No But Imagine It's Your Birthday And Katsu Has Went Out Of His Way To Make The Day Perfect For You,

Could you please well if you don't want to that's fine but could you make a bakugo x y/n 18+ y/n getin prego🤐 i sound so sus but idc

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Bkg x fem!reader

cw: breeding, unprotected sex, mdni

short & unedited. im sorry

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“does it feel good sweet girl?” his words matching the sweet sensation of his thrusts. every one sending your head into a frenzy.

“Cmon baby tell your suki how good it feels.” hot hands running down your body covered in a layer of sweat. The pair of you have been at it for hours, ever since you visited kirishima’s new baby it’s all you could think about. As you walked through the front door Katsuki’s hands were on you in a second.

“S-so good, S-ugh yes right there!” his thrusts slow for a moment as bakugou watches your eyes glisten over with tears. He gives one slow deep push into that special spot “here? you like it right here pretty girl?” one more thrust.

“Uh huh please suki please faster!” you whimper as your hips thrust on their own beneath him. he picks up speed, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt getting even tighter, and soon he becomes close himself.

“Please inside suki wan a baby! wan make you a daddy-oh!” one final push and he was a goner, spilling his hot seed in your gummy walls with a moan of your name.

“whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

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i need more of this

and katsuki’s a bitch. he jokingly mocks y/n’s moans after their done.

“you know our neighbors are gonna file a complain about you right?”

“katsuki?!!? why?? what did i do????”

“ahhh— oh my god! fuck! katsuki! fuck that’s so good! ahhh! i’m gonna—”

“i hate you”

does it with all his body weight on you and kissing up your neck. he smells like you and it’s making you feel woozy. hand on your waist to hold you tight close to him and he’s so equally cute and annoying.

i think- i think i just got asked out

nahh

my heart hurts

i’m sick and daydreaming

“what’s wrong with you?”

you groan, pressing your head back into the pillow. you’d dragged it into the living room to make yourself a makeshift bed on the couch while you waited for bakugou to get home.

“don’t feel good,” you mumble quietly. your eyes are closed, but you can feel him glaring at you from his spot near the door.

a second passes and you flinch when you feel a rough hand press into your forehead—then both cheeks, your temples, your neck. you’d smile at his doting if you didn’t feel so awful.

“what doesn’t feel good?”

“stomach hurts…my head too. feel really tired.”

“fuckin’ idiot,” he snaps, but there’s no heat to it as he brushes your hair out of your face that’s just a little sweaty, “what’d you stay up for me for then?”

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hims keeping me company

i need some raunchy smut

Roommate! Bakugou who slowly watches his friends fall in love, watches them share their lives with someone. He sees the way they look at their person, sees how that kind of love changes someone. And he’s happy for them, truly, even when it means they have less time to hang out.

But he can’t help but ache.

He’d give anything to feel that. To be that attached to someone. To be holding someone like that.

Every time time that ache starts to feel like it’s too much, that it’s going to consume him from the inside out, you’re there.

He’s had a few relationships, sure, but he’s never really been in love. Not truly. Until he fell for you, that is. Silently, painfully, and unexpectedly.

He knows you don’t mean to be his beacon. He knows it’s all unintentional, the way you pull him out of that ache. He especially knows you don’t mean to be the reason for that ache.

He knows he could love you the way you want, the way you both deserve, if you’d just give him a chance. But he also knows you’re afraid.

He’s held you while you cried over being cheated on, brought you food when you’d get so down you’d stop eating. And he was the one who broke your ex’s nose when he had the audacity to talk down to you in front of him.

He knows you’ve been hurt. He understands why you’re scared to let someone know you again. Except he already does. He knows your favorite color, he knows your favorite food, which shows you watch when you’re sad, he notices the way you stay up late and bake things when you can’t sleep, or the way you pick at your nails when you’re anxious. Inside and out, he knows you, loves you.

He just doesn’t know what it’s like to be loved by you.

But there are moments when he’s sure he gets a glimpse:

Movie nights where you end up under the same blanket as him, fast asleep and curled into his side or against his chest.

Quiet moments when he has an important interview and you have to help him with his tie, soothing his worries without him saying a word about them.

Pro-Hero events where you’re his plus one and you press close to him for pictures, smiling warmly up at him with your hand on his chest.

He wants nothing more than to feel your love unbridled, to see you love without caution. He wishes he could tell you to just fall for him, assure you that he’ll catch you.

But for now, he’ll just have to feel that ache.

he’s telling me all the things he likes about me.

i’ve made it folks