noooo, i like them, they’re sexy ‘n make me feel like you really wanted me. like a reminder.”

“that so? i should give you more then…” he purrs and like tackles you into the bed — on top of you once more but he’s pressing really soft kisses all over your face and wherever he’s bitten you. his nose scrunching adorably cause he’s laughing :( giggly boy has the sweetest laugh especially around you. “always do, want you so bad. all the time.”

[singse]

"Where's Momo?" Aang asks, coming into the living room in a bit of a panic. It's been over an hour since he's last heard or seen the lemur and that's odd for Momo.

Usually, Momo is either hanging around Appa or trying to steal his hidden stash of lychee nuts. So the quietness has been unnerving and Aang would like it to stop.

You peer up from your book, comfortingly sprawled out on a cloud of pillows on the floor.

"Momo?" You ask before nodding down at the lump in your shirt. "He's been here with me the whole time."

Aang's panic visibly fades, a relieved sigh leaving him. "Thank the spirits," he says. "I was beginning to wonder—" Aang pauses. "Wait, where is he exactly?"

You lift up your shirt to reveal a happily sleeping Momo who is nuzzled between your breasts.

Aang's right eye subconsciously twitches.

That's his spot.

The twitch doesn't evade you, your lips quirking up in a knowing smile as you say, "You can share, Aang."

"They were mine first, though," Aang grumbles, pouting before dramatically falling next to you, cushioned by the pillows. "And he's already had an hour so it's my turn now."

You laugh, amused. "If you say so," you reply before gesturing to Momo. "You gotta move him, though."

Aang snorts, already reaching for Momo.

"Easy as airbending."

That proves to be false when, not even a minute later, a shocked Aang ends up with a scratch on his hand and a still sleeping Momo remains on your chest.

You do feel bad for laughing, if that's any consolation.

[rosesforshoto]

shouto and the way his two big palms hold your thighs down as he eats you out. the way he’ll move your hands to grip his hair instead of the sheets, because he enjoys the sting in his scalp when you pull. because he knows how good he’s making you feel when it hurts that much more for him