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can't sleep? don't worry katsuki bakugo has just the right solution! <3
you felt like you were about to scream into your pillow. the alarm on your clock reading 3:34 am — meaning you weren't able to fall asleep at all until now.
what's even worse? your boyfriend practically looking like a statue, sprawled on the bed without any worries. meanwhile you didn't stop turning and tossing until now, too frustated to try anymore.
sighing you decide for the last standing option — waking up the man himself. everyone knew katsuki has a strict sleeping schedule, and that didn't change much even when you started dating, and honestly you resepect it.
but not today. if you weren't able to fall sleep in the next hour there was no way you could wake up on time tomorrow. so, having no choice left, you poke your boyfriend in the face. once — nothing. you do it again. he grumbles something in his sleep, still not really waking up.
not getting any other sign that he's gonna wake up, you start leaving kisses all over his face, until he's visibly twitching, eyebrows slightly furrowed. a last kiss on his lips seems to finally shaken him awake, as he lets out a confused groan against your mouth.
you pull away, now being eye to eye with katsuki, who was looking at you like he was pissed — but also worried.
"the fuck's wrong with you? it's the middle of the night."
he leans up, back against the headboard now, staring at you confused. you frown, moving to straddle his hips, your bare legs connecting with his.
his eyes narrow — still moving his hands to your thighs. "i can't sleep 'suki. think im cursed."
his expression visibly softens at your frustated tone, finally understanding why you woke him up so late. he moves his hand up to your face, thumb caressing the tired circles under your eyes.
"yeah? my pretty girl can't sleep?" you shake your head, leaning into his touch.
"let me help you. know just the right' thing to put you to sleep."
you couldn't even process his words, before he already flipped you onto your back, your head hitting the soft matress. he moves on top of you, knee between your thighs, so he doesn't crush you with his weight.
he leans in, kissing your soft lips, the kiss lazy. meanwhile, his hands move down your sides, pushing the oversized shirt on your torso up, exposing your panties.
his tongue moves lazily against yours, his hand parting your thighs, making enough space to fit. the moment his fingers caress your pussy over your panties makes you gasp in his mouth, back arching to meet his touch.
"my poor girl' couldn't sleep all night huh?" he murmurs against your lips, moving his kisses down your beck, sucking gently at the skin.
your hand moves to grip his hair — his hand slapping against your slick cunt. the material is clinging pathetically to your pussy, the layer of clothing basically useless at this point.
he doesn't rush his movements, just slowly pulling your underwear down your legs, his hand immediatly moving to touch your bare pussy.
"mhmm already so soaked'n perfect for me."
his fingers run up and down your folds, the action making you squirm under him, desperatly wanting more. it's like he's reading your mind because he finally takes a finger and slowly pushes against your entrance, meanwhile his thumb presses down on your clit.
you whimper quietly, your walls already clenching around his finger before it's even all the way in, making him groan.
"c'mon baby open up f'me."
taking a deep breath you relax around him — and he's finally able to push in two of his fingers without much resistence.
the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of you fill the room, his rymth lazy as his head rests in your neck.
"mhmm — 'suki feels so good." your voice is almost a whisper, the squelches of your cunt overtoning you. his thumb starts rubbing circles on your nub, never stopping his gentle thrusts.
"so wet just from my fingers." he sounds approving, free hand groping your tits, stimulating the sensitive nubs.
a small moan escapes your mouth, hips pushing up involuntary, looking for more pleasure.
katsuki looks like he's about to fall asleep — eyes half-lidded and controlled breaths leaving him. but nevertheless, he continues his thrusts, while still stimualting both your clit and nipples. you whimper, coming closer to your release, legs tensing the closer you get.
with a final push of his fingers, your pussy clenches around his fingers, you moan, cumming around his digits. he doesn't immediatly stop his movements, letting you ride out your high around him, only stopping when your cunt stops pulsing.
your breaths are shallow, trying to relax, but you're already half asleep. he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean before reaching for a small towel on the nightstand to wipe you clean.
when he's done he doesn't move away from ontop of you — the opposite, he puts his whole body on yours, caging you under him. you barely notice, already doozing off, the orgasm putting you right to sleep, him following shortly after.
seems like his plan worked.
i think katsuki would be so sweet about helping his girlfriend with studying. he knows balancing pro-hero work and college routines isn’t easy.
whenever he finds you at your desk writing away he likes to bake you something. he’ll say it’s cause he was in the mood to try a new recipe and just needed your opinion on the taste but deep down he loves seeing your eyes light up at the different desserts he makes for you.
strawberry shortcake. cinnamon rolls with caramel. chocolate chip cookies. brownies with heart shaped strawberries.
anything your heart desires, he’ll do it for you.
——-
“mmm” the goeey chocolate from the dessert melted onto your tongue, a taste you’ll never forget as you take in another bite
“this is the best thing i’ve ever had” it really was, well maybe top three given he always finds a way to try and compete with his most previous creation
“the best ?” his eyebrow quirks up
“mhm, what else could compete with this ??” your obliviousness for once working on your side as katsuki walks over to you and leaned in for a taste (not the dessert)
——-
“what’re you-“ your words tumble as your in awe at him removing his shirt
“i’ll be damned if a stupid dessert tastes ‘better’ than me”
[𝜗℘] :: sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone catches him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the gardens.
゛ tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size diff. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit. breeding. overstim. reader gets called ‘little girl, doll, slut’ :: wc. 1.5k
“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought.
the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
you feel sorry for the servants who’re doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches, acting like they’re not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance.
if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.
Please what? ᯓ★
wc: 4k ᯓ★
ᯓ★ warnings: dubcon, roughsex, loudmoans, overstimulation, creampie, sizekink, dumbification, breeding, possessive, tears. fem reader, southern coded, aggressive needy boyfriend.
pairing: eren x blackbimbo!reader
Description: after a long drive eren sneaks into your charlotte apartment after a long drive, finds you asleep in a thin tank and high-riding panties. one kiss turns into possessive night sex—he folds you against the headboard, pounds you deep and dumb until you’re crying, clenching, cumming loud for roommates to hear.

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Living room floor ᯓ★
warnings ᯓ★: black reader, southern accent, 18+ reader (19), best friend’s little brother trope, age gap (eren is 17), explicit sexual content, risky sex (people sleeping in the same room), unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, choking, light face slapping, ass slapping, teasing/edging, power play, possessiveness, aftercare, mild breeding kink elements, post-nut clarity
pairing: possessive!eren x black!brattyreader
Description ᯓ★:your best friend’s little brother has always been off-limits. he’s younger, cocky, and the one person you constantly argue with. but after a drunk game of twister and everyone passing out in the living room, the tension that’s been building for months finally snaps. sneaky raw sex on the floor while your best friend sleeps just a few feet away.
❤︎﹕nerdjo is soo fed up with you, so he... complains to your pussy?
“you,” nerd!gojo says, not to you, but to the part of him his six-inch-long fingers are devouring. “you’re always so quiet when she’s yelling at me. you could at least make a little noise for me then, y'know?”
you seize up, surprise and confusion hitting at the same time. “gojo, what the hell are you—”
but he only shushes you with a patronizing little tsk, thrustsing two fingers deep in you just to watch you moan while his other hand clamps over your mouth–firm enough to cut your words.
“i’m talking to her. not you.” his eyebrows furrow in that petty, childish pout he gets whenever he’s mildly inconvenienced, his bottom lip jutting out just the tiniest bit. “you see, baby? she always tries to interrupt. just like when i was trying to study and she snatched my notes and threw them in a pond. called me a useless nerd right in front of everyone.”
his long fingers sustain a languid rhythm, his sculpted chest heaving with a short, annoyed huff at the memory. when you jerk your hips to throw him off, the heel of his hand cracks against your poor cunt—a sharp, stinging smack that forces a wet squelch against his palm.
“and the hitting,” he continues, voice pitching into a whinier, petulant cadence. “you wouldn’t believe it. last week, i got a bruise on my arm.” he adjusts his angle, the pad of his thumb rubbing your clit in coarse circles. “just because i corrected her answer in advanced calculus. i was right! i always am! but she just likes making me feel small, doesn't she?"
stop it" you shove against his shoulders, but satoru doesn't even rock back. he just pushes his fingers deeper, the heel of his hand pressing roughly against you.
“no,” his bright blue eyes are huge and glassy, talking to your cunt like it’s his only friend. “she doesn’t get to tell me to stop. not after she made me do her entire literature thesis. not after she tripped me in the cafeteria, and my tray went everywhere. i had to clean it up myself.”
he pumps his fingers into you harder, the wet sound of your body fluids becoming obscenely loud. “you understand me, don’t you? you’re the only one who’s ever nice to me.”
“g-gojo, please...” you whimper, not even sure what you’re asking for. you’re so close, and the humiliation from this boy you’ve spent all semester tormenting only fuels it.
“s'okay,” he coos, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you can show her, right? show her what happens when she’s mean to me. do it f'me, baby.”
it’s the final, bizarre permission your body needed. you come, a hot, gushing release that soaks his hand, his wrist, the inside of your thighs. it sprays, pearly streaks against the white sheets.
satoru goes perfectly still. his whining ceases as he cocks his head like a curious puppy. he slowly draws his glistening fingers out, staring at the wet trails sliding down his knuckles with an expression of rapt, awe-struck wonder, as if he's just successfully completed a difficult laboratory experiment. a long, satisfied exhale escapes his plush lips, his broad shoulders finally relaxing.
"you did it," he breathes, his voice reverent. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, never breaking eye contact with the only thing that never disappointed him. he licks a stripe across his wrist, swallowing your fluids eagerly. “you did so good. congratulations. see? i knew you had it in you.”
he looks up at your eyes then, his azure gaze blazing with triumph behind his crooked glasses. a whiney, desperate nerd, glowing with perverse pride.
“see?” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw. “i knew you liked me.”
" hypnotize me, "
⋆.𐙚 ̊ synopsis -- you caught the king's attention one day, now you're the only one that can stop wars from happening. ⋆.𐙚 ̊ cw ! -- f!bellydancer!reader x king!katsuki, mentions of violence, casual vanilla smut; praise,talking thru it... some bulging..,, ⋆.𐙚 ̊ a / n -- shakira shakira
°❀.ೃ࿔* -- chimes and drums were your cue, the marble floors were your domain, the music flowed through you like water. kingdoms were jealous when they heard that Lord Katsuki had you in his royal court, his personal dancer, and you weren't leaving anytime soon.
you had made a name for yourself, travelled with the best dancers of the region. but when you set foot into Katsuki's kingdom, he knew well that you were his and you weren't allowed to leave. he gave you an offer you couldn't resist.
"stay with me in my kingdom, and I'll give you whatever you want - I'll do whatever you want. "
and who would say no to having the king at their disposal?
you lived lavishly in the palace. you had everything you ever wanted, and you were free to do what you wanted. you were no slave, and you made sure Katsuki knew that well. he had become more patient when you were around. more calculated, less impulsive.
some say it was a miracle, others call you his tamer. though, most believe it was the magic of the dances you perform that soothe the fire of his raging soul.
your bangles shifted against each other as you roamed the halls, admiring the portraits that were carefully painted by amazing artists. some of the palace, others of the past kings. and then there was one of you, in all your glory. Katsuki demanded it be done the second that you arrived.
"Where's my dancer?" Katsuki's voice was loud, just like an explosion, commanding respect in every room he entered. you could hear his advisors stammering excuses, and you knew well it would end with one outcome. "My lord, you have meetings and treaties to oversee, surely her performances can wait a few mere hours..?"
Katsuki leaned forward in his throne, his palms aching with the fire building up beneath them. "Do you want me to start a war today, advisor?" the poor man frantically shook his head, swallowing thickly. "No, no I-"
"Then go and get me my dancer."
every man in the room was frantic to find you, but you knew how to hide from them. just to make it interesting, making the hunt fun. while they searched for you, desperately asking around, you slipped your way into the throne room, approaching Katsuki. "I don't understand how you move so quietly with all of those jewels and bangles," he comments, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he stares at you.
he was entranced by you, your essence, everything that you had to offer. every time you danced, he would memorize your moves, try to expect which would come next, and you would always surprise him with new ones and different songs.
"It's a talent, something you learn, just like dancing." he could smell your scent more clearly now, almost taste it. it was a mix of incense and flowers, something else he couldn't quite place. he wouldn't be surprised if it was a drug specifically to torment him. "You learn how to silence your steps, slow your body down," his eyes lingered on your waist beads. "Calculate your movements. My eyes are up here, My Lord." he looked back up at you, just to stare right at your waist and thighs again.
"This one is more revealing." his hands lifted the fabric of your skirt, running his fingers over it a bit. "I like it." "Of course you do." he ushered you to his lap, patting his thigh. "I want you to wear it more often," his voice was low, much softer than it was earlier.
"It fits you perfectly. Just like how you're here, on my lap. Perfect." he pulls you in by the waist, running his fingers over the tattoos that litter your back and lower waist. "What's running through that mind of yours, king?"
he didn't answer for a moment, his eyes stuck on your waist. he put his hand over your stomach, pressing on it lightly. "Where my cock would reach inside of you." he was never one for sugarcoating, he was very blunt.
your cheeks reddened as you processed his words. "In.. In the throne room?" sure, you two have mingled once or twice, but never somewhere that you two could be seen.
he pulled you closer to his chest, so that your face was in the crook of his neck. "Of all the times I've had you under me," he slowly started to pull aside your panties. "I've never seen it." he mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "You'll help me, will you not?"
his hands didn't move until he heard your answer. "Y-Yes, my lord.." he nodded, pressing another kiss to your temple. "Good girl." Katsuki slowly inserted himself inside of you, letting out a soft groan as he felt your warmth. "So wet already," he muttered to himself.
he lowered your body slowly, giving you time to adjust to his full length. "There we are, such a strong girl.." he lifted your chin, kissing you slowly while his other hand moved your hips back and forth, your waist beads chiming softly and echoing across the large room, mixing with the wet noises of you two shamelessly fucking.
"K-Kats, what if they-" "They won't. They're convinced you're out there somewhere, and they won't stop looking until they find you. Don't focus on them, focus on taking me, pretty."
Katsuki had gotten restless, and switched positions with you. now you were pressed onto his throne, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusted in and out of you. the throne was a symbol of power, of the responsibilities that came with ruling a kingdom. and now, you two were defacing it without a care in the world.
Katsuki watched as you struggled to keep your eyes on him, smiling the whole time. "How precious, how adorable." he pressed another kiss to your forehead, glancing at your stomach and watching it bulge every time his cock penetrated you, bruising your cervix and leaving you a whining mess.
"Such a waste of pretty makeup," he crooned, wiping your mascara. "Don't worry, you'll get more."
૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡-- can you tell i got a bit lazee
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BROOOO I’M CREEEEAMING OVER THIS 🫠🫠😩😩
nerdjo’s high maintenance gf is his prettiest distraction !
I. DISTRACTION #1: NO KISSING IN THE LECTURE HALLS !
time: 8:46 am location: Curtis Lecture Hall I (CLH-I)
gojo satoru is typing one handed because his other hand is pressed between your thighs.
not that he minds. 8AM thursday means excel sheets & a cup of hot coffee to keep his bleary eyes open. gojo satoru is trying—trying to focus, but his pretty girl is talking a mile a minute and he’ll be damned if he didn’t reply to your every word.
“it was so hard getting out of bed today, toru,” you pout up at him, chin on his shoulder & gloss sticky on his sleeve. “i told kento to stop by and wake me up on his way to class. can you believe he didn’t?”
“i’m very proud of you for getting out of bed regardless.”
“thank you. it was very hard.”
you sigh against his shoulder. “he’s probably still mad i cussed him out,” you huff, reaching up to twirl the hairs on his nape. “all because i put him on cherry crush and he tried to act like he discovered it first.”
satoru’s eyes are still on his screen, so you squeeze his palm between your thighs to bring him back to you. “he’s so petty, toru.”
“very petty, baby.”
take the reins
✧ synopsis: what do you do when a wanted criminal comes to settle a grudge? fuck him, of course!
✧ pairing: outlaw! toji x farmer shiu's daughter! reader
✧ warnings: mention of blood, blowjob, corruption kink, inexperienced!reader, whore!toji, gunplay, humping, unprotected piv, cowgirl, backshots, hair pulling, cumshot, almost getting caught, brief begging and name calling (slut), dumbification, cockdrunk!reader, toji's massive. WC: 5.1k
✧ a/n: my entry for my gorgeous amazing talented wife @sextier's cowboy culture event<3
"won't you help out an old man, doll?"
you almost jumped at the sound of the man's low voice, head snapping in the direction from where it came from as the haystack in your hands stumbled on to the ground.
the man stood at the barn's entrance, leaning against it's wooden frame as one arm reached across his chest, hand gripping on to what seemed like an injury on the outer side of his arm. crimson stained the chestnut fabric beneath, and few of the top buttons of his shirt were left undone, revealing the muscled chest underneath.
"my goodness, who—what happened? how did you get in here?" you questioned. it's not every day a man stumbles bloody into your storehouse.
"heh, got a little hurt and saw you from out there," his voice was rough, though the grin on his lips only lured you to step forward, tempting. "thought a sweet thing like you might want to help me out."

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Your best friend Toji teaching you how to squirt
When the topic of “the most embarrassing thing your ex ever said in bed” came up. You laughed, told him about the one guy who kept asking if you were “close yet” like he was checking a fucking timer. Toji snorted laughing, “Bet none of ‘em ever made you squirt, huh?”
You blinked at the dumb shit that he’d just said. “Made me…what?”
He stared at you for a second, then barked out a laugh. “You’re shittin’ me. You really don’t know?”
You shrugged, cheeks burning. “I mean, I’ve come before. It feels good. But squirting? That’s…porn bullshit, not real life.” you laughed, kicking your legs up onto his lap. “Girls fake that shit for views.”
He sat up, elbows on his knees, looking at you like you were fucking crazy, “You serious right now?” You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, “Yeah, okay, Mr. Expert. You’ve made every girl you’ve fucked squirt then?”
He caught your ankle again when you tried to playfully kick his face, this time yanking you forward so fast you yelped, sliding you halfway onto his lap. “Hell yeah, everyone single one and the fact that none of those pathetic exes of yours ever got you there…kinda pisses me off.”
You opened your mouth to deny it, “Whatever. It’s not a big deal. I’m not missing out on anything.” Toji’s hand landed heavy on your thigh, slapping it, “You are. And I’m not letting my best friend walk around thinking she can’t squirt when I know damn well she can…Bet I could make you.”
Now your best friend had you pinned on his bed, shirt shoved up over your tits, shorts and panties dangling off one ankle. His palm strokes slow circles over your stomach, the other hand resting heavy on your inner thigh. “Relax, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, “You trust me, right?”
You nod, this was Toji. Your best friend. The guy who’s seen you ugly-cry over breakups and insults you about it. And now his fingers are sliding through your already slick folds like he’s done this a hundred times in his head. “Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he laughed at you. “Just from talking about it?”
You tried to glare at him, but it came out as a shaky breath when his calloused thumb found your clit and rubbed lazy circles. Your back arched off the bed, tits bouncing slightly with the movement since your shirt was bunched uselessly above them. “Shut up,” you moaned, as he pushed two thick fingers inside you. He leaned down, biting the side of your breast before sucking your nipple into his hot mouth.
“I—I don’t—” You gasped as he added a third finger, “It’s not gonna happen, Ji. I already t-told you—it doesn’t happen to me-e.” You’re soaked, embarrassingly so, as you bit your lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly.
“‘Cause you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing,” Toji growled, releasing your nipple with a wet pop and shifting so he could watch his fingers disappear into you. “Toji—wait, it feels…weird—” you whimpered, trying to close your legs. It was too intense, like you had to pee but a hundred times stronger.
He spits on your clit, then drags his tongue through your folds in one long lick before sucking your clit into his mouth. “That’s your body telling you you’re about to squirt all over my fucking hand like a good girl.” He spits on your clit again, three thick fingers stretching you open as he fucks you faster.
The slick sounds were louder now, as you tried to close your legs, but Toji’s broad shoulders keep you spread wide, his free hand pinning your thigh down, the other curling perfectly while his palm slapped wetly against your clit with every stroke so you couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensation. “Squirt for me like a good fucking girl.”
You begin to whimper desperately, “Toji—Toji I—oh my god—!” You shake your head, panting, “Ji, seriously—stop, it feels like I’m gonna—” Your back arches hard, tits heaving, nipples stiff and aching from his earlier attention.
Your whole body is trembling, thighs trying uselessly to snap shut around his huge fuckass shoulders while gushing squirts soak Toji’s wrist, his forearm, the sheets beneath your ass in a clear, messy spray. You whimper louder as your squirt splashes messily against his chest and stomach, “Fuuuck, there it is,” Toji groaned, watching with satisfaction as you made a mess. “Look at that. Keep going, good girl, that’s it.”
When he finally slowed his fingers and pulled them out, you were a shaking whimpering mess. He lifted his soaked hand to his mouth and licked off his fingers groaning. “Fuckin’ told you,” he said, voice rough with arousal.
Your pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers as the last weak spurts trickled out. You lay there panting, trembling, thighs soaked and staring up at him in stunned, blissed-out disbelief. “Told you it was real,” he rasped, “It’s a good thing I love provin’ you wrong.”
a/n: anonami u inspired this squirtin smut ily
turn the camera off! w/ katsuki bakugo <𝟑 .ᐟ
word count : 946 !
content : the tiktok trend where gfs record their bfs being all clingy without them knowing , pro-hero bakugo caught lacking , domestic fluff , one use of y/n
katsuki bakugo was not the affectionate type. at least that's what everyone thinks. so when mina tells you about a harmless tiktok trend that came up on her fyp, one where girls record their unknowing boyfriends being clingy, you couldn't resist trying it.
firefighter!toji who wants to start a family with you. corporate!reader. slight belly būlge. brēeding kiñk. married!toji & reader. māting press. mommy/daddy kiñk (slight?). @satoyesha
firefighter!toji fushiguro who really wants to knock you up and start a family with you…
firefighter!toji who sinks into you and releases a guttural moan. you clamp around him, sweet slick coating his dick as he bottoms out, thick and mean tip kissing your cervix. his head is in your shoulders as he further folds you into a mating press; plush legs thrown over his shoulders, and one of his hands placed on the side of your head, the other gripping your hips.
Notice me already, dumbass
Bakugo x reader (ONESHOT)
Synopsis: Bakugo doesn't know how to get your attention, and he doesn't want you to notice him for his brute ways—leading him to posting things on his story that he hopes you'll be interested in.
You've never noticed Bakugo's lingering gaze towards you in class—well how could you? You'd never know unless you have eyes at the back of your head since he sits behind you. Then again, you didn't notice either when his voice goes softer when talking to you during group projects.
He initially thought you were just dense, but you noticed immediately when someone from the support course started crushing on you—so why have you not noticed his crush on you?
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.

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I think Bakugo gives the best warm hugs >.<
You’ve always liked hugs.
You were that kid who would run up to people with your arms already open, who didn’t think twice about wrapping yourself around someone just because you felt like it, because hugging felt good, simple and warm and grounding in a way nothing else really was. You never really grew out of it, never learned to hold back or second-guess whether it was “too much,” because to you it never felt like too much,it felt right, it felt warm, it felt like the easiest way to exist around people you liked without having to overthink anything.
You used to joke that you got it from Olaf, the whole “warm hugs” thing, but the truth was you meant it more than you let on, because hugs were simple and real and didn’t ask anything from you except to be there.
Hugs were easy.
Hugs made sense.
But hugging Katsuki Bakugo?
That was something else entirely.
Because it shouldn’t make sense.
He’s all sharp edges and louder-than-necessary words, all scowls and attitude and that constant underlying tension like he’s always one second away from snapping at someone. He’s not soft, not gentle, not the kind of person anyone would look at and think yeah, he probably gives nice hugs.
And yet,
He does.
And out of everyone—hugging Katsuki Bakugo was your favorite.
You noticed it the first time you hugged him, really hugged him, not one of those quick, joking ones you give people in passing, but the kind where you actually press into him, arms wrapped properly around his middle like you’re settling there for a second instead of just brushing by.
It was warm.
Not just body heat, though yeah, he runs warm, always has, but something deeper than that, something steady, solid, like being wrapped around something that doesn’t move unless it chooses to. His shirts always feel a little softer than you expect too, worn in just enough, and he smells—God, he smells good.
Like caramel and something faintly smoky underneath, something that lingers when you pull away and makes you want to lean back in again just to check if it’s still there.
It doesn’t match him.
It really doesn’t.
And maybe that’s why you like it so much.
"You’re doing it again.”
His voice pulls you back to the present, low and mildly irritated, but not nearly enough to make you move, not when your arms are already wrapped around him from behind, your cheek pressed comfortably between his shoulder blades like you’ve done this a hundred times before.
“I’m hugging you,” you mumble, not even attempting to let go, your grip tightening just a little out of habit.
“You’ve been hugging me for five minutes.”
“And?”
“And that’s too long.”
“It’s not.”
He exhales sharply through his nose, like he’s about to argue, but he doesn’t actually make you move, doesn’t peel your arms off or step away, just stands there, stiff for a second before settling again, like his body has already accepted this is happening whether he likes it or not.
“…You’re clingy,” he mutters.
“I’m affectionate,” you correct, shifting slightly so you can rest more comfortably against him, completely unbothered.
“That’s the same thing.”
“It’s not.”
He clicks his tongue, but there’s no real bite behind it, no actual push to get you off, and that alone is enough to make you smile a little against his back.
“…You’re warm,” you say after a second, softer this time, more like you’re thinking out loud than actually trying to start something.
“Obviously,” he replies immediately, like that’s a stupid observation.
“No, like really warm,” you insist, your voice quieter, more thoughtful, your fingers curling slightly against his shirt without realizing it. “It’s nice.”
He doesn’t respond right away.
And that’s how you know he heard you.
“…You’re weird,” he says finally, but it comes out less sharp than usual, less like an insult and more like something he’s just stating because he doesn’t know what else to say.
“Yeah,” you agree easily, because that’s not new.
You stay like that for another second, maybe two, before you tilt your head slightly, pressing your nose a little closer to his shoulder without really thinking about it.
“…You smell good too.”
He freezes.
“…What.”
You blink, pulling back just enough to look at the side of his face, completely serious.
“Like caramel,” you explain, like it’s obvious. “And something else. I don’t know. It’s nice.”
There’s a pause.
A long one.
“…Why are you sniffing me,” he says slowly, like he’s trying to process that sentence.
“I’m not sniffing you,” you protest immediately, even though you kind of are. “I just noticed.”
“That’s literally sniffing.”
“It’s not intentional.”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
You huff quietly, but you don’t let go, don’t even loosen your arms, because if he really wanted you off, he would’ve made you move by now.
He hasn’t.
“…You give the best hugs,” you say after a moment, softer now, more honest than teasing, your voice settling into something quieter, something that doesn’t feel like a joke anymore.
That’s when he goes still.
Like he didn’t expect that.
“…You hug everyone like this?” he asks after a second, his voice lower than before, something unreadable slipping into it.
You shake your head slightly against him.
“No.”
“…Good.”
You blink.
Pull back a little more this time, enough to actually see his face, your brows lifting slightly.
“…What do you mean ‘good’?”
He clicks his tongue immediately, looking away like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“Nothing.”
You stare at him for a second.
Then your lips curl into a small, knowing smile.
“…You like it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
His eyes snap back to you, sharper now.
“Don’t start.”
But you’re already leaning back into him again, arms wrapping around him just as easily as before, like the conversation didn’t just happen, like this is just how things are between you.
He exhales quietly, something between annoyed and resigned—but his hand comes up anyway. Settles against your back.
And that, that’s more than enough.
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