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Katsuki feels defeated.

Stupid Deku and his stupid—way of assuming things.

They've become a thing just recently, after years of doing God knows what. Running around in circles, it seems like, despite their feelings for each other being clear as a day.

It would still go on, probably for years; they're both too dense to take the matters into their own hands, always have been.

But, there came a time where Katsuki finally felt that it's the end, and if he isn't Izuku's, doesn't become his now, he's going to die.

It's not an exaggeration — the years of pining and yearning for one another turned Katsuki into some kind of a sensitive being, and the closer Izuku was, the more it hurt. It hurt, because he wasn't Izuku's, Izuku wouldn't have him, and it painfully felt like running out of time.

If not now, when?

There was only one emotion able to overcome Katsuki's stupidity. Fear. He was dead scared about Izuku settling down with someone else, and Izuku—fuck. He's objectively, but also unapologetically subjectively, a very fine man.

Katsuki might be delusional and hate sappy shit, but he's not blind. He sees what kind of stares Izuku gets, those gazes of other teachers that would lean on Izuku's face too fucking long for Katsuki's liking. The gazes that would shift down, to Izuku's ass, and he—he wants to destroy these people. He might be no better, but they can't... they have no right to...

Well, shit. In a way, Katsuki is truly no different. Period. He also only looks at Izuku, never doing anything about about it further. His gaze also only ever just leans on him for a tad bit too long, and then dreamily drifts away. If he doesn't get a fucking grip and say something, he will be exactly like these pathetic extras.

As the option to eavesdrop also exists and is out there, more than available for Katsuki to use, he also heard some real shitty, enraging things. Such as undeserving extras asking Izuku out way too many times, which always makes Katsuki groan in displeasure.

Izuku would always say no, as he wasn't particularly interested, but Katsuki's not dumb. There would be a time when a different answer comes. There would be a moment when Izuku meets the one and... and then, what?

The thought of Katsuki not being Izuku's the one did some violent, irreversible things to his brain, and it was over. Truly, over. 

He could no longer wait, he—it got him so terrified that, in that moment, he dropped everything he was doing and sprinted right to Izuku.

His mind turned tunnel-visioned, and the chapter of running in circles came to an end.

He finally had the courage to pour his whole heart out to the bastard, and... and this is where they are now.

Dating, but at what fucking cost.

He knows he should be happy, because this is literally what life has been about for the longest time. He finally is where he belongs, alongside the person he should only ever be with. Izuku.

Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.

It's still unbelievable, to be a part of Izuku's morning routine, to be there when he comes back home, to listen to the nerd's silly thoughts—it's the best. He loves everything Izuku chooses to show him, everything Izuku lets him have, everything that's dedicated for him. Each thing about Izuku feels special, and despite not being a sentimental bastard, he cherishes even the most silly shit.

Even so, meanwhile Katsuki is unapologetically crazy about the man, Izuku seems reserved.

Sure, he still does all the typical Deku things he can think of.

He does stay over at Katsuki's place for weeks, due to what his wardrobe suddenly turned green and silly with the amount of shirts with stupid texts Izuku had left there. It makes him snort anytime he gets ready in the morning, and it's... nice.

It's nice in a way that makes him scream out loud like a teenage girl panicking over her crush and hide his face in the pillow, it makes him get dreamy enough to reach for these shirts and get a good whiff of his boyfriend's scent, and... if Katsuki said he hadn't tried any of Izuku's buttoned shirts on while he was at work, it would be a lie.

Katsuki did have to buy more dishes so they can eat together, and Izuku brought his favorite All Might mugs to Katsuki's—which means that shit really got real. It is commitment.

He's already grown used to the way Izuku always insists on washing Katsuki's hair for him, and so during the days he doesn't stay over, he misses it more than he would ever admit.

He's already used to cooking more food for them both, and so before he realizes Izuku isn't there for the day, the meal for 'Zuku with less spice has already been made.

He even... fuck, he even makes him these bento boxes for work, full of absolutely idiotic, sappy-looking (but nurtritious) food. It's dumb, but it makes him feel somehow fulfilled when he can whip up something for Izuku to eat that looks nice. Is not only healthy, but will make the nerd smile; and so when he can make him an onigiri with a smiley face instead of leaving it bland, he does. 

He can see that Izuku's head over heels, too. He stares at him lovingly all the time, never dares to break the eye-contact first. Those sage-green eyes that are too warm for him at times, ones that look at him with kindness he used to be scared of in the past, now growing accustomed to it—they are meant for him.

Good. He only ever wants this warmth to himself, despite already running hot, despite already being an explosive, burning bastard.

Izuku still kisses him like he means it.

Most importantly, he is still the reason behind Katsuki's every smile.

But—with taking this big, yet another step in their already complex and twisted relationship, he would also think that Deku... wouldn't mind sharing it with other people, you see.

Call him dumb, but that's what he thought.

They become boyfriends, and suddenly Izuku is all giddy, sharing the news with his friends. Holding Katsuki's hand to show off—heck, squeezing the life out of his palm. Katsuki then would pretend he hates it and attempt to push his silly nerd away, but everyone and their mother would know it's the biggest lie, and Katsuki is a damn fraud.

He imagined Izuku kissing him on the cheek as they walk through a park or down the street, because that's the kind of a sap he is. He loves everything about romance, he's such a hopeless romantic it hurts, so why doesn't he do it? Katsuki's right there. 

It got Katsuki thinking: is their relationship not the fairy-tale romance Izuku might've been dreaming about? Is... fuck, is Katsuki a disappointment? Is he doing something wrong? Is his food shitty? Is he still—is he still who he used to be? It scares him. If there is a possibility that Izuku is unhappy with him, then that's the scariest thing in the whole world. 

Did Izuku get himself a boyfriend with high hopes of something Katsuki definitely isn't capable of, and now became disappointed with the realities of dating Katsuki Bakugo?

It makes him want to die. Fuck, he doesn't care about any extra's opinion, but if he does something that his, his, his Izuku dislikes, he'll never forgive himself. 

And... fuck, maybe it's stupid, but he was also sure that Izuku would perhaps set one of their cute couple photos as a lock-screen (and they have a shit ton of them). He doesn't know what he does wrong, but anytime he takes a peek at the nerd's phone, there's still... nothing, as if Katsuki wasn't a big part of his life at all.

He thought Izuku would announce it—announce them to the whole world and fucking beyond.

He's not going nuts, is he? This is the kind of shit Deku would do.

Yet, he does none of that.

He's loving, he's absolutely obsessed, he's almost fanatical about his Kacchan. But then, they leave the house, and—and Izuku turns all bland, and suddenly his hand seems kilometers away, and it uncomfortably, ever so miserably feels as if some invisible wall appeared between them.

At first, Katsuki thought that maybe Izuku is shy. They're past the age that shit used to make them shy, but let's assume. Izuku is sensitive like that, so maybe.

But it doesn't pass—it's constant, it never goes away, Izuku never reaches for his hand to hold it despite Katsuki keeping it within his reach, just in case.

Katsuki feels Izuku's fingers ghosting over his, his palm getting all sweaty due to the anticipation. He swears he can even feel some phantom, nonexistent pulling towards his boyfriend, but Izuku's scarred hand never catches his.

He never gets the courage to kiss him in public, and since when was Izuku a damn coward? He's the bravest person he knows, for God's sake.

It leaves a lot unsaid. Puts a question mark where there should be a comfortable, content dot. It gives Katsuki the message that perhaps, perhaps something is wrong.

They are official. They are, he's not stupid, they are in a recent, growing relationship that's been obvious for years, but they've been too big of an idiots to ever fully grasp it. But they've done it, they've fucking done it and they're together! This is the summary. This is their epilogue. The wait and pining are over, they should be having their happily ever after now, everyone applause and cheer. So what the fuck?

He didn't imagine this relationship; he fucking asked Deku himself.

Okay, he did assume they were boyfriends right after kissing the hell out of him, but then Izuku corrected him and he asked properly. So they are boyfriends. They did tell Inko and they did, after Izuku's nagging, tell the Old Hag. And his dad cried at the information and Izuku gave him his napkin, so... it's as serious as it gets.

It's not some damn secret, so what the hell?

And... today. Fucking today is his last straw.

So far, Izuku has only been avoiding showing that they are together.

What was different about today? Oh. During this absolutely fucked-up, cursed, the worst day ever that really pissed him the hell off, he actually actively, consciously—pushed Katsuki away.

Which stung harder than he would ever think, which made him dizzy for a second there, which almost made him ugly cry out of frustration, like he always does, because some things never change, and this is one of them.

Which made him uncomfortably, oddly realize just how big his love for the nerd is. It freaked him out, because he'd never expect he even has it in him. Him? Katsuki? To love someone this much? Fucking hell. To crave them completely, being consumed by his feelings for them so much he could just die for them here and now—

Fuck.

Today, he just... he only wanted to wrap his arms around Izuku. From behind. Like couples do, because they fucking do, right? And if they don't, he doesn't give a shit.

He wanted to wrap his arms around Izuku, because that is his nerd, and that's it. But he—moved. Awkwardly, without acknowledging shit. He had him so close, and then, suddenly Izuku was out of his reach, and it hurt.

It felt like a rejection of some sort, but once they got home, Izuku's been acting normal. Like he always does, being the affectionate sap that he truly, truly is.

It messed with his head.

And Katsuki? Katsuki didn't say shit, only observed. Not because he isn't the kind of a person to speak up, because he certainly is, but if he would... what would Izuku tell him?

How would he explain his behavior?

If—If asking the question that bugs him would mean that something horrible happens to their relationship, if Izuku backs off, if he realizes this isn't what he truly wants—fuck.

Katsuki isn't sure he would be able to handle it.

Hence, so far, he hasn't been brave enough to approach it. He stays away from the topic, not touching it with a fucking stick. If little suffering gives him what they have at home, he can... he can bear it. If he only can have Izuku when he's being some kind of a dirty, little secret, he'll take it.

He takes as much as Izuku gives him, not more and not less. Anything Izuku chooses to give him is worth more than he can put into words, it's worth every pain and each heartbreaking thought.

It's Izuku, for God's sake, it'll always be worth it, even if it kills him in the process.

"Kacchan?" Izuku mutters, breaking the uncomfortable silence that was slowly making Katsuki go crazy. He comes back from the bathroom, just like that. Unaware of the mess and chaos haunting Katsuki's mind. He smiles softly, in his silly, silk pajamas, giving him these eyes. Ones that make him fall to his knees, the sage greens of his life. His hair is still very much damp, and fuck, those curls. "What are you thinking about?"

He comes up closer and gazes at him with the prettiest expression, as if Katsuki was at least everything. His big, curious eyes only seem to grow more perceptible with each blink, reading Katsuki like he's a very investing book, despite other people straying from it.

He understands him as if nothing was more simple than that, as if he wasn't the exact book with fewer creases, less stained pages and no folded spine. The perfect, untouched one, that no one wants to deal with, refusing to read it.

With Izuku, everything feels so—easygoing.

He can be himself, and Izuku doesn't stare at him like he's an exhibit in the museum of angry freaks with issues. The nerd takes him as he is, without looking at him with these dramatic, widened, ugly-ass eyes that extras who can't handle him always give him, terrified at his obscenities.

In fact, Izuku is the one and only person in the world who can understand Katsuki's feelings. Who is deserving of him. If not Izuku, then no one.

Izuku is endgame so... he doesn't want to start unnecessary shit.

He might be a quarrelsome, hot-headed bastard, but if his short temper and dirty mouth messes with what he's managed to build with Izuku, he's going to keep his mouth sealed shut.

"Nothing, nerd," And so he chooses to lie. Katsuki hates to disappoint, but he doesn't wish to share his gloomy thoughts, "What are you thinking about?" He asks instead, ruffling Izuku's curls.

Katsuki doesn't know how they are not all tangled—Izuku's hair is fluffy like a cloud, as if you were petting a sheep. He'd expect it to be wild and unruly, yet each time he puts his fingers there (which is really fucking often), they go through the green hair so smoothly he's in awe.

Izuku leans in, eagerly, pushing his head against Katsuki's hand.

The nerd absolutely loves having his hair played with, and he's here to deliver. Not to mention that Katsuki gives the best scalp massages—not to gloat, but ones that can make Izuku Midoriya moan.

"You," Izuku flashes him a smile that's supposed to be innocent, yet is everything but. 

It's not a sweet smile, oh, don't be fooled. No. It's an invitation. It's a subtle suggestion that Izuku came up to him with certain intentions, ones that will make Katsuki's head spin and leave him blissful and euphoric.

So he smirks in response. They don't need words; the fiery gaze he throws at Izuku speaking for itself. Katsuki accepts, gladly. Bring it on now, show him what real fun is and put him in his place, he deserves no less than that.

His boyfriend gets the message, oh, obviously he does. He grins in excitement and shifts closer, plopping himself down onto the couch, right next to him; so close their thighs already brush against each other. Izuku breaks the distance between them and plants a kiss against Katsuki's hungry, waiting mouth.

Izuku starts softly, with the faintest of a peck. His plush lips merely ghost over Katsuki's, as if testing the waters, and he automatically melts into it.

He darts out his tongue to taste the nerd, placing a long lick against his lower lip, which gets a giggle out of Izuku. Katsuki snorts, too.

So what? Izuku's lips are plush and the softest, ever. They are meant to be licked and sucked. Fuck off.

"You, you, you," Izuku repeats, tone breathy and soft. One that makes Katsuki want to lay his head down in Izuku's lap, have him caressing his face and whispering the nerdiest shit while he falls asleep.

He pulls Katsuki closer, and he lets him, and he goes more than willingly. In a manner that is perhaps even too enthusiastic, almost throwing himself into the other man's embrace. Izuku holds him just as happily, hands roaming all over his back, as if he was holding him in his arms for the first time.

His breath hitches, eyelids closing shut before the next kiss even comes, so sure it will. "Always thinking about you, Kacchan."

What comes next is anything but faint. Katsuki automatically parts his mouth as soon as he feels Izuku's hot breath mingling with his, eagerly making place for the upcoming intrusion. He's ready; he doesn't want chaste, half-assed kisses no more. He wants the real thing.

Izuku licks into his mouth with vigor that cannot be faked, silencing Katsuki's inner monologue, the thoughts that have been haunting him until now quietening down.

He holds him by the waist now, rubbing circles at his sides with his thumbs, humming into the kiss.

It makes Katsuki sigh with pleasure, and he spreads his thighs for Izuku to get comfortable there, instead of sitting next to him awkwardly. The other man does so right away, towering over him with force that makes Katsuki sink in the backrest of the sofa.

Izuku doesn't even break the kiss while he's at it, and so Katsuki kisses Izuku back with just as much eagerness, making sure to repay each movement of his mouth with thrice the amount. He tugs at the nerd's hair with strength that makes him groan deliciously, and so he pushes Katsuki with more force, too, pressing against him.

He can't move; his body digs into the sofa from behind, Izuku presses into him from the front, and he's in a sandwiched fucking paradise. There's so little space, his movement restrained, and if he doesn't love it like crazy.

Izuku deepens the kiss to the point it's just lips on lips without having much left to do; his tongue is almost throat-deep inside Katsuki's mouth and they just stupidly attempt to move their jaws, but there's not much success anymore.

It's one of those kisses that you see in movies, where the actors just idiotically jump at each other and devour each other's faces thinking it would be hot but it's not, and it makes the viewers wince in disgust. 

Does he care? Not at all. Sometimes, life is about having this beautiful nerd penetrate your mouth with his tongue until his saliva drips down your chin, and sometimes is now.

He loves the wet sounds. The more obscene, the better. He hasn't been waiting for the nerd's lips for years just for them to kiss like other people do, fuck no. If they do it, it has to get nasty, it has to be theirs, it has to be so deep he gets drunk on Izuku, so close they almost melt into each other.

It has to be deep enough for Deku to not be able to take it anymore, it has to become too much, so that he starts groping Katsuki all over, unsure of what else to do with his hands, squeezing and kneading his poor ass until he mewls. Yeah. Izuku needs to lose control, he wants his body disrespected.

He's greedy like that. He wants Izuku the closest he can, the most of him he can have.

The more he can make Izuku hum and groan, the more fulfilled he feels, as if having an effect on his boyfriend was his life purpose.

If there is a reaction he can get out of Izuku, he will. He'll map out his whole body, count his every freckle, remember his every sound—all Izuku is capable of, he will have. He will cause.

Katsuki dares to open his eyes; it's the one creepy shit he unapologetically loves to do, just because Izuku looks the prettiest up close, and he has no idea who even came up with the kissing savoir-vivre or whatever in the first place.

He can open his eyes during, it's not fucking forbidden, excuse him for wanting to look at the nerd's freckles, Jesus Christ.

Whoever was the first person to say it was weird to stare at your lover while kissing must've been fucking nuts, absolutely miserable, and kissing someone straight up hideous.

Whoever came up with the idea has certainly never seen Izuku.

Izuku's eyes are closed; not closed shut, but gently, his eyelashes fluttering from time to time. He knows Katsuki is watching him, he always does—he certainly doesn't mind, and Katsuki could swear the nerd even puts on a show for him, once he realizes that Katsuki is a pervert who stares.

Izuku is beautiful, he can't help it.

Especially once he's really focused on making Katsuki feel good, when he pours into the kiss his all, and it causes his nose to scrunch stupidly, because it is apparently that serious for him. It's Katsuki's favorite. He eyes up these rosy cheeks with a fond gaze and scans his freckles, and it's enough to make him feel even hotter than he already does.

It triggers some kind of a cute aggression he didn't know he had inside him, and so he grunts harshly and tightens the wrap around Izuku's neck. They need to be closer, the closest, his 'Zuku is so damn cute he just cannot bear it, he needs—fuck.

As Izuku can certainly feel it, he softly snorts into the kiss, in a way that tells Katsuki he's being impossible. His boyfriend also tightens the way he holds him, squeezing his back and pulling them flush in a way that has Katsuki arch his back and moan in satisfaction. It causes him to grin into the kiss, which softly breaks it, and they finally get to take a much needed breather.

"Mm, fuck," Katsuki murmurs, already needy again, "Feels so good. Kiss me again."

"In a moment, Kacchan," Izuku is still very much out of breath, throwing him this angelic, angelic smile as his hands reach lower. Low. Well, very low.

Katsuki won't admit how embarrassingly he bucks his hips against nothing the moment he feels Izuku's scarred palms toying with his zipper.

He simply will not admit it, as if it never happened, as if it didn't cause Izuku to giggle and kiss his cheek in amusement.

"Down, boy!" Izuku laughs, placing a calming hand against his lower stomach, pushing him back again and undoing his belt, "Aww, so eager, huh?"

"Not a dog," Katsuki groans, because—fuck. How does one have Katsuki Bakugo wrapped around their finger so easily? How could he let it happen?

Izuku ignores him, only to lean in and half-whisper, "Now up. Gotta take these off, you know," He tugs at Katsuki's unzipped jeans, at what he scoffs. Why the fuck pushing him down when he has to lift his hips, anyways? Izuku is such a fucking tease.

But he does as he's told, with a soft grunt. Moments after left only in his grey boxers and the black tank top he always wears at home.

"Someone's really obedient today," Izuku smiles, which makes his cheeks burn. The mere smile, causing him to have such a strong reaction—he is fucking pathetic, and now also blushing. Great. Now there are these red, irregular spots adorning his cheeks and making his feelings very obvious, "Good Kacchan!"

He's always been a heavy blusher, and Izuku loves to be the reason behind it, but it's starting to become too much. Izuku is merciless, overusing it beyond extent.

"Your turn, nerd," He huffs, pretending not to be affected at all, staring at Izuku expectantly. He wants him naked, now.

But Izuku has other plans, and so he shakes his head with an expression he knows will annoy Katsuki, with this teasing smile while he bites on his lower lip and looks so excited—fucking hell, "Not yet, Kacchan. I want to have some fun with you first."

It has him rolling his eyes, and he grinds against Izuku, which backfires on him in an instant. It only causes his own self to moan in pleasure and get even hornier, but—as he does, Izuku also lets out a high-pitched yelp. Good. At least the nerd's still got these embarrassing, absolutely sexy reactions. So, much flushed, he adds, "Y—You showin' me your dick is fun, dumbass."

Izuku chuckles, the redness that appears on his cheeks almost overlaying his freckles, "Kacchan! Nuh-uh. I still find teasing you a bit more fun than that, you know? You're just so cute... Your reactions, and that look in your eyes! Mm, my boyfriend is so cute."

He grumbles, because Izuku and his snail-paced fucking foreplays. Get yourself a boyfriend whose love language is words and have him say embarrassing shit on a daily basis. This is Katsuki's life now. Having to listen to muttering and essays while having sex.

"Whatever," He scoffs, but once he feels Izuku's palm squeezing his clothed crotch it's not whatever anymore.

It has him groan in surprise, his hips almost assaulting Izuku's hand, that eager he is.

That absolutely easy he is, pushing his hips against Izuku, trying to fuck his palm. Izuku doesn't even look shy at that, he just smiles at him so damn smugly and—nerdy! But he doesn't let go, squeezing him harder, with strength Katsuki swears would make him burst on the spot if he had any less self-control.

It turns out that grey is just the perfect color for other body fluids to be extremely emphasized, and so Izuku easily notices the growing damp spot where his dick is nested right away, fucking chuckling at Katsuki's neediness, all amused.

It makes him feel like an eager idiot, and he just—looks to the side, cheeks crimson. Looks everywhere but at these sage-greens.

"Kacchan," Izuku giggles as if... as if he had any right to. Fuck that nerd, making fun of Katsuki, "Look at me."

"Hmph," Is what he says and, still, refuses to look at Izuku. Sometimes, the dialogue options are simply nonexistent and you have to hmph your way out of it, and this is what Katsuki does. Perhaps he even pouts, "Fuck off."

"Mm, don't be shy," His boyfriend fucking grins, he can see that with the corners of his eyes. Izuku proceeds to cup his jaw and make Katsuki look at him, and so he does, but with a very dangerous, sulky glare, "I think it's cute, Kacchan. You just like me very much, it's okay. It's adorable."

"F—Fuck off! As if you weren't just as obsessed with me, nerd."

The gaze Izuku gives him is dangerous. He looks so goddamn sultry, fixated on Katsuki's own eyes for God knows how long, and were Izuku's eyelashes always this long? He looks like a dream. "Oh, but I am, Kacchan. I just don't deny it, like you always do, you know? I can admit I am completely obsessed with you without blushing, hehe."

And so he puts on something that resembles a cocky expression, but it's still half-embarrassed and mumbles, "That's 'cause I'd rather show you how much I like you with actions, you see."

It seems to pique Izuku's interest a lot. "Oh?"

"Can I undress?" Katsuki asks stupidly, because—not because he actually needs a permission, but having to wait for Izuku's answer always makes him feel shivers running down his spine. It turns him on beyond extent; having to wait for how Izuku will treat him. Whether he'll let him or not... it makes him feel these unruly, lustful, burning things in his lower stomach, "I'll show you if you, uh, let me."

It always makes him moan out loud, once Izuku plays his cards right. The nerd knows perfectly how to stir him up with just his words alone; he has a knack for that, always had.

It's stupid, but he likes having Izuku telling him what to do. Deciding for him, with this pretty, soft honey voice of his, yet so decisive and confident at the same time. Just how could this be? Nerds aren't supposed to be smooth, to have game, to be fucking sexy. Yet, Izuku possesses all of these things, and it makes him go crazy crazy. It so turns him on, being up to his mercy, holy fuck. He's such a loser.

"No, Katsuki," Izuku disagrees in this exact, bold tone that makes his head spin. He then starts playing with the waistband of Katsuki's boxers, absolutely unfazed, as if it had zero effect on him. He tugs at it just to tease, threatening to pull it lower and then completely down, but not actually doing it, pulling it back up once he's done, closely watching for Katsuki's reaction.

The reaction is: he scowls, then hisses, because the sudden air hitting his private areas makes him all sensitive, and then sulks at Izuku. And the damp spot inside his boxers only grows bigger, so whatever. He's obvious like that, yeah yeah, everyone already knows he's a total slut for Izuku, congratulations.

It's over, he's a loser, he's down bad for this nerd and it's over.

"Ask a different question, okay? Think, Kacchan," Fucking Deku and his fucking—way of doing things, and Katsuki really likes these things and only pretends to hate them. So he huffs, his eyes rolling back once Izuku starts playing with him through the fabric of his boxers. He just squeezes his length and, so damn unbothered, starts toying with him as if... as if it was nothing.

"Ngh—" Oh, he's moaning already. Okay, "—Can you undress me, Deku?"

Izuku traces the outline of his dick with just one finger, the fucking tease. He looks at him innocently and murmurs sultrily, "And? What else, Kacchan?"

He has to cover his face with his palms for this one. He grunts out loud, because he feels done and defeated, and adds: "Please. Please, nerd! Okay? Here, I said it! Fuckin' please, get me out of these clothes and touch me!"

It's the right word.

He knows, because they love pulling stupid shit like that in bed, and so Izuku gives him this content, proud smile that Katsuki always thinks of during his alone, solo jerking-off sessions and nods, "Mm, good. So behaved, Kacchan, we're making so much progress."

Izuku pulls his boxers down, just like that, and his cock sprangs free. It's so sudden he almost chokes, but instead of bitching about it, he's just grateful it happened at all.

Fucking finally—too bad he's already leaking and his tip is reddened almost as much as his cheeks are, needy and neglected.

It's a good thing that at least, during this moment, Izuku doesn't fuck around. He licks his lips and reaches his hands towards his lower parts right away, his eagerness that matches Katsuki's manifesting in the way he starts touching him.

Izuku might know how to be smooth in bed, but he can't fully hide his reactions. The little shit is as excited as Katsuki is; he almost fucking drools at the sight of Katsuki's bare cock, staring at it with some kind of obsessed, nerdy heart-eyes. Unfortunately, while Katsuki is great at taking compliments, he doesn't do well with compliments from Izuku.

So, once he notices the way his nerd stares, he closes his thighs with embarrassment. It gets a sad whine out of Izuku, who looks at Katsuki almost offended, his gaze accusatory.

"Kacchan, what are you doing?" Izuku pouts, placing his soft, smooth palms on Katsuki's thighs and opening them softly, "I want to see."

"You're bein' a perv," Katsuki grumbles in response, but eventually lets his boyfriend stare at his dick just like he wanted.

"Oh, I'm the pervy one?" Izuku raises his eyebrows at him with this... smile that isn't very safe, telling Katsuki that he's up to no good, "Hm, want me to remind you which one of us dry-humped my favorite All Might pillow without telling me?"

His eyes widen. Yes, he did... do some crazy shit once he was figuring out his feelings and urges towards Deku. No, he didn't think Deku would ever know that. 

"You—You fuckin' knew? Bastard! Bastard," He shouts his lungs out, absolutely mortified. He's so red the temperature of his cheeks might be hotter than the sun in the moment.

"Of course I knew, Kacchan," Izuku laughs softly, in this gentle way that's obviously meant to soothe him, "You weren't exactly... subtle about it, you know."

"'Cause you got back to your room too damn quickly! I didn't know what to do!" He protests, humiliated to the core, "And you still—so you knew and still... slept on it?"

Izuku lets out a snicker, his face reddening, too. He nods softly, "Mhm. I jerked off on it when you went home and washed it in the morning."

"See! See, Izuku!" Katsuki points an accusatory finger at him, "You're just as much of a fuckin' pervert. Got ya, nerd."

"When it comes to you? I guess," Izuku shrugs, admitting it as if it was nothing. He plants a soft kiss against his jaw, at what Katsuki relaxes some more, not as embarrassed anymore, "We're both perverts, it turns out. So... can I look at your pretty dick now, Kacchan?"

He panics, because—Izuku really got too fucking brave and smooth with his questions, and so he just yells, "N—No, fuck off! That's still too pervy!"

His boyfriend shakes his head in amusement and looks at him as if he was done with him and sighs softly, "So, what? Am I supposed to touch you with my eyes closed?"

He scowls in response, "You know what? Yeah! That's—That's exactly what'chu gonna do!"

It seems that his yells and insults do not impact Izuku anymore, and so he only rolls his eyes at him and leans in to shut Katsuki up with a kiss, in the meantime reaching down to brush his slim fingers against his length. He teases the underbase of Katsuki's cock at first, fingers reaching for his tip—Izuku plays with him for some time, which has Katsuki mewling.

It makes him want to open his mouth and moan out loud, but Izuku keeps shutting him up, swallowing his moans eagerly, his voice coming out as muffled and strained, broken by the sound of obscene kissing. Once his boyfriend actually squeezes his hand against his length, he automatically drags the nerd by his neck closer, and so their teeth clash painfully and their eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, but Izuku doesn't let go of his cock, pumping him up and down with an even stronger grip.

"Crap, Kacchan—" Izuku is so out of breath he can barely speak, "You're so hot."

"D-Don't say crap while we're havin' sex, nerd!" 

Izuku laughs, "Mm, then stop being so hot. Unfair, Kacchan."

Because Izuku stopped stroking his dick, he theatrically bucks his hips against him, just to remind him, "Care to get back at it, nerd?"

"Hmm, do I?" Izuku gives him a toothy smile that makes him weak at the knees and lets go of his cock, letting it slide out of his grasp, "You're not being very nice, you know? You're not good, Kacchan."

Oh. It makes him freeze for a moment there, the way Izuku words it. He shakes his head with strength that makes his hair fly to each side as he argues, "No, no, no. I can be good. I can be good, understand? Gimme one more chance, I'll be sooo good."

Izuku raises his eyebrows in an almost mocking manner, and if this isn't the hottest sight he's ever seen, "Can you really, Kacchan?"

"Hundred percent."

"Then..." Izuku leans in so close their breaths mingle together, "Why do you still call me a nerd?"

Shit. He's going to cum on the spot.

"Oh. I must've—must've misspoken," He explains, playing with the hairs at the nape of Izuku's neck, "I meant Izuku. 'Course I meant Izuku, I always wanna use it. You've got the prettiest name for a reason."

"Yeah?" His boyfriend smiles so softly, and his scarred palm suddenly finds its wait to his cock once again, eagerly stroking him up and down, "Then moan it, Kacchan. Can you do it for me?"

He doesn't even have to put on a show or force it, as it comes automatically. Izuku reaches to his crotch and starts playing with his balls while still pumping him with this incredible force, and he hovers over his face, without kissing him anymore. Just observes. And so he goes, "Hh—ngh, I—Izuku. Izuku, f'ck, I—Izuku, Izuku, Izuku—"

"Good boy," Izuku whispers against his mouth, and it so does things to him. He mewls, his eyes rolling back at the nerd's words—he has no idea how it even works, but whenever Izuku gifts him with these two idiotic words, he goes nuts. He goes crazy, it has him spiraling, "Good boy, Kacchan. Moaning so prettily."

"Mmm, you swear?" Katsuki asks dumbly. It is dumb, honestly, he has no idea why he even said it, but Izuku just strokes him so good and he felt so blissful he said this shit.

"I swear," But Izuku fucking eats it up, like he does every time Katsuki comes up with something idiotic, and he even kisses his cheek. He loves how Izuku validates his every silly behavior, never making him feel embarrassed, "So good for me, always. The best."

He groans so loudly the whole neighborhood hears. 

"But—Kacchan?" Izuku asks, and he lets go of his dick, tapping against his tip a few times, smearing the pre-cum with his fingers, "Are you close?"

"I fuckin' am, so let me—" He breathes so hard he almost chokes, "Jus' a few more times, touch me—"

"Ahh," Izuku chuckles softly, "You want to cum alone, Kacchan? Without me? Is that really what being good means, baby?"

It has him widen his eyes in surprise, looking at Izuku with realization.

Fuck, so far, the nerd's only been taking care of him—he's still fully dressed, the tent in his pants so obvious Katsuki could honestly jump at it here and now. He wants Izuku out of his clothes, in an instant, right the hell now. And so he shakes his head frantically, forgetting about his own neediness, "Fuck, no! Let's get you out of these clothes, y'can fuck me right now—"

He sits up and pulls off Izuku's stupid pajama shirt in an instant, and then does the same with his pants. Fortunately, his boyfriend lets him and doesn't make it snail-paced, thanks God, and so he's naked after seconds, all for Katsuki's eyes to ogle.

And, Katsuki might've forgotten the nerd doesn't have any boxers on, since he's ready for sleep, and so—once his cock freely jumps out, catching him by a surprise like some fucking jumpscare, Katsuki almost can't hold it in and almost bursts on the spot. 

Izuku is already as hard as Katsuki is, if not more, his cock throbbing and... fuck, it's the most perfect sight he's ever seen, and he can already feel his embarrassing ass clench around nothing. 

He exhales softly. Let's calm down and get to it—fucking finally.

So, Katsuki automatically sits back and opens his legs with intentions for Izuku to pound him right away.

"'Zuku," He mutters, tone so breathy and dreamy he almost drools, "C'mon."

"I love it when you're so eager," Izuku smiles so damn genuinely, and it's a bit out of place in the moment, as they're about to have hot, sweaty sex. It makes Katsuki somehow even more shy than a sexy smirk would make him, "But I gotta stretch you first."

"I'm—" Katsuki's eyes roll back in an instant as soon as he feels these slim fingers brushing against his inner thigh, tracing downwards. "I'm prepped already. Put it in now."

"No, you're not," Izuku leans in and kisses the corner of his mouth, smiling so—so adorably, he's on his knees, thank you very much.

Yet also, how is this little smirk so devilish at the same time?

And, what the hell? Who does Izuku think he is, thinking he has the right to tell him whether he is prepped or not? The audacity of this guy at times.

"I fucking am," He groans, now staring into the nerd's eyes with slight frustration, "I've prepped when you were showerin'. Yeah, yeah, tease me 'cause I knew we were 'bout to have sex t'night and prepared in advance, mhm. Put it in, Deku!"

"No, you haven't," Izuku murmurs dismissively, ignoring his words. He starts rubbing circles around Katsuki's entrance with his slick from pre-cum fingers, and... yes, he might already be all stretched, but if it doesn't feel just the best when it's Izuku who does it to him. For him.

He taps against his hole every now and then, because he's a tease and a cheeky bastard, each time having Katsuki let out a loud hiss.

"Izuku," He grumbles in frustration, his angry eyebrows furrowing even further, "I fucking... I—I had three fingers up my ass minutes ago, y'can give it to me, I—I want your dick."

Izuku sighs softly, letting out his stupid giggle, but once he speaks, his tone changes. He's more decided, and if it doesn't do things to Katsuki, "I said no. Kacchan's not opened up yet. I'm the one who has to do it for him. The only one who can."

Katsuki then stares at him and doesn't mention how much his cock twitches at that. Izuku doesn't mention it, either, but the smug, nerdy expression on his face says everything.

Met with silence, Izuku adds, "Don't you think, Kacchan?"

He gives him the eyes, his gaze—dangerous. Messing with Katsuki's lower stomach. It turns him on so badly he lets out a moan and grips the cushions on the couch with strength he didn't know he even possessed. Oh, he gets it now. He gets it now. Izuku isn't being serious. He wants to play, and he clearly wants Katsuki to follow.

"Oh."

"Yes, Kacchan. Oh," Izuku mimics him in a manner that makes his lower parts feel like fucking jelly, "So?"

He nods obediently, playing along, "Shit. Sorry, nerd, y'were right. Haven't prepped myself, I was lyin' to you. Can't, uh, do it without you."

"That's what I thought," Izuku hums, tone fucking patronizing, and Katsuki would normally punch someone in the face for speaking to him this way, but given the unusual situation and circumstances, he will let it slide. His dick leaking pre-cum at Izuku's tone will let it slide, "You don't have to lie to me, Kacchan. You don't have to be shy with me, you know."

Deku and his stupid, stupid roleplays that do just the right things to his body. Fuck, how it turns him on when his boyfriend speaks to him this exact way.

"Uh-uh," He nods, hissing through his gritted teeth, because... because it makes him feel a lot, and once Izuku slowly, agonizingly, puts his idiotic finger inside him, pushing it deep, he lets out a groan that's borderline painful, "Got it. W—Won't lie next time. Izuku."

"Good boy," Izuku whispers against his mouth, his hot breath mingling with Katsuki's shaky one.

Fuck, yes. He's good. He's the fucking best, he's so good that Izuku rewards him with a kiss.

He bossily dives in, licking right into Katsuki's mouth.

Because he's exactly what Izuku called him moments ago, he opens his mouth obediently, so quickly it's straight up embarrassing, letting Izuku inspect the inside yet again.

The more they kiss, the quicker Izuku pumps his finger in and out, eagerly adding another. He curls them in just the right way that makes him see stars, and Katsuki doesn't even register when instead of kissing Izuku back, he starts moaning—his mouth parted, but the movement nonexistent.

Izuku gratefully swallows each one of his small moans, humming in satisfaction while he's at it, their voices mixing together.

The different tones of their voices, the way Katsuki almost whimpers with need and Izuku contently keeps letting out these sounds of satisfaction, all self-assured and pleased, because he knows he's doing great with making Katsuki feel on cloud nine, it's... it's addictive. It's fucking dangerous, they fit each other like a glove, they're so—he loves Izuku so much.

Once he decides it's enough, Izuku swirls his tongue against his one last time and pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their mouths breaking and wetting their chins stupidly.

And he—stares. Izuku observes him closely, but doesn't say anything. Katsuki is aware of how Izuku loves to zone-out, to sometimes just admire him without a word, to daydream about what they both have, probably imagining some disgustingly cute scenarios in his head, so he doesn't find it weird.

It often happens; his boyfriend just drifts away with his thoughts, sometimes adding the muttering thing to the combo as he stares at Katsuki with hearts instead of eyes.

So Katsuki speaks up instead. He's getting impatient, and... fuck. It is nice to be so admired, but it also makes him look away with this unknown, lingering shyness and he's suddenly unable to speak his thoughts out loud anymore, too speechless.

"Nerd, put it in," He huffs, his voice cracking like it always does whenever he gets even slightly emotional, "Stop screwing 'round, give it to me."

His idiotic nerd pouts at that and retrieves his fingers from Katsuki's ass, at what it clenches painfully against nothing, "I don't know, Kacchan. Maybe if you're nice."

"Hah?!" He scowls in his signature angry tone, expression annoyed, "Stop messing with me, for fuck's sake. Y—You said yourself we should cum together—"

"But you're just so easy to tease, I can't help it that I have such a strong effect on you, Kacchan!" Izuku mutters so damn fondly, and the butterflies in his stomach are going all crazy again, making it difficult to focus or even think.

"Yeah, yeah—" He rolls his eyes, "Just—fuck me, nerd! We've been toying with each other for hours."

His boyfriend snorts cutely and inserts his fingers inside again, "I don't knooow. You're not being so good, Kacchan. We could... I could try making you cum on my fingers, you know? It would be such a sight, ah."

He sits up, because—the blush on his face gets somehow too big, he's as flushed as it gets, and stupid Izuku won't stop teasing him.

And Izuku just... one thing is that he loves teasing Katsuki, but isn't he horny himself? Why the fuck does he not want to just fuck him already? It has him experience these weird, gloomy thoughts once again, that perhaps something is wrong, that Izuku prolongs the foreplay because... because there might be a certain reason. What if Izuku doesn't want to have sex with him? What if it has to do with his recent behavior, what if Katsuki is too blind to notice something important?

Fuck.

These thoughts scare him, and so he fights them with rage.

He looks to the side, too stressed out to focus on being horny, grumbling chaotically, "Then...—Then fuck you, don't wanna fuck me then don't, shouldn't have started shit—"

Noticing that he sat up, Izuku's eyes widen for a moment, and he looks actually apologetic. He shakes his head quickly and places his palms against Katsuki's chest, pressing him down once again.

Fucking Deku fucking manhandling him.

"No, no! I'm sorry, Kacchan, I've just been feeling a bit frisky the whole day, I guess?" He giggles, cutely. His cute nerd. Fuck, "I wanted to—uh, sorry. Should've at least discussed it with you beforehand, haha. I'm sorry! I got ahead of myself! There's just this tension in the air and I so wanted to tease you and spoil you the whole day, I've been thinking about it nonstop. And about kind of fucking you 'til you're crying. And your angry, cute whimpers. Haha. I'm sorry, Kacchan! Don't be mad, baby, I'll make it up to you now!"

He huffs, because... oh, so the nerd's been feeling frisky the whole day, huh? Avoiding Katsuki's touch... acting as if they were supposed to keep their relationship in secret.

Acting like they're not boyfriends once outside.

And now, he says shit about some tension? He doesn't understand. Fucking excuse him, but he's apparently too stupid, and so he just—scowls and shakes his head.

He wants the fucking thing, now.

"Then," He sighs impatiently, "Let's do exactly that, Deku, except that we skip the teasing and spoiling me part. How does that sound?" He asks, gritting his teeth, because he's so needy he might scream, and he's so annoyed at the whole world and all he might also just scream.

Yes, he is mad at Izuku and his heart aches with the kind of pain that stings and makes him feel like shit. Yes, he still wants Izuku to fuck him senseless. He wants it a lot.

Izuku nods at that, his gaze back to whatever it was earlier. Which is—devilish. So hot he might just die.

His eyes are always big and adorable, but when he holds Katsuki down and fucks him, there's this certain spark to his gaze, a sparkle in his pupils that hasn't been there before—and it so makes Katsuki unable to look away, and he waits for it every time they have sex. It's his favorite. His Izuku is all sweet and caring, until they're about to fuck, and then he's sweet and caring and fucking sinful.

"Mm, sounds like a plan," Izuku nods and finally, finally, fucking thank you, we've done it, ladies and gentlemen, the wait is over—he positions his handsome, pretty, diabolical, whatever cock against his entrance.

Oh. Okay, sure.

He automatically licks his lips and sits up again to have a better view at what's about to happen, at what Izuku playfully rolls his eyes, "Kacchan, what did I say earlier, huh? I said down. You stay down, or I won't fill you up with my cock."

His expression falls, and—he sulks, angrily looking to the side again, but... nonetheless, he won't take that risk. Of not having Izuku's cock inside. So, yeah, he backs off. "Hmph. Don't fuckin' say that."

Izuku laughs at that, obviously finding Katsuki's sulking adorable; he always does. He finds it so adorable that—well. That there are moments when Katsuki only does it to put on a show, to... to cause some reaction. To stir the nerd up.

It might've been now, too. He knew Izuku would like it.

Call him pathetic and cringe, but he likes to sometimes be just a bit more sulky and pouty than he really feels. Just a bit more pouty than needed. Fuck, he'd never do that in a different scenario, yet once he's naked and brave, under this very handsome nerd, he suddenly knows how to be irresistible and... cute. 

"Spread your legs for me?" Izuku asks, and Katsuki—Katsuki delivers.

He reacts naturally, in an instant, opening his thighs the prettiest he can. Showing off his flexibility, because, why the fuck not? Yeah, he's got massive thighs. Sure, he can still spread them plenty, yeah yeah. Fun, huh? Impressive? Izuku, you like it? Hey?

Izuku, say... no one can do it as good as Katsuki does it, right? Right? Say you swear—promise him this is the best you've seen—yeah, fuck. He's so down bad.

He can feel Izuku stare at his lower parts yet again, his sparkly eyes so fixated they look fuckable and shiny, and if it doesn't make Katsuki feel really fucking weird. This time, fortunately, he doesn't close his legs and lets the nerd watch him, as he's too horny to shy away. Thank God for his horniness.

Nonetheless, the more Izuku stares, the more his impressive thighs tremble.

Noticing that, Izuku shifts his gaze back to Katsuki's, smiling softly. As if to reassure him, and so Katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes, but tries to spread his legs even wider, as to not disappoint.

He tries to make it look effortless, to—to give Izuku even more than he asks for, to show him how prettily he can do it for him. Just for him. Only ever.

"Mm, so beautiful, baby," Izuku murmurs dreamily and places his palms on his thighs. Still, his slim hands don't cover up much of his skin, as his thighs are a lot, but he holds him steadily, "Such a good boy for me."

Izuku's cock is—it certainly, obnoxiously fucking is. It is standing, ready to stuff him till he cries, ready to bring Katsuki to heaven, to fuck him senseless.

At the praise, Katsuki curses under his breath, because... how the fuck is he so worked up already? Izuku barely fingered him, and he's so cock-hungry he might just pass out. He hasn't had the cock in question at all yet, but he almost feels fucked out.

"Izuku!" He groans, because having sex with a nerd is always just that. Killing him with the wait, listening to his muttering and feeling empty inside, where Izuku should be stuffing him. 

"I know, I know. Can't help it, I could just eat you up, Kacchan," His boyfriend chuckles and—Katsuki only feels Izuku's throbbing tip pressing against his hole until it turns into having his full length inside. Izuku surges, sinking into him with strength that makes him see stars, balls deep. It's ten percent, and then it's suddenly a hundred, as if he was performing One for All at his worst, unable to control the intensivity yet.

Izuku thrusts into him with no warning, finally granting his wishes, and Katsuki is—stunned, for a moment. Fucking grateful, too, but let him adjust first.

There's this ringing in his ears, his breath gets stuck in his lungs, and he feels like he's about to black out. It's a lot.

He must look ridiculous in this moment, as his mouth parts stupidly, and eyes obscenely roll back, to the point it hurts.

He can't even properly moan, his voice cracking and stumbling over whatever he tries to express. Oh, he's so full. Full of Deku's cock. Deku, Deku, Deku. Izuku. His 'Zuku.

"Like this, Kacchan?" Izuku asks with this innocent, fake-ass tone that has him spiraling. He so puts on a show, pretending that he even needs any reassurance.

Yes, Izuku, you're doing so good! Maybe because it's your millionth time doing this to me and you know my body by heart already and—and you always know how to push my buttons and tease me until I'm about to bust and you're generally the fucking worst, nerd. Ugh.

He can't form a single normal thought in the moment, and Izuku starts moving before he can even grow accustomed to being so full.

Yes, he did prepare. Yes, his prep was half-fucking assed, because he was so eager he couldn't do it properly. Yes, Izuku did prep him again. Yes, he still almost chokes on his own moans when Izuku thrusts into him. So what? Nerd's got a massive dick, newsflash.

He knows he asked for it himself, countless of times, but Izuku's cock somehow never gets less—sensational. He unironically needs some breath exercises to be able to properly take it, fucking hell.

So he only nods frantically, his face flushed and already blissful, despite the fact that they've only just began.

Izuku pouts, shaking his head, "No, baby. This won't do. I need words. Talk to me, okay, Kacchan?"

He stills. The movement stills, and Katsuki whines in disappointment, his tone needy and high-pitched.

"F—Fuck me," He only murmurs, unable to think.

"Nuh-uh," Izuku shakes his head with a mockingly sad, patronizing smile, "I asked you something different, Kacchan."

He has no idea what Izuku asked him, to be completely honest. He's just—in a big need to get railed by his gorgeous boyfriend, and it has to happen now, or he will die three times. Or four. He hasn't been listening, his brain shut down, he just wants to be fucked, and he's dying.

"Zuku," He fully whimpers and pouts now, at the verge of—what, begging? Perhaps. Maybe, "Fuck! Why you so don't wanna fuck me t'day, huh? I just... I wanna—You fuckin' hate me."

Now this. This gets a reaction out of Izuku. He knew it would, yet still decided to say it, because it is partially true. Or more than partially, he doesn't know anymore.

Izuku's playfulness fades, and he furrows his eyebrows in an almost offended way, "Kacchan! I could never hate you. We're just messing around, don't say that, okay? You know I don't like when you say stuff like that, baby. Like, really don't like it."

"You act like you don' wanna fuck me, 's a fact," Katsuki looks away with this—now actually troubled expression.

It's not fully about the fucking thing, in reality. It's about Izuku avoiding his hug earlier. He will be snappy about it till he dies, so what? After all, he is the biggest grudges-holder the world has ever seen. He is fully aware he's getting mad and frustrated about something Izuku isn't even thinking of in the moment—and he knows it is unfair, but he's fucking petty.

And maybe, perhaps, a bit sensitive, when it comes to this one... special, green-haired nerd.

"What? I do want to! Kacchan, no, I'm just teasing you, obviously," Izuku sighs with an obvious concern in his voice and leans in to kiss him, this time no tongue and obscenity. A chaste kiss incoming to calm him down instead.

As he does, he starts moving his hips. Slowly, but making full, precise circles that reach where Katsuki wouldn't dream of. Izuku manages to hit just the right spots in an instant, and each thrust gets a loud, long moan out of him, fucking finally.

No wonder he knows how to find Katsuki's prostate so effortlessly; obviously a nerd like him has his body memorized. He probably writes about Katsuki's tight ass in his silly, little journal and creates internal strategies of how give Katsuki the fucking of his life. He doesn't mind.

Even if the back of his mind tries to make him believe that the nerd does it out of pity or pressure in the moment, and not because he truly wants him, so it automatically feels somehow worse, he still craves it so much it hurts.

"Mm, gonna show you how much I want this, okay?" Izuku asks mid-kissing, pecking his lips after every word spoken out loud. He starts thrusting his hips faster, his cock sliding in and out of Katsuki's hole making these obnoxious, squelchy sounds that cause him to whimper, that fucking hot they are. Despite how crude it all looks and sounds, Izuku's voice remains calm and sweet, "My Kacchan. Gonna show you so good you won't ever second guess me again, you dummy. Love you so much, you're doing so good for me, Kacchan."

His eyes are half-lidded, rolled back, and he almost drools. Hell, yeah. This is what he needs; pretty words from these pretty mouth, and this pretty cock fucking him stupid. His prettiest, cute nerd, doing such intimate things to him—he will never fully believe how it is that Izuku chose him. Out of all people he could have, he has Katsuki, he... he chooses to dedicate it all to Katsuki. 

The knowledge itself feels so good he could cry. 

"Mm, please 'Zuku, d—don't stop," He pleads, tone really fucking small for a Katsuki Bakugo, "My 'Zuku. Don't—mmh, tease me, please."

He hears Izuku sigh softly, whining in disbelief, probably because he always melts whenever Katsuki calls him 'Zuku. 

With a fond, loving expression, Izuku hides his face in the crook of Katsuki's neck as he fucks him, placing soft kisses all around his skin, tracing upwards.

He nips at it from time to time; yet, he doesn't leave hickeys. Which makes Katsuki internally pout and childishly yell in frustration, because he wants hickeys! He wants other people to see, he wants everyone to know—but it's yet another proof of Izuku wanting the opposite.

Ugh.

He kisses his jawline, each reddened spot on his blushy cheeks, reaching the shell of his ear.

"Not stopping, Kacchan," Izuku half-whispers, his gentle words broken by the loud, harsh groans leaving his mouth every now and then, as they're both close and Izuku's movement only seems to speed up, "I could never stop, you're too beautiful. Too pretty. You feel—s-so good. Perfect. Couldn't tease you when you're being so, ngh, perfect."

He can only moan in response, because it's—it's so much. He can't speak, his brain is so foggy and so full of Izuku he doesn't know how to do anything else. He only sees Izuku, Izuku, Izuku, he's so out of it and only can picture his beautiful nerd or, at most, gaze at him half-lidded, completely fucked out.

"I love you—" Izuku murmurs mid-fucking, so out of breath he can barely make out what the nerd is saying. His voice so... fond. Needy. At the verge of breaking, "I love you s'much, Katsuki, you're so perfect, can't believe I get to—ugh—I get to do these things with you... I get to, ngh, touch you like that a—and you let me."

"Zuku," He cries out, voice cracking, back arching violently. He is so damn close, and his Izuku is there with him.

Izuku loves him.

Yet, at the words, Katsuki only thinks of the way he avoided him today.

He thinks of all the times Izuku avoided him in public, and he doesn't understand, and it makes him confused, and each time it happens something dies in his already dysfunctional heart, and he—it makes him scared, and Katsuki rarely gets scared, and he feels so fucking lost.

It makes him unable to catch a proper breath, he can't focus on being fucked stupid by his pretty boy, he now worries about what is wrong or whether he'll get to be touched like this by these beautiful hands ever again.

He thinks of their sex as some kind of an upcoming, possible goodbye, of Izuku never touching him again, and it makes him feel almost this... grief, as if. Katsuki isn't a coward, but he's dead scared, he's fucking terrified of losing the only good thing in his life, and... and shit. 

He's so close.

He needs a few more thrusts. Izuku, too.

Izuku moves so quickly, with much more force as he is as close as Katsuki, pushing Katsuki's thighs backwards so high he's almost squeezed into this ball. He kisses him during, but the kisses aren't as passionate anymore, as they're both tired and partially out of it, and so they just kiss sloppily, and there's more tongue than anything else. If it can even still be called kissing, he supposes. At this point, they're just tasting each other's tongues in a rather filthy manner, and it's so good it has him whimper out some nonsense, his thoughts and words incomprehensible.

With a loud mewl, he spreads his thighs as wide as he can, lets out a few dramatic cries while fighting for his fucking life and cums.

His body feels on fire, his back arches in such a violent way it almost makes them both fall from the narrow couch, and his body trembles so much Izuku looses the grip on his thighs and lets go of him, and so his legs unwittingly fall to the floor, with Izuku collapsing against him.

He barely registers what's going on, feeling so good it's borderline painful. The high he experiences in the moment actually makes him cry, not in this euphoric, pleased way.

No, he cries with devastation. With fear that consumes him, that steals his moments of bliss, that makes it harder to breathe and want to hide.

His whole body shakes, a wave of shocks he can't avoid invading him from every side, and he just—he cries out Izuku's name, repeating it over and over, like a mantra, like it's something he's about to lose and... he can't remember the last time he cried so much while getting fucked.

It has him sniffling and shaking, as if someone just died.

They often do cry during sex; it's bound to happen with the cry-baby that Izuku is. His nerd cries every fucking time they do something, even if it's just a lazy jerking-off session.

Or when he asks to cock-warm Katsuki, and then he wakes up in the morning to the sight of Izuku staring at his sleeping face (still balls deep into him) and crying because he's admiring his Kacchan and can't believe he lets him do these things to him! His beautiful Kacchan! Yeah. This is how it goes, being with a sensitive nerd like that.

They cry, yeah. But—not like that.

Katsuki usually cries some less. It's still so damn pathetic, but now he full-time sobs, or to call it properly, he ugly weeps, and despite needing to disappear, there's nowhere to hide.

He tries to at least hide his face in the cushions, but it's a no can do, as Izuku's nerdy, observant eyes notice right away that there's something off, and he leans in to cup his cheeks with his stupid, beautiful scarred hands.

"K—Kacchan?" Izuku sounds worried, immediately coming down from his own bliss. He's visibly distressed, trying to find whatever's wrong in the depth of Katsuki's eyes, staring at him while searching for the clue that isn't there, "Hey, Kacchan, baby, what's going on? Did it not feel good? Something hurts? Did I overdo something? Talk to me, hey, what is it?"

He stares into his reddened, burning eyes with such care Katsuki has to let out a scoff or he would go crazy, and his lower lip fucking trembles at Izuku's intensivity.

He couldn't get any more childish and pathetic, fucking hell. He's at his lowest.

"Nothin', nerd. Was just a lot," He lies, his shaking hands reaching for Izuku's curls once again. Stroking his hair somehow always calms him down, and he needs to chill the fuck out right now, "It's all good."

"No, it's not. Are you kidding me?" Izuku furrows his eyebrows at the absurdity of Katsuki's words, "You're literally shaking, Kacchan! And you've never cried like that, don't lie to me, I know how you cry after an orgasm."

"Tch—" He blushes. Hard. Now, how does this nerd say such things with a straight face? "Okay, orgasm expert."

"Kacchan!" His boyfriend sighs, positioning them both to a sitting position and placing Katsuki in his lap. He wraps his arms around his waist and places his open palms on the small of his back, caressing him in a calming, gentle manner. 

"Talk to me. You've been off the whole time during! I knew something was different, but I thought you were maybe just not in the mood to tease, or—ugh. How could I not notice that you were being weird? The signs were just there, you were obviously going through something, you wouldn't even look into my eyes for as long as you always do and you didn't ask to blow me, which is, hm, a bit weird, 'cause you're always more than eager and you say my dick is delicious, and... you were less happy about the praises, and Kacchan's got the biggest praise kink out there, and...—"

Here he goes, nerding the fuck out.

He rolls his eyes, tiredly resting his face against Izuku's shoulder. His voice comes off as muffled, "You're muttering, nerd."

"Oh! Crap, I am. Shit, sorry," Izuku chuckles nervously, quickly collecting himself, because the situation rather requires it, "Tell me what's wrong. I... Kacchan, we gotta talk about these things! How do you expect me to make love to you when you can't tell me what happened, hm? This won't work if we—"

Make love. He doesn't even call it fucking. This won't work, as if it fucking works so well already. Yeah, especially when they go out and Izuku refuses to hold his hand, as if he was carrying all the plagues of Egypt with himself or some shit.

Izuku won't even kiss him once they're outside, and he has the audacity to teach Katsuki what will work and what won't?

Yeah, as if. Fucking hilarious.

It has him let out a sob again, because he's still not fully free from the post-orgasm haze that makes him oddly, irritably needy and sappy. Who would've thought, Izuku fucks him stupid and he actually becomes stupid and irrational. 

He can't hold it in, and so he lets out a sniffle and his voice cracks, and he feels like a sore loser.

Sex is fun, but the sensitivity after isn't.

"Kacchan—" Izuku's tone sounds the saddest in the whole world, and he holds him in a tight, warm embrace, rocking them back and forth, "Please, please, please tell me what's wrong. You're scaring me. Baby, I'm sorry whatever happened, okay? Whatever it is that I did, you can tell me. I won't get sad or... or hurt, or insulted, or I don't know. Just talk to me, I promise I'll fix it or... or at least try to, or I'll properly apologize, or I'll make up for it somehow! Kacchan, please, I'm so sorry—"

He rubs his eyes angrily and—and... fuck it.

"W—Why—" Oh fuck, he's being so dramatic with the crying.

But he just can't... Katsuki has this thing that, once he breaks down and actually cries, he can't even speak. It's like with his rage; he lives by his anger, it consumes him fully.

If he feels something, he feels it twice—no, fucking thrice as strong as the other person. He usually only shows how mad he is, so other people only get to see his anger and think of him as a crazy fuck, but it's just the tip of the iceberg, honestly.

What other people don't know, is that it works this way with every single emotion Katsuki experiences.

He's lucky he is just pissed most of the time. But, once something actually tragic happens and it comes to crying... then he cries for real.

He ugly cries. Until he can't take it anymore, until he's left alone, until he throws the fuck up. 

He doesn't know how to do shit lightly. If he feels something, he goes all the way, and so once he let himself sob in front of Deku like that—no, once Deku coaxed it out of him, he automatically agreed to... to seeing dramatic Katsuki. To seeing how wrecked he will get while at it.

His throat is too tight to speak and there's this unbearable heat inside, and his voice comes out as strained, and he sounds as if he was fighting for his life; body shaking, shivers all over, face wet. Letting out choked cries every fucking second. He is completely wrecked.

But there's no coming back from this. Izuku's already witnessed it.

So he tries again, "Y—You, st'pid Deku—don't like... touchin' me when we're—" Another fucking sob, Jesus Christ, "W—When we're outside."

He explained it so well. Congratulations to the explanatory king, he is just so good at it.

Izuku tries to understand. He probably beats himself up for not being able to understand what the fuck Katsuki means with his crying, because, hey. They always get one another, they always understand each other on a whole another level, so how it is that he can't understand now?

His expression is a range of everything. Worried shitless, sad, so preoccupied he almost looks crazy, "Kacchan, what? Baby, slower. Can you, uh, calm down a bit? Hm? Do it for me, Kacchan, please? Just slow down and breathe, baby."

"Why—" He tries harder, his voice raspy and panicked, "W—Why, the fuck! W—Won't you... h—hold my—" His lip trembles again. Fuck. Fuck. How are his communication skills so fucked?

He breaks down into a sobbing mess again, and Izuku has no idea what's going on.

Izuku does all the things he thinks would be able to calm him down.

He places a kiss against his forehead. A few kisses. Then, a lot. All across his forehead, and his temple, and even in his hair that he also sniffs and nuzzles against. He then kisses his wet face, his tears, under his eyes, the bridge of his nose—his swollen lips, his chin. His wet cheeks, so many kisses placed there.

He caresses Katsuki's whole body, holding him close and telling him sweet things. Not some pathetic sweet-nothings that would make him gag and not some boring bullshit either, but actual things.

He tells him about his day at work, about visiting his mom and helping her cook dinner, about going shopping with Icyhot the other day, about some of his students he especially likes to work with. About how he tripped while on his way to Katsuki's (it gets a small snort out of him).

About shit that wouldn't matter if he didn't love Izuku.

Hearing Izuku's voice is, in fact, very helpful. Mostly because he loves this nerd, but also because his tone is naturally very calming and able to make him feel at ease.

After what feels like moments for Katsuki, but turns out to be about half an hour, Izuku gathers the courage to ask yet again, "Kacchan, do you think you could tell me now, hm? You don't have to, but maybe we could just try? It's okay if not! We can also just... relax together, and you'll tell me later."

His breath stills for a moment, and he tenses. He looks down and tries not to cry again, because that would be too much. If he fails to say it now, he will never face Izuku again. He's not that pathetic.

He thinks how to ask normally, to put his question properly, but there's no result that pops up. He has no idea, there's no way around it, and so he'll just have to blurt it out bluntly. 

"Are you ashamed of being seen with me?" So Katsuki asks, cautiously. His voice doesn't break, but is weak and he is—too tired to still be scared shitless, but he feels like throwing up.

It's Izuku's time to tense. He seems—shocked, by the question. His hands caressing Katsuki's back slow down, and he is so taken aback he doesn't even have any muttering to do.

"Katsuki, what?"

"You heard me."

Izuku shakes his head in shock, "I—I think I did, because—because I'm not sure I'm following the question! Ashamed? Kacchan, what? What in the world? Of what would I be even ashamed? Explain, I don't get it! Kacchan, explain!"

He scoffs, because... is Izuku really that blind?

Is he unaware of what he's been doing to Katsuki these weeks of their so-called relationship?

"What, like you aren't?" He scoffs, now more on a frustrated, bitter side.

Once he actually thinks about everything he wants to say, his eyes get teary again and he lets out a harsh snort that sounds like a small cry in a really good disguise.

Fuck.

"You won't tell anyone we're in a relationship. And okay, I get it, it's new. A-And maybe I don't deserve it after everything I've put you through in the past. Okay. But you... won't hold my hand in public, as if it was fucking gross, you never initiate shit, you won't let me fucking hug you, you won't... w—won't kiss me in the cheek, and I know you usually love it! And—"

Oh, his voice cracks yet again. And he cries a few more times before being able to speak again, but he continues.

"You won't—s-show anyone that—that I'm yours, and... 's everything I've ever wanted, and you clearly don't want it, and I jus' only ever wanted to be—y-yours, 'Zuku, and I don't want—t'be someone that you... you're too embarrassed to be seen with o-or not proud of me—"

Never mind. He cries a lot again, but it's a fucking never mind, since he's already embarrassed himself enough, so nothing he does can even make it look worse. It's the worst, already.

Yet, once he gathers the courage to finally look at Izuku, to gather his reaction, which he was scared of, because—because not only Izuku can read him like a book, he also happened to master the other man's body language and reactions as of now, and... and if his worries are true, he will see it.

He will see the answer in the nerd's eyes, because he can read him like a fucking poem.

That's why he was so scared to ask in the first place. He knows that once these questions are put out there, in the open, he will get an honest answer, and honesty might not be what he wants if... if it's true.

But he does it. He gazes at Izuku, and sees—nothing.

He can't see.

Izuku's eyes are too hazy, too foggy. He can't see, because these pretty eyes are welling up with tears.

The tears there, so threatening to spill, swim inside with such intensity it looks as if they were sparkling, glistening with so much emotions it hits Katsuki like an explosion.

Izuku cries.

He didn't mean to. Fuck. Katsuki didn't mean to, he really didn't mean to make Izuku cry, fucking hell.

He—sniffles and breaks down, except that this bastard, unlike Katsuki, is everything but an ugly crier. He hates to see Izuku hurting, but he always cries so prettily—eyelashes all damp, tears dropping to trace wet paths in-between his freckles, spilling out of these big, big sage-greens with such grace it is scary.

Katsuki might be obsessed with this nerd.

"Ka—Kacchan," Izuku cries, cries, cries. Tone devastated, face as if Katsuki was at least dying, "Oh my God, no. It's not like that at all, I promise, I swear on everything—on... on my mum, on my life, on All Might, I swear I'd never be ashamed of you! If anything, it's... it's an honor to be seen with you, I'd never—"

Izuku shakes his head frantically, making sure to hold Katsuki by his shoulders so that he sees, making sure to do everything in his power; with his words, the tone of his voice, his expression, his body language, to ensure him that his worries are not true, not in the slightest. Not now, not ever.

"Don't cry, stupid," Katsuki's voice trembles; he didn't mean to make Izuku cry in the process. It hurts. His throat tightens, and his insides fucking burn at the sight. The nerd's cried too many times because of him in the past—he, fuck, no, this isn't what he wanted, "Don't. It's, uh—fuckin' whatever, I don't know, just... I didn't mean to make you cry, 'Zuku."

He reaches his arms out towards Izuku, carefully cupping his freckled cheeks with shaky hands and brushing away his tears with care, caressing his skin while at it. "Izuku. Baby. Stop cryin'."

"But Kacchan," He looks at him with such a disarming pout, resembling the biggest kicked puppy in the entire world, "I could never be ashamed of you! I don't—don't like it how you worded it, like... don't you realize how much I even love you? I'm a bit baffled and just... shocked, Kacchan. What... What even made you think so?"

"Nerd," He sighs with so much resignation, "Just—fuck, okay. Let's drop it, I was just emotional 'cause you railed me real good, okay? It's over now, I'm not... that was stupid, 's over. Stop crying. Please. I really can't stand it when you're crying, 'Zuku. Shit's killing me. Please."

"Oh, absolutely not," Izuku shakes his head, now with tone as if he was a very angry, scolding mother fighting for her beliefs during an argument or something, "Kacchan, we need to talk about this!"

Fuuuck.

This is where sobbing your heart out to your partner gets you. Talking.

Katsuki doesn't do talking! He only knows how to punch and explode shit. And kiss pretty nerds (one nerd).

He doesn't do well with much more than that. In fact, he does horrible even with little more than that.

"Then just explain to me why it's so hard for you to fuckin' touch me when we're outside," Katsuki grumbles bitterly, regretting ever starting this topic in the first place. He doesn't want Izuku to cry, nor does he want him to admit that... that—Katsuki might not be the one.

"Kacchan! Isn't it obvious?" Izuku looks at him so... weirded out, and there's some sort of a misunderstanding between them Katsuki just doesn't get.

He scowls, giving Izuku his most unimpressed expression, "Certainly fuckin' not if it makes me fuckin' weep!"

Izuku stutters, looking at him apologetically and placing his hands in Katsuki's, intertwining their fingers to calm him down. For the record, it works. Everything works with this stupid nerd, even if he's still mad. "I—I mean, because other people would know about us!"

His eye twitches, "So?"

"They would know you're gay, Kacchan."

"So. Fucking. What!" He blows up, "I don't understand!"

"I—I mean," He sees Izuku getting slightly nervous, playing with his fingers as he sighs, "You're not out of closet, right? Does the public even know that Kacchan—as in, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is gay? Because I just... I know how much you want to improve your hero rankings and become the Number One Hero, and you definitely will soon!" Izuku smiles, so obviously daydreaming about him it's pathetic (it does things to Katsuki), "But, uh. I was thinking... if they know that we're a couple and not just friends, they might... you know, some people might look at you differently? And you—you know, Kacchan. It would be harder to become the number one. Like, way harder."

This is so stupid he almost leaves the room.

What do you mean, he's been freaking out to the point he wept in front of the love of his life, just because Izuku decided to overthink his already over-exercised brain and make some mental backflips (that make zero damn sense because Izuku will always be the most important to him), only to hit him with this?

He really almost died out of stress because the nerd's fried brain made him fixate on the wrong shit, delusionally believing that he shouldn't touch Katsuki in public because of some real stupid, irrevelant reasons. What the hell?

"But, nerd—" Katsuki almost sneers, trying to explain his point of view without blowing up at Izuku, "I... fuck's sake, when I'm clearly the one initiating the physical contact in the first place, I think it's fuckin' obvious I don't have a problem with anyone seeing us?"

Izuku pouts, raising his arms up in a gesture of innocence, "I thought you were forgetting yourself! A—And that you'd be glad that I reminded you that, uh, we're in public. Kacchan, I genuinely was just sure that you were forgetting we're not at home. I just... I thought it was obvious that our relationship would be very... private, you know? I figured it was a must, and I was okay with it."

He scowls so bad he must look absurdally ugly in the moment, but he doesn't give a shit, "I, for instance, thought it was more than logical that our relationship would be public, healthily blooming and everyone and their fuckin' mother would know that their sexy sensei is taken forever and they can suck it."

"Kacchan!" The look Izuku gives him in the moment; all surprised, so... moved and not expecting his words. The nerd... truly didn't think Katsuki would want to share the news? Holy fuck, "I'm... I'm sorry! I shouldn't have assumed, I feel so stupid now. And you're being so sweet about it all. I'm sorry I made you cry, Katsuki. Oh, God.  I was being so stupid. And you cried. Kacchan... I'm sorry."

Fucking hell.

Really, this is the whole reason behind Katsuki's misery? The idiotic... hero rankings and Izuku's stupidity? And it was so easy to solve?

Stupid Deku and his stupid—way of assuming things, holy fuck!

He is so, so, so mad. Izuku thought he was being considerate, hurting him in the process, making him second guess himself, which he never does, and... It's... fuck.

Despite being as enraged as it gets, his pathetic heart somehow forces him to say, "I'm not... I'm not angry with you, so quit with the whining. It's—fuck, if you're not leavin' me, then it's all good. But yeah, you are stupid, Izuku. Damn idiotic. If I touch you anywhere, no matter where we are, it means I want to do it, nerd! When have I ever done someone I didn't want to do, huh? Fuckin' tell me!"

Izuku smiles, both apologetically and in relief, "Yeah? But... people will talk, you know."

"People always talk 'bout me," He raises a brow and smiles cockily, "I don't care if they talk some more, Jeez. Not a big deal. A big deal is that my soulmate doesn't want to touch me and treats me like I'm gross—"

"What! Whaaaat," Izuku whines, almost offended. He throws himself at Katsuki and starts planting wet, desperate kisses all over his face, at what Katsuki winces, "You're not gross, oh my God! You're the finest person I've ever seen in my entire life, and—" But then, Izuku stops. He freezes, "Wait, did you say soulmate?"

Ouch. His cheeks burn really bad again, and he's pretty sure he's so red his face might be boiling at this point. He looks to the side and grumbles, "No."

"I'm pretty sure you did, Kacchan."

"Nah," He shakes his head, trying to act nonchalant, "Must've been the wind or some shit."

"No?" Izuku teases, kissing the tip of his nose at what he scowls and tries to slap him away, like you do to a mosquito flying around your ear, "So we aren't soulmates? That's a pity, Kacchan. Hmm, so who's my soulmate, then, huh? I gotta go and search for them..."

This pisses him off. Izuku talking about... even a concept of having a soulmate that isn't Katsuki. It genuinely frustrates him, and so...

Katsuki grabs Izuku by his jaw and kisses the hell out of him in an instant. He forces his tongue inside, stuffing him good because he should just shut up for today. He purposefully makes the kiss absolutely harsh and deep to make a point—Izuku's plush lips squeezing against his, "Shuddup, nerd. I'm your soulmate. Here, I said it. We're... uh, we're forever. This is—us, I mean, we're in it for life, since it turned out that you don't think I'm fuckin' gross. Okay? Don't look at other people! Understand?"

Izuku looks like he's about to sniffle again, "Kacchan! I didn't know you were capable of such beautiful words, waaaah!"

"I'm not," He huffs, sulking, "You just trigger the weirdest shit inside me. S'mtimes deadly shit, s'mtimes sappy."

"I see," Izuku grins, now again with this dangerous smile that means that he's up to no good, and so Katsuki already rolls his eyes at the sight, "But... Kacchan? I wasn't aware that with agreeing to be your boyfriend, I also agreed to be for-lifers. I gotta think it through, you know."

Lil' nerd thinks he's being a tease. He'll fucking show him.

"Mmm, nah. I don't think so," Katsuki shakes his head, so close to Izuku that his lips brushes against these plump, plush ones as his head moves, and he nips at his lower lip to make a point, "I actually meant exactly that when I was asking you out. Not my fault you didn't catch it, you're stuck with me anyways. 'Cause you've already agreed and all."

"Am I?" His boyfriend kisses him, the kisses feather-light, ghosting over his skin. Izuku gives him so many soft, absolutely sappy smooches, the sound of their kisses changing something in Katsuki's brain chemistry, "So, how did the question sound again? I don't remember it being 'Stupid nerd, will you be my boyfriend forever', you know?"

"Nah," He repeats, shaking his head with an amused chuckle. He then leans in and half-whispers into the other man's ear: "It was actually somethin' like... 'nerd, from today on, I'm holding everyone dear to you hostage. And the whole fuckin' world just in case. And your All Might figurines. Do you agree to be mine in absolutely every universe and life-time? If not, y'know how it goes. You're a nerd, so you probably read many comics and shit... I'll destroy the whole world, blah blah, if I can't have you no one can. So, what do you say, 'Zuku'—yeah, I think it went like that. You remember now?"

Izuku laughs out loud, absolutely smitten and obsessed, and so Katsuki snickers, too. Fuck, he laughs so prettily—the way he leans back anytime something makes him laugh, and puts on this wide, carefree grin that Katsuki could just die for.

"Oh, yeah. I remember," Izuku can't stop laughing, brushing off an imaginary tear and gazing at Katsuki as if he was something precious to him. As if Izuku held him the dearest in his heart, as if anything Katsuki says could make him react this way, "Good thing I agreed, huh? Saved the whole world and all."

Katsuki nods in amusement, "Yeah. My miserable heart, too."

"Hey!" Izuku slaps him playfully, "Don't talk about Kacchan's heart like that! It's mine."

"Fuckin' hell, you absolute sap," Katsuki fakes a gag and scowls, "Ew."

They stare into each other's eyes with content smiles for a while and... yeah, Katsuki is a coward, so he doesn't mention shit about their previous conversation, but Izuku is not. So, after what seems like the right amount of time to approach it again, he does.

"Uh, Kacchan?" He murmurs it so softly, as if afraid Katsuki might freak out if he overdoes it, "So, about what we were saying earlier. Are you going to—come out soon, or something? Not like I'm pressuring you to, of course!"

"What? Nah," He shrugs, "I don't care 'bout this shit. It's their fault for assuming I was straight in the first place, I ain't in any fucking closet nor am I obligated to make a statement about who I love," Katsuki snorts, as if it was the most absurd idea ever, "Since when do I care 'bout any extra's opinion, nerd? Only care about yours."

"Oh, really? That's—that's so brave, Kacchan!" Izuku looks so damn proud and adorable, "But, uh, are you sure? You really might drop in the rankings, baby, I just don't want to be the reason of... of you not being able to achieve your biggest dream."

"Doesn't matter," Katsuki rolls his eyes, "If they really make me drop in the ranks for liking dick, I'll let their families die in a fire or some shit."

"Kacchan!" Izuku widens his eyes and scolds him, giggling in the process, "But, really. I mean it. Think about it, it's your biggest dream—"

"That's where you're wrong, nerd," Katsuki shakes his head and prepares for the thing he's about to say next, "My biggest dream has always been you."

Izuku looks flabbergasted.

As if some bolt out of the blue appeared and shot him in the head and he wasn't able to—do shit now. He looks lovestruck, in a way that... in a way that reassures Katsuki that this is forever, that Izuku is right where he belongs, that not only Katsuki had found his soulmate; it works the other way exactly the same, Katsuki isn't the only pathetically obsessed one, Izuku is just as crazy about him.

He looks so in love Katsuki cannot believe it is truly aimed at him.

He says it with a straight face, and—it takes up all his courage, honestly. There's none left. He was really brave moments before, but now he is a very small, small person and an absolute coward, so he cannot take any more of what's coming. He needs to hide under the covers now or he will shatter to little, sharp, explosive pieces.

"Kacchan...—" Izuku starts, but because Katsuki can't take it anymore and his hands tremble annoyingly, suffering the consequences of what he's just blurted out, he stands up and scrams.

He just... he flees out of the room, heading to his bedroom.

"Goodnight!"

"Kacchan—!" Izuku speeds after him. He grows some super-speed, it seems like, because he catches up with him before he can even fully walk upstairs.

"I said 'night, you idiotic nerd! I'm going to sleep! Goodbye!" He yells out, face all red and twisted into the biggest scowl the world has ever seen, and he's shaking, "G—Go home! This is your cue to leave, you fuckin'—impolite, o-overstaying your welcome bastard!"

"Mm, nuh-uh. Don't think so," Izuku clings to him. He doesn't care, he's already used to Katsuki's antics. Izuku holds him close, hugs his arm and forces him to walk, leading them to Katsuki's bedroom. He softly pushes him onto the bed, and so Katsuki obediently falls down, and— Izuku throws himself at him with force that makes them both wince in pain, but other than that, they're cuddling the fuck out of each other in an instant, his silly Deku nuzzling into his neck and... and... fuck.

"Just... don't tease me. Not about this one thing," Katsuki sighs, tone serious and slightly insecure, "O—Okay?"

"Promise," Izuku murmurs, kissing his neck. He kisses him so softly, with affection that makes Katsuki's eyelids close gently, and shit, he could really just fall asleep here and now.

Until the little shit bites him, and he feels Izuku sucking his neck. Not just—once, to leave a faint mark. He sucks his soul out of him, picking so many spots, as if he couldn't find a favorite. Before he realizes, half of his neck is wet from the nerd's spit.

"'Zuku, what the hell? What'chu doin'?" Katsuki asks him sleepily, softly pulling him by the curls so that Izuku faces him and stops consuming his neck.

Izuku grins and lets out the softest chuckle Katsuki's ever heard. It sounds exactly like Izuku's curls feel against his fingertips, if that even makes any sense. It's just as soft. 

"Showing the world that you're mine."

Oh. Oh.

And so—Katsuki bares his neck once again, so damn eagerly, despite being already all marked, encouraging Izuku to do more, "Hell yeah. Don't—uh, don't hold back. Let's fucking show 'em."

Izuku nods, ever so eagerly, smiling into his neck, "Let's show them, Kacchan."

"I could—" He adds softly as Izuku proceeds to lick his skin, "Tattoo your name on my arm or some shit. We'd really show them then."

He notices how Izuku looks at him at that, trying to figure out whether he's serious or not. He scrunches his nose in this funny (adorable) way that Katsuki loves, which makes him sigh dreamily at the sight, and there's a big, toothy grin that appears on his face against his will.

"You're not serious, Kacchan," Izuku mutters, trying to figure him out, "...Right?"

"I mean—" He shrugs honestly, "If you are, why the fuck not."

"Kacchan!" Izuku seems shocked at the idea, eyeing him up as if he was seeing Katsuki for the first time, "Would you really tattoo my name on your... skin? That's permanent!"

"You're already deep under my skin, nerd. Wouldn't make much of a difference."

"K—Kacchan!"

"Jeez," He snickers, ruffling Izuku's curls, "Calm your damn horses. If that's too much for you, we can leak our sex-tapes instead."

"Kacchan! What even came over you tonight?" It's Izuku's turn to get shy, and he so is, covering his whole face with his palms and rolling around the bed like a teenage girl in love.

"Aw, you're just so fuckin' easy to tease, Izuku," Katsuki almost sneers, mocking his boyfriend as he forcefully uncovers Izuku's face, "Payback, bitch. For teasin' me earlier."

At that, Izuku huffs. He should've expected that; Izuku never gives up, especially not against Katsuki.

"Oh, really? Really, Kacchan?" Izuku nods, as if more to himself, "You know what? Okay. Okay. Sure. Please do leak our sex-tapes, go ahead. Let's show everyone how deep their favorite, tough, manly hero likes to take it up his ass. Mhm."

Oh. It has him gagged. "—Deku! Thin ice, nerd. Quit this shit."

"Why so angry, Kacchan? I just think that showing everyone how Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight likes to be railed is a great idea... you came up with it yourself, and your ideas are all great, no? Let's show 'em how prettily you've mastered sitting on my cock!"

He scoffs and shakes his head in disappointment, "Okay, fuck you, asshat."

"Kacchan, no. It's literally the other way around, you're the one getting fucked—"

And Katsuki—he only pulls Izuku into this deep, bruising kiss. Sometimes, you have to shut up your beloved nerd with your tongue, and sometimes is definitely now.

Nonetheless, he smiles into the kiss as Izuku eagerly cups his face, not letting it end even when they're almost out of breath.

Despite the teasing, he doesn't feel defeated anymore.

No, if anything—he feels at ease.

Tomorrow will be a new day.

Tomorrow, they'll leave the house and everything finally will be like it should. Everyone will know that Katsuki is Izuku's.

He falls asleep with a smile adorning his face, concerns already forgotten.

(Izuku still keeps kissing his neck from behind even when he's long asleep, holding him in a grip he wouldn't even dream of trying to untangle himself from).