Pride Month Day 1: Confession Anniversary | BakuDeku
“I confessed first.”
“No, you didn’t.”
"I absolutely did!”
Izuku looked genuinely offended, like this was a matter of fact being violently mis-recorded in history.
Katsuki was lying on Izuku's bed, nose buried in one of his Weekly Heroes magazines.
“You mumbled something and ran off,” Katsuki said without looking. “That’s not a confession.”
“It was a confession!” Izuku insisted. “It still counted!”
"Tsk. It doesn’t count if I didn’t hear it properly.”
Izuku was about to implode. “That’s not how confessions work!”
“Yeah?" Katsuki scoffed. "And who made that rule, huh? Cause it's a fucking dumb one if it's real.”
Izuku opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again like he was trying to construct a logical argument that wouldn’t immediately fall apart under Katsuki’s glare.
“I said I liked you,” he finally mumbled. “Very clearly, actually.”
Katsuki just scoffed again. “You said it like you were apologizing to me.”
On the bed of Izuku's room, he pushed off the mattress and placed the magazine he was reading onto the All Might-themed cover.
“That’s not fair,” Izuku said, pointing at Katsuki again. “You always twist it like that.”
“I don’t twist anything,” Katsuki corrected cockily. “I just remember it correctly.”
He stood up and took two strides to where Izuku was sitting. Green-haired idiot had curled himself into a flustered ball at his desk, like shrinking would somehow make the argument disappear.
"Ugh, you're such a jerk," Izuku mumbled, burying his face into his arms. "You never let me have a first in anything we do."
Katsuki stood there for a second, looking down at him.
Izuku peeked out just slightly from his arms, still red-faced.
“…What?”
Katsuki’s brow twitched. “I don’t get what the hell you mean by that," he said flatly.
Izuku let out a small, frustrated sound into his sleeves again. “I mean exactly what I said.”
"Which, Deku, is what exactly?"
Izuku opened his mouth, then hesitated like the question suddenly required more courage than he expected.
“I-” he started, but it came out smaller than he meant.
Katsuki clicked his tongue.
Before Izuku could retreat back into his arms again, Katsuki crouched down in front of him.
Close enough that Izuku had to actually look at him.
“Kacchan-” Izuku began, but stopped when Katsuki’s hand came up.
Two fingers under his chin. Firm, with no room for argument or debate.
"You act like you hate it when I take first place."
Izuku blinked.
“…Huh?”
Katsuki didn’t let go. Didn’t look away either. “You heard me," he growled
Izuku’s face went a little red again. “That’s not- I don’t-" he stammered, then stopped. “I-I don’t hate it.”
Katsuki's brows narrowed. "Yeah? Then what is it, Nerd?"
Izuku's mouth opened like he was going to jump back into explanation, then closed—like every version of the answer he had wasn’t quite right.
Katsuki didn’t move. Didn’t rush him.
Just waited.
That alone made Izuku’s chest tighten a little more.
“…It’s not that I hate it,” he said finally, quieter. “It’s just…”
He glanced away for half a second before Katsuki’s fingers firmly, but gently guided his face back forward again.
“…It’s just that it always feels like you’re already there,” Izuku admitted. “Like you figured everything out before I even knew there was something to figure out.”
A pause. His voice dropped further.
“And I don’t know how to be okay with that sometimes.”
Silence settled between them again, but it wasn’t sharp anymore.
Katsuki clicked his tongue, but it was softer this time—less annoyed, more… restrained.
“…Idiot,” he muttered.
Izuku flinched slightly on instinct, but Katsuki didn’t release him.
“You really think that’s what this is?” Katsuki said.
Izuku frowned. “Isn’t it?”
Katsuki leaned in just a fraction closer.
“No,” he said. “It’s you thinking I’m ahead when you’re just standing in a different place.”
A beat.
“…And you’re still the only one I ever bothered turning around for,” he added, quieter, like it annoyed him to say out loud.
He finally just shook his head.
"Just come on the bed. You're pissing me off by being over here."
Izuku blinked. “I’m literally right here.”
“Yeah,” Katsuki said, like that explained everything. “And I said move.”
There wasn’t real heat in it anymore. Just that familiar edge he used when he didn’t want to sit still inside a feeling too long.
Izuku hesitated, still trying to process everything that had just been said.
“…You always do that,” he murmured.
“Do what?”
“Decide things are over before I do.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue and turned toward the bed. “Because they are.”
Izuku didn’t move right away.
That alone made Katsuki glance back over his shoulder.
Katsuki stared at the ceiling for a second like the question annoyed him on principle.
Then he huffed. “I think you’re annoying,” he said.
Izuku blinked. “That’s not-”
“But you’re not behind me,” Katsuki added.
That made Izuku's breath catch. Very rarely did Katsuki say something like that, and saying anything else would break it.
So, he didn't speak. He just.. sat down beside him.
The room felt unusually still, like even the air didn’t want to interrupt whatever this was becoming.
Katsuki exhaled through his nose.
“…You’re tense,” he muttered.
Izuku shook his head. “No I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
Before Izuku could argue, Katsuki shifted. Without warning, he grabbed the front of Izuku’s shirt and tugged him backward.
Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to tip him off balance.
“Wha- Kacchan-!”
Izuku barely had time to react before he was pulled down onto the bed.
Katsuki adjusted immediately, like this had always been the plan, rolling slightly so there was space but not distance. One arm stayed loosely hooked around Izuku like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“…You could’ve warned me,” Izuku chided quietly.
“No,” Katsuki replied.
That should’ve been the end of it.
But then, after a beat...
“…You think too loud,” Katsuki added, eyes already half-closed.
Izuku huffed. “That’s not a thing.”
“It is when it’s you.”
Izuku let out a small breath through his nose, something almost like a laugh but not quite.
“…We’re still arguing,” he murmured.
“No we’re not,” Katsuki said immediately.
A pause.
Then, softer:
“…Just shut up and stay here.”
And for once, Izuku did.
a/n: HI I AM SO LATE FOR PRIDE MONTH DAY 1, BUT I KNEW I HAD TO DO A BAKUDEKU POST FOR IT. I don't really care for ships, but I know you guys might like it. This is literally the first time I've done anything shipping-related. IT'S SO RUSTY BRO!
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku
Summary: Izuku's troublemakers change his relationship status to married, thus Katsuki has been labeled as Mrs. Deku.
w/c: 2.9k
a/n: This is just a cute little thing I thought of when writing Shades of you & me. You don't have to read that to read this, so no worries!
As always, feedback is always helpful and appreciated!
Ao3 | M.List
!Warnings!: Slightly suggestive, nothing else really :)
Despite being pretty young for a teacher, Izuku likes to think he has managed to gain the respect as an educator from his students and his co-workers. He gets along well with his former teachers and even is able to give pep talks to the newer teachers that come through.
He's decently in the middle of being experienced but not being a complete pro.
Izuku is completely fine with that. Aizawa is a pro, Izuku is a baby bird who just learned how to fly.
Still, even with a bit of a confidence boost thanks to Katsuki, Izuku makes one of the biggest mistakes a teacher could make. He left his phone in the classroom when he went to grab copies for the class.
Now class 2-A is generally respectful, if you don't count them overthrowing a guest hero when they were bored during their training camp. And especially if you don't count Hayami, Higurashi, and Kimura in every single thing they do. It seems that their favorite hobby is to purposely spite any sense of authority they come across
His kids were good, great even.
But that was wishful thinking. Izuku knew quite well that teenagers, yes, even heroes in training teenagers, are ready to take the piss out of anyone and everyone .
It happened with a simple tap on his phone screen. He never locks it, never having the need to hide anything away. Even if he did, Katsuki would find his way through the phone anyways. This simple show of trust was now used against him by his students.
By the time he found his phone and returned to the teacher's office for lunch, the chaos was already set in motion without him realizing.
It starts with the endless buzzing of his phone. They start slow but keep coming in waves as Izuku tries to speak to the other staff about a new training exercise.
“I was thinking we could have some more guest heroes- ah, I'm sorry, can you wait a second?” Izuku mumbles and reaches for his back pocket where the vibrating phone sits.
Aizawa’s face is buried in his scarf, but he nods, glancing over to his husband who had already abandoned the conversation about work. “I'll speak to Nezu about guest passes.”
“Great, thank you Aizawa sensei.”
“Not your teacher.” Aizawa grumbles the reminder before walking back to his desk to leave Izuku with the chaos phone. He feels a bit of shame, like a teenager who ignored a parent for the internet.
Shaking his head, he goes to open his phone only for Mina’s Contact to pop up. Stepping out, he swipes the answer button and puts it to his ear.
“Hi Mina, is something up?” Izuku asks, happy to hear from her but a little confused. They mostly talk over Katsuki's phone when Katsuki pawns it off the second he can’t handle her anymore.
“You didn't tell me!” Her voice blasts through the speaker, nearly taking out Izuku's ear drum. Her tone is filled with utter betrayal as Izuku stammers for a second in shock.
“I thought we were all friends Izuku! How could you do that without telling anyone? What would Katsuki say?”
“What? Mina! Calm…calm down please!” Izuku stammers, unable to clear his head at the sudden force of the anger Mina throws his way. What would Katsuki think? What does that mean?
Mina huffs on the other side of the phone. “I’m talking about you and your WIFE. When did you get married? How come I wasn't invited? What about Bakugou? You know he's in love with you right?”
“My wife?” Izuku questions with a small laugh but Mina is having none of it. It takes a solid second for him to realize she's not joking. “Mina, I don't have a wife. I'm not married. “
“Have you looked at your socials, Deku?” She asks.
Humming, he pulls the Phone from his ear. Clicking on Twitter he pulls it up and….
Fuck.
Millions of comments, news sources and everything have seen that his relationship status have changed to married. What's worse is he rarely posts anything, so the change was alerted to everyone.
Everyone.
“Mina, I'll call you back.” He mumbles, hands shaking as he clicks on one of the articles already made. Right there on the trending page in bold lettering…..
Mrs. Deku, just who is she?
There's an impending feeling of doom in his gut when he comes to the realization that people now know he's in a relationship. There's a worse feeling creeping up in his gut when he realizes he's going to have to explain to Katsuki that he is Mrs. Deku.
“All might help me.” He murmurs, holding his phone to his chest. Taking a long breath, Izuku calms his mind down using breath techniques before trying to think of a solution.
He could quickly switch them back and explain the entire thing, but Izuku knows how the media is. They'll just think he's lying to save face.
Oh god what if Katsuki sees? The thought is mortifying all on its own.
“I'll switch them back and then teach those troublemakers a lesson.” He mumbles to himself, making his way back to the 2-A classroom.
༻❁༺
Stepping towards the large classroom doors, Izuku takes a moment to collect his thoughts. He's never been quick to anger like Katsuki or fast enough to give out punishments like Aizawa.
How do you discipline students for a harmless prank? Surely, he can't let them get away with it without any fallback.
Opening the doors as confidently as possible, he walks into the 2-A class as they sit on their desks and giggle at their phones in little groups.
Scanning the room as he makes his way to the front, he eyes Hayami who's sitting on top of Kimura's desk. Kimura and Higurashi are giggling to themselves while she proudly makes eye contact with Izuku.
She's going to be the death of me , Izuku thinks as he sets his scarred hands on the podium and clears his throat. The teenagers look up, some flinching at the sight of their happy go lucky teacher not smiling.
“I'd like to inform you all that I am not married.” Izuku says shooting the troublemakers a pointed look. “And it's not acceptable to mess with other people's property, and certainly not your teachers.”
“We know you aren't married, teach. Dynamight is too lazy to put a ring on it so we sped up the process for you!” Hayami beams, which sends giggles through the class.
Kimura nods in agreement, the smirk stretched across his face. “Yeah, Mr. Midoriya, I mean technically you act like a married couple already.”
Izuku fought the embarrassment on his face, giving his students the best stern look he could muster. “Dynamight and I are very good friends, not married.”
“Don’t lie to us, teach.” Hayami interrupts, setting her feet on the desk in a way that would have given Iida a heart attack. “We may be young but we aren’t blind. You’re so down bad for him that even stupid Mr. Frost could see.”
Izuku should have a retort to that but instead his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. Groaning, he hides his face in his scarred hands as his students giggle and talk about his love life.
They aren't wrong exactly, he and Katsuki have finally made it official in their own way. It felt normal just to not make a big deal out of finally putting a name to what they were.
Still, they need to be punished for doing something they shouldn't have. What would Aizawa do? Izuku thinks to himself, before taking his hands off his face, slamming them down on the wooden podium.
“Everyone outside.” He manages to mutter, his tone deeper and sharper than it's ever been before with his students. “Now.”
The shift made the three troublemakers freeze, the other students all cautiously holding their breath. It's clear they're all thinking the same thing.
Did we push Mr. Midoriya too far?
Izuku guides them out to the training grounds where a false city stands, perfect for all sorts of training. The class gathers together, all mumbling behind his back more freaked out than they cared to admit. Izuku keeps facing forward.
I can't crack, they'll see me as a weak minded teacher, Izuku thinks as he comes to a stop, turning to face his kids with his arms crossed.
“Alright 2-A, since you want to be acting like little villains, I suppose I'll have to treat you like little villains." Izuku starts, letting his eyes scan each and every teen that stands before him.
“I'll give you three seconds. Once the time is up, I'll come for you. You get caught, extra homework, okay?” He smiles though there's nothing warm coming from it this time.
Kimura is the first to speak up, looking a tad bit nervous. “Uh, Mr. Midoriya…what do you mean come for us?”
“Exactly what I said.”
“Wait but when you do find us-”
“Three.”
“Wait! Wait!” Hayami bursts out, laughing nervously as Higurashi tugs her sleeve to make her step back with them. “It was a joke, right guys? Just a joke…”
“Two.”
“Hayami let's go.” Higurashi whispers frantically, looking between the other students who've already taken off and then their trio. “I don't think he's playing.”
Izuku stops for a moment, his face carefully blank.
“One.”
Izuku takes off in a flash, putting the trio in mock jail in under a second.
༻❁༺
“Kacchan, I'm home!” Izuku calls out with a heavy sigh as he opens the door to their apartment. Instantly he's hit with the scent of cooking pork, giving him a good idea of what Katsuki is making for dinner tonight.
He steps inside and takes his shoes off, leaving his bag and coat by the door before stumbling his way into the kitchen where Katsuki resides.
The hero doesn't get many days off, but since Katsuki and Kirishima landed the spot they wanted for their agency, Katsuki has been convinced to take at least a day a week to be off. No extra secret shifts, no trying to kill their friends for the holiday bonus hours.
Sliding into the kitchen chair, Izuku practically deflated on the table, watching Katsuki’s back as he cooked Kasudon.
“The brats give you a rough day?” Katsuki grumbles, not even having to look over to Izuku to see the state the man is in. Izuku hums, turning his head to hide his face in his folded arms.
“I guess….I think I earned a teacher point today from Aizawa though.”
“Oh?” Katsuki grins a little, finally turning to glance at Izuku's frame. “Did you finally grow a pair of balls, Izuku?”
“Don’t be a dick Kacchan.”
Katsuki doesn't look pissed at the insult, instead snickering to himself as he turns to flip the pork in the pan. “So what did Aizawa say?”
“Nothing really. Just gave me a weird thumbs up as I left for the day.” Izuku turns his head to look back at Katsuki.
He does seem more domestic lately , Izuku thinks briefly before feeling his phone vibrate again, a reminder the world is trying to learn who his wife is.
Can I even tell Katsuki? He doesn't have any media of his own , Izuku ponders as he watches Katsuki finish cooking and plating the food. Would he be mad that the world could know about them? About this life they've made for each other?
“Oi, are you even listening to me?” Katsuki huffs, reaching over to chop Izuku's head lightly. Izuku blinks, his cheeks growing red as he realizes Katsuki has been in front of him trying to tell him something.
“Ah, I'm sorry Kacchan. What was it?”
“Foods done, go wash up quickly.” He mutters, before letting out a sharp click of his tongue to go finish cleaning up the mess before eating.
“Right.”
Izuku goes to wash up quickly, worriedly checking his phone as he enters the bathroom with a fresh change of clothes. Nothing has eased up yet, the internet still losing its mind about anything Mrs. Deku related.
Now fans are going through every interaction he's had with any woman. Some poor female heroes seem to be the more popular choice, thus fan cams being made and shipping wars running rampant.
He doesn't know what's worse, the horrible theories or the stuff they're getting right about his so-called ‘wife.’ Either way, Katsuki is going to be mortified when he finds out.
“Oi Izuku, your food is getting cold! Hurry up dammit!”
Squeaking, Izuku rushes to fix his wet hair and throws some All Might pajama pants on, completely forgoing the shirt. He stumbles out of the bathroom and to the kitchen where Katsuki is waiting as patiently as the man could.
He looks like a ticking time bomb….literally.
Katsuki doesn't look impressed as Izuku clumsily sits down, face still red from the attention his students have caused. Raising a blonde brow, Katsuki watches Izuku with low red eyes.
“What the hell is going on with you?”
“It's nothing, just some…teacher things.”
“Teacher things?” Katsuki echos before looking down at his plate to take a bite. “Right.” He huffs out a bit. A normal person would think that would be the end of the conversation, but Izuku has known Katsuki way too long for that to be the case.
No, Izuku feels his soul leave his body at the pout he receives from Katsuki. Setting his chopsticks down, he gives Katsuki a warm smile. “Kacchan really, it's nothing.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Izuku.” He grumbles, stuffing pork and egg into his mouth. “I know when you're hiding something, nerd. I know when you're mad, upset, embarrassed.” Katsuki lists even with a full mouth.
Taking a second to swallow and drink some water, he turns his head to the side. “Don’t think you can hide anything from me. Not now.”
“Hah…” Izuku loses his breath and will to live. Of course Katsuki would instantly know something is up. It's a known fact that Izuku knew everything about him, but a lesser known fact is that Katsuki was just as obsessed.
It's borderline codependent, but it works for them. Izuku ignores the sudden urge to book them a couples therapy appointment.
“Obviously those brats did something.”
“They did but I handled it.”
“So you admit something did happen.” Katsuki snaps with a glare. Izuku whines in protest, looking up to the ceiling as if to question his life. “It's fine kacchan! Nothing bad hap-”
Izuku cut himself off as his phone went off again. Then again…..and again.
Both men look at the phone silently, then make eye contact with each other. It's quiet enough to hear the clock tick in the background; to hear the neighbors muffled conversation over their own dinner table.
Without warning they both shoot for the phone, but Katsuki was faster, using his quirk to give him a quick boost. “The chairs Kacchan!” Izuku gasps as Katsuki’s chair gets charred a bit.
Katsuki doesn’t care, keeping a tight grip on Izuku’s phone while opening it.
Feeling his heart beat out of his chest, Izuku watches as Katsuki reads the messages, then clicks onto every social media that's blowing up. It's silent….too silent.
“Kacchan..” Izuku says carefully, stepping closer to put a hand on Katsuki's toned arm. “Please don't be mad. They were just pulling a prank.”
“Mad?” Katsuki echos before side eyeing Izuku. He tosses the phone onto the table, using his other hand to tug Izuku closer. “Why would I be mad?” He asks slowly.
“Well…people think I have a wife now.”
Katsuki thinks about it for a moment, looking completely unbothered by the situation. “I mean yeah it pisses me off a little, but it's nothing a small correction can't fix.”
Izuku blinks dumbly for a second. “So you're not mad they're calling you my wife?”
“I’m beyond pissed that people think I'm the wife in this relationship.” Katsuki grumbles. His thumb hooks under the waist band of Izuku’s pajama pants, slowly rubbing a circle into his skin. “What about you Izuku? Need a reminder that I’m still a man?”
Izuku fights the grin on his face as he puts his palms on Katsuki's chest, lightly shoving the blonde away. “You have work tomorrow, Kacchan.” He reminds Katsuki with a shy look.
“So?”
“So don't complain in the morning that you stayed up past your bedtime.”
Katsuki doesn't give Izuku an answer. Instead, the man tugs Izuku's waist band again, pressing a heavy kiss against Izuku's lips.
༻❁༺
Later that night, around three am, Katsuki lays on his side of the bed with Izuku’s back facing him. Katsuki watches with heavy eyes as Izuku sleeps soundly after the time they've just spent together.
He takes time to look at all the evidence that he left, the bites, the hickeys, a suspicious looking Katsuki sized hand print near Izuku’s happy trail. Katsuki almost closes his eyes to join Izuku in sleep when Izuku's phone lights the room up.
Grunting, Katsuki rises from the bed, leaning over Izuku to carefully pick up the phone. It was still open on an article with the headline ‘Mrs. Deku, just who is she?’
Thinking for a long second, Katsuki grins as he lays back down, this time pressing his bare chest to Izuku's back, his arm curling around his stomach to pull him closer.
Resting his chin on Izuku's shoulder, he gives the biggest shit eating grin he can give before snapping a quick photo. Within a minute, it's posted to three platforms with a caption that reads:
I think in a Katsuki X Izuku relationship, Midoriya would be really self conscious about how he's doing in it, asking "Kacchan" all these little insecure questions that Katsuki would just brush off.
"is my hair to fluffy?"
"are my freckles ugly?"
"am I hugging you to tight?"
All these little things.
One day Katsuki just snaps, and yells at Izuku, calling him his first name and everything.
"You stupid fucking nerd! You're perfect, beautiful and strong! Don't change, I fucking love you, Izuku!!"
His words bringing a small smile and tears into Izukus eyes he had to hold back.
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Warnings: Explicit
Fic Type: Multi-Part Fic (This chapter is 2k Words)
Fandom: My Hero Acadamia
Ship: BakuDeku
Authors note: The final part of this fic (at the current moment! If people like it enough I will continue it!) I hope you all like it! Its always fun to write some smut.
Synopsis: Izuku has been roped into being Mina's designated driver while she spends her birthday at a host club. But what is Izuku to do when one of the hot hosts sets their sights on him?
Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.
He felt Bakugo begin to tilt forward, placing him gently on a massive king sized bed with soft black blankets. He unlatched his legs from around Katsukis hips, allowing the blond to crawl onto the bed above him, straddling his hips. He leant back on his haunches, his hands resting flat against Izuku's chest.
“Fuck” He murmured, his eyes scanning every inch of Izukus body. He may still be fully clothed, but with the way Katsuki was devouring him with those ruby red eyes, he might as well have been naked. He was so hard and every shift of Katsuki’s hips sent a shot of pleasure through him.
Katsuki smirked and rolled his hips down hard against Izuku, the green haired boy letting out a desperate whimper.
“Fuck I need to get you making that noise again” Katsuki groaned as he yanked Izukus shirt over his head and launched it across the room, his own shirt joining it on the floor quickly after. He smirked up the smaller boy before latching his mouth against one of his nipples, swirling his tongue against the hardening pink bud. His other hand slowly gliding down to the large bulge in Izuku’s pants, his palm gliding over it. Izuku whined again, his hips bucking softly against Katsukis hand. Katsuki continued kissing across Izuku’s chest, before trailing up to the boy's freckled neck.
“Kacchan, please” Izuku let out a shaky whimper, his hips still rolling against Katsukis palm, desperate for some friction on his leaking cock.
“What baby, what do you need?” Katsuki smiled teasingly, his hand squeezing Izuku’s bulge as the boy squirmed under him. Izuku’s green eyes looked at him pleadingly, his heart skipping a beat at the pet name. Izuku whined again, too embarrassed to beg for Katsuki like his body wanted him too.
Katsuki let out a deep chuckle as he began to trail kisses back down Izuku's chest, stopping just above the waistband of his jeans.
“Don't worry baby, I'll take care of you” Katsuki murmured as he unzipped Izuku's pants, the smaller boy raising his hips to help him slide both his pants and boxers off his legs and onto the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing.
“Deku pass me that bottle”
Izuku could feel how red his face was as he glanced around for whatever Katsuki was talking about. His eyes finally landing on a small bottle of lube on the bedside table.
Oh
Izuku grabbed the small bottle and passed it back to Katsuki. His hand disappeared from his view as he heard the cap open and some of the contents of the bottle being squeezed out. He closed his eyes, waiting for Katsuki to touch him. What he did not expect however, was for Katsuki to take the head of his cock into his warm mouth at the same time his lube-covered finger circled around his tight hole.
Izuku's hands gripped the sheets as Katsuki twisted his tongue around the head of Izuku's cock, flicking it gently against his slit. He moaned as Katsuki finally pushed his finger into Izuku, pushing it all the way down to the knuckle.
“Kacchan” Izuku exclaimed, a yelp tapering off into a moan as Katsuki took his cock slightly deeper in his mouth. The slight burn of the stretch being soothed by the pleasure shooting through his body The blond chuckled, the vibrations reverberating down Izuku's cock and making him see stars.
Katsuki took Izuku deeper, feeling the boy's cock hit the back of his throat as he slipped a second finger inside him. Izuku's hand found home in the blond's hair, gripping the spikes tightly as he thrusted up into Katsukis throat slightly.
“So impatient ‘zuku” Katsuki teased as he pulled off for a moment.
“I’ll make you a deal baby, you can fuck my mouth while I stretch you open for me, but you gotta promise me not to cum okay? You're only cumming with me inside you tonight.” Katsuki smirked, his fingers scissoring the smaller boy open as he spoke.
Izuku nodded desperately, bucking back into Katsukis fingers slightly.
“Deal”
“Good boy.” Katsuki praised as he took Izuku's cock back into his mouth, taking it until it hit the back of his throat again. Izuku started to thrust into Katsukis mouth, and in turn thrusting himself onto the three fingers Katsuki now had buried in him.
Katsukis throat felt raw and full as Izuku thrusts his cock deep down his throat. He barely even has to move his mouth or hand, the green haired boy practically prepping himself as he fucks back on the fingers in him. Katsuki twisted and prodded Izukus soft insides, until he found the small raised area that would make the boy see stars.
“Fuck- Kacchan” He screamed as he felt Katuski rub his fingers over his prostate over and over. His body twitched as he buried deep inside Katsukis throat one final time before pulling the blond off by his hair.
“Sorry I was- fuck. I was going to cum” Izuku panted as his arm fell across his face, hiding his blush.
“It's okay, you did so well” Katsuki praised as he pulled his fingers out, wiping the lube on the covers before kicking his own pants and boxers off, finally freeing his aching erection from his pants. He reopened the lube bottle and poured an obscene amount on his length, dripping a bit extra on Izuku's stretched hole for good measure (and to see the boy squirm). Katsuki crawled back up Izuku's body and cupped his face, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, reveling in how absolutely cock-drunk Izuku already looked. He rested his cock between Izuku's cheeks, propping himself on his elbows to look into Izukus eyes.
“Ready nerd?” Katsuki asked, rolling his hips slightly.
“Don’t call me ‘nerd’ when your dicks about to be inside me” Izuku giggled, his hand reaching up to cup Bakugos face. Bakugo smirked, twisting his head to kiss Izuku's palm.
“Fine, what would you prefer? Baby? Gorgeous? Slut ?” Katsuki teased, his hand reaching down to line himself up with Izuku's pleading hole.
“We’ve got all night to find out which ones are your favorite” Katsuki smirked as he pushed in, slowly, as he watched Izuku's face for any sign of discomfort. But he didn't find any, instead he watched as Izuku let out a loud whiny moan, his eyes rolling back slightly.
“There you go baby, taking me so fucking well.” Katsuki said through gritted teeth. “Fuck you didnt feel this tight around my fingers, you feel fucking amazing”.
Izuku let out a breathy whine as his fingers dug into Katsukis shoulders. He had never felt so full. He’d been with a few guys before, but nothing that had ever felt like this. Katsuki was bigger than anyone he’d ever been with, but more than that, Katsuki felt like he filled up every single space that existed inside him, like they were puzzle pieces fitting together and this was the first time he’d felt truly complete. He felt Katsukis hips push into his as the blond finally bottomed out. Katsukis hand rubbed gentle circles into Izuku's shoulders as the boy got used to the stretch.
“You okay?” Katsuki asked softly.
“Yea, just really big.” Izuku nodded, taking a few deep breaths as he worked to relax his body. Katsuki smiled down at him, soft eyes scanning the freckles on his cheeks and an even softer hand brushing stray green curls from the boy's eyes.
“I'm okay, you can move.” Izuku nodded, his hand twisting the sheets nervously. Katsuki slowly pulled back, before pushing back in. A few more of these slow thrusts and Izuku chuckled breathlessly.
“You can go faster Kacchan, I'm not going to break” He smirked with a confidence he wasn't sure he could actually follow up.
Katsuki smiled back, his red eyes glowing with hunger. He pulled back before slamming into the smaller boy.Izuku felt the air in his lungs leave him with every thrust of the blond's hips, his body rocking slightly on the bed. Katsuki leaned down and caught the boy's lips, his tongue exploring the inside of the boy's mouth as he kept up his brutal pace. His hips slammed against Izuku's skin, the sound of his thighs hitting the boy's ass filling the room. Izuku let out a whine, his eyes watering as the tip of Katsukis cock brushed over his prostate again and again.
“Kacchan, I-” Izuku whined, his head whipping back and forth against the pillow as his body quivered. Katsuki groaned in response, burying his head in the crook of the boy's neck.His hands came up to grab the green haired boy's thighs, hiking them up around his hips, the new angle causing his cock to go even deeper. Izuku couldn't speak, the only sounds escaping him were whimpers and whines as he wrapped his arms around the blond's broad shoulders. His blunt fingernails dug into his back as he clung to him. Katsuki's thrusts became erratic as he felt his orgasm nearing. He slid a hand between them and began to stroke Izuku's cock.
"Ka-" The boy tried to choke out, his voice breaking off in a choked sob.
"Come on Deku, cum for me"
That's all it took, his cock twitched in Katsukis hand, cumming on both of their chests as he moaned. His body tensing as Katsuki continued to fuck him through his orgasm, the over stimulation making him shake. Katsuki thrust once, twice more, before groaning and biting down on Izukus shoulder, his orgasm rocking through him. He thrusted lazily as he rode his high, before collapsing on top of the green haired boy. They lay there, panting and basking in the afterglow, Izuku's hands tracing random patterns along Katsukis back.
"Wow" he finally managed to say.
Katsuki snorted, his arms tightening around the other boy's torso.
"That's one way to put it" He smirked, his face buried in the crook of Izuku's neck.
Izuku chuckled, running a hand through the blond's sweaty hair.
"I can't stay here all night, I've got classes in the morning." He whispered, not really wanting to move but knowing he had to.
"You could just...not." Katsuki said, raising his head to look into Izukus eyes. "Stay the night. It's late, I'll drive you to class in the morning."
Izuku blushed, biting his lip.
"Okay" He agreed.
"Okay" Katsuki smiled, peppering the boy's face with kisses before getting up.
"Where are you going?" Izuku asked.
"Just grabbing something to clean us up with." Katsuki reassured him.
He wandered over to the door and opened it, revealing a modern looking ensuite. He returned a moment later with a damp cloth and began to wipe away the drying cum on Izuku's stomach.
"You okay? I wasn't too rough was I?"
"Mm, no." Izuku shook his head.
"Just a bit sore."
Katsuki hummed and continued to clean them up. Once they were both clean, he tossed the washcloth in the hamper and climbed back into bed. He settled his warm body back against Izukus, holding to boy to his chest and spooning him. Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsukis, reveling in the warmth and feeling the blonds breath against the back of his neck. He wanted to relax, he really did, but his mind was a mess. Was that a one night stand? Is Kacchan going to drop him off tomorrow and that will be it? Was it more? His mind raced as he clung to Katsuki, worrying that this was the last time he would get to be in his arms like this and that by morning he'd just be another notch on the bedpost.
“Nerd” Katsuki derailed his train of thought as he rubbed his thumb against Izukus arm.
“Hm?”
“Your thinking too loud, what's wrong? Wanna let me in there?” Katsuki chuckled, tapping the back of Izuku's head with the tip of his nose.
“I- hm” Izuku paused, gathering his own thoughts before speaking.
“I'm just wondering if you want to see me again after this” Izuku mumbled, practically burying his face into Katsukis arms.
Katsuki paused for a moment, before cracking up into a fit of laughter.
“Deku, did you think I just wanted you for a quick fuck? Oh God if you truly thought that then that's on me. Fucking of course I want to see you again, if it was up to me you'd be skipping class and spending all of tommorow with me” Katsuki laughed, kissing Izukus green curls as he held him tightly.
“Kacchan!”
“I'm serious!” Katsuki exclaimed, and Izuku could hear his smile in his voice. Katsuki rolled Izuku over in his arms, so they were chest to chest and face to face. Izuku laughed as Katsuki peppered kisses all over his face, as if he was trying to map every freckle that adorned his pale skin.
“Okay okay! I believe you!” Exclaimed Izuku, still giggling as Katsuki tightened his grip around Izuku's body, not allowing the boy to escape the onslaught of kisses.
“Yea?”
“Yes! I believe you! I swear” Squealed Izuku. Katsuki let out a loud sigh after planting one last kiss directly to the tip of Izuku's nose.
“Great, so no running off on me okay? I’ll take you to class tomorrow and then maybe after you let me take you out on a date, a proper one this time.” Katsuki suggested as he traced Izuku's jaw with his finger.
“I’d love that Kacchan” Izuku beamed, snuggling into the taller man's chest and letting out a small sigh of relief. He got to keep him, he got to keep Kacchan, this wasn't just some lucky break, he got a chance at calling this man his.
“Good, now sleep, i'll be here when you wake up. Goodnight nerd” Katsuki yawned, before burying his face into Izuku's curls and holding the green haired boy tightly.
“Goodnight Kacchan” Izuku smiled, letting his own eyelids drift close as he relaxed in Katsukis embrace.
Throughout middle school and their first year at UA, Kacchan kept a healthy distance from Izuku, orbiting around like a vaguely offended moon. He always took great care to not let their gravities crash together in any meaningful way. During those years, aside from fighting, every tender touch shared with Katsuki had been so laden with panic that Izuku would hardly remember the feeling of his skin over his own fear.
Older and moderately wiser now, Izuku knows that touch is not only a source of connection, pleasure or violence. It is communication. It’s everything that cannot be put into words. He thinks if touch could be translated, their prepubescent years would be some culmination of “don’t come any closer” and “I don’t understand you”.
After the war however—after Izuku’s hands were stained with Katsuki’s warm blood, blood that never did wash out—the meaning behind those touches changed. It became Izuku reaching out to ask: “are you there?”
And Katsuki steadily, and frequently, reciprocated: “I’m here”.
(Japan’s favourite Wonder Duo celebrates their fifth year as hero partners. Izuku is an oblivious, heart-struck mess and Katsuki has never been more sure of what he wants).
characters are pro heroes, post canon, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, oblivious midoriya izuku, soft bakugo katsuki, romantic tension, flirting + sparring, domestic fluff, love confessions, kissing, literal sleeping together, they love each other sm
