bkdk ficlet inspired by this gif!
Katsuki had never understood the big deal with small animals. They were just normal furry shits scaled down— how did they warrant those odd squeaky noises from every girl in the vicinity?
But, as usual, Deku had a way of making Katsuki reevaluate everything he thinks he knows about himself. Because if small animals remind people of Izuku, then… he kind-of gets it.
Unfortunately, he maybe, sort-of, really truly gets it.
Deku’s suit had seen many design adjustments, some subtle, some drastic enough to denote different eras. Most notably (at least to Katsuki, and a truckload of creeps on the internet), his brief stint with a Miruko-inspired summer costume, which had the public and most members of their own fucking agency in a sun-hot daze until their agent but their foot down and had it changed. Deku’s designers played with shaping cuts, fabrics, practicality— but they were incredibly talented, and never lost sight of the essence of Izuku’s original style.
Namely, those godforsaken fucking bunny ears. Currently flopping all over the place, cut into an oversized hood, and trying the very last threads of Katsuki’s already tumultuous supply of restraint.
He looked like a goddamn bunny rabbit. Katsuki was going insane.
It didn’t help that Izuku was years into hero work, now, and had grown with the ear flaps, sought comfort in them like a child would their favourite blanket, subconsciously safe in the familiarity.
Meaning 21-year-old Deku, off patrol and caught embarrassed or shy and still in his hero suit, blushed and hid his face under his big hood, and subsequently his bunny ears, much to the delight of onlookers. It was something of a game in their hero agency to provoke Izuku into it.
It also didn’t help that Izuku had given up insisting the flaps were All Might’s hair, and had long since leaned into the green rabbit angle, so now most of his merch had some depiction of the creature, and so did half the promotional material their agent roped him into.
(The moment he turned 21, they got him to do Playboy. Katsuki was furious, and then…. significantly less furious, later, when the photos came back. He did not have a good explanation for either reaction, at least not one he would ever be willing to admit.)
Something about the soft, thick, loose fabric of Izuku’s bunny hood hanging over his head, edges of curls and a freckled blush peeking out from the hem, made Katsuki’s hands itch. His teeth ached.
So he couldn’t help it, how he tugged on an ear like it were a braided pigtail, how he ducked down to keep eye contact with Izuku when he tugged valiantly at his hood for red-tinged cover.
Maybe Katsuki liked how these things made Izuku blush harder. Maybe the action soothed some of the ache, a balm on his palms and fingers.
But numbing treatments are always short-lived. Katsuki can practically feel fangs growing in his mouth, and knows it’s only a matter of time.
Which is how they ended up here, Izuku hiccuping whines in his lap, Katsuki’s mattress sinking under their combined weight as Izuku’s legs twitch around his waist.
Katsuki’s fingers dig into the subtle dip in Izuku’s sides, a fathomless itch scratched, press in hard so Izuku will see and remember later. Dipping purple paint into the slope of Izuku’s silhouette, handholds for future Katsuki, just beneath the hem of a t-shirt for Katsuki to slip his fingers under and press at if he wants to, just to feel the marks pulse. As he is now, hands slipped through the unzipped front of Izuku’s suit, cupping his solid, lean waist as Katsuki kisses him like they have all the time in the world.
Like they’ve been doing this for an eternity. Like Izuku isn’t squirming and breathless and whining in his lap, begging for more with words he cannot find in his kissdrunk state. Poor nerd.
Finally getting everything he wants from his Kacchan and all at once too overwhelmed to say anything about it. So Katsuki revels in it, kisses him slow, languid, savouring every bite into Izuku’s mouth until Deku calms down and learns to take what he is given.
It was the goddamn bunny hood that made him snap, go figure, but Izuku had been blushing at something he said and had decided to tug his hood down over his head with the dangly ear flaps in his fists like some kind of — anyway. Katsuki was only human.
So he’d crumpled both ears in one hand and lifted them high above Izuku’s face, not enough to choke him but enough to give him the appearance of a startled caught rabbit, eyes wide and ears straight up and wrinkling in Katsuki’s fist, the tips hanging over his knuckles.
Katsuki had looked Izuku in the eyes and told him, quite plainly, exactly what he planned to do to him if he followed him quietly back to his apartment. Izuku had gone a delicious, delirious red and nodded so quickly Katsuki might’ve worried for his neck, if he wasn’t busy basking in the triumphant pleasure of a complete and absolute win.
Izuku asked if he should change out of his suit before going. Katsuki threatened abject violence if he even thought about it.
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