Katsuki Bakugo is the type of man to move around a lot in his sleep. Years of training has worn his joints out and made them feel stiff if he doesn't move them frequently. So that results in him shifting and rotating in bed constantly. And if you have the blessing to be aside him? He'll take you right along.
His arm curled tightly over you, keeping you pressed to his chest, curling his body into yours. Shifting slightly at first from the ache settling into his hip, rolling them gently into you before he decides to move fully. Lifting and rotating you over him so he can lay on the other side of his body. Rolling his hips into yours for a final time to get rid of all the aches and the stiffness in his body expect for one part.
It startled you the first time it happened, you weren't even fully asleep and thought he was trying to start something else. Then you were aggressively tugged over and manhandled into his side all while he was asleep.
All this just for him to refuse the claims afterwards. Voice all gruff and deep with sleep, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "The hell you on about?" Ignoring how you were situated on the opposite side of the bed than you were when you went to bed. He'd brush off all your claims, deny, deny, deny.
Because why would he ever admit to being clingy? You'd get used to it eventually anyway.
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He is one thousand percent the type of guy to just collapse when he gets home. Whether thats on you or on the couch he doesn't mind either. He can and will become a deadweight instantly.
You can be home, lounging on the sofa with you legs up. Only sitting upright slightly when you hear him open the door. "Hey, how was work?" you greeted, moving to grab the remote to pause the show you were mindless watching.
He grumbled a noise of frustration, setting down his keys and whatnot before dragging his feet into the living room. "People are so fuckin' stupid," was all he said before dropping all his weight onto you.
Air squeeze from your lungs as you accommodated the new weight. His head falling on your chest instinctive burying his face in you. His arms wrapping around your waist, pinning himself against you and you against the couch. Shimmying his body between your legs so the two of you are fully connected.
A small hum leaving his lips as you run one hand over his back, squeezing lighting in a half ass attempt at a massage. The other hand curling into his hair and scratching at his scalp.
He just melted further into your embrace, letting a sigh that seemed to carry every frustration and every held word he had for the day. A signal to you that you would be here a while. So you did what anyone else would do, accepted it and pressed play on the remote.
Katsuki Bakugo who has a FAT crush on reader. Who he hardly sees around.
You're a healer mainly, so you're in general courses and train with Recovery Girl on the side. He only sees you when you're with Shoto Todoroki, your half sibling. (Endeavour had an affair and failed to get custody after some things were exposed.)
You met at a family dinner, Shoto dragging him and Izuku along. Bakugo took a liking to you, liking how sharp you were. Cutting into any detail while everyone waiting for your next word. Bakugo tried to respect Shoto, not wanting to cross any boundaries. But god, did he want you. You were everything he wanted in a person and more-
So after graduation he spent more time injured than not. Making you joke about him doing it on purpose. Eventually you realized that actually was the case. So with a little pushing, he finally caved and forgot about his friendship for Shoto entirely. Focusing on the way you felt against him instead.
Lmk if this is interesting! I'll write a story for it or something!
You're rich. Filthy rich. And Izuku Midoriya knew not to judge, but he couldn't help it.
He hated you, the way you walked around with your chin up without putting in an ounce of work. He hated it, refused to be in your presence if he could afford it.
Refusing when Mei called him in for supports during times you'd be there. Turning his head down when you entered a room. Just to turn and glare when you've turned your back.
He hated everything you stood for. Eat the rich, you know. You were handed money and paid yourself into a fancy school using daddy's money. You were known in the school for being the richest.
So he thought the worst of you until you dropped of a million dollar suit to him like it was nothing.
"I kept it like you wanted, Mei designed it for you since I know you're picky with who works on your gear," you offered as you nudge the suit closer to him, "Go on, take a look. Anything you don't like can be removed or we can add stuff."
Standing in front of him like it was a casual Tuesday rather than the day you changed his life. Hands being stuffed back into your fancy suit jacket that probably costs his mom's yearly rent. All while he stared at you, mouth parted in shock. Seeing you look right past his shoulder and squint at the wall.
Shuffling your hand back out of your pocket and looking at your watch, "I have to stop and do something before class ends, so just contact Mei for anything that needs change. On me obviously."
And you left, just like that. A small casual wave over your shoulder as you walked out the door.
Ever so slowly, he looked down at the bulky case that contained his path back to his dream. Scrambling it open like he was just a kid opening his first limited edition All Might Merch. Mei did a lot, her flare was undeniable, but small bits and pieces were different. He needed more.
And being the curious soul that he was, he started paying attention. Noting certain mannerism you displayed in the cafeteria, listening to the mentions of your name, no longer brushing off and ignoring your presence.
Mainly when it came to the tech lab.
"Ah, money bags over there actually did that one," Mei shrugged and pointed your way, "She tried to explain it to me but everything she works with is a way different league."
Izuku hummed in response, eyes stuck on you and the way you were completely covered in oil and burns. "Is she alright?"
Mei looked over her shoulder, waving her hand in the air, "Yeah she's fine, always like that honestly. Go ask her though, I can't help with that part."
His legs moved on their own honestly, straight towards you. Unfortunately his voice didn't follow him. He felt horrible. He thought you were a stuck up bitch who'd repurchase an entire wardrobe because a poor person was near.
He has literally seen you jump away when someone touched your arm, glaring at them before walking away. You had a bodyguard the next day.
"Can I help you?" you asked, moving away from the mess you've made so you could redirect your attention fully onto him.
"I-," he was honestly horrified in his thought process at this point. Momo was rich and basically a goddess with how nice she was. Shoto was stacked with money but used every opportunity to share it. So why did he label you with the worse. "I just was wondering about this mechanic," he pointed to where his supports are supposed to kick in used to be, "I've tried everything but no luck."
"It's automatic, you don't need to do anything. Sorry," you wiped grease off your face and cleared your eyes with the back of your forearm, "I shoulda left that up to Mei, Just thought the greatest hero shouldn't be held back, ya'know?"
Now he was blushing like a fool, "No- It's fine. I just thought- Actually, do you have any other suggestions? I noticed you added a lot, and to be honest I'm not sure I've seen it all."
Your entire face lit up with a smile, "Yeah! I have a ton in my notebook," you moved to grab your bag from the workbench next to you but paused, "Could you grab it? You could read it, it has all my suggestions and what I've actually added. Should be easy to figure out."
Izuku looked between you and the bag, "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely, it's the middle pocket, it's the only green book. I hope you don't mind the fur. Oh- And since you're in there could you grab my phone?"
He followed your directions and grabbed everything as gently as he could, offering your phone to you.
"I can't touch that thing," you stepped back quickly.
And here's what he was prepared for, the realization that someone touched your things.
"I'm covered head to touch in this oil, it'd damage my screen permanently. Could you just see if I have a notification from the clinic?"
He wanted to slap himself again, but instead pulled your phone in closer to him. Stopping to stare at the homescreen of at least 10 dogs crowding around your legs. Quickly moving to scrolling through your notifications, "Your dad has called 12 times."
You scoffed, "He wants me at a business meeting right now, could care less."
"No text from the clinic though," he turned off your phone and set it back on the table. Noticing your frown he felt the need to ask, "Is it, sorry if it's personal, a result your looking for?"
You physically paled, all cheer in your face gone. "What? What notification did you see?" You rushed to your phone, wiping your hands off with a rag left on the counter and unlocking your phone.
"What- No I was talking about the clinic-" he rushed out.
The drop in your shoulders was instant, "Oh, right- Sorry. The clinic is for dogs. I volunteer there and they said they might text me today.
"Oh, sorry for assuming," he shrunk in on himself.
"It's fine," you sighed, "I'm just paranoid. Anyways," you turned back to him with the smile from before just slightly dimmed, "I can help you or let you know anything about your suit, if I skipped it in my notes. Just let me know, I do have to finish this up tonight though," you slapped the machine next to you, "There should not be this much oil."
Now he felt his entire perception of reality was off.
"I'll get the notebook back to you tomorrow," he felt like he was on a time limit still. Despite the kindness you've shown, he was still unsure if it was real or lasting. Like in a minute you'd realize he wasted your time.
You waved him off, "No need, keep it for a week or however long it takes you to go through it."
"Thank you. Really- I never got to say it before but it means a lot to me," he looked down at the piece of his suit in his hand, "I didn't think-"
"Don't worry about it honestly, you deserve it and more," you smiled at him, "So just let me know if anything needs to be changed."
He left when you turned and got back to work, humming quietly as you looked at the bolts. Your phone buzzing with a text on the table. Oil smudges still dotting the screen from when you grabbed it. He felt bad for picking but he is a curious guy, plus if it was serious he wouldn't be able to read the full text anyway.
DAD
The doctors said you are missing your appointments, you'll only get worse if...
Saw someone say Shoto Todoroki would be too in his head to enjoy a kiss, only letting loose when he's drunk and good lord-
He'd be so in his head. His eyebrows furrowing, not wanting to miss step. But god you wanted him to take what he needed. Smudge your lipstick and give you a taste of anything really. You just wanted him.
Even though you've been dating for a while and loved him with every fiber of your being- you've still haven't been moved or stunned by a kiss of his yet.
Sure you got fireworks when you've kissed him, but you've never melted into him.
When you'd be making out, it'd feel like his head wasn't in the moment. Movements stiff and his shoulders tense. It was all too calculating. He'd never do something new.
But after a long night of celebrating the new hero ranking with his old classmates, you left with him to his apartment. Your apartment being way too far away to even think about going there, plus it'd be nice to cozy up and have a drink or two with him on the couch before you fell asleep.
Now, he wasn't plastered or anything but he sure was drunk enough to stumble his footing every couple steps. Tripping and taking you with him onto the couch in a fit of laughter.
"God you are drunk," you smiled as you ran your hands through his hair after the laughter settled.
He moved to rest his chin on you chest, smiling like a dork, "You're beautiful."
A blush spread over your face quickly, your hands moving to cover his eyes with your palms as your fingers messed up his bangs. "Shhh," you shushed in embarrassment.
Completely unexpecting him to start pressing a kiss to your palm, his hand already having traveled up to grasp your wrist and keep you close. Making direct eye contact when you moved you other hand up his face and clearing his hair out of the way to see what he was plotting. Taking the small opening to move his face close to yours, peppering around your face with kisses, slow and small pecks everywhere. Trailing down your jaw and into your neck.
You were already holding your breath at this point. Savoring the moment and the feel of his lips. Biting your lip when he stayed in a spot longer then expected, leaving a mark as your fingers curled into his hair, your other hand squeezing his.
So you were even more taken away when he kissed you. Trailing the kissed from your neck right to your lips. Letting a small moan like breath leave his lips as he pressed to you. Putting you in a trance as he worked his tongue slowly into your mouth. The taste of the fruity cocktail he had earlier flooding your senses.
He's never kissed you like this before, so you took full advantage of it. Holding his head to yours and letting your leg hook him in closer, laying his body weight onto you.
The kiss wasn't his normal style. Precise and to the point of what a kiss is. This one was messy, it felt like it was the first time he was actually feeling the kiss.
You were practically melting but fired up all at the same time. The passion and raw emotion eating at your nerves and making you want everything and more all at once. You couldn't get enough of him.
He pulled back for air finally, biting your lip on the retreat back, both of you breathing heavy and before you could pull him back down for more, he whispered, "Why don't you kiss me like that more often?"
Lots of blurbs recently after a lot of down time. Trust me a full fic is in the works.
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Izuku Midoriya and a small blurb about his fan girls.
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"I know I said I'd back off but please," she whined, "She doesn't have to know, I'd never even say anything."
"How'd you even get into the dorms?" Izuku stood in front of the cracked door, blocking the girl's view of his room. You could see him turn his head to look down the hall for any possibility of the girl getting it.
"Mineta let me in- said something about this being hilarious- doesn't matter," you couldn't see her, but you could hear the desperation in her tone.
He shook his head, "Look, I don't really know what you want me to say. I already said I wasn't interested in you, I already have her."
"I wouldn't tell her, I just want to be with you, in any way you'd have me," she begged. You wanted to feel bad at her desperation but then you saw her hand reach up to grab at him. "I'd give you everything she couldn't. She told me she was using you anyway, she's with Bakugo right now."
"She is?" Izuku ran a hand through his hair, feigning worry.
"Yes, I could call her and prove it." her tone was smug, as if Izuku doesn't know almost every quirk in the school database. And how her's is technology manipulation, being able to make anything show up on a screen as long as she can think of it and only it.
He guestered for her to do it, so she pulled up her phone and 'called you,' having you answer with Bakugo right beside you, in a random room. "I'm busy, what do you want?" phone you said in pure annoyance.
"See, Deku- I told you," she pushed her phone closer to Izuku's face.
"Who's room is that?" Izuku crossed his arms as he leaned into look at the phone
The girl just blinked, "It's um- it's Bakugo's obviously."
"How'd you know?"
"Because she told me-"
"That's not what his room looks like."
"How would you even know- I thought you guys hated each other-"
You could see Izuku's shoulder shake, like they always did when he was about to laugh. "I've seen it before, and it's not that."
"Well, how am I supposed to know what room it is?" she huffed, "Your girlfriend is out whoring around and all you can do is ask about the room?"
Izuku just slowly pushed the door open, revealing you in his hoodie and under the covers on his bed.
The girls jaw dropped as you smiled at her, stifling a laugh.
"You were fucking with me the entire time?" she looked at Izuku, looking betrayed.
"Yeah," he shrugged, pulling the door closed again, "Bye."
"Little mean," you watched him walk back to you after closing the door.
"I guess, she just won't stop," he climbed into bed again, laying ontop of you just as he was before the girl started pounding on the door.
You laughed at him planting his face into your chest, smoothing out his curls with your hands. "You're famous baby," you mimicked an interview he dealt with eailer.
"Shush," he laughed with you, putting a hand over your mouth to quiet your giggles.
"Can't make me," you mumbled against his hand, humming when he kissed you to 'shut you up.'
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This has been in my drafts for months now and I haven't posted shit in a while sooo I thought might as well. The idea of Izuku brushing people off is so hot to me ngl
See, Katsuki Bakugo asks you on a date. You're beyond shocked. You're in general studies and have hardly run into him, only seeing him when you met up with Shinso. And he asked you on a date. In front of everyone. Not only that but he continues to asks you on dates, one after another, constantly parading you around campus. He's even nice over text, never wanting to call, but he doesn't have an issue spending time with you.
So after three or so months, you go and confess. You wanted more after all, it's just been dates but by now you're dying for an actual relationship. Things were probably already offical on his side any way-
"Huh?"
You blinked, "I said I liked you Bakugo, and I want an actual relationship. Titles and all, you know?" With his face just scrunching more, you continued, "God you probably already think it's a relationship, huh? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"You like me?" he cut you off.
"Obviously?" you peered up at him.
He shuffles how he was standing, crossing his arms, a confused look painted across his face, "We were just dating to get rid of the fuckin' rumors. I thought y'knew?"
Izuku Midoriya who went from being the one to mumble mindlessly to mumbling to make someone melt.
It started with a normal mumble of "You're safe now," you know, something a hero says to the person they just rescued. Leaving your knees weak regardless.
To- "You take my breath away," something that gathered the same reaction he spoke of.
Then finally- most foul- "Your ass look great in those pants."
Everything muttered just close enough for you to hear, everything muttered as if he was just mindless saying what came to mind- but no- he had that look in his eyes that told you he knew.
(Also, confident believer that he was a tits man when first started dating but firmly switched to an ass man after. Not cause the lack or gain of another. He just grew into the feel of you against him.)
