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Katsuki preferred his time alone. It was harder to come by now a days what with his losers— the self proclaimed bakusqaud. His new found friendship with Deku which unfortunately included his loser squad— also self proclaimed dekusquad. Then, on top of that, a few extras in and outside of his class were always trying to hang out with him. It wasn't like middle school where everyone kissed his ass but it wasn't all that different when everyone still talked to him as if he were some kind of fucking guru or leader.
Sometimes he just wanted to be Katsuki. No hero talk, no walk down memory lane talk, no who's your best friend talks, no where-are-you-going and what-are-you-doing after this talks, no stupid boring college party sex talks. He found that parties, sex and the idea of dating wasn't an interest of his. The way everyone else talked about it like it defined this coming of age bullshit epiphany; he began to feel alone. It seemed as if everyone aside from him, and unsurprisingly Deku, had at least experienced 2nd base.
Lately life was more lax than it ever was. Even through All Mights rein. College parties and schoolwork and life in general has fallen back into a normal pace.
Sharing a dorm room with Deku mended the last of the awkward tension of their renewed friendship. Though recently they've hardly been able to see each other.
Finals were approaching, projects were due, studying sessions were ongoing.
This weekend Katsuki decided to give himself a few days off. Some space to relax and recuperate, maybe catch the nerd and convince him to watch a movie with him or something.
What he didn't expect was Izuku to burst through their door in tears.
"What's wrong nerd?" Katsuki questions, barely looking up from his murder mystery book. Izuku had always been a cry baby so it wasn't all that surprising.
"N-nothing." Izuku whimpers as he drops down face first into his All Might blanket, a few feet parallel to Katsuki's bed and lets out a soft wretched sob.
Normally Katsuki would leave it at that and ignore the nerd until he was ready to talk.
But something about the way Izuku sobbed this time, all body shaking and pathetic into his favorite hero’s blanket left Katsuki wary and uncomfortable.
"Hey what's wrong, shit nerd?" Katsuki asks while sitting up from his bed. He waited a few moments through the almost silence. After exactly 300 seconds, Katsuki walks the barely 3 feet across the empty space between their beds, to Izukus bed, dropping himself down on the mattress by Izukus right hip. "Alright, come on. Talk to me."
Placing a (semi-)gentle hand on Izuku's lower back, trying not to be as gruff as he usually is, he tries rubbing slow circles over Izuku's shirt. The material dragging along Izukus back under Katsuki’s Semi aggressive show of concern.
"I-it's nothing K-Kacchan." Izuku sobs pathetically into his pillow, desperately trying to ignore the feeling of Kacchans hot hand pressed to one of his more sensitive erogenous zones. He tries not to wiggle under the surprisingly gentle touch.
"Come on nerd. I'm not going to ask you again. I'm here. I'm listening. Speak while you have the chance."
"O-okay." Izuku mutters after a while. He turns onto his side, arms clutching tight around the All Might pillow Katsuki gave to him last year, while Katsuki's hand drops back into his own lap waiting as patiently as one with zero patience can. With a deep trembling breath Izuku asks, "Am... am I sexy Kacchan?"
Now this was something new Izuku had started doing. His unfiltered questions or statements never ceased to make Katsuki uncomfortable. He still wasn't comfortable or even outward with his feelings but Izuku had opened up like a can of worms the minute he realized he had his best friend back.
"Tch'. That's how you wanna start this shit Deku?" Katsuki scoffed glaring down at the puffy red cheeks and bright green eyes vibrant from his tears. He couldn't help checking the nerd out. He wasn't ugly. Far from actually. But he wouldn't admit that anytime soon. And it was an objective fact. Not like Katsuki ever checked the nerd out, he never cared for things like that. However he wasn't an idiot. He can tell when another person is objectively attractive, can't help but gain insight when your parents are literal fashion parasites.
"My date walked out on me. He said I was cute but not as pretty as he thought I would be." Izuku sobs again. Eyes bright red and nose wet with snot and tears. Katsuki thinks it's gross and hands Deku a box of tissue from his night stand. "And... and I've been on 5 dates and all of them basically said the same things about me!"
"Yeah well if they didn't like you they're fucking losers, Deku. You're not that ugly and yeah you can be fucking annoying but your thoughts aren't all that bad to listen to or whatever. If that loser had any respect for himself he would've given you a chance. Now shut up, stop fucking crying and watch a movie with me."
"But I'm not done. That's not even the worst of it, Kacchan!" Izuku whines sitting up to clamber onto his knees beside Katsuki. Big Viridian eyes wet and shiny and pathetic. Though, not entirely unpleasant to see.
"Then hurry up. Because I'm ready to watch this new crime documentary and I need your fucking nerd brain to analyze shit with me." Katsuki sighs standing to pull out their projector and to pull down their shades. "Hurry up. I'm listening. Fucking crybaby."
"I've never been kissed." Izuku sighs, as if what he's whining about is catastrophic. Like it's the end of eternity. Like he’s expecting Katsuki to gasp and shame him.
"Who fucking cares. Kissing is for fucking losers." Katsuki deadpans pulling the shades down. "Romance in general is a stupid fucking concept made to falsify life. Shit's not all sunshine and rainbows and sex. It's all dumb. Especially fucking kissing."
"Nuh uhn, Kacchan!"
"Did you even want to kiss those fucking extras?" Katsuki questions, sifting through his laptop for the documentary he'd found a few days before.
"Of course I-"
"Or did you want a kiss regardless of who it was from?"
"I...Oh. Well yeah I guess that's true."
"Exactly. Get over it. At least wait until you actually like someone or some stupid shit like that."
"Okay, Kacchan. Okay." Izuku sniffles curling into his blanket and waits quietly as Katsuki sets up the movie.
"Alright nerd let's get this party started!" Katsuki smirks, like the wild gremlin he was, as he jumps onto Izuku's bed, one of Izukus notebooks and pens in his hand. “Here loser, take your notes.”
"Okay, Kacchan!" Izuku cheers in turn, already feeling better with Katsuki's energy.
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"Kacchan!! Seriously! What if I go my entire life without at least one kiss? Everyone else has been kissed, well except you but you don't really care so you don't count. Even Shoto has with Sero! They make out all the time! Even Shoji and freaking Neito have been in relationships! Mineta found a girlfriend that's just as weird and perverse as him! Kacchan it's not funny!" Izuku cries out after Katsuki snorts, eyes brimming with tears again as Katsuki makes them breakfast. "I'll never have my first kiss while everyone from our class gets married and have kids and... and I'll just be this stupid.... Shitty fucking nerd.”
"Now you're swearing shitty Deku? And shut the fuck up! Only I can call you a shitty fucking nerd! Why are you even still talking about this shit? It's been weeks. Did you have another date last night or something?"
"No comment.... I just want to experience it, too, Kacchan. I feel like such a loser and I hate this. And the worst part is, do you even know how many people want to date you!? I literally hear so many people talk about how hot you are and how you're probably a sex God. And I can't even get a guy to stand me for 5 minutes!" Izuku whines, shoving his face into his lap, curling into a small egg.
"They're all extras. Couldn't care less about em." Katsuki groans, rolling his eyes. Under his breath he says, "And how the fuck is that the worst part?”
"Kacchan it's easy when you don't want to kiss anyone while everyone wants to kiss you. It's harder when you want to be kissed but no one finds you sexy or pretty or attractive. I'm just this boring bubbling nerd! And if people could look passed my stupid freckles and stupid chubby cheeks they'd realize that I'm fucking ripped under these stupid shirts and I like kinky stuff, too!" Izuku huffs out sitting up onto his knees.
"Throw it all out into the open why don't'cha." Katsuki groans, scowling as he plates their food, getting increasingly uncomfortable and irritated.
“I'm sorry, Kacchan, but I'm just so frustrated!" Izuku whispers, choking back another weak sob. "Why is getting something as simple as a kiss so damn hard? It's like everything in my life falls at my feet and I still haven't picked up the pieces from the time before. I’ll never have a normal life. With normal experiences, and relationships and love. I can’t even get a stupid kiss.”
"Alright fine! Since this is such a big fucking deal to you," Katsuki snapped and stomped over to Izuku's bed whose tears were slowly falling down his face as he tried to hold it all in.
"Kacchan what are you talking-"
“I care about consent but this is embarrassing enough as it is." Katsuki grunts before taking Izukus chin into his rough hand, yanking Izuku's face upwards as he stood over him. He briefly searched his eyes for any kind of hesitation or concern. Finding nothing but Izuku's usual curiosity, Katsuki dipped his head until his lips pressed against Izuku's, expecting rough chapped lips due to Izukus obsessive need to chew on them, but found them to be surprisingly soft.
He waits another beat for Izuku to pull away, to give some kind of reluctant gesture but again nothing came. And as soon as Katsuki initiated the first movement, Izuku automatically followed his lead with a small moan which Katsuki found he liked. A lot.
Izuku's fingers curl into Katsuki's tank top, rising a little higher on his knees to meet Katsuki's kiss with more excitement. Their lips moving in sync, partially wet with saliva, warm and soft.
He kisses Izuku for barely a minute before pulling back, chest a little heavy, hands at his sides in tight fists to keep himself from touching Izuku any further. Lips tingling.
"Kacchan." Izuku whimpers on a breathless moan. Soft and sweet and unlike any sound Katsuki had ever heard from the nerd. Scarred fingers grip tighter onto Katsuki's shirt, as if scared he was gonna pull away.
"Fuck. Fuck." Katsuki groans, rubbing a hand down his face. His own voice is deeper, lower with a harsh raspy sound. "I... shit.. was that okay?"
"Yea... yes. Yes it was." Izuku breathes, sitting back down on his knees. Eyes finally opening to stare up at Katsuki. Lids still hooded over his nearly black eyes, almost entirely eclipsed by want. "B-but um... can I have one more? Just a little longer?"
"Deku." Katsuki warns, his voice low and deadly, eyes racing over Izuku's flushed face counting his freckles. Despite his own warning he's already leaning down to comply. He wasn't yet willing to admit that he wanted it, too.
"Can we kiss for 10 minutes and I'll watch 3 documentaries with you." Izuku bargains, his chest rising and falling at a dramatic pace. Eyes shifting between Katsuki's eyes and lips. "And you can touch me, anything you want for 10 minutes. Or I can owe you a favor!"
"I don't think that's a good idea, Deku." Katsuki grunts, watching Izuku bite down on his bottom lip. Same damn nervous habit he's had for years. Though this time it makes Katsuki feel different. He doesn’t like whatever the feeling is.
"It's just a kiss right, Kacchan?" Izuku says, looking up at Katsuki with a challenge hidden poorly in his eyes. That mischievous glint sparkling like it always did when it came to tricking Katsuki.
But Katsuki isn't an idiot. He knew what Izuku was up to every single time, he just likes giving Izuku what he wants sometimes without needing to be a loser about it.
This time was no different. The way Izuku sat on his knees looking up at Katsuki with hooded eyes and blown out pupils was more than Katsuki could handle.
He wanted more. He wanted to devour Izuku in ways that he'd never thought about before. That soft moan echoes in the back of his mind like a broken record, teasing the hormones in his body. He wanted to hear it again, hear it wild and untamed and loud.
He only had ten minutes to indulge his curiosity, this weird ache in his chest that was new and unsettling.
Ontop of everything else, Bakugo Katsuki was no fucking coward.
Putting one knee onto the bed, then sliding his right hand into the wild green curls at the back of Izuku's head, tightening his fingers around the tendrils; he forces Izuku's head back until he's angled just the way Katsuki wants him. Katsuki watches, delightedly, as Izuku's eyes flutter and a soft gasp escapes his lips from the way he pulls his hair.
The way Izuku's face is flushed nearly hides the freckles spread out over his cheeks and Katsuki likes that he looks like a strawberry. Soft and sweet and ready to be eaten.
It's an animalistic feeling that had Katsuki bending down to press his lips against Izuku's partially parted ones. A soft satisfied moan vibrates against the back of Izuku's tongue, his body going slack in Katsuki's harsh grip in his hair.
Katsuki's other hand finds Izuku's hip, his hot palm tight over Izukus ‘Ground Zero’ shirt, squeezing into the soft curve of his side. Izuku gasps again, shuddering in his hold before his own hands wrap around Katsuki's neck pulling him closer.
Katsuki deepens the kiss, moving against Izuku's with eager determination and Izuku follows his lead so perfectly, so obediently, it has Katsuki reeling.
"Mmm, Kacchan," Izuku whimpers softly against Katsuki's lips, back arching as his arms curl further around Katsuki's neck bringing them closer together. He can feel Izukus strong chest against his own, and brings his other hand down to press against the arch of Izukus back. And he likes it, the tension under his skin, the tight stretch of his muscles. It’s intriguing.
Katsuki pulls Izuku's bottom lip between his and sucks hard, relishing the soft plump skin between his lips, not expecting the full body jolt and loud moan that bubbles into his mouth from Izuku's throat.
If Katsuki had been eager before, he was feral now as he pulls Izuku down to the bed by his hair, using his other hand to pull Izuku's legs out from under him. Splaying him out on the twin mattress, lips still connected, his palms growing hotter between them.
Izuku keens as Katsuki hovers over him, one of Katsuki's legs in between his while the other keeps to the floor. Katsuki's grip on his hair at the nape of Izuku's neck strengthens still, fingers tangling in wild green curls controlling every move Izuku makes. And then Katsuki hooks Izuku's right leg up onto his hip, the heat of their cores melding together making Izuku's heart stutter and his tummy fill with fire that burns wonderfully in the pit of his stomach and travels to the very tips of his fingers and toes.
He gasps again, feeling so much of Katsuki and yet, not enough of him.
"K-Kacchan, please?" Izuku whines as Katsuki slows the kiss down to a languid thing, slow and gentle. A growing smirk on his lips as he teases his tongue across Izuku's bottom lip. But Izuku doesn't dare move to deepen it, doesn't dare disrupt Katsuki's lead. He shakes and whines and whimpers and begs softly, completely at Katsuki's mercy.
"You said kisses were simple, Deku. Does this feel simple to you?" Katsuki asks, lips pressing soft kisses to the corners of Izuku's mouth, his throat rumbling with this new low husky tone that has Izuku drowning in need. Has Katsuki always sounded so... sexy? "Are you satisfied Deku? Is this what you wanted?"
"Oh my god please stop talking Kacchan," Izuku moans desperate and high, trying not to drag his growing erection against Katsuki's muscled thigh. Nobody could've ever convinced him that Katsuki's rough mean voice would arouse him so much.
“You don't like it?" Katsuki asks, teasing. He presses another kiss to Izuku's lips, pulling away just to watch the nerd chase after him with closed eyes and heavy breaths. "And don't lie to me."
"Oh my god," Izuku moans at the darkness, the raw power, of Katsuki's demand, danger sense lighting up briefly in the back of his mind. Something needy and wild twists inside of him. His brain clouded by fog and lust, that he willingly gets lost in as he breathlessly and obediently answers Katsuki as if he had no other choice but to, "I like it. I like it so much, Kacchan."
“Yeah?" Katsuki says just as breathless now, entranced by the way Izuku deflates, his body almost liquifies as he breathes out and sighs. Eyes hooded by heavy lids still can't hide the dark emeralds staring up at him in awe and submission, waiting for Katsuki's next demand. And if Katsuki thought that sex and love and kisses were stupid before, the idea is completely abandoned. Forgotten. As for the first time in his life, he gets hard from something other than fighting. From someone. Though, technically, Izuku's made him hard plenty of times before from his raw power but it was nothing sexual, nothing arousing. This was... this was different. The power and control he feels now, in this moment, is incredible, "Look at you. All mights successor. Most powerful fucking man alive, after me of course, weak from a kiss. Or is it my voice?"
Izuku nods, slow and dazed.
"Use your words, Deku." Katsuki growls, grip tight in Izuku's hair, hot fingers burning through the sweat pants where Katsuki's hand still holds.
“All of it! All of it Kacchan!" Izuku cries out, hips bucking against Katsuki's thigh, his hard length twitching from the brief satisfaction. Katsuki's hand drops from his thigh to his lower stomach to hold him down on the bed, making Izuku whimper pathetically. "Please. Please. Please. Please!"
"Fuck. Of course you'd like to be bossed around, huh? Give in completely to finally shut those stupid constant thoughts up? A little empty headed doll free to use for anyone?" Katsuki's quickly taken aback as Izuku's eyes shoot open, alert and filled with panic.
"No! N-no, only for Kacchan, I-I think I'd only like this with Kacchan!" Izuku cries out, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes making hazy green gems bright and beautifully red Katsuki finds himself aroused by that, he likes how Izuku looks when he cries. Always had though for obvious reasons this is different. "O-only Kacchan can tell me what to do."
<"Fuck, Deku." Katsuki growls, deep and low and possessive, the sound vibrating through his chest. And Izuku shudders from the sound, stomach hot with that burning fire again. "Fucking prettiest thing I've ever laid eyes on. Got that De-ku?"
"Y-yes Kacchan." Izuku whines, gently trying to twist and turn between Katsuki and his almight blanket. Desperation forcing him to seek out friction.
"And what do you get?" Katsuki baits, pressing harder against Izuku's pelvic bone, locking him firmly in place with a bruising hold but it only intensifies Izuku's lust.
"I... I'm the prettiest," Izuku moans at the realization that he truly believes it. It has him sinking back into the lustrous fog. Obsessed with the dazed and empty feeling that fills his mind. There's only Kacchan. Kacchans words, his hands, his lips, his eyes. Beautiful dangerous scarlet eyes. Glaring down at him with a look Izuku has never seen on the blond before. Something that fuels the fire in his belly and thickens the fog drifting through his head. He feels himself drifting, falling freely, entirely unafraid, "Kacchan says I'm the prettiest."
“Good boy. Good fucking boy." Katsuki grins wide and psychotic as Izuku keens at the name before moving his hands to grab Izuku's wrists that had fallen from his shoulders. He holds Izuku's arms above his head, pressing his thick scarred wrists into the blanket then ducks down to trail soft deliberate kisses along Izuku's jaw and neck.
"K-KACCHAN!" Izuku moans loud and breathless as Katsuki kisses behind his ear, and then moans again as Katsuki's tongue pulses hot and wet against his clammy skin.
"Such a sweet little nerd. Do you like this Izuku?" Katsuki sneers, his teeth nipping at the sweaty flesh of his nerd. Because let's be honest, Katsuki isn't letting him go. Ever. "Like that your Kacchan is doing this to you?"
"Ohhhh fuckk! C-cumming! Cumming cumming cumming cumming," Izuku chants desperate and violent as his body jolts against the strong boulder that's Katsuki's hands and the feeling intensifies, knowing he could easily overpower Katsuki but he doesn't want to, realizing that he'd never wanted to. "K-Kacchan! I-I.. oh my god."
"Fuck." Katsuki breathes watching the intense orgasm run its course through Izuku, watching the wet spot turn his light grey sweats dark. He finds that he likes it. He likes it more than fighting. He likes the way Izuku flails against Katsuki's hands, unable to escape or move too much. He likes the way Izuku's body vibrates and quivers and shudders. He likes the small gasping moans and quiet whimpers. He likes that Izuku's usual mouthful of words are limited to cute repetition and stuttered sounds. He likes kissing Izuku. So he does and Izuku gladly kisses back eagerly.
"Kacchan. That was... that was amazing." Izuku whispers in awe against Katsuki's lips after a while, his body nearly still aside from the occasional quiver from an amazing and unexpected orgasm. Their kiss is slow again, patient and teasing. "Kacchan's amazing."
"I know." Katsuki smirks, pulling back to stand up. His heart is racing and he feels weird. Like his entire world has been shifted. He can't look away from Izuku just yet. Pretty bright green eyes red and vibrant from crying, daze with swollen pink lips. The fact that he's wearing a ground zero shirt. The wet cum in his sweats. His usual messy curls are messier. He looks beautiful, Katsuki thinks. And that's what snaps him out of it. Forced him back into their dorm, their food cold, the smell of sex and nitroglycerin hot in the air and he looks at Izuku's wrists, shocked by the angry red hand prints.
"Shit.. fuck I'm sorry." Katsuki's barks out. Chest aching from panic as Izuku's eyes slowly come back into focus.
"Kacchan?" Izuku calls out, still breathless, still drenched in lust and it takes everything inside of Katsuki not to kiss him again. "Kacchan, come lay down with me please, I'll clean up in a minute."
"No... I- fuck. I don't think that's a good idea, Izuku." Katsuki's says and Izuku's eyes widen at the sound of his name being said again. Twice in one day is a lot.
"I wanted it. I wanted all of it Katsuki." Izuku says, firm and gentle at the same time. He can see Katsuki spiraling as he sits beside him, body still weak from the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had, though there weren't many to compare it to.
"Your wrists nerd. I fucking burned you! I fucking... I fucking hurt you."
“No. No you didn't!!! It looks bad but I know what your quirk feels like. I know more than anyone how hot your hands get when you lose control. You didn't lose control and I liked it so much!! It felt so good and I've always loved your quirk! It's my favorite, well after All mights... which I have, but anyways please listen to me! I liked it. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"That's because you're a masochistic little shit." Katsuki sighs, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "At least take off the sweatpants."
“Yes sir." Izuku giggles but listens and misses the way Katsuki tenses. He likes that too.
“Anyway. Ready for breakfast? Shits cold now.”
"Will you kiss me again?"
"Already you greedy fucking loser?"
"No... I mean like anytime you want or I want... can we kiss again?"
"Sure nerd. If it makes you shut the fuck up and... stop going on stupid useless fucking dates." Katsuki snaps.
“Oh. Oh absolutely! I have my Kacchan." He smiles big and wide and pretty.
"Yeah. Yeah you do." Katsuki smirks, ears a soft pink. "Now shut the fuck up, here's some wipes, clean up and come eat."
"Yes, Kacchan." Izuku says obediently and Katsuki likes that too. So he gives Izuku a quick rough peck before leaving a stunned Izuku so he can heat up their food.
"Kissing’s still for fucking losers, Deku." Katsuki snarls.