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“Hey Deku. Your favorite hero is here.”
Izuku looks up from his desk, the afternoon air around him and the smell of lunch clear in the room. The windows are open causing the cold air to sweep in the class room. The light around is bright and the smaller teacher is shining brightly while sorting through papers as he greets his boyfriend.
“Really? Where’s All Might? I don't see him.” Izuku teases as he gets up from his spot. Katsuki moves as well, shutting the door behind him and walks towards his teacher boyfriend. His hero suit is vibrant as ever, hugging his muscles and body to show off.
Kastuki rolls his eyes. “Fuck you,” but it's affectionate.
He sets his bag on the side of Izuku’s desk and leans in for a kiss. He’s granted one but on the cheek. Clearly not what he wanted but it’s all he’s getting.
Izuku is professional.
He sits down on one of the kids desks, propping his feet up and leaning back getting comfortable.
“You really didn't have to do this Kacchan. Really.” Izuku states, crossing his arms and imitating the blond. It's a way of teasing him; shaking his chest to act cool– like dusting off– kicking his feet up on his desk, bringing his hands behind his head.
Deku finds himself funny.
The reason that Katsuki is visiting Izuku’s class for the day is because, as number four hero and Izuku’s boyfriend, to see how the kids are doing with their quirks and if there is any way he can help improve them. Also, both hero course classes are going to visit his agency in the next week so he's just here for his own fun.
Katsuki just wanted to have an excuse to see teacher Izuku at UA.
“Well, I wanted to Deku. Can’t change my mind easily. I’m here now, right? So show me what you usually do. Pretend I'm not here.”
“Easier said than done.” Izuku mumbles as he readjusts himself and starts moving papers around. He gets back into his flow of things, his lunch break only having thirty minutes left. He moves swiftly around the classroom, putting papers away here and there. He pouts, glancing towards Katsuki who is watching like a hawk, his stare burning a hole into Izuku– a stare Izuku knows all too well.
“Stop. It’s distracting.” Izuku says, a blush spreading across his freckled face. He stands up, his seat screeching behind him and his arms moving to grab hold of a stack of papers. “I’ll be right back. Don’t blow up my classroom. Okay?”
“Fine.” Katsuki huffs crossing his arms in a pout.
It’s like talking to a child.
“Be quick.”
Izuku leaves the room and Kastuki takes the chance to look around. It’s their old classroom: class 1-A. Katsuki walks around the room, running his hands at the desk and looking outside the windows to the hall. Kids are running around and walking to their next location. It brings him back to when he was a student there and all the things his friend group will come up with to mess with the teachers.
The door rolls open and it shows Izuku is back.
“Remeber when we threw Mr. Aizawa a surprise party here. Dunce face had one fucking job of makiing sure the lights were off when he walked in. He fucking blacked out the whole ass school”
Izuku laughs, closing the door, he strides up to Katsuki grinning that smile that always reaches his eyes. He sits down opposite of Katsuki on top of the desks, letting his legs swing back and forth while he listens to Katsuki talk about the many stories that happened in these halls.
“Denki tried his best. I didn't see you doing anything for the party.”
“I was busting my fucking ass to make sure those dumb extra didn’t spill about it.” Katsuki huffs, his eyes playful and amused with Izuku and his ridiculous claim.
“I don’t want to hear shit from you. He didn’t have a fucking clue about it and his face was priceless. A win in my book.” Katsuki finishes. His proud and petty grin fills up his face as he crosses his arms. Izuku laughs, throwing his head back and his legs swinging all cute and shit.
“I had to get the cake with Ochaco. The line was really long and we had to run back to the dorms before curfew.” Izuku muses happily. Katsuki hums in acknowledgement, his eyes trained on Izuku’s freckles— a subconscious routine to count them.
“She tripped up the stairs. I remember watching the cake go flying. Fucking hilarious.” Katsuki laughs out, eyes rolling in amused disbelief but his voice is fond and it is a funny memory even if Ochaco would beat your ass if you ever mention it.
“It must be her specialty since the cake she bought went flying for Tenya's birthday.” Izuku laughs under his breath, his shoulders shaking with amusement. Katsuki watches, trying his best to not get distracted and caught staring at his face.
“Why are you talking about a chick when I'm right here. Making me jealous.” Katsuki huffs— seeing as Izuku hasn't stopped laughing— getting up from his spot and walking over to Izuku. He situates himself in between Izuku legs and gets all up in his space. Izuku’s smile falters, a flash of surprise on his face but turns into an amused grin as Katsuki tilts his chin up.
“Kacchan? What are you doing?” Izuku says, remembering where he is and that he is a teacher in his classroom, only a few minutes until class starts.
“Admiring you.” Katsuki mumbles, tilting his chin left and right slowly, taking in all of Izuku’s facial features. His starry freckles, his big green eyes, his pretty little nose, his unruly hair, his kissable lips, his flushed cheeks.
Izuku lets him get five more seconds of staring before swatting his hand away, a blush prominent on his cheeks.
“...We can do that later.” Izuku grumbles. Setting a soft pace towards the white board. Taking a slow breath in and out to calm down his racing heart. He picks up the chalk, tapping the green surface, thinking before writing what he needs. Katsuki strides over, a pleasant grin on his face and making mental notes on what Izuku promised for later.
Katsuki hops on Izuku’s desk, bringing his legs up to wrap around Izuku’s waist. His small little slutty waist. And pulls him close.
“Kacchan.” Izuku warns. Katsuki lets go.
“We’ve done couso much shit around this school. Remember when we snuck out from the dorms and played around in the pool?” Katsuki says, letting his own legs swing around and lean back, letting his hands hold him up as he stares at Izuku’s back.
Izuku hums, his hands moving at a fast speed writing on the board.
Rapid Response & Combat Initiative
The last letter looked funny after Katsuki poked Izuku’s ass with his foot. A gasp leaving the smaller male's lips and his body turning sharply to face Katsuki who has looked away and started whistling.
“...yeah. We really should have checked for cameras. I can’t believe Mr. Aizawa had to talk to the class about it. Embarrassing.” Izuku says, squinting at Katsuki and turning back around after evaluating if it was safe or not.
Katsuki snorts at Izuku’s comment, his laugh radiating across the room at the old memories. “Can’t fucking belive we skinny dipped in that pool. We should do it again.” Katsuki says, getting up and pinning Izuku to the board. Izuku’s back still to Katsuki and he sighs, opening his mouth to speak.
“Kacchan—”
The door swings open and chatter fills the quiet room. It immediately dies down when faced with the startling picture they have in front of them. The worst part is Izuku has a student who is always vlogging. Even live streaming during lunch time and having her viewers walk her to her class. Izuku has even said ‘hello’ to the chat before and it ranked up in views since he’s known to be in a relationship with Pro Hero Dynamite.
Katsuki immediately takes a step back and in front of Izuku, shielding him as he glares down at the students. The kids are awestruck, frozen in place not knowing what they should do next.
“Oh my god…”
“You were right.”
“....It's Dynamite.”
Katsuki squints his eyes as he makes eye contact with a phone. “Are you fucking recording?"
The student scrambles to turn it off, immediately shouting an apology and turns the whole phone off. It would have been funny— it would— if Izuku wasn't dying from embarrassment. But it’s also not that he didn't do anything wrong, it was Katsuki who was getting touchy. He really should put a stop to Katsuki visiting his classroom every year.
“Everyone take a seat. The bell is going to ring soon.” Izuku's composed voice shines through and the students obey without a second thought, stumbling into their seats and making haste to not piss the angry pro hero again.
Izuku sighs a breath of relief for not letting his voice go thin and goes to shut the door after the last student, making sure to step on Katsuki’s boot as he passes by, glaring at the blonde who huffs in replay.
When Izuku returns to his usual spot— sitting at the front of his desk— he’s met with twenty curious stares. He lets the bell ring and watch Katsuki out of the corner of his eye lean against the wall to let him get the class started. He sends his class a reassuring smile before starting.
“Today we will be learning about Rapid Response & Combat Initiative. You have heard me talking about it before but now that we're in our second semester we can go more into depth. I have brought Pro Hero Dynamight to explain all about it. He specializes in combat and rapid response at his agency. We will be visiting his agency next week so I hope you all will look forward to it.”
Izuku then looks over to Katsuki who has pushed off the wall to introduce himself. Walking over at a steady pace to Izuku and leaning against his desk next to his boyfriend. His arms crossed in a serious position but Izuku knows that it's only half of a ruse to intimidate the kids.
“I’m Katsuki Bakugo, Pro hero Dynamight. I expect each and everyone of you to behave and not waste time while I'm here. Speed is important for a hero and my time is valuable. Although this is Deku’s class, I already think highly of you. Don’t make me question that.”
He makes eye contact with each child. Making sure that his point came across them all.
“Alright, here's what I want you all to memorize. Listen closely!” The students jolt, scrambling to an open page in their notes and listening intently. Katsuki ignores the soft smile that Izuku gives him and gives his instructions.
“This class isn’t about raw speed. It’s about the moment before action— The half-second where heroes either: freeze, hesitate, overthink, or move.”
A hand shoots up.
“Let me finish. Then questions.”
The hand falls back down and Katsuki continues.
“What I want you all to remember is: Firstly; See the threat. Second; Decide. And lastly; move. No spiraling, no perfect plans, no waiting for permission. You don’t have that luxury on the battlefield.”
The same hand shoots up.
“Can you really react that fast under pressure?” Blue hair and deep grey eyes. His hair is wavy, tied back into a small pony tail and a challenging smile on his face.
“I’ve got to. You will too. Don’t train slow; train like your life depends on it. Hesitation is a choice—and usually the worst one. We’ll work on that,” Katsuki responds. He turns to Izuku who's watching him and sits up straight now under the gaze of crimson eyes.
“ —That’s why Dynamite is here. We’ll be going out in the next ten or so minutes so give your full attention to him while he explains threat recognition.”
At that very moment the projector turns on and shines a diagram on the board. Izuku hops down from his place and pulls his chair out from behind his desk so he can sit down and see the screen. Katsuki takes over and slams his hands down on the desk. Only for dramatic effect.
““You have three seconds to identify the biggest threat. Go!”
The students, new to the fast pace that Katsuki is setting, are panicking.
“The villain.. uh…with the weapon!” A student shouts. Her hand shooting straight up and her brihgt pink hair falling on her shoulders. Her eyes cringing because of her stutter and slow reaction.
““You had it. Then you lost it. That pause? That’s what gets people crushed.”” Katsuki states but he gives her an encouraging nod. “Next? Who do you protect first?” His piercing gaze intimidating the class.
“Civilians near the explosion!” The boy with gills on his cheeks responded.
“Yes! Stop overthinking or you’re dead. Three seconds, not three minutes!” Katsuki says, a pleased smirk on his lips. He glances over to Izuku who seems to be whispering something to the nearest students.
“You better not be telling them the answers Deku.” He snaps. His usual scowl was replaced with an amused smirk at the boy.
Izuku laughs happily, shaking his head. “I was just saying how everyone should notice how heroes prioritize speed over hesitation. But you all should reflect afterward, that's where strategy comes in.” Izuku adds on and Katsuki hums in agreement.
“Alright. Next, Go!”
The students answer accordingly. They go through five other diagrams until Katsuki is satisfied with the answers. But until then, Katsuki shouts and teaches them the correct way of assensing any situation. Students scribble down notes and adjust to Katsuki’s speed, getting used to his angry behavior. Commeting all his words to memoery— You won’t have those notes on the battle field!
“Can you really decide in three seconds?”
“You will. Or you die trying. Train fast, train right.”
The first part wraps up and Izuku has them all getting their stuff ready so they can move outside for the next part of the lesson. As soon as the kids make sure that they can really speak their mind without interrupting anything important, it explodes.
“Midoriya sensei! Are you really going out with Dynimight?”
“You guys look really good together!”
“Midoriya sensei! I’m so sorry for live streaming!” The girl, Mika Hanabira who was holding the camera earlier apologizes, her voice carrying over the others who then fall silent. Izuku's mouth falls open in surprise but he closes it, smiling softly— putting a hand over the girl's shoulder, silently telling her to stand properly.
She sniffles, her face flushed with shame and her eyes glossy at ruining her favorite teacher's privacy.
“It’s okay Mika. It happens, I’m just grateful that you acted fast and turned it off. Me and Kacchan have been public for a while so it’s not exactly a surprise for others.” Izuku's words visibly relax the student, her smile returning to her face and her friends telling her that it’s okay now.
“If you really wanted a scandal you should have come in earlier.” Katsuki states. Waiting patiently at the door so they can leave.
The students eyes widen and snap towards their teacher whose face has gone flushed with embarrassment.
“Kacchan!” he snaps harshly, his eyes turn with a sharp stare. It jolts the blonde up right and his hands fall to the side with fear. He looks away grumbling, becoming the student's door stop as they pile out under Izuku’s orders.
“Yeah. Sorry.” he mumbles, causing the students to quietly laugh at how easily he apologized. It has Izuku breaking into a small teasing grin.
They go out on the field, the students chatting happily with the pro hero and getting the most out of the special guest. They squeeze any last question out of him before the drill starts.
It’s small warm ups at first, stretching and some exercises to get their blood pumping. Izuku and Katsuki set up smoke machines and obstacle courses to throw the students off. They add mock civilians to the set up so they can get used to the upcoming drill.
The first drill is what Izuku called, Instinct Only, ready with his clipboard and eyes trained on the students and their reaction time. Izuku ignores how his phone is buzzing in his pocket, teaching a class giving him a good excuse to not see what the many incoming messages could be about. Katsuki explains the drill, students face multiple fake villains. The time limit is thirty seconds. No talking. No pausing. No redo. They start and Katsuki calls out mistakes as they happen, not after.
““Too slow. Move!”
“Wrong target!”
“You hesitated. Again!”
Katsuki catches a student about to misstep, grabs their arm, and redirects them. His fast action helped the student to not fall on his face and eat dirt. It has the other students watch eagerly waiting for their turn and notice what they should improve on.
“You see how a second too slow can cause the civilians to lose their life and harm your own?” Izuku notes next to his students. They nod attentively, eyes switching from the pro hero to their teacher.
“Alright, who's next?”
The class ends after the second and final drill, and they head back to the class room to gather their things after a reflection and debrief about how to put all the things they learned into action for the future— They enter the classroom with happy chatter and grinning faces. Izuku beamed brightly after a successful class, Katsuki nudging him with a stupid grin, Izuku returning it.
“That’s all for today everyone! Say thank you to Dynamite for joining us. Any questions before the bell rings?” Izuku states in obvious high spirits.
“Who asked who out?!” Ayaka Fushimi asks loudly, her voice attracting others to start asking questions. Katsuki shushes them before it gets worse. “Kacchan asked me out.” Izuku giggles, his bright smile blinding Katsuki who’s just waiting for that bell to ring so he can get Izuku and him out of here.
“When?!”
“How long have you been dating?!”
“Have you ever thought that villains can use your relationship to their advantage?”
That question caught Katsuki’s attention, his face turning to an amused-surprised expression. Izuku turns to Katsuki, letting him answer it. “Deku knows how to protect himself. He’s your teacher for fuck’s sake. He has the fastest response time out of the both of us, so make sure you put in the practice to learn not to hesitate kids. That way you can beat Deku.”
The students seem satisfied by that answer, letting the bell ring and everyone piling out, ready to end the school day.
Everyone has left except one, the influencer girl. “Midoriya Sensei! Again I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you and Dynamite." She apologizes again. Izuku scrambled to stand up, having swung his legs happily answering questions on top of his desk before the bell rang.
“Mika, sure it could have gone better but it just proves recording has its time and place. Also Kacchan and I have half the blame. I should have told him off the first time.” Izuku mumbles the last part, earning a huff from Katsuki who has started to pack up his bag and Izuku’s for him.
“It’s all right between us okay? You should hurry back to the dorms, it’s Tuesday so that means Nishikawa is making banana muffins. Make sure to get yourself one for the both of us alright?” Izuku says, sending her one of his classic smiles that reassures and cheers people up.
The girl takes off, waving a goodbye to Katsuki as well and just like that, the classroom is empty besides Izuku and Katsuki.
“We should go Deku—” Katsuki could barely get his words out when he’s hit on his chest by Izuku. It shouldn't have hurt but Izuku is stronger than people think. Always working out and even having Eijirio has a gym buddy who he goes minimum twice a week with. Katsuki clutches the place that Izuku hit, glances upwards to see if it's safe and finds a pleased looking Izuku who has grabbed onto his bag and kicked his shins, walking out of the classroom.
Katsuki walks out wordlessly, watching as Izuku locks up the classroom and heads over to the staff room. He gives him space to cool down, having caused enough trouble for the poor teacher. Katsuki waits outside, watching students come and go— staring at him, and his old professors who strike up a conversation as Izuku takes his time.
He’s able to free himself from a long boring conversation with Vlad King as Izuku walks out, his wide eyes locking with Katsuki and grins. They're good now.
Izuku whisks Katsuki away and they walk down the hall, hand in hand. Katsuki squeezes Izuku’s hand and he does it back. They climb into Izuku’s car, the one Katsuki got him for his 23rd birthday. Izuku couldn't stop crying at the huge gift when he’s the one who got Katsuki his favorite motorcycle a few years back.
Katsuki takes the wheel, decides that his bike is gonna be fine on UA grounds for the night and hops on the road. One hand on the wheel and the other on Izuku’s inner thigh. The freckled-faced man found Katsuki’s hand on his leg and squeezed it. Izuku takes the chance to look at his messages, having pointedly not looked at his phone after the whole fiasco. He sees many unread messages—
[ Ocha 12:50 PM ]
IZUKU
WHY ARE YOU ON THE NEWS
BAKUGO NEEDS TO LEARN TO KEEP IT IN HIS PANTS
IZUKU
[ Ocha 1:23PM ]
Shoto and Tenya texted
They wanted to know what happened
IZUKU ANSWER
PLEASE
[ Ocha 2:40 PM ]
IZUKUUUUU
[ Izu 3:37 PM ]
I should kick him out of the house shouldn't I?
[ Ocha 3:37 PM ]
DAMN RIGHT
Izukuuuu people are talking about you and your relationship with himmmm
Is everything alright with you?
It was one of your students that got it on camera right?
[ Izu 3:38 PM ]
Yeah
It's fine over here
Where heading home now
[ Ocha 3:39 PM ]
Okay that's good
Give him a good punch for me okay?
[ Izu 3:40 PM ]
Already did
[ Ocha 3:40 PM ]
Tell him to sleep with one eye open
[ Izu 3:41 PM ]
Yes ma’am
“Ochaco says to sleep with one eye open. It seems she's gonna find you in your sleep.” Izuku tells Katsuki. He gets a short huff of a laugh in return. “Tell that bitch to keep her hands off you. She babies you too much.”
Izuku gives him a look.
He returns back on his phone and sees that Shoto and Tenya did in fact text. He returns a short reply to Tenya, telling him that it's all under control. He always finds it funny how the taller man texts in large messages to get the point across. Katsuki says— It’s like reading a damn essay. Lastly, he checks on Shoto, only having texted three times unlike Ochaco and Tenya.
[ Shoto 1:03 PM ]
I saw the news.
Is everything okay?
Call me Izuku.
Izuku smiles and presses the call button, holding it up to his ear. Katsuki glances over, squeezing his thigh to know what he's up to. “Who you calling?” Izuku smiles over at him, the call picking up.
“Shoto!”
“Hello Izuku.” Shoto’s voice, calm as always.
“You sound alright. Are you with Bakugo now?” he asks. Izuku hums in reply. “Mm-mh. He’s driving me home. What are you doing right now?”
Katsuki glances over, curious about what they are talking about, “Hey. Put it on speaker.” Izuku glances over, contemplates the idea and does as he’s told. “You're on speaker now Sho.”
“Hello Bakugo. You caused us quite the scare when we saw the news.” Katsuki scoffs. “Not as much when you and Tape-Arms went public. That was a whole ass fucking jump scare.”
“Shoto, where are you now? At your agency?" Izuku asks, interrupting Katsuki.
“No. I’m in a meeting.”
“What?! Shoto! You can’t skip out on those! What are you doing?! Go back! I’m hanging up.”
“Izuku it’s fine. You should tell your dear boyfriend that. He skipped out on the same one today to drive you home.” Izuku snaps over to Katsuki whose eyes are straight on the road in front of them.
“Kacchan” Izuku warns, his voice coming out in a whine as he glares at the blond.
“It’s fine Deku. Bird-face sent me the files of the meeting earlier. I’ll read through it tonight.”
“Katsuki you fucker! You can’t just skip out!”
It’s Hanta.
“Babe, here. Your tea.” Hanta’s voice is relaxing to hear, his tone always sounding so confident when he speaks. “Thanks.”
“You're skipping out right now Tape-Arms! Worry about your own shit!”
“Here, we were thinking you were doing something productive, but instead we see you on the news fucking UA staff. The girls are going crazy talking about you. Mina and Kyoka are going to have your head on Saturday. We're inviting ourselves over by the way. We won’t come empty handed so don’t worry.”
“I wasn't," Katsuki grumbles. “And we weren’t fucking. Deku forbid me from doing anything on campus." Katsuki snaps, he squeezes Izuku’s thigh again causing the smaller boy to squirm in his seat.
“It was the clothes, wasn't it Katsuki. They sure look sexy when they're working. Can’t even imagine Shoto in a suit. Fuck.”
Izuku looks over to Katsuki. His eyes had closed slightly, probably agreeing to what Hanta was saying and trying to convince himself otherwise. Izuku nudges him and Katsuki squeezes again. A giggle escaped the smaller boy’s lips.
“Should I change my hero costume to a suit?” Shoto’s voice comes through a little quieter but still picks up. His question brought a small laugh out of Izuku. They must be whispering to each other. “Please don't, I won't be able to function.”
“Whore.”
“Hey! Did you already forget what you did a few hours ago? Deku don’t you dare give in to Katsuki. He doesn't deserve it. Run away and come live with us, we’ll treat you like our child. That sounds fun right?” There's a hum by Shoto and laughter from Izuku. His freckled face scrunching up as sounds leave his lips. Katsuki squeezes Izuku, nudging him to say something or else he’s going to take over.
“As much as that would be fun. I need Kacchan to work. He’s a good motivator."
“Right. Forgot you have a controlling kink where Katsuki pushes you around. I guess we’ll try next time, right baby?” Another hum by Shoto and Izuku’s face flushes. His lips part in surprise and his eyes dart everywhere before landing on Katsuki’s. “What—”
“Hey fucker. Leave my boyfriend alone. Keep talking and we’ll see how you like to be taped up on a ceiling.” Katsuki snaps, his hand grabbing Izuku’s wrist and yanking the phone right to his mouth so his voice can be clearly heard from the other side— he gotta make sure his point gets across.
“Oooo. Scary~”
“Deku. Give me their location”
A scream can be heard perfectly and a low laugh clearly from Shoto who's listening from the sidelines safely.
“Shoto, are you doing anything tomorrow?” Izuku says, changing the course of the conversion.
“No.” he answers, so Izuku continues. “Should we meet at your agency? Or at the cafe? Oh! Do you want to come over?” Izuku asks happily and Katsuki and Hanta fall quiet, letting their lovers chat with each other.
“It depends if Bakugo is in the mood of having people over at his home.”
“He will.” Izuku confirms, sending a cheeky smile over to Katsuki and the tone can be heard through the phone which makes the blond roll his eyes— he knows that he lost.
“Oh shit. Sounds like you're getting lucky tonight, Katsuki. Share some of that luck for the rest of us. Shoto has been working over time for too fucking long.” Hanta complains and an audible huff comes from the other side which is Shoto. Izuku can already imagine Shoto pouting— that rare expression that he only makes when Hanta is part of the conversation.
“Yeah, we’ll see," Izuku says, winking over at Katsuki who gladly takes it. “But you guys really should be heading back to work. Did you skip out on the whole meeting or just to take the call?”
Hanta whistles in the back and Shoto takes over the call again. “Just to take the call. I’ll see you tomorrow Izuku?” Shoto says, the conversation finding a route to end. “Yeah! Bye Shoto, see you. Bye Hanta.”
“Byeee.” Hanta’s hollers from his side. “Bye Izuku. Bye Bakugo.”
The call drops.
“...I’m getting lucky tonight?” Katsuki asks, punching the gas as soon as the light turns green.
“Mm-hm. Like I said— We’ll see.”
“I’ll behave Deku so kiss me as soon as we get home.” Katsuki says, bringing his hand from the dangerous high up placement to a more respectable spot on Izuku’s thigh.
Izuku blushes. “Expect more than a kiss.”
Katsuki’s body bangs the wall within the first step inside their cozy home. Izuku catches Katsuki opening his mouth and kissing him like the world will end in the next minute. He slides his tongue in and out and all around Katsuki. The blond finally regaining his senses pushes back and over powers the freckled boy. His hands now roaming the smaller body— sliding dangerously up and undoing the dark green tie that matches his boyfriend’s unruly hair.
They kiss and grind against each other. Gasps and groans leaving their mouths. It feels like the fire that they didn't know was ignited early this afternoon has been set ablaze. Their bodies feel hot wherever their hands leave— It’s intoxicating.
“Kacchan—The— Ah! Door….ngh.”
Katsuki grunts, pulling away from Izuku’s mouth but still keeping their bodies tangled. His hands move fast and Izuku is in the air in a matter of seconds. He’s being thrown up into Katsuki’s arms and brought close as Katsuki carries him like a baby, chest to chest. His strong arms holding up Izuku’s thick thighs, his legs wrapping around the blonde's small waist.
He hums into Katsuki’s neck, making his mouth busy and sucking at the tan skin turning into a flush red. He hears the slam of the door and the lock click. He hears the thump thump of shoes being kicked off and he does too— he pushes the thought of how pissed Katsuki gets when the shoes look messy— that's not what’s important right now.
Katsuki is back on the move.
They’re back to kissing, mouth open and exploring each other. Deep crimson eyes burn into Izuku’s big green ones. There out of the hallway and into their living room. They passed that plant that Eijiro gave them as a house warming gift many years back. They pass that damn mirror that they used for sex many times. Katsuki plops Izuku on their couch.
Katsuki decides that they are having sex now.
As soon as they part, Izuku whines, feeling empty and shoots his hands towards his blazer—it’s his top priority, making him feel suffocated and needs to be off right this fucking second.
Katsuki is back on him, pinning him down and ripping a moan from Izuku’s wet lips— having discovered his nipples through the white fabric. He flicks them in a way that has Izuku’s back arching and his eyes fluttering shut. He twists them and pulls at the pretty pink buds— they go hard under the stimulation as Izuku lips part as little noises drool out of him.
“Kacchan—Ah! My-ngh…Wait! –My dick!..Please…Touch it!” His words trailing out to a moan, Katsuki having found that sweet spot of Izuku on his neck. Sucking and licking the same way that Izuku was doing before for him. He pauses, giving Izuku the sweet pleasure of having to catch a breath and sits up, his hands roaming south.
They fall onto Izuku’s pretty cock, still covered with boxers and very erect. Izuku brings his hands up to his mouth, trying to control his moans— His round big eyes hazy and lips wet, glistening beautifully. His white bottom up shirt hangs loose around him, wrinkled around his nipples since Katsuki doesn't know the word decency and used the fabric to his advantage to tease Izuku. What catches Katsuki’s attention is the drenched patch at the very top of Izuku’s head. The fabric can’t even stop the slick that has accumulated in that spot, causing his boxers to turn a shade darker from the dewyness of his pre-cum.
Katsuki smirks dangerously, bringing one hand to lay flat on Izuku’s chest— holding him down so he won’t try anything as he’s stranded laying down on the grey couch. He brings his other hand to lewdly start playing with Izuku’s tip, his finger circling slow and menacing circles. The sound that comes from it is erotic.
Katsuki rumbles, his voice turning low and seductive, “You hear this Deku? This is how wet you got for me.”
“Yes! Yes-please Kacchan. Take them off…! Please! Touch me harder! — I need–ngh–more…!” Izuku’s voice turned desperate and whiney for more. His voice is thin and bouncing off the off-white walls that Katsuki and Izuku painted when they first moved in. His hands grab hold of Katsuki’s wrist, trying his best to get it off of him so he can take action to touch himself properly.
Katsuki leans in, right up to Izuku’s needy ear and nibbles at. He watches as it turns a pretty pink and gets close. “Let’s see how much more wet you can get.”
Katsuki brings his head down to Izuku’s crotch causing a gasp to leave Izuku’s touch starved mouth. His brain thinks faster than his words can process and all that comes out is gibberish as Katsuki licks and covers Izuku’s concealed cock in his damp mouth.
It has Izuku screaming, trashing, as Katsuki holds him down and gives him sloppy head. Blow jobs are Izuku’s thing— having Katsuki’s fat cock to practice on— always on the giving end for it. So being on the receiving end for once… Shit. Katsuki’s tempting eyes are piercing into him as he reveals his dripping cock and deep throats him. It’s to fucking much for Izuku to handle.
“Kacchannn…!”
Izuku cums desperately, hands flying everywhere to hold onto something, anything, until settling on Katsuki’s blonde hair. His eyes dazed and mouth open—caught on a moan. He’s practically seeing stars. His body feels weak with pleasure and there's a nice sting that is flowing though him. He moans in reply as Katsuki lifts his head, grinning towards Izuku and letting the boy’s cum fall from the corner of his lips. The scene jolts something in Izuku and he’s sitting up, being the fussy boyfriend that he is, and rushing to tell Katsuki to spit it out.
“We both know that you’d swallow in an instant. I’m returning the favor.” Katsuki says in between kisses. Moving Izuku into his lap and having the smaller boy stand a little taller on his knees— the perfect distance from Katsuki’s face to Izuku’s pretty pink nipples.
Katsuki dives back into it, his mouth busy around erect flushed buds and his fingers fighting for their life in Izuku’s mouth. Izuku is a vocal person. Vocal. His mouth running on a high after his first orgasm being so mind blowing.
“Kacchan– please— no more—ngh–Ah! –Ahh—shit—Fuck! So good… so–so–so…mmhh—Kacchan!”
“You sound so dangerous. Izuku.” Katsuki growls, ripping his fingers from Izuku’s mouth and plunging them deep into him. The heat that covers Izuku’s entire body is overwhelming. His mouth dropped in a scream but nothing came out. Nothing came out. Izuku gasps, breathless and slow to what is happening to his body. His head wrapped around one thing and it’s Kacchan. Katsuki.
When he looks down, Katsuki has wrapped his entire hand around his slick and spasming cock— unable to release. Izuku’s voice breaks into a cry, his entire body jerking slightly unable to cum, and he breaks down. “Kacchan what? — How could—ngh. Haaa— why? I was about—”
Tears wheel up in his eyes, covering his green eyes with a glossy shine. They form tiny puddles in the corner of his beautiful deep eyes and it brings something out of Katsuki. Overwhelmed with this new feeling, Katsuki dives back down to Izuku’s chest, ignoring the other’s thin whining. He bites, licks, flicks, pinch and gives Izuku the benefit of the doubt when his hair gets yanked back alongside his whole head — he won’t be surprised if there's a bald spot (he’d be pissed).
“Kacchan give—ah, fuck! — me, ngh— a break!” Izuku’s angry panting makes Katsuki hold him tight, bringing him in a hug, nuzzling his face into Izuku’s white bottom up— it's practically see-though now with how drenched it is.
They take a small break, sitting— or in Izuku’s case, knelling— for a while in each other’s presence. Katsuki listens to Izuku’s heart beat, his ear on his chest and feeling the beat hard against his ear. Thump. Thump. Thump. It’s a rhythm that sinks into his bones, reminding him just how real this is.
“...Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice sounds rough and they haven't even gotten to the fun part— maybe they should stop…
“Yes…?”
Izuku goes silent and Katsuki looks up, resting his chin on Izuku’s chest. Burning red crimson eyes meet deep green ones. Izuku looks down, the angle from Katsuki’s point of view giving him an adorable double chin. Katsuki purses his lips to suppress laughter and not ruin the mood. Izuku catches it, cupping Katsuki’s face and squints his eyes at him. “...what is it?”
Katsuki sputters a laugh, stifling it by bringing his own hand up and guiding Izuku’s hand over his mouth, kissing it. “You look cute baby.”
Izuku’s whole body flushes a deep red, and it has Katsuki laughing, burying his face into Izuku’s beautiful hands.
“I’m serious.”
Katsuki’s whole face is smashed into Izuku’s slick stomach.
Izuku doesn't know who to believe— his intuition or the word of his boyfriend
“Yeah okay— I believe you.” Izuku states, choosing the latter. His words sound a little distant and Katsuki doesn't know why until he starts shifting around, slowly moving his hips down.
His goal: Katsuki’s cock.
Katsuki, figuring it out, lets out a deep hum, his voice rumbling and changing the mood in an instant. Izuku gasps as Katsuki squeezes the curves of Izuku’s waist. Both hands settled there. Izuku, already knowing what is coming, braces for impact.
Knowing doesn’t make the real thing any easier and Katsuki’s big fat cock is slammed into Izuku’s tight little hole. The scream that tears from Izuku’s throat fills up the quiet house and strikes Katsuki’s body down to his toes.
An overwhelming surge pushes up, as if all control that was holding him back has let loose and Katsuki pounds into Izuku. He stuffs him with his cock and moans at how tight it is. So good. The rings of muscle are so prominent and his dick throbs as it squeezes him. He can only imagine what that pink little asshole looks like filled with him—
Katsuki contemplates getting up and using the mirror near the entrance.
“Kacchan–Hngh…fas—ah! Faster– Ah! AH!.”
God. Katsuki sure loves it when he begs. Before Izuku can comprehend what is happening, Katsuki’s hand shifts into a higher hold and he’s slammed right back down onto that hard cock. The sound of slap slap slap is lewd — it has Izuku in a chokehold with how much he enjoys it.
“Deku, you close?” A moan rips from Izuku’s mouth as a response. He uses all the brain power to look down at his bouncing body to see Katsuki slowly letting go of his weeping dick— His fingers teasing it, one by one loosening. It looks so flushed— so overstimulated and Izuku thinks at the back of his head if that’s what his ass is looking like as well.
“Cum with me Izuku.” He screams— raw and shaking. Izuku feels, numbly, the strong hold that Katsuki makes around his body as they push closer to orgasam. With a trembling drive of strength, he finds himself cupping Katsuki’s face towards him so they can both watch each other. It only needed one more hearty thrust to Izuku’s prostate— Katsuki watches the way Izuku’s face scrunches up, his eyes unfocused and wet lips parting to get everything out. Everything.
In a matter of seconds, Katsuki is coming too— spilling everything inside of Izuku and filling him up to the brim with his seed. The gasp that leaves Izuku— the squeeze he made around Katsuki’s cock— has him choking a moan out of Katsuki. Wrenching a hiss at his lips at how amazing Izuku is. At how perfect it feels in him.
They pant while holding each other. Both trying their best to catch their breath after such heated activities. Only their hard breathing could be heard throughout the house. Then their eyes lock and it feels like the spinning has been put to a fast halt. Izuku lets out a hoarse giggle, his arms wrapped around Katsuki’s neck pushing them together in need of a kiss.
Katsuki complies, a breathy moan slipping from his mouth as they slide together. They explore each other inside and out— Katsuki having the nerve to find Izuku’s nipples again. He lets the teasing go after a whine leaves Izuku at the overstimulation and moves to pinching his ass— squeezing it.
They hold each other warmly, reminiscing on the high energy moment and hooked in the strong embracing kiss. The sounds of sucking and whines fill the atmosphere— Katsuki had desperately grasped the back of Izuku's head, pulling at his green hair and Izuku rolling his hips.
The movement has Katsuki hissing. “Shit. Deku.”
He pulls apart from Izuku, licking his bottom lip with an attractive grin. He kisses Izuku’s forehead, his sticky lips leaving an imprint to Izuku’s sweaty forehead. “So good.” He purrs.
“One more?” Izuku asks, his beautiful green eyes and freckly face looking at Katsuki with an incriminating innocent look.
“No baby. You have school tomorrow bright and early.” He has too much self control— but he still looks away, not meeting Izuku’s gaze because he knows he’ll fold. Izuku huffs and presses a big fat kiss to Katsuki’s cheek.
“Okay Kacchan.”
“C’mon I’ll clean you up.”
He does and it's sweet and thoughtful, even if Katsuki’s grumpy self returns after Izuku decides that he can walk and trips over his own legs— Katsuki catching him. It's precious the time they have together and there's no better way than making memories so when Izuku asks Katsuki to join him— he doesn’t hesitate.
Kacchan carries him back to bed, letting Izuku play with his fingers as they enter their bedroom.“Kacchan I can walk.” He can’t.
“I am carrying you to the fucking bed and tucking you in, even if it’s the last thing I do Deku. Stop whining.” Izuku complies, even at the harsh words because he knows how much Katsuki cares for him and that the littlest things make his heart swell with pride that they are dating.
Izuku lands onto the bed with an oof and giggles happily as Katsuki tucks him, making sure no cold can get in in any crevices. By the end of wrapping him in— checking if the low temperature can reach Izuku— he's been turned into a living burrito and smoothed by Katsuki as he jumps on him, wrapping his strong arms around him and pulling him in close. Izuku is turned into a little spoon as Katsuki rests his chin on his head.
“You hungry?”
“What time is it?”
“That’s not an answer.”
Izuku counters, “that's not an answer either.”
Katsuki challenges Izuku, pulling them apart so they can see each other face to face. Izuku’s freckles flushed in a comforting way and his hair newly dried by his very own boyfriend. Katsuki’s blonde hair returns to its usual spikes after drying it as well and his sharp jaw setting as Izuku doesn't break under his gaze.
“...I guess.” Izuku states after a few minutes of silence, his voice comes out in a whine and looks away, embarrassed. So he is starving. Should have said something earlier (Katsuki wasn't letting Izuku even speak with how hard he was pounding him).
“Alright.” The human wrapped burrito was lifted into the air.
Izuku squeals, his bubbliness shining as Katsuki carries him to the kitchen island and sits him on one of the stools— he ignores the way the blankets fall to the ground when Izuku is sat, he cleans the floors on a regular basis so it should be fine.
“Kacchan, pass me my phone please?” Izuku asks from his spot, readjusting so he’s wrapped nicely on the seat and he can’t slip out. Katsuki hums a replay as he walks over to the living room and fishes Izuku’s phone out from his pants pocket. Giving them to the freckled man as he passed by and planting a kiss to his forehead, starting up the stove and washing his hands before getting started.
Izuku hums as he opens it up, noticing the banners of Dynamite News filling his email. He goes to open it seeing that some news articles had linked the live stream of his student on it. Pressing on it, he glances at how many views it has gotten, Katsuki having a huge fanbase because of his looks, and cringes at how many zeros there are.
He moves the timestamp farther up and lands around to where he was supposed to be shown. He lets the video roll— intrigued— and hums as Katsuki comes up from behind the counter to his side, rest his chin on top of Izuku’s head as he watches too—
“Today we have a special guest apparently—” Mika Hanabira explained to the camera. Her bright features illumining the dark hallway they were passing through.
“Yeah! I heard Aizawa Sensei and Midoriya Sensei talking about it earlier.” Hana Takahashi, Mika’s best friend interrupts her. She gets a nudge from Hanabira and sticks her tongue out towards her.
“I wonder who it is….” Rei Nakamura says walking beside them. Her eyes winked at the camera, a shy smile but bold stare into the phone.
“I bet it’s Shoto. Isn’t he best friends with Midoriya Sensei?” Takahashi says excitedly. They turn the corner, finding the rest of the class leaning against the wall waiting for the bell to ring before going in.
“No. I’m guessing it's Dynamite. They are dating aren’t they?” Hiroto Suzuki says speaking up from his spot with his friend group. The guy happily waved at the camera and pulled Takahashi closer to him. They’re dating.
“WHAT?!” Takahashi yelled at her boyfriend. Shock over her face.
“WHERE DID YOU HEAR THAT?!” Hanabira says, her face mirroring her best friend’s.
“It was all over the news when we were younger… We should ask.” Suzuki says awkwardly, all attention going on him.
“Guys the bell is going to ring, let's go in.” Shingo Kaneko says, pulling Suzuki away from his girlfriend and putting his middle finger up at her. She retaliates by pulling him back— it’s they’re usual bickering over the guy.
“We should ask Midoriya Sensei after class—” Hanabira stops in her tracks. The phone is pointed towards the door, having shown her opening it. In front of her is hero Dynamite, pinning down her teacher and whispering in his ear with a teasing smirk and Midoriya Sensei with a fond grin, his eyes rolling away from the man and jerking towards the door. Red crimson eyes snap towards the door, his eyes menacing and alert at the intrusion.
They’re all frozen, the students stunned.
“Oh my god…”
“You were right.”
“....It's Dynamite.”
They watch as Dynamite takes a step forwards, shielding Midoriya and walks towards them. His eyes squint at the students and glare down at them until settling on the camera itself. “Are you fucking recording?"
Hanabira acts fast, “I'm so sorry!”
The camera flipping back to her panicked face, her eyes darting everywhere to turn it off. The students behind her having been shown as well their attention scattering not knowing where to look at— until the audio has cut out and the screen goes black.
[ BloomingMika has ended the livestream ]