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risky in bathroom ꨄ bf!bakugo x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ theme : risky sex at kirishima's party w katsuki ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ warnings : smut , +18 , p!v sex , risky , caught!kink , drunk sex

kirishima’s party was in full swing - music blaring, people taking shots in the kitchen or smoking a joint on the couch while most of the partygoers were dancing in the living room. the bass was vibrating in your chest and the washing machine under your bare ass felt cold against your hot skin.

your bf!bakugo stood in between your legs, his strong hands holding your plump hips under the hem of your skirt as he pounded his flushed cock into you.

the bathroom was down the hallway near the kitchen, meaning that it wasn’t exactly the most secluded spot in the house. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation, your mind was too fuzzy from alcohol and your body too horny to really understand why you wanted to fuck bakugo in kirishima’s family bathroom.

you only remembered how fucking hot he had looked while driving you here – one hand on the steering wheel, the other lazily on your bare thigh. the black tank top he wore was almost seductive, that idiot knew how sexy he looked with his muscular arms visible and legs spread so casually while he drove slightly over the speedlimit.

”kats-” you whined against his neck as your nails dug into his shoulders, the feeling of his thick cock abusing your clenching pussy was making your mind dizzy. you held onto him, the washing machine quietly thumping against the wall with every one of his thrusts. luckily the music was so loud that there was only a small chance that people would hear it.

”shh, too loud” bakugo whispered through his gritted teeth, the softness of his lips lingering on your ear. you sealed your lips and attempted to muffle your soft moans and whimpers, even though you felt his hard tip slamming against your cervix.

”that’s it, that’s it, good girl, so fucking good-” he murmured hoarsely, his soft yet demanding tone made your skin shiver. bakugo’s mint gum breath fanned over your glistening neck, the hands momentarily tightening their grip on your flesh.

a loud knock suddenly echoed in the bathroom. ”yo?! what’s taking so fucking long?!” you heard a yell – it was kirishima.

”shh, don’t yell, dude! someone’s probably fucking there” another voice said, clearly coming from denki.

bakugo slowed the movement of his hips to the point where he rolled between your trembling legs in a slow, fucking torturing manner. the thickness of his cock rubbed perfectly against your wet g-spot, your eyes rolling back and a moan almost escaping your agape lips. he slammed a hand over your mouth, red eyes suddenly piercing through you. bakugo’s cheeks were slightly flushed, his swollen lips mouthing you a sentence of two words;

shut up.  

you whimpered quietly against his hand, your eyes glistening from need. the moment was so lewd, so disgustingly illegal, that it made a knot of arousal swell in your abdomen. the idea of bakugo having his cock shoved deep inside of you while your juices leaked all over kirishima’s washing machine - it was like a dirty dream.

you felt your hips beginning to shake and a small quiet whine vibrated against his hand again as you tried to communicate with him that you were fucking about to cum.

”someone could be passed out in there, keep yelling” another voice suggested, a quieter one. it was shoto.

katsuki visibly clenched his jaw as he heard your soft whimpers, and he couldn’t help but snap his hips against you faster, even if it was risky. your pussy was squeezing around his shaft more aggressively, forcing a small guttural groan escape his sealed lips as well.

”hellooooooo?!” kirishima yelled again and banged the door.

however katsuki continued to bang you instead, and soon you felt the wave of hot, pure pleasure spreading throughout your insides. the sensation made your body tremble and legs twitch, forcing bakugo to grab you by the hips with both hands again so you wouldn’t fucking fall off.

however, you managed to keep your voices down by biting your lower lip hard and squeezing your eyes closed, even though you were quite literally seeing stars at that point.

”katsuki…” you whimpered as quietly as you could, which seemed to do the trick since you could feel him twitching inside of you.

he fucked you through your orgasm and with a deep, firm thrust, he emptied himself inside of your clenching walls which were sucking him dry. your soaked and exhausted pussy still squeezed around him while you were feeling dizzy from the sensation of warm ropes of cum filling your hole. a small moan fell from his parted lips as he grew sensitive.

”yo, midoriya! come here!” denki exclaimed, as another pair of steps was heard from outside.

”what?” was deku’s answer which was heard behind the door now.

”open this door with your smash, will ya? we think someone’s literally passed out in there”

”oh, sure!” said deku.

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dicksuki.

synopsis: seeking out comfort from unofficialbf!katsuki and he says something mean and it's your final straw. + katsuki can't stand seeing you cry.

notes: i will be exclusively referring to mean katsuki as dicksuki from now on

it has been a long, long day. you're running on maybe 3 or 4 hours of sleep, you're on your period, you've been buried under homework, and you're 2 seconds away from a nervous breakdown. so, you did what any girl would do and sought comfort from katsuki. you’re curled into his chest, warm and tired, tucked under the covers in his dorm bed. it’s late. the room’s quiet. and he just kissed your forehead like he always does. casual, gentle, thoughtless in the way it’s become second nature.

“i love when you do that,” you whisper, voice barely above the hum of his fan.

he hums low in his chest. “do what?”

“kiss my forehead,” you say, already sounding half-asleep. “it feels like you really love me when you do.”

his heart skips. it stutters, even. but he doesn’t show it. instead, he scoffs, because that’s what he does. dumbass defense mechanism kicking in without permission.

“maybe i don’t,” he mutters, a teasing edge in his voice. “maybe i just do it to shut you up.”

he smirks. like he thinks he’s being funny. like it’s nothing.

and for a second, he thinks you laugh. or maybe you’re just shifting under the blanket.

but then he feels you go still. not the relaxed kind. not the sleepy kind.

the kind of still that makes his stomach twist.

he glances down, still smirking, until he sees your face.

you’re staring at nothing, eyes wide and watery, lashes clumped from blinking too fast. lips trembling like you’re trying so hard to hold it in but you’re already losing the battle.

and it hits him like a truck.

“wait.”

his smile drops instantly.

“wait. shit. baby.”

it wasn't exactly what he said. sure, it was kind of hurtful, but it was more the accumulation of all of your stressors and he happened to be the final straw. don't crash out over this. it's ok. you don’t say anything. you don't trust yourself. you don’t move, either, lest some tears fall out with the motion. your chest rises with a shaky breath you try to swallow.

his whole body tenses. “fuck, i didn’t mean that. hey, no, no, c’mere. look at me.”

he’s cupping your face before you can turn away, thumb brushing your cheek, voice suddenly so soft.

“i was just messin’ with you,” he says, frantic now. “i didn’t mean it. of course i love you. fuck, of course i do.”

you blink up at him, eyes glassy. you're so vulnerable and emotional right now. honestly, you'd been sort of insecure about loving katsuki more than he loves you lately, and he confirmed all of your worst fears. after all, you were technically 'just friends.' just because he hangs out with you doesn't mean he loves you. “but you said-”

“i know what i said,” he cuts in quickly, guilt written all over him. “and it was stupid, okay? i was bein’ a dick like always and i swear i didn’t mean it. not even a little.”

your lip wobbles and he practically whines, pulling you against him and hiding his face in your hair.

“god, don’t cry. please don't cry. i’ll do anything, i’ll kiss your forehead a hundred times, just.. don’t think i don’t love you. and also stop cryin'. it's killin' me. i love you, sweets.”

you sniff against his collarbone, voice muffled. “you do?”

he leans back just enough to kiss you. your forehead, your temple, your hair. kiss, kiss, kiss.

“so fuckin' much.”

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‼️NORMALIZE NOT ADDING ANGST TAGS TO YOUR SMUT FICS WHEN THERE'S NONE JUST TO GET AUDIENCE‼️

guys please, respectfully, not everyone want to be freaky all the times. imagine craving some sad, melancholic fics but getting a nastiest smut instead like-

... just pls let us have our own personal, separated space of sadness🥺🥺

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mother’s day special!

fluff, ultimate girl dad katsuki :))) not proofread

as the sunlight shone through the curtains, husband! bakugou katsuki told his 4 daughters to keep quiet as he led them to your shared bedroom.

“shh, don’t wake mama up yet.”

you were still asleep, snoring softly. the youngest (age: 8), mitsu, giggled. “mama looks cute while sleeping, while papa looks weird. especially when he snores loudly.”

his other daughters laughed quietly at mitsu’s comment, earning a playful glare from their dad. “real funny, kid.”

“papa, lower your voice!” misaki, the eldest (age: 13), placed a finger against her lips. “you’re the one who told us to keep quiet, yet you’re the one with the loudest voice here.” katsumi (age: 10) and rika (age: 12) nodded vigorously, agreeing with their sister.

“papa’s always like that.”

“yeah. sometimes i feel like the house is shaking whenever he talks, even when he’s just whispering.”

katsuki just sighed, used to his eldest daughter scolding him and the others backing her up. he clicked his tongue as he held up a plate of breakfast he prepared for you, a large bouquet mixed with your favorite flowers, a heart-shaped balloon that says ‘happy mother’s day!’, and some gifts for you — designer bags, makeup, clothes, and other things in your wishlist, while misaki carried a heart-shaped cake that says, ‘mama y/n — best mom ever!’, and the rest holding their handwritten letters and roses for you.

“you girls are a bunch of rascals,” he commented a bit too loudly, making the girls look at him with annoyance.

“SHHH!!”

“papa!”

“sis, can you please tape papa’s mouth?”

“mama will wake up because of you!”

and you did wake up — you stirred, rubbing your eyes as you sat up, trying to know what the commotion in your bedroom was all about.

the girls and katsuki scrambled to their planned formation, katsuki in the middle, misaki and rika on his left, and katsumi and mitsu on his right.

when you opened your eyes, they exclaimed in unison, “happy mother’s day, mama! we love you!!!”

you blinked, taking a few seconds to register their words, and you smiled. “oh, my loves, thank you!” you opened your arms for them to hug you. the girls scrambled towards you with giggles and grins, embracing you. they didn’t forget to give you their cake, letters and roses for you.

katsuki, on the other hand, couldn’t help but show the biggest crooked smile on his face. the scene before him, his beloved daughters hugging the most important person in his life — you. he swallowed a lump in his throat when you looked at him, your eyes full of love as you mouthed, “thank you, honey. i love you.”

he nodded, placing the plate of breakfast on the table before walking up to you and the girls, giving you the bouquet, the gifts, and the balloon before kissing your forehead. “happy mother’s day. love you.”

“ewww, papa’s so cheesy.” rika commented as she snuggled into your arms. katsuki grunted as the rest laughed, but he couldn’t have been more thankful for you, for bringing joy to his life.

he wouldn’t trade you and his girls for anything in this world.

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MHMMMMMM

katsuki with a mean girlfriend.. smut

katsuki swears the universe gave him the meanest, brattiest damn girl alive.

always angry. always quick to bite back. always faster than him with a sharper insult that even he wouldn’t dare cross.

you’re rough around the edges, sharp-tongued and demanding — barking orders at him like he’s some underling. do this, fix that, not like that, idiot. and if it’s not perfect, you're pouting, arms crossed, throwing the dirtiest, most lethal glares at him that leave him seeing red — not with anger, but with something worse.

because fuck, he's so pussywhipped he can't even think straight when you get like that. that scowl, the cruel curl of your lips when you talk down to him... it’s a migraine and a goddamn turn-on all rolled into one.

but this — this right here —

when he’s got you spread out bare for him, your thick thighs trembling under the squeeze of his palm, ankles hiked up to your ears, caged in a brutal mating press —

this is when katsuki wins.

when your sopping cunt clutches at him, sweet and wet and so needy, when all that sharpness bleeds out of you and leaves something soft, pliant, and his.

the change is fucking addictive.

that bratty mouth, the one that usually cuts him down in two seconds flat, now only spills high, broken whimpers, breathless gasps, words slurring together into sweet, incoherent babbling.

“ngh, k-katsuki—! f-fuck—!”

voice wrecked, desperate, so pretty when you try to snap at him and only end up whining.

“yeah? thought you had somethin’ to say, princess,” he growls, slamming his hips forward, skin smacking against skin, forcing another pathetic little moan out of you.

your fingernails dig into his shoulders, your glare watery and useless now, any fight you thought you had long pounded out of you.

he knows he's in charge.

knows your voice holds no bark, no bite, nothing but soft broken pleas when he's fucking you this deep into the mattress.

the only time you're really his — the only time you’re sweet —

and katsuki plans to drag it out for as long as he fucking can.

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࿐ COUNT THE INCHES !

𝜗𝜚 bakugou katsuki |❕detailed nsfw, hard sex.

“actually 9 inches isn’t that big.” you said as your boyfriend examined bakugou’s figures. he had given you time to show him a few of the all might figures in his room because of your ‘pushing’ and a few seconds ago he had said that the figures that were almost 10 inches were in the big figures category.

“actually 9 inches isn’t that big.” wait.

you’re digging your own grave.

you realized what you said a few seconds before you turned to your boyfriend, you slowly turned around, hoping he didn’t understand, and saw him looking at you with raised eyebrows and an almost stupid grin. damn. “wait, that’s not what i meant!”

“yeah, i see.”

“oh- ffuck! k-katsuki, slow down!” it wasn’t your first, it wouldn’t be your last, but you didn’t understand how this boy’s cock could stretch you so much every time. “huh? I haven’t even gone inside you yet.”

the moment he touched you, your entire body reacted like electricity. he was always hard inside, just like him. but you knew the desire behind his hardness by heart. whenever he held u like this, something inside you burned and felt like it belonged to him at the same time. because this wasn’t just a matter of pleasure; it was a bond, a claim, a surrender.

“relax,” bakugou said, his big hand gently caressing the sides of your waist as if to ease the pain. “wasn’t it you who said 9 inches wasn’t too much?”

katsuki pressed a wet kiss to your neck with your whimpering before he started to go a little deeper, such a gentle action in contrast to his movements. “now,” he whispered.

“i want you to count the inches as they go in.”

he didn’t say anything when your nails dug into his shoulder. he just knew that he wanted more. amd you were willing to erase his boundaries with him, just like every other time. because every move he made, every breath he took was turning you upside down. he knew how to hurt you without hurting you. you loved that line right there.

he pulled his head off of your shoulder and rose above you. his red eyes started to burn you like fire, while you closed your eyes with that piercing feeling burning inside you. “four…” he said while making you feel more.

“k-katsuki…” “i said relax, didn’t i?” his tone of voice made you count the inches inside you in your own mind, no matter how much you wanted to deny it. “i can’t count!” you whined. “can’t you count?”

in just a few seconds he was completely inside you. “now? can you count?” you didn’t even realize how fast he was moving. he suddenly pushed you down. he didn’t wait for you to think, or breathe. he had complete control. your body was in his hands. and he took whatever he wanted without thinking.

“do you feel it? here?” he said, pressing his big hand on the small bulge that had formed under your belly. “can you count where i am?”

everything disappeared at that moment. there was only him and only his body language was guiding you. as he wanted you without telling you what would happen or what you should do, you quickly became unable to focus on anything but him. how fast and hard he wanted you was driving you to rebel even more. he didn’t just want you to be silent, he completely controlled your every move. there was a satisfaction in having such power combined with the pain of him crushing you.

every time he was pushing you down, he was taking over you like a slave, not only with his body but also with your soul. every move he made was driving you a little crazier and pulling you a little more into him. slowing down? what was that? there was only speed and pressure. no matter how hard, how much it hurt… you wanted him more.

as your body twisted as if it belonged to him, he was pulling you a little more into him with every push. but it wasn’t just his body pushing you, there was a pressure in everything in your mind. he was pushing you beyond everything you thought. and after you surrendered to him, it never crossed your mind to resist for a moment. “n-nngh, suki! ffuck!”

“do you feel it?”

in that bed there was only him and his greed for you. you felt like you were isolated from the whole world. no one could touch you like this, no one could bring you back up like this after they’d brought you down like this. but he could.

and you never once resisted.

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Just This Once

Pairing: Kakashi x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, he gets lost in the sauce frfr, situationship… ish?, this man wants to RUN, disorganised attachment style (primarily avoidant), penis in vagina sex, teasing, edging (accidental), unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Kakashi discovers that he has a breeding kink. It's kind of a spiritual experience.

Inspired by @rookie98writes's fic Leave It On

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Kakashi isn’t used to the strange sort of domesticity that comes with being in a... whatever this is. It’s not quite a relationship. A situationship, maybe. He’d say it’s something more than friends-with-benefits, but the two of you aren’t really friends, either.  

You come together every now and then. That’s all. Like two passing ships in the night. 

So why is he standing in front of your stove, cooking dinner while you sort through the pile of unopened mail on your kitchen table? Why did he offer to water your plants while you were gone? Why does he want to do anything for you? 

Kakashi knows what it’s like trying to play catch-up after some time away from home—two months, in your case. He’d knocked on your door a few minutes ago with the intention of returning your key, and he must have caught you right after you got back from the store if the two bags of groceries on your kitchen counter were any indication. 

You looked so dead on your feet that Kakashi took over from there, unprompted. But now, as he stirs the pot of flavourful soup simmering away on the stove, his mind sees fit to wander.  

What the hell is he doing?  

He’s getting too attached. That’s what he’s doing.  

It’s that time again—time to cut and run, just as he always does when things start to become complicated. Kakashi makes a habit of ending any potential connection before it can even start, because he can’t afford to lose anyone else. He can’t get hurt if he never lets anyone in. It’s easier that way. 

“I need to schedule my injection,” you mutter to yourself as you read through one particular letter. Then you sigh and toss it back down onto the table, before you lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. “We should probably get used to using condoms again until I can book an appointment.” 

Your birth control must be overdue, then.  

“Sure,” Kakashi answers, feigning unbothered. The two of you used condoms in the beginning, but after a particularly gruesome mission that nearly saw him home in a box, Kakashi stopped reaching for the bedside drawer, and you stopped asking him to.  

He should have known then that he was getting too attached. 

Still, it’s your body. Whatever you want. He’ll end things in the morning either way. 

As Kakashi samples a bit of the soup he’s minding on the stove, pausing for a moment to add a bit more salt, it suddenly sinks in – really sinks in – what could happen if the two of you aren’t careful.  

He could get you pregnant. 

A jolt of arousal shoots through him.

Kakashi doesn’t want children, not now, not ever, which is why it doesn’t make a lick of sense that such a thing would turn him on. He likes the idea of his seed taking root inside of you. He might even enjoy it, the imagery his mind conjures—you bent over for him, begging him to give you a baby, your pretty yukata hiked up around your waist…  

His clan crest embroidered on the back of it.  

Kakashi swears.

You startle, looking over at him in alarm. “What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’m fine,” he lies. Then he proceeds to play it off like he burned himself, but he isn’t fine. No, that single thought, that single fantasy, scares the complete and utter shit out of him—but it turns him on even more, and that’s so much worse.  

He’s already too attached. 

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Kakashi doesn’t do feelings. He has them, of course, much like any other person, but he doesn’t let them show very often, and he certainly doesn’t talk about them. He won’t say in so many words that he cares; instead, he shows you through his actions alone. 

His knees brush the underside of your thighs as he settles between your legs, bracing himself with one hand beside your head.  

What a vision you make, spread out for him like this.  

Your lamp had blown when you went to turn it on, leaving the streetlights to illuminate your features in a sickly hue of yellow-green. It isn’t romantic in the least, but he can’t help thinking that you’ve never looked more beautiful than in this moment—maybe because it’s the last time he’ll ever get to see you like this.  

The sight of you, so needy and wanting, fills his chest with something bittersweet.  

The tomoe of his sharingan spins lazily as he memorises the curves of your body, the muss of your hair, the rise and fall of your chest as you work to recover from your first orgasm of the night. His fingers are still tacky with your essence, and he smears the residual wetness over the head of his cock.

“You should wear a condom,” comes your breathy whisper, but you make no move to stop him. Your eyes almost seem to glow as you peer up at him in the dark, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. 

“Mm. Do you want me to?” 

His question hangs heavy in the air. The only things Kakashi can hear are your soft breaths and the sound of his own steady heartbeat, which quickens with every silent second that passes.  

You want to say no, he realises.  

He wants you to say no. 

“I like it better without,” you answer quietly, and the implication isn’t lost on him. Not when you look up at him with those big doe eyes, like you don’t know the risk. 

Because there is a risk, and he knows it. Kakashi hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it all night—wicked thoughts, terrible thoughts—thoughts of filling your fertile womb with his seed, thoughts of watching your belly grow round with his child, thoughts of seeing his clan sigil stamped between your shoulder blades like a mark of ownership. 

His.  

Against his better judgement, Kakashi does exactly what he shouldn’t do. He agrees.

“Just this once.”  

Just like he says every other time—except every other time, there's never been a risk.

Your coy little smile prompts him to lower down onto an arm and settle more of his weight on you. Kakashi dips his head to kiss you indulgently, savouring the taste of you, the feel of you beneath him. He kisses you like he hopes to convey just how much he missed you while you were gone, like you might be able to taste the unspoken words that linger in his mouth. 

He kisses you like he means it—and he does. That’s why he needs to go. 

As his tongue twines with yours, Kakashi fills you in a slow, beautiful glide that wrenches a whimper from your throat. He knows he should go easy on you, but he relishes in the rapid flutter of your walls as you struggle to adjust to him after so much time apart. A surge of masculine pride washes over him, tinged with a hint of guilt for stretching you open like this. He isn’t exactly small, after all, but you take him so well. 

To ease any potential discomfort, he smooths his hand up the silky skin of your thigh in a soothing caress, before he trails gentle, placating kisses along your jawline. “Is this okay?” Kakashi asks, voice low, only to be rewarded with a particularly strong contraction that makes his toes curl. 

“More than okay,” you sigh. 

As a test, he shifts his hips. When Kakashi hears your breath hitch, he knows that you can handle more.  

He starts slow, rocking into you sensually, but he already knows that he isn’t going to last. It’s been just as long for him, and you’re tighter than you’ve ever been.  

“God, Kakashi, you feel so good.”  

So do you. Kakashi sucks a bruise on your neck in response, if only to muffle the sound of his own pleasure when your perfect cunt clenches around him again.  

He needs to pace himself, or he’ll finish too soon—but then you ask him for more, and what else can he do but oblige you?

He speeds up, not overly so, just enough that both of you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of your lovemaking. The smell of your arousal permeates the air, and he’s tempted to have another taste. 

Later. 

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs into your ear. “Did you miss me that much?” 

Maybe he’s reassurance-seeking – just a little – but your answering whine tells him what he already knows. 

He’ll miss this. He’ll miss you. That’s why he needs to go. 

Kakashi doesn't want to think about that. He just wants to enjoy what little time with you he has left.

“Stay with me,” you rasp. You’ve always been good at noticing when he’s stuck in his head, but right now, Kakashi can’t help but wonder if you’ve just read his thoughts. You see through him so easily. It’s one of the things he likes about you. 

“Sorry,” he says with genuine apology, leaning in to capture your lips again. You let out a pleased hum into his mouth and lift your thighs up a little higher—an offering, one he’s more than happy to accept, even if he doesn’t plan to reciprocate your vulnerability.

It’s selfish, he knows. 

The new angle does something to him, or maybe it’s because he's well aware that it would be even easier to fill you up this way. He reaches deeper like this, and the tilt of your hips would perfectly hold his cum in place, increasing the chances that it’ll take. 

He wants it to take. 

Kakashi exhales a long, shaky breath. He shouldn’t want that as much as he does. He shouldn’t want it at all.  

“Close?”  

Yes, but he’s not going to tell you that. Kakashi pulls back to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him like he’s hung the moon. It makes his heart ache.  

He stamps it down. “I could be,” he teases lightly—a non-answer. “Are you?” 

When you open your mouth to respond, however, he snaps his hips forward suddenly to make you trip over your words. “I—shit,” you swear, and his eyes shine with silent laughter. Your own narrow playfully as you add, “I could be too, if you keep that up.”  

“Really?” 

To pick on you a little, Kakashi withdraws from your tight heat more slowly than he has all night, agonisingly slowly, until only the head of him remains inside; and then he lingers there, purposely, until the stirrings of impatience start to take you over.  

It’s cute, the frown you give him, the pout he sees beginning to form. “Don’t be mean,” you tell him sulkily. 

His lips tug up at the corners, revealing a hint of prominent canine. “Maa, I didn’t realise you were in a rush,” Kakashi drawls. “And here I wanted to take my time with you.”  

Before you can read too much into what he’s just said, he slams home. Hard.

Your startled gasp brings on a flicker of self-satisfaction deep within. Kakashi relishes in the knowledge that only he can make you feel like this—especially when he starts to fuck you in earnest, prompting you to fling your arms around his shoulders.  

“F-Fuck, Kakashi, oh my god—” 

“That’s it,” he encourages gently. “Hold onto me.”

He likes the closeness of it, the intimacy.

You cling to him like your life depends on it, which brings about a funny feeling in his chest that he can’t quite shake—something warm and gooey and affectionate.  

Kakashi stamps that down, too, and traces the line of your neck with his tongue, kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin until you shiver. Seeing your throat so littered with love bites unearths something within him, something primal that he’s always refused to name. He likes seeing the marks he’s left on you. He wants them to mean something.

He wants them to mean that you’re his. 

He’s too attached. 

To distract himself from what he intends to do in the morning, Kakashi picks up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh as he drives his hips into yours, fast and rough, exactly how you want it.  

It won't last long. He’s too worked up. 

Kakashi knows he’ll come before you do if he continues like this, but when he tries to slow down, you dig your heels insistently into his ass. 

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop, please—” 

“I’ll have to pull out soon,” he says raggedly, even though the thought of finishing in you already has him ready to blow.

When Kakashi feels you lock your ankles behind him, he nearly does.  

“I want it inside,” you whine, your breath fanning hot over the shell of his ear.  

His thoughts screech to a halt. You want him to come inside you, knock you up— 

“Fuck,” he curses, stopping abruptly, buried all the way to the hilt. His cock throbs wildly, desperate for release, forcing him to tightly grip the the sheets above your head in order to stave it off. 

If he moves right now, he’s done for.  

When you make a quiet, frustrated sound deep in your throat and wiggle your hips, Kakashi barely manages to hang on. He can feel that tell-tale flutter inside of you, the one that indicates exactly how close you are, but he’s closer. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he tries to hold himself together.  

You finish first. Always. 

“Don’t be mean,” you say again, but you sound a little more petulant this time.  

Kakashi lets out an exhausted sort of laugh and presses a wet smack of a kiss against your cheek, making you giggle. “You like it when I’m mean.”  

“I like it when you’re nice,” you clap back, voice breathy. 

Kakashi hums knowingly. “All right. I can be nice.”  

Then he pulls back just enough to pepper your face with kisses, and you squeal in delight, though it soon tapers off into a moan when he starts to trail them down your throat, each one more sensual than the last. He palms one of your breasts, gently squeezing, tweaking a nipple— 

“Come on,” you whine, digging your heels into his ass a second time. 

No more teasing. You want him to be nice.

You inhale sharply when Kakashi picks back up where he left off, this time with quick, shallow thrusts that target your g-spot. He smooths his hand down your side, savouring the softness of your skin, then he slides it in between your bodies to rub your clit in just the way you like—the way he remembers you like, because he’s too fucking attached. And sure enough, when your hips buck from the added sensation, he knows that it’s working for you. 

“If you—If you edge me again, I swear to god—” 

Upon hearing the indignation in your voice, Kakashi laughs softly. “I won’t.” 

Then he remembers that he won’t have a chance to edge you again. Not after tonight. 

His jaw tenses at the reminder. 

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you gasp, holding onto him, needing him, which pulls him right back into the present. “Come with me. Please?” 

Kakashi bites back a groan and slides in deeper, readying to do what his body craves. 

No. He can’t come with you. He’d have to finish inside in order for that to happen. 

And just like that, he’s back to teetering on the edge. The filth his mind conjures nearly proves to be his undoing—a vivid image of your tight, wet cunt wringing out every drop of his cum until it takes, tying you to him, making you need him. Making you his. The threat of it simmers under his skin, but it’s starting to feel more like a guarantee. 

Get her there, then pull out. 

Kakashi repeats those words in his head like a mantra, over and over, like it’ll ensure that he lasts, and it works—at least until you start to move your hips in time with his thrusts. You meet him at the perfect angle, sucking him deep on every stroke, allowing him to slide just beyond your cervix and into that spot that sends your voice into a fever pitch. 

A choked sob escapes you as you rake your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake. The sting of it only sends him higher, and he sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder to prevent himself from blowing too soon. 

“Right there, Kakashi, right fucking there—” 

Right there, so deep within you that if he came right now— 

He groans when he imagines what would happen, and it all ends with his baby in your belly and his family crest on your back. It shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, yet he fucks into you with purpose, now—hard, deep, powerful thrusts that knock your headboard into the wall. 

Kakashi knows exactly what that purpose is. The primal part of his brain won’t let him forget it. 

“Yes, just like that, fuck me, make me fucking yours—” 

He kisses you to shut you up, because if he hears another syllable, he’s sure to fill you to the brim. It’s not a gentle kiss, not now. He holds your head in place with a firm grip on your jaw, shoves his tongue into your mouth, and still, he recites his mantra. 

Get her there, then pull out.  

Get her there, then pull out.  

Get her there, then—  

You jerk your head away to gulp in a breath of fresh air, chest heaving from exertion, and Kakashi’s eyes sweep over your face for any sign of discomfort. What he finds is the opposite, and he drinks in the pleasured scrunch of your brows, the hazy flutter of your eyelids, the kiss-swollen state of your lips. 

Watching your muscles tense and strain as you struggle to keep your eyes on his is one of the most intimate things he’s ever experienced. “Come inside me,” you beg, and he can hear the desperation there, see it written all over your pretty face. “I need it, I fucking need it, Kakashi, give me your cum—” 

“I’ll give it to you,” he chokes out. Anything for you. Anything you want. 

The way your fingers wrench into his hair belies a hunger that matches his own as you drag him down for another kiss, messy and insistent, demanding that he make good on his promise to pump you full. He can feel the ripple of your inner walls as you come undone, feel the painfully tight squeeze of your legs around his waist, holding him there, ensuring that he stays; and never in his life has he felt so overwhelmed.  

He can’t pull out. Not now. Not when you’re so willing to milk him dry. 

Kakashi kisses you with everything that he is as he shoves himself impossibly deep inside of you, acting solely on instinct to drown your cervix in hot, sticky spend. He lets out a sound of pure male satisfaction that you eagerly swallow down, your tongue massaging his in tune with every erratic jerk of his hips as he empties himself inside of you, painting your insides white.

It feels good. It feels right. 

He’s too attached. 

He doesn’t care. 

As he comes down from his high, all Kakashi can think about is how fucking risky it is, what he’s just done, which only ruins him more when the post-orgasm clarity finally hits. 

Why the hell did he do that?  

What the hell did he do?

Your thighs tremble and shake, a sign that he’s done his job well, though he feels no pride in it—just a growing sense of panic.  

He needs to go. He needs to go right now. Not tomorrow. Now. He needs to get the hell out of here and never look back, right fucking now.  

Then he hears your quiet sob, and his heart leaps into his throat. Kakashi jerks his head down to look at you, and when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, he actually does panic.  

“Did I—Shit,” he quickly pulls out to check on you, more attentive than he’s ever been, “Did I hurt you?” 

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s accidentally hurt a woman during sex, but he really should have taken it easier on you. He probably went too deep, hit your cervix too hard. 

“No,” you sniffle. “I’m fine. I just... I really missed you.” 

Fuck. Don’t say that. You’ll make him want to stay.  

His eyes soften as they trail over your features – the colour of your irises, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips – and he gently smooths your tears away with the backs of his fingers. “I didn’t hurt you?” 

You shake your head and offer him a watery smile. “I also came really, really hard,” you add matter-of-factly, and he huffs out a relieved laugh. It’s hormonal, then. “They’re happy tears, Kakashi. Calm down.” 

Teasing or not, someone telling him of all people to calm down is an otherworldly experience. The phrase lands strangely, and for the first time since he came to see you tonight, his thoughts quiet down to a dull background murmur. 

They’re happy tears, you said. 

You’re happy with him. 

He’s happy with you, too. He doesn’t want to go. 

You frown, then, and lean up onto your elbows to look at him more closely. “What’s wrong?”  

Kakashi can’t be sure what you see in his expression to warrant that sort of question, but the fight finally leaves him. He sits back on his heels and drags a hand down his face, feeling defeated for a reason he can’t explain.  

“I was just...” Happy, for a moment. Happy to be with you. “Worried,” he finishes lamely. He can’t look at you, not when he feels the heat of a blush creeping up his neck. 

You laugh and gently cup the side of his face, turning him back towards you. “Okay. Well, I’m fine,” you pat his cheek in playful reprimand, “but I am leaking all over my clean sheets, and it’s your fault, so...”  

That draws his attention. When Kakashi sees the creamy mess spilling out of you, his flaccid cock twitches with interest even after he remembers why his stomach is in knots.  

“Sorry,” he says hoarsely, transfixed by the sight. 

He wants to do it again.

He shouldn’t want to do it again. He feels fucking crazy for having done it once already, when the two of you aren’t even in a relationship, let alone in any way prepared for a child. But again? A second time? He’d have to be certifiably insane. 

“It’s fine,” you reassure him, and Kakashi wonders how the hell you can possibly be taking it so in stride. He came a lot. There’s so much of it dripping out onto the sheets that it’s starting to create a small puddle under your ass, and there’s even more inside of you—a lot more, judging by how hard he came. 

It might take. It might seriously take, and you think it’s fine? 

“You’re doing it again,” you tell him, and his eyes snap back up to yours. He’s in his head again, you mean. Then you chew your lip for a moment, hesitation evident, before you ask carefully, “You’ve been acting a little… off tonight. Is everything okay?”  

Every single one of his instincts is telling him to run. That’s where this conversation always leads, but he’s not ready for it. Not yet. Maybe not ever. 

He swallows the lump in his throat. “I’m fine.” 

When you frown at him, skeptical, Kakashi shifts uncomfortably under your gaze.  

“Okay. I won’t pry. But, um, I’m here. You know. If you ever need to talk.” You say it a little awkwardly, like you aren’t sure if he’d be offended by the suggestion, and the worried crease between your brows only grows at whatever you see in his expression. “Or... Or not.” 

You laugh nervously, then, and shift away from him, only to wrinkle your nose when more of his cum oozes out of you.  

It’s cute. You’re cute. 

“You said it’s fine. Why?” The question leaves him before he even thinks it through, but it’s too late, now.  

“What?” 

This wasn’t the first time he’s come inside of you, not by a long shot, but it’s certainly the riskiest. “I finished inside. Aren’t you upset?” 

“What do you mean? You finish inside me all the—” Then you stop, and your brows shoot straight up onto your forehead. “Wait, is this about my birth control?”  

“Well, it’s overdue, isn’t it?”  

You stare at him for a prolonged moment, and he can almost see the gears turning in your head. Then your nostrils flare. “Are you kidding me? You thought my birth control was overdue, and you still—” Scandalised, you slap him on the arm. “Kakashi!” 

Oh. Well. It must not be overdue yet, then. 

Of course you wouldn’t let him come inside if there was a chance that you might conceive. He’s a fucking idiot. 

“That’s so bad! What if you got me pregnant?” 

A lick of heat shoots up his spine upon hearing you give voice to what’s been on his mind all night. Kakashi stares at you, wide eyed, and blushes all the way to the tips of his ears.  

You study his face for a moment, before you purse your lips, looking a little troubled. Or pissed off. He can’t really tell. “I mean... Did you want to get me pregnant?” 

“No,” he rushes to say, his cheeks burning hot because yes, he did, but not for real.  “No. Not at all. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and...”  

And how the hell is he supposed to explain himself? Neither of you are exactly vanilla, you’ve explored a number of kinks together, but this is something else entirely. Then again, a breeding kink would make the most sense out of any, considering it stems from a biological urge to procreate. 

But would you even believe him if he said he only gets off to the fantasy of it, and not the reality? Because if a woman ever said that to him, he’d get the hell out of dodge as fast as he could. 

A sly smile tugs at your lips, then, a knowing smile, and Kakashi quickly averts his eyes to the window, embarrassed. 

“You like it, don’t you?” you hum, seductively walking your fingers along his bare shoulders. “You like the idea of knocking me up.” 

Refusing to look at you, Kakashi clears his throat, trying to ignore the arousal that comes on from your suggestive tone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“No?” The sheets rustle as you reposition yourself, and then, when your fingers delicately wrap around his cock, he inhales sharply and bites the inside of his cheek. “Then why are you so hard?”  

And he is, too. He’s already fully erect and ready for another round, and he knows that there’s no way to lie his way out of it anymore. As you start to work your hand over him in slow, sensual strokes, up and down, coaxing the answer out of him, his head drops back. “Because,” he rasps.  

The sheets shift again, and then you crawl into his lap. He welcomes you gladly, splaying his hand over your lower back to steady you, though he still can’t meet your gaze. He’s too embarrassed. 

“Because why?” you hum. Kakashi lets out a pleasured sigh as you kiss and suck your way up the side of his neck, stroking him steadily, before you purr into his ear, “Because you want to give me a baby?” 

A soft sound of approval rips out of his throat, and his cock twitches into your palm. “Don’t—Don’t say that,” he pleads. 

“Hm? Why not?” 

To hell with it. No sense in hiding it anymore. “Because I might actually do it.” 

“Yeah?” Your teeth tug playfully at his earlobe before you pull back to look at him, and Kakashi finally wills himself to meet your sultry gaze, humiliated though he is. “You know,” you muse, “I don’t like condoms for a reason. I wonder why?” 

The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh.

Oh, he should have known. You’re just as filthy as he is. Of course you’d have a breeding kink, too, though he’s exceedingly grateful that you’d kept it to yourself until now. You’ve never been shy about sharing the things you enjoy, which means you probably figured out how he’d react. That’s the only explanation. 

He likes that you understand him as well as you do. 

He likes you.

“I think I might be able to guess,” Kakashi says knowingly, a smile playing at his lips. When he leans in to kiss you again, all he can think is: maybe it’s not a bad thing to be too attached. 

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Snippet #1:

“You said it was overdue,” Kakashi tells you pointedly.

“No, I said I needed to make an appointment,” you correct, and he can see that you’re struggling not to laugh. “I still have, like, a week left on it. Ish. It doesn’t hurt to be careful.” 

While you cook breakfast for the two of you, Kakashi wraps his arms around your waist from behind and traces the shell of your ear with his tongue.  “What if I don’t want to be careful?”  

He feels the shiver wrack your body, but then you do laugh at him. “Down, boy. Three rounds wasn’t enough for you?” 

“Oh, I don’t know...” Kakashi pulls you back against him, allowing you to feel the answer for yourself, hard and insistent against your ass. “You tell me.” 

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Snippet #2:

Kakashi hides his face in your pillow, feeling distinctly vulnerable without his mask. “Don’t tease me,” he groans, muffled. “I have a delicate constitution.” 

You cackle at his discomfort, like the cruel woman you are. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But I’m really, really curious.” Then you hum thoughtfully. “Do you want to know one of mine?” 

He lifts his head just enough to reveal one curious eye. 

You squirm a little, then, like you’re finally starting to realise exactly how embarrassing it is to talk about. “I, um...” A pause. “So, you know how...” Another pause, and you take a deep breath. “Okay. I like to imagine that I'm being used to—to repopulate a clan, I guess. Just, over and over. Lots of kids. But not for real.” 

He feels another jolt of arousal at your admission. 

Looks like you’re on the same page, then. 

Then Kakashi leans up onto his elbow to regard you properly, and then he lifts an eyebrow, as if to point out how closely that particular fantasy hits to home. 

That’s when you seem to realise who you’re talking to – the sole remaining member of a clan that could probably stand to be repopulated – and your eyes go wide, before you nearly trip over yourself to add, “It—It has nothing to do with your clan, specifically, Kakashi, it’s just—” 

“A fantasy,” he finishes for you, amused. 

 You worry your lip between your teeth and nod. 

“Well,” Kakashi says, considering his answer for a moment, “I might have imagined that, too. Specifically.” Then he gives you a roguish grin, intending to pay you back in kind for your teasing. “How many children do you think would be enough for my clan to be sufficiently repopulated, hm? I’m thinking eight.” 

Mortified, you bury your face in your hands. “Oh my god! Eight?” 

Payback’s a bitch. “Well, I was originally going to say ten, but—” 

When you squeal in embarrassment and yank the blankets over your head, Kakashi barely manages to stifle a laugh.  

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A/N: This is the first thing I've posted in a hot minute, so your feedback would mean a lot - please let me know what you think :)

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౨౿ random bf! bakugou katsuki headcanons (part 2) ⸻ bakugou katsuki x gender neutral! reader

contains ! fluff

notes ! i'm back .. school's been kicking my ass </3

we all know he's a good cook... so he will always learn to make your favorite meals

very observant of you, from the words you mutter to the actions you do

he also has a great memory, too, like you were on a date with him at the mall and you kept looking at a necklace that caught your eye, then on the drive home he suddenly gave you that specific necklace...?!?!

he would never ever ever ever EVER cheat on YOU. like cheating fics piss me off.. he is very loyal, he doesn't give you mixed signals, he loves you and ONLY you. why the hell would he bother looking at other people when he has you?!??!

arguments, like serious ones, are rare for the both of you. sure, you both bicker here and there but if ever you both really argue, he refuses to let you sleep without making up

i think he'd be an acts of service kinda guy because i think he believes that actions speak louder than words. thus he doesn't say "i love you" most of the time, but you know he does because of his actions towards you.

i like to think that you're his passenger princess, and he doesn't let anyone sit on the passenger seat of his car 😁 you have more things in his glovebox than he does LOL

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I need a drummer Katsuki one shot off this inspo

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heard you needed some bakugo promots so i’ll give you some things i’ve been thinking about

giving him a massage after a long day of work. he’s so reluctant at first but you persist and he eventually gives in. he’s like pudding and just melts at everything else you do. his little sights and grunts are so cute(could also lead to something else…)

or just showering together. washing his hair. him scrubbing your back. the exchange of love is just so overwhelming you guys just stand and look at each other. exchanging little jokes and shared breaths, small kisses until you’re both pruny

STAWWWPPPPP OMFG TY THESE ARE SO AAAAA 🥹🥹🥹 i’m gonna make a separate post about showering with katsuki hehehehehe

bakugou katsuki just got home from a long day of fighting villains, all worn out, but of course he didn’t forget to greet you and kiss your forehead. he sat tiredly on the couch and you came up behind him, offering to give him a massage.

“nah, i’m good.” he said, closing his eyes.

“you look like you need one.”

“i don’t— ugh…” he groaned as you started massaging his shoulders. he eventually relaxed in your touch, exhaling as he closed his eyes.

“feels good?” you asked, and he hummed. “told you.”

he grunted as you massaged the right spot, “yeah… that’s right, just like that… why the hell did you stop?”

“that sounded wrong, katsuki.”

“…shut up.”

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i need bakugou prompts so bad .. i can’t stop thinking abt him bro 😭😭😭😭😭😭 i can’t stop thinking abt domestic bakugou too 😔

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oh my FUCKINGN god JUST WHEN I DELETED THE APP

I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

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note: ok i like the headcanon that bakugou’s sweat smells like caramel SO 😁

thinking about domestic! bakugou katsuki who has daughters who tease him immensely every second.

“ew, dad! you stink!”

rika yelled out in a teasing manner as your husband katsuki, who just came home from his hero patrol, entered the living room.

“yeah!” mitsu covered her nose. “go shower, old man!”

katsuki took off his gauntlets and placed them on a nearby table. “where’s your mom?”

“we’ll tell you if you showered first!”

he glared at them playfully before he noticed you stepping into the room, crossing your arms. “girls, your dad doesn’t even stink.”

“yes, he doeees!”

“tch. honey, is that true? do i really stink?”

katsuki beckoned you to come closer to him, and once you did, he pulled you into his arms. the familiar caramel scent filled your nose, making you relax onto him. “nuh-uh.”

“ewww, get a room!”

“gross!”

“brats.” katsuki grumbled kissing your forehead before pulling away gently, “old man stink?”

your daughters squealed before running away from him. you sighed as katsuki started chasing after them, their uncontrollable laughter echoing through the house.

how you love your husband and kids.

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Bakugo doodles

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can’t stop thinking about bakugou katsuki and his chubby cheeks. have you seen this man smiling widely hehehe

you love to squish and squeeze his cheeks out of the blue, and the first time you did that he’d be like, “the hell are you doin’?” he’s so confused and kind of annoyed because no one has ever tried to do that to him. (except for mama mitsuki lol)

but overtime, he’d just let you do whatever you want with his cheeks — squeeze it, squish it, doing like an )o( with it LOL. he feigns annoyance while you do it, but he has grown to love your weird obsession (as he says) with his cheeks.

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He’s so…. I need him 😔