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kiss | bakugo, k.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, yearner!best friend!katsuki, fem!afab!sheltered(ish)!virgin!reader, implied oral sex, mention of condoms, kissing pussy through underwear, kissing, makeout, mention of sex, fluffy, friends to lovers, love confession, reader has hair, swearing, reader has parents, erections, both katsuki and reader are in early 20s
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account. the reason why i posted this despite it being more recent is because. the dialogue is already colored and im lazy to edit other things
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: best friend bakugo notices you can't handle kissing scenes
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~1.2k
you always cover your eyes when a kissing scene in a movie or show comes on.
it's a habit, one instilled into you by your parents since childhood. that's why, as you and your best friend, katsuki, watched a romance together for the first time, you hadn't even noticed you were still doing it until he pointed it out.
“what are you doing?” he asks, confusion lacing his voice. he shoots you a sideways glance.
you peek at him through your fingers, before slowly lowering your hands. “…nothing,” you mumble. usually when the two of you watched movies, it was him who would choose what to watch— selecting some sort of action-packed film that was so quintessentially boyish and therefore perfect as background noise for when your brain would turn off. needless to say, when you brought up your request for movie night this week, you were rather surprised with how easily he obliged, perhaps more than he was with what you picked out. he simply just expected you to actually watch it, rather than spend most of your time hiding your face from the screen.
his eyebrow lifts, still concerned. “you good?”
“yeah, yeah,” you nod, eyes flicking back to the tv. as if on cue, another kissing scene pops up and your hands reflexively raise to block your vision. the look from katsuki is already expected.
an embarrassed sigh escapes you as you decide explaining things would be easier. “okay, when i was little, i wasn’t allowed to watch kissing, so like now, i don’t know what to do when it comes up as an adult… like if i should watch or look away.”
katsuki's lips purse. “what do you when you actually do it?”
his typical bluntness somehow catches you off guard, and your face swiftly heats up. “i don’t. or like, i mean, i haven’t done it yet.”
“…you for real?”
“stop,” you huff, “don’t even.”
content warning: uhhh bakugou is borderline toxic, possessive sex, public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, mention of masturbation, sex in the bathroom of a club (take a shot whenever i say sex), biting, both parties are obsessed with each other don't get it twisted
best friend!bakugou who's a little bit obsessed with you.
he’s always touching you. during movie nights he’s got your feet propped up on his lap, his hand wrapped around your ankle, his thumb digging soothing circles into the bone.
18+
“I fuckin’ knew it.”
Katsuki’s voice is a low rasp against the shell of your ear, and he chuckles quietly as you squirm in his lap. He squeezes your thigh, the tips of his fingers tucked beneath your skirt.
Shinsou Hitoshi stands nearby, an unlit joint tucked behind his ear. He laughs at something Kaminari says, dragging a hand through his tousled hair before briefly letting his gaze trail across the room.
And you think Katsuki’s hand slides just a little higher up your skirt on purpose the moment Shinsou makes eye contact with you.
It’s been a little game between you and Bakugou as of late—the fact that he got you to admit you’d be into a threesome. That you’d want it to be with someone in your friend circle.
You just haven’t told him who.
He’s been slowly eliminating candidates, though he was convinced for days straight that it had to be Mina.
But it’s your heartbeat now that gives it away, and you want to kick yourself for not realizing that’s why Katsuki’s had his hand casually resting on your chest all night.
He kisses the corner of your jaw now, teeth brushing against your skin. “Heard he’s got a big dick.”
You swallow. Because yeah, you’ve heard, too.
“Think you can take us both at once?” Katsuki’s nose brushes behind your earlobe.
“Kats—“
“Why am I even askin’ that,” he mutters, and you can practically hear his smirk. “‘Course you wanna be stuffed with two dicks.”
You squeeze your thighs together as you start to feel a little breathless.
“But the real question is…”
It feels purposeful, the way Bakugou trails off when Shinsou approaches the two of you.
“…same hole, right?”
You swallow hard, chest hammering with a rabbit’s heartbeat.
Shinsou holds out the joint, offering you and Bakugou a hit. Bakugou shakes his head, but he looks a little too goddamn pleased with himself when he inclines his head toward you and adds, “She likes to shotgun it, though.”
(And if anyone thinks it’s a little odd that Shinsou’s tongue ends up in your mouth while you’re sitting in Bakugou’s lap—)
(—well. It makes sense later, when the three of you leave together.)
you kabedon suna and watch him almost come undone on the spot, full body tensing up, the tip of his ears blushing, accidentally filming all of it (and replaying it later over and over again when he's back home, pants barely unzipped before he shoves his hand down, stickiness from when he came into his pants earlier)
vs
you kabedon osamu and he just cocks his head to the side and holds your gaze, almost bored if it weren't for the hungry gleam in his darkened eyes; who just goes "are you done? did you have your fun?" with a leg sliding between yours, nudging them further apart, "is it my turn now?" before your knees go weak
bakugou needs. sooooooooo many kisses. are u guys aware.
dropping this here and skedaddling
so uh. this is my roman empire.
(also i became 100000000x worse over it when i realized he's on his knees, not sitting in a chair)
bakugou's started with naughty omfnejkk can we get nice 🥹
best friend!bakugou ditched out early from a hero gala where he was supposed to be receiving an award to pick you up from the airport (because your loser boyfriend fell asleep and wasn't answering your calls).
♡ naughty or nice game
18+
“You don’t have to—Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Katsuki cuts himself off, his careful tone tapering off into a low, choked out groan.
His hips stutter, and a gloved hand skirts the side of your face.
You glance up at him, blinking in an innocent way that wholly contradicts the way your lips are currently wrapped around the tip of his cock.
Katsuki drags a hand through his hair, exhaling a ragged breath. So you take him deeper, revelling in the uncontrolled twitch of his fingers against your jaw.
“I just fuckin’…” He inhales sharply as your tongue circles his tip, spit-slick fingers wrapped around his base, “…got done patrol. Gotta shower or—”
He loses the rest of his sentence somewhere between your hand cupping his balls and the sticky, messy splatter of spit that drips onto the kitchen’s tile floor.
Katsuki’s still in his hero suit, boots and all. His mask is pushed up over his forehead. Smudges of dirt and ash stain his cheeks and neck.
He smells like sweet smoke and gunpowder.
And you’ve barely seen your husband over the past week thanks to the double shifts he’s been pulling.
So it might be just past two in the morning.
He may have found you asleep on the couch when he got in and quietly kissed you on the forehead.
Perhaps you woke up and found him in the kitchen downing a glass of cold water, your heart caught between fondness and affection and that familiar hot, dizzying rush of attraction and arousal that hits you like a truck every time you see Katsuki in his uniform.
The floor tiles are cold and hard against your bare knees. And while you don’t mind, you can practically hear your husband’s predictable internal battle as he agonizes over the discomfort of your position while you’re in the process of sucking his soul out through his dick.
“Baby…” He trails off weakly, voice strained, limbs moving as if he intends to pull you up off of the floor.
You ignore him and grasp his hips, taking him deeper and relishing in the thick weight of his cock on your tongue, the taste of him, the feeling of wet, slippery arousal dripping into your own panties.
His cock stiffens, flared tip rubbing against your cheeks as his balls begin to seize up.
“Fuck,” Katsuki chokes out, hips stuttering, hands gripping the edges of the marble countertop while he spills his release into the heat of your mouth.
You’re still kneeling on the floor at his feet when Katsuki looks down at you after he comes to, chest heaving, eyes hungrily following the bob of your throat while you swallow his cum.
And before you can move, you’re flat on your back, Katsuki’s gloves tossed aside as he climbs on top of you, cups the back of your head, and kisses you hard.
bakugou katsuki x f!reader — 18+, omegaverse
There’s something soothing about the feeling of your tongue lolling against the column of Bakugou’s neck. It’s comforting—lapping and suckling at the slick, salty tang that coats his warm skin.
It settles the restless whimpering of your hind brain that’s been pacing anxiously since the onset of your heat.
You let your teeth sink into his soft skin, biting down, and you begin to salivate at the taste of him as he groans, hips shifting upward. He’s still buried inside of you to the hilt, sticky cum dripping out with each movement while you continue to straddle his lap.
Because the thought of being empty right now—
“You’re so needy, you know that?” Bakugou’s teasing voice is a little hoarse as he exhales, hands splayed over your lower back.
His hands slide down, grasping your backside, and he slowly grinds up into you.
“Katsuki—“ your voice is a small, muffled sound while you drool into the crook of his shoulder.
He inhales sharply, and suddenly there’s a sharp press of teeth scraping over the supple skin just below the corner of your jaw. You whine when he doesn’t let them sink in, doesn’t bite down hard enough to—
(You’re too gone in the haze of heat to be embarrassed over the way you’re practically begging your best friend to give you his mating bite.)
His tongue presses into your skin. You tilt your neck, exposing it further to him. Beckoning.
There’s something like a growl that rumbles in his chest as his nose caresses the spot instead. “Not like this.”
A pitiful, needy sound slips out of you.
His thumb strokes your swollen clit, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as pleasure shudders down your spine. Bakugou’s mouth slides along the curve of your jaw, lips hovering over yours in an open-mouthed kiss.
“Ask me when you’re not cock drunk,” he says, tongue sliding over your bottom lip. “When you understand what it is that you’re asking for.”
His fingers curl around the side of your neck, thumb swiping over the sensitive spot that aches for the claim of his teeth.
“I need—“ you gasp as he starts to slowly thrust up into you.
“I know, baby. I know,” he huffs in amusement, and the fondness in his tone feels dangerously close to that of a lover.
Bakugou’s mouth finds that spot below your jaw again, and he grasps your hips, each rough stroke of his cock growing deeper, sloppier.
He kisses you there, his lips wet and hot on your skin as the heady wave of pleasure building up inside of you explodes in a white-hot crest, and you come for him again with shuddering, whimpering gasps.
shinsou thinks it’s kind of funny—the way his quirk gives him a seemingly infinite breadth of power, should he will it.
people think he’s dangerous.
and he could be, maybe. if he wanted to.
but it’s ironic, all things considered, that you don’t even have a quirk. and yet—
“hitoshi.”
(that’s power, he thinks. the way the sound of his name on your lips alone can bring him to heel like nothing else.)
tit sucking with best friend!kuroo send tweet
(he doesn’t believe you when you tell him you can cum just from having your tits sucked.)
(even if you weren’t already predisposed to nipple orgasms…you think you have cum anyway just from the sight of kuroo’s half-lidded eyes on yours alone, the feeling of his mussed hair beneath your fingers, the rough groan that slips out of him when his lips close over one of your pebbled nipples.)
IF YOU WANNA KNOW HOW (I CAN SHOW YOU RIGHT NOW) miya osamu x f!reader — 1.3k, best friends to lovers speed run, drinking games, dry humping
⏵⏸ spicy sleepover: press play | requested by @sodaneko
“Lap shots!”
“Lap shots!”
“Lap shots!”
A chorus of cheers and chants rings out around the table, and Osamu shoots you a look before letting out a long-suffering sigh in the direction of his brother, Suna, and Bokuto. He takes a sip of his whiskey, sucking his teeth in annoyance after he swallows.
The two of you and Akaashi are the only sober ones, and this is Osamu’s first drink of the night. But you know you’ll be hard-pressed to turn down the game on Atsumu’s birthday.
(It’s Osamu’s birthday, too. Obviously. But his part of the celebration was a nice, low key dinner at an izakaya earlier. The club you’re currently at was all Atsumu.)
You get the entertainment of watching Bokuto climb over Akaashi, who’s quick to move his glasses out of harm’s way before he snatches the plastic shot glass clenched between the former’s teeth and downs it himself with a roll of his eyes.
“Cheater,” Atsumu complains.
hi dee :3 i'm a big fan of your writing and ginormous brain, and i love the spicy sleepover concept you've got going !! (sorry for not popping by earlier, i'm a lil shy hfjhdj >~<)
this wknd could i humbly request that you expand upon a certain roommate!kuroo.. omg that post has been living in my brain non-stop for the last 48h.. 🙏
(hihi thank you so much you're so sweet<3<3<3!!!!!!)
night swim
tetsurou kuroo x f!reader
c: 18+ only, pining, roommate!kuroo, semi-public sex, pool sex, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie
SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — HEAT WAVE EDITION
It shouldn’t be weird—treading water after hours in the city pool with Kuroo under a blanket of stars and one dull, flickering street light just outside the chain link fence, the air still thick with the unrelenting humidity of a week-long heat wave.
It shouldn’t be weird that you’re swimming in your underwear, Kuroo’s bright idea to hop the fence and dive in mid-way on your walk back to your apartment from the convenience store too enthusiastic to deny. Too tempting against the uncomfortable, lingering prickle of heat and sweat on your skin after the two of you spent all afternoon trying to fix your one and only shitty, busted air conditioner in the living room.
Kuroo’s been your roommate for nearly two years now, and you’ve accidentally seen each other naked more than a dozen times at this point—it’s become an occupational hazard you’ve long-since come to terms with.
(At least, you’ve lied to yourself enough to say as much.)
⟢ pairing: kuroo x reader
⟢ genre: fluff
⟢ wc: < 1k
⟢ a/n: oh I miss him :((
“Thanks for letting me use your shower.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem. How long will yours take to get fixed?”
“Trying to get rid of me already?”
“Aw, how did you guess?” you say, rolling your eyes. “Actually, I’m just asking because I know it must be a hassle having to come here just to shower.”
“Maybe I should just move in at this point.” Kuroo sighs, shutting the bathroom door behind him as he enters your small kitchen, dressed comfortably in sweatpants and a black t-shirt with a fluffy white towel draped about his shoulders. He leans against the counter beside you as you busy yourself with cooking eggs for breakfast, watching fondly as you focus on the task before you. “The landlord told me that the plumber should come over in a couple of days.”
“First your heating, now your plumbing, whatever next?” you chuckle.
“i love you.” suna murmured against the top of your head.
the words were whispered so softly that you wondered if you had even heard him right — if he had even realised that he had announced his thoughts out loud. but then, like a tide rolling back to the shore, the same words escaped from his lips again.
you knew he loved you.
everyone did.
in fact, he couldn’t pass a single day without one of the twins making a remark, teasing him about just how downbad he was for you.
still, it almost felt surreal to hear him say those three words out loud for the first time. not in some extravagant way, but with a quiet sincerity that made your heart clench.
you propped yourself up, relieving his body of your weight as you hovered just above him, caging his tall frame between your arms.
“rin?”
suna hummed in acknowledgement, looking up at you through heavy lidded eyes. his gaze darted down to your lips for a split second, and that was all the notice you had before his fingers tangled into your hair, pulling you down. his lips met yours in a soft but earnest kiss, shoulders immediately relaxing against your touch.
Glad you're here – Kyotani x reader wc 651 – gn!reader
Kyotani never had anyone cheer him on for a game since he joined the Sendai Frogs. Tsukishima’s friends and brother would be there every other game, despite his ungrateful attitude, and Koganegawa had a lot of family and friends come see him, so he pretty much always had someone. Meanwhile, Kyotani would just busy himself with warming up and keep his eyes on the floor or the net, brushing off any comfort his teammates might try to provide.
You and Kyotani had not been dating for very long. It had grown from something shy to something sweet, but you were both new to the whole open affection thing and preferred dates in the safety of your homes. It’s not that you didn’t go out at all, you’d been to the cinema just the other day, and that morning you’d grabbed a coffee together before he had to go to work.
Still, he never asked you to go to his games. Just the thought of asking for it made him grumble in fluster, worried it was too much to ask for or somehow a weird thing to want.
Who openly admits they want someone to cheer for them, and them only?
You were none the wiser of his mental struggles and decided to surprise him by showing up to his game.
Kyotani warmed up as usual, but there was this odd feeling like he was being watched. It shouldn’t be odd, he was in the middle of a volleyball court and they were about to start, lots of people could be looking at him, but this was different. His heart was beating faster, and he slowly turned around, eyes searching the stands.
And he found you almost immediately.
Because he didn’t know you were coming and couldn’t give you his jersey, you wore a frog-themed bucket hat. The neon green kind with eyes sticking out at the top. Their merch could be quite expensive, so you made your own sign with his name on it and lots of doodles around it, making it stand out. With a happy but unsure smile, you gave him a subtle wave, thinking that he might not want to make a big deal of it.
Kyotani took a long, deep breath and slowly let it out, before the biggest smile you’d seen on him yet took over his face. He held up his arm, knitting his fist and giving you a signal that he’d fight bravely.
You returned the gesture with a giggle that melted into the loud cheers from the rest of the crowd, but Kyotani knew the sound well enough that his mind provided the vocals.
Kyotani hadn’t played this hard in a long time. The commentators couldn’t keep his name out of their mouths, and all the cameras kept panning to him. Everyone questioned what got him so fired up until the whistle blew for their break. As if on command, Kyotani sprinted right in your direction, jumping over the divider and jogging up the stairs to your row. He had an urge to hug you, but stopped himself at the last second and ended up just staring at you and trying to catch his breath.
With a gleeful chuckle, you opened your arms, urging him to lean down and capture you in a sweaty hug. Koganegawa was making some loud comment somewhere in the distance, but Kyotani couldn’t care less, even knowing the cameras might have caught the vulnerable moment. He was just so happy to see you were there for him.
After indulging in the hug for as long as he could allow himself, but not nearly long enough, he stood back up with flushed cheeks and rubbed the top of your hat. “I’m really glad you’re here.”
You pushed his hand away playfully and lifted the hat back up so you could look at him, stars in your eyes. “Me too.”
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requested by @knoxing-around for don't forget me<3
thamk @cottonlemonade for helping me adjust the ending<3