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K Bakugou x female reader!

In which your pro hero husband is a freak. Especially when he hasn’t seen his pretty wife in a while.

Your husband Bakugou-Who comes home exhausted from hero work all day. Boots kicked off near the door as he makes his way towards your shared bedroom.

Your husband Bakugou-Who gets into bed bare after taking a shower. Looking at his soft pretty little wife sleeping. He almost would feel bad about waking you up. Key word ALMOST.

Your husband Bakugou- Who has you in a mean arch while hitting you from behind. Did you really think you were safe? After teasing him for weeks….did you really think you were gonna be able to sleep peacefully.

Your husband Bakugou-Who’s to tired to hold back his moans. Loud desperate moans as he drives in deeper,faster the loud -PLAT PLAT noises making you embarrassed as you sink your head deeper into the pillow whining desperately for your husband to go deeper.

Your husband Bakugou-who taps out after making you cum 3 times. To tired to clean up you laugh and play in his hair. “Don’t tell me your done already?” You tease and he opens one eye. “Stop fucking yapping and go to sleep.”

Your husband Bakugou-Who sleeps peacefully after making a mess of you.

perv!kat who hates pda but always slips his arm around her waist in public.

perv!kat who uses his quirk on her inner thighs during her first time.

perv!kat who fucks her infront of a mirror so she sees the sweat and saliva that covers her face.

perv!kat who’s a major masochist.

perv!kat who fucked his girlfriends lace underwear before they had sex for the first time.

perv!kat who doesn’t let his girlfriend call him bakugo. it’s katsuki or a stupid nickname that makes no sense.

perv!kat who cooks delicious meals as aftercare.

perv!kat who likes to rub his girlfriends inner inner thighs underneath the tables.

perv!kat who doesn’t use her name casually. when he says it, it’s intentional. it’s long, deep, and careful at home.

perv!kat who always knows where she is in the house. bedroom? footsteps rapidly approaching. kitchen? shouting asking about cooking from the bedroom.

perv!kat who keeps his girlfriends favorite snacks in his mind, fixs her broken machines, adjusts the temperature without being asked, and sets reservations at 8pm on a random tuesday.

perv!kat who doesn’t shout at strangers who get to close in public, but rather shows off what’s his. a small hickey strategically placed for viewing.

perv!kat who lets his girlfriend paint his nails for no particular reason

perv!kat who doesn’t care what she’s doing. constantly around her like a stray dog. she could be pissing at 3 in the morning and he would still watch her

perv!kat who doesn’t let her leave bed early. his hand snakes around her wrist and tugs her back in.

warnings/tags: mdni, f!reader, cursing, dating, consensual, sexual themes, suggestive, dirty talk, pet names, smutttt, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it hoe), sleep sex, creampie.

a/n: i had the biggest writers block of my life and died. but im back and was in the mood to whip smth for my tumblr ho's. I post everyday on tiktok so check me out if you haven't. i write a lot more on there and there’s a good variety. anyway, short little fic for you all. mwa !

after long ridiculous hours at work, you basically pass out the second you get home around six in the morning. laying on the sofa with your phone playing a video on loop.

"baby!" gojo opens the door, holding his arms out wide, waiting for you to greet him like you always did when he was away.

he looked to his left and saw your shoes on the rack, so you had to be home.

"babyyy?" he calls out, hearing a small noise come from the living room.

he walks over and sees you phone slipping from your hand.

"oh my." he whispers, turning it off and placing it on the coffee table. "my poor overworked girl." he clicks his tongue.

he notices your thighs rubbing together, small tiny whines escaping your lips.

“oh?” he smirks, kneeling down until he’s at eye level. “you dreamin something dirty?” he laughs, hands grazing your ass.

“mmngh- satoru…” you murmur.

the tent in his pants becomes even more obvious—cock straining against the fabric.

“how sweet.” he gnaws at his bottom lip.

he gets on top on you, putting his hands on either side of you. “pretty little thing.” he lifts your shirt up, revealing your perky tits.

he cups your puffy tits, thumb circling your nipple.

“wake up, baby.” he whispers, hot breath on your neck.

you whimper, turning your head to the side.

he trails down your body, lips wrapping around your bud—sweetly sucking.

his hand travels down your shorts, feeling the wet spot on your panties. “c’mon.” his jaw tightens, cheeks hollowing as he sucks harder. “wake up, baby girl.” he whines.

your hips jerk up, “ngh…”

“you tease me even in your sleep.” he groans, pulling your shorts down. “look at that pretty pussy.” he cooes, pushing your panties to the side.

he unbuttons his pants, taking everything off and throwing it somewhere on the floor. cock springing out and bouncing off his abs.

he slaps his hard cock against your wet cunt, “shit-“ he hisses.

he aligns the tip to your entrance, slowly penetrating your slit.

your hole gapes, swallowing his thick cock and tightening around his base.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, snapping his hips against yours—rough, hard, and desperate.

“wake up.” he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing with just enough pressure to make your squirm. “i want to fucking hear you.”

your eyelids twitch, eyes slowly opening while he fucks you like a whore.

he pounds into you even harder, cock kissing your cervix. “y/n.” he moans. “look at me.” he grabs your face, gaze meeting yours.

you blink, “satoru-“ you yelp, feeling your pussy stretched around him.

“good morning.” he laughs, pupils blown wide as he continues to thrust into you.

“oh my god-“ your back arches off the sofa, eyes rolling back.

“no- no. look at me, baby.” he bites the inside of his cheeks, hand tightening around your face as he forces you to look at him.

your hole flutters around him, “h-harder.” you stammer.

hearing that, gojo pumps his cock into you—abusing your small pussy.

your hole clenches around him, pulsating as hot cum spills out of your cunt.

“fuck.” he groans, cock sinking inside you with a brutal thrust, hot ropes flooding your pussy.

“were you dreamin of me?” he tilts his head, pressing kisses all over your face.

“yeah.” you let out a breathless laugh, “you’re an incubus in my dreams.”

“really?” he raises his brows, “who fucks you better?”

“hm.” you hum, fingers brushing through his white hair. “i need to do a few more test runs…to get a fair answer.”

“oh yeah?” he flips you over on your stomach, “arch your back, sweetheart. we’ll be here all day until you only know my name.”

Robby has been in a foul mood all week because his husband has been out of town and he doesnt know how to manage by himself after getting used to their routine. this leads him to be even more grouchy and irritable around the new students and even the regular staff

several threats have been made by Dana, Jack, and Trinity in an attempt to rectify his sour mood:

“Robby, take a breather or I’m calling Whitaker”

“You would hate for Whitaker to hear about how you’ve been acting, wouldn’t you?”

“One word to Huckleberry is all it takes” (They silently question this name but there’s not much time to dwell on it in the busy ER)

“Brother, relax. He’ll be back soon”

“Remember what happened last time he heard about you being mean?”

(The students don’t know, but last time Dennis was out of town and Robby was being pissy, he made Robby go around and apologize to everyone who called Dennis to complain about his rude behavior.)

They overhear nurses at the hub complaining;

“Ugh I can’t wait for Dr. Whitaker to get back. He really knows how to whip Robby into shape.”

“Seriously! I don’t know how he does it”

“Oh you know exactly how…”

“Ew!”

Dana cuts in, “Get back to work, you two! There’s still names on that board which means there’s still patients that need tending to.”

The nurses scurry off with mumbled “yes ma’ams” and Dana sighs. She shakes her head and laments, “Can’t wait for Whitaker to return”.

After everything they’ve heard, the new med students have started envisioning what this mysterious Dr. Whitaker must be like. They imagine he’s scary if he can intimidate Dr. Robby, the biggest most intimidating doctor in the Pitt.

On Friday, word travels that Dr. Whitaker will be coming in for a swing shift before returning to his regular schedule. They see Dr. Robby perk up at this and observe how he gets more anxious the closer it gets to 1 pm. He glances at the ambulance bay and checks his phone frequently.

Finally, at 12:45 pm, someone shouts out, “Whitaker! Thank God!”

The med students all quickly glance up in a nervous sweat, scanning the floor for anyone who looks even mildly scary. Imagine their surprise when they all look to see Dana walk around the desk at the Hub with her arms raised and tightly embrace a small, 5’7 mousy boy who looks like he could still be in college.

The boy—Dr. Whitaker, as they’ve recently discovered —chuckles and drops his bag at his feet before returning the hug.

“Was it that bad?” he laughed.

She pulled back and grabbed him by the shoulders, “Like you wouldn’t believe”

“Where is he anyways?” Dr. Whitaker looks around the floor and locks eyes with one of the students. His eyebrows raise and he turns back to Dana.

“I didn’t realize it was already time for the next rotation, let me go introduce myself.”

“You go do that, kid. I’ll find Robby. He’s probably hiding”

He walks out of Dana’s hold and picks up his bag before making his way toward the students. They straighten up immediately, unsure what to make of the doctor they’ve heard so much yet so little about.

He smiles brightly and waves, “Hello! I’m Dr. Whitaker, one of the senior residents here in the ED. I hope you’ve all enjoyed your rotation so far; I apologize for not being here at the beginning of it”

They all nod politely while taking a second to process. Seriously? This is the guy Dr. Robby was scared of?

As if they’ve summoned him, they see Dr. Robby walking behind Dr. Whitaker. It’s as though Dr. Whitaker can sense him, because he turns around and says, “And where do you think you’re going?”

Dr. Robby freezes. “Oh! Hey hun. I was just looking for you..”

“Hun”?? Now they’re really confused.

“Uh huh. You wanna tell me why I’ve been getting texts all week from Trin about you? About how you’ve been acting?” It’s like a switch flipped. Dr. Whitaker lost his friendly demeanor and has turned into something not unlike that of a teacher chastising a child. He looks expectantly at Dr. Robby with his arms crossed.

“Um, well you see..” Dr. Robby sheepishly started but Dr. Whitaker cut him off.

“Look, if you miss me that badly, just call me. Don’t terrorize your staff. Especially not while there’s new students. It gives a bad impression.”

He looks up at Dr. Robby and gives him an exasperated yet friendly smile. Though, friendly might not be the right word.

The students watch in shock as Dr. Whitaker reaches up and outright cups Dr. Robby’s cheek, patting it slightly before lowering his hand where Dr. Robby catches it and brings it to his chest.

“I didn’t want to bother you while you were at your conference.” They’ve never seen Dr. Robby this shy before. It’s like he’s a completely different man around this Dr. Whitaker person.

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t pull that. You know you could never bother me. Now go do your attending stuff and we’ll talk later. I need to put my bag away and say hey to Trin before she finds me and strangles me for ignoring her” He rolls his eyes and withdraws his hand.

Dr. Robby nods and looks as though he’s going to say something else but he just grabs Dr. Whitaker’s shoulder and squeezes it before walking toward Central.

Dr. Whitaker turns back to the students, who are all agape taking in the scene that just transpired.

He chuckles and shakes his head slightly, “I’m sorry about my husband. He gets grumpy when I’m away for too long.” He claps his hands in front of his chest, “Now! How about some introductions?”

Husband! It all makes sense for them now.

They introduce themselves and continue with their shift. Every now and then they look up to see Dr. Whitaker and Dr. Robby huddled together smiling and talking quietly.

After the shift ends, they can understand now how those two would be married. It’s like they’re two halves of a whole. During procedures, they worked as if they could predict each other’s moves. They passed surgical tools before the other even asked for it. During down time, they would catch each other’s eye across the floor and smile softly before returning to their individual tasks. Dr. Robby has never been more pleasant.

The med students don’t know what kind of man Dr. Whitaker is yet, but they sure are glad that he’s back.

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"BAKUGOS GINORMOUS TITTIES SEEN ON BILLBOARD!!!!"

“everything okay?” a man asks, holding your wrist with concern.

“mmhmmm! jus— just realized something,” you chirp, one too many shot glasses clinking together on the table as the hustle and bustle of others continue.

“yeah? what is it?” he chuckles. you look around with suspicioun, cautiously studying the area for any rubbernecks.

“‘s a secret. promise you won’t tell nobody?” you hiccup, raising your pinky in front of his face.

“promise,” he smiles, locking his own pinky with yours. you smile, scooching in closer to reveal your secret.

“i have a crush on someone…” you whispered, sweet alcohol laced in your breath.

“that so?” he smirks. “who is it?”

“his name’s hajime. iwaizumi. hehe hajime,” you giggle to yourself. he smiles, letting you continue.

“he’s sssoooo handsome. so caring and nice, too. sometimes, i have dreams of him telling me he loves me,” you ramble, words tripping over themselves. he laughs as you mimick what dream-hajime does to you, cupping the air as if it had a face, pushing your lips together in a smooch, and saying “i love you” in the deepest voice you could make (albeit with a few voice cracks).

“oh really? sounds like a nice guy,” he smiles, resting his chin on his hand as he traces the rim of his empty water glass.

“and sometimes… i wanna kiss hajime. like, on his soft, pretty lips,” you admit, giggling to yourself like a high school girl.

“yeah? i think hajime would like that,” he replies. you beam at his words, scooching closer to him once more.

“ah, really?! maybe i’ll kiss him tonight then! if he wants to, hehe.”

a server comes back with a card and a black, leather check presenter. the man gently thanks him, placing his card and receipt in his wallet before checking the table for anything else. he gently takes your purse hooked on the chair next to him, slings it over his shoulder, and kneels before you.

“ready to go, mrs. iwaizumi?” he asks, voice patient as he holds out his left hand, a ring slightly catching the light above.

“but, we were just talking,” you pout. “wait… mrs? ah— iwaizumi?” you ask, now processing his words. he only smiles, rubbing your knee with his other hand.

“hajime wants you home now, okay?” he says, words carefully woven with warmness. you look down at your hand and see a ring, one that matches his. your eyes slightly widen in realization, but not one that sobers you up. you nod your head and let him lift you up, wobbling on your heels as he walks you to the car.

even as you wake up the next morning, head pounding and mouth dry, you find hajime asleep in front of you, lips slightly parted as he holds you close. the gaps in shadows let the sun’s light in, painting him a soft, golden hue. he grumbles in his sleep, pulling you somehow closer as his lips instinctively find their way to your forehead. without another movement, he drifts off back to his deep slumber.

huh, you think to yourself.