Katsuki Bakugo would literally rather die than let another man handle something as simple as installing a garbage disposal.
Like, imagine your kitchen sink is dripping, and instead of bugging your lovely boyfriend for the hundredth time, you decide to hire a professional. I mean, the guy's busting his ass every day; the last thing you want to do is inconvenience him with is your household repairs, right? Seems considerate enough.
But the second he finds out you called someone? Oh, fuck no. You barely have time to explain before he's landing outside your house, marching into the kitchen, toolkit in hand. Suddenly, it’s not about the sink anymore—it’s about his pride.
"What do you mean, you called some random guy to fix it?" he snaps, wrench in one hand. "You don't just invite strangers into your home."
You shrug, trying to stay calm. "Well, you’ve been busy, and I didn’t want to bother—"
"I don’t care if I’m up against the biggest villain of the century; you call me!" he snaps, already crouched down and grumbling about how professionals don’t know shit.
Katsuki insists on doing it all himself, but you’re nicer than that. So, being the kind soul you are, you take on the role of flashlight holder. All those years of helping your dad with repairs is finally paying off, as you keep the beam steady, illuminating the sink while Katsuki works.
“Make sure you shine it right here,” he says softer, tapping his finger against the pipes.
"Thank you, baby," you reply when the job is finally done, but instead of a warm smile, your boyfriend shoots you a look.
"Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, pushing himself up off the floor. "Just don’t pull this stupid crap again."
i feel like i’m cursed forever but other than that i’m doing alright
there's something so hot about turning a normally composed and proper man into the cutest whimpering pathetic version of himself
"He's a drawing..."
Yeah? So? I want his drawn dick inside me and a little speech bubble to pop up next to his head saying "nggh... f-fuck..."
I’m too in love with this fic-PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS READ IT
On the wrestling to grinding w/ best friend Kyo, your head resting on his forearm as he's leaning on his elbow above you, other hand on your hip. Wet kisses trailed up your neck and his hot breath fanning across your cheek. Every now and then there's a particularly rough thrust as he murmurs apologies in your ear. This isn't how he wanted it to go with you but he can't bring himself to stop
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, best friend!kyojuro rengoku, fem!reader, modern au, slight size kink, play wrestling -> dry humping pipeline, premature ejaculation. sub!kyojuro implied but the dynamic isn't too prominent in this one.
A TV drama debate quickly turned into playful shoving, which naturally turned into roughhousing, a common practice between you and the man you've known since you could walk. The show is paused in the background, illuminating your bodies in the darkness of your living room as you wrestle on the couch you were previously cuddling on.
You continue to argue over the protagonist's love life, though you put too much weight into a lunge, sending both of you tumbling onto the floor. Ouch.
“Oof!” Kyojuro grunts, the wind temporarily knocked out of him as his back meets the carpet, and your body follows, falling atop his.
He rolls over, caging your body beneath his, undeterred by the tumble and you're reminded of just how big he is. He isn't the gangly teen you remember pushing around anymore, but a grown man. It's difficult to reconcile that dorky teen with the pile of muscle he's become. Jeez, when did he bulk up so much? And as you clutch uselessly at his bulging biceps to shove him off you, you can't help but feel him up a little longer than necessary.
Kyojuro's warm weight atop you is all-consuming, sapping the strength from your limbs his body heat melts into yours. Still, you twist in his hold, ignoring the fluttering in your chest to capture him in a headlock. He knocks your arms out of the way, hands sliding beneath you to grip your shoulders, and one of his muscled thighs hooking beneath yours to prevent you from kicking.
You huff, unable to do much but squirm. And squirm you do, never one to give up.
He loves your fire almost as much as he loves the way you pout when you lose. Before he can gloat, your hips shift over his groin at just the right angle. Kyojuro's bulge is almost perfectly lodged between your thighs, the warmth between them radiating through your clothing. His breath hitches, muscles tensing in response before a violent shudder overtakes him.
Though he fights to regain control of himself, his cock throbs in his pants, and Buddha he hopes you can't feel him getting hard. You'd tease him endlessly for it, he's sure of it.
Get a hold of yourself, Kyojuro. His eyes pinch shut, cheeks ruddy with warm blood as he feels his body fill with fire. When his golden eyes re-open, he's met with an expression on your face that nearly makes him moan aloud.
Your brows are twisted in concentration, perhaps to hide how flustered you are by his proximity. Your lips parted slightly, chest heaving from the exertion of your scuffle. Buddha forgive him, his body moves without thought, hips rutting against yours. His swelling erection drags deliciously over your clothed cunt, eliciting a deep rumbling groan that vibrates his whole chest.
Your nails prick into his back, leaving behind red crescent moons on his skin and fuck that feels good too.
Kyojuro murmurs a slurred apology, dipping his head down as his shame paints his cheeks red. Even as he apologizes his hips won't stop, and the feeling of his warm breath on your throat makes you shiver. The shock of the realization that your best friend is humping you leaves you gaping stupidly, and for some reason, you don't tell him to stop.
You don't punch his shoulder and laugh it off, only stare with widening pupils as the blond all but ruts his hardness against you like an overeager puppy. Why is this so hot? Wrong in many ways obviously, but it’s intoxicating nonetheless to see him unraveling this way. And God, his cock, even through his joggers you can feel how thick he is.
“Kyo,” you began, a protest on the tip of your tongue but your breath hitches as his lips meet the tender flesh of your neck. "K-kyojuro, what are you doing...”
“I can't stop. I'm sorry, I unnnh,” Kyojuro nearly whines, his hand sliding down from your shoulder to grip your hip as his enthusiastic thrusts start to shove you across the floor. "You feel so good.”
“Don't say things like that, idiot,” you hiss, though even as you scold him, you can feel yourself getting slick. His leaking tip nudges your clit just right and you can't stop the soft sound of approval from escaping, nor your legs from locking around his bucking hips. "Fuck, don't stop.”
His cock twitches, aching against your pussy as your perceived acceptance of his desperate act sends him into a frenzy. His weight presses further onto yours, trapping you between his heavy body and the floor. When you toss your head back, his forearm cushions it.
“Love you. Love you – ohh.”
This isn't how he wanted this to go, how he's always imagined himself confessing his feelings for you. But he can't deny either of you this maddening friction, every single rational thought stolen away by your gasping moans.
“Can feel how big you are. Shit, c’mere.”
Your fingers wind in his flaxen hair, gathering it in your fist close to his scalp and tugging his head away from your neck to slant your lips over his. Your clumsy kiss is electric, all he’s ever imagined it would be and not enough all at once, and his hips stutter against yours. He shakes all over, eyes rolling back with a choked cry into your mouth as he abruptly cums in his pants.
“Sorry, I’m… fuuuck,” he whimpers against your lips, the feeling of your tongue slipping past his parted lips forcing another spurt out of him. “Ah. Hmm, wow.”
His half-lidded, apologetic gaze meets yours, a bead of sweat dripping down his hairline.
“What the fuck,” you start, half-chuckling half in disbelief of what just happened. His face burns with the humiliation of not only humping his best friend like some pervert but also blowing his load from you kissing him, like a loser. Before he can apologize again, he takes in your dilated pupils and the way your hips still undulate beneath his heavy weight. “That was so hot.”
In his post-orgasmic haze, he can only groan in response, pressing his face into your shoulder.
“And pathetic,” you teased, and for some reason his softening cock twitches. And of course you notice, because he’s still slotted against your cunt, which is no doubt a sloppy mess of your own slick beneath your clothes. You hadn’t cum, but you hardly care, still on cloud nine from simply watching your favorite person unravel.
“So cruel,” he huffs, nipping at your shoulder in retaliation.
“You like it. A bit too much apparently– yeowch!” another, harder bite follows, and you erupt in giggles as his thick digits dig into your sides, tickling you. “Touchy. Now are you gonna get up and let me fuck you properly, or are you too tuckered out, pretty boy?”
The way he scrambles off of you and starts pulling at his clothes is way too cute.
I think whoever named worcestershire sauce that should have the worst tummy hurty ever
Touch starved catboy who can't go 10 minutes without rubbing up against you 🐱❤️
okayyy but has anyone thought about pussy eater kinich??? bc i have and i must speak my truth. or i just need my pussy ate. one or the other.
i don’t think kinich is a virgin, but he’s not that experienced. and he doesn’t feel the need to have sex, it’s not really interesting until he meets you.
he’s hooked on you like bees on honey, constantly asking you to come over so he can fuck all the energy he has into you in every different position.
and there comes a day where you tell him he’s gotta learn how to eat it! he fucks good yeah, but you miss the feeling of a tongue prodding around you, so you decide to teach him. and my god is he a fast learner.
the speed he has isn’t only limited to his body, tongue flicking and twisting fast in and out of your hole as his nose bumps your clit. in serious contrast to the way he behaves, he eats it absolutely sloppy. egregious noises, your slick coating his smooth face and chin as he hums into your cunt softly shaking his head in your heat.
he also likes the way you cum differently depending on what he does. if he takes it slow, you gush hard, slowly dropping out your climax against him as it ruins his shirt.
but if he’s feeling extra impatient, he’ll nibble down on your clit, pushing a finger or two in and curling them just where he knows you like, causing you to squirt. and he’ll smile after, watching the embarrassment wash over your jittery body as he dives back in for one more.
it even gets to a point where hell show up unannounced, god help you don’t lock the door. he’ll barge in and see you on the couch. then quickly take his place on the floor in front of you, offering wet kisses through your panties to get you going. and it always works.
he also can’t admit that it’s not necessarily all he enjoys, he loves the way you tug at his hair, call out his name. he might just have to make you his one of these days, ensuring that no one else has access to the treasure trove that’s between your legs. you (and your pussy) are just like a drug to him; he’ll keep coming back for more.
Hey(with the intention of making you murderously possessive of me)
Vampire whimpering and moaning while he drinks your blood and he gets all breathless as he tells you how good you taste and also he’s jacking off the whole time. Think about it.
saw a cute pic and immediately started to redraw with them ( ended up spending way too much time on this I don’t know if I like the style I went with ) 🫠🩷