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Katsuki sat on the roof, trying to get some peace and quiet from the fucking loud-mouths he had squawking around him all day. ‘Buncha fuckin’ sideshow-rejects.’ The teen tch’d, scarfing down his bento with renewed vigour. ‘Fuckin’ Lunch-Rush got nothin’ on my spicy tuna rolls.’ The door beside him slammed open, causing the student to almost drop his food, muttering curses as his hands fumbled to regain his hold.

The green haired teen spun around at the sound of his middle-school aggressor’s tone. “Ah! K-Kacchan! I-I’m so sorry! I’ll l-leave right now-” Deku practically folded himself in half in his haste to backtrack apologetically, tripping over himself and landing on his ass. Much to the blond’s sadistic pleasure, he managed to get his shit together in time to watch the spectacle. The amusement quickly drained from his features when Katsuki realised his hard-sought peace was completely ruined.

“The fuck, Deku. What’s your spastic ass riled up for now, shitnerd-” Katsuki scrunched his nose in frustrated confusion, expliscative ready on his lips before he caught sight of a face so pathetically Deku, it brought him all the way back to when they were six. Freckled cheeks heavily blushing from embarrassment, emerald eyes wide and over-flowing with tears, and a bottom lip trembling so hard it was going to work itself off the teen’s stupid face. “The-The fuck you cryin’ about now!?” That had to be a record for the explosion-quirk user; he’d never managed to make the boy burst in tears that quick ever, and the joke was he wasn’t even trying this time. ‘The fuck’d I do? Someone tell me, so I can torment the fucker with it.’

“Ah- No Kacchan it’s-it’s not important I… I’m just being-I mean I was just thinking that-Ahh, I should just go. I’m sorry for disrupting your lunch.” Katsuki thought the boy would just stammer out the sentence as usual, but instead he did it all gross and blubbering, and it was kinda disgusting, but Katsuki was still curious as to what exactly made the teen cry in the first place.

“Oi, the fuck is wrong with you damnit!? Shut the fuck up right the fuck now.  Stop it. Shit’s making me lose my appetite... I mean it Deku, m’not gonna tell you again shitty-nerd.” Bakugou warned, explosions going off in his hands as he approached the human mess.

“S-sorry Kacchan, I’ll stop! Stopping right now.” Izuku squeaked, quickly blinking back the tears, calming himself down and turning pleading eyes on the boy with murderous intent shining through his own.

“Fuck’s better. What shat in your bento and died anyway? Pikachu fried your favourite Almight doll or some shit?” He groused, settling back down to gobble his lunch with aggressive vigour. He side-eyed the teen to show he was expecting answers.

“K-Kacchan. How could you even think something like that!?” Izuku felt severely affronted, he wanted desperately to perish the thought, because that was going to give him nightmares.

“Shtap ‘voidn da fuggin queshion.” The blond spat out around mouthfuls of red tuna.

Izuku grimaced at the sight, looking nauseous at both the view and the idea of explaining his dilemma. “I really don’t think you want to-” Wrong words. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Izuku wanted to punch himself in the face with his own quirk because how did he always get in these situations with-

“Haaah!? You fuckin’ sayin you know me you quirk stealin’ bastard. You wanna fight!? Haah!?” Deku rapidly shook his head in the negative, hands up and backing away in complete surrender, sweating bullets. “Then shut the fuck up and spill. For ruining my fuckin’ peace, it better be something good.” He muttered darkly, stabbing a fork in his meal, surly.

Deku swallowed thickly, twiddling his thumbs as he tried to think of how to approach his this situation. ‘I can’t tell Kacchan because of obvious reasons, and I can’t lie because he’s smart and he’ll know and then he’ll kill me. But if I can’t do either of those things, do I make an omission? Talk in metaphors? Use hypothetical situations? What do I do-‘

“How ‘bout stop fuckin’ muttering and just spit it out, dipshit.” Katsuki’s words were like ice water on Izuku’s skin, getting a yelp from the poor boy as he realised his rant was very much not mental.

“Uhhh, Okay. Okay. So, I have this friend-” The boy was immediately interrupted by the irate blond.

“It’s fuckin’ you, stupid. Try to be more obvious why dontcha, goddamn shitnerd.” The teen seethed.

“Ahh… Okay fine. Yes, it’s me-” Izuku narrowed his eyes as Katsuki muttered a ‘no shit’ between bites of food. “-anyway. I-There’s a person I like, and I know they’ll never like me back the way I want-” Izuku got it out in one breath, unable to continue as Katsuki interjected yet again.

“If it’s round-face, she’s totally into you. What, you fuckin’ blind now to?” Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes as he realised how much this was a waste of his time.

“E-Eh? Uraraka-chan? No way Kacchan, stop teasing me.” Izuku blushed heavily, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as his eyes closed. Good thing they were, because the look Katsuki shot the green-haired boy was so violently filthy, it would have set the teen on fire. Before the red-eyed boy could spew poison, Izuku continued, non-the-wiser. “It’s not Uraraka-san anyway it’s…a boy.” The teen mumbled the last part so softly Katsuki almost didn’t hear.

Eyes widening substantially, the blond suddenly keyed on to how worth it this conversation may end up being after all. “I fuckin’ knew you were gay you fuckin’ dork.” The blond cackled, wishing he had put money on it. Izuku squawked in protest but Katsuki wasn’t having any of it. “Deku’s got a crush on a guy this is so fuckin rich. Wait let me guess who it is! It’s Robo-dick right!? Fucking has to be. Damn, this shit’s priceless.” Katsuki snickered, wiping a tear.

“Ro-Robo...? Kacchan.” Izuku felt scandalised on behalf of his friend. “No, it’s not Iida-san!” he hissed as the other teen continued laughing his ass off. Before more names could be guessed Izuku interjected. “No, I’m not telling you who it is so stop guessing. Honestly, Kacchan.” The green-eyed boy let out a weary sigh, sinking down to the floor and leaning against the roof’s railing.

Once Katsuki managed to calm down, he turned an assessing gaze over the miserable One-For-All quirk-user. “Oi, stop going all moon-eyed over this fucker, shit’s pathetic. Grow some balls and tell the guy or you won’t know if he’s into gay shit too.” He groused, crossing his arms and glaring as a surprised look flitted over the other student’s face.

“Ehh? That’s surprisingly helpful, Kacchan.” Izuku hurried to continue as he processed the glower taking over the angry teen. “But believe me, he’s definitely not gay. And he doesn’t like me that much anyway.” Izuku sighed again, shrinking in on himself. “He’s really arrogant and has a powerful quirk... kinda like you, Kacchan. And you’re not gay, are you?” Izuku pouted worrying his lower lip. 'There, hopefully that wasn't too obvious... ahhh I'm not good at this, he's going to know I like him-'

Katsuki frowned as the geek blurted yet another assumption about him. “I don’t give a shit. If there’s a fucker out there that makes me take notice of them sexually, more power to ‘em." He eyed the way Izuku's virgin ass stumbled over the word 'sexually' while as red as a beet, amused. "I have fuckin’ standards set higher than a large rack of tits or a nice piece of ass.” The blond rolled his eyes. He had a goal, and people were a nuisance; as if he cared about any details beyond that. Apparently, that was the right thing to say, sadly, since the other teen lit up ‘Like a goddamn Christmas tree.’

Izuku perked up, eyes shining bright and all his attention focused on Katsuki. Essentially what he was like anytime the blond spoke out of arguments between them. The blond leaned back imperceptibly, both uncomfortable and slightly creeped out. “Seriously Kacchan!? Oh my gosh, do you have a crush too!?” Izuku should have known better by now, that he and Katsuki were not going to magically bond over anything.

“The fuck-? Of course not. You think anyone could resist me if I went for ‘em? Or you sayin’ I don’t have the balls to fuckin’ tell them? Eh!?” Katsuki set off another set of mini-explosions, ready to lay a can of whoop-ass on the idiot brave enough to question his character (and sex-appeal).

“N-n-n-no way Kacchan! I dunno what I was thinking! You’re super attractive, and smart, and your quirk is powerful too! And you can cook, really well. You’re so inspirational, I’m always in awe of you… Kacchan’s kinda tall, which is really appealing in a guy usually. Being ripped and having terrific bone structure ticks all the physical trait boxes. With great fashion sense, and always looking so cool, no one would be able to resist! For all intents and purposes, Kacchan would be the cream of the crop, if people can move passed the constant explicatives. I mean, sure Kacchan can be temperamental, but personally I find that both frustrating and charming, because he just has that sexy take-charge attitude. It really…” Izuku trailed off as finally turned back to Katsuki’s face. He was met with a slack jaw and boggled eyes.

“Jeezus fuckin’ Christ Deku, save some for the guy you actually like.” Bakugou scoffed, an arrogant grin baring his teeth, despite himself. “I mean I know I’m fuckin’ awesome, you don’t need to remind me that I’m the best.” He puffed out his chest in a way that Izuku couldn’t help finding both endearing and sexy, blushing to his roots while realising he had all but orgasmed to the boy’s name.

“Haha, sorry Kacchan. I just admire you a lot I guess.” Izuku chuckled and brushed it off, cheeks warming traitorously, trying to play it off as one of his usual rants. “I just… wish I could tell him the way I feel, like you suggested. But I could never have the courage without some assurance that he liked me back, like that.” ‘Or at all.’ Izuku groaned tiredly, feeling blue.

“I dunno, fuckin’ make him jealous or some shit.” Katsuki threw out an idea. “See if it sticks.” Now that his pride had been well-sated, he was feeling more relaxed in the conversation, as opposed to just chasing info.

“Jealous? Of who? My long line of suiters?” Izuku giggled at the ludicrous idea.

“Jeezus, Deku, fuckin’ nerd. Just fucking get some help. Pretend dating works in movies, right?” The blond threw his arms up in exasperation, wishing he never thought of the idea, for the headache it was giving him.

“…right.” Izuku was pretty sure in almost all cases it didn’t, because the person they fake dated ends up as the person they actually date. That or something terribly wrong happens. “But only you know about this Kacchan, I can’t imagine telling anyone, I kinda wanted to take it to the grave honestly.” The hero-geek was in full on pout mode. He doubted he could make Katsuki do anything but tease him mercilessly if he tried to make the jerk jealous by dating someone, fake or no.

“Then why’d you yammer it to me idiot? Not like we’re even friends.” Katsuki tch’d, raising a brow in suspicion. “What makes you think I won’t just tell someone, huh?”

“Why did I-” Izuku spluttered a moment. “Did you just conveniently forget how you threatened me into spilling my guts? With a guilt trip!?” The green-eyed boy wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. He had to be certifiable to be in love with the blond demon. “And besides-” he continued, quieter. “-despite how mean and rough-around-the-edges, you can be I… I know you’re honourable Kacchan. You wouldn’t do that to me, not even if you were super angry.” Izuku let a small smile tilt his lips. ‘Maybe if I wounded your pride, though.’

Katsuki narrowed suspicious eyes at the boy but couldn’t stop the bright tinge of red that graced his ears. “You don’t know shit about me, nerd.” He muttered, the insult lacking its usual bite. “If it had to be me, you coulda done worse.” The blond pointed out.

Izuku froze solid for a moment. “Eh?” A million thoughts raced in the teen’s head as the fear of being caught suffocated him.

“You know, as the person the guy has to get jealous over. Since I’m the only one that’s gonna know, technically I’m your only option, and you said it, I’m the fuckin’ cream of the crop.” Katsuki reiterated, dusting his slacks as he stood, ready to leave as the first warning bell sounded.

“K-Kacchan… do you mean it?” Izuku couldn’t believe his ears. He wanted to pinch himself. This was just the break he was looking for.

It was Katsuki’s turn to pause. “Eh? The fuck’r you harping on now?” he turned a gaze of perplexed irritation towards the bane of his existence.

“You’ll be my pretend boyfriend!? Really?” Before the other student could blink, he found himself with an arm full of excitable green puppy. “Kacchan, I can’t believe you’d do that for me! I know you’d be the best. Absolutely, 100%.” The boy bubbled, squeezing tighter at his crush. If he played his cards right, Deku hoped their outcome would slide favourably in the direction of his happiness.

“Haah!? When the fuck did I agree to tha-” Katsuki began to protest, wrenching the teen off him.

“With Kacchan as my boyfriend, anyone would be jealous. Since it’s you, it might actually work.” The green-haired boy gasped in elation. Plus, at least this way he would actually see what it’s like to date Katsuki Bakugo. This was, for all intents and purposes, a dream come true. He would bask in the glory of this win for years to come.

“Well fuck yeah they would be, I’m the fuckin’ dream everyone gets jealous and horny about. But I never said I’d-” Katsuki found himself frustratingly interrupted again. He could feel his blood-levels rising, along with the smoke from his palms.

“Oh, but no one would believe us.” Izuku sighed again, lamenting at the fact his hope died so easily. “We’re practically at each other’s throats all the time… and I doubt you could bring yourself to pretend with me in that way, I know how much I irritate you.” The boy muttered, his heart braking a little every time he remembered that. He was so close.

Did Katuski mention he really fucking hated assumptions. The blond straightened his shoulders, stormed up to the moody ‘chosen-one’ and grabbed him by the scruff of his collar. “You sayin’ I can’t do it you fuckin’ freckled piece of shit.” Izuku blinked rapidly, head spinning in confusion. “I’m gonna rock your fake world so fuckin’ hard, nobody’s gonna question our relationship for a second.” He seethed, snarling at the teen, eyes focused and filled with conviction. His scowl then twisted up into a devilish grin. “Course your virgin ass’ never heard of sexual-fuckin-tension.” That was all the ‘warning’ Izuku got before he found himself mauled by hungry lips and persistent fingers.

Katsuki’s teeth dug deep into Izuku’s pouty lip, tugging it aggressively and sucking the plush petal into his mouth, one hand burying itself into the smaller boy’s unruly locks, tugging his head back sharply. Izuku moaned embarrassingly loud at the rough treatment, keening high and needy as Katsuki’s surprisingly gifted lips inhaled his soul right out of his body. The blond grunted, dragging his other hand down Izuku’s chest to mess up the boy’s shirt, thrusting his tongue down the shorter one’s throat and tangling their tongues together. Izuku’s hands had quickly reached up to fist the material of Katsuki’s grey blazer, eyes-rolling to the back of his head as his mind shut down. The more aggressive teen tore his lips away from the other’s and trailed a row of slobbering open-mouth kisses down the neck of his moaning counter-part. Getting to the juncture, Katsuki sunk his canines into the fragile skin, sucking a dark red hickey in a position impossible to cover up without a shit ton of make-up or a scarf. His hands then slid down to Deku’s ass, hoisting the boy up and slamming them against a wall, grinding their erections together, hard, before letting the boy down.

Katsuki then grabbed Izuku’s hand and all but dragged the dazed boy back to their home-room, bursting through the doors with the sound of the last bell. The other students stopped and gawked, looking between the two, at their appearances, at their linked hands, and it was like the world exploded around the teens. Rapid fire questions and congratulations came at the pair from all directions, slapping Izuku back into the present and causing him to stare dumbly at the love of his life. ‘What… what just happened? Was that real? Is this real? What’s going on!? Did Kacchan actually kiss me? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Kacchan’s lips, and his hands and his tongue OH MY GOD.’

Seeing Izuku had snapped out of his stupor and was about to blow their whole operation, Katsuki quickly took charge. “All you fuckers SHUT UP.” He roared, creating an explosion with his free hand, gaining blessed distance as students jumped out of the way. “It’s none of your fucking business so lay off or I’ll fucking kill you!” He sneered, dragging Izuku to their seats. Before he shoved the teen down to sit, he leaned in to the boy’s ear. “If you don’t act like this whole thing is a fucking dream, then maybe this shit will actually end up working, so get your shit together you shittynerd. Don’t make me spank that tight ass, Deku.” With that juicy tit bit forever starring in Izuku’s future wet dreams, the teen in question found himself roughly seated before being shoved back on his chair's back-legs, by a rough kiss. Katsuki quickly pulled himself off as soon as Aizawa walked in, ignoring the cat calls and squealing, plonking down in his own seat.

Izuku almost fell off his chair, thudding back straight, as he chased Katsuki’s lips, mind hazy with the thought ‘Kacchan’s gonna spank me’ playing on loop in his brain. 'Did that... did that actually just happen?'

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Aizawa was looking forward to a trouble free last couple periods. Everything had been going smoothly so far, and with no trips planned, no villains could attack; it was a well needed respite one could say. All he had to do was hand out a pop quiz, give Class-A an hour to do said pop quiz, then hand another one (for shits and giggles), so he could nap all the way through till home time. It should have been, for all intents and purposes, fool-proof. But, the world hates him and therefore his plan was shot down with glorious precision the moment he stepped back into the classroom. The sleepy sensei took one look at his two most troublesome students at each other’s throats, once again, and knew that it was going to be a very fucking troublesome last couple periods.

Katsuki met Aizawa’s eyes on the way to his seat, basically daring the teacher to comment, while also confirming said teacher’s suspicion. The boys weren’t fighting, he wasn’t hallucinating, and that the most conflicting pair up in the entire school was in fact making out, with each other. ‘God, I hate high-schoolers and their stupid fucking hormones. I'm way too old for this shit.’ He glared at Bakugo till the blond sat and then set his eyes on the rest of the gossipmongers. “Oiii.” He drawled, causing them all to freeze mid-motion. “Sit down, keep your traps shut, and listen up.” He spoke blandly, letting weariness sink in bone-deep. “I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two-” he glared at the accused duo in turn. “-and I don’t care. So, I had better not hear another word about it from the rest of you lot until the bell rings. Is that understood?” After a round of ‘yes Aizawa-sensei’ the teacher glared again before setting his plan back in motion.

Unfortunately for Aizawa, this ruling barely lasted a minute before he noticed the Baku-squad and Deku-fanclub attempting to make contact with their idols, in order get the 411. Aizawa groaned under his breath. ‘It would be just so easy to give in’ he sighed to himself, weighing his options. After a particular obvious move from Kirishima – the redhead had thrown a scrunched-up note at Bakugo’s face– causing an uproar from the blond; and sighting even the class president attempting to snap Izuku out of his lust-induced stupor, Aizawa caved. “Forget it. Just keep your voices down and have a free period.” Without the condition, the classroom would have erupted. Instead, the aforementioned groups immediately stood, with Ochako heading the green-haired team and Kirishima leading the blond-haired team, both walking purposely towards their targets. ‘If only they were this interested in theoretics.’

 Izuku was so far beyond out of it, the One for All quirk user should exist in another universe. Spying the seemingly permanent rosy cheeks and vacant look in his eyes; Ochako, Tenya, Tsuyu, Tokoyami and Shoto fervently discussed ways to get the boy to snap out of it without employing the use of physical violence. Tenya attempted to tap him awake, with Ochako and Tsuyu speaking in rapid succession, while Tokoyami and Shoto just stared at each other in confusion because, what the actual fuck happened in the span of lunch time.

Before Kirishima, Ashido, Kaminari and Sero could even get to Katsuki, the blond spun his chair around. The classroom seemed to freeze in that moment, everyone holding on with bated breath to see what the blond would do next. Katsuki stared into Izuku’s vacant eyes and almost immediately the brightness returned to them, his blush deepening. Katsuki then boldly shoved aside the other teen’s desk, right into Shoto, who managed to get out of the way in time to Katsuki’s irritation. With one leg Katsuki shoved his foot against Izuku’s back-rest, small explosions setting off from his palms. “Fuck off.” He bit out, glaring at the rest of them, before snapping his eyes back to Deku. Smirking devilishly, Katsuki pointed at the stunned green-haired boy, turned his palm face up and quirked a finger in a ‘come-hither’ motion. Izuku stood from his chair so abruptly it toppled backwards, causing Ochako to squeak in surprise while Tsuyu pulled her out of the way.  Katsuki smirked at his nerd’s spastic behaviour while the other teen clambered onto his lap. Leaning up, Katsuki snagged Izuku’s lips with his own, running his palms up the boy’s sculpted thighs, while Izuku threaded his fingers through the spikey blond strands.

“Oi, I said free-period, not make-out peer.” Aizawa groused, glaring from between his sleeping bag.

Katsuki drew his lips away and nibbled down Izuku’s nape. “You also said to keep quiet. Deku’s not screaming… yet.” He gave the older man a shit-eating grin, tonguing the newest hickey suggestively. Much to the teacher’s chagrin, Izuku had let out a breathy moan at the motion, tugging on the blond locks reflexively. 'Fuck... didn't know the nerd could sound like that. That's fucking hot.'

“Keep it PG or keep it in your pants.” Aizawa knew this happened to other teachers in the world, who ignored this shit during classes, but for god sakes they were in Hero-school. He didn’t think he’d ever have to deal with bad-boy students. ‘If the blond’s not cursing out people, he’s a damsel in distress or destroying something; the only constant being that he’s always a pain in the ass.’ Katsuki glowered at the ruling, but sat Izuku on his lap with more propriety. Just to spite the older male, he continued mouthing at the joint between Izuku’s neck and shoulders, tracing the spine.

Kirishima managed to break the stupor he was under after Aizawa's aggravated words, and stalked up to the questionable pair. “Baku-bro what the heck, man!?” He was so bamboozled it was unreal. ‘This whole situation is unreal.’ The red-head’s mind supplied. 'Holy shit, Baku-bro's gay... whoa... Deku's also gay... and they outted just like that? Shit that's so manly.'

“Dude, come up for air and fill us in, we’re dying of confusion and I think you broke Mineta.” Kaminari urged, side-eying the concerning party. They all glanced briefly at the purple blob rocking in the corner before re-focusing on the couple in question. The other blond was still reeling at the revelation, not sure how he felt about his friend's sudden coming out. Also, the fact that two of the most powerful quirk users of their generation were gay was kinda startling, especially with no gay-heros on record, they would be the first. He was just really confused and needed some clarity, like most of the other students.

Bakugo just rolled his eyes in irritation. In his head however, he was a smug mother-fucker, because this shit was going all according to plan. Even Deku seemed to make the right moves, as confused as the nerd seemed. So long as he didn’t answer too many questions, and Deku kept being hypnotised by his magic-fucking-lips, it would be smooth sailing. “Believe it or not, the nerd confessed to me. Isn’t that right, Deku.” Katsuki’s tongue trailed up and circled the fleshy lobe, causing said boy’s breath to hitch, and the participants of the room's jaws to drop. Making a garbled noise of agreement, Izuku nodded his head, leaning back into Katsuki’s heated ministrations. “Oi, c’mon babe, tell them about the way you just blurted it out to me; ‘I love you’.” The last words were husked into Izuku's ear, meant for dramatic effect. Everyone started up with the chatter again, discussing this new tit-bit and Bakugo chuckled when he heard Kirishima congratulating Izuku for how ‘manly’ his bold confession was.

Izuku’s brain short circuited. The aspiring hero never thought he’d ever hear those words in Katsuki Bakugo’s voice, no matter the context. Spotting the wobbling lower lip, Katsuki’s eyes widened in surprise, tilting the younger boy’s head sideways, only to be caught in a watery green gaze. “I love you, Kacchan.” Izuku whispered, breathless, eyes sparkling like fucking stardust. The shorter teen pounced, meshing their lips together and gripping Katsuki’s hair once more. “I love you.” Another kiss joined their mouths. “Love you.” The words were like a mantra spoken in the breaths they shared between kisses, each like a plea for more, causing Katsuki’s ears to redden, heart to speed up and lids to lower, completely drunk off Izuku’s affection. The rest of the room blushed heavily at the intimate situation, completely aware it was not for their eyes, but unwilling to look away.

When some-one cleared their throat, Katsuki managed to snap out of it, tearing away from the other teen, breath laboured. “Fuck yeah Deku, it went just like that.” He muttered, stupefied that his childhood-friend was so good at acting. ‘He’s projecting, that has to be it. Deku’s thinking of the other fucker while he’s all over me… it kinda pisses me off.’ Katsuki leaned back and sunk his teeth into Deku’s plush pouty lip, tugging it in retribution, pecking the boy to soothe it over and keep up appearances. ‘Tch, bet the loser’s not as hot as me… bet I could take the fucker with one hand tied behind my back. Stupid nerd, choosing a second-rate extra.’ The thought was petty and completely childish, but Bakugo ignored that fact since he was fucking right, okay.

“Am I the only one completely against this!? Deku-kun, snap out of it! Are you being coerced-” Ochaka was downright murderous. A hot rage was boiling in her chest, all she could see was red. ‘Like that assholes stupid eyes… I could just claw them out. Obviously Deku-kun’s been hit by a quirk or something because, Katsuki Bakugo’s a complete jerk and doesn’t deserve one ounce of affection from a guy as great as Deku!’

“Oi bitch-face.” Katsuki interrupted her mid-rant, causing her to glare scathingly at him. ‘That’s much more satisfying than interrupting the shitty nerd.’ Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tucking Izuku against his chest, eliciting a small squeak from the bundle in his arms. “You saying I’m fucking lying. Or are you saying I wouldn’t be able to see through a fucking quirk. I’ve known this little shit practically since I’ve been born.” Katsuki went in for the kill. “I think I’d know him better than you.”

Deku was officially present. He was also very angry. “Kacchan. Just because I love you-” both teens had to hold back their choking here since that shit was never getting old. “-doesn’t mean you can be mean to my friends and not expect me to say anything.” Now, Deku was not expecting an apology, because he wasn’t stupid. But, he wanted to assert, that a rouse, in lust, completely smitten or not – Katsuki wasn’t going to just get away with being an asshole anymore. That much has definitely not changed.

Katsuki would be madder that Izuku was taking her side; but, the kiss-swollen lips drawn into a pout, and the still heavily pink-tinted cheeks brought the green-eyed glare from rottweiler level down to toy-poodle. If the blond was ever honest with himself, he would have admitted it was fucking adorable. But, Katsuki has the lowest EQ on God’s green earth, so instead he just glared right back, spitting expletives all the while. Ashido looked between the two before bursting out laughing, drawing everyone’s attention. “Sorry, sorry… This whole situation is so bizarre I just had to get that off my chest.” The pinkette inwardly dawned a cheer-leading outfit and grabbed her pom-poms. ‘Katsu Baku, he’s our man, if he can’t smash, no one can! Tap that ass, Bakugo! Whooot, I'm rootin' for ya!!’

“Deku-kun… did you really confess to Bakugo-san?” Tenya was perplexed, in all his dealings with his green-haired friend, Izuku had never shown such inclinations towards the hot-headed blond. ‘I suppose Izuku is always trying to prove his worth around Bakugo, and with their recent amends, the two have become closer, enough for Izuku to linger around Bakugo more, and yes Izuku is always imitating Bakugo and watching him very closely… but I was sure that was all simply him being a strategist and due to respect… perhaps I missed something… I’ll ask him about it when we get a moment alone.’ The strict teen nodded resolutely to himself.

Izuku blushed beet-red at the question, any savageness leaving him as he all but froze in Katsuki’s lap. “Yeah… I was so surprised when Kacchan didn’t blast me through the wall.” He laughed nervously, flickering his eyes up at the explosion-quirk user, widening them in attempt to convey his inability to lie convincingly. Katsuki narrowed his eyes before smirking, understanding flashing in his pupils before he subtly, but lewdly thrust his hips up. Izuku’s eyes practically popped out of his skull, shiver racing up his back at the motion. ‘Oh my god, that’s Kacchan’s dick. Kacchan dicked me.’ Swallowing thickly, Izuku tried to speak, only to falter when nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he tried again. “H-he uh… k-kissed me instead.” Izuku blushed profusely, refusing to say what he thinks Katsuki wanted him to say.

“God, you’re such a fucking pussy, Deku.” Katsuki grinned ruthlessly, canines flashing. “I nailed the the nerd up against a wall and gave him the Bakugo experience. I figured he deserved to know what he was getting into… or what was getting into him eventually.” Katsuki cackled, tongue flicking out to trace his upper teeth with a leer. 'Gotta give em something to write home about, Deku. Go big or go home.' There were gasps all round, with some squeals from Mina and surprisingly enough, Hagakure; both girls had almost passed out from fangirling.

“Kacchan!” Izuku gasped, ears burning as he flashed a fearful look to an unimpressed Aizawa, who just remained dead-panned. “We didn’t have sex!” he rushed to clarify. When Ashido snorted in disbelief he glared at her. “We didn’t!” He insisted and flashed an alarmed look back at his teacher. “I promise!” his eyes pleaded his sensei to believe him. Aizawa just sighed tiredly, rolling his own eyes heaven-wards 'I should have just said no to the fucking job offer'. Izuku sagged in relief, believing he dodged a bullet. Feeling the surface below him quake, Izuku turned curious eyes to a cackling Katsuki. “It’s not funny, Kacchan!” Izuku hissed, ears still burning as he crossed his arms with a pout. Katsuki couldn’t stop his sinister laughter, he was going to have so much fun fucking around with the nerd. School was definitely going to be more interesting here on out.

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Shoto narrowed his eyes, unsure if he was the only one who caught sight of the silent conversation the two had almost imperceptibly engaged in. Something was fishy, but the dual haired teen didn’t really want to get to the bottom of it. He trusted that Izuku would tell him if it were something important, it wasn’t like the green-haired boy to be false. Deciding to keep his suspicions to himself, Shoto looked around the room, spotting Uraraka’s seething form quaking beside the unlikely pair. Cocking his head, Shoto regarded her and then Momo, who was looking between the entangled teens with what seemed like heightened suspicion. Shoto decided he would speak to them to hear out their theories, intervening only if he deems it necessary. The dual quirk-user was unwilling for his closest friend to go through unnecessary grief if Izuku’s and Bakugo’s relationship wasn’t a hoax.

~*~

After more banter and flirtatious shenanigans from the newlywe-uhh- newly formed couple; everyone was ready to head home when the bell sounded. More congratulations were given as the students filed out of the classroom, both Katsuki and Izuku waving off their friends because they had shit to sort out, excusing themselves with Bakugo’s bullshit line of ‘seeing his new boyfriend home.’ That left Izuku a stuttering mess for all of 15 seconds before the explosion-quirk user whacked him over the head and hauled his ass out the door. Izuku gave a silent scream when Katsuki laced their fingers together, just managing to keep the sound from escaping. He really didn’t want to give the other teen a reason to pull away. ‘Are my palms sweaty? Oh My God, they are. Kacchan’s going to feel so grossed out and he’s never going to hold my hand again and I’m going to be Kacchanless before even one fake date because I’m a nervous wreck! I wonder if Kacchan can feel it yet? I wonder if it’s going to activate his quirk? Actually; can Kacchan’s quirk be activated by other people’s sweat? Like if I was sweating and that made Kacchan sweat, would an explosion naturally be triggered? I wonder if that would make sex awkward-’

“Hoooolly fuck, Deku. If you don’t shut up in the next 3 seconds, I’m going to blow your fucking hands off so sweaty fucking palms will be the least of your shitty problems.” The words were seethed with so much intent, Deku immediately snapped his trap shut mid-mutter.

“Sorry Kacchan.” He squeaked from behind his teeth. His boyfriend was scary.

“You fucking better be you spastic nerd.” The blond just spat back, clenching Deku’s disgustingly sweaty hand tighter. The explosion-quirk user was not prepared for Deku to go on another self-deprecating rant slash analysis, were he to let go; he could not roll his eyes any harder.

~*~

Both teens breathed a sigh of relief when Izuku’s front door shut behind them, freezing Mrs. Midoriya in her tracks when she spied the two walking in together, fingers entwined. The confused women couldn’t get passed the words ‘welcome home’; just staring stupidly after her son and his former childhood friend as the green-haired teen beamed an ‘I’m home mum. Kacchan and I are going to my room, okay?’; only for Katsuki to grunt his own greeting and lead Izuku to Izuku’s room. Head spinning, the mother sank to the floor, still staring at the staircase long after the boys had disappeared from sight. “M-Mitsuki-chan… Mitsuki-chan!” Inko practically tripped over herself in her efforts to get to the phone and interrogate the other mother on whether she was aware of this new development because what in All Might’s name was going on!?

~*~

“Fuck.” Katsuki cursed, looking around. “I didn’t think it was possible for your walls to be covered in more posters of All Might. Jesus fuck shitty nerd, you might as well register as a fuckin’ museum.” Katsuki inwardly gave the teen props when he spotted a Limited Edition All Might bobble head… until he saw something familiar. “Is that my fucking action figure?” Izuku ‘eep’ed and rushed towards the item in question, shaking his head furiously and blocking Katsuki’s sight of the offending merchandise.

“It’s not what you think Kacchan! You left it here and I tried to give it back to you but it was when we weren’t getting along and you wouldn’t let me speak, and I was busy backing away and by the time I stopped panicking you had disappeared and I still had it in my bag and I just didn’t know what to do so I just-” Katsuki shoved his hand over Izuku’s mouth and glowered.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore, just shut up.” The taller boy tch’d and removed his hand, glaring at Izuku till his mouth snapped shut. “Besides, we have other shit to talk about… I’ll start by saying I ain’t apologising for shit. If you couldn’t handle being my shitty-fake boyfriend, then your dumb ass shouldn’t have fuckin’ roped me into it.” Bakugo stated, tone gruff and unrepenting.

“Eh?” Izuku mumbled, lost.

“Did I fucking stutter? I ain’t repeating myself, dipshit.” Katsuki snarled, quirk going off in his palms.

“Oh… Oh! No Kacchan, you were fine-” at the disbelieving glare Izuku raced to continue. “-I-I mean y-you were more than fine! Y-you were amazing at k-kissing, infinity out of ten! And you were really good with your hands too, I couldn’t think straight while you were touching me, that’s how much I enjoyed having you all over me-not that you were all over me, that would narcissistic what am I saying-I just meant that I was all over you because you told me to, not that you really told me to, you just did that sexy hand gesture and then I fell on you- do I need to apologise for that? Because at the time I didn’t think so since you -uhh- didn’t blow up my face, but now that I think about it, was I too heavy? Did my clumsiness inconvenience you-? I am so sorr-” Before Izuku knew what was happening, a pair of lips slammed into him mid-apology.

“What did I tell you about shutting up, nerd?” Katsuki valiantly fought down his lips’ attempt at a fond smile, grinning murderously instead. Izuku just swallowed and nodded, he really hated the fact that he rambled when he was nervous… and wow did Katsuki make him nervous. “We should see where we’re at with this whole relationship, boundaries and shit. What’s too far, what’s not going to cut it, it’s time to make a fucking game plan.” The blond suddenly got serious, walking passed the green-eyed boy to recline on the smaller teen’s bed.

‘My bed’s going to smell like Kacchan tonight! I wonder if it’s strong enough to jerk off to later… I’m going to hell.’ Izuku allowed himself a moment to freak-out before shaking himself and nodding resolutely, plopping down on his desk chair. “Okay Kacchan, what are your boundaries?” Izuku asked, expression serious.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, seeing the challenge and wanting to murder it. “You think I’m some kinda pussy, Deku. You little shit, I’m down for anything. How about you?” he smirked arrogantly, cocking a brow.

“A-a-a-anything?” Izuku choked out, hitting his chest when multiple tempting scenarios flashed through his mind. “You don’t have any boundaries? W-w-what about sex!?” Izuku was red as a tomato, and even Katsuki was feeling a slight burn at the tips of his ears.

“We’re guys, Deku. What, you saving your V-card for your mystery man; like some kind of fucking Madonna reject?” Katsuki scoffed, tone baiting.

“No.” Izuku bit back, ignoring the small ‘yes’ that whispered in his mind.

“Then who fucking cares what we do. The more we get your wet-dream extra jealous, the fucking better.” Katsuki stated, tone final.

“W-wet dream ex-Kacchan! You can’t just say things like that, you’re going to kill me. I’m literally going to die from embarrassment. Kacchan I can’t take it.” Izuku whined, causing Katsuki to choke, wheezing slightly as he struggled to regain his breath.

“What the fuck, Deku. No one’s around; you can stop sounding like a fuckin’ porno.” Izuku promptly fell out of his chair.

“That’s what I mean, Kacchan!” Izuku muttered, wincing as he rubbed his tush, certain of the fact that he will never be rid of the current shade of red, staining his face. “I can follow your lead with the contact stuff, but whenever you speak, I can’t respond; you have no filter.” Izuku whined again, wanting the embarrassment to fade so he could scream in holy delight that sex with Kacchan was officially on the table. It was unfair how he had zero time to gush over that.

“What, you get off at the sound of my voice or some shit?” Katsuki quirked a brow.

Izuku mimicked a fish before just melting into the floor. ‘That’s not a lie.’ His brain supplied unhelpfully. ‘Traitor’ was all Izuku could counter before the teen got to his feet and just sat next to Katsuki on his bed, he could give zero fucks anymore. He was going to die today anyway, so he may as well do it his way.

Katsuki eyed Izuku weirdly at the unanswered question; but shrugged it off, refocusing on the goal. “We have one weekend to get this shit sorted before we’re back at the dorms. I say we strategize today, and practice over the next couple of days.” Katsuki told the other teen; on the way home he had thought up some wicked ideas.

“Practice what, Kacchan?” Izuku mumbled, tilting his head to the side.

“A fuckin’ lot. You only just managed to salvage yourself at the end, otherwise no one would have fuckin’ believed us.” Katsuki frowned. Izuku was just unnatural, that had to be fixed.

“O-oh… sorry Kacchan.” Izuku frowned softly, wishing his brain didn’t go to mush around the blond.

“It’s fucking fine, you’re all tingly over a fuckin’ kiss, I get it.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, but the words comforted Izuku none-the-less.

“Ne, actually Kacchan, there’s a question that’s been bugging me.” At Katsuki’s narrowed eyes, Izuku continued, seeing the look as a green light. “Well… you’ve poked fun at me about freaking out because I’m a virgin but… aren’t you one too?” Izuku braced himself for the oncoming punch; only to peak when it never came.

Katsuki looked at Izuku almost boredly. “Yeah no shit, my goal is being number 1, and I don’t need to blow off steam any other way than by making things explode.” He muttered, grousing. “I don’t have a problem with the fact, Deku. It’s you acting like some kind of fuckin’ 60’s housewife that irritates me. Fucking get over it, it’s just sex.” Katsuki viewed sex much like one would view a hot bath; it feels fucking fantastic sure, but you don’t need it to live, and it’s not going to change your life.

Izuku furrowed his brows but was too relieved by the answer to be offended, simply rejoicing in a deeper understanding of his crush. “S-so… what did you have in mind?” The fact that he could very well be the one who swiped Katsuki’s V-card, slapped Izuku across the face hard enough for him to speed things up. The man could change his mind at any point, and Izuku really wanted to take this as far as possible before that happened.

“The fucker’s in school, right?” Katsuki fished, wanting to get more information on the secret-crush and figure out the guy’s identity.

“He’s a student, if that’s what you mean? I never said he was in UA though…” Izuku stalled, thinking fast. A best offence was a good defence, and right now, a good defence means narrowing it down to almost any boy with a decent quirk, in the state.

Katsuki held back his irritation but was unable to stop from glaring at Izuku with a look that demanded blood. “You better hope I never find out who it is, Deku… the way you’re fuckin’ around, I’ll fuckin’ murder the bastard in front of you.” He threatened, before continuing with his scheme; leaving Izuku a ghostly shade of white. “If he’s not in UA, we’re going to have to ramp this side-show up to 11.” The blonde frowned, not liking what he was about to say. “We need to be convincing enough, fuckin’ gay enough to be famous. Good thing we have that ‘first gay hero duo’ or some shit, going for us.”

“What do you mean by gay enough, Kacchan?” Izuku furrowed his brows in confusion, nose crinkling.

“It means that we need to be loud and proud, fuckin’ talked about by everyone. We basically need to act like today, but all the fucking time. You think you can handle having me all over you 20-fuckin’-4/7?” Izuku almost moaned out loud at the thought.

“Yeah.” He breathed, feeling oxygen deprived and weak in the knees.

Katsuki’s eyes flashed as he recognised the lust darkening Izuku’s forest green orbs. “Watch it, Deku. Or you’re going to fall for me before the other fucker even knows he stands a chance.” The words were chuckled in a low timbre, and it sent rivets of hot desire surging through Izuku’s blood. ‘Not that he’d beat me if I ever actually went for the fuckin’ nerd.’

“Okay Kacchan.” Izuku cleared his throat and took a deep breath, shaking off the spell. Katsuki tracked the movements with intelligent ruby irises, appreciating the deep flush of Izuku’s skin. “So, I guess you’ll be…uhh-” Izuku swallowed thickly, memories of the rooftop trapping him.

“I’ll be pinning you to every reasonably fuckin’ flat surface I can anytime, anywhere.” Katsuki finished, following his line of thought. “And you’ll need to find your shitty spine sometime-” Izuku squawked in protest. “-whether that means straddling my lap or taking hold of my fuckin’ tie and planting one on me. You think you got it in you, Deku?” Katsuki’s grin was wide and challenging, electricity crackling between them.

“Game on, Kacchan.” Izuku grinned back, practically buzzing with energy.

“I’ll fucking crush you.” Katsuki smirked but narrowing his eyes when Izuku smirked back.

“But Kacchan… I want you to fuck me.” He said, innocently enough; but his eyes gleamed.

Katsuki’s jaw unhinged slightly before the blonde’s mouth stretched into a smug grin, canines glinting. “I can do that.” He promised, eyeing his rival with a new, salacious interest. Izuku shuddered again under the heated gaze, more than happy to just take in the view; but Katsuki decided to build a more solid strategy. “Three rules: 1. we’re always on until we’re on the fuckin’ field; 2. we sneak into each other’s rooms, caught or not caught, either scenario will work cause the shitty school will know soon enough, the dorm fuckers spread gossip like wildfire; 3. no one finds out the truth, no one, ya got that, nerd?” Izuku nodded furiously, more than compliant to any rule.

“…In order to be talked about, we need to be fuckin’ wild.” Katsuki continued, giving Izuku an appraising look.

“W-wild, Kacchan?” Izuku was lost again.

“We could be all over each other… but that shit will get old fast; nah, we need to start up some real fuckin kinky shit if we wanna be really famous.” Katsuki grinned, enjoying the way Izuku’s head went up in flames.

“K-k-k-… Kacchan.” Izuku couldn’t even say the word. “What-?”

“I’m probably going to have to spank that ass, Deku.” Katsuki grinned, unabashedly. “Get a collar round that pretty fuckin’ neck and find you some slutty outfits to tuck deep into your closet… and lingerie.” Izuku couldn’t breathe, his brain had stopped communicating anything but a dull buzz. “It’s not all take, I’ll get you some handcuffs and a blindfold, maybe even a muzzle so we can make some fap material out of that shitty sports festival. You want me chained up, Deku? Wanna keep me in bed all day and ride my cock till yr fuckin’ ass is full of my cum?” Izuku’s lower lip wobbled as all the emotions got to him, tears filling his eyes while he struggled with just how much he wanted. God how he wanted. “Shit, your tears always get me so fuckin’ horny.” Katsuki confessed, reaching out his hands to thumb away the tears and take hold of Izuku’s face. “Always crying with those big fuckin’ eyes… makes me want to gag you on my cock, give you something to really cry about… fuck I could spank you with my quirk… Bet your masochistic ass would just love that.”

“Kacchan, Kacchan I-” Izuku grabbed hold of Katsuki’s sleeve with trembling fingers, wanting to just confess everything.

“Izu-chan, Katsuki-kun, can I come in? I brought snacks.” Inko asked as she rapped on the door.

“Ah… uhh y-yeah mum.” Izuku called back, pouting a little as he recoiled. Katsuki narrowed his eyes at Izuku and quickly pulled the boy over his lap before the door opened. Izuku and his mother stared comically at each other. The poor women almost dropped her tray.

“O-o-o-OH. Oh my. I-I am so sorry boys I didn’t mean to intrude, oh my gosh-” Inko stuttered, placing the tray on the desk and quickly backing out of the room.

“A-ah Mum! No you don’t understand! K-Kacchan was just-” Izuku squirmed in Katsuki’s lap, but the larger boy held him fast against his chest… ‘His incredibly firm chest mmh.’

“Always on. No one finds out.” Katsuki husked in Izuku’s ear before locking eyes with the stuttering women. “Deku and I are dating, don’t fu-freak out.” He muttered tersely.

“E-excuse me!?” Inko exclaimed, shook. Izuku looked between the two, alarmed. Everything was going so fast…But he had to get his shit together. He had to win Katsuki Bakugo's heart no matter what. Nothing and no one was going to get in his way.

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After Izuku stuttered a clarification to his mum that he and Kacchan were totally into each other and that they were happily marrie-dating; the stunned women had penguin backtracked it the fuck out of the room, white as a ghost. Now Izuku and Katsuki were huddled together with Izuku’s laptop between them, researching the wonderful world of BDSM.

“You think you’d do better as a slave or a sub?” Katsuki narrowed his eyes as he googled the two on his phone, speed reading through both categories.

“Kacchan that’s so embarrassing.” Izuku lamented, burying his tomato-face in his hands, peeking at the screen through gaps between his fingers. “Why can’t we just be a normal couple.”

Katsuki froze for a moment before lowering his phone from his face and staring at Izuku in the most dead-panned look he could muster, with the amount of rage he was feeling at the other teen’s idiocy. “Because, dumbass; sex sells.” He answered, blandly. “That shitty saying isn’t for lols; if you wanna be noticed, you gotta pull out all the stops, especially when everyone in this goddamn quirk-infested world are fame-whores. We have too much shitty competition. We’re new players coming into a world controlled by the paparazzi, we gotta give people something to get excited about. Think of it as Heroes & The Media 101... Now get your lazy ass back to work.” The blond went back to his phone before slapping the shorter teen hard on the butt. Izuku yelped and did as commanded, rubbing at his sore tush.

“But I dunno what I’d be better at Kacchan! I’ve never seen myself doing… any of this. I mean, there’s a person suspended to the ceiling Kacchan! The ceiling. What do you even do up there!?” Izuku was, by all rights, freaking the fuck out.

“Oh. Yeah, ignore that shit; I looked it up and turns out they’re not even supposed to be that fucking high, it’s literally just a shitty photo. When I suspend you, it’ll be just high enough for your ass to line up with my cock. It’ll depend on how I wanna fuck you at the time.” Katsuki waved the teen off, eyes not leaving his phone screen.

Izuku blanked, mouth hanging open. There were so many questions he had about that statement… but he just settled on: “WHEN you suspend me!? Kacchan, why have you already planned this!? What if I don’t wanna-” the teen’s whine was swiftly cut short.

Katsuki shot his head up and glared at Izuku, lips curling into a sneer. “Listen up shitty Deku-” he growled, grabbing hold of the teen’s shirt and yanking them face to face.  Izuku's eyes boggled. “Consent seems to be a big fucking part of this shit. But, between you and me? That shit seems almost null fuckin’ void. I’ve slapped your ass, stuck my tongue down your throat in front of fuckin’ everyone, and I can fuckin’ bet if I shoved you on your knees in that shitty classroom and fucked your mouth, your horny ass would have just taken it and sucked it like a good little bitch. I could have fucked you on Aizawa’s damn desk if I wanted, and you woulda just bent over and dropped your pants.” Katsuki grinned meanly, canines flashing as his eyes stared Izuku down, fingers sliding from Izuku’s shirt to wrap lightly around the green-haired boy’s thin neck. “I can do anything I want to you; if it gets me off, it’s gonna get you off. Cause, whether you realised it or not, you already fuckin’ consented. That look yr giving me right now? If you were a women you'd be fuckin' dripping. So don't start with shit like 'what if i don't want' to me.” With that Katsuki released Izuku and went back to angrily scrolling through his phone. “You’re my slave. Fuckin’ shut up and read. If I do something that you don’t fuckin’ like, we’ll work you into a role as a submissive.” After a tongue lashing like that, how was Izuku supposed to do anything other than what was ordered.

Izuku flicked covert glances over at Katsuki to make sure the teen was still beside him and that this wasn’t all an elaborate daydream. The smaller student hummed softly as he opened a new window and googled his specific questions for the slave role. Izuku’s face was still on fire, and almost unconsciously, he started to trail his fingers across his neck, where the phantom of Katsuki’s touch still lingered. Izuku was so fucking hard, he had been hard practically all day, and it was so unfair for Katsuki to just say things like that in his stupidly sexy voice, using his stupidly sexy face. The teen had never felt more repressed.

Katsuki had skimmed 3 different opinions on Total Power Exchange and wanted to tare his fucking hair out. The only thing he’d really managed to pin point that might be accurate, is that he’s not a Master, he’s an Owner, because of his lack of experience in the BDSM game, and that it’s a huge responsibility, he had to be fucking careful, and he could only succeed in it if he had the right instincts, because the nerd really was at his mercy. Especially since, even though both of them were completely new to the game, Izuku would not be getting a safeword. Katsuki wanted to do this right, and he was not going to fuck it up. But… Katsuki plays by his own rules, and he wasn’t really feeling certain, seemingly core rules, like Izuku calling him Sir or Master all the fucking time; and the whole slave always being naked thing was great and all, but Katsuki understood it’d be a bit difficult in the dorms… so the blond would be making shit up as they went, just focusing on the goldens: what he says goes (if he says something, he needs to stick to it and enforce it); Izuku is there for him to use, not abuse (anything that Izuku can do to make Katsuki’s life easier, will be done, so that Katsuki isn’t cruel in his ownership); and finally, that even though this is a pretend relationship, he had to take this shit seriously, because it’s highly likely neither of them will be able to leave the lifestyle after a certain point.

Ripping his eyes from one of the ‘Master Class’ info sites, Katsuki raked his eyes up and down Izuku’s curled form, feeling a pleased jolt zip up his spine as he followed the trail of Izuku’s fingers over the smaller boy’s slim throat. “Oi, Deku.” He drawled, getting the teen’s immediate attention. Katsuki reached over and ran his thumb over Izuku’s lower lip, dragging his hand up passed the smaller boy’s ear and down his tremoring spine, till he took a firm grasp of the other teen’s tight glutes. ‘Love is obviously not gonna be a fuckin incentive for Deku, cause of the other fucker… but I can work with praise and lust if the little shit gets off on it.’  Katsuki decided to test it. “Deku.” His voice was low with an arrogant smirk stretching his lips into a vicious grin. Izuku froze like a deer in headlights, unwilling to remove an ounce of his focus off the blond, even for his need to breathe. Katsuki squeezed Izuku’s ass, stroking over the slit in the greenette’s pants as a reward for the soft mewl Izuku squeaked out. “You’ll be the best fuckin’ slave for me, right? You wanna be so good for me, don’t you? I bet you really wanna please me. That what you want, Deku? ” Katsuki could all but hear Izuku’s chest hammering against his chest, it was in every bodily shiver and flutter of the other teen’s lids, Izuku was definitely slave material. ‘I bet I’m doing the nerd’s shitty crush a favour; I’ll make Deku the most perfect fuckin’ slave… the fucker should worship me.’

Katsuki put down his phone and pulled Izuku towards him by the ass, slamming their lips together. He would need to rely heavily on the reward system to naturally mould Izuku into his new role, and Izuku definitely deserved a reward for being so attentive. “Take off your clothes.” Katsuki husked into Izuku’s ear, drawing back. Izuku swallowed thickly, eyes darting between Katsuki’s blood red orbs to see if the blond was serious. Katsuki stared back unflinchingly.

Izuku gulped again and slowly backed off the bed, quivering. Flashing tentative looks over at the expectant blond, Izuku started to strip, revealing his ear to nipple flush and scarred skin to the other boy. Izuku hesitated at his underwear. ‘It’s not like Kacchan has never seen me naked… he’s seen me naked plenty of times… as children. And even at the onsen… oh god, now I’m thinking of Kacchan naked, oh god Kacchan’s going to see me hard. I don’t want to take my underwear off, I bet he’s staring at it, oh my god what do I do-!?’

“Take it off, Deku. Don’t make me tell you again.” Katsuki’s voice was hard, and his tone promised he’d make good on his thinly veiled threat. Izuku had never been so turned on in his goddamn life. The nervous teen ripped off the Band-Aid, so to speak, throwing the material on the floor with the rest of his clothes, hands immediately going to cover his privates. “Arms up, legs spread.” Katsuki barked, rising up to sit on the bed, feet now on the floor as he leaned forward, resting his elbow on his thigh and chin on his knuckles.

zuku whimpered, mortified but so aroused, as he complied, raising his arms up and widening his stance. ‘I’ll do whatever you tell me to Kacchan, just please don’t stop talking ohmygawd you’re so sexy.’

The blonde's tongue skated his teeth as he eyed the bright red muscle, curving up for him so prettily. 'Damn Deku, you sure know how to make a guy hot under the collar.' His eyes steeled and he cleared his throat, pushing his arousal to the side slightly. "On the floor, on your back, legs in the air and spread them.” Katsuki kept the commands flowing, to get them both used to it, and to test Izuku’s current tentative obedience. “Right hand pointer and middle finger down your throat. I want you gagging on ‘em. Get ‘em nice and wet for me, Deku.” Sliding a hand down to he belt, Katsuki unbuckled his own pants, drawing out his cock to stroke at it leisurely, feeling the rush of power burn under his skin like adrenaline.

Izuku choked over his fingers, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes as he slowly became overwhelmed by everything. His eyes where locked on the pulsing muscle between Katsuki’s muscular thighs. He stared needily at the angry red veins and bulbous head, mouth salivating over his fingers when he noticed the first bead of pre-cum escape the tip of the large cockhead. What he wouldn’t give to have his mouth wrapped snug around that instead of his fingers. Izuku whimpered pathetically, his own dick twitching in tandem with his exposed sphincter, begging for attention. Katsuki ordered Izuku to start fingering himself and Izuku almost hurt himself in his haste to comply. He practically bawled when Katsuki gave him permission to finally touch his cock; he was so grateful he actually said thank you.

Izuku’s eyes darted sporadically between Katsuki’s burning gaze and Katsuki’s large hands working over the other teen’s premium package. “Eyes up.” Green eyes shot to meet red as Izuku found himself obeying before his mind could even process the command. The teen had fallen into a type of lull, the pleasure making him heady and the teen just couldn’t seem to think straight. Glazed forest irises stared up at the object of his desire, awaiting his next command.

“Fuck, I haven’t even touched you yet, but you look so fucking wrecked.” Katsuki muttered, swallowing thickly as he took in the sight of Deku fucking himself open at Katsuki’s command. Taking a deep breath through his nose, the blond tried to get a grip, exhaling shakily. “Get over here, Deku.” He called, a shudder rippling down his spine as he watched Deku fall over himself as the other boy quickly made his way over. “You look fucking gorgeous.” He husked, grinding his teeth as he fought back the urge to attack the needy teen. Katsuki reached out and raked his fingers through Izuku’s curls, knotting the hair in a tight grip. Ruby eyes raked over the smaller teen's flushed face before yanking Izuku’s head back, drawing a sharp cry from the spit slickened lips. Katsuki devoured Izuku’s mouth, dominating his tongue and plundering the wet cavern with the desperation of a starving animal.

Izuku threw his arms up and trembling fingers fisted the material of Katsuki’s shirt; the teen was quickly losing his mind and he needed to hold onto something before his lust overtook him completely. “Kacchan.” He whimpered, begging the older teen for something, anything. ‘Kiss me more, touch me… I need you, Kacchan… I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you so much.’ Izuku moaned from deep in his chest, gasping sharply when Katsuki’s sharp incisors dug into his lower lip. "Kacchan, please." he gasped out, breathing stuttered and words strangled with heady desire.

Katsuki tore away and before he could stop himself, his sharp canines sunk deep into the soft flesh of Izuku’s neck. Izuku cried out piercingly, causing Katsuki to rear back and stare at the damage he had done. His eyes narrowed at the blood beading from the fresh wound, watching as it trickled down the smooth expanse. Worry and slight fear caused Katsuki to tense up and his eyes quickly scanned Izuku’s face, searching for fear, anger, betrayal, anything. But Izuku wasn’t even looking at Katsuki. The green haired boy had slumped over the side of the bed, panting harshly, eyes closed; white spunk dripping from his torso as his softened cock dangled between his legs, completely spent.

That all but broke Katsuki’s mind, the blond practically mauling Izuku’s mouth in another passionate kiss before mapping a trail of deep love-bites down the other student’s body. Izuku whimpered with discomfort as his cock tried to harden again, feeling oversensitive and lethargic. Izuku tried to shake off the blissful haze and focused on the feeling of Katsuki’s lips over his body, drowning in ecstasy as he registered how much better this was than any of his wet dreams. His breath hitched when Katsuki’s teeth sank into his hip, whinging softly when the blond peppered kisses to his inner thigh before biting there too. Izuku’s cock jolted back to attention, recovering quick thanks to their adolescence. The green-eyed student felt like he was going through an out of body experience, it was as if he was dreaming, and fuck did he never want to wake up.

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Izuku screamed into his palms, tears streaming down his face as his body convulsed over the sheets, jerking and twisting under Katsuki’s ministrations. He was pressed firmly against his bed head, knees that had been forced over his stomach now rested beside his shoulders, his cock curving up into his pecs as he was folded over. Katsuki’s thick fingers were buried deep into the plush of Izuku’s asscheeks, spreading them wide as he ate the boy out shamelessly. A mixture of precum and drool slickened Izuku’s insides, making the tight passage slipperier and more welcoming with every stroke of the blonde’s strong tongue. Katsuki sealed his lips around the tight ring and sucked, slurping noisily, alternating between the suction and sliding the wet muscle through those hot satiny walls. “OhgodOhgodOh god, Kacchan!“ Izuku’s toes curled and gripped the mattress desperately as his hips shot up, Katsuki’s tongue dislodging from inside him as the smaller boy’s back bowed sharply, arching high as he came with a barely surpressed cry.

Katsuki didn’t waste a beat, pulling down his boxers and lining his cock up with the twitching orifice, before just pushing through. Izuku choked on another scream, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the foreign sensation. Katsuki’s breathing laboured as he slid in inch by inch, eyes half lidded and leering down at Izuku, watching the other teen’s lips gape and quiver, the boy’s muscles trembling and flexing like living art. Badump. Badump. Badump. Katsuki felt hypnotised, unable to tear his gaze away as he watched Izuku accept him so completely. Red eyes stared as long green lashes fluttered, loose curls bouncing, splayed over the pillowcase. Badump, badump, badump. His jaw unhinged when Izuku’s lids finally opened and revealed large, sparkling, emerald orbs; they seemed to stare straight through into their lover’s soul. Katsuki felt frozen in time, watching Izuku’s fingers unlatch from his mouth and lift, both scarred arms reaching up for him. Badumpbadumpbadump. The blonde’s ruby pools glistened as he choked, suddenly feeling suffocated and full of confusion. Katsuki shuddered as he bottomed out, small tremors wracking his skin as Izuku’s warm palms slid up over his shoulders and around his neck, their chests colliding.

Izuku gasped with every touch on his sensitive skin, his entire body hyper-aware of all the new feelings invading him, inside and all over his body. Kacchan was inside and all over his body. ‘Kacchan’s thing is so… big, hot… I think I’m melting.’ Izuku moaned, delirious with pleasure. Badump. Badump. Badump. Izuku registered, passed his blissed-out fog, the feeling of hot liquid dripping down his back. “Kacchan” he breathed, neck arching back, and body slotting perfectly against his lover’s body, legs sliding up Katsuki’s hips and ass, curling over the teen’s narrow hips, locking behind the blonde’s wide back, arms crossing behind that thick neck. Blearily, Izuku peered up and gazed upon that perfect face that starred in every single one of his dreams, good or bad. Badump, badump, badump. “Kiss me, Kacchan.” Izuku husked, lips parting invitingly with the plea. Izuku’s breath hitched as his wish was granted, their chapped lips sliding together as one of Katsuki’s large, hot hands knotted through his locks. Badumpbadumpbadump. Izuku moaned into the kiss, breathing in sharply when Katsuki finally started to move, body wracking with violent shivers. “Kacchan!” Izuku cried into the salty lips, his tears spilling once more as so many emotions surged through him. His heart was overflowing with so much. “Kacchan, Kacchan!”

“Deku.” Katsuki growled, the word rumbled from deep inside his chest. “Deku.” His lips trembled for a moment before he gritted his teeth, hand sliding from Izuku’s ass to his hip. Katsuki’s hips moved slowly as he got accustomed to the tight drag of Izuku’s walls, cock twitching inside the greedy hole as Izuku fluctuated around his sensitive muscle. It was so hot inside, Katsuki wondered why he’d never done this before; now he knew what those pervs in class always harped on about. The blonde found an even pace, one that allowed him to angle deeper into Izuku’s tight heat, nailing the boy in a way that had the smaller teen screaming. Katsuki’s hand shot out and clamped on Izuku’s mouth, muffling the noise and pressing him back into the mattress. The bed was rocking violently, slamming against the wall with each hard thrust, a distinct sound that neither of them could cover up, even if they had the presence of mind to acknowledge it.

“Shut up if ya don’t wanna get us caught.” Katsuki hissed, feeling Izuku tighten around him and swearing out loud. The large teen sunk his teeth into the curve of Izuku’s neck, trying to follow his own advice. ‘Holy fuck.’ The thought was like a punch in the gut. Katsuki knew from the moment his wide cockhead breached Izuku’s clenched walls, that this was gonna be addictive. ‘Feels fucking fantastic, why would you want to stop.’ The blonde cursed his future self, knowing he was going to be insatiable, and could only hope his childhood friend would be just as needy or even more so. “Deku.” Katsuki groaned against Izuku’s skin, pumping his hips faster; he felt so close. The larger boy officially hated being a teenager; he knew that longer lasting time was the shit, but it felt so good being inside Izuku that he was gonna pop in minutes, but by now he’d staved off all he could.  “I’m gonna fill yr ass.” Katsuki snarled, hands locking on Izuku’s knees and pinning the boy down so that he could really fuck into him. “Fuck. You’re gonna be dripping me all damn day.” He swore, balls slapping and hips slamming into Izuku’s pliant ass, the plush flesh jiggling soundly.

“Yes! Kacchan Please!” With his mouth released, Izuku was free to whine and beg, fingers scrambling for purchase on Katsuki’s broad shoulders, trying to ground himself somehow. “Kacchan, oh Kacchan-so good! Kacchan I’m so-so close… it’s too much I can’t-” Izuku’s hand shot to his mouth and he wailed as he came, ass clamping down on the large intrusion. Katsuki let out a string of curses, his own orgasm hitting like a ton of bricks. The two rode out their highs together, humping desperately at each other as they climaxed, Izuku’s walls milking Katsuki for all he was worth. In that moment, Izuku swore that nothing could ever feel as amazing as orgasming together with the love of his life; feeling Katsuki’s essence surge through his body. Panting raggedly, the blonde slid out with a slick pop, his flaccid member hanging heavily, completely sated. Katsuki threw himself down beside Izuku, their chests heaving and bodies trembling as they laid out in a post-orgasmic daze.

~*~

Inko…honestly didn’t know what to do with herself. It had started up while she was still on the phone with Mitsuki. “Mitsuki-chan-” she hissed through the receiver, eyes shooting to the stairs where an ominous thumping noise was sounding. “Mitsuki-chaaaan, I think the boys are…” The over-emotional women floundered, eyes big and lost and frankly, she was freaking out.

“What!? What is it??” Mitsuki barked, narrowing her eyes as she shook the phone. Just what was going on over there. ‘I mean I have some ideas but there’s no way…’

“I… I think they’re doing it.” Inko wailed softly, whispering the last two words.

“Doing it? Doing what-!?” Mitsuki shot her eyes up to Masaru who just shot a knowing look her way. “Oh. That.” Mitsuki murmured. ‘Damnit brat, the hell are you thinking.’

“Mitsuki-chan what do I dooo??” Just yesterday Izuku had not even mentioned a crush; though admittedly Inko knew the boy was in love with Katsuki. It was a tinsy bit too obvious. “I should stop them, right?” Inko fretted; that’s what good parents did, right??

“No way! That would embarrass the crap out of them!” Mitsuki shot down, her husband nodding his agreement. “I mean, I was around their age when I first started bangin’ and kids these days are even more promiscuous. Just…” Mitsuki frowned and thought to herself. “Just come over to mine. Leave a note saying you had to leave after a phone call or someshit. They don’t need to know that we know they’ve already fu-” At Inko’s squeak, Mitsuki reworded. “-rolled in the hay.”

Inko’s hand trembled as she wrote the note, she hoped her son wouldn’t be able to spot the wobbliness of the letters. “Sh-shouldn’t we have the talk or-” Inko was so red, she had to hide her hot cheeks in her palms. “They need to be safe.” She fretted.

Mitsuki just snorted and waved it off. “Please, with the shit boys google these days, they probably know more about sex than we do.” She reassured, thanking her husband as he placed a cup of tea in front of her. “Look, just talk to him about it when he approaches you; I know there’s an extremely slim chance my bull-headed, idiot son would even talk to his father about this; but Izuku will blurt it out to you sometime, just wait for the poor boy to break. You guys have no secrets, right?”

Inko whimpered but shook her head, before realising Mitsuki couldn’t actually see her. “Y-yes.” She murmured. There was a silence on the phone… until Inko heard a loud moan echo through the house. “Ohmygosh, I’llberightover.” She blurted into the receiver, grabbing her coat and fleeing her home. ‘Please be safe, my little baby.’

~*~

Katsuki stared up at the ceiling, buck naked with a very satisfied Deku sprawled over his chest. “I-” the blonde started, hand trailing up and down Izuku’s smooth back. “-don’t think we’ll have a problem making this shit believable.” He muttered, eyes peering down to the split of Izuku’s cheeks, watching his spunk seep from the spent hole. ‘Hell, I’m starting to believe we’re actually fucking dating. I gotta snap outta it; Deku’s in love with some other fucker. I can’t get comfortable.’ Katsuki knew what he was feeling before… while he was inside Izuku. He’d been shoving it to the back of his cold, dead heart because; above all he hated everything the nerd represented. ‘I guess I’ve always had strong feelings for the shitty nerd.’ He thought, humourlessly. ‘It’s karma biting me in the ass. I admit I’m in love with Deku after he fucking confesses to loving some other fucker, what a joke.’ Katsuki wanted to scream in frustration. It wasn’t fair. Izuku chose that moment to shift above the blonde, clearly snuggling. Katsuki felt his heart speed up, and prayed Izuku wouldn’t notice. “This’ll work out great.” Katsuki lied, jaw locking and rage burning through his eyes. “Yeah, I get to stick my dick in something nice, and you get to make whoever the fuck’s got you twisted, jealous. Fuckin’ win, win.” He muttered, cold humour lacing his words.

Izuku tensed at the callous words, trying to hold back the trembling from his body and tears from his eyes. ‘That’s all I am to you huh, Kacchan? You could never want me the way I need you to…’ Izuku decided once again that: reality sucked. Izuku clenched his eyes shut as his chest ached painfully, before mentally shaking himself off. ‘I knew this already, it doesn’t change anything, I still need to make him fall for me.’ Izuku thought to himself, boosting his confidence with the knowledge that at least they were sexually compatible. Izuku propped himself up on Katsuki’s chest, having blinked the tears away and now only slightly abashed by his nudity. “Kacchan, that felt amazing.” He praised, wanting to bring back the air of comfort and ease. “I never imagined it could feel so good.” Izuku smiled brilliantly, palms smoothing over Katsuki’s pectorals and massaging those bulky shoulders. “Haha, I guess it’s true that Kacchan excels in everything.” Izuku chirped, nuzzling into the teen’s bulk. Sure, his ass hurt, but nowhere near what he thought it would, it must have been because of Katsuki’s thoroughness with the stretching. Izuku hoped he felt just as good later.

Katsuki cracked a smirk then, letting the praise inflate his too-big ego. “Yeah, I fucked you good, didn’t I Deku?” he leered, hands dragging over Izuku’s sensitive ribs before sliding down to cup the plump curve of the smaller boy’s ass. “This ass is officially mine now.” Katsuki gloated, spanking it a couple times before squeezing. Izuku moaned and booched into the possessive fingers, nodding fervently, nuzzling into the smooth muscles. The boy just loved when Katsuki got possessive, it made it so easy to believe this wasn’t a rouse; that they actually were together. In love.

“All your’s Kacchan.” Izuku whimpered out his agreement, crawling up and meshing their lips together. His hands sunk into the soft spikes, cradling Katsuki’s head as he kissed the blond, rising up on his knees to put more weight into the kiss. Izuku’s breath hitched as those large fingers slid up his waist and circled around him, hugging them together. “Kacchan.” Izuku breathed, lashes fluttering and squirming contentedly in the solid embrace.

After a few moments of just kissing and holding each other, Katsuki was the one to pull away first; he could feel himself stirring up again and he needed to put breaks on that shit or nothing useful would be done all weekend. “C’mon-” he muttered, sitting up and scooping Izuku onto his lap, clamping down on the boy’s thigh when Izuku squirmed over his semi. “-we should get some other shit sorted.” Katsuki knew that it couldn’t be all sex, they’d have to be enamoured for jealousy to work effectively. Plus, if he wooed Izuku enough, maybe the greenette would forget all about that fucking extra and fall for him instead. Katsuki grabbed his phone and tossed Izuku his, looping his arms around Izuku’s middle. “Google the most romantic PDA; I’ll google shit that can catch us out.” He muttered, plopping his head on Izuku’s shoulder. Izuku blinked but did as he was told, typing with one hand so that his free one could reach up and toy with Katsuki’s hair. The larger teen refused to admit that he leaned into the soothing touch.

Once Katsuki had read enough he clicked the lock screen on. “Alright, looks like nowhere is safe to talk about it, not at that fucking school anyway. Any planning will have to be done on weekends at yours or mine.” He muttered, lips caressing Izuku’s neck with each word. “We have to pretend to stare at each other all the fucking time; look at me and think about Katsudon or some-shit, the expression’s important.” Izuku snickered at that and pouted as he was pinched, he kissed Katsuki apologetically and they both just lost themselves in the moment, smiling into each other’s lips and sharing breaths. Katsuki caught himself first, pulling away pinching Izuku’s hip again, making the boy yelp in surprise. “We gotta talk about each other, like ‘unintentionally’ connect each other to every topic that comes up.” Katsuki frowned, that might be hardest to remember.

“I do that anyway, Kacchan.” Izuku joked, smile faltering at Katsuki’s leer. Izuku pouted but smiled when Katsuki pecked him lightly. “Well, it turns out we shouldn’t do anything too uncomfortable for other people, it should just be implied. Mostly that’s for deep kisses.” Izuku blushed and swatted Katsuki when he teased about how ‘deep’ he could get inside the greenette. “Kacchan.” Izuku reprimanded, but happily melted into the apologetic kiss, sighing happily. “Little touches are important.” Izuku hummed, dropping his phone and instead reaching down to stroke at Katsuki’s arms around his waist, Izuku’s other hand raked over Katsuki’s scalp. “These days… possessive words like ‘you’re mine’ or ‘you belong to me’ aren’t well received but it might work well for us.” The words: ‘with your personality’ were unspoken but at Katsuki’s glare, Izuku knew he wasn’t going to just let it go. Nevertheless, the smaller boy hoped Katsuki would read between the lines and stake a claim on him. Izuku would just love for the blonde to cover him in hickies, throw an arm around him maybe squeeze his ass, or even outright yell at people for possibly flirting with him; those were some scenes straight out of the teen’s fantasies.

“Fuck society, I’ll be telling every motherfucker to fuck off from my property.” Katsuki bit, emphasising his point by thrusting up against Izuku’s ass. “How the fuck was that even a question, I need to fuck ya again eh? Looks like the message didn’t get through.” He husked, rubbing his now fully erect cock against Izuku’s sticky hole before sliding in much easier. Izuku gasped and shot up straight, fingers knotting Katsuki’s hair and grabbing the stocky bicep, surprised by how much deeper this angle felt. Katsuki smirked when Izuku choked on his nickname, spearing up into the boy sharply. It wasn’t long before Izuku found himself bouncing eagerly over the velvety pole, blunt nails digging bruisingly into thick muscle. Even after they climaxed, the two couldn’t seem to stop themselves, spending the rest of the night in a tangle of limbs, soaking in sin. When they were completely spent and halfway to exhaustion-induced sleep, the teens mentally agreed that the battle against hormones would be the toughest they had faced, yet.

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Izuku woke up, encased in a strong, muscular embrace, the body behind him burning like a furnace. Katsuki had such a sure hold on the shorter boy’s body, it was akin to a death grip that sank drips of lava into Izuku’s welcoming skin. The teen pondered whether they would ever use blankets, even winter’s biting chill seemed like it would have limited impact if he were surrounded by the explosion user. In the middle of his asinine musings, he felt a wetness drip down his cheeks, and it left him feeling alien in his own body. The arm he had previously wrapped around Katsuki’s own, came up so that his hand could wipe away the thin drops trickling down his face.

‘Tears?’ Izuku thought to himself, confused. Then a slow smile upturned his trembling lips. Of course, he was crying… why wouldn’t he be? “I’m so happy.” Izuku rasped quietly into the silence of the room, previously only penetrated by his and Katsuki’s sleep-heavy breathing. Izuku retook a firm grip of the arms locked around him and folded his body around them slightly. “Oh god. I’m so happy.” Izuku openly wept into his end of the pillow he shared with Katsuki. ‘Because that’s how closely our bodies are intertwined.’ Izuku thought, heart pounding so loudly, he was afraid he was going to wake the blonde up. Izuku finally gave himself that moment, the one he needed so desperately since their conversation on the rooftop. He couldn’t stop the sob that followed, or the full body tremors that wracked his being. “It’s not a dream… I can’t believe I wasn’t dreaming.”

Katsuki woke with a mutter of ‘the fuck?’ and a squint as bleary eyes tried to detect what awoke him. Half a sleep, he only barely processed the sound of crying and the shaky form of his lover. “Oi, oi.” He grumbled, voice gruff. He turned Izuku in his arms and lined up every inch of skin between them, tucking the wet face into his thick neck. “I’ll kill the shitty nightmares so go t’sleep. G’na protect the crap outta ya, Deku.” His voice was muffled in Izuku’s curly locks. Katsuki drowsily wondered when Izuku’s hair had turned into fluffy wool and proceeded to fall asleep, face buried in the softness.

Izuku hiccupped and slowly willed his body to stop shaking, pressing a few, desperate kisses along Katsuki’s pectoral muscles. “I love you, Kacchan.” He whispered into the tanned skin, kissing it one final time before letting Katsuki’s sure words and his own, unbearable happiness lull him back to sleep. They needed the rest after all, Katsuki had said that tomorrow was going to be a big day.

~*~

Izuku was currently passed out, but Katsuki knew his rival would be up soon enough. In hindsight, perhaps the larger boy should not have fucked Izuku as many times as he did, considering they wouldn’t be able to get as many things done now, not if the green haired boy could barely move. A typical sense of satisfaction sunk into his bones and a lecherous glint entered Katsuki’s eyes, his gaze roaming Izuku’s naked skin appreciatively. The blonde licked his lips as one large hand reached down to part Izuku’s well rounded ass-cheeks, nail tracing the glistening pucker with the right of a man who felt wholly possessive of the one they coveted.

Katsuki couldn’t help but to sink a long digit inside the loosened rim, marvelling at how easily the relaxed body opened up to him. His other hand went up to caress the freckled cheeks of his flushed lover, bending down to steal a kiss while simultaneously sliding another finger inside the greenette. ‘Time to give Deku a wake-up call.’ He huffed to himself, thrusting his fingers and tongue into Izuku’s openings, fucking him open and willing the other teen to wakefulness.

Izuku gasped awake as the invading tongue robbed him of oxygen, his fingers shooting up to grip at the blonde’s broad shoulders in a desperate attempt to hold onto his sanity. Katsuki roughly tore his fingers from the slick walls and lined his engorged morning wood with Izuku’s clenching hole, allowing the tip to kiss Izuku’s rim before ramming inside. Izuku choked on a scream before crying out in pleasure, the feeling so overwhelming to his drowsy senses that he blacked out for a moment before being fucked back into reality with the power of Katsuki’s thrusts. They rocked together desperately, kiss turning sloppy and primal, full of teeth, spit and tongue, their breaths in-between, haggard. Izuku screamed piercingly as he came, back bowing sharply as Katsuki shot a thick load inside him moments after, both half delirious as they drowned in this new pleasure.

Izuku slumped back into the sheets with Katsuki falling beside him right after, both had heaving chests as they took in loud, panting gulps of air. Katsuki was the first to speak after. “Fuck, that’s gonna turn me into a morning person.” He half-joked. Izuku squinted and read his alarm clock before bursting out with laughter.

“It’s almost lunchtime, Kacchan.” He giggled, wincing slightly when his ass twinged at the movement. “My butt hurts… you’re so big Kacchan, jeez.” He mumbled, sullenly rubbing at his sore behind.

“I’d feel sorrier for you if you weren’t cumming just from getting fucked up the ass with my dick.” Katsuki pointed out, cackling when Izuku threw a pillow at him, only to yelp in pain in the next second.

“Just lay back down, nerd.” Katsuki chuckled, pushing himself off the bed to make his way to Izuku’s bathroom. He riffled in the cupboards before finding some aloe vera gel. He grabbed the dry hand towel beside the sink and soaked it, wringing the water before making his way back to Izuku. He sauntered back into the room and approached the prone form on the bed.

Izuku yelped in surprise when Katsuki’s long fingers dug into the thick meat of his thighs, flushing well passed his chest when the blonde appeared before him, kneeling down between his newly spread legs. “k-k-k-Kacchan!?” he squeaked, arms twisting back so that he could grip on to the pillow below his head, to stop himself from covering his exposed front.

Katsuki’s gaze was focused on one thing. “Damn that’s nice.” He huffed to himself, before gently wiping away at the thick globs of semen spilling from Izuku’s plundered cavern. Once a decent amount of the mess had been cleared, Katsuki coated his fingers thickly in the gel and started penetrating Izuku again, eyes shooting up to take in Izuku’s whimpering lips and needy eyes. “Fuck, that’s a nice expression, Deku.” He purred rubbing against the heated walls and prodding at the smaller boy’s prostate. Izuku arched off the bed with the jolt, spurting over himself with a surprising mini-orgasm. He whimpered pathetically and it took all the will Katsuki had to simply withdraw his fingers and close Izuku’s legs. He gazed between his own legs at ‘tch’d, cursing at the apparent problem he was having.

“Y-you can use my mouth… maybe?” Izuku muttered and looked away, only to side-eye the blonde nervously a moment later. He was surprised by his own words.

Katsuki froze, eyes widening before narrowing at Izuku’s flushed cheeks. A wolfish smirk twisted his lips. “Oh yeah? You want me to fuck yr mouth, Deku?” Katsuki leered, licking at his canines with mounting interest. All pun intended. Izuku shivered at the gleam in those ruby irises before nodding once, gaze sure… and longing. “I can definitely do that.” Katsuki’s teeth bared in aroused intent. “Get on your knees.” He commanded.

Izuku surged up automatically, scrambling off the bed and sinking to the floor, as Katsuki scooted himself to sit at the edge of the bed. Izuku craned his neck forward and Katsuki took a tight grip on his hair before pushing passed Izuku’s slack lips. Katsuki was tentative at first, ensuring he could slide his full cock through, letting out a pleased huff when his cockhead slid down Izuku’s throat with little to no resistance. When Izuku’s face was buried in his coarse pubic hair, Katsuki slowed down his breathing and set a steady pace. The blonde was blessing all the stars in the sky, he knew Deku could take it up the ass like a champ, but to naturally have no gag-reflex? Katsuki wondered if the ‘catch’ was ever gonna pop up. Cause right now, it seemed like a pretty sweet life. He shot his load down Izuku’s throat, shuddering as the hot, wet walls constricted around him as the other teen attempted to swallow around the cock lodged in his esophagus.

In the next moment, Katsuki gently slid out and picked Izuku up, taking them both to go have a shower. The wash was comforting but intimate, Izuku washing Katsuki’s body with a revering touch, while Katsuki stood still, red eyes trying to bore deep into the green-eyed boy’s soul. Katsuki watched, gaze calculating, as Izuku proceeded to scrub himself next, reaching out to soap his lover’s back. Izuku almost dropped his loofa when he was suddenly pulled flush against Katsuki, the shower water beating down on them as he was held tight. A minute later, Katsuki pulled away and left the shower, leaving Izuku feeling raw. Izuku sunk to his knees and buried his face in his hands, smile threatening to split his face in two. So happy.

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“K-Kacchan-” Izuku choked out, heart pounding as his body bounced off the door repeatedly. “Ohh~” he moaned languidly, mouth opening wider as he tried to breathe the blonde in. Katsuki’s tongue seemed to penetrate him as deeply as the thick cock was speared inside him. Izuku’s eyes fluttered and rolled up with bliss, his scarred fingers digging possessively into the lush blonde hair. The smaller teen breathed deeply through his nose, trying desperately to retain his sanity- he was sure he was trying to say something important... Oh that’s right- Katsuki chose that brief moment of clarity to thrust his hips just so and Izuku damn near passed out. ‘Fuck it.’ He thought to himself, shuddering and encircling the broad shoulders with trembling arms. “Kacchan~”

Katsuki smirked the smuggest fucking smirk anyone had ever smirked. Of course he knew what Izuku was trying to desperately, kinda pathetically, point out. They had a reservation to get to; but hey, it wouldn’t hurt to be a touch late. Katsuki dug his blunt nails into Izuku’s thick asscheeks, hissing under his breath when they sunk deep. He doubled his pace, letting the increased pitch of Izuku’s moans stroke his ego. The two finally felt themselves catapult over the cliff together and melted into the other’s embrace.

Izuku let out a soft huff of disappointment when Katsuki shifted his hips, his spent dick leaving a trail of ownership behind it. Katsuki dug into his pocket and withdrew Izuku’s buttplug-‘Kinky fucker.’ Katsuki mused to himself- before gently pushing it back inside the smaller boy. Izuku huffed again, lashes fluttering as his eyes opened blearily and stared dopily at Katsuki’s intense ruby irises. Katsuki couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and stroking the enamoured, completely satisfied expression, with wide, enraptured eyes.

The rough pads skated across his lips and Izuku nuzzled into the large palm, pressing his mouth tiredly against the skin. He kissed it gently before his lips parted and, with their eyes locked, he slid his tongue up the flesh, lapping up the nitro-glycerine imbued sweat. Katsuki’s jaw dropped with disbelief and he barely caught his nervous tick, almost blowing up the gorgeous lips that were currently his main focus. ‘Pretty sure that’s not healthy.’ He mused to himself, but hey Izuku went down on him last night so Katsuki figured it was fine.

Katsuki reached into his bag and pulled out his sport shirts, he wiped Izuku up with it before redressing the other teen and making sure he could stand. He then straightened himself out and pecked Izuku on the lips. “They’re probably used to this.” He reassured the greenette as he watched the boy come back to his senses and promptly start panicking. Katsuki wound a possessive arm around Izuku’s waist. “C’mon Deku.” He then proceeded to drag the muttering, panicking hero in training out the door. The one they just fucked against. “Can’t believe we didn’t make it passed the fucking door.” Kaatsuki muttered to himself. His eyes narrowed, irritated, as he thought back onto the events of the morning.

There was wake up sex, pre-shower head, and now, on the way out the door sex. That was, honestly, a shit ton of sex for anyone, let alone two newly non-virgin teenagers. To make matters worse, they were on their way to an appointment with a blackmarket sex store. What, you think normal people just sold kinky shit to teenagers? No. They didn’t. So, Katsuki told his mom- which for the record? Fucking gross as shit- to set up the appointment with his batshit crazy uncle. Honestly, how was his family so disgusting. Old people need to know when to stop. Katsuki paused for a second and cocked a brow, side-eyeing the little panicky green rabbit in his hold. “I’d probably still spank your ass even if we were like, ancient.” He muttered, effectively breaking Izuku from his internal troubles, drawing an incredulous veridian gaze at the blonde, ears cherry tipped.

“Wh-what?” Izuku choked out, pretty sure he heard wrong.

But Katsuki wasn’t clarifying, a new something had registered in his brain. “We need couple names, y’know that cringy bullshit.” Izuku’s mouth dropped open further before promptly clicking shut.

“But we have nicknames?” he muttered, confused.

“Not gonna cut it.” Katsuki immediately dismissed. “I’m gonna call you bunny and babe. Maybe kitten. Gotta test those out.”

“Umm…” Izuku nibbled at his lower lips in thought, unknowingly drawing Katsuki’s gaze to the glistening petal.

“You’re so lucky I know how bad a sex tape would be for our careers, or I swear to fuck I woulda thrown you down and fucking mounted you by now, broad daylight and all.” Katsuki growled darkly.

Izuku tripped and almost went flying to the floor, if not for Katsuki’s tight hold on him. “Kacchan!” he whined, pouting with annoyance. If they had sex one more time without at least an hour’s break in-between, Izuku was going to lose his mind. Happily, of course, but that was not the point. “Mmm… I’m gonna go with ‘The Big Bad Wolf’-” Izuku’s nose crinkled with humour. “Heh it suits you a lot…. Also, maybe…myeverything” he mumbled, almost inaudibly.

Katsuki froze, before his lips dragged up into a leer. “Eh? What was that? You gonna say that properly ya little shit?”

Izuku pressed his lips together before straightening up his backbone. “I said-” he faltered but shook himself out of it quickly. “You… are my everything.” Katsuki stopped walking, pulling a nervous Izuku to a stop. The green-eyed boy stared up at Katsuki’s serious expression. “That’s so you it’s disgusting.” He said, voice gruff. Katsuki turned away and quickly resumed walking, making Izuku stumble again. Izuku’s face was crestfallen as he tried to tell Katsuki he wouldn’t use it if the other teen didn’t like it. But he couldn’t even finish the sentence before Katsuki scowled and snapped back that “If you don’t use it, I swear to Kami I will bend you over Nezu’s desk during morning announcements, and have you screaming over the PA.”

The walk was thereafter riddled with tense silence and an unhealthy heaping of sexual tension. By the time they made it to the restaurant, both of them were ready to just forget the appointment and book it to the bathrooms. But, ?luckily? Katsuki spotted his uncle. The two approached the table where a grinning giant seemed to be squished up on one side of the booth. Katsuki eyed the glass cubical, noting the ultimate privacy of the design. Nothing would be heard, but the staff could still monitor and make sure that nothing untoward was happening. Smart.

“Yo.” Katsuki rose his free hand.

“Katsuki, boy, how are you!? Sit, sit, please both of you. Izuku-kun, it’s been so long, oh you both have grown!” Katsuki rolled his eyes and shot a look to Izuku before taking his seat. Izuku racked his brain for what that meant before realising the most likely course of action. Blushing brightly, Izuku slid into the booth and hooked his arms around Katsuki’s neck, sitting on the wide lap with ease. It was hard to ignore the jolly blonde, Tatsuki had always been nice to him. Tatsuki was crazy in the best ways, Izuku thought, as he regarded the older gentlemen. He was loud in a different way to Mitsuki and Katsuki; but still shameless in his own way, and extremely insightful and eccentric. If he had to die of embarrassment, he was glad it was Tatsu, cause he had been witness to plenty of the older man's less than stellar moments, so there was no real pressure here.

“Oh ho ho, training has already begun I see. And here I was thinking maybe you weren’t ready for this. Of course, knowing you I needn’t have worried, right Katsuki-kun.” His uncle laughed boisterously. “So, I guess I won’t be able to address Izuku-kun today then hmm.” Tatsuki raised an expectant brow at Izuku, only to be stared at blankly, though the nervousness was easy to read. “Kudos, he seems very obedient, Katsuki-kun. You have full access to my stock.”

Izuku relaxed slightly at that, looks like Katsuki would be able to get everything he wanted. Katsuki huffed in irritation. “You don’t talk to him. Ever.” He snapped. “You’re lucky I’m letting him look at you.” Izuku jolted at the unexpected gravel in Katsuki’s tone, the smaller boy fought back his semi, tooth and nail. Katsuki ‘tsk’d and immediately Izuku looked away from the other man and let his eyes trace the contours of the bigger boy’s face. That was one of the easiest commands. “Charge me or don’t, I don’t give a damn. I won’t need anything extreme right now anyway. We just need him fitted for a collar, we need a set for his hair colour in bunny and kitten apparel, tailored lingerie and your softest leather ball gag.” Izuku was so glad he was not looking at the Katsuki’s uncle. “Typical things we need is handcuffs, spreader bar, ankle chain and vibrators… oh. And a muzzle.” Katsuki almost forgot himself.

Tatsuki’s smile never left his face, but his eyes seemed to widen at the same rate as the smaller teen’s, which was amusing. “That’s quite a good, viable lot of materials. Haha, well I would most gladly give this to you as a gift… as long as the two of you come do a demonstration at my club… once you’re 18 of course.” Tatsuki wasn’t completely corrupt after all. Besides, if Izuku could read Katsuki’s signals with, what he knows as, not even a full day into training… then he just knew these two would be perfection in the future. Katsuki would do it practically by the book after all, yet with a natural understanding. ‘Just like his parents.’

Katsuki knew the possibility that this charade was still going in two years was next to impossible. But it would lock in another, mandatory, round with Izuku in the future; and he was completely up to that. Katsuki slid his eyes down to Izuku’s and locked gazes. “We accept.” Katsuki said, tone firm, sure. Katsuki could read complete understanding in Izuku’s attentive stare, but also another something that he couldn’t put his finger on, but it left his pants feeling a little tighter. Katsuki tore his gaze away before refocusing on his uncle. “What’s their policy on blowjobs.” He scowled.

Tatsuki blinked incomprehensibly, before barking out with laughter. “Of course, you have that much control. Remarkable.” He shook his head with wonder. “You get him down there and I’ll get it approved.” He bargained. Tatsuki knew his nephew understood this entire place was filled with glass walls, there would be little to no cover, and he knew Katsuki had to be aware that Izuku understood that too. But to get the other teen to submit regardless? That takes immense trust, and complete submission. He knew these kids from when they were practically babies, he basically watched them grow up. Exhibitionism counldn't logically, be in their nature, Izuku didn’t get off on the stares, and neither did Katsuki, this was just a power-play move, one made easy by Katsuki’s lack of shame, and the way Izuku’s mind seemed to revolve around the blonde when he was in the vicinity.

Katsuki smirked; Izuku wasn’t allowed to talk, but he was sure as fuck able to hear. So he didn’t have to do a thing. By the time that words left his uncle’s mouth, Izuku was sinking to the floor. Tatsuki laughed heartily, completely amused and left with a two-finger salute. Katsuki tipped his head back and slid his fingers in Izuku’s hair, eyes sliding shut. For a minute, Katsuki allowed Izuku to worship his cock, kissing at the bulbous head, lavishing, long, languid licks from base to tip, and lapping up the precum. After that time, Katsuki took complete control of movement, fucking Izuku’s face purposefully. Izuku felt himself melt into the feeling of Katsuki’s length sinking in and out of his throat, mind going hazy. This was the first time Izuku was aware that he was dropping into sub-space.

Katsuki noticed the faraway look in Izuku’s eyes and got concerned, before he realised exactly what it was. Katsuki allowed his motions to get gentler, but deeper before finally spurting his load down Izuku’s throat. Izuku swallowed the thick liquid and continued to stare blankly at Katsuki. The blonde had to think on his feet, this was not supposed to just happen at practically the drop of a hat. He gently lifted Izuku into his arms and held him close. “Deku… Bunny…” he muttered softly, stroking through Izuku’s hair. “We’re not at home, I need you to focus on me babe.” Katsuki littered soft kisses to the scarred shoulder. “Deku…” he whispered against the supple skin. Katsuki trailed kisses up to Izuku’s ear and sucked at the lobe for a moment, before pressing his lips right at Izuku’s ear. “Now.” He commanded.

Just like that, Izuku felt himself snap back to himself, eyes focusing on Katsuki. “Wh-” Izuku blinked in surprise when his voice didn’t come out. He looked at Katsuki, bewildered. The taller boy made the smaller stand, before he buckled himself back up and stood. Immediately Katsuki noticed his uncle staring at them in disbelief. Katsuki cursed, it figures his uncle would be able to read the situation. He also knew that the bullshit he just pulled, snapping Izuku out of sub-space and to have him completely fine, wasn’t supposed to happen. It doesn’t work like that. Katsuki drew his eyes back to Izuku, searchingly. It was impossible… unless… there was a chance but only if… Katsuki stilled, feeling a flood of memories sucker-punch him in the gut. The looks, 'lover-boys' traits, the way Izuku just offered himself up? None of that should be possible... unless Izuku had given himself to Katsuki already. Entirely. Body, mind, soul… and heart.

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They walked out of the restaurant with brisk steps, and they didn’t stop until they reached a park. Katsuki lead them both to a bench and sat Izuku down. Katsuki felt so charged right now, he was like a live wire, he just needed to explode. “Tell me about the guy.” He barked out the order, completely on edge, practically spitting the last word like venom. He scrutinised Izuku’s confusion and bared his teeth in irritation. “You said he was ‘like me’, well tell me more about him. Just imagine I want to get inside the fucker’s head or something.”

Katsuki studied the way Izuku’s eyes shifted from side-to-side, the nervous lip biting, the soft, unsure laughter. “Um, oh well he’s… he’s really cool. Um… he’s really intelligent, strong, dependable… um, a little rough around the edges? But he’s, he’s thoughtful, he’s really good at r-reading people… so I’m a little surprised he doesn’t know how I feel hahaha…”

“Yeah he’s a real idiot. Anyone can tell when someone is so fucking in love with them, when they’re willing to go through this much shit.” Katsuki’s words jolted a panicked look from Izuku’s face, and honestly, if Izuku hadn’t practically blurted it out already, that sure as hell sealed the deal. “What. Else.” He bit out.

“O-oh… well he’s… he’s really handsome… really passionate with his beliefs and uh he’s a really amazing tactician and uh, stylish, he has a really nice voice, even when he’s angry…” Izuku couldn’t even meet his fucking eyes now. “He… he’s my image of victory.” Izuku ended softly. A heavy silence hung between them, and Izuku almost suffocated in the intensity. He tried to backtrack. “Ah-there’s so much really, I feel like I’ll never run out of things that I could say that I love about y-th-them…” Izuku’s strangled laughter was disrupted by Katsuki’s angry snarl.

“You’re telling me, fucking All Might, isn’t your image of Victory, but just this dude? This damn extra that’s not even a Pro-Hero yet!?” he growled low, voice incomprehensibly threatening.

“Ah well… if I told you why, it’ll give his identity away.” Izuku smiled brightly, but it was tense with the revelation. Katsuki wasn’t idiotic enough to think Izuku believed he had the blonde fooled. No, Katsuki knew Izuku had just played right into his hands but was actually stubborn enough, and wimpy enough, to not just spit out that he was in love with Katsuki. There was only one person who could possibly, maybe, influence someone before Deku got obsessed with All Might. And that was only if that person came before All Might. And the only fucker, in Izuku’s eyes, that came before fucking All Might? Who wasn’t a Pro-Hero? Was the idiot fucking STUPID? Katsuki kind of felt stupid, honestly, and it was only adding to his mounting rage.

‘Why didn’t he say something after we slept together the first night?’ Katsuki had to figure this out before he went blurting out anything like a dufus. Although, the stupidity of thinking fucking Izuku (Deku) Midoriya, would sleep with someone when he was stupidly in love with someone else, would follow him to the damn grave. His spot of moronic thoughtlessness aside, Katsuki was going to figure this out. And Izuku would have to deal with being put under his unnerving stare of judgement until Katsuki had come to all the conclusions.

Izuku felt his fear shoot sky high with every second that passed under Katsuki’s probing stare. ‘He knows; he’s so far from stupid, he has to know. Oh my god, he’s never going to come near me again… or-or touch me, or let me touch him. I-I wont belong to him anymore, he’d never want to keep anyone this pathetic. Oh, my gawd, I need to breathe… breathe, breathe Izuku. I-um, m-maybe he’ll just put himself as an option, maybe it won’t be a complete disaster?? Oh god I’m so screwed.’

‘I didn’t think sex was a big deal, maybe he figured I’m just a horny teen, like the rest of those damn extras.’ Granted, Katsuki wasn’t exactly proud of his lack of self-control, but he had an all-ass access pass, and he wasn’t completely insane. Course he was gonna punch that library card like it was his last thesis in college. ‘Okay fine, he didn’t want to stop sexing, whatever. But that doesn’t explain why he was so obvious about it all, he had to know I’d figure it out…’ Katsuki narrowed his eyes further before they widened with shock. ‘That fucking, spineless, wimp.’ Izuku just wanted to avoid confessing, and the seemingly obvious rejection he would have to face if he blurted out the dreaded three words. Katsuki let his mouth quirk into a vicious sneer. ‘Fine. If the piece of chicken-shit wants to play it like that, I’m game.’ Katsuki backed off slightly and let his form relax deceptively.

That smile always managed to make Izuku feel conflicted. On one hand? Serious turn on. But, on the other? Pure. Terror. ‘Oh god he knows. I’m about to be kicked to the curb so hard I’ll probably skid all the way to America.’

“Geez Deku, it’s so difficult trying to figure out who this guy is. Honestly you make him sound like he’s fucking perfect.” Katsuki gave a shit eating grin, and Izuku paled even further, if possible. “I mean, sexy, smart, powerful? What, you cook this guy from one of your shitty wet dreams? Ha. The only one that mind-blowingly amazing is me.” Katsuki enjoyed the squeak he heard at that. “But it’s obviously not me. Not when I took your sorry ass to the woodshed via hell and back for years. Only a grade A masochist could get off on that… but then again, they might even want it, and I’m pretty sure you didn’t. So, I guess I’m back to square one on the ‘mystery man’.” Katsuki’s laughter was laced with pure venom, and it was like ice water straight down Izuku’s back. “Or maybe it really is me. If it is, maybe you wanna fill me in? On why the fuck and when the fuck you fell in love with me.” There was a pregnant pause in the next few beats, filled with tension and trepidation, causing Katsuki to scoff then sneer in irritation. “I fuckin thought so. Guess I’ll keep trying to figure it out then.” With that, Katsuki promptly stood up, and grabbed Izuku by the elbow, hauling him up in tow. “But, enough of the shitty analytics, eh. Let’s go practice making out in public.” His grin was Cheshire.

‘Oh good, he’s fucking with me.’ Izuku could feel years of life, slowly dwindle down in his future as Katsuki continued on his tangent. But, now that he was done, Izuku just wanted the man to rip off the band-aid. Why did Katsuki just side-step it, it was so obvious the other boy knew, why did he want Izuku to admit it? To humiliate him? Izuku almost rolled his eyes, of course part of it was humiliation, that was in Katsuki’s nature. But why was he so angry? ‘Oh shit, maybe it was because I tricked him? Was this his way of getting revenge?’ Before his thoughts could go anywhere else, Izuku felt his back hit the hard bark of a tree and he found himself being mauled by a bruising kiss. He whimpered as Katsuki’s thick thigh shoved between his legs, grinding against him brutally. His motions reflected exactly how livid he was.

Izuku let himself drown in the kisses, head tipping back when Katsuki’s lips moved to suck angry love bites into the tender flesh. The blonde withdrew for a moment and pierced Izuku with his eyes. “You know, I’m feeling kind of different about our little arrangement now, delving so deep into my own personal traits? It made me realise something. As long as I’m helping you make this ‘mystery dude’ jealous, I should get something out of it, right? Not just sex. You said yourself how fucking awesome I am, I could get it from anyone. Nah, I want more than that.” Izuku blinked up at Katsuki with no little confusion. “If this is going to continue, I’m not sharing. Until I call this off, in any sexual context, I want you to only think of and dream of only me.” Izuku’s eyes widened with shock. “I know most people would find that hard, what being in love with ‘another person’ and all, but I dunno, I just have this hunch that it won’t be that difficult for you.” Katsuki’s smirk sharpened. “So?”

Izuku wanted the floor to eat him alive. Why didn’t Katsuki just laugh at him and be done with it? He straightened his posture and met Katsuki’s eyes. “I promise.” When Katsuki just cocked a brow, Izuku gritted his teeth and continued. “I promise to only think of you when thinking in a sexual context-” he bit his lower lip, feeling more than a little embarrassed. “and, to have w-wet dreams about only you, o-or you and me…”

Katsuki barked out a sharp laugh. “Yeah, I fuckin thought so.” He practically snarled out, before diving back to seal the deal with a brutal kiss. Izuku unclenched his fingers from around Katsuki’s shirt to slide behind the bigger boy’s shirt, snaking around the broad shoulders and arching his chest up so that it could mould against his lover’s firm pectorals. They kissed like that for what felt like eons, just pouring out their frustration at the other’s stubbornness, relief at their new level of mutual understanding and the neediness of having the person they love breathing them in, with the satisfaction of moving and melding into and against each other.

Izuku’s lips trembled as they were wrenched apart by Katsuki’s wicked tongue, nose taking in desperate puffs whenever he remembered to breathe. Katsuki was kissing Izuku like he wanted to inhale the other boy’s very soul, it made Izuku quiver with how much his heart ached. If it was possible, Izuku would let Katsuki dive right under his skin so that they never had to suffer apart again. Was it insane? Maybe. But the more Izuku drowned in the heady pleasure, the less he seemed to care about semantics. He was just happy this dream wasn’t coming to an end too soon.

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Katsuki pulled them aside into a dimly lit alley, where the two started necking like any teenagers in a trashy movie. Izuku sighed with satisfaction as he melted into a gooey puddle against the brick wall. Scarred fingers trembled with emotion as they tentatively twisted into sun-spun locks, lips parting with a haggard pant as Katsuki’s savage tongue plunged and pillaged Izuku’s willing mouth. The curly haired student muttered a soft prayer of thanks when those brutal lips continued their voyage south, leaving a trail of bruising marks in their wake.

Katsuki’s ears burned at the praise, his anger receding with every moan, keen and cry of passion his crush released. Izuku was putty in his hands and he relished every moment of it now because it was clear, certain beyond all doubt that Izuku Midoriya was his. Every irritatingly soft strand of hair, every stupid freckle and every fucking scarred piece of skin belonged to Katsuki Bakugou. It was the law now; maybe it always had been. Their law; the only truth in their hearts beyond a shadow of doubt.

To the blonde’s irritation, he couldn’t deny how hard he was pressing against his childhood everything, how every inch of his skin burned to touch the other’s. Katsuki let out a snarl of grief, anger and madness. Because how the fuck did this happen to them. When had it started? Had it been since a moment ago? The moment their lips touched? Or was it the first time those tiny, trembling fingers tugged their mother’s skirt away from its tear-streaked face, just long enough for little balls of red and green to curiously meet. Katsuki cursed again and slammed his palm against the wall, bricks crumbling under his fingertips with the explosion. That, combined with their emotion laden limbs, had both teens collapsing into each other on the floor.

Izuku cried out as he was shoved back into the grimy floor, but the momentary disgust got swept away as a delicious pile of muscles, heat and Katsuki followed him down, ravaging his body. Izuku’s breath hitched as sharp canines bit junction of his hip and pelvis, a strangled yelp shamelessly ripping out of his throat. Katsuki snickered and Izuku had half a mind to knee the boy when those ruby orbs, sparkling with mirth, locked with his own and then he was just gone. Izuku’s head dropped on the concrete with a sound thump and his lids fluttered closed. The sound of his pants sliding off filled his ears and it was almost like nothing else existed.

Until unseen hands grabbed them both and they were torn away from each other. Izuku cried out and reached for Katsuki, who was snarling and had his elbow poised ready to strike. Before a wave of fire lit up their path, breaking them from their spell. Both students burned with mortification as they noticed two local heroes and the current number 1 glaring at them with blatant disapproval. Izuku’s jerk reaction was to spew out apologies and maybe punch himself in the face before the embarrassment took him anyway. But instead he just fell limp and looked Katsuki’s way. The blonde tch’d and rolled his eyes, hopping over the flaming division with ease, body used to such heated temperatures. He came to a stop beside Izuku and grabbed the other’s limp palm, their fingers lacing easily.

What came next was a good 10-minute lecture, followed by an awkward ride to the police station, where they both had to give a statement. Then there was another stern talking to by the supervising officer, warnings and penalties were dolled out, mothers were called, and chilling in separate cells. Izuku's skin crawled as he was leered at by other delinquents, and he blushed cherry red when Katsuki spewed venom until the strangers looked away. He sighed and shook his head fondly, watching with resignation as the police strapped his boyfriend -?- to one corner with quirk resistant restraints.

About one more hour of Katsuki angrily chewing at his mouth guard and Izuku peering longingly at him over his crossed arms, curled up in his own corner; and finally they were escorted out of the cell. The two were manhandled into the type of area that would be labelled interrogation room in any movie. It took a minute before another authoritative figure swept in, sitting opposite the boys.

Like a preemptive strike, before the man could even get comfortable, Katsuki barked out a venomous: “Who the fuck’re you.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku gasped, mortified. his newly cuffed hands flew to his face as he buried it in them.

Katsuki reared back Izuku’s way and the greenette paled instantly, barely daring to peek through the gaps of his fingers into the fiery pits of hell. “Shut your mouth Deku, saying shit like that was why we got caught in the first place!” he snarled, fingers smoking. The incited gaze promised punishment and Izuku whimpered with an odd mix of fear and arousal. The green-eyed boy shifted in his seat and fell silent, sporting a full body blush.

“My name is Doctor Kondo Reo, and I was asked to speak to you both to help you understand the impact of your current choices and your future as heroes in society.” The doctor had plain looking, forgettable features and Katsuki was bored already.

“Choices?” the words were spoken ominously softly. “What? Being caught with our pants down? Or you mean getting a hard on for another guy.” Those words were far less soft and the tone urged caution. The doctor was clearly trying to maintain his composure and in any other situation izuku would be scrambling to calm down the situation but the poor boy had all but died in his chair.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Well yes, it is going to affect your futures; and I don’t think either of you understand the gravity-” The man wasn’t able to get a word in edgewise after that.

Izuku felt like he was on autopilot as Katsuki cursed, yelled and exploded their way out of the station, calling the doctor and all the other ‘extras’ in the building offensive things with rapidly increasing explicitly. The greenette was yanked out of the compound by the angry boy, who was a few levels beyond livid in that moment. The green-eyed boys mind was a jumble of 'we're going to be expelled/imprisoned/just plain going to hell.'

Honestly, once they got home Izuku ignored everything, including his mom’s worrying and Katsuki’s ranting as he walked up the stairs to his room, where he plopped himself face-down on his bed. He heard his door close with a soft thud and marvelled at how, for an extremely loud person, the blond was so graceful and soundless when pensive. The bed dipped down to his left as Katsuki sat beside him. They spent a moment in silence before a giggle tickled its way out of Izuku’s throat. Then another, and another until he was laughing like a crazy person. Katsuki cocked a concerned brow before his own chuckles joined in. Soon the two found themselves gasping for breath, all anger and embarrassment forgotten as they registered how bat shit crazy their whole weekend had been.

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A couple minutes later, a concerned, but still mentally scarred Inko, peaked in on them tentatively, making sure the boys hadn’t lost their minds, before informing them she’d be taking a plane to Singapore to meet Hisashi. “I’ll be gone until about Thursday honey, there’s some meals in the fridge and money on the table. Mitsuki-chan also mentioned she wants you to eat dinner with them, so please be on your best behaviour!” With a hug from her son and a grunt from Katsuki, Inko made her way to the taxi.

“You know she left cause we’re boning right?” Katsuki never had issues with being blunt. Izuku yelped as he bit his tongue in surprise, tears prickling the corners of his eyes

“Kacc-shan.” He whined pitifully, tongue hanging out and pulsing with pain.

Katsuki sniggered and grabbed Izuku by the back of his collar, yanking the boy backwards onto the bed. The blond pounced on top of him and plunged his own slick muscle down Izuku’s throat, letting his tongue lap at Izuku’s injury. Groans of discomfort and arousal tore from the other teen’s lips.

Izuku hitched a leg over Katsuki’s waist bucking up into his rolling hips, rocking their bodies together as his fingers curled into the thick material of the blond’s shirt. Katsuki braced himself more solidly on his knees to gain leverage, thrusting harder against Izuku’s clothed dick before moving lower to dry hump the greenette’s plush ass. The bigger boy used the hand not fisting Izuku’s hair, to yank the boy’s pants down before unbuckling his own belt and sliding home.

They grunted into each other’s mouths, rutting hard and fast before cursing out their climaxes and collapsing into a pile of spent jello. Izuku huffed softly, breathing hard as Katsuki’s solid weight smothered him, working his heart even harder with emotion. “You’re so fucking sexy.” Katsuki purred, rising lithely like a jungle cat, smirking like that very feline. Izuku shuddered and kept still, feeling very like prey at the moment, vulnerable and exhilarated. “If someone woulda told me at 16 I’d be railing the little nerd I’d known since we were in fuckin diapers  I’d have probably punched them in the face with my quirk.”

Izuku pouted sullenly. “You punched people with your quirk anyway.”  Izuku felt particularly salty about that statement because he was one of those people.

“Weird, I thought I only did that to stalkers and weaklings- oh wait.” He grinned meanly down at the teen spread out underneath him. Izuku scoffed and shoved Katsuki, his body sparking green before toppling his rival and beaming down at him victoriously, straddling the blond. “Oh you wanna go, nerd?” Katsuki growled, palms sparking dangerously.

Izuku shrugged coyly, lids hooding. “Maybe…” he hummed softly to himself before his fingertips skated their way across the hard abs of his lover. “Or we could, I dunno-“ Izuku chewed on his bottom lip, gaze no longer able to meet the blond’s.

“You insatiable fuck.” Katsuki chuckled, incredulous. His thumbs worked circles into those flushed hips, digging titillatingly into the greenette’s plush ass. ”Such a slutty expression, Deku. Shit I must really turn you on hah, nerd?” His grin was so cocksure and attractive that all Izuku wanted to do was quake under Katsuki’s ministrations and kiss the other boy stupid. Katsuki groaned softly as Izuku’s expression became impossibly more debauched, tongue lolling out, breath heavy, lids low and blush at full force. “Oh yeah baby, that’s one damn good expression.” Katsuki craned his neck up to capture those plump petals in his own, devouring his lover like it was his life’s prerogative.

Izuku mewled sweetly into the kiss, pawing at Katsuki’s thick pectorals and grinding down desperately. “K-chn mph.” Izuku shuddered, pressing closer and lightly scraping Katsuki’s shoulders as he reached up. He whined petulantly as Katsuki began shoving at his head, forcing Izuku down to assist with a more pressing concern. The smaller boy easily adapted, slobbering enthusiastically over Katsuki’s exposed flesh before slurping it up and deep throating the engorged muscle.

Katsuki swore softly as he stared down at his little slave; the blond didn’t think Izuku could get any hotter. ‘If he did I’d chain him in my fucking basement to keep him away from the constant ogling. Fucking assholes think they can have what’s mine.’ Katsuki’s fingers tightened in the soft curls , hips rocking languidly, wanting to draw out the pleasure. ‘Tch as if I would though, shitty nerd wants to be a hero after all… But maybe we can try that shit out next weekend.’

As Katsuki pondered the details of setting up a cage in his dorm without arousing suspicion, Izuku was clinging desperately to his sanity in the shape of Katsuki’s feet, pawing at them. The longer his throat was fucked, the deeper into sub space he was falling. It was a drowning feeling that Izuku both wanted to sink into and shy away from. He warbled in discontent at the conflicting emotions, groaning in pleasure when Katsuki flooded his mouth with cum in response.

Swallowing thickly, Izuku let himself be drawn away, limbs heavy as if coated with phantom molasses. Katsuki considered the drunk-esque expression Izuku was sprouting, and gathered the half delirious boy into his arms. He tucked them both in for the evening and allowed a short nap. His fingers carded through green locks contemplatively, mind delving deep into their future possibilities. The rest of the night followed the same vein, both basking in their new relationship, with minimal doubts and so much pleasure. They would both enjoy exploring these new parts of themselves, together.

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Walking to school under their new circumstance was an experience. Izuku had no idea where these crazy shenanigans were going to lead them next, but he was more than content to just follow along with whatever Katsuki had planned. ‘I’m his slave, after all.’ The thought sent shivers racing up his spine, a seductive feeling.

Izuku had to smother a yelp as a heavy arm slung possessively over his shoulders. He blushed crimson and peered up at the rough blond curiously. “Mm, yeah that’s too weak.” He grunted, thinking about how chill his hold was. Nothing could have stopped Izuku’s unmanly squeak when that arm retracted, only for it to make its way down his back, the large palm landing a loud smack to his ass before gripping it firmly.

Katsuki was pretty chuffed at how much of a mute he had made the vibrant greenette so easily. Honestly, torturing the nerd this way was so much more fun than any other method he’s tried. Katsuki pondered that while simultaneously marvelling the squishyness of the decently buff male. He hadn’t expected Izuku’s cut body to have such a satisfyingly pliant derrière. ‘Wasn’t expecting the loser to be this fucking sexy either.’ Izuku’s natural sexually submissive nature was really vibing with his natural dominance.

Unsure as to how, Izuku managed to just sink into the first level of his sub space, where light humiliation and ripples of pleasure just rolled off his back, his natural reactions under a lock that only Katsuki could release. This was all just a game yesterday before the unspoken truth came tumbling out. Now, Izuku felt like he was playing for his life, and it was everything he had ever wanted and more than he could imagine.

There’s no mistaking the possessive and lustful intentions behind each touch from his fiery master. Katsuki had basically invited Izuku to be honest, to admit a truth they both now knew. That this was all a rouse, an unintentional consequence of misplaced white lies and stubborn pride. But he was literal chicken shit, throat closing up at that fateful moment

In its wake left an angry blond, sheepish greenette and an unneeded heaping of sexual tension. Izuku knew Katsuki was essentially waiting for him to crack and confess his undying love, while all Izuku wanted to do was bite the bullet; but he was terrified of losing the safety net this whole affair had provided. Regardless of how compromised it was.

And therein lay the crux of the issue. The concern that after Katsuki got what he wanted; they’d go their separate ways. Intense sexual chemistry or not, Katsuki just didn’t seem to be the relationship type, not without excuse or objective. Izuku didn’t understand why the other boy would bother with the relationship side of things when to Katsuki, Izuku was like an unlimited drinks card. There was no way in hell Izuku wasn’t going to spread his legs on his master’s command, this weekend proved it.

The only thing Izuku didn’t understand was that he wasn’t just some dime a dozen; he undervalued his worth as per usual. Katsuki hadn’t even thought of changing their dynamic now, not when it clearly worked so well. The biggest point was that, Katsuki didn’t mind dating Izuku, hell he even liked basically every aspect of it. In his eyes there was no down side, and once Izuku manned up at spilled his guts, Katsuki was planning to tell him as much.

Work wise it wouldn’t be an issue, Katsuki was pretty sure they’d break the internet on a regular once they started climbing the pro ladder. Personally, he saw no downside; his parents adored Izuku and his family, and Aunty was already familiar enough with Katsuki. Friends-wise wouldn’t be an issue for the most part, everyone would be frothing over a classroom romance for a while, aside from maybe round face, and hey there’s another perk. And personally, annoyingly enough, Katsuki owed Izuku.

Izuku had revealed a part of himself that was lying dormant and was allowing Katsuki the ability to grow in a way no one else could give him. Izuku’s needs met Katsuki’s; and their shared history, as sordid as it was rich, afforded them the luxury of unshakable trust. Not to mention, Katsuki’s libido had clearly framed a target around Izuku’s ass, it had practically drew a landing strip down the nerd’s back. Honestly, Katsuki hadn’t been turned on by much before their first kiss, and the whole rooftop debacle had basically lit a bonfire in Katsuki’s loins.

As for the mushy stuff, Katsuki was willing to admit that perhaps it had its merits too. Especially in the wake of Izuku practically melting into every touch, at every word and over any thing Katsuki did. The fiery teen never thought he could evoke that kind of positive emotions in anyone, being the way he was, he had resigned himself to struggle in any relationship he was involved in, in the future. But, Izuku made things effortless. He could be himself, wholly and free from judgment, completely secure in the fact that after this many years, the tide wasn’t going to change. Izuku loved him through all the bullshit. That meant a lot more to Katsuki than either could fathom.

Katsuki felt warm with the way Izuku melted into his side. He tilted his head, unable to help the way his nose ached to nuzzle into Izuku’s fluffy mop of curls. ‘Fuck, I’m getting soft… or hard for the wrong reasons.’ He gritted his teeth, allowing only the gentle brush against his chin. He was so gone for this nerd. Katsuki’s grip tightened, his other hand fisting in his pocket. When they finally got to the gates, the blond allowed a smirk to curl his lips; its show time.

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Before they’d even stepped one foot on school grounds, Katsuki shoved Izuku up against the gate and kissed him furiously. This garnered plenty of curious looks from students milling about the courtyard and those trickling in from the road. As the seconds went by, the couple’s make-out session got more heated, and people stopped and stared, unable to hold back from satiating their inner voyeuristic tendencies, the contagious blush painting the sea of faces, red. 

Izuku mewled as his mouth was invaded by the thick, wet muscle of Katsuki’s tongue, whimpering softly when it slid against the roof of his mouth. ‘So sexy. Kacchan’s so sexy!’ He curled his fingers into the soft material of his boyfriend’s jacket, tilting his head against the wall as Katsuki’s attentions moved south. “Ah! Kacchan!” Izuku couldn’t contain his voice when those sharp teeth bit down on his sensitive clavicle; shudders wracking his form. ‘Oh god, I’m losing my mind.’ Even knowing this, he could do nothing but melt.

The passionate blonde didn’t let his ravishing go on for too long, pulling back and tugging Izuku along behind him. Katsuki positioned the docile boy in front of him, one hand still at prime position caressing that pliant derrière, while the other laced his right fingers with Izuku’s. Teeth scraping a freckle-smattered ear, he gnawed at the lobe, murmuring heated promises that made Izuku’s toes curl in his red high-tops. Left hand clutching the shoulder of Katsuki’s blazer, Izuku faintly acknowledged it being the only thing keeping him anchored to reality. Those green-eyes were practically unseeing, allowing burning vermillion to light his path. Worrying his plump lower lip, the smaller boy whimpered as Katsuki’s words got increasingly filthy. It was admirable how they moved naturally as a unit, despite their distractions and questionable positioning. More like, it was a miracle considering how hard they were.

Katsuki could see, passed the mop of viridian curls cushioning his face; how everyone was staring, gaping really, at the spectacle they no doubt were. After all, there were plenty of heavy kisses going on with the straight couples, but there was never such a publicised gay couple in the school. Hell, it was practically unheard of. Katsuki didn’t pay the crowd too much mind, they could stare all they wanted, so long as they didn’t mouth off and break his spell on Deku.

Katsuki’s thick, middle finger started aggressively rubbing between Izuku’s asscheeks, penetrating as far as it could through the loose slacks. Fuck, he was so horny. Katsuki wanted to drag Izuku to the floor and mount him right then and there, bystanders be dammed. ‘Ugh, at this rate my zipper’s gonna snap.’ Katsuki swore internally and externally. ‘If Deku keeps trying to fuck himself on my fingers, I’m going to be what’s snapping.’ The taller boy practically snarled in relief, making the smaller of the two gasp, when they got to his locker. Katsuki blindly punched in the code before pushing Izuku in the thing and devouring his mouth, hauling him up by the ass.

Izuku squawked in an extremely undignified way at the feeling of falling, only to relax when a strong arm looped around his waist, holding him securely right up against rock hard abs. He gladly wound his legs around Katsuki’s tapered waist, hands sliding up to tangle in blond spikes. The door hid them from half the hallway, and that had apparently been deemed good enough by Katsuki, who started creeping his fingers beneath Izuku’s shirt. A heated palm skated promisingly across the greenette’s quivering belly, before the slam of a nearby locker had it retracting, Izuku squealing with surprise.

“Dude, get a roooooom.” Kaminari hollered, snickering with Sero. “And I don’t mean the classroom.” They hi-fived.

“Jeez Baku-bro, let Midoriya breathe a little, he looks like he’s gonna pass out.” Kirishima hi-fived the other blond as well, his grin all teeth.

“Eh? So what; he needs more practice breathing through his nose, anyway.” Katsuki’s smirk was filthy and it made all three boys cringe simultaneously. Izuku’s jaw dropped in indignant disbelief, face so red Katsuki was briefly concerned about blood flow for the rest of the body.

“That’s nasty man, tmi.” Sero shuddered with revulsion, leaning away from the still canoodling pair.

“You’re the dipshits that decided to come over when I was getting my mack on with this loser.” Katsuki fired back, licking Izuku’s lips in apology when he squawked unhappily.

“Can you leave room for Jesus? Dude, you guys are too much.” Kirishima shook his head, angling towards the classroom. He never imagined the standoffish blond would be the pda type. Let alone whatever the hell, god-tier level freaky the couple currently were.

“Yeah, Ei’s right, we’ll meet you in class whenever you guys manage to… untangle yourselves.” Sero waved weakly, watching with amusement as said redhead towed Kaminari behind them before he could say anything more. Sputters of ‘Ei, let go!’ followed them in.

Katsuki tch’d irritably, gnawing back on Izuku’s collar bone. “Sucks but they’re right, we don’t have much time.” He brought both hands to give Izuku’s rump one last squeeze and a firm smack, before tugging the boy along to his seat. Katsuki pulled Izuku down onto his lap, settling in to make-out until Aizawa arrived. Problem was, Izuku wasn’t exactly a quiet lover. Hell, he wasn’t a quiet anything. So even at his softest volume, anyone within a 4 chair radius would be able to hear his sighs, pants and whimpers loud and clear. “Fuck, Deku. What do I needa do, gag you?” The words chortled out alongside chuckles of mirth, thick fingers raking back the dark locks appreciatively. Katsuki dragged a hot tongue down Izuku’s cheek, making him squirm on the blond’s lap. ‘What I wouldn’t give to be balls deep right now.’ Katsuki almost groaned at the thought, subtly bucking up against his boyfriend’s bubble-butt.

“Oh my gosh, can you guys quit it!?” Jealousy had reared its ugly head, and Ochaco was visibly upset. Her cheeks were flush with anger.

Katsuki side-eyed her, while Izuku yelped at the reality check. He would have fallen back if not for the muscular arms pining him down. “Tsk. Just cause you aren’t getting any, don’t cock-block the rest of us.” He shot back, running a soothing hand up Izuku’s back. The sudden embarrassment was hitting his little nerd, hard. “Sides’ if it bothers you so much, face literally anywhere else. I’ll keep his volume down.” He grinned toothily at Izuku, who managed to snap out of his panicked muttering, and glared down at the other boy, indignation painting his expression. “Don’t fight the truth, nerd.” Izuku’s jaw dropped at the audacity.

“Yeah, I mean it’s cringy as hell but, you’re taking it harder than Mineta.” Kaminari sniggered, slapping the glaring boy upside the head. He gestured to the two love-sick teens that had once again fallen into each other, Katsuki’s teasing smile surprising their classmates as the red-eyed boy abated Izuku’s irritation with well-placed kisses. “Don’t be a hater.” Before the other blond could fend off tiny, angry fists of fury; Krishima grabbed him and slammed a hand across his mouth, smiling amicably at the crowd. Kaminari’s muffled protests sounded for a few moments until he saw some of the girls shooting daggers at him. ‘What did I do now?’

Kirishima sighed as the electro boy gave him a lost puppy dog look and gestured that he’d tell him later. “Ah just knock it off Baku-bro, Aizawa-sensei will be here in a minute anyway.” He just shrugged and his eyes pleaded for Katsuki not to be even more of a dick than usual. The blond just scoffed and rolled his eyes, but begrudgingly sent Izuku off to his seat with one last slap to the ass. Shaking his head, Kirishima breathed out a small breath of relief, dropping a disgruntled Kaminari on his butt. ‘Good talk.’

Low and behold, said teacher strutted in barely seconds after Izuku had plonked himself in his own chair unhappily; everyone raced to their seats at his arrival. The dark haired man raised a brow as he noticed the strange looks being passed around, and his eyes narrowed on the couple in question. ‘I blame you two, for this.’ Katsuki bristled at the glare, while Izuku shoved his face into his arms, hiding from the accusation. The adult in the room just sighed and continued to his seat, choosing the well-worn path: out-of-sight-out-of-mind; endeavouring to completely ignore the new development, and consequentially, the headache it wrought. He could only imagine what would happen when the two started their official careers as professional Heros. It was going to be a media circus. Shouta was tired just thinking about how the two would be troublesome even after graduation. He sighed again. ‘Please let me be dead by then. Or at least retired; at this rate I’d take anything.’