Childhood ‘friends’ (you Thought He Was Gross At The Time) To Lovers Katsuki (you Love With All Your

Bakugou who just loves to look at you when you’re getting ready, it’s like he’s in a trance. As your putting on your clothes, doing your hair and makeup his eyes will never leave your figure till you’re done. He likes to get ready fast first so he can see you get ready. The first couple of times his eyes are on you, you get flustered and shy and tell him to stop looking at you while you’re getting ready. He’ll just grunt and mumble how he isn’t looking at you and looks away from you, but not even a minute later his eyes are drawn back you. As time passes you’re soon used to his eyes staring at you, now you love it and get giddy when he looks at you. Making getting ready feel intimate and special. He will never get sick and tired watching lovely you get ready.

Please , one where Reader and Jake wanted to take things slow by dry humping

(I might actually go crazy)

hot. I need this man so bad it’s NOT even funny do not play with me anymore.

⚠️ smut (mdni), dry humping, curse words, cumming in pants, nerd!jake x popular reader ✉️ wc. 1043

Jake’s glasses slide down the bridge of his nose again, and you watch him push them back up with a quiet sigh. His pencil moves quickly, writing numbers and formulas like he’s actually enjoying this. You, on the other hand, are five seconds from throwing your textbook out the window.

You flop back onto your bed with a groan. “Jake. I’m dying. I can feel my brain leaking out of my ears.”

He doesn’t look up. “You said you needed help with derivatives.”

“I said I needed you. Not math.”

That gets his attention. He blinks up at you, cheeks already turning pink before he even opens his mouth.

“I—uh—I mean, we haven’t gone over limits yet, and I thought maybe we could…” He trails off as you crawl off the bed and settle right into his lap, legs straddling his thighs.

“Can’t we take a break?” you murmur, resting your hands on his shoulders.

Jake goes still. His hands hover in the air like he doesn’t know what to do with them, and his eyes dart everywhere but your face. “You—um—this is… kinda a lot.”

You tilt your head. “Do you want me to move?”

“No!” he blurts, then clears his throat. “I mean—no. You’re okay. I just… you know I’m not really good at this.”

“I know,” you whisper, brushing your fingers through his hair. “And I like that about you.”

His ears turn red. “You do?”

“Mhm.” You shift slightly, and he sucks in a quiet breath. You feel the way his thighs tense beneath you, how his hands finally settle on your hips, hesitant but there. “I like how you’re always so focused. I like how you think too much. I like that you didn’t try to kiss me until I made the first move.”

He lets out a shaky laugh, eyes finally meeting yours. “You’re really not helping me focus, you know.”

“That’s kinda the point.”

He swallows hard, and you can feel the way his breath hitches when you lean in closer, noses brushing. He’s nervous—you can see it in the way his lashes flutter, the way his fingers curl slightly into your waist—but he’s not pulling away.

“Do you want to stop?” you ask softly.

He hesitates. “No. I just… can we go slow?”

You smile. “Of course.”

And when you kiss him, it’s gentler than usual. Slower. But you feel him lean into it this time, like he’s starting to want more too.

You pull back just enough to catch your breath, your fingers trailing along his jaw. His cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from your kiss, and when you look at him, his breath is shallow, eyes wide with the mix of confusion and desire that’s clearly taking over him. There’s a tension in the air, thick with anticipation, but also the weight of hesitation.

“I like being close to you like this,” you whisper, your voice barely a breath against his lips. His chest rises and falls under your touch, and you can feel how fast his heartbeat is through his shirt. Your hands drop from his face, trailing down his chest to his waist, where your fingers brush against the waistband of his jeans. His body stiffens beneath you at the contact, and you smirk, feeling the subtle shift beneath your own body.

You pull him closer, your hips pressing into his, and the instant friction between you two makes you both freeze for just a moment. It’s so slight, but the pressure is undeniable—the way his body reacts to yours. You feel him—hard, firm against your thigh, and the realization hits you like a jolt. He’s reacting to you, and even though he’s still hesitant, you can see the battle in his eyes. He’s not pulling away, and that’s enough to make you want more.

“I think we should stop,” Jake whispers, his voice trembling just slightly. “I—I’m not sure…”

But before he can finish, you grind against him—slow, deliberate, and enough to make his breath hitch. The feeling of him pressing against you makes everything inside you ignite. You throw your head back, your manicured fingers tangled in his hair as you feel the heat in your core grow. You’re not sure if it’s the way his body is reacting to you or the fact that he’s still holding back, but it makes you want to push him further, to see how much more he’ll give you.

His grip on your waist tightens immediately, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your shirt, pulling you even closer. His head tilts back slightly, and you notice the way his chest rises faster, as if he’s trying to regain control, but it’s clear he’s losing it. The way his body tenses and the heat radiating from him—he’s not immune to this, not by a long shot. 

You can feel it—the unmistakable pressure, the hard length pressing against your hip. It’s not subtle, not when it’s this close. He’s reacting, and you can feel it against you, his body betraying the hesitance in his voice. It makes your heart race, knowing that despite everything, he’s still here, still with you.

“Jake,” you whimpered, your lips brushing against his ear as you move against him again, this time a little more firmly. You can feel him his cock twitch under you, and the sound he makes—low and almost broken—sends a rush of heat through your own body. You bite your lip, resisting the urge to moan yourself. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to feel good, you know?”

His breath hitches again, and you see his hands tremble on your hips. He’s still holding back, still unsure, but the way his body moves against yours is enough of a confirmation. You press down again, this time with more force, feeling him hard against your stomach. It’s there, unmistakable, and you can’t ignore the way your body reacts to it.

You watch him closely as you move, his chest heaving, his eyes flickering between you and the space between you. His body reacts to yours in ways that make it clear he’s trying to keep his composure, but you feel his control slipping more with each press of your hips against his. It’s a slow build, but it’s building, and it’s all-consuming.

He shifts beneath you, his hands sliding from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as his hips jerk upward slightly. It’s subtle at first, but then he does it again—slow, hesitant, but more purposeful this time. You gasp, and the movement sends a shock of warmth through you, a tingle spreading throughout your body.

You can’t hold back anymore. You rock your hips harder, pressing your body fully against his, and the feeling of him—so hard against you, so real—makes everything inside of you ignite. His breath catches in his throat, his hands gripping your back like he’s trying to anchor himself to you. The pressure builds, and you feel a wave of heat between your legs, the undeniable ache growing stronger.

Jake groans, low and guttural, his hands now firm on your hips, urging you on. His body is moving with yours now, the rhythm slow and deliberate, and you can feel every inch of him as he shifts beneath you. It’s like a slow burn, building little by little, until the tension is unbearable. You can’t help but move against him, faster, harder, chasing the feeling that’s building between you both.

His breath is ragged now, and you can see the way his chest rises and falls with the effort of holding himself together. His hands are sliding down, fingers skimming the fabric of your jeans, and for a moment, you think he might pull away, but instead, he pulls you closer, grinding into you with more urgency. His lips find yours again, desperate and hungry, as the pressure between your bodies intensifies.

You feel the tension in him now, the way his body stiffens, the way his breath hitches in his chest as he tries to control himself. But there’s no holding back now. His hips move faster, and you feel it—his release building, the pressure in his body mounting with each movement.

You can feel Jake’s breath shallow against your lips as his hands grip your hips tighter, urging you to move against him with more urgency. His body is reacting to yours in ways that make your heart race. You press your hips down, the friction between you two building the tension higher, and with every movement, you feel him grow harder beneath you.

“Oh gosh—I’m gonna cum” you breathe out, your lips brushing his as you continue to move against him, your body pulsing with the rhythm. You can feel his restraint slipping, the control he’s been trying to hold onto fading with each second.

His eyes darken, the mix of hesitation and desire clear in his gaze. “Fuck, YN…” His voice is strained, almost desperate. He’s trying to keep it together, but the way his hips snap up against yours says otherwise. “I—fuck, I can’t—”

Before he can finish, you rock your hips against him one more time, and that’s all it takes. His body stiffens, a low groan escaping his throat as he cums inside his pants, warm sticky liquid spilling everywhere. Your eyes roll back as you feel the warmth through the fabric of your clothes from your orgasm, the tension breaking between you both, leaving you breathless and tangled together.

For a moment, the room is quiet, just the sound of your breathing filling the air. Jake’s hands are still gripping your waist, holding you close, as if he doesn’t want to let go.

“You okay?” you whisper, your chest rising and falling with each breath. You’re still pressed against him, his body still warm beneath you.

Jake looks up at you, a mix of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes. “Yeah…” His voice is rough, the words heavy with the aftermath of everything that just happened. He gives a soft laugh, shaking his head. “That was… unexpected.”

You smile softly, brushing a lock of hair away from his face. “I told you… we could take it slow.”

Jake smirks, pulling you in for one last kiss, this one slow and lingering. “Slow… but not that slow,” he mutters against your lips.

TWT PORN LINKS // SMUT‼️| Katsuki x f!reader !! Katsuki’s birthday special | ib: @missdynamighttt <3

“Y’like it when I stroke my cock between your ass like this hm? Fucking freak, should’ve known you’d be into this shit huh? Good fuckin’ girl..“

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“What do you think you’re doing? You wanna make shit in my kitchen lookin’ like that huh? Lemme fuck that perfect ass while you cook babygirl..”

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“Fuck.. so messy, good fuckin’ girl.. come on, it’s my birthday, right? Give me a good present my little slut hm?”

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“God, I love these fucking tits so much, so soft. I just wanna leave marks and bite your pretty nipples.. Y’like that shit huh baby? Let me know you do..make those noises babygirl..”

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“Mmm.. you’re so soft, you did this f’me? How sweet…let me suck on those sweet tits of yours while you ride my cock..baby girl..”

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You’re thighs are so pretty, f..fuck..Y’like it when I fuck em’ like this hm baby?.. you’re pretty tits fit right in my hand mama.. fuck im about to cum all over you’re thighs baby, y’ready..mmm?

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“Baby you’re so beautiful, you like it when I eat you out like this..hm? M’gonna eat you like my last fuckin’ meal babygirl, spread those perfect thighs more sweet girl, I need to taste you better. Y’like when I use my tongue like this y’slut? Speak with words not sounds baby.”

Thank you for reading + watching cuties 💕 Please do not steal, plagiarize my works~ ty baby <3 Happy Birthday Katsuki 🧡 

me when the devastating fanfic I chose to read is actually devastating

Explosions in the Rain - K. Bakugo

When you were four years old, you were physically Katsuki Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

Your Quirk was Precipitation, which allowed you to control and manipulate water, but specifically water from the atmosphere or the air around you, such as the rain. For as long as you could remember, whenever Bakugo created those annoyingly loud and intrusive explosions of his, you would also gather the water particles in the air around you and drop water at his hands to stop the explosion. You effortlessly pissed him off to no end, especially when you would always stop him from bullying Izuku.

He hated it; how you got so used to stopping him from creating his explosions to the point where you could even predict when, where, and how he was going to use them. You read him like a book, and he despised it. He despised how well you knew him, despised how perceptive you were despite only being four and the same age as him, and despised how you made him feel weak.

When you were twelve years old, you were mentally Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

It’s already been established for the past eight years that you had grown completely and utterly familiar with Bakugo and his Quirk. But twelve was a difficult age for everyone; most people were entering puberty, it was the time of inexperienced preteens doing things that they will regret later in life, and most people began to understand their crushes.

Bakugo wasn’t most people. When his heart raced whenever you spoke or bickered with him, he assumed that he was just getting adrenaline from “winning” the argument (he usually always lost in the end). Whenever his face reddened when you accidentally brushed his hand or touched him, he just assumed that he was angry. Whenever you defended Izuku from Bakugo, he always assumed that he was pissed because of the sole fact that you were defending Deku of all people.

When you were sixteen years old, you were supposedly Bakugo’s greatest pain in the ass.

You were both first years at UA, and despite your constant arguing, name calling, and childlike behavior with each other, everyone always assumed at first meeting that you were both dating but just had particularly strange ways of showing affection. They had even spread rumors that you were both dating--although you were both used to it, as the same thing used to happen in middle school.

You both denied those rumors, although deep inside of Bakugo’s heart, he did want those rumors to be true. However, even with the knowledge from the both of you that the rumors were false, most people still assumed that you were both in love. After all, you both always looked for each other during a villain attack and stuck to each other’s side. No one will ever forget just how fragmented your mental state was when Bakugo was kidnapped by the League of Villains, and how you cried when you and a few others managed to get him back.

When you were seventeen, Bakugo realized that you were never his greatest pain in the ass, but his greatest soft spot and weakness.

How absolutely heartwrenching your scream was when he basically died. How he felt his soul leave his body when you saw you bloody and unconscious. How he held you close when the war ended and you both narrowly survived.

And finally, finally, he realized that all this time, he never despised the feelings you gave him. He adored it, and he began to relish in it. The red on his cheeks and how you held his heart in your hands and never once dropped it. How he loved you.

When you were twenty-two years old, you truly became Bakugo’s greatest weakness.

Or perhaps we should change how we address him to Katsuki, as Bakugo is now also your last name.

The cold golden ring against your finger was a small yet impactful sensation, enough to make you tear up. You’ve always dreamed of this day, of getting married to the one you loved most. And standing right in front of you at the altar was your dearest Katsuki, who you refused to allow to wear makeup to cover up his scars. “Today, we are here to celebrate the knot of two wonderful young souls…” the priest began.

As the priest finished his long speech, Katsuki leaned in, and right before he kissed you, he muttered something. “You know, growing up, you were my biggest pain in the ass.”

“Same with you.” You murmured, chuckling breathily. His eyes softened before cupping your cheek with a calloused hand.

“I’ll love growing old with you just as much as I did growing up with you. I love you.”

He kissed you after those words, and finally, you eternally became Katsuki’s greatest weakness.

This was made on a whim, and this is also my first time ever writing for MHA…do tell me what you think of this lmao

HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

previous - ep.2 - next?

i have an idea!! could you write something about sukuna taking babykuna to her first daddy daughter dance? 🥹

oh this made my heart soft.....thank you for requesting <3

it wasn’t often that sukuna did things quietly. he was a man of big gestures, loud proclamations, and—if the mood struck—petty celebrations just to rub in a victory. but this was different.

it started when babykuna saw you and sukuna dancing in the kitchen one evening. you weren’t doing anything extravagant, just swaying to the soft hum of music playing from your speaker. sukuna had one arm around your waist, his fingers lazily tracing shapes on your back, and babykuna watched from the hallway, eyes wide with interest.

the next day, it happened. sukuna had just gotten home when babykuna marched up to him, very serious.

“papa.”

he looked down. “yo.”

she huffed. “we must dance.”

sukuna blinked. “…we must?”

“yes.”

a pause. then he smirked. “you tryna challenge me, kid?”

babykuna narrowed her eyes. “no.” she pointed very dramatically. “you must dance with me. like how you do with mama.”

ah.

so that’s how sukuna found himself in the living room, with the lights dimmed, holding his daughter in his arms as ‘cariño’ by the marías played softly in the background. babykuna, dressed in her favorite pajamas, scrunched up her face in deep concentration, her tiny hands clutching onto his much larger ones, trying to mimic how she’d seen you dance with him.

sukuna, at first, played along with mock seriousness, humming the tune as he swayed them gently. but then, somewhere between her little giggles and her determined little frown, his expression shifted— from amusement to softness.

he was dancing with his little girl. his baby. and one day, she wouldn’t be this small anymore.

nearby, mr. pickles the maine coon and baby the orange tabby were sitting still, watching the scene unfold. mr. pickles, ever the wise old man, was probably contemplating the fleeting nature of time. baby, however, was staring blankly ahead, absolutely void of thought.

and you were standing in the doorway, watching them, clutching a kitchen towel like it could physically hold in your emotions. because, damn it, if you didn’t feel like crying.

sukuna caught your eye. his signature smirk softened into something quieter, something fond. and then, with babykuna still in his arms, he tilted his head towards you, offering a silent invitation. your feet moved before you could even think. before you knew it, you were joining them, swaying together in the middle of your home, the warmth of your family pressed close.

and for once, sukuna wasn’t the loudest thing in the room. for once, he let the moment speak for itself.

BNHA BOYS as book tropes - PART 2:

Pairing (s): bnha boys x gn! reader

↳ Includes: Sero, Shinsou, Shigaraki, Dabi & Hawks

Part 1 includes: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima & Kaminari HERE

HANTA SERO

↳ FLIRTY FRIENDSHIP

the first day the two of you met, you bonded instantly

flirty banter has always been apart of your friendship - it's what makes sero and y/n, sero and y/n!

you two were hanging out after class, sitting on the roof of the school building to watch the sunset

your legs are stretched out as sero lays back against the bricks, taking a drag from his cigarette

"you're staring"

you scoff, "yeah right," but you were - just for a second at least

his head tilts up to face you with a lazy smirk, "nah i could feel it. you checking me out, l/n?"

"in your dreams, tape boy."

he taps his cigarette against the ledge, letting the ashes fall

"that wasn't a no"

he leans in slightly, "it's okay, you can admit it. i know i'm irresistible"

you exhale slowly, letting the wind fill in the silence before you turn your head to look him in the eyes

"you love hearing yourself talk, don't you?"

sero laughs and shuffles a little closer to you, "only because i know when i talk, you think about me"

the two of you had undeniable chemistry and even more undeniable banter, but you'd never really thought anything would come from it

"well... i'm thinking about pushing you off this building."

he chuckles and moves his cigarette higher to show you it, "can the pushing wait until after i've finished?"

HITOSHI SHINSOU

↳ FORCED PROXIMITY

you and shinsou were on a stakeout mission inside a cramped shed near a suspicious building

it was late and the silence stretched on longer than usual as you struggled to stay awake

however, he was fine, calm and focused all in one - not a single sign of fatigue

"how much longer do we have to stay here?"

"as long as it takes"

the night air was chilly and suddenly you were regretting not bringing an extra layer

"cold?"

you shrug, "what gave it away?"

he chuckles and throws you a thin jacket, "here. it's not much but it's better than nothing."

muttering a thanks, you put it on just in time to feel his skin graze past yours

"watch it"

"woahh, you say it like it's a problem y/n, but i don't see you moving away."

you look around and see that he is, in fact correct - there is plenty of room yet you're right beside him

"still... just don't get any funny ideas, shinsou."

he smirks, leaning in closer to you, "am i the only one with funny ideas here?"

a sudden noise outside cuts the moment short, causing you both to get back into hero mode

"looks like we have to save the funny ideas for later."

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

↳ OBSESSIVE (HERO X VILLAIN)

you were a pro-hero and he was the leader of the league of villains. opposites on paper but those lines blurred long ago

every time the two of you fight it feels more like a game - he enjoys you the chase

you stand in an alley, blood dripping from a fresh wound on your arm

"you're hurt."

shigaraki steps out of the shadows, red eyes watching you like prey

"stay back."

he doesn't listen, he never does.

"i could've killed you earlier," he tilts his head, "why do you think i didn't?"

you begin to activate your quirk, "because you'd miss me too much?"

he looks at you amused

"is that what you think? you talk big for someone bleeding out in an alley."

you swing at him but his gloved hand catches your wrist and pushes you against the wall

your quirk is powerful, yet you choose not to attack, why?

"you're always chasing me." he says mockingly, "but what if i just stopped running?"

"then i'd take you in myself."

he laughs in your face, "would you? or would you finally admit you like this chase just as much as i do?"

and just as fast as he came - he disappeared.

DABI

↳ "TOUCH THEM AND YOU DIE."

you and dabi aren't officially dating but everyone knows you're his

you were laying on the couch at the hideout, scrolling through your phone while Dabi leans against the bar, watching from afar

a new recruit, who you've been training lately walks over to you with a grin

he tries to strike up a conversation, touching your shoulder as he makes a joke

dabi's eyes flick between you and the new recruit in silence

he pushes off the bar and strolls over, placing his hand on his shoulder - mimicking what he did to you

a small flicker of blue flames burn into his skin

"i'd suggest you take your hand off them."

the guy winces in pain and stumbles back

"touch them again, and i'll make sure the only thing the heroes find are a pile of ashes."

dabi takes his hand off the new recruit, watching him stammer an apology and scurries off

"you're making me look really bad in front of the new recruits, you know?"

dabi stretches lazily, "didn't realise your ego was so fragile."

"you're deflecting" you say with narrowed eyes

his signature smirk finally reappears "and you're avoiding the fact that you like it when I get like this."

HAWKS

↳ FRIENDS W/ BENEFITS

you and Hawks are both pro heros working for the same company so you're often sent on missions together

after a long mission, he invites you to his apartment

"you've been looking at me weirdly all day"

you raise an eyebrow, "i think you're imagining things"

shuffling closer to you on the couch, he whispers in your ear "am i?"

the tension thickens and you're unsure of what to say, but you keep your eyes on him

"i think you want something"

straightening up, he keeps his confident persona, "and i think you know exactly what i mean."

you're speechless. how can someone be this bold?

"maybe i do. but what happens after?"

he reaches out to touch your thigh gently, "we'll figure it out later."

silence floods the room and you swear he could hear your heartbeat booming

in a quick movement he pulls you closer, waiting for some sort of response

caving in, you sigh and think for a moment

a nod, "just don't make it weird, yeah?"

"me? never." he smirks, "unless you wanted me too."

one moment of weakness led to something far more complicated than you had ever intended

and that's how it started.

everyone knows that kinich is in love with you—well, everyone except you.

and really, as annoying as it is, most people can’t really blame you for not knowing. kinich is hard to read in any situation, but especially in these situations. it’s hard to catch the warmth that blooms in his eyes when he looks at you, or the way he follows you around almost unconsciously, protective.

but onlookers can tell, because there’s no faking the way kinich orbits you day by day.

that includes your best friend, heizou, who insists on proving it to you. he won’t stop going on and on about how kinich is so deeply in love with you, and you just won’t believe him.

so that’s how he finds himself face to face with kinich in the quad before class, weight shifting between his feet. he’s not nervous—heizou rarely is—but he can barely hold in a laugh when he sees you hiding behind a tree nearby.

“heizou?” kinich starts testingly. the two of them aren’t really friends, more like acquaintances by association. so it had probably been a bit strange to receive a text asking him to meet.

heizou sighs. “i’m gonna cut to the chase. what’s the deal with you and her?”

he doesn’t even need to say your name—kinich stiffens all the same, unnerved by the mention of you falling from someone else’s lips.

“…we’re friends,” kinich replies after a moment of horribly obvious hesitation. heizou has to fight back a gleeful smile.

“oh, great!” he sings, already moving to skip away. “that means you’d have no problem with me asking her out. i’m so glad we had this chat—“

“hey, hold on.”

kinich’s hand latches onto heizou’s shoulder, and suddenly the situation feels much less funny. when he turns, kinich’s eyes are narrowed, expression severe.

“for now. we’re friends for now,” he finishes. your eyes widen from behind the tree nearby.

heizou grins.

he's gonna act super cute