[8:47pm]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Tags: Proposal, gn!reader x bakugou, fluff

Have It All is a really good song that is all at the back of our minds but close to the garbage can of "I don't need to remember this." Makes a great proposal song if you ask me.

Something's wrong with Bakugou.

For one, he ditches his only free day in the month to disappear into thin air. He's gone for 5 hours straight, without a single text or call to notify you as if he was a literal ghost.

Next, after goodness knows how long, he simply forwards a simple image to you. Three words hover right beneath his message. "Meet me now."

An order.

A demand.

You blow out your breath in disbelief. "What the hell is wrong with this guy?" You huffed, shooting up from where you laid down on the couch.

The photo is one of your usual getaway: The sandy beach nearby his parents' house. It was where the both of you would go whenever things got too rough, a practice ever since high school started for the both of you.

You and Bakugou would splay a picnic blanket on the ground, eating fast food while star-gazing as you both fill each other in on the latest happenings that occurred.

Sometimes, you would walk along the shores of the beach, kicking water at Bakugou just to see how he reacts. When you first started dating, he'd hiss at you like a cat, yelling at you as he placed your head in a headlock.

Now, Bakugou simply smirks, cocking a cheeky eyebrow. "You asked for it." He grins.

Maybe it wasn't really romantic when he would chase you around for minutes, scream phrases like "COME HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT." with a completely straight face. But that was just how you and Bakugou were.

He was never like that to begin with.

As the wind combs through your untidy hair, you swiftly take a glance around the sparkling beach that holds so many memories to you. The sand weaves its way in between your toes the minute you step foot on the beach as you glance around in search of your partner.

"I swear to God Katsuki, the second I find you I'll-"

The minute your voice starts to rise, you hear the faint sound of a music track playing from across the beach. 

It was where It’s only then that you see your boyfriend, dressed in a full black suit standing in the distance where the track is playing.

“May you have auspiciousness and causes of success, may you have the confidence to always do your best…” Lyrics of a song you knew so well started to be sung beautifully. 

Yep. Your boyfriend had definitely gone insane.

Weary but curious, you wandered closer, his frame growing larger and larger until you could hear the music’s instrumentals blaring loudly in the background. “K-Katsuki…?” He grinned at you, microphone held up to his lips as his red eyes locked with yours. “And may the best of your todays be the worst of your tomorrows,” You laugh, hands held up to your face, touched. Bakugou never did anything this corny for anyone. Not even you.

Yet here he was, singing one of your favourite songs whilst standing in a full dressed tux on a beach.

“And may the road less paved be the road that you follow," Oh, god, if this were a dream, don't let anyone wake you up. Bakugou's voice is raspy and perfect, hitting every note with ease as he tips the microphone to his lips.

"Well here's to the hearts that you're gonna break,

Here's to the lives that you're gonna change

Here's to the infinite possible ways to love you

I want you to have it

Here's to the good times we're gonna have

You don't need money, you got a free pass

Here's to the fact that I'll be sad without you."

Bakugou pulls you closer, smirk never leaving his face as he utters a final sentence. "I want you to have it all."

"Katsuki..." You chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief as he drops the microphone down on the sand. "What's all this...?"

Had you missed something? An anniversary, his birthday, a special occasion? There's no other reason for him to be doing such a thing. "Y/n," He finally speaks, and you wonder how he still looks so beautiful in the sunlight, dusk drawing near.

"You are the best, most amazing person on this god damn planet." You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief as he grabs your arms. "Don't you shake your head, believe me. You're the best thing to ever happen to me and don't you fucking deny it."

He steadies his breath as the wind howls around you. "I want you by my side forever." Bakugou's voice is a whisper now as he drops down on one knee. Your breath hitches, mouth agape in awe because there's no way the Katsuki Bakugou-

"Y/n," He breathes, and tears flood your eyes because he just continues on. "I love all of you, with all of my fucking soul."

There's not an ounce of doubt in his voice, his eyes shining with hope and adoration and love as he looks up at you. "Will you marry me?"

You savour this feeling eyes brimming with pearls of water as the ocean roars beside you. He's waiting, the entire world's waiting, but time seems like a fickle thing as you gaze at the man that had captured your heart.

"Yes!" You shout, breathless, wiping your tears away.

"Of course, Katsuki, yes!"

He grins and shoots to his feet, racing to hug you and twirl you around in a circle. "I knew you'd say that,"

The both of you kiss, sweet and perfect. "You're my everything, Dumbass," Bakugou lips when you part.

"You deserve to have it all."

i don’t want to be a virgin anymore😮

my heart hurts

cw. masochism, blood, marks, smut (MDNI)

no because iwaizumi loves waking up and looking in the mirror to the markings that you made on his back. all red and swollen, they sting when he cleans them, but he's not ashamed of what you did last night.

he remembers the way your nails dig into his skin. they were perfectly manicured and he made sure to pay for you to get them done just for this. his hips bucking against yours when he feels the acrylics piercing his skin and drawing a bit of blood. he nearly cums then and there, filling up your sopping pussy even more as cum oozes out.

he loves it. loves it so much that when he goes out to the gym and he wears a muscle tee or no shirt at all, he isn't shameless to the stares he get. face contorted in complete concentration, no one really dares to approach him to comment about it because he's already intimidating as is.

and you usually try and apologize when you see what you did even though you damn well know he loves you marking him up. he always hushes your apologies, pulling you for another kiss as his hand grabs the fatty skin of your ass. he's ready to fuck again, rutting his hardening boner against you. "don't worry about it, doll."

Thinking about how Bakugou would be at the gym with you. When you first started dating he would go for hours. Literally would be 4 to 5 hours after not hearing much from him and then when he was done, he’d send you a shirtless pic in the mirror of the gym, just covered in sweat.

Then he’d ask if you’d like to come, he promises it won’t be as long as he would- or nearly as intense if you’re just starting out. It’s not a public gym anyways so there won’t be any civilian creeps. It’s a high end pro-hero gym.

He’d have you share a gym bag, even a water bottle. He would do his sets first, just to show you how the right form is and then when it’s your turn he’d mindlessly swat your hand away so he could rack the weights for you.

During squats, he’d stand right behind you. Giving glares to anyone who’d look your way. Sometimes he’d push up against you when you stand back up. And when you rack your bar, his chest presses against your back to “help” you.

Before every set he’d fix your hair out of your face, off your neck, out of the way of your movements.

After every set, he’d smack your ass, giving a little squeeze. He’d never leave your side either, just to show all the extras you’re his.

With a satisfied smirk on his face he’d shove you the water bottle and remind you to hydrate. He’d never admit how hot you look with your lips pressed against the bottle.

And at the end- Stretching? He’s more than happy to assist, in fact, he doesn’t want you to do it without him. His calloused hands press on your back as you reach forward telling you “C’mon baby, just a little more.” He’d have you lay on your stomach as he takes your left leg to bend and presses your thigh into your chest. He’ll lean his torso into your hamstring, not at all trying to hide his bulge that’s been aching for an hour right in between your legs.

Has he told you all the benefits of post-workout sex yet?

bakugou x reader; cw: smut, penetration, gagging

You absent-mindedly chew on the end of your pen. "Why are they so big?"

Everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats. This is not how a costume design meeting with Dynamight typically goes.

You cut your eyes from the schematics displayed on the large screen at the end of the room over to the Pro-Hero.

There's an agonizing five full seconds of silence. Well, agonizing to the other people in the room, at least.

"Aerodynam-"

"You're not a car, you don't need spoilers growing out of the side of your head."

Dynamight runs his tongue over his teeth. He stands up to his full height from his seat next to you. "Everybody else, out."

The other attendees are quick to vacate the premises.

"Anything else you wanna add?" he asks, pressing his hands on the large oak table and leaning down to get in your face.

"Yeah, they mess up your hair." You reach up and run your fingers along the band of his mask, fixing stray locks that are curled under it or pressed flat against his scalp.

His expression softens. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"Yeah?" you smirk, resting your chin on your hand, a devilish sparkle passing through your eyes.

"Underminin' me and then touchin' me like that, all soft. It's fuckin' annoying."

You laugh. "I'm sorry, Katsuki." It earns you an eye-roll, but you lay your hand on his and pull his attention back to you. "I mean it. I shouldn't have been so familiar with you." You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'll blow my cover."

Katsuki looks down at your hand on his, then brings your fingers to his lips, giving them soft kisses. "'S alright," he mumbles, "sometimes I want people to know." He releases your hand and lifts your chin with his finger so he can kiss you. It's a deep kiss, the pressure of his lips on yours firm and constant. "They say it's for your safety - like I can't fuckin' protect you," he adds when he breaks away from you, whispering the words into your open mouth.

"I know you can protect me, baby," you coo, and he kisses you again, this time encouraging your lips to part so he can swipe tongue along yours.

"Nothing's ever gonna happen to you on my watch," he growls between kisses that are now roaming down your neck. His voice is deep and protective, but his eyes are possessive as they rake over your body.

The heat in your blood is rising and your mind begins to fog. "Katsuki..." you breath out weakly.

He pushes your rolling chair out from under the meeting table and lifts you out of it by your thighs, placing you roughly on the edge of the table, legs spread wide so he can slot himself between them.

"You'd like it too, wouldn't cha? If everyone knew?"

You bite your lip, nod meekly.

"Where's that big attitude now?" he smirks.

You take a breath, finding yourself again through the lustful haze. "Why don't you come find out?"

He pulls you towards him by your thighs until your core brushes up against his clothed dick and you moan.

"You gonna let me fuck you right here on this table?" he asks, cupping your face.

"Take that stupid mask off first," you bite back.

He sets his jaw in annoyance but obliges, sliding the fabric off of his head. Now all that's left is the messy eyeblack streaked across his eyes and the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck," you whimper, making a show of lying flat on your back on the table. "You look so hot like that."

Katsuki takes the opportunity to hike your dress all the way up to your waist so he can pull down your tights and panties, which he manages to rip in the process.

There's no time for any other foreplay - the time you've been alone in this windowless room together is already suspicious enough - so he doesn't waste any time in pulling down his pants just enough to free his aching cock.

He slides into you all at once and a loud moan rips from your throat.

Katsuki stills inside you. "You gotta be quiet for me, yeah?"

"I don't know if I can," you sigh, and it's not a tease or a joke. You really don't know if you can keep your voice down when he's fucking you.

"Open up, then," he says, and tentatively open your mouth.

He inserts his balled-up hero mask into your mouth to muffle the sounds of your debauchery. You bite down on it, and it tastes like sweat and musk, and everything about the situation you're in is making your pussy pulse around his cock, still buried inside you.

"You can breathe?" he asks, and you nod. "Good," he growls, and then he's pistoning himself in and out of you and your hands scramble for purchase, eventually finding the edge of the table to hold on to. Katsuki never gets tired of seeing you like this underneath him, brows furrowed and eyes glassy, pleasure shooting through all of your nerves, entire body bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

His thumb finds your clit and your eyes roll back.

"'M gonna have to make this short baby, I'm sorry," he says as he continues working your puffy clit towards an orgasm, "but I'm gonna take care of you at home tonight, okay?"

You nod, deliriously close to the edge.

"Gonna fuck you stupid tonight, my smart girl, gonna fuck the brains right outta you," His movements get quicker, his hips slapping roughly against your thighs. "Just gonna hafta be a quickie for now - fucking christ - so we can keep our secret, right?"

You try to moan his name but the sounds are lost to the fabric gag in your mouth, and then you whine and your back arches off the table and Katsuki knows you're about to cum so he quickens the pace on your clit to send you spiraling into your orgasm. Your legs shake and he plants a hand on each of your thighs, whispering s'okay baby, I've got you while he chases his own release, eventually spilling himself inside you.

"Knew I'd make you eat your words," he chuckles as he gently pulls the mask free from your mouth.

"You treat all your employees like this?" you joke.

"Only the secret girlfriend ones," he quips as he helps you slide back into your tights and smooths out your dress.

You both take a few moments to compose yourselves.

"You ready?" Katsuki asks, his hand on the door handle.

"Yep!"

He turns the handle and steps into the hallways. "I'm glad he could come to an agreement on the mask designs," he says, a little loudly and awkwardly.

He's never been a good liar.

"Actually," you start, and Katsuki throws you a glare and subtly shakes his head no.

But you have other plans.

"I have some notes on your neck brace, too."

like…. are you kidding is this a joke am i about to walk the prank ?!

... give me the soft bakugo 👀

If this flops or gets me ostracized from the fandom you’re uninvited to my birthday party-

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Bakugo could never stay awake during movies.

It was a problem for him, genuinely. The amount of times he’s fallen asleep, and grumbles in annoyance when you tell him the movie’s over is truly staggering. It’s not that he wants to miss the action, he’s just so exhausted from being… well. Bakugo, that when the end of the day comes, and you’ve got a hand buried in his hair and a blanket tossed over you both, he never stands a chance.

And it’s a ritual at this point, merely part of your daily routine. He comes home. He showers. He curls up against you, and before the movie’s rising action can start, he’s out cold.

And nine times out of ten, you’re more than willing to stay, scratching his scalp and watching Bakugo’s handsome face twitch and lax with each detail of dreams…

But today? The one out of ten? You’re fucking hungry.

You so wish you’d eaten before you decided to be his snuggle buddy for the next few hours, knowing he’d already had a bad enough day and you leaving to have a snack would only disturb him further, but if it wasn’t you slowly leaving the warmth of bed, it would be your growling stomach.

Okay. Slowly now. You pinch the arm that’s tossed over your waist and slowly lift it up, slipping from under the appendage and out to freedom.

Once out of his warm embrace, you quickly scurry to the kitchen for a sandwich- heavy enough to get through the night, but light enough where you can quickly eat it- and a quick look through of your phone so you can update your friends and family to be officially his for the night.

And it seems to all go well! He’s still knocked out, as you assumed he would be after such a long day, and you’re just about ready to bite when-

“…the hell in the fuck are you doing?”

The voice makes your eyes wander from the brightness of your phone screen, to the culprit himself, standing in the hallway with sweats low on his hips and a blanket wrapped around just the top half of his torso. He knuckles his tired eyes, his lips in a sleepy scowl, and god he looks so snuggly you want to bring him straight back to his warm bed and let him sleep off the day.

But your rumbling stomach would never allow that.

Stopping your staring, your teeth hover over the sandwich before coming down to a biteless close, and you look at him with a clear of your throat, “I’m… eating?”

“You left the bed.”

“Yeah, because you don’t like crumbs-“

“You left me in the bed.”

You blink at him in complete confusion, trying your hardest not to laugh in his face as he growls deep in his throat, “you left me alone in the bed, to make yourself a sandwich!”

“Well I sure as hell wasn’t going to wake you up,” you snort, watching as he struggles back a yawn to continue his ‘threatening’ look. “You were tired babe, I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Well… well I didn’t like not knowing where you were,” he grumbles. “And when I pat the damned bed and it was empty, that was an even worse way to wake up.”

All an elaborate way of saying ‘I didn’t like that you left me and our cuddle time.’ You could’ve sworn he’d only be mad if you’d woken him up in the process of leaving, but that’s very clearly not the case. When a loving grin spreads over your face, you know he knows he’s been figured out, and he crosses his blanket-covered arms and avoids your gaze. “Awww, Katsuki-“

“Don’t even.”

“Did you want me to-“

“Fuck off.”

“Stay and snuggle?” His words of empty threats do nothing to deter you from finishing your sweet coo, which he scoffs at while you slowly pull out the chair next to you for him to sit in. “Baby, you know I’d never leave if I knew it would make you upset!”

“It didn’t make me up-fucking-set,” he growls, but he does let his long legs carry him to the chair next to you, plopping down sleepily while maroon eyes struggle to stay awake. “It’s the principle of the matter- you leave, you fuckin’ tell me where you’re going. End of discussion.”

You snort and shake your head at his words, finally taking a bite of your sandwich and thus, ending the conversation. Despite his efforts, he doesn’t look half as mad as he thinks he does, lips pouty and cheeks a titch flushed from your affectionate words and the last remnants of sleep being pulled from his soul.

“For what it’s worth,” you hum, slowly tugging his chair closer to yours, which he instantly rests his head on your shoulder when he’s close enough. “I always want to cuddle with you, too, stinky.”

“Quit it with your stupid pet names,” he grumbles. “I am a man, and I find it disgusting the way you are able to make my heart race.”

“Of course you do,” you agree with him to relax his protests, turning your head to kiss the fluffs of hair that adorn the crown of his head. “Let me finish eating, then we can go nap for real.”

He grunts, a pouting language for ‘fine,’ before he lets you eat in slight peace, just without the use of your right arm which is now being held hostage by his own two limbs.

“C’ I have a bite?” He mumbles, opening his mouth expectantly, as if already knowing you’d say yes. You chuckle and bring the sandwich to his lips, which he bites softly and chews slowly. “‘fank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Gross.”

I’ll Be Your Voice

bakugou x reader

masterlist

wc: 379

cw: fluff, bakugou protecting you like the guard dog bf he is

You were never good with being in the spotlight and he’ll be damned if you feel uncomfortable

This was the last place you wanted to be at the moment, but being a hero comes with being in the media. It would be fine if you weren’t so nervous about it, stumbling over your words, spacing out, sometimes it just got to be too much. Here you were sitting before a camera doing a live interview about the villain you and fellow pro, and boyfriend, Dynamight, caught a couple of days ago.

You sat there patiently waiting for it all to be over, forcing Katsuki to answer the questions while you sat there, fiddling with your hands in your lap, looking down. He’s saving you from being put on blast and having to respond, but when people watch, all they see is him not letting you talk. That is until this one incident.

“We have hardly heard anything from you miss y/h/n, how do you plan to repair all of the damage caused by the fight?” The interviewer looks expectantly at you. No one ever directly asks you questions, making it easier to leave it all to your partner, but now you feel your heart in your throat as you try to speak. Unknowingly starting to bounce your leg up and down, “W-well, um, well w-we...” You stop when you feel a hand on your leg, forcing it to come to a stop. Looking over at your boyfriend, you see the usual scowl he puts on for the public gone, eyes now soft and loving. “We are working on it.” He replies gruffly before standing up and taking his mic off.

He does yours as well, taking your shaking hand in his as he guides you up to follow him out. You try to regulate your breathing, still feeling winded, desperately trying to keep up with your fiery partner now speed walking away from the cameras. “Fuckin asshole, couldn’t he see you were uncomfortable, I oughta go back there n’ kick his ass for putting you on the spot.” He states angerly. “S’okay Suki, just wanna go home.” You curl into his chest, and he pulls you closer just holding you in the hallway. “Okay, pretty, let's go.” He places a small kiss to your lips before putting his hand on your back to lead you out.

Dating virgin!pro hero Bakugou Katsuki and taking it slow so you don’t scare him off !!!!!!!!! (demisexual coded lol because I love demi bk)

He’s such a good kisser, big lips, open mouth sucking on your soul type of kiss but also soft intimate ones are his favorite. You think he’s such a tease but really he enjoys kissing you and that’s enough for him at first. So you wait for him, and he kisses you for hours leaving your lips all plumped and red, panties wet.

His hand is always on your neck or cheek, holding you there not letting you go anywhere. You were meant to lock lips with him what do you mean you need air to live? He uses tongue and loves licking your lips when you ask for a break, just sliding his wet muscle over your bottom lip and watching the string of saliva that forms when he pulls away. Always. Stroking. Your. Cheek.

Then he starts pinning you against stuff. While kissing you. It’s so hot your lungs burn, he’s still got his hands on the sides of your face, never wandering down. He presses his body against yours, your back glued to the kitchen wall while your dinner is in the oven. He breaks the kiss to check on the food from time to time, giving you time to recover and gain strength for your next make out session.

You’re patient, of course you are, he’s your lover you’d wait for him your entire life if he asked you to. Even if you never got to do anything more intimate than kissing you’d be alright with it. To be honest it turns you on, all the tension in your body after kissing for hours but not receiving any more stimulation. It makes you feel so dirty when you touch yourself thinking about his lips on yours, craving him like crazy but knowing it’s not gonna happen.

And then he starts getting touchy. His hands no longer wrapped around your neck but now wrapped around your waist instead. His thumbs dig into your sides and you can’t help the wine that leaves your mouth, owning a few wet pecks down and up your neck. He takes his time feeling up your body, every curb and every dip, his fingertips memorize all of it. And you feel guilty because you want more more more. But you don’t ask for it, you trust him and he trusts you, so you take what he gives.

Bakugou loves calling you late at night after he’s left your apartment, knowing you’re still out of breath and probably on your way to lay in bed with no panties on. He loves talking to you through the phone about mundane stuff while you play with your clit, giving short answers and trying to hide your little moans. Sometimes he joins you, others he enjoys the show. 

The first time he touches you it’s embarrassing. It’s starts off so innocent, you’re cuddling on the couch and a few kisses turn into a long one which turns into him shoving his tongue down your throat. The couch is so small and your boyfriend is so big that you have to press your chest against his in order to fit, almost being on top of him. Suddenly he grabs your leg and hooks it around his hip, but his hand stays there almost groping your ass. Your nipples brush against his and his mouth is devouring yours, but his hand stays down there and you feel him trying to make a decision.

And then he wanders down, slow and painful. His hand snakes down your inner thigh and cups your pussy, fingers running over your clothed lips. He loves the sounds you make and the way your leg is shaking with excitement, it encourages him to keep going. He teases you a bit before he finally gets inside your pants, pulling your underwear aside and gathering the slick between your folds to bring over your nub. He rolls his fingers and breaks away from the kiss.

That throws you off guard. You’re so used to having your face plastered against his that it feels weird to have him staring right at you. His big mean eyes bare holes into your soul and you feel like crying, because he’s watching you so intently and suddenly you feel insecure. What if he doesn’t like the faces you make? Or what if he’s disgusted by you enjoying it way too much? What if you scare him away? But Bakugou is a pro hero, he’s seen horrible things and no matter how much of a sex freak you are he’ll always pick you as his favorite view. And that doesn’t change given this situation.

He watches as you come apart in front of him, as you give yourself in to the pleasure and suck in his fat fingers. He grows hot with every passing minute listening to the obscene melodies your mouth is making, yet he can’t help but think about how beautiful you are and how happy it makes him to be the one bringing you such joy.