You actually have the day off. No hero work, no plans made, no house chores needing done. A full day with nothing to do.
Izuku was at work leaving you at your apartment alone and bored out of your mind. Laying on the couch watching the random movie that was on while playing on your phone just waiting for your boyfriend to return.
You two didn’t live together, but for how often he was at yours or you at his; you practically were. He had his own dresser drawers, toothbrush and toothpaste and even a couple pairs of shoes sitting at the door.
The thought of living together made your heart warm and a smile blossom on your face.
Ping!
Zuku <3 : Hey y/n! I’m at lunch right now, do you have a second?
Instead of answering him with a text, you call. Him picking up on the first ring.
“Is everything okay?” You ask while sitting up on the couch, the movie playing completely forgotten about.
“Oh yeah everything is fine honey. Just missed your voice is all.”
“I’ve missed you too Izuku. I’m so bored without you here.”
he laughs, “I’ll be home before you know it. I just have 1 class left to teach.”
You smile at his words, “Home?”
“Oh uh..yeah…home.” He chuckles nervously on the other end.
“You know you practically live here already Zuku.”
“Y-Yeah but I don’t want to overstep y/n or make you uncomfortable!”
You laugh at his defense, “I want you to live with me. I love having you here and being around you all the time. I love having you around zuku.”
You hear him take a breath before you hear the bell ring in the background, “Shoot I have to go y/n. We’ll pick this up when I get home okay?”
You smile, “Okay, see you soon!”
“Bye honey, I love you.”
Click.
Your phone frozen at your ear, heart beating rapidly and a flutter in your stomach.
I love you.
He said “I love you.”
“Holy fuck.”
You drop your phone and stare at the tv. The word replaying over and over in your head. He didn’t mean to say that..no, it just came out. It happens right? Right?
Time passed quickly while you were frozen on the couch because before you know it you hear the front door open and shut. Snapping you out of your state.
“Y/n?”
You get up and greet Izuku by the door, “Hey, welcome home.”
He smiles softly at you, “Hi baby.”
You note his ears are red and his cheeks flushed a slight nervous look in his eyes, “How was your last class?”
He grabs your hands and pull you into a warm embrace, “It was fine. How was it here?”
“Fine..totally fine,” you say into his chest. His heart beating erratically against the side of your face.
“Is-Is everything okay?” He pulls away slightly and looks down at you.
You stare at him while fiddling with the button on his suit jacket, “You said something on the phone…”
He doesn’t make eye contact with you, “Did I? Huh I don’t remember.”
You step back and just stare at him. He squirms under your gaze and scratches the back of his neck, “O-Okay maybe I did say something. But I don’t want you to say it back just because I said it so I didn’t mean it. Unless of course you feel the same way then I t-totally meant it because I do. I-I do love you y/n, but again if you don’t feel that way then that’s totally okay! I don’t want to-”
You laugh at his rambling, “Izuku.”
He stops and stares at you his cheeks red and hair a mess from running his hand through it, “Of course I love you.”
He freezes before a megawatt smile takes over his face, “Really? Do you really?”
You shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, “I really do.”
He wraps his arms around your waist effectively picking you up, “Ha! Oh my gosh!”
You laugh and pepper kisses all over his face before he sits you back down.
“You love me?” He asks breathlessly.
You look at him. His beautiful eyes filling with unshed tears, his face warm and pink, a smile softly taking over.
You smile, “I love you Izuku.”
He blinks, a small tear leaving his eye which you wipe away and caress his face, “I love you y/n.”
He cups your face with one of his hands while the other grabs your hip before softly capturing your lips.
You pull away a second later, “So, are you moving in or what?”
The Neighbor Downstairs - Part Nine - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
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Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Now that his mattress has been delivered, he's back to staying in his apartment.
Word Count: 1,096
Morning sunlight filtered dimly through your bedroom window. You barely noticed it.
Somewhere deep beneath sleep, your phone buzzed once against the nightstand before falling silent again. The sound barely registered through exhaustion still dragging heavily at your body after several days of work.
Downstairs, Katsuki was already awake.
Hero work meant inconsistent schedules. Today it meant he was leaving for an early patrol.
Still half dressed in dark compression gear, Katsuki poured coffee into two mugs automatically before stopping halfway through the motion.
His eyes narrowed faintly at the second cup.
“Tch.” The annoyed sound lacked any real heat. Apparently his body had also gotten too used to making enough for two.
Katsuki grabbed his phone off the counter while taking a long drink from his coffee. He sends a quick message.
Katsuki: Coffee downstairs.
He expected a response within five minutes. Ten at most. Normally you were quick to respond.
Katsuki frowned faintly while pulling on pieces of his hero gear one by one.
No response while he gathered equipment. No response while he checked patrol updates. No response while he headed downstairs toward the building exit. By the time he stepped outside into cool morning air, irritation had already started creeping beneath his skin.
Not because you hadn’t answered. Obviously.
People slept in. People got busy. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he kept checking his damn phone anyway.
By midmorning patrol, Katsuki had looked at his notifications at least seven separate times. His mood steadily worsened.
The city streets buzzed loudly around him while patrol stretched long beneath bright sunlight. Civilians watched when they spotted Dynamight overhead. Reporters lingered near one blocked off intersection downtown. Traffic noise echoed constantly between tall buildings.
Even with all the noise, part of his attention remained fixed stubbornly on his phone.
It was stupid. Especially because rationally, he knew exactly what happened. You were probably still asleep.
---
You woke up in a panic. The room was too bright when you opened your eyes. The clock beside your bed glared back at you.
You shot upright immediately.
“Oh no—” Your voice came out rough with sleep while you scrambled blindly for your phone buried somewhere beneath the blankets.
Several missed notifications lit up the screen. One from work. One from a friend. And one from Katsuki sent hours ago.
Katsuki: Coffee downstairs.
“Oh, shit.”
You launched yourself out of bed after that. The apartment became chaos for the next twenty minutes.
You brushed your teeth while pulling clothes on simultaneously. One shoe disappeared beneath the couch somehow. Your bag nearly got left behind entirely while rushing around the apartment trying desperately to wake yourself up enough to function. There wasn’t time for breakfast or coffee.
Your shift was somehow even worse.
The entire day felt nonstop from the moment you arrived. You barely had time to breathe between tasks, exhaustion already dragging at your body from oversleeping and rushing through the morning without food.
It wasn’t until well into the afternoon that you finally got a moment alone where you could check your phone properly. Guilt twisted in your stomach seeing Katsuki’s unanswered message still sitting there.
You typed quickly.
You: I’m sorry.
You: I slept through my alarm and nearly died getting to work on time.
The response came far quicker than expected.
Katsuki: Idiot.
A small smile graced your face as you leaned tiredly against the break room wall while typing another response.
You: Fair.
You: Thanks for the coffee offer though.
Katsuki: You’re welcome. You always take your sweet time waking up.
Even through text messages he somehow sounded exactly like himself. Another message appeared before you could lock your phone again.
Katsuki: When are you off?
You stared at the message for a second.
You: Late.
You: Like… really late. I’ll probably get home a little before 11.
The typing bubble appeared. Stopped. Appeared again.
Katsuki: That’s later than normal.
You laughed quietly under your breath.
You: I picked up this shift for my coworker. Unfortunately I enjoy having money.
Katsuki: Terrible personality trait.
The conversation continued slowly throughout the rest of the day after that. Just scattered messages squeezed between work and patrol whenever either of you found a free second.
The consistency of it settled warmly in your chest. Katsuki Bakugou was busy, always busy and yet he kept responding anyway.
Hours later, you managed to collapse into the break room with your lunch untouched beside you.
Your phone buzzed against the table.
Katsuki: You eat yet?
You stared at the message tiredly before answering.
You: About to.
You: Today’s been awful.
A response came a minute later.
Katsuki: Eat anyway.
You: I’m trying.
The rest of the shift dragged endlessly afterward.
By nighttime, your eyes were dry and your legs ached. The city outside had long since darkened by the time you finally left work.
All you wanted was sleep. Well, maybe a snack first. Then bed.
The apartment building remained quiet when you finally trudged upstairs sometime past midnight. You unlocked your apartment door slowly. The lights inside remained off except for the faint kitchen light still glowing softly across the apartment.
You frowned faintly. You definitely didn’t remember leaving that on. Your bag slipped from your shoulder while you wandered farther inside. Other than the light, the apartment looked normal.
Then, your eyes landed on the note sitting on the kitchen counter beside the fridge. Taped crookedly to the counter in familiar sharp handwriting, eat the damn food before bed.
You blinked slowly. When you opened the fridge, a neatly packed container of food sat inside.
“What the hell…”
You stared at the container another second before looking slowly around your apartment.
Did Katsuki break into your apartment?
The realization should probably concern you more than it did.
But somehow, after a full patrol shift and an early morning schedule, he’d still thought about whether or not you’d eaten dinner.
Your apartment suddenly felt less lonely.
You changed into sleep clothes while the food was heating in the microwave. The apartment remained dark and quiet around you while soft kitchen lighting spilled across the counters.
The first bite nearly made you groan. It absolutely unfair how good his cooking always was.
You grabbed your phone immediately afterward.
You: Thanks for the food.
You: Did you break into my apartment?
You stared at the message after sending it.
No response came.
Of course not. Katsuki was almost definitely asleep already. Even so, you found yourself smiling faintly anyway while eating dinner alone beneath the quiet apartment lights.
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you went to bed early due to the pounding headache you had after work. you groan and sit up glancing at the clock 9:27pm.
your throat scratchy from sleep but the water you brought with you empty. yawning, you get up from the bed fixing Kats shirt you’re wearing and slipping on some lounge shorts. slowly making your way to the kitchen; the talking and laughter getting more distinct and louder. you groan softly and pad you’re way into the kitchen only to be greeted with Kirishima sitting on your counter by the sink, Mina standing beside Kirishima, Denki getting in the fridge for something and Katsuki leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.
Kiri is the first to see you, “oh hey y/n! did we wake you? i’m sorry.”
you wave at him, “s’okay kiri don’t worry about it.”
“what do you need baby?” katsuki asks while coming over to you.
you groan again, “i’m out of water.”
he hums and pulls you into his chest wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “i’ll get you some. do you need medicine too?”
you loosely wrap your arms around his waist and sink into his warm comforting hold, “mhm.”
the chatter around you two goes silent before whispers break out between the other three.
“dude..what is going on?”
“i have no idea man…”
“would you guys stop, it’s so cute!”
“how about you three just shut the hell up?” Katsuki snaps.
you pull away slightly and look at everyone, “what’s everyone doing here?”
Mina is the first to answer, “We just watched to stop by and catch up! we didn’t mean to wake you y/n, Bakugo strictly told us to keep quiet.”
“It’s okay guys, i needed to grab some stuff anyways,” you pull out of Katsuki’s hold.
After refilling your water, taking more medicine and eating a little your body is ready for more sleep. your eyes getting heavier and body relaxing into Katsuki’s hold.
Leaning against him and his arms around you seems like the perfect place to sleep, “let’s get you back to bed baby.”
A small kiss to your head before he gently places his hand on your lower back to guide you to the bedroom.
“This is still so weird..Bakugo being soft?”
“I think it’s so cute! They really are perfect for eachother.”
“It’s so manly of him.”
You smile slightly and collapse into bed, “Just text me if you need anything okay? i don’t know how much longer they’ll be here.”
you hum in response and get comfy while Kat’s pulls the blanket up and tucks you in.
Kissing your forehead and lightly kissing your lips, “love you.”
⋆˚࿔ them admitting their feelings for you ⋆˚࿔ pt 1?
f!reader x hawks | bakugo
⋆˚࿔ Hawks ⋆˚࿔
Keigo never really got nervous but the thought of finally admitting his feelings for you made him. He finished work about 20 minutes ago and was waiting for your text back before flying over to your apartment.
Keigo: whatcha up to tonight?
y/n: well i just got out of the shower as it’s 8:22pm so nothing. why?
Keigo: can i come over? i have to talk to you
and now nothing. you’ve read the message but nothing. his heart was racing like he did something wrong and was waiting for punishment.
he decided to slowly walk his way towards your apartment trying to give you time to respond. his feathers twitching in anticipation and the knot in his stomach growing.
after 20 minutes of silence he takes matter into his own hands and speeds over to your apartment. not even bothering with the front door he lands on your balcony and lets himself in.
the main lights are off in the living room the only source of light being a small side table lamp. the tv on quietly but you nowhere to be seen. he smiles a little and sends a few feathers through the apartment looking for you. after a few seconds his wings twitch telling him they found you in your bedroom.
he shakes his head and smiles to himself before removing his shoes and jacket heading your way. making sure to keep quiet until he meets your door, “you can’t sneak up on me you know?”
he sighs and opens the door to lean against the door frame, “you didn’t answer me so i had to come check on you.”
he watched as you sit up on your bed; your hair a mess the oversized tshirt you’re wearing bunched at your hips and a lazy smile on your face, “you worried about me.”
he scoffs and crosses his arms, “of course i do y/n.”
you stare at him from across the room and watch as he ruffles his wings slightly. something others wouldn’t notice; something you pick up in an instant.
“what’s wrong Keigo?”
“i want to tell you i just..ah forget it,” he runs a hand through his hair and is about to walk away.
“tell me…i think i know what it is but i want you to tell me Kei, please,” you grab your blanket and wrap it around your shoulders before walking over to him.
he watches you get closer while the thumping in his chest gets louder, “well if you already know why can’t you tell me instead?”
you hit him lightly in his chest, “out with it.”
he laughs and gently grabs your wrist, “i always worry about you. i think about you all the time y/n…”
you look up at him with those beautiful eyes he can’t seem to get enough of, “and?” he shakes his head and interlaces your fingers with his, “and what im trying to say is that i like you y/n. a lot.”
a smile takes over your face one big enough your eyes crinkle at the corner, “finally! i’ve been waiting for you to say something.”
“finally? that’s all you’re going to say?” he pulls back a little and stares down at you.
you laugh and wrap your blanket covered arms around his shoulders, “i like you too Keigo. a lot.”
he presses his face into the crook of your neck; sliding his arms under the blanket and around your waist.
“that’s my girl,” he softly says and presses a kiss to the side of your head.
⋆˚࿔ Bakugo ⋆˚࿔
Bakugo has never been one to be visibly nervous but watching his leg bounce while sitting in his living room is a sight you’ll never forget.
you’re sitting with you’re back to the arm rest of the couch and your legs curled in front of you. bakugo sitting on the far end of the same couch leg bouncing with nerves. you watch as he blinks repeatedly and running his hand through his hair, “you’re freaking me out.”
his attention snaps to you his eyes wired, “the hell?”
you stare at him, “do you see yourself right now?”
he scoffs and looks away, “whatever.”
you smile and stretch your leg out and nudge his side with your foot, “what’s going on Kats? are you okay?”
he takes a breath and looks at you again, “m’fine idiot. don’t worry about me.”
you know he’s lying by the way he’s not holding eye contact, “right...whatever you say.”
you go to move your leg away but he grabs it before you can. he lifts your leg and scoots a little closer before resting your leg on his lap and grabbing your other to do the same. his leg not bouncing with nerves anymore.
he begins to rub your legs still not looking at you, “Katsuki.”
he grunts in response, “i know something is bothering you.”
his grip tightens on your leg a little, “it’s nothin.”
you sigh and scoot a little closer to him your legs now bent on his lap, “if you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay, but you know i’m here for you Kats..no matter what.”
he sighs and drapes an arm on the back of the couch behind you while keeping one hand on your leg, “just don’t wanna lose you is all.”
you rest your head on his shoulder, “you won’t. i promise.”
his hand comes down and rests on your shoulder mindlessly tracing random shapes, “you mean a lot to me y/n and that scares the fuck outta me.”
your heart pounds in your chest but you don’t look at him, “yeah?”
he scoffs, “yeah you nerd.”
you smile and glance up at him only to find him already staring at you. his ears a little pink and his gaze sharp but still nervous.
“you mean a lot to me too Katsuki,” you softly say.
The Neighbor Downstairs - Part Eight - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
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Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Now that his mattress has been delivered, he's back to staying in his apartment.
Word Count: 1,713
Morning came quietly and early. Far too early. Damn Katsuki and his habit of waking up early that has now worn off on you.
The lingering scent on the sheets still remained faintly there beneath detergent and fabric softener. Smoke. Spice. Katsuki. Familiar enough now that your body recognized the absence immediately.
You frowned faintly into your pillow.
This was becoming a serious problem.
Eventually, you reached blindly for your phone resting near the nightstand. The screen glowed dimly against the dark room. No new messages. Your text from last night still sat unread. No response. No read receipt.
You stared at the screen for another second before dropping your phone back onto the mattress beside you. Maybe he’d fallen asleep early. Maybe he’d been too tired after patrol to even look at his phone.
Your brain, annoyingly unhelpful this early in the morning, immediately thought maybe he didn’t care enough to answer.
You buried your face back into the pillow. Ridiculous. The thought lingered unpleasantly while you finally forced yourself out of bed.
The apartment stayed quiet around you while you shuffled toward the kitchen, morning light slowly warming the hardwood floors beneath your feet. Coffee sounded like the only reasonable solution to your current emotional crisis.
So naturally, you made too much.
Your body apparently still hadn’t learned how to stop accounting for Katsuki automatically.
You stared at the second mug after pouring it. Before you could overthink yourself out of it, you grabbed both mugs.
It was just coffee. And maybe just maybe checking on him. Just to make sure he was alive because the unread text was weird. He was usually awake before sunrise. Maybe your brain had become far too used to hearing him moving around every morning.
None of those reasons felt concerning at all.
The hallway downstairs remained quiet this early. You balanced both mugs carefully while standing outside Katsuki’s apartment door for half a second before knocking lightly.
There was a quiet movement behind the door. Heavy footsteps approached slowly from deeper inside the apartment before the door finally cracked open.
Katsuki stood there looking half asleep.
His hair stuck out, still flattened slightly on one side from sleep while exhaustion lingered visibly beneath his eyes. He wore loose black sweatpants and an old sleeveless shirt, voice rough with sleep when he spoke.
“…The hell are you doing here.”
You held up one of the coffee mugs. “You didn’t answer my text. I wanted to make sure you were still alive and all.”
Katsuki blinked slowly. Then looked down toward the phone loosely clutched in his hand like he’d only just grabbed it off the nightstand.
A beat passed.
“I fell asleep.”
Relief spread embarrassingly fast through you. You hated yourself for it.
“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.”
Katsuki rubbed one hand tiredly across his face before opening the apartment door wider. “You made coffee?”
“You looked dead.” You smiled, happy to be the one saying that line.
Despite the insult, he took the mug. Katsuki leaned tiredly against the doorway while taking a long drink from the coffee.
Your chest warmed quietly at the sight.
“You were worried?” he asked finally.
You scoffed immediately. “No.”
“Mhmm.” His expression said he absolutely did not believe you.
You ignored that entirely while stepping farther into the apartment. The television remained off. The room still looked dark and sleepy beneath the early morning sunlight filtering through the blinds.
“Yeah, just invite yourself in.” He murmured.
Katsuki moved around the kitchen slowly while waking up, grabbing things with one hand while drinking coffee with the other.
Watching him like this still felt strangely intimate. Too domestic and too comfortable. You leaned against the kitchen counter while he moved past you toward the hallway.
“I’m off today,” you said casually.
“Right?”
Katsuki disappeared briefly into his bedroom before emerging several minutes later already halfway dressed in his hero uniform. The black compression shirt hugged tightly across his shoulders while pieces of his gear rested partially assembled against the couch nearby. You had to stop yourself from staring.
There was always something jarring about watching him transform from sleepy morning Katsuki into Dynamight.
“I was thinking,” you continued carefully, “I could make dinner tonight.”
Katsuki paused while fastening part of his gauntlet gear. “…Why?”
“You cooked yesterday and you’ll probably be tired after patrol.”
His eyes flicked toward you briefly. You tried very hard not to overanalyze that look.
“What time do you get off?” you asked. “And what do you want?”
Katsuki snorted quietly beneath his breath before grabbing the last piece of his gear.
“Something spicy.”
“That barely narrows it down but alright, something spicy.”
“You’ll figure it out.”
The rest of the morning passed quickly after that.
Katsuki left for patrol not long later, locking the door behind the two of you. His boots were heavy against the hallway floor while you stood in his apartment doorway watching him go.
You smiled despite yourself. “Have a good patrol.”
“I’ll try.” Then he disappeared down the hallway.
The rest of your day revolved around dinner. You grocery shopped, cleaned the apartment, and cooked far too much food while trying not to think too hard about how natural all of this already felt.
By evening, the apartment smelled warm with spices and cooked rice while soft lighting glowed across the kitchen. You were adjusting the stove temperature when a knock sounded at the door.
Katsuki stood outside still partially dressed in his hero gear when you opened it. He looked exhausted. He wasn’t seriously injured, just worn down.
Small scratches lined one side of his jaw while soot darkened part of his sleeve. His shoulders sat heavier than usual beneath the weight of a long patrol shift.
Still, the second he smelled the food behind you, something softened faintly in his expression.
“Took you long enough. Did you even bother to clean up?” You teased lightly.
“Tch. Shut up.”
He stepped inside while tugging his gloves off one hand at a time.
“Go shower,” you said immediately. “You smell like smoke and I’d prefer if you didn’t get soot all over my apartment.”
“I always smell like smoke.”
“You smell worse today.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue sharply beneath his breath but disappeared toward the bathroom anyway.
The apartment felt warmer while he was in it again. You hated how quickly you noticed.
By the time he emerged freshly cleaned up later, the food was already plated and waiting near the couch. His hair still looked slightly damp from the shower, soft around the edges in a way most people rarely got to see. You stared a second too long before immediately pretending you weren’t.
Katsuki noticed anyway. “What?”
“It’s nothing.”
Dinner settled easily between the two of you afterward.
The television played quietly in the background while city lights glowed softly beyond the apartment windows. Katsuki sat beside you on the couch eating quietly while occasional conversation drifted naturally between both of you.
Maybe you should get an actual table.
You found yourself relaxing more the longer he stayed. Your body seemed to recognize this routine now. At one point while he leaned forward slightly to grab his drink, you noticed something caught near the edge of his hair.
Without thinking, you reached toward him. “Hold still.”
Katsuki froze. Your fingers brushed lightly against soft ash blond strands while removing a tiny piece of debris caught near his temple.
Awareness hit soon after. Your hand was close to his face. Your body leaned halfway into his space. Katsuki’s eyes locked onto yours immediately from only inches away.
The room went painfully still.
Heat rushed across your face instantly while you pulled your hand back too quickly.
“Sorry,” you blurted immediately. “I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s fine.” Katsuki looked away first but not before you noticed the faint red coloring the tips of his ears.
Neither of you spoke about it afterward. Instead, dinner continued quietly. Awareness lingered softly beneath everything.
Eventually, after eating, Katsuki automatically gathered both plates before you could stop him. “You cooked. I’ll clean”
“You don’t have to clean.”
“You can’t stop me.”
The kitchen filled with soft sounds afterward while he washed dishes beneath warm overhead lighting. You stayed curled on the couch watching television while occasionally glancing toward him.
The sight settled something warm and painful in your chest. Domestic. Again.
When he finally finished cleaning, he wandered back toward the couch looking noticeably more exhausted than earlier.
You shifted slightly beneath your blanket. “Do you wanna keep watching?”
Katsuki glanced toward the television. Then toward the clock. Then finally back toward you.
“…One more episode.”
The next hour passed quietly.
Television flickering softly through the dim apartment while the two of you slowly relaxed deeper into the couch cushions. At some point, Katsuki’s posture loosened enough that his shoulder nearly brushed yours as he shifted.
Sometime near the end of the episode, you glanced sideways toward him. Katsuki’s eyes had drifted half closed. His head rested against the back cushions while exhaustion visibly dragged heavier at his features. He looked dangerously close to falling asleep right there.
Part of you wanted him to. You wanted to wake up tomorrow morning and find him already in your kitchen again. You wanted things to slip naturally back into routine. However Katsuki blinked himself awake again before dragging one hand tiredly down his face.
“…Shit. What time is it?”
“You can stay, you know.” The words almost left your mouth. Almost.
Instead, you stayed quiet while he forced himself upright from the couch.
“Need sleep,” he muttered roughly.
You nodded slowly.
“Yeah.”
The apartment felt empty already. Katsuki grabbed his jacket before moving toward the doorway, exhaustion lingering heavily in every movement now.
Before leaving, he glanced back toward you one last time. “Goodnight. Sleep well.”
“You too.”
Then he disappeared into the hallway.
You cleaned up slowly before finally getting ready for bed, exhaustion heavy in your limbs while city lights glowed beyond the windows.
When you finally crawled beneath the blankets, your eyes drifted toward the untouched side automatically. Somewhere deep down, you realized you almost wished Katsuki had fallen asleep on your couch tonight. Just so you could wake up beside him again.
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✧.* you softly love on bakugo’s scars and he doesn’t know what to do about it
(there is smut within the fluff)
you awoke to the sun peaking through the curtains, the morning haze shining into the bedroom. the bedroom that is currently a mess due to last night. a soft smile came to your face thinking of the events that took place.
< a grunt left his lips as he shoved you against his door, your legs wrapped around his waist and hands tangled in his hair. his hands are gripping your ass before he moves to his desk. >
you shake your head at the state of his desk, his papers for hero stuff now scattered on the floor along with some pens and pencils.
< he has your legs spread while his fingers are getting coated in your slick. your hands gripping the hair at the nape of his neck bringing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. moans leaving your mouth while you grind against his hand. >
you take a breath and sit up from the bed trying to find something to put on. the bed a mess of itself and your clothes thrown around the room completely forgotten about.
< he lays you on the bed towering over you in his naked form. the high from your first orgasm still in your head. he’s leaving bites and kisses down your neck and onto your chest leaving hickey’s in his wake. >
you find his shirt that was discarded last night and slip that on before going to the bathroom. upon entering you’re able to see the bruises he left on your neck and how your hair is all over the place.
the smell of food begins attacking your nose causing your stomach to grumble. quickly brushing your teeth you leave the bathroom and quietly make your way to the kitchen the sight you come across is one to take your breath away.
katsuki shirtless at the stove making breakfast. his sweatpants hung low on his hips letting you see his back dimples and scars that you didn’t notice last night.
< his hips slamming into yours at a feverish pace him having your chest pushed into the mattress and ass high in the air, “fuck baby.” his low moans and hands gripping your hips pulling them back to meet his. words are lost in your head, nothing but moans and whimpers leaving your mouth. >
the scars are a pinkish color scattered around his back and down his arms. you quietly walk up behind him and softly touch one of them, “i don’t remember seeing this last night.”
he huffs and tenses slightly at your touch, “you were a little preoccupied.” you can hear the smugness in his voice making you roll your eyes.
you say nothing as you trace over some of them in a gentle manner. his back still tense but not stopping you, still tending to the food.
“..beautiful,” you mumble softly before leaving small kisses all over them.
he stills, “what’er you doing?”
you hum and wrap your arms around his waist leaving a few more kisses on his back then resting your face on his shoulder.
“you’re beautiful katsuki.”
his stomach flexes under your hand, “tch, whatever.”
you glance at the side of his face and see his ears turning pink at the tips and his cheeks having a slight redness to them. you move to his side just enough to leave a kiss on his cheek. he looks at you with an unreadable expression but a softness in his eyes. he puts a hand on your waist and pulls you a little closer to capture your lips in a gentle kiss.
he pulls away and kisses your forehead, “breakfast is almost done.”
you smile and kiss his shoulder before returning to your spot resting at his back, “okay.”
The Neighbor Downstairs - Part Four- Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Part One <3 | Part Two <3 | Part Three <3
Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, all you want is a hot bath and a few hours of sleep. Instead, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Due to a delay in mattress delivery, he stays a few more nights. Now you're sharing a bed.
Word Count: 2,057
You woke slowly this time. Not because of noise. Not because of Bakugou moving around the apartment before dawn.
It was warm. The blankets on top of you were soft. There was a mattress beneath you instead of stiff couch cushions digging into your back.
For several sleepy seconds, your brain refused to process it properly. You stayed half buried beneath the blankets, eyes barely open while pale morning light spilled weakly through the curtains.
Then realization caught up all at once. Your bed. You were in your bed. You frowned sleepily into the pillow.
The last thing you remembered was the couch. The television. Rain tapping softly against the windows while exhaustion dragged you under beside Bakugou.
A quiet groan left you as you rubbed a hand over your face. He had carried you to sleep last night. The thought settled strangely warm in your chest despite the irritation immediately despite the irritation that followed behind it.
You pushed yourself upright slowly, still tangled in blankets while the apartment remained quiet beyond your bedroom doorway. The clock beside your bed glowed 6:01 AM in soft blue numbers.
At this point, Bakugou’s schedule was actively ruining your life. You dragged yourself out of bed anyway, shuffling toward the kitchen while still half asleep.
The apartment smelled like coffee already. It also smelt faintly of eggs and toast.
Your brows lifted slightly as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. Bakugou stood near the stove with a mug in one hand while the other rested against the counter beside him. He’d already changed out of the clothes he’d slept in, dressed instead in a black shirt and loose sweats while early morning sunlight filtered across the apartment behind him. His hair looked messier than usual, still soft with sleep despite clearly having been awake for a while.
More importantly, he looked stiff. There was a slight tension in his shoulders. He shifted his weight like his back hurt.
Your eyes narrowed instantly.
“You carried me to bed last night.”
Bakugou barely looked up from his coffee. “Observant.”
“You’re supposed to sleep in the bed.”
“You were unconscious.”
“You took advantage of my unconscious state.”
“I took care of you. You haven’t been sleeping well.”
You crossed your arms tiredly while leaning against the kitchen doorway. “Yeah, that couch is awful.”
“Tch. It’s not that bad.”
“You looked real stiff just now.”
Bakugou clicked his tongue quietly against the roof of his mouth before taking another sip of coffee. The sight would’ve been intimidating if he didn’t currently look like a grumpy man being personally victimized by lumbar pain.
The conversation settled into the same argument you’d apparently been having in circles for days now. Bakugou insisted you needed the bed more. You insisted he was too large for the couch to count as humane sleeping conditions. Neither of you were willing to give in.
Morning light slowly filled the apartment while the argument dragged on lazily beneath layers of exhaustion neither of you had fully shaken off yet.
Eventually, Bakugou shoved a mug toward you across the counter.
“Drink your coffee.”
You accepted it, fingers curling around the warmth while the smell alone helped wake you slightly.
Outside, the city was just beginning to wake up. Cars passed below the building occasionally while pale sunlight reflected against rainwater still lingering on the streets from last night’s storm.
Bakugou leaned against the counter across from you, dark circles faint beneath his eyes from another early patrol schedule.
His gaze drifted briefly toward the living room, towards the couch, then towards you again. A realization settled suddenly and plainly in his mind.
This was stupid. The bed was large. You didn’t seem like the worst company. And frankly, if either of you continued sleeping on that couch much longer, you were going to develop permanent spinal damage out of sheer stubbornness.
He sighed into his coffee, “Just share the bed with me.”
You blinked once. Just enough to show the suggestion had caught you slightly off guard. “What?”
“It’s a queen bed,” he said. “We both fit. Problem solved.”
You stared at him over the rim of your mug in disbelief.
“We’re adults,” he continued before you could immediately refuse. “You don’t have to give yourself to the world’s worst couch.”
“It’s temporary.”
“You looked physically offended by standing up yesterday.”
You were argumentative beyond reason but you were also practical when cornered with enough logic. Eventually, your shoulders shifted slightly in reluctant concession.
“Whatever. Fine I guess.”
You smiled faintly into your mug.
Bakugou immediately narrowed his eyes, “Don’t make it weird.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
“You’re smiling like a dumbass.”
“You’re the one bringing up sleepovers.”
“It’s literally your apartment. Your bed.”
“Still counts.” There was no real heat behind his voice. Just tired acceptance.
The rest of the morning passed quietly after that.
The two of you moved around each other easily now in ways that would’ve felt awkward only days ago. Bakugou packed up gear for patrol while you slowly woke up enough to function properly, both of you existing within the same small kitchen space without bumping into each other much anymore.
Somehow, you’d already started learning each other’s rhythms.
He paused near the front door while tugging on his gloves, “You work later?”
You nodded. “In the afternoon, yes.”
A pause lingered briefly between you.
“Lock the door behind me.”
You rolled your eyes lightly. “Yes, mom.”
Bakugou looked deeply unimpressed. Then he left.
The apartment felt strangely empty afterward. You noticed it immediately. It was silent. There was a lack of movement. Even knowing he’d only been staying there a few days, his absence still changed the atmosphere somehow.
Which was probably concerning. You decided to ignore it. Instead, you spent the next few hours getting ready slowly before eventually leaving for your own shift later that afternoon.
Work blurred by in the usual exhausting haze. Noise, bright lights, and hours spent on your feet.
By the end of the shift, your body ached with the familiar exhaustion that had become routine long before Bakugou accidentally started invading your apartment.
Evening had already settled over the city by the time you finally returned home. The hallway smelled faintly cleaner now, evidence of the continued repairs downstairs.
You unlocked your apartment door with tired movements.
The smell hit first. It was warm, savory, and rich enough that your stomach reacted instantly despite how tired you were. Your eyes widened slightly as you stepped fully inside.
Bakugou was in the kitchen cooking.
Steam drifted upward from the stove while soft light from above the counters cast warm shadows across the apartment. One pan still sizzled quietly while Bakugou stood nearby in dark clothes with the sleeves shoved halfway up his forearms.
The domesticity of the scene hit you embarrassingly hard.
“You’re cooking.”
Bakugou glanced over his shoulder briefly.
“Tch. Obviously.”
“You’re cooking for me.”
“I cooked food, yes.”
“There are two plates. One must be for me unless you have a secret lover I don’t know about”
“Uh huh.”
You dropped your bag beside the couch while the delicious smell continued filling the apartment around you.
“You’re my favorite person right now.”
“That’s pathetic.”
“You made dinner after patrol.”
“You look awful.”
Honestly? It was probably true. While you weren’t fall asleep in your bathtub while it was still running tired, you were still tired.
Bakugou plated the food with practiced efficiency while you hovered nearby trying not to stare too much at the fact that this had somehow become your life now.
Coming home to Katsuki Bakugou cooking dinner in your kitchen. It was absolutely insane.
The food itself was incredible. Of course it was. Bakugou seemed to be good at almost everything.
You ended up curled on opposite ends of the couch afterward with plates balanced on your laps while another random show played quietly across the television.
He’s the first to speak. “Why don’t you have a real dining table?”
You’re almost offended. “I know you’re not talking. I’ve seen your apartment. Plus I normally eat alone and the couch is somewhat comfortable when you’re not spending the night.”
Bakugou stretched one arm lazily across the back of the couch while watching the television with narrowed focus that suggested he was taking the plot entirely too seriously.
“You’re emotionally invested in this now,” you observed.
“It’s poorly written.”
“You’ve watched four episodes.”
“Because I need to know if they stay stupid.”
You laughed softly into your drink. The sound earned a brief glance from him before his attention drifted back toward the television again.
There was something oddly easy about nights like this now. The silence between you no longer felt awkward.
You’d started learning when Bakugou wanted conversation and when he preferred quiet. He’d apparently learned your habits too, judging by how he automatically handed you the remote when commercials started because he knew you hated loud advertisements.
These were tiny things. They were the kind that settled unnoticed until suddenly they were everywhere.
Later that night, the two of you drifted naturally into getting ready for bed.
Bakugou brushed his teeth while you washed your face afterward, the cramped bathroom forcing occasional awkward shoulder bumps every time one of you reached for something at the same time.
Neither of you commented on it anymore.
You were standing near the sink checking your phone when the notification appeared. Your brows lifted slightly.
“What?” Bakugou’s voice came muffled from behind you while he dried his hair with a towel.
“The mattress update.”
Immediately, his attention shifted.
You opened the email fully.
“It’s arriving in two days.” The words left your mouth easily enough. But something uncomfortable twisted quietly beneath your ribs afterward.
Two days. Meaning his apartment would be fixed soon. Meaning this arrangement would end. The realization settled heavily. You stared at the email for a second longer than necessary before locking your phone again.
Bakugou watched you carefully from the doorway.
“…That’s good,” you said finally.
“Yeah.” His response came quieter than expected.
The apartment suddenly felt strangely small around the conversation.
You moved past it quickly before your brain could linger too much on the uncomfortable feeling building within you. Neither of you acknowledged it further while finishing your nighttime routines.
The thought still lingered.
By the time the lights were finally turned off, nervous energy had replaced some of your exhaustion entirely.
Sharing the bed had sounded practical this morning. Now, standing awkwardly on opposite sides of the mattress in the darkened room, it suddenly felt very real.
Bakugou cleared his throat once. “You take that side.”
You nodded immediately. “Mmm shame on you. Telling me which side to sleep on in my bed.”
“I prefer this side. You flooded my bed so I get to choose.”
The mattress dipped beneath your weight as you climbed in carefully, trying not to move too much. A second later, the opposite side shifted when Bakugou finally laid down too.
Almost immediately, you became hyper aware of everything. You felt his warmth beside you, heard the faint sound of his breathing, and saw the slight shift in the covers as he readjusted.
The bed was large enough. There was more than enough space between you. Even still, awareness crackled sharply through the quiet room anyway.
You stared firmly at the ceiling. Beside you, Bakugou seemed equally committed to pretending this wasn’t awkward at all. Which somehow made it more awkward.
Even as time passed, every small movement felt noticeable. At one point your hand shifted slightly across the blanket and immediately brushed against warm fabric.
Both of you went still.
“…Sorry,” you muttered automatically into the darkness.
“Go to sleep.”
Easy for him to say.
You rolled carefully onto your side facing away from him, trying to ignore the strange nervous energy still buzzing faintly beneath your skin.
Beside you, Bakugou shifted too. The mattress moved softly underneath the weight.
Gradually, the tension faded. Not completely, but enough to sleep. Exhaustion eventually won over awareness.
Your breathing slowed. The room softened around the edges. And somewhere beside you, Bakugou’s breathing settled into a slower rhythm too.
By the time sleep finally dragged you under completely, the space between the two of you had become just slightly smaller than before.
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The Neighbor Downstairs - Part Three - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Part One <3 | Part Two <3
Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, all you want is a hot bath and a few hours of sleep. Instead, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. Due to a delay in mattress delivery, he stays a few more nights
Word Count: 1,636
Morning came before you were ready for it.
Again.
Somewhere in the haze between sleeping and waking, you heard movement drifting through the apartment. Soft footsteps against hardwood flooring. The muted rustle of fabric. A zipper.
Your eyes stayed closed at first, body still heavy with sleep beneath the blanket on the couch. The apartment remained mostly dark, early dawn barely beginning to creep through the blinds in pale blue streaks.
For a second, confusion flickered through your exhausted brain. Right, Bakugou was staying here.
The thought had already started feeling strangely normal.
You cracked one eye open slowly.
Bakugou stood near the front door adjusting the gauntlets of his hero costume with practiced efficiency. Even half awake, the sight was imposing. Black and orange gear fitted sharply against broad shoulders, combat straps secured tightly around his arms, heavy boots already laced.
The low apartment lighting caught against the sharp angles of his costume while the metal pieces clicked softly together every time he moved. He looked fully awake in a way that felt unnatural at this hour. You, meanwhile, felt barely alive.
Bakugou noticed movement from the couch immediately, crimson eyes flicking toward you.
“Tch. Go back to sleep.”
Your brain was still slow with exhaustion, thoughts dragging behind your body while you pushed yourself up slightly against the armrest.
“What time is it?” you grumbled.
“Early.”
Real helpful. You squinted toward the microwave clock across the apartment. It was 5:18 AM. A quiet groan escaped you before you could stop it.
Bakugou looked unimpressed by your suffering, “You’ve gotta work today anyway.”
“You say that like it’s not horrifying.”
He slung one of his bags over his shoulder before grabbing his keys from the counter. Even dressed for patrol, there were signs now that he’d been staying here longer than a single night.
His extra jacket hung over one of your dining chairs. A pair of gloves rested beside the sink. His coffee mug from yesterday sat drying near the dish rack.
The apartment no longer looked entirely yours. The realization sat strangely warm in your chest despite the early hour. You dragged the blanket higher around your shoulders while Bakugou moved toward the door.
“Try not to flood anything today,” he muttered.
You blinked at him tiredly. “That happened one time.”
“One catastrophic time.”
“It built character.”
“It caused water damage.”
A sleepy laugh slipped out of you.
Bakugou paused near the doorway for half a second, expression unreadable in the dim light before he looked away again. Then he was gone. The apartment felt quieter immediately after the door shut behind him.
Too quiet.
You stared at the ceiling for another minute before finally forcing yourself upright. Your entire body ached faintly from sleeping on the couch again, stiffness pulling through your shoulders and lower back as you shuffled toward the bathroom to get ready for work.
Morning light slowly filled the apartment while you moved through your usual routine. Everywhere you looked, there were traces of Bakugou. His duffel bag near the wall. One of his hoodies tossed over the armchair. A bottle of hot sauce sitting beside your stove that definitely hadn’t belonged there before. Even the bathroom counter looked different now, one corner occupied by his things with military-level neatness.
It was odd how quickly another person could settle into a space. Odder still how little you minded.
By the time you left for work, the sky outside had turned overcast gray. The hallway smelled faintly like damp drywall from the repairs downstairs, industrial fans still running somewhere below.
You locked the apartment behind you with a tired sigh. For a brief second, your eyes drifted downstairs towards his apartment automatically. Then you shook the thought away and headed to work.
The day dragged on. It was just long enough that exhaustion settled into your bones by the end of it. By the time you finally made it home that evening, the sun had already disappeared completely beneath the horizon. Your shoulders ached from work, your feet hurt, and all you wanted was silence.
The apartment greeted you warmly when you stepped inside.
Quiet, Dim, and still empty. You frowned faintly. Bakugou wasn’t back yet. His shoes were missing from beside the door, and the apartment sat untouched in the exact state you’d left it that morning.
You ignored the feeling that loomed over you.
After changing into comfortable clothes, you settled heavily onto the couch with dinner balanced on your lap and some random show playing quietly across the television.
Time passed lazily.
At some point, you stopped really paying attention to the show altogether. The flickering light from the screen blurred softly across the apartment while exhaustion dragged heavier at your eyelids with every passing minute. Your head tipped back against the couch cushion.
Then the front door unlocked.
You blinked awake slowly as Bakugou stepped inside.
You could tell something about the day had gone poorly. His shoulders slumped slightly beneath his hero gear, movements heavier as he shut the door behind himself. His hair clung messily against his forehead and faint grime streaked across parts of his costume.
He looked completely drained.
Bakugou glanced toward the couch the second he noticed you awake.
“…Why’re you staring?”
“You look awful,” you answered honestly.
“Mmm.” He hummed. Which, somehow, wasn’t actually denial.
You sat up straighter while he moved farther into the apartment. The exhaustion rolling off him felt palpable now that he was closer.
“Bad day?” you asked quietly.
Bakugou exhaled through his nose sharply before tugging off one gauntlet.
“Idiots everywhere.”
That sounded about right.
He disappeared into the bathroom a few minutes later, and the apartment filled briefly with the sound of running water. You curled deeper into the couch blanket while waiting, eyes drifting back toward the television without really focusing.
When Bakugou finally reemerged, he looked slightly more human.
His hair was still damp from washing up, softer now without the full structure of hero gear holding it in place. He’d changed into loose black sweatpants and a dark shirt, sleeves hanging low around tired arms.
He paused near the couch for a second before sitting down beside you. Not too close but close enough. The couch dipped slightly under his weight and warmth settled beside you immediately.
The two of you watched the show in comfortable silence. It was strange how aware you became of another person in quiet moments like this.
The subtle shift every time Bakugou adjusted his posture. The warmth radiating from beside you beneath the blanket. The steady rhythm of his breathing eventually slowed as exhaustion settled deeper into him.
Neither of you spoke much. There didn’t seem to be any need.
Your body felt heavy against the couch cushions, fatigue pulling harder at your muscles now that you were finally still. Every few minutes you shifted unconsciously trying to relieve pressure from your sore shoulders.
Bakugou took notice. “You’re moving around like an old person.”
You cracked one eye open toward him. “I’m sore.”
“Tch.” He scoffed. The television light flickered across his face while he studied you briefly. “You’re taking the bed tonight.”
You sighed immediately. “We’ve already had this argument.”
“And I’m right.”
“You worked all day.”
“So did you.”
“You were literally fighting people. Plus you worked longer than I did.”
“You can barely sit still.”
You opened your mouth to argue again before another ache rolled through your shoulders, betraying you instantly when your expression tightened.
Bakugou’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“There,” he muttered. “Exactly.”
“I’m just a little sore.”
“You’re terrible at lying.”
“You’re bossy.”
“You flooded my apartment.”
“That cannot be your argument forever.”
“It absolutely can.”
Despite the irritation in his voice, there wasn’t much force behind it tonight. Mostly exhaustion. The conversation faded after that. Neither of you had enough energy left to properly argue. Instead, the apartment fell quiet again except for the television.
At some point, your head drifted sideways against the couch cushion. The show blurred, voices from the screen melted together into background noise while exhaustion slowly dragged you under. Beside you, Bakugou shifted slightly. You barely registered it.
Then warmth brushed briefly against your shoulder.
The last thing you remembered clearly was the distant feeling of the couch cushions beneath you and rain against the windows. After that, sleep took you completely. When you woke again, it was only barely. A strange weightlessness surrounded you for a few disoriented seconds before your exhausted brain caught up with reality.
You were surrounded by strong arms, warmth, and movement. Bakugou was carrying you.
You blinked blearily against the fabric of his shirt, barely awake enough to process the situation properly. One of his arms rested securely beneath your knees while the other supported your back effortlessly.
The apartment lights had dimmed sometime while you slept.
Everything felt soft around the edges.
“…M’awake,” you mumbled weakly.
“Clearly not.”
His voice rumbled low through his chest beneath your cheek.
You were too tired to feel properly embarrassed. Your head tipped instinctively closer against him instead. Bakugou went suspiciously still for half a second before continuing down the hallway toward your bedroom.
“You fall asleep faster than old people,” he muttered.
“Shhh.” You mumble barely awake.
The mattress dipped softly beneath you moments later as he lowered you carefully onto the bed.
Even half asleep, you noticed the hesitation afterward. It was like he was making sure you were settled properly before stepping away. The blanket pulled over you a second later confirmed it. Your eyes barely stayed open long enough to see Bakugou turning toward the doorway.
“…Night,” you murmured sleepily.
A pause.
“Yeah. Night.”
The bedroom door clicked softly shut behind him.
And for the first time in days, you fell asleep in your own bed.
Note: Please send me requests on what to write!! I'd love to get back into the swing of things :D
⟢ boyfriend!hawks who definitely walks with his arm resting on your waist his hand in your back pocket
⟢ boyfriend!hawks doesn’t own a car cause he flys everywhere but loves carrying you so it’s fine. you don’t mind either cause you trust him with your life but you also like teasing him and play with his feathers
⟢ boyfriend!hawks likes when you sit on his lap. if you don’t sit on his lap he has you close to him, arms reach at all times. he always has to be touching you, doesn’t matter where or who’s around. could be his hand resting on your thigh, knees grazing each other’s, arm around you, hands on your waist literally anything; as long as he’s touching you.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is a softy at home. he loves coming home and laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair. he even drifts to sleep sometimes.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is a thigh/ass man for sure. he loves using your thighs as a pillow and will even bite them. he is always touching your ass and smacking it every chance he gets.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks will grab your hands and dance with you around the house.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks will wrap his wings around you if you’re really cold. especially outside, he’ll use them to block the wind/rain from you.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks lets you preen his feathers for him if he’s too tired. is he worked up after and need to fuck you? totally.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks likes taking you out at night and flying to the tops of building and just talking with you. doesn’t matter what the talk is about or what building, just as long as you’re with him.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks feather play.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is an EATER idgaf. he will always want to eat you out but he loves it when you fully commit and sit on his face. he loves holding you down and eating until your crying.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks i feel will use his feathers to keep yours hands up and/or keeping your legs open.
⟢ boyfriend!hawks is a sensual pleaser. he loves going slow and is real rhythmic. he knows how to use his hips and likes “making love” rather than a dirty fuck (he’s always down for a quick and rough fuck though)
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will wake up whenever you try to leave his hold in the morning, “where are you going?”
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will memorize your drink orders and always make sure they’re correct before giving it to you (i think he’ll even try a sip of it)
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure you’re always on the right side of the sidewalk (the side farthest from the road)
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who acts like he doesn’t care when you show affection but he loves it and doesn’t want you to stop
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo gets mad when you open your own doors, “that’s what i’m here for!”
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will buy you anything you look at for longer than 5 seconds. he loves spoiling you.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo definitely has a playlist of songs that remind him of you and/or he loves making out/fucking to
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure his hands are always warm in the winter incase yours get cold. i also feel like he’d just grab your hand claiming “your hands are cold.” just so he can hold them.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who learns exactly where to kiss you and how you like it
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who loves having nasty sex but the sweetest and softest aftercare. waiting on you hand and foot getting you everything you need without you even asking.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who claims he doesn’t care if you want to top and take control but quickly becomes a mess when you do. i mean moaning/groaning and even whimpering at times cause you’re just too good at it.
⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will for sure push down on your stomach while fucking to make sure you feel it. he also loves the idea of being able to feel himself while inside it makes him fuck you harder tbh
The Neighbor Downstairs - Part Two - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Part One <3
Summary: After a brutal overnight shift leaves you barely able to keep your eyes open, all you want is a hot bath and a few hours of sleep. Instead, you accidentally fall asleep in the tub and flood the apartment beneath yours. You wake up to furious pounding on your door from none other than pro hero Katsuki Bakugo. He's forced to stay overnight, in your bed. The next morning, he wakes you up walking around the apartment.
Word Count: 1,953
The next morning came quietly.
There was still the faint hum of traffic outside the apartment windows and the occasional groan of pipes somewhere in the building. For a few long seconds, you stayed half asleep beneath the blanket on the couch, eyes still closed while your brain slowly caught up with the unfamiliar sounds moving around the apartment.
You heard cabinet doors opening, muted footsteps and the rustle of fabric.
Your apartment smelled faintly like detergent and the lingering steam from last night’s bath disaster, though most of it had faded overnight. Pale morning light slipped through the blinds in golden lines across the floor.
You frowned sleepily into the couch cushion. Someone was in your apartment.
Then memory hit all at once.
Flooded ceiling. Bakugou yelling upstairs. Cleaning water out of his apartment at nearly midnight. Giving up your bed because his mattress had been completely soaked through.
Your eyes cracked open slowly.
Bakugou stood near the front door with one of his bags slung over his shoulder, moving around the apartment with the same blunt efficiency he seemed to apply to everything in life. His hair was still messy from sleep, sticking out more wildly than usual in the soft morning light, though he already looked far more awake than you felt.
He was collecting the last of his things from beside the couch.
You blinked at him sluggishly. Your voice came out rough with sleep, words slurring together halfway through the sentence, “…Where’re you going?”
Bakugou looked over immediately. His expression flattened slightly, the way it always did when he was caught off guard by something unexpectedly soft. “What?”
You pushed yourself upright slowly, blanket slipping down into your lap while exhaustion still clung heavily to your limbs. The digital clock on the microwave read 6:12 AM.
It was far too early, especially for your day off.
“You’re leaving?” you mumbled.
Bakugou stared at you for a second before snorting quietly through his nose.
“You flooded my apartment, remember?”
Right. You rubbed a hand over your face tiredly. It was a stupid question. He’d only stayed because you’d accidentally turned his bedroom into a swamp. Still, seeing him already halfway out the door left an odd hollow feeling in your chest that sleep fog wasn’t helping.
“Oh. Right.”
Bakugou adjusted the strap on his bag. “Maintenance’ll probably show up early if I report it now.”
You nodded slowly, though your brain still felt several steps behind the conversation.
The apartment stayed quiet except for the distant buzz of the refrigerator and the occasional car outside.
Then, before you could fully think it through, “I can make coffee.”
Bakugou blinked. “You just woke up.”
“Mhm.”
“You look half dead.”
“You look angry at the sun.”
“I am angry at the sun.”
Despite the gruffness of his voice, there wasn’t much real bite behind it. Just exhaustion. Morning irritation. Bakugou had always struck you as someone who woke up fully alert and immediately annoyed about existing.
You pushed the blanket aside and stood carefully, wincing slightly at the stiffness in your neck from sleeping on the couch. Bakugou noticed immediately.
“That couch sucks,” he muttered.
“You’re huge. Of course you think the couch sucks.”
“It barely fits you.”
Fair enough. You shrugged in response to his comment. You shuffled toward the kitchen before he could decide to leave anyway. The floor felt cold beneath your feet while you filled the coffee maker with water, movements slow and clumsy from exhaustion.
Behind you, you could feel Bakugou lingering uncertainly near the doorway. Like he hadn’t fully decided if staying another twenty minutes was worth it.
The machine sputtered to life a moment later.
Morning light filled more of the apartment now, soft gold warming the edges of the kitchen counters and catching on the messy blanket still tossed across the couch.
Bakugou eventually dropped his bag back beside the door with a quiet sigh.
“You always wake up this early on days off?” he asked.
You shook your head immediately. “Absolutely not.”
“What time do you usually get up?”
“Whenever my body stops hating me.”
“Hn.”
You smiled faintly at the sound.
The two of you settled into an oddly comfortable silence while the coffee brewed. Bakugou leaned against the counter nearby, arms crossed loosely over his chest while you searched your cabinets for mugs.
He looked strangely domestic standing there. He was barefoot, half awake, and still dressed in the black shirt he’d slept in. This was probably the most time you’d ever spent around him without one of you actively leaving for work.
You handed him a mug carefully.
Bakugou took it with a muttered “thanks” before immediately taking a sip strong enough that it probably qualified as battery acid.
“The way you drink coffee is criminal,” you informed him.
“It’s coffee. Not candy.”
“It should not taste like burnt regret.”
“It wakes you up.”
“So would being punched.”
“That’s free too.”
A tired laugh escaped you before you could stop it.
Bakugou’s eyes flicked toward your face briefly, expression unreadable for half a second before he looked away again.
“…About your mattress,” you started carefully.
Bakugou sighed immediately like he knew exactly where this was going.
“It’s fine.”
“It’s not fine.”
“It’s a mattress.”
“It’s an expensive mattress- at least it looked expensive."
A pause.
Then reluctantly, “…Yeah.”
You reached for your phone off the counter. “What kind was it?”
Bakugou narrowed his eyes slightly. “Why?”
“So I can replace it.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I flooded your apartment.”
“You fell asleep.”
“I flooded your apartment while asleep.”
He looked like he wanted to argue more before ultimately deciding it wasn’t worth the energy this early in the morning. With obvious reluctance, he finally pulled out his own phone and searched through old order confirmations until he found the mattress.
The number on the screen made your eyebrows rise slightly.
“Wow.”
Bakugou looked unimpressed. “It’s good quality.”
“I can tell.”
Still, it wasn’t impossible. Expensive, yes, but manageable.
You sat beside him at the counter while searching online for the same model. Unfortunately, the situation only got worse from there. Something about special order only, shipping delays, no nearby stores carrying it.
At minimum, it would be several days before a replacement could arrive.
“…Seriously?” you muttered.
Bakugou clicked his tongue irritably. “Tch. Figures.”
You glanced toward him. “What’re you supposed to sleep on until then?”
“The couch downstairs.”
“The tiny couch?”
“I’ve slept in worse places.”
A couple hours later, after contacting apartment management and explaining the situation in embarrassing detail, maintenance finally arrived downstairs to assess the damage.
The two of you stood in Bakugou’s apartment while workers moved in and out of the soaked bedroom. The room smelled faintly damp despite the fans they’d already brought in. Bakugou’s mattress leaned awkwardly against the wall, clearly ruined beyond saving. Parts of the ceiling still looked water stained near one corner.
One of the maintenance workers wiped sweat from his forehead before speaking.
“It’ll take a couple days at least,” he explained. “Drywall damage, flooring inspection… maybe longer depending on moisture levels.”
Bakugou looked deeply unimpressed by this information. You, meanwhile, felt progressively worse.
“Couldn’t he stay in another unit temporarily?” you asked.
The worker shook his head apologetically. “Nothing available right now.”
You glanced toward Bakugou. He looked irritated but not surprised. Of course he didn’t seem particularly bothered. He was probably the type to sleep on hardwood flooring out of spite if necessary.
“You can stay upstairs,” you said immediately.
Bakugou looked over. “You don’t have to—”
“You’re not sleeping on that couch.”
“I’ll survive.”
“That thing barely survives.”
“Or if you won’t stay with me, I can rent you somewhere nearby for a few days.”
“That’s stupid.”
“It’s my fault.”
“Tch.”
Bakugou dragged a hand down his face tiredly, clearly realizing he was losing this argument.
Finally, after several long seconds:
“I’ll stay upstairs,” he muttered. “Easier anyway.”
You blinked. “Easier?”
“My stuff’s still here.” He jerked a thumb vaguely toward his apartment. “I’m gonna be working most of the next few days. Less annoying than dragging everything somewhere else.”
You nodded quickly, trying not to look too visibly relieved by the answer.
The rest of the afternoon passed strangely fast.
Bakugou spent most of it moving essentials upstairs—clothes, work gear, toiletries—while maintenance continued tearing apart sections of his bedroom downstairs. The sound of drills and industrial fans echoed through the building for hours.
By evening, your apartment looked subtly different. Bakugou’s duffel sat near the wall beside the couch. His combat boots rested by the front door. One of his hoodies had already ended up draped over the armchair without explanation.
The realization hit you suddenly, Bakugou was staying here. For multiple days…
The thought felt oddly domestic in a way you tried not to think about too hard.
Dinner ended up being simple.
You cooked mostly because it felt wrong not to after destroying the man’s apartment. Bakugou hovered nearby while you worked in the kitchen, occasionally handing you ingredients without being asked or criticizing your knife skills under his breath.
“You cut vegetables too slow.”
“I cut vegetables safely.”
“You cut vegetables like you’re scared they’ll bite back.”
“That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does in my head.”
“Horrifying.”
A quiet scoff escaped him.
The apartment settled into a calmer rhythm as the night went on.
Rain started again outside around eight, tapping softly against the windows while the two of you ate dinner at the small kitchen table. Bakugou talked a little about work after you asked. Nothing was confidential, mostly complaints about patrol schedules and idiot sidekicks. Hearing him talk casually felt odd.
The other times you had talked to him had always been quick greetings and nothing more. Now there was nowhere either of you needed to rush off to immediately.
By ten, Bakugou was visibly fading.
You noticed it in the way his posture slouched slightly deeper into the couch cushions and how his responses got shorter between stretches of silence.
“You sleep insanely early,” you commented while rinsing dishes.
Bakugou looked offended. “It’s called having a schedule.”
“It’s called being eighty years old.”
“I wake up at five.”
“That’s evil.” You smiled to yourself while drying your hands.
Eventually the two of you split off to get ready for bed separately. Bakugou disappeared into the bathroom first while you changed into comfortable clothes in your bedroom afterward.
By the time you emerged again, the apartment lights had dimmed low. Bakugou stood near the couch adjusting one of the blankets awkwardly.
“I already told you, you’re taking the bed,” you said immediately.
“No.”
“You literally can’t fit on that thing.”
“You slept here fine yesterday.”
“Yes but I’m not your size.”
Bakugou crossed his arms. “I’m not kicking you outta your own bed.”
“You’re not kicking me out. I’m offering.” You insisted.
The argument went nowhere.
Eventually, after several increasingly tired minutes of back and forth, the arrangement ended exactly the same as the night before.
Bakugou in your bed.
You on the couch.
Only this time, it felt a little less awkward.
As you settled beneath the blanket again, listening to the soft sounds of Bakugou moving around your bedroom down the hall, the apartment no longer felt unfamiliar with another person inside it. Instead, it felt strangely full.
And sometime later, while rain tapped softly against the windows and Bakugou’s footsteps finally quieted completely, you fell asleep wondering why your neighbor downstairs had started feeling so natural upstairs.
It was only a few more days. After that, he would be back in his apartment, and everything would be back to normal.
Note: I plan on continuing this series! I don't have a set schedule for when I will post the next part but I expect it to be at least weekly. Thank you for reading! <3
f!reader coming home drunk and finding your husband!tamaki
summary: you come home after a night out with friends and find your sexy husband waiting up for you
a/n: i love tamaki so much. he’s my top 3, idk about yall.
enjoy the food :)
1:13am
you’re at the door of the flat struggling to get the key in the door, the taste of your last drink still on your tongue your head fuzzy and you giggly.
you’re about to give up when you door opens slightly revealing your husband peaking out at you, “y/n?” you giggly and press open the door walking right into tamiki’s chest, “hello my sexy husband.”
you hear him close and lock the door back up then feel his arms come around you; one hand on the back of your head the other on your waist.
“Did you have a good night honey?” he asks softly.
you hum, “had a great night but miss you.” you pull away slightly and look up at him with your heavy eyes.
he looks at you with a light blush on his face his hair pushed back by a hair band. “i missed you too,” before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
you whine and pull his head back down to yours for a real kiss. he smiles slightly against your lips and places his hands firmly on your waist, “let’s get you to bed.”
you laugh and pull away kicking off your shoes before stumbling into the kitchen looking for food. “are you hungry?” tamaki asks from behind you. you nod, “very.” he comes around and pulls out some dinner he made earlier and starts to re-heat it for you.
you pull yourself up to sit on top of the counter watching your husband move around the kitchen. his black shirt hugging him beautifully and his grey sweats hung loosely on his hips. you lick your lips, “m’ tamaki.” you hum hoping to get his attention.
he looks over his shoulder to find you sitting on the counter trying to take off your jacket. he sits the food down and comes over to help you; he grabs the arm of your jacket and helps you slip it off. before he can walk away you grab the waistband of his sweats and pull him between your legs, effectively wrapping them around him.
your hands move up and under his shirt resting on his stomach, “i missed you tamaki.”
his breathing come out breathy his stomach flexing under your touch, “i-uh i missed you too honey.”
his hands move to your hips almost resting on your ass. you wrap your legs tighter around him pulling him even closer, “show me how much you missed me baby.”
your hooded eyes look at him; his face red and breathing heavy, “you’re drunk honey.”
you laugh at him, “please baby. pretty please.”
his hands move to your face before he bends his head down capturing your lips with his. you hum against him tightening your legs bringing him flush against you; your hands move up to his chest which is beating erratically.
when your lips part you feel his tongue roam your mouth while his hands roam your body. going down to your ass and coming back up to grope your breasts.
you pull away with a moan leaving your mouth and your head falling back. his lips biting and sucking down your neck. “i missed you so much baby,” he says hoarsely into the crook of your neck.
you whine at his response, “more. i need more tamaki.”
his hands grip your ass pulling you off the counter, your legs and arms wrapping around him. he carries you to the bedroom while you kiss and bite at his neck.
he lays you on the bed while hovering over you. your legs pull him tighter against his so you feel his growing erection pressing against your needy cunt.
you look at him with hungry and lustful eyes only to find his with an animal like hunger. you take his hair band off making his hair fall into his face, you run your hands through it and pull him down to meet your lips in a hot and hungry kiss.
his hands move down and grab the hem of your shirt to take it off leaving you in a black lace bra, him following suit and removing his. your hands move to his chest and stomach lightly scratching and leaving marks. he groans and attacks your neck again, biting sucking and leaving a trail down your chest and to the seam of your pants.
“still want me to show you?” he asks huskily while staring up at you. you moan and nod, “yes please.”
he smiles and unbuttons your pants removing them only to leave you in your black panties. he throws your legs over his shoulders leaving possessive kisses on your inner thighs. you throw your head back onto the bed moans leaving your mouth while your hands lace through his hair tugging at every kiss he leaves.
“look at me,” he demands.
you groan at the demand but listen nonetheless. the blush on his face bright but the hunger in his eyes taking over. “i love you y/n, “ you whine in response.
he groans and kisses your thigh before his tongue starts growing and shifting, “but i’m going to fuck you like i don’t.”
Class 1-A x Tired!Reader
Summary:
Most of Class 1-A thinks you’re permanently exhausted. You drift through hallways like a ghost, barely awake, barely present, always one slow blink away from falling asleep standing up. But emergencies change you instantly. And after enough close calls, Class 1-A realizes something unsettling: you only seem truly alive when someone’s in danger.
a/n: favorite fic I've made in a moment !! I genuinely might have to do more of this kind of reader..
The first time Kaminari saw you, he thought you were sleepwalking.
You shuffled into the common room at six in the morning wearing mismatched socks, hair flattened on one side, eyes barely open.
You paused in front of the coffee machine for a solid thirty seconds.
Then:
“…How does this work.”
Your voice sounded like you’d just woken up from a hundred-year nap.
Kaminari stared.
“You’ve lived here for months.”
Slow blink.
“…Yeah.”
“You don’t know how to use the coffee machine?”
Another blink.
“…No.”
Then you wandered away before he could answer.
Not walked.
Wandered.
Like a ghost haunting Heights Alliance.
Everyone noticed it eventually.
You moved strangely quiet for someone in a dorm full of loud teenagers.
You appeared in rooms without warning.
Sat down silently beside people.
Fell asleep in impossible places.
Aizawa once found you unconscious on top of a training mat while everyone else was mid-exercise.
Bakugo nearly kicked you by accident because you’d somehow fallen asleep under the couch.
Todoroki walked into the kitchen at 2 a.m. and found you staring blankly into the microwave while holding uncooked instant ramen.
“…What are you doing?”
Long pause.
“…Thinking.”
“You’ve been standing there for ten minutes.”
“…Oh.”
You were always tired.
Not dramatic about it.
Not attention-seeking.
Just… perpetually exhausted.
Eyes half-lidded.
Movements slow.
Like your body never fully caught up with the rest of the world.
Sometimes Class 1-A genuinely forgot you were in the room until you spoke.
Which happened rarely.
And quietly.
“You scare me,” Mina told you once.
You blinked at her.
“Sorry.”
“That somehow made it worse.”
But then emergencies happened.
And suddenly you became someone else entirely.
The USJ attack was the first major example.
Class 1-A was panicking.
Villains everywhere.
Students scattered.
Chaos erupting faster than anyone could process.
And in the middle of all of it—
You stood completely still.
Wide awake.
For the first time since anyone had met you.
Midoriya noticed it immediately.
Your posture changed first.
Then your eyes.
Sharp.
Focused.
Alive.
“Get down,” you said.
Not quietly.
Not sleepily.
Firm.
Kaminari dropped instinctively a second before an attack blasted through the wall behind him.
Everyone froze.
You were already moving.
Fast.
Efficient.
Terrifyingly calm.
You grabbed Tsuyu before debris could hit her, redirected Mineta out of range without even looking at him, and disarmed a villain with precise force that made even Aizawa pause.
No hesitation.
No sluggishness.
No exhaustion.
Just cold competence.
Like danger plugged you into an outlet.
Afterward, while everyone shook with leftover adrenaline, you sat against the wall looking half-dead again.
Eyes drooping.
Head nodding slightly.
Like your battery died the second the threat ended.
Midoriya stared at you.
“…How did you do that?”
Slow blink.
“…Do what?”
It kept happening.
Every time.
Training accidents?
You reacted before teachers did.
During one combat exercise, Sero slipped from a collapsing structure.
The class screamed.
You moved.
One second you were half-asleep against a wall.
The next second you were sprinting across falling debris like your body already knew exactly where to step.
You caught Sero one-handed before he hit the ground.
Everyone stared.
You looked down at him.
“…You okay?”
Then immediately yawned.
Sero clung to you in horror.
“YOU WERE MOVING LIKE A HORROR MOVIE CHARACTER.”
“Hm.”
“Hm?! THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!”
The class started noticing patterns.
You forgot conversations constantly.
You drifted through daily life like a sleep-deprived spirit.
But the second someone got hurt—
You changed.
Instantly.
Like survival itself woke you up.
And honestly?
It unsettled them.
“You don’t even look like the same person,” Jiro admitted one evening.
You looked up slowly from where you’d nearly fallen asleep at the dining table.
“…What person.”
“That’s EXACTLY what I mean,” Kaminari cried.
Aizawa noticed too.
Of course he did.
One rainy afternoon, he stopped you after training.
“You have good instincts,” he said.
You blinked sleepily. “Okay.”
“But you only engage fully under pressure.”
Silence.
You stared at him blankly for a long moment before shrugging.
“…Maybe.”
“That’s dangerous.”
Another shrug.
You looked genuinely too tired to argue.
Aizawa sighed into his capture scarf.
“You remind me of someone who runs on emergency alarms instead of actual rest.”
“…That sounds unhealthy.”
“It is.”
The realization hit hardest during a storm.
Power outage.
Nighttime.
Most of the dorm was asleep when the explosion happened downtown.
Just distant enough to shake the windows.
Everyone woke abruptly.
Confused voices filled the hallway.
“What happened?”
“Was that an attack?!”
“Turn the lights on!”
Then another sound—
Glass shattering downstairs.
Intruders.
Panic spread instantly.
And in the darkness, Class 1-A watched you stand up from the couch where you’d been asleep seconds earlier.
Your eyes were open now.
Fully.
Terrifyingly awake.
“Stay upstairs,” you ordered.
No hesitation.
No exhaustion.
Just certainty.
Bakugo actually froze.
You moved through the dark hallways silently, expression unreadable.
By the time the others caught up, you already had one intruder pinned to the floor.
Another groaned unconscious nearby.
You stood in the middle of the wrecked entrance breathing evenly, not even looking rattled.
Police sirens echoed outside.
Everyone stared at you.
At the way you scanned exits automatically.
At how alert you looked.
Like this was the natural state hidden underneath your exhaustion.
Then Uraraka spoke quietly.
“…You really only wake up when people are in danger.”
The room went silent.
Because she was right.
You looked at her slowly.
And for just a second—
Something tired flickered behind your eyes.
Not physical exhaustion.
Something deeper.
Older.
Like your body had learned a long time ago that safety meant you could finally rest.
But danger?
Danger meant you had to survive.
You looked away first.
“…Sorry.”
Midoriya frowned immediately. “Why are you apologizing?”
You opened your mouth.
Closed it again.
Didn’t answer.
And somehow that response hurt worse.
After that, the class became gentler with you.
More observant.
Kirishima started draping blankets over you when you fell asleep in common areas.
Jiro kept snacks nearby because you forgot meals constantly.
Todoroki wordlessly made extra tea whenever you looked especially disconnected.
And nobody complained anymore when they found you asleep in strange places.
Because Class 1-A finally understood.
You weren’t lazy.
You weren’t careless.
You were someone whose body never fully relaxed unless everyone around you was safe.
A ghost during peace.
A weapon during danger.
And maybe—
Maybe you’d been surviving for so long that you forgot how to simply live.
So now, slowly, awkwardly, insistently—
Class 1-A decided they’d help carry the watch for once.
summary: you’re at the clurb dancing away minding your business and end up getting their attention lol
a/n: this is a slutty and sexy vibe | obviously everyone is of age | i listed the songs i was listening to while writing these :)
enjoy bestie
| bakugo | BABYDOLL - Ari Abdul
sweat.
sticky. hot. sweat.
that’s all that’s going through your mind while in the middle of the floor swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song blasting through the club.
your hands moving all over you in a sensual manner, bodies moving around you and music thumping in your head. you glance around the too small room looking for the familiar face you came with only to find a pair of ruby red eyes staring right at you. his black tshirt tight while the chain he’s wearing rests on his chest. you watch the best you can while moving to the music; as his eyes trail your body leaving a scorching path in their wake. when his eyes make contact with yours again you give him a sultry smile before spinning around, leaving your back towards him.
“tch, move out of the way.”
you feel his presence behind you in a matter of seconds. you feel him placing his hands; his warm slightly clammy hands on your waist and pull you into his front. you keep your hips swaying as you move your hands to his neck trying to keep yourself steady. his face comes closer to yours resulting in feeling his breath fan your neck and your eyes fluttering close, “keep dancing like that and you’ll have all these extras trying to get to you.” you smile slightly, “good thing you got to me first.”
his lips brushing your ear, the heavy breathing and warm body pressed to yours is making your senses go crazy. your eyes closed and body pressing into his, him practically supporting your weight. you feel his hands trail down to your hips his fingers sprawled across your front holding you in place. all while still moving to the song echoing around the two of you.
the music seeming to get louder while his touch warmer. your head fuzzy from the drinks but your body warm and steady due to the man holding you against him. you let your head fall back onto his shoulder and his hands tighten on your hips, “are you quitting on me already?” a breathy laugh escapes you before you turn around in his hold making eye contact with your keeper, “i’m just getting started.”
his hands continue to rest on your hips in a tight hold while one of your hands trail behind his head and the other stays on his chest. you feel his breathing get heavy, his grip impossibly tighter as he moves his face to the side of yours. his lips brushing your ear, “what’s your name?” you smile before pressing your lips to his ear, “Y/N.”
he leaves a scorching kiss under your ear, “perfect.”
| izuku | im yours - Isabel LaRosa
you’re in the middle of the floor with a random man pressed to the front of you his hands roaming your body in a possessive manner.
yuck.
you look around the room seeing others mingling, drinking and dancing. everyone having a good time while you’re stuck here. as you continue to dance with the stranger and roam the room you make eye contact with a pair of emerald eyes. he’s resting against a table his white button down shirt almost halfway unbuttoned leaving his bare chest on display. the sleeves pushed up to his elbows exposing scars on his arms. the sight good enough for you to lose focus on the random man dancing with you.
the man you’re with moves his hands even lower so they’re resting on your ass. you roll your eyes and try to subtly pull away but his grip is too strong so you try to move his hands back up to your waist but he’s not having it.
the lights cut to a darker setting as the song changes, giving the whole room a new sensual vibe. your dancer chuckles and moves his face closer to you, “come on baby why don-“ he’s cut off but a scarred hand touching him on the shoulder, “sorry but can i cut in?” your attention immediately snaps to the face belonging to the scarred hand and met with those emerald eyes and messy hair.
you suppress a smile and shove the stranger away and take emerald eyes’ hand. you hear the stranger scoff and swear before walking away his ego more than hurt.
emerald pulls you a little closer, “is this okay?” you say nothing as you spin around in his hold, softly pressing yourself into his front and placing his hands on your waist. his hands clenching your skin softly you as feel him moving closer; his face meeting yours, “if you need to step away tell me, i won’t force you here.” you smile up at him, “i’m right where i want to be.” he smiles before tightening his grip on you and moving his face to the crook of your neck.
you rest your head on his shoulder and move against him, the beat of the music taking over. his breathing picking up and getting heavy in your ear the hands on your waist tightening to a bruising grip. your hands reach up and rest on his neck trying to hold yourself steady, your head getting light your breathing heavy. the lights around the two of you still dark and moody with the music. his lips brushing your ear, “are you still okay?” you hear his husky and breathy voice ask. you hum, “more than okay.”
with that answer his hands move a little lower, resting on your hips. leaving his face in the crook of your neck almost leaving soft kisses with there. he grabs your hands and spins you around so you’re facing each other again. his beautiful eyes staring at you with such intensity it’s enough to make you flush. he smiles almost if he can sense that before pulling you close to him again, bringing your hands around his neck and placing his back on your hips in a tight hold.
you move closer to his ear, “i never got your name stranger.” you feel his breath hitting your neck before his lips brushing your ear, “izuku.” your eyes close as his lips continue to brush the side of your neck, “ yours?” you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Y/N.”
he hums leaving a soft kiss on your neck, “beautiful.”
