Fall break had ended as quickly as it had came, students reluctantly dragging their feet back into class on the first morning back.

Their next break would be in the winter but not until after exams, which was such a stressful time in any student's life.

"Hey Deku, can you please help me with studying sometime?" Uraraka's eyes looked determined, she placed her hands onto her friend's desk, breaking him away from his train of thought as he looked over whatever assignment he was working on, "With exams coming up I'm starting to really worry about my performance." At this last statement a small frown drew on her lips.

"Of course I'll help you," Deku smiled up at her, "I'm really worried about exams myself."

The thought of exams brought a wave of uneasiness between the two of them, Uraraka shuddering as she lifted her hands from the desk to wrap around her own body.

"Maybe we could get a study group together?" She suggested, looking around the classroom as other students talked among themselves quietly, "I know Yaoyorozu would probably be happy to help and she is SUPER smart. Plus Todoroki seems like he might be really be helpful and willing to help out too."

Deku followed her gaze around the room, biting his bottom lip in thought. Bakugo also performed well academically, but he would never have the patience to work with a large group. As Izuku was thinking this his eyes had rested on the other boy in question, not noticing what he was doing until the familiar set of red eyes met his own.

Suddenly he couldn't breath, another feeling of unease washed over him as Izuku and Katsuki held their gaze for a little longer.

Katsuki was the first the break the gaze, looking toward Kirishima who had walked up to him slammed a book down on his desk muttering something under his breath.

Once the staring contest had ended he looked back towards Uraraka, "A study group sounds like a good idea. Maybe we could get together a couple times a week in the common area?"

Some days it was easy to ignore his feelings, but other days his emotions were suffocating.

In the back of his mind Deku kept telling himself that these "encounters" with Kacchan would have to end. It wasn't healthy. Nothing about their relationship was ever healthy.

Deku wasn't stupid, and Kacchan wasn't either.

How was all this going to end up? Would they keep meeting up with one another with sexual intentions? How long would this last? Someone would find out and if that happened. . .

This needed to end.

Just these thoughts alone gave Izuku more anxiety on top of the exams and hero training.

The following weeks were spent studying, going over all of the information from the semester, trying to process the vast amounts of content that they had gone over in just a couple months.

The class of A-1 worked together, helping on another but also trying hard to push themselves to the max. It was obviously taking a toll on them, as every day that passed more and more of the students would have a look of exhaustion on their face. The exams looming over them.

It was midnight.

The halls of class A-1's dorm were dead silent.

Most students were asleep, but you could see light spilling under the doors of some of the rooms, as some of night owls tried to get more studying in or tried to finish their homework.

Midoriya was among these night owls, the only light on in his room was the one on the desk he was sitting on. Madly he scribbled onto his papers, making more notes to study from, trying to pull out anything he may have overlooked, soaking in everything his education could offer.

His eyes were heavy, but he knew he could stretch his time just a little longer before he passed out for the night.

There was very faint knock on his door, but Deku didn't hear it over the sound of his own muttering, zoned in what he was studying and not thinking anything of his surroundings.

Another knock, a tad louder this time.

Deku snapped his eyes toward the door as his body jumped, swearing he heard the knock but he thought maybe he was just hearing things? There was no way anybody would come to him this late at night.

A louder knock made Deku launch out of his chair, panic washing over him, afraid if the knocks got louder they would wake up the rest of his classmates on the floor.

Swinging the door open his crazy wide eyed look was met with a look annoyance from none other then Katsuki Bakugo.

The blond pushed his way into Izuku's dorm room, not waiting for an invitation, not saying a word.

Deku was already on the edge to begin with, but he was just about to lose his nerve at this sudden visit from someone who was the root of a lot of his stress.

Before snapping at his unexpected visitor Izuku closed his door softly, pressing his back up against it to face Katsuki.

"We can't keep this up," Deku spoke softly, running a hand through his crazy green hair, eyes cast downward.

"I honestly don't care."

At this response Deku's face twisted into something of mild annoyance, eyes now meeting with Kacchan's.

"What the fuck are we even doing, Kacchan?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, hoping the walls were thick but never having really tested them before.

Bakugo's body was relaxed, like Midoriya he was wearing his nightware, which was a tight black tank top and low riding sweat pants, exposing some of his middriff.

The school uniforms never did anybody justice.

"Listen, nerd." Bakugo walked back toward Deku, slowly, he almost looked minacing as if he was about to beat the shit out of the smaller boy, "Don't flatter yourself."

Two hands grabbed at Izuku's wrists, pinning him against the door, the grip was alarmingly tight.

Deku hardly had any energy or motivation to fight against this sudden assult, not even sure why Kacchan thought he could barge into Deku's room in the middle of the night anyway.

"You think you have any control over this situation?" Katsuki leaned forward, whispering into Izuku's ear, a smirk came to his pale features.

Goosebumps travled down Izuku's spine, "I-I'd like to think I do." He moved his head away from Katsuki as much as he could, feeling the grip on his wrists start to burn.

Kacchan must have been angry at him, but it took Deku a few moments to realize why.

It must have been because Deku was about to reject him. Katsuki must have felt the same way, he must have known in the back of his mind that they would have to cut this off. But maybe he was also in denial? But why?

The heat on his wrists became unbearable, "Kacchan!" Deku hissed out in pain, wiggling under the pressure, he used every ounce of strength he had to push Bakugo away.

Bakugo backed away, he looked so pissed he could have made the whole room explode.

They both stood there in silence, eyes locked onto one another as they waited for the next move.

Deku's wrists throbbed, his heart beating madly in fear.

Bakugo walked back up to Deku, his glare still piercing, as he placed a hand on the back of Deku's neck, tangling his fingers into some of the green locks, pushing Deku forward.

Thier lips met, but instead of complying like he always did Izuku quickly broke the kiss.

This needed to end. They couldn't keep doing this.

"Deku," Katsuki growled, thier faces still close.

Izuku allowed his eyes to meet Katsuki's again.

It felt like they were going in circles.

"Kacchan, we can't keep this up." Deku was pleading, begging, trying to reason with his peer. There was no way this would end well so why should they keep putting off the inevitable.

Katsuki kept his grip on Izuku, at these words he didn't budge. Izuku was like a broken record player.

"Fine."

The metaphorical pen dropped and Izuku could hear it echo into the depths of his brain.

Bakugo released his hand from Midoriya's hair, pulling his body away.

Reverse psychology was a bitch.

Before Katsuki could back away any further Izuku grabbed his hand.

"Wait. . . Just. . One more."

The thought of never touching Katsuki again. The thought of pretending this never happened. The longer Izuku dwelled on it the more it hurt.

Bakugo was there for the night, even if they decided this was the last time, the could still go out with a bang, right?

"Since you are already here. . . I guess we could. . " Izuku trailed off, at first he had looked Katsuki in the eyes but quickly cast them to the floor, gripping onto Katsuki's hand tight.

"Make up your FUCKING MIND, DEKU?!" Izuku could feel the hand tense up, Kacchan's voice snapped, "I know this little game can't continue."

Izuku's eyes moved back up at this last comment, he bit his lip.

So Kacchan felt the same way too.

"Get on the fucking bed."

Deku's heart fluttered, he watched Kacchan jerk his head toward's the small dorm bed covered in All Might sheets and neatly made.

A second ago Izuku would gladly flop on the bed and fall asleep, but sleep was the last thing on his mind now.

Deku nodded, walking past Kacchan to get onto the bed, sitting up awkwardly and waiting for what to do next, eyes watching Kacchan's every move.

"Kacchan." Deku muttered, watching as the blond began to take off his cloths, his movements were much like a robot, not at all graceful but still getting the job done.

First was the tank top, revealing Katsuki's pale stomach, there was not an ounch of fat on his body, it was like looking at a marble statue.

Next was his sweat pants, sliding off his legs easily, showing off a tight pair of black breifs, hugging onto his hips.

Izuku felt like a huge idot, all he could do was sit there and stare, his mouth open slightly, eyes about to pop out of his head.

The dim lighting casted shadows on Katsuki's body, making his face hardly visible, but Deku could swear he saw some red painted on Kacchan's cheeks.

"Stop staring, dumb ass."

Midoriya nodded, snapping out of his trance to start taking off his clothes. A wave of self consciousness came over him. He had defiantly gained muscle, but his whole body was worn from battle and his new quirk. His arms were darkened, his legs bruised, his torso and back was scarred. And there was Bakugo with hardly a scratch on his perfect body.

As he slid off his own pajama pants he sighed unhappily, trying not to show discomfort but it was causing him quite some stress.

The two of them looked at one another for a second, their eyes had adjusted to the lighting the best they could.

Katsuki moved toward Izuku, pushing him back on the bed, their hot skin brushing up softly against one another as Katsuki climbed on top.

A hand began to travel from the top of Izuku's chest down his stomach, it tickled a little but it was also weird to be touched by someone like this. . . Especially if that someone was Katsuki Bakugo.

It was hard to see Kacchan's expression, but as Deku tried to figure out what his partner was feeling he was brought into a kiss, the hand on his stomach traveling back up to his chest again.

Izuku's own hands rested gawkily at his sides on the bed, not knowing what to do at first but as they engaged deeper into the kiss he brought his hands up to Kacchan's hips, holding onto them and pulling them into his own hips.

Katsuki pulled away from the kiss, his breathing hitched, the hand that was one Izuku's chest hand made way to one of Izuku's nipples, rubbing on it teasingly until it became erect.

Why did Kacchan always seem to know what to do?

Izuku felt shy about his lack of experience, but he took a moment to think about the years of internet surfing he had done himself.

Keeping one hand on Katsuki's hip, Izuku used the other to run up Katsuki's sculpted chest much like the other had done to him, teasing his nipples in return.

Bakugo brought his lips to the base of Midoriya's neck, placing a soft kiss before leaving a trail of bites along it, sucking and licking as he traveled.

"Don't do that!" Izuku pushed Katsuki back, looking rather distraught, "Everyone is going to ask about what happened!" Luckily when Kacchan had left the mark before (when they were in the training room) he was able to cover it with his school uniform collar, but at this rate he couldn't hide these current markings.

"Don't tell me what to do." Kacchan brought his head back down to where it had been pushed away from, biting even harder then before in retaliation.

Izuku winced as he tried to push Katsuki back again but Katsuki wouldn't budge, rooted in his spot above Deku.

The hand that had been tracing Deku's chest moved back down, running along the hem of his All Might boxers to trace around his crotch, running up and down the shaft through the fabric.

This sudden contact to his private took his attention away from the marks being left on his skin and caused him to gasp in shock.

It didn't take long for Deku to feel himself get harder and harder with each tease, Katsuki bringing his mouth away from Izuku's neck and to his ear, "You are so easy."

Izuku didn't like this statement, frown on his blush covered face, "What, and you aren't?" He snapped back, the hand still teasing his cock.

Kacchan returned the displeased look, bringing his hand away from Deku and sitting up, looking like he was about to leave at that moment.

Leave it to Kacchan to dish out disrespect but not take it.

Instead of saying anything more Izuku ran both his hands up Katsuki's thighs, realizing he should not have said anything, not wanting Kacchan to leave just yet. Izuku's hands stopped to rub at the erection throbbing in Kacchan's briefs. When Izuku's eyes shifted to gaze at the other's face his heart stopped.

Holy shit was Katsuki hot, sitting there on top of him, his eyes looking down at Deku full of lust, biting his lower lip to prevent any noise from escaping is mouth.

Deku propped himself up on his elbows, trying to slide out from under Bakugo now, feeling like it was his turn to be in control while Kacchan struggled with hiding his pleasure.

Luckily Izuku was able to slide out swinging his legs to the side so he could rest them underneath him, leaning forward to tug on Kacchan's black briefs.

Without fighting back the blond lifted his hips and helped slide off his underwear, exposing his throbbing cock to his friend.

Without missing a beat Deku shifted into a comfortable position before leaning his face toward Katsuki's dick, his eyes locking with Katsuki before giving a small teasing lick.

"Don't fuck with me, Deku." Bakugo tried to sound mean but it came out as a moan so he went back to biting his bottom lip.

Izuku wanted to laugh at this response but instead he allowed himself to take the cock in his face into his mouth, still watching Katsuki's face, taking in the pleasure that couldn't be hidden no matter how hard the blond tried.

Thinking to the porn of all those beautiful woman taking those huge dicks in their mouth (what a champ!) he tried to remember how they did it.

Breathing out of his nose Deku began to slide Kacchan deeper into his mouth, gagging a little and feeling his eyes water.

One of Izuku's hands came up to grip onto the lower half of Katsuki's shaft, his other hand brought out his own erection from his boxers and began to slowly pump at himself.

It took a couple seconds for him to figure it out but he found a method that worked for him, sucking in as much of Bakugo's cock as he could while using his hand to pump what he couldn't reach, tongue running back and forth against the head.

Izuku began to moan, the pumping on his cock sped up, eyes still eagerly watching Katsuki, who now was obviously on cloud nine.

Kacchan's brought both of his hands to tangle into the dark green hair on top of Deku's head, pumping his hips into the warm wet sensation that engulfed him, the moans that vibrated against him brought him over the edge.

"F-Fuck!" Katsuki moaned out, his seed spilling into Deku's mouth causing him to gag even more.

Seeing this brought Deku to his climax, his own cum dripping onto his hands and sheets, making such a mess.

Not knowing what to do with the semen in his mouth Deku swallowed, shuddering at the bitter yet salty taste. Not the best thing he ever had.

They both sat on the bed panting, they didn't speak, looking one another over.

Suddenly it hit Izuku like a brick, his body felt heavy and his eyes could barely stay open. He was so tired.

It looked like Katsuki was also struggling with the same thing, because his posture got worse and worse.

Finally Deku grabbed Kacchan's arm, pulling him up to where he was so he could bring their lips together in a sort of clumsy kiss.

Kissing Bakugo on the cheek Izuku wrapped his arm around his shoulder and pulled him down.

In the mess of blankets, clothes, and their cum both boys passed out wrapped around one another.

The desk light was still on.

((Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your support and feedback! This series is about to end but please be on the look out for my next one! I'm super excited to share with you all! ))