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sorryimanon · 3 years

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Whiny sub!Bakugou please there’s not enough sub bakugou on this website :/

Also I love your writing 💞

CW;; Gn! Reader, Whiny sub! Bakugou, 18+, dry humping

WC;; 1.2k

note;; Stop. I will motherfucking kiss you. /p /pos and you’re so right. There’s not enough sub! bakugou.. never enough, in fact. I’m so sorry if this is sloppy.. it’s like 4 am, but either way.. I hope it’s to your liking!!

You’re cooking when he comes up behind you to ensnare himself around your body. His lashes graze your cheek as he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck. You sway as the man has his arms around your waist. The weight of his body mimics your rhythmic motions without a fuss. Side to side. Left to right. His callous hands finding it way under your shirt. Blunt nails grazing your stomach. You smile.

“What’s wrong, Katsuki?”

He only retreats even further into your warmth. His nose digs even deeper into the crevice of your neck as his hold on you begins to tighten up. A shiver rolls over your shoulders as he lets out a huff onto your warm skin. His sturdy chest presses itself into you as you continue to stir the pot, much to his dismay.

“Miss you,” He mumbles into your neck, hoping you would stop stirring the damn pot and tend to him. A deep, velvety chuckle leaves your lips, and he can’t help but press himself even further into you. You feel the press of his hardened cock strain against his sweats before his pelvis could meet yours.

You knew what he was asking, if it wasn’t for that hard-on pressed into your ass then it was all the clinging and constant huffing. It wasn’t often that he got all pouty and clingy, Pressing and wrapping himself around you. You took this as an opportunity to revel in his needy behavior.

Lucky for you, bad for him.

A pout sits on his lips when you don’t give him a second glance. Your hand still latching onto the metal ladle, stirring it as you watch it move through the simmering soup.

“Baby, please.” He whines against you before pressing soft kisses to your neck to the curve of your jaw. His hips begins to gently rock against yours, grinding his clothes cock on the curve of your ass. He groans.

“I’m cooking, Katsuki.” You tell him, but he continue to pepper kisses on your neck and shoulders, trying to coerce you. His hands begins to shift to the side of your hips. The friction against his cock when he pulled your ass back into him was enough to make him moan against your neck. His lack of underwear increasing the sensation.

“Touch me,” He demands. His hips rolling and grinding at a teasing pace, not wanting to spoil his appetite. You don’t react. Another huff leaves his lips as he continues to grind against you. “Please..” He says, nicely.

You don’t say anything, and instead reach over for some spices. A frown is now weighing his on lips as you continued to ignore him.

Why the hell were you ignoring him, hm? He’s all pliant and needy for you, what gives?

A shiver curls around you as a wet and long stripe is laid upon your neck. His way of trying to gain your attention. Bakugou snickers at your reaction before deflating as you continue to do your cooking. He sniffles, dramatically.

“Please.” He pouts against your neck. His cock still rubbing up and down against you, rolling his hips throughly, slowly. The grip on your hips are desperate and needy to the point it’s pathetic. He whimpers when you try to step back, the sudden pressure making him press up into you even more.

“Need you, need you s’ bad, honey. Wan’ you to take care of me.” Bakugou mumbles against you, rutting into you like desperate little mutt. Red eyes shimmer, tears of frustration ready to spill. “wanna cum s’ badly. been so good, so good to you.. ‘ve been such a good boy, baby, please.”

You don’t say anything, still stirring the pot. The stick portion of your ladle clinks against the pot repeatedly, syncing with the thrusts and grind of his hips as he huffs and moans quietly. Bakugou could feel the tip of his cock salivate pre. It bleeds through his sweats.

It makes him feel icky. The good kind of icky when he ruts into you like this. To have him at your frosty mercy as he tries to get off. He wants to let himself go, wants to cum all over himself because he’s so desperate for your touch. He wants to show you his dedication.

“I wanna cum for you,” He babbles. “Wanna make a mess for you, baby..” A whimper leave his lips. His hips gyrating eagerly, trying to increase pleasure on his cock. His sweats was the wall between his bare cock and your clothed ass. He grunts in frustration, thinking about how good it would feel to have his cock out, dribbling itself all over your jeans. Tears begin to down his reddened cheeks, as he gets frustrated from the lack of stimulation.

“Not ‘nough. Want more, wan’ more.” The blonde man whines and snivels. His eyes lidded, hazy at the feeling of fucking his dick against your ass. He snakes his arms around your stomach tightly, making you huff out of surprise and pressure. The pace of his hips increase, “Wan’ more. Give it t’me please, please, please.” He begs. The clinking of the ladle gets even louder, faster even as his grinding becomes much more harsher and desperate.

You can hear the slickness of his cock rub against his sweatpants as he continued to fuck himself against you. His pants and mewling fill the room as he tried his best to get himself off. His grip on your tighten tightens, crushing your stomach. You hiss in pain, but he doesn’t seem to notice. His brain too enraptured on making a sticky mess in his little sweats. Grinding, moaning, whining at the slightly coarse texture of the inside of his sweat pants. His dick sensitive enough to not need to lay bare anymore.

The underside of his cock swipes over the uneven texture that was your belt. “Sh-Shit—Hngh!!” A strangled moan leave his lips, and his knees buckle before shakily straightening his legs out. A couple of hushed curses leaves his lips before he continues to grind himself against you.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,, hngh.. ‘m so close..” He moans, throwing his head back, eyes crossed, as his hips rolls against your plump ass. His tongue lolls out of his mouth, drool dribbling to his chin. “ ‘m gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum..” He moans in chants. The metal ladle bangs against the pot. His desperate attempts to cum were violent, squeezing you tightly and dragging his clothed and weeping cock against.

You just felt so good against him. So soft and warm.. Take such good care of him.. such good care of him..

The cord in him snaps suddenly and out of nowhere. His body locks up, toes curling. A strangled sob leaves his lips. “Yes, Yes,yesyesyes, Fuck, Fuck yes..yes.. hah.. ” He sobs out. Your name becomes a mantra as it falls out of his plump lips.

Hips constantly thrusting and grinding against your ass as he rides out his orgasm. His sweatpants stained and darkened as his cock spurts out cum. He blinks wearily, mewling at the after shock of his orgasm. He goes slack against you.

You sigh, a deep and heavy sigh. One that seems to bracketed with disappointment. One that makes the puppy, that was humping you so desperately, freeze. He sniffles and whines, realizing his mistake. He unlatched a himself from you. He stumbles a bit, knees weak from the orgasm.

Your eyes hold something sinister, and he visibly gulps.

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐢.𝐦

Pairing: Pro Hero!Izuku Midoriya x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, breeding, creampie, choking, dacryphilia, degradation, overstimulation, hints of dubcon if you squint, semi-public sex, office sex, tummy bulge, slight size kink

Summary: Izuku and you finally have some privacy, after months of being busy and unable to spend time together.

A/N: This was supposed to be a short drabble, but then I got too motivated and horny to keep it this short. I’m still not satisfied with this fic and I’m not sure what to think of it, since I don’t write nsfw fics thaten, so comments and reblogs are definitely appreciated 🖤

Word count: 1.714 words

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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conversations with the devil

bakugou katsuki x reader

dynamic // (dirtbag) stepbro!bakugou x fem!reader (ft. his nasty frat bros)

aged up characters (21+) - nsfw + dc heavy, minors do not interact

word count // 19.2k

warnings // dark content. blackmail, coercion + manipulation, noncon (breeding, creampie, fantasies, recording), power imbalance, stepcest. ass play, breath play, cum eating, cum play, degradation, (very) dubcon, edging, fingering, humiliation, impact play, masturbation (m + f), multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), objectification, overstimulation, panty theft/sniffing, size kink, somno (referenced), spit kink, squirting, teasing/fantasizing, voyeurism

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this takes place in the same au as initiation :>

a/n // a huge thank u to @eikatslut for inspiring my stepbro fantasies and to @katonshoko + my other besties in the bubble pop server for giving me so many ideas for this and thirsting for him w me every day!!

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You’re staring up at him indignantly. Furiously. He’s so nonchalant — as if he didn’t just imply that you wanted to fuck him. Him! Of all people. Your own stepbrother. You’re speechless, just glaring at him, without the faintest idea of how to respond.

He laughs, reaches across the counter to squish up your cheeks with his massive, rough hand.

“Relax, kiddo,” he chides — condescending. Sarcastic. “This isn’t a cheap porno. I’m your big brother. Nothing weird’s gonna happen just because we’re all alone.”

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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Uhm so I lost the link but there was a Twitter link and it was like a girl riding her bf and she like wrapped her hand around the base of him and like kept riding like that and he was losing his mind, I think I saw it on here on a reblog I'm not sure but how you think Bakugou would react 🤨 mans would probably bust on the spot LMAO

EEEK THIS OMG 🤤 & you’re so right! He wouldn’t stand a chance at lasting and then you would get to have needy Katsuki in the palm of you hand 😍

Minors DNI - w; teasing, spit, sir kink

Katsuki doesn’t let you ride him too often. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, because he does. Every time you hop on top he has to work that much harder to contain himself, because it just feels too good. He’ll usually only let it happen when he’s had his fill of fucking you into the mattress and he knows the two of you are just about done.

This was an exception. You’d come into the bedroom to find him lounging, clad only in his boxer briefs, his arm folded behind his head while the other propped up the book he was nose deep in. When you crawled into bed with him, he’d assumed you were ready to turn in for the night and kept himself buried in his book, too engrossed to notice that you’d stripped all the way down and were advancing towards him on all fours like some predator.

That is, until your hand slipped straight beneath his waistband, your fingers wrapping around his member to bring it to life in your hand.

“Mm,” he groans quietly, setting his book aside on the nightstand to help you peel off his boxers. “Thought you were tired, princess.” He sighs, closing his eyes as his cock stiffens beneath your touch.

“I was,” you lean down, smiling against his abdomen before tracing the grooves between the defined muscles with your tongue. “But then I saw you laying here half-naked. What’s a girl to do when her husband looks this fucking sexy?” You flash him a wicked grin and sit up, letting a thick strand of saliva fall out of your mouth to drip along his length.

“What do you wanna do, baby?” He murmurs huskily, his eyes fixed on the way you’re working his cock while it twitched in your grasp.

“I wanna ride you,” you straddle his thighs, pressing your breasts together as your other hand joins in on stroking his dick, a pout pulling at your lips in case he feels inclined to say no. “Please, sir..”

“Shit,” he grunts, his eyes rolling back as you pay the head of his cock some extra attention. “Hop on, baby,” he gestures with his head for you to go ahead while his hands find your hips.

You bite your lip in excitement, picking yourself up to line his tip up with your slick folds before you ease yourself down, a moan escaping your throat while you watch his mouth fall open.

“Does that feel good, sir?” You know the answer, it’s obvious by how he’s grasping your hips as you bounce them on top of his, but you wanna hear him say it.

“So good, babygirl,” the noises spilling from his lips are already becoming strangled, his breathing becoming ragged as you pick up the pace.

“How good, baby? Tell me exactly how good my pussy makes you feel,” you rest one hand on his hip to steady yourself and reach down to curl your fingers around the base of his shaft before he can reply.

“Holy—oh, FUCK, baby,” he sucks in a breath through his teeth, his face contorting as the pads of his fingers dig into your flesh, gripping you tight while you’re impaling yourself on his dick. “S’fucking good. Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever had. Don’t stop, princess.” He sighs, barely holding enough breath to do so, “Don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”

“Stop?” You smile innocently, slowing your motions while you gently massage his sack with your thumb.

“Oh, dammit, don’t do this to me,” he snaps his eyes open to stare up at you, desperation in his voice. “Please, baby.” His hands travel over your thighs, rubbing the innermost part as he gently pushes on them, urging you to continue.

“You want it that bad, Katsuki?” You coo, leaning forward to capture his lips, giving his hip a firm squeeze when he attempts to buck his hips up. “Ah, ah. Only good boys get to cum in this pussy. That’s what you wanna do isn’t it?” You whisper against his parted lips, receiving a soft groan in response.

“Yes,” he whines softly, his gaze flitting from your lips to your eyes while his hands roam over your ass, kneading the fat there slowly.

“Then are you gonna be a good boy for me?” You brush your nose against his, kissing him once more as you lean back, running your fingers down his chest while he shivers beneath you.

“Yes,” he pants, submission evident in his normally obstinate vermilion orbs. “I’ll be a good boy. S—,” he stutters, shutting his eyes tight as you resume riding his cock, your fingers still wrapped securely around him. “S-such a good boy.”

“You better be,” you smirk, moaning as you begin chasing your own pleasure in earnest, shamelessly bouncing up and down while he loses all sense of self, his hips thrashing upwards, meeting each thrust as he pours every last drop of his essence into you.

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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TOUYA TODOROKI + ° • nsfw audio

- his moans come out more as raspy huffs of air. hi can thank the nicotine for his deep, gruff voice.

- dabi has a raging daddy kink. raging. calling him daddy is a sure fire way of getting him to moan his ass off. he thinks it’s the sexiest thing.

- when dabi cums, he doesn’t moan or grunt or make any noise at all. his jaw hangs slack, eyes rolled back and lets out a silent scream, releasing his seed inside you.

source. | moan masterlist.

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❝ HOW THEY MOAN ❞ nsfw audios

⭒── a masterlist full of my headcanons on how the my hero academia men moan. each link will contain a nsfw audio example, so please be mindful if that is triggering for you. that being said, how do these men moan? @vomwit 2021 [COMPLETED]

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. izuku midoriya .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. katsuki bakugou .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. shoto todoroki .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. eijirou kirishima .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. denki kaminari .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. shouta aizawa .·:·.* ˎˊ

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. tomura shigaraki .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. touya todoroki .·:·.* ˎˊ-

‣ -ˋˏ *.·:·. takami keigo .·:·.* ˎˊ-

fic masterlist. ✞ requests.

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— safe and warm.

a/n. i had a hc that bakugou can get easily overwhelmed (sensory overload) and so here’s this <3

he huffs, crossing his arms and glaring at nothing in particular. his mind is clouded, eyes glazed over at the thought of everything going on around him. the music was too loud for his ears, the endless chatter of people around him not helping. the sound of glasses clinking made his fingers itch, the creaking of the floors making him want to stuff his head deep into a pillow to drown it all out. the sound of his breath makes your head turn to him, seeing the change in his once loose posture. “katsu? what’s wrong, love?” you rest on hand on the junction of his shoulder and neck, hand tempted to cup his face.

he grumbles out a low, “i want to go home,” causing you to look around. you’re in a setting where katsuki would normally be comfortable in, friends gathered in an apartment one of them owned, music blaring and alcohol being consumed. everyone there was old classmates of his. but even so, you turned back to him and nodded, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“okay, katsuki. let’s tell everyone that we’re off and then we can go,” your form begins to pivot towards the closest friend, only for your boyfriend to place a soft hand on your hip. you stop at the contact, confused at how gentle he was being, head turning to search his eyes. they were no longer narrowed in his usual glare, but almost pleading, in a sense. “just..” he sucked in a breath and shakily let it back out, “just wanna go home, baby. please.”

sensing his obvious discomfort you hummed, eagerly complying with his request. you leaned towards his form to take his face in your palms like you wanted to do earlier, tilting his head down to place a sweet kiss on his forehead. a hand that rested on his cheek traveled to his hair, toying with it gently. “hey, it’s gonna be okay, kat. c’mon, i got you.”

he nodded, basking in the comfort your presence gave him. pulling away and slipping his warm, calloused hand in yours, you lead him out of the loud and noisy apartment. you understood how hard being in certain settings was, and you’d be damned if you forced katsuki to feel uncomfortable any longer.

once you stepped inside your shared home, you and katsuki made a beeline for the bedroom. you wanted nothing more than to just coddle and cuddle him.

you let him relax in your arms, a comfortable silence enveloping the both of you as a hand ran absentmindedly through his blond locks, legs tangled together as his head is resting on your chest, arms tucked to his own chest as he just lets you do as you please. normally katsuki would have his strong arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it would have added to the overwhelming sensations. and you didn’t mind it one bit, just happy to hold him close in your arms, warm and safe.

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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heard it was his birthday so I drew him!

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Bakugo with a shy and anxious crush one shot. He scared her once and won’t do it again, now feeling really protective of her. :D

Bakugou with Shy and Anxious Reader

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Minor violence (?), anxiety/panic attack, mild language, mentions of death (no actual death though, dw)

Genre: uhhhhhh angst to fluff, comfort ? IDK

Post-Type: One-Shot

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: In which you have a crush on Bakugou and he’s out on a mission. Things go wrong though and you remember the day you first met him an dhow your feelings and relationship with him have changed. You worry for his safety and regret not expressing your feelings for him sooner. (How do you write summaries? I suck at it PLS EFKJFAJ)

[A/N: Thank you for this request anon! I hope it lives up to your expectations. I really went overboard and created a whole scenario that you didn’t ask for, but I hope this is fine! It’s currently 2am and I feel bad about not updating for over a week, so here we are. It’s been a crazy week with having to take my puppy to the vet and having my mom drag me around town with her. Guys, writing is so hard. Trying to find the motivation to write it HARD. But once I get started, I can’t stop LOL. Also, I just realized that most of my work ends with them falling asleep, a girl be tired PFFFF. I should work on that...Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy :D.]

The whole class was surrounding the television in the common room, watching the scene before you unfold. Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki had all been called in for a special mission, but things got messy quickly. You were sitting between Kirishima and Mina on the couch, your legs bouncing up and down as your nerves spiraled out of control. Come on Bakugou, come back now, please. Your eyes pleaded with the blond on the screen who was fighting his hardest against the villain with Midoriya and Todoroki backing him up.

You would have laughed if someone told you you’d be worrying for the blond, crimson eyed man who once scared the life out of you. Someone like you who was shy and just a bubble of anxiety--the complete opposite of Bakugou, yet you slowly became very fond of him.

It was only three months ago when he had scared you for the first and last time. He was having a particularly bad day when it was time to group up for training. You’d never really encountered the spiky haired blond face to face before, only sticking to admiring him from far away since you were too shy to ever speak to him. You had the biggest crush on Bakugou and would silently watch him strive to be the greatest hero, but that day was the first time you had been paired up with the hot head, and saying you were nervous was an understatement. His usual nonchalant expression was already in a grimace as a vein in his head threatened to pop--he was beyond upset.

You weren’t the greatest fighter to begin with; similarly to Tamaki, you were timid and holed up within yourself, so having to face Bakugou who radiated confidence and anger in that moment was terrifying. With shaky legs, you took your stance, ready to attempt to face him, but Bakugou was already flying at you with sparks coming out from his palms.

“DIE!” he yells inches away from you now.

You usually trained with one of the other girls since just being around another girl made you feel more comfortable, but they never went too hard on you. Seeing a seething Bakugou inches from sending explosions straight at you had you frozen in place. Forgetting all the training you had learned thus far, you just stared shakily into his crimson eyes, stuck like a deer in headlights.

You expected the impact of the explosions to hit you, so you shut your eyes to prepare for it, but you only felt a blast of heat roll past your head as something behind you exploded. You opened your eyes to see Bakugou inches away from your face, huffing and puffing from the move.

You stumble back onto your butt, and grip your chest in relief. You take a moment to try and catch your breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding the whole time that he was flying towards you.

“Why the hell didn’t you move?” Bakugou questions you, clearly annoyed.

You look up at him with wide eyes; it was the first time he had ever talked to you directly. Your heart was hammering in your chest, not only from the actions that just took place, but also because your crush was speaking to you.

“I- I wa-”

“Spit it out!” he yells at you again, making you jump a little.

Admiring this man from afar and seeing him up close, directing his screaming at you were two completely different things; you couldn’t exactly say that you enjoyed him yelling at you.

His patience was running thin. He was rushing to train to let out some pent up stress and anger, but you weren’t exactly helping him. He quickly swoops his hand down to help you back on your feet, but you draw back even farther, flinching at his quick movements.

His heart skips a beat and you see his face fall a bit at your reaction.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that, I just didn’t expect that...that’s all,” you explain with your head hung low.

“I wasn’t going to blast you. I’m not that low where I’d finish off an opponent that’s already down,” he says, this time slowly reaching his hand out for you.

You gladly take it as he helps you back up on your feet. You brush yourself off and take a few deep breaths.

“Don’t just stand there like a statue next time like an idiot. That’ll get you killed if this was a real fight,” he mumbles as he walks off, seemingly calmer than when he first arrived.

Since that day, the day you faced your crush for the first time, your crush on Bakugou just grew even stronger and Bakugou seemed to take you under his wing. He claimed you were “too weak” and needed to be taught how to become confident in a fight, so he took responsibility and taught you himself.

After seeing you look at him with fear in your eyes and just watching you stand there, ready to be overcome by him, he felt oddly protective of you--as if he needed to make sure that you could take care of yourself...and he just wanted to watch over you.

You didn’t realize that Bakugou had his own complicated feelings for you before the day you both trained together. He had noticed you before that day many times and saw how timid you were. He knew your quirk was amazing, you just didn’t have the confidence to use it properly. He felt bad about giving you a terrible first impression, but he promised himself that he’d never have you look at him like that again. Never again.

He’d always pair up with you during training, so he could teach you a few special moves and get you out of your shell. Though you were a woman, he never held back, he wanted you to become as strong as you possibly could, so him holding back wouldn’t help you at all.

You both grew incredibly close and became great friends and training buddies, despite wanting to become something more than friends with him.

Images of the first time you met Bakugou flashed in your mind as you watched him fight on the TV. Though only three months have passed, he had already improved significantly, and would probably continue to improve so long as he could. You looked around at everyone who seemed to be enjoying watching the three men fight on the news with the villain who had made himself known that day. You couldn’t help but be worried though, you’d always worry for him--the man who had your heart and didn’t even know it, the man who always made you feel safe, the man who helped you grow tremendously in terms of your fighting skills.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts as everyone in the room gasps as the news camera man is pushed over and the camera is now pointed at the sky as screams of terror are heard. Smoke and fire can be seen in frame along with a few heads of people running by the toppled camera.

“Woah, looks pretty messy,” Kaminari cuts into the silence.

“Do you think we should go in and help?” Yaoyorozu asks the class.

“No! Aizawa Sensei specifically told us to not butt in, so the class will remain here. No exceptions. Midoriya, Todoroki, and Bakugou are fully capable of dealing with this,” Iida instructs while waving his hands around.

The class continues to talk between each other but you’re silent. Heart beating heavily in your chest as your eyes refuse to leave the screen, hoping and praying that you’d somehow catch a glimpse of Bakugou’s blond hair or hear his screaming or blasts--anything. Anything that would reassure you that he was okay.

“He’s down! He’s not moving!” you hear a man scream on the TV and then someone steps on the camera and the screen goes black.

Your heart almost stops beating, and you’re on your feet in an instant heading for the door. You don’t even grab your shoes as you throw the door open, but a strong hand grabs you and pulls you back inside.

You hear ringing in your ears and you feel almost numb, aside from the feeling of big hands now on your shoulders shaking you a bit. You see Kirishima in front of you, both hands on your shoulder, signaling that he’s the one who grabbed you; his mouth is moving but you can’t hear anything he’s saying.

Your mind is on one thing and one thing only--Bakugou. Was he okay? Who was down? Who wasn’t moving? Why did Bakugou of all people have to be called for this mission? Why did you have to be stuck in the dorms as he was out fighting a villain? Why why why?

“Y/N! Look at me!” you finally hear Kirishima say.

Your eyes snap to him as you try and collect yourself.

“It’s best to wait here. It’s too dangerous to go running to where they are now in your state,” Kirishima states while looking down at your hands.

You follow his eyes and notice that your hands are trembling, so you firmly place them at your side to keep them still.

“I’m fine. I need to see him.”

You attempt to move past him after freeing yourself from his grip, but he’s too fast and once again gently grabs your arm to stop you from moving any further.

“Please Y/N, you’re not thinking straight right now. They’re fine. Bakugou is fine. He told me to watch over you while he’s gone. He’s probably already on his way back now.”

Your heart lurches at his words. Bakugou told him to watch over you for him while he was gone? While he was gone...what if he never comes back? What if this morning was the last time you ever got to see him alive and breathing?

“What if he’s not okay?!” you burst out, tears now blurring your vision as they burst from your eyes, “What if he’s the one laying, unmoving there on the cold ground waiting for help!”

That shuts Kirishima up along with the rest of the class who are just watching you with worry in their eyes at your outburst. This was unlike you, you were the shy girl--the one who hardly spoke up, yet here you were screaming and acting out.

Your mind replays all the moments you had with Bakugou, causing your breathing to speed up at the thought that you may never see him again.

“I can’t...breathe…” you struggle to say through your gasps for air as your hands grip your chest and you fall to the ground.

You were full on sobbing and hyperventilating at this point. Your vision was getting spotty as tingles shot up throughout your whole body from the lack of oxygen. No matter how much air you tried to take in, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. You thought you were going to pass out or pass away--one of the two.

You didn’t even have a chance to tell Bakugou how you felt about him. Please come back. Come home. Come to me, please Bakugou. I need you.

You felt Kirishima and Mina come over to rub your back and try to calm you down before you make yourself pass out.

Your head was face first on the floor as you rock yourself back and forth, still clutching your chest in both agony of possibly having lost Bakugou, and feeling like you couldn’t breathe. The buzzing in your ears returned, drawing out the voices of everyone trying to comfort you.

It felt like hours had gone by, though only a few minutes had passed of everyone trying to calm you down. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating from the tingling and your chest hurt from your hyperventilating and embarrassing sobs that just wouldn’t stop.

You didn’t even hear the front door burst open, or hear the sound of heavy boots run your way until you felt bulky arms pull you up into a broad chest. The familiar scent of burnt caramel filled your nose and you jolt back to look at whoever had pulled you into their arms.

You found yourself looking into those familiar crimson eyes that you loved so much.

“Bakugou?” you cry as even more tears come pouring down, “I thought I lost you...”

“You can’t get rid of me that easily dummy,” he chuckles while pushing your head back into his chest as he pulls you up from the ground and walks to your dorm room.

You grab his hero suit tightly, scared to let him go in fear that he might vanish before your eyes. Your breathing slows down after a while of being in his presence, only silent tears now make their way down your face. You were emotionally tired after thinking that the man you adored was gone forever.

As he enters your dorm and closes the door behind him, walking you to your bed, you wrap your legs and arms even tighter around him so that he can’t put you down.

“Are you going to let go?” he questions as he tries placing you on your bed.

“Just--give me a second. I won’t be able to say this if you’re looking at me.”

He sighs, but gives in anyway, standing straight up again and adjusting his grasp on you so you won’t slip down.

It’s silent for a moment, until Bakugou speaks again.

“Well?”

“Okay look, don’t say anything until I finish...but I like you Bakugou. Like—like like you. I know you don’t feel the same way, and I’m probably a pain to deal with all the time. I’m weak, I can’t speak up for myself, I’m an emotional mess half the time. Heck, I can’t even order for myself whenever we go out for lunch,” you huff, “But thinking that I almost lost you today without ever telling you how I felt, hurt. My gosh Bakugou, it hurt like hell. I don’t want to lose you--ever.”

He’s silent for a moment at your confession, so you start to scramble around to try and wiggle out of his grip, now feeling embarrassed at confessing to him and not having him say anything after that. His grip on you only tightens as he pulls you closer to him.

“Stop moving so much dumbass,” he scolds you, “What do you know about how I feel? Huh? I don’t feel the same way? You’re an idiot for not realizing that I like you too. Tch. And stop bad mouthing yourself. You’ve gotten stronger and there’s nothing wrong with being shy. I like it because then I know when you’re loud with me, it means that you’re comfortable around me.”

“Really?” you’re at a loss for words at his own confession.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it…” he trails off, savoring the feeling of your head on his shoulders and your close proximity.

He had dreamt of being able to hold you close like he was for months.

“Anyway,” he leans down and finally places you on your bed, looking into your eyes for the first time after your confession, “we can talk about this in the morning. It’s been a long day--for the both of us it seems.”

You jump under your covers, and wipe the remains of your tears away and lay your head on your pillow.

“Alright,” you whisper, your exhaustion starting to catch up with you.

He pats your head and glances at you one more time before turning to walk away. Though, you reach out and grab his hand before he can take another step away from you.

“Wait...stay with me? What if you’re not here tomorrow?” you mumble while looking down at your bedsheets, your hand still firmly grasping his own.

“I’m dirty. I need to change.”

You nod and let him go in which he quickly makes his way to his own dorm.

It feels like hours go by as you anxiously wait for him to return. You’re about to hop out of bed and run over to his dorm in fear that you might have imagined him returning, but you hear your door click open.

A refreshed Bakugou in clean clothes enters your room and walks over to your bed. You scoot over and pat the spot next to you for him to join you.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

That’s all he needs before you feel his body heat radiate warmth under your covers, which sends chills throughout your body.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you wake up and we can talk more about everything” he softly whispers in your ear as you drift to sleep.

Bakugou admires your sleeping form for a while, trying to process the crazy day he had; from fighting that crazy villain, walking into the dorms and seeing you a mess on the ground, to finding out that you liked him back. It was a lot, but he’s glad that it ended how it did—with you in his arms, both of your feelings out in the air.

He wipes away a lone tear that fell from your eyes, leans in to kiss your forehead, and quickly falls asleep after you.

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sorryimanon · 3 years

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MHA MEN + YOUR FIRST TIME

featuring: bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, denki kaminari

genre: smut | minors do not interact

warning(s): praise + female-bodied reader + first times + fingering + cunnilingus + unprotected sex + light teasing tones

author’s note: requests are open, in case you have any ideas you’d like to share or be written for!

ʚ BAKUGO KATSUKI

he’s surprisingly soft during your first time

as much as he hates to admit it, he feels a lot of pressure but also he’s honored that you trust him this much.

his face is flushed the entire time but he will take charge, eagerly drinking up your exposed form and kissing every inch of skin that he can.

“stop moving, princess. let me take care of you.. just relax, okay? i’ll make you feel good.”

there’s so much of you to love and he can’t help but want to mark you up, paying special attention to your inner thighs and tummy.

“you are so fuckin’ beautiful.. so perfect.”

the praises that are so uncharacteristically him don’t stop flowing from his lips, even as he slowly thrusts his cock into your perfect cunt.

he’s so soft, so sweet, holding himself back as long as you need him to while your insides are just clamping down and milking him.

and the moment he hears that first quiet whimper of his name he’s hooked, slowly gripping your hips and fucking his fat cock into you.

“you feel so good, baby. go ahead, cum all over me.. let me see that pretty face all fucked out from my cock.”

ʚ IZUKU MIDORIYA

he’s a bit of a nervous wreck

izuku’s just trying his best to make sure you’re comfortable, all while he’s flustered over how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“you’re so pretty, puppy.. can i touch you? i just want to make you feel good.”

the moment you nod, his hands are all over you, brushing against your skin and groping everything he can because he’s just so mesmerized.

just the view of you writhing in pleasure all from him makes him hard, he doesn’t even think about getting himself off.

all of his attention is just on you as his fingers slip inside your cunt to stretch you out.

the moans he’s pulling out of you only make his movements grow more confident, his fingertips brushing against your g-spot repeatedly.

“so that’s where you like it, pretty girl. are you gonna cum for me? do it, let me see you cum all over my fingers.”

and when you do it’s almost impossible from him to hold back, he could practically cum just from hearing you moan all for him.

“good.. good girl, what do you say? think you’re ready for me, puppy?”

ʚ DENKI KAMINARI

safe to say, he was ecstatic, this guy has been dreaming of this moment ever since you started dating.

and the fact that he’s your first just makes him want to prove himself even more.

but nothing could ever come close to the real thing, the moment he saw your body his eyes grew wide and his body instantly reacted.

“god, baby.. you are so.. damn beautiful. let me see you, don’t hide away from me.”

as eager as he was to feel good, he wanted you to make sure you were satisfied first.

the predatory look doesn’t leave him, not even as he slowly kisses down your body, eager to taste you—to feel your thighs squeezing around him and pulling him in.

“you’re so wet already, baby.. looking forward to this, mm? don’t worry, i won’t disappoint.. i’ll make you cum all over my face, princess.”

he does exactly that, sucking on your clit while his fingers curl inside of your tight cunt and your arousal runs down his chin.

“tastes so good, fuck.. you’re gonna get me addicted to this, sweetheart.”

safe to say, he kept up his promise and had you feeling way more than just satisfied.

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Pro-hero!MHA Characters — how they are in bed

Warnings: NSFW visual representation. If the sight of porn makes you uncomfortable, please ignore!

AN: links only work if you have access to twitter

Katsuki Bakugou

How he eats you — doesn’t just rely on his expert tongue to make you cum. bakugou utilizes his slender fingers, pumping in and out of you vigorously while lapping and biting down on your puffy clit. watching you squirm is downright the cutest thing he’s ever witnessed.

Favorite Position — an ass man will always be an ass man. as much as he loves seeing your strained expressions during missionary, bakugou is able to unleash his bottled aggression in this position: your perfect ass presented to him, your strangled moans muffled, and the upper half of your body hanging off the edge of the bed.

Izuku Midoriya

How he eats you — izuku practically adds this technique to his mental itinerary. foreplay is mandatory for izuku, immediately pulling you to hover above him; you smothering his face with your wet core, his hands teasing and playing with his sensitive nipples.

Favorite position — good ol fashioned missionary. izuku bends your legs so far back your spine is screaming out in agony. the pleasure soon overshadows the uncomfortableness. he’ll kiss you periodically, hands carefully wrapped around your neck for leverage, both of you whimpering into each other’s mouths.

Shinsou Hitoshi

How he eats you — what a selfish, impatient man. shinsou quite frankly would rather kill two birds with one stone than endure drawn out foreplay. it’s better to get each other prepped and ready together instead of taking turns. also, it’s hot feeling you twitch on his tongue while simultaneously choking on his dick.

Favorite Position — sleepy, sleepy shinsou loves this position. he isn’t inherently lazy during love making per say, but fucking into your drenched sex while on his side? sign him up! this position allows him to hit those unreachable spots efficiently, although the languid strokes leave you whimpering for more.

Shoto Todoroki

How he eats you — shoto passionately eats you out, his mouth never leaves your sensitive clit. sometimes he’ll drawl out the foreplay, edging you close to tears. your pleas for him to fuck you are futile. just relax and let him take care of you love.

Favorite Position — our bi-colored lover boy revels in the way how you relax against his body, putting complete faith that he’ll make you reach your climax. shoto teases you a lot more in this compromising position. slight touches to your perked nipples and clit, hips bucking in tandem to your beautiful moans. your legs afterward hurt from being elevated for so long.

Eijiro Kirishima

How he eats you — quite similar to bakugou, eijiro only uses his fingers the moment he knows you’re about to climax. precautious of his teeth, kiri shows his sadistic side by biting and pulling your flaps. be weary to not squirm or move while he does said technique. Oh, and lots of spitting!

Favorite Position — god, eijiro is a total unit. so, imagine him going quarter unbreakable in this position, his harden cock thrusting into that pretty pussy, praising at how well you are taking him.

Denki Kaminari

How he eats you — unlike the others, kaminari mindlessly enjoys you doing most of the work for this part, because he’s considerate of you and wants you to set the pace. eating you from behind works well, his tongue disappearing in and out of your sex as you keep twerking on the soft muscle. never a dull moment.

Favorite Position — there’s just something about fucking you from behind that gets denki riled up. he’ll be preoccupied with something but would find ways to have you present your cute ass for him. gaming together became whole different meaning.

master list 🩸

05.06.2021

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Pregnancy Scare

Pairings: Pro-hero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, breed kink mentioned, and pure fluff

Summary: “We gotta have them while we’re young, right babe?”

"Fuck, baby, slow down —shit," You pleaded over and over as the harsh thrusting from your boyfriend increased rapidly. In return, Bakugou gently slaps your face, grabs the flushed flesh, and forces you to stare deeply in his sunken crimson eyes. A small grin spreads across his face from ear to ear, causing the coil within you to loosen a bit more.

"Come on babe, I know you can take it. I know my pretty little slut can handle a few more thrusts, eh?" He coos into the soft shell of your ear before leaning back. "Fuck— you look so hot like this."

He's referring to the way how he has your body contorted into an almost fetal position, your legs bent so far back that even your spine was giving out. Bakugou became enthralled instantly seeing your overly spread core glistening with need, with his cock. It gave him the incentive to piston his hips in pure vigorous rage, having you pleading, moaning, grabbing ahold of anything to steady yourself.

"K-Katsuki, I'm coming. I'm coming..." You mind numbingly kept spewing the same words into the couch cushions.

"Yeah?" He quirked up an eyebrow. Katsuki elevated his hips a little higher, diving deeper into your pussy, ricocheting beautiful groans out of his throat due to the new position. "I wanna come inside that pussy. Let me come inside baby —shit shit shit."

This was entirely new grounds for the both of y'all. Despite being on birth control for the past year and a half, Katsuki has been anal about using protection, not willing to risk and become the .1% and get you knocked up. Especially since Bakugou recently jumped up in the ranks, scoring him the number four spot on the hero billboards. So, having a kid was out of the question.

But tonight he was willing to test those risks and fuck you raw.

Coming home after another strenuous day of work, you had an inkling that your boyfriend needed some relief, taking in the prominent scarring tissue on his arms and trademark bloody nose, the unforeseen events of what he'll do tonight excited you. What you weren't expecting was for Bakugou to trap you on the couch by the sheer weight of his body mass, kissing you feverishly, clawing away at your clothes — ripping the shorts you were wearing, and continued his brash ministrations till you both were completely naked.

Hearing him asking you — almost demanding, to come inside triggered your climax immediately, fingernails raking red lines on his muscular back as you screamed in ecstasy. Your voice came out as a whimper, not finding the words to tell him to pull out. His mouth attached to yours momentarily, hushing the sweet sounds you were making, and shot his load into your aching womb. Warmth begun to spread down below. Too much. You can practically feel everything dribble out slowly, a canal of the leftover reaching your inner thigh. It felt weird, and surprisingly even more messier than Bakugou finishing on your face. You couldn't complain though, because Bakugou found the strength to pull out finally, disappearing into the bathroom, bringing over a wash cloth and cleaned the residue off of your skin.

Snuggling up next to you after some time, Bakugou caged you against his chest, sighing to himself once you relaxed in his arms.

"You remembered to take your birth control this morning, right?" He asked.

Oh. Oh, shit shit shit shit shit.

No wonder everything felt odd. What were you supposed to say? Lie? A white lie never hurt nobody, but maybe, it'll hurt this explosive blonde. But the pros were substantially outweighing the cons. And there’s a slim chance you'll get pregnant over this one mishap. Very, very, fucking slim. No need to get worked up about this, right?

"Of course I did," you replied back, acutely aware of your hesitation.

Bakugou mumbled out a quick 'good girl' and kissed your forehead before drifting off to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, you had trouble falling asleep, constantly waking up between short breaks, only to find out a you slept for a total of 45 minutes.

Later into the night you slipped out of his hold and dragged yourself into your bedroom. For the first time in awhile, you slept alone without the security of Bakugou's presence.

"I think Y/N's pregnant," Bakugou nonchalantly says to his friend, Kirishima, while they were in the middle of a patrol, covering their perimeter again before deciding to head back to the agency.

Kirishima whirled. "Really? What makes you think that?"

"Well for one I caught her throwing up this morning, and the previous morning too now that I'm mentioning it. Idiot said it was nothing to worry about. But then I overheard her on the phone with her friend. She sounded so frantic and scared, asking them to get her a pregnancy test." Bakugou paused, noticing a couple of kids walking up to the heroes , holding out their notebooks and some memorabilia for the blonde to sign. A few signatures, selfies, and half assed hugs later, the kids left the two men to scurry off in the direction of their agency building.

Kirshima tentatively placed a hand on his friends shoulder. "Looks like you two need to talk. I know she’s a strong woman, but you shouldn't let her do this alone. Be there for her bro, like a man," he said, his tone rather serious.

Bakugou nodded, letting the red heads words settle, and took them into consideration when he shortly arrived back at your shared residence. After peeling off his hero gear, Katsuki prepared the bath for your return, plopping in some oils that you've preached about in the past, lighting a few scented candles, and tested out the temperature of the water with the swipe of his finger. Feeling satisfied, he saunters over to the kitchen to make your favorite meal.

"Babe, I'm home!" You announced, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your scarf in the hallway.

You follow the trail of heaven, the sweet and savory scent leading you to the confines of the kitchen, revealing the familiar blonde in the middle of cooking something.

Katsuki looked over his shoulder, his expression unrecognizable.

"Foods almost done. Just waiting for it to cool off," Bakugou said, searching around the spacious kitchen for the plates. There was a long pause. "Also, we need to talk...after when we're done eating I mean."

This caught you off guard.

"Oh! Um, okay? Is it something bad?" You bit the inside of your mouth.

"No— yes, I mean, unless we make it out to be, then yeah I guess."

"Alright".

You couldn't stomach the delicious meal that your boyfriend served to you, the nerves coursing through your system; ruining your appetite, forceing heaps amount of the seasoned delicacy without actually savoring it. Which is downright painful. Oblivious to the severity of his words, Bakugou ate in defeating silence, periodically stopping to stare in your direction during intakes of bites, then continued shoveling more food into his mouth. Upon finishing his meal he stood up abruptly, chair screeching behind him, and fished both of your plates and retreated away from you. This gave you some time to compose yourself and think.

Did you say something off putting this morning? Surely he didn't take your second offense opinion about how he should stop wearing such tight restraint shorts at the gym, no matter how appealing his sculpted, gluteal appendages were. You kinda got tired seeing pictures of him floating around on the internet of him doing bench presses, toned legs fully on display, the sweat secreting from his body painting him in a glistening sheen, all the while the main focus was on his firm buttocks.

But that's besides the point.

What could've possibly transpired between the hours of then and now to make him so unapproachable to you?

While listing plausible scenarios in your head, Katsuki trailed back over and grabbed one of your wrists, reeling you to straighten up and notice his presence again.

"Is it time to talk?" You asked quietly, as if someone were to be hiding and listening in on the conversation.

All he did was nod, give your wrist a flick, and motion you to follow him into the bathroom. Following behind like a lost puppy homesick of its owner, you found yourself standing in the middle of the bathroom, half naked and shaking. The only source of light being the herbal candles, casting unflattering shadows upon your skin. Bakugou beat you to punch and shimmed out from his clothing and dipped into the water, arms on either side of the tubs frame. Although it may seem inviting, you mistakenly remember his urgent request to talk.

Putting your anxiety aside, you drop the towel that was hugging your naked frame and started easing yourself into the room temperature bath water, sighing appreciatively. Your boyfriend flashes you an off handed smirk and opens his legs wider, an unspoken encouragement for you to join. You accepted graciously by scooting face forward, your backside eventually hitting his chiseled chest. Next thing you knew his arms were around you, capturing you in a tight hold. Fingers danced across the underside of your belly, tickling you in the process. Bakugou became weirdly enraptured by your stomach. His hands never left the surface, carefully tracing patterns of whatever he was creating in his mind, while humming softly to a tone you couldn't recognize. You relaxed, eyes fluttering close due to the calming atmosphere.

Was this the calm before the storm? Whatever was brewing, you wished it would stall for awhile. This is all you dreamt of and more.

"I can't believe a little gremlin is growing inside you," Bakugou whispered.

Still in your own little world, you could only make out the phrases 'gremlin' and 'inside'.

"Huh? What did you say babe?" You asked, eyes barely opened.

He chuckled. "I said idiot, I can't believe something is growing inside you." Then he kneads your stomach as emphasis.

Wait. What?

Then it registers. Bakugou thinks you’re pregnant. Holy shit, Bakugou thinks you’re pregnant!

Just the thought of it brought you into an induce laughing fit. Perplexed, Bakugou grunted out a small 'What's so funny?' as he stepped out from the tub, leaving you thrashing and splashing, creating a makeshift tsunami.

You threw a pointed finger at him. "I'm not pregnant! Where the hell did you get that idea from?"

"You've been throwing up this past week! Not to mention you called your friend to pick up a goddamn pregnancy test!" He sounded incredulous.

“You can chose to not believe me, but I got a stomach virus from the night when we— well, decided to be stupid and not use protection.” You avoided his gaze all the while explaining. “And as for the pregnancy test...”

You got out from the tub, unaware at his attempt to steady you, and walked over to the small trash can. Opening it up you rummage through band aide wrappers, make up wipes, old cream containers, and used tissue paper to find what you were looking for. There, front and center was the familiar white stick, showcasing —load and behold, a red horizontal line. Bakugou snatches the thing from your hands and inspects it more throughly, convinced you might be playing a devious prank on him. You surprise him by laying down not one, but two more tests on the bathroom counter, all which were mirroring the same results.

“I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t lying to myself and got one of my friends to bring me some tests. And as you can see, all of them are negative,” you meekly explain to your boyfriend, who is still starring at the tests like they were ticking time bombs.

Confirming that the line is indeed, real, only then does Bakugou express an emotion you've never witnessed before.

Discouraged? No. Mad? No, much more than that.

He was utterly, and irrevocably, disappointed.

"Katsuki, are you alright?" You prodded towards the man you love, gently tipping his chin to look up at you.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. Just quit looking at me like that," his eyes upheld yours, but his body began to tremble. He tried to maneuver his way out of your grasp, but no prevail.

Was Katsuki disappointed that you weren’t...pregnant?

“Katsuki you know we can’t have kids, you said it yourself. Putting them in a stressful environment will only make things worse,” You reasoned.

“Yeah, well, my past self can go eat shit,” he mumbled out, a cute tint of red flushing his ears.

You arched an eyebrow at his self deprecated comment. “Oh? And what’s that suppose to mean?”

“It means....”

Suddenly, the ground was swept beneath you, causing you to emit a passive squeal, throwing your hands up in front of you to brace for impact. Your entire upper body was upside down, the other half propped on Bakugou’s shoulder. You banged your fists as an act of defiance in order for him to put you down. Bakugou ignored you and carried you out of the humid room. In your line of vision you can see the hallway that leads to your guys’ bedroom, the door slightly ajar. Unceremoniously, Bakugou tossed you onto the bed and hovered over your soaked body. Right then and there, he didn’t give an ounce of a fuck about his previous ideologies on kids, and why he even thought the mere image of you carrying his child was outrageously abhorrent to him.

But that’s all he’s been thinking about. His mind plagued on someday watching you struggle to put on shirts, not being able to walk without needing a break to sit down, growing bigger and more voluptuous every day. He needed it now.

“We gotta have them while we’re young, right babe?”

And right he was.

AN: ah yes. bakugou, a breeding kink, and fluff. the perfect trifecta.

master list 🩸

#mha imagines #mha x reader #bakugou headcanons #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou smut #mha fanfiction #mha smut

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