Izuku
"Kacchan, can't you just tell me where we're going?" Izuku asked as his foot caught some unknown bump in the sidewalk and he stumbled for the second time for the second time since he and Kacchan began this wild adventure.
Strong hands caught his shoulders to stable him.
"Not gonna happen, nerd," Katsuki's rough voice came from behind him.
Izuku whined in protest. They'd been at this game far longer than he anticipated. Shoot. He hadn't even seen this coming. He'd finally gotten all five of his senses back only to have one stolen again by his brusque, secretive gremlin of a boyfriend.
Izuku had had a long day at the Bakugou's studio. They'd asked him to model their upcoming fall line, and he'd eagerly agreed. They'd fitted him with a bunch of their designs, many of which featured the fall colors that were about to be in season as well as cardigan. And Izuku loved cardigans. He left the studio in one of the outfits he'd modeled, a simple outfit - dark blue jeans, a white v-neck, and a long, light, coppery-brown cardigan with a pair of dark brown oxfords. He'd felt rather dapper, if he did say some himself.
On his way back to the dorm, he grabbed a latté and black coffee for himself and Katsuki from a local coffee place that he'd liked. He was tired, but he was in a good mood.
That good mood immediately plummeted and went through waves of fear, confusion, and utter exasperation as he walked into the dorm, set down the cups of coffee, and was promptly tackled onto the bed.
Izuku screeched bloody murder as his assailant tackled him and forced a blindfold around his eyes. The scent of cinnamon and fire told him who exactly it was, but his mind wasn't working as fast as his nose. He instantly panicked. With his eyes out of commission for the time being, Izuku relied on his only viable sense that he had left. Touch. His elbow flew back and landed square in his assailant's chest. He heard a cough and a wheeze and he darted out from below his attacked. Izuku ripped the blindfold from his eyes only to see a red-faced Kacchan laying on the bed, clutching his chest.
"What the fuck, Shitty Deku?" the blond groused as he struggled to get air back into his lungs.
Izuku stared at him with his wide, green eyes. "Ohmygosh! Kacchan! I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you. Just - ugh - someone tried to tackle me and I panicked and - ugh! I'm sorry!" he said, his voice sickeningly full of remorse. But that remorse quickly subsided and was replaced with irritation and exasperation. "What were you even doing, Kacchan? Don't you know by now that me and surprise attacks don't work? Couldn't you have warned me? You don't just go tackling people when they walk in the door! What if you were a murderer or something!"
"Fuck," he grumbled. "I wasn't going to murder you, Freckles."
Izuku lifted the blindfold up, which turned out to be a black strip of fabric.
"Then what's this?" he asked.
Katsuki rolled over onto his back, his eyes focused on the ceiling. "I was trying to surprise you, but that blew the fuck up."
Izuku plopped down beside him. "Well, you can still surprise me," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You're so dramatic. I don't even know what's going on."
A withering glare was sent his way. "And you won't until I fuckin' tell you, Deku."
Again, Izuku rolled his eyes. He got up and retrieved his latté. "Uh huh," he muttered into the rim of the cup.
But that was what led to him being carted out of his dorm with a blindfold wrapped around his eyes. Katsuki was attempting to guide him down the street, but he was honestly very terrible at it.
"Kacchan, how do you expect to be a good seeing eye dog when you can't even tell me when there's a crack in the sidewalk?"
A harsh flick thudded against his skull.
"First off, I'm not a dog," Kacchan snapped. "Secondly, it's your big fuckin' feet that are tripping you. So don't fuckin' blame the sidewalk."
"My feet are not big!"
"They're the same size as mine."
"Yours are just abnormally small-"
But Izuku cut himself short when he heard the familiar twangs of music that symbolized...
"Kacchan, are we..?" he asked, reaching for the blindfold. His hand was smacked away abruptly.
"No cheating, nerd," his boyfriend commanded.
"But Kacchan! Can you tell me if we are-"
"And no guessing, either."
Izuku huffed, but obliged. They went another block or two before Katsuki stopped him. At this point, Izuku was straining his ears to catch any snippets of sound that he possibly could. From what he could tell, there was music and laughter and chatter of people. His nose even picked up the scent of fried foods. There were only so many things that could hit all of those categories while also remaining in walking distance of the dorm building.
Kacchan ripped the blindfold from around his eyes. He was first assaulted by the bright, afternoon sunlight, but his eyes quickly adjusted as he blinked the blurriness. His viridian gaze was met with a vibrant array of colorful lanterns, streamers, and festival staples.
Izuku squealed in delight and threw his arms around his very red-faced boyfriend. "Kacchan! You brought me to the festival?" he asked.
Kacchan wrapped his arms around Izuku in return, and the greenette felt him relax just a little bit. "Yeah nerd, I did."
Izuku jumped up and down a few times as he hugged Katsuki. Izuku loved festivals, but he never really went when he was younger. He and his mother couldn't afford them, and she often worked the night shift, too. When Toshinori entered their lives, that had changed. They went every year. But with school and work, not only had Izuku figured they wouldn't go, but he'd also forgotten about it entirely. Evidently, Katsuki had not. He'd gone as far as to plan this whole outing for them - albeit a bit convolutedly, but it was the thought that made the difference.
"Calm the fuck down," he said, his hands flaling ot Izuku's hips in an attempt to still him.
"But Kacchan! I'm so excited! I love festivals!" he exclaimed.
"I know, nerd. That's why I brought you," Katsuki said, his lips near Izuku's ear. His voice was surprisingly tender. A tiny kiss was placed on his temple, and Izuku swooned. God, he loved him so much.
He froze. That was the first time that that one had come to his mind. Love. He couldn't deny it, though. He'd known Katsuki since April. He'd pined after him for several months, learning the little quirks about him. And finally, they'd started dating. It had all happened so fast, but in all of the things that Izuku had read, all of the romanticized things about love that he'd ever heard had told him that when it hits you, it hits you hard and fast and that there's nothing that you can do to stop it. He'd never realized how true that that could be. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring and amazing.
But it was also terrifying.
Izuku loved Katsuki, and honestly, that was the scariest thing he had to face. Not because he didn't think Katsuki wasn't worth loving; that gremlin of a man deserved every ounce of love that Izuku had to give for how supportive and amazing and perfect he was. He was terrified because there had to be some possibility that maybe, just maybe, Katsuki wouldn't love him back. And he didn't know what he would do if he found out that that was the case.
"Earth to Space Cadet," Katsuki said, rapping his knuckles against Izuku's forehead.
The greenette startled slightly. He pushed away Katsuki's hand and rubbed at his forehead. He probably deserved that one, all things considered.
"Was I muttering again?" he asked, hoping to god that he hadn't. He couldn't fathom the idea of Katsuki hearing those thoughts in particular.
Thankfully, the blond shook his head. "Not this time, nerd," he said. "Don't go getting lost in on your fuckin' self. Focus on what's right in front of you."
Izuku nodded. "Well, where do you want to start?"
"I, for one, want to kick your ass in some festival games, Deku," Katsuki said, that competitive streak of his rearing itself to the forefront of his personality.
Izuku nodded eagerly. "Lead the way, Kacchan."
A huff fell from Izuku's lips. These games were a helluva lot harder than he remembered them to be. He was failing miserably at them, but Kacchan seemed to be doing just fine. He was winning almost everything that they played aside from popping balloons on a wall with darts; Izuku had a steady enough hand to get him in a win in that category. Otherwise, he was failing miserably.
He couldn't exactly blame it all on his skills. He was good at these sorts of things. He was just distracted. Maybe distracted wasn't the right word, though. Sure, he was distracted. He couldn't get the idea of loving Katsuki out of his head, but it really went beyond that. Having come to this realization, Izuku was noticing every little thing there was to notice about Katsuki. His triumphant smirks when he won at some game that they'd been play. His concentrated gaze as he put his all into guessing - no, calculating - the right number of jellybeans in a jar. The way the muscles in his arms flexed as he tossed the balls for skee ball into the highest scoring holes. The way his back arched when he went to pick up something Izuku's dropped on the ground before Izuku even had a chance to retrieve it himself. The curve of his ass as he squatted down to examine the prizes that each booth had to offer. The slight, hidden smile and rosy blush on his face as he handed over a stuffed bunny to Izuku that he'd won for him, even though he insisted that if there was anything better at the booth, he would have kept the prize for himself. Izuku paid too much attention to it all.
So, maybe distracted wasn't the best word to use. Maybe horny was better. Or hopelessly and utterly in love was the best way to put it.
"You hungry yet, Deku?" Kacchan asked as they walked away from another game.
Izuku nodded absently, and consequently, a smack landed on his head.
"Pay attention, nerd," he said.
Izuku rubbed his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Kacchan. I'm just distracted."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I can see that," he groused. "But we're on a date, and I'd rather your attention be on me."
A brilliant grin spread across Izuku's features. "You want my attention, Kacchan?" he asked. He sidled up to his boyfriend and twisted his fingers together with the blond's.
"Shut up, shitty Deku," he grumbled.
The greenette snickered. "Well, I'll have you know that I am thinking about you," he said.
The blond rose a single brow. "Were you?"
"Yup!"
"You gonna tell me what the fuck about me?"
"Nope!
A grunt echoed out beside him. "Good. 'Cause I didn't wanna fuckin' know anyway."
Izuku giggled as they walked through the festival. It was so pretty and lively. He didn't realize how much he'd missed it in the short time since the last festival he'd gone to. He loved the ambiance of it all. This festival was one of his favorites just because of how fantastical it was. It was held at the beginning of August each summer. It features games and live productions, food and street art. And at the end of the night, there were fireworks.
He loved it all, and even moreso, he loved being able to spend this time with Katsuki. Between their busy schedules and Izuku's job, it was becoming hard to find time outside of the evening to spend together. For Katsuki to go this far to get them the time to go on a date... He couldn't have been more happy.
They found the food vendors easily. There was a wide variety to choose from, and Izuku quickly landed on something greasy and yummy.
"Can we get takoyaki? Or karaage? Ooo. What about yakitori?" he asked as he clapped his hands in front of him excitedly.
Kacchan rolled his eyes. "You picked everything greasy, nerd."
Izuku shrugged his shoulders. "So?"
"Eat something healthy. Your ass is getting fat."
A sideways glance was sent Kacchan's way along with a mischievous smile. "You like my fat ass, though," he said conspiratorially. "You wouldn't fuck it otherwise."
A loud, sputtering cough exploded from the gremlin beside him. He couldn't help himself. He laughed. He laughed really hard as Kacchan attempted to regain some semblance of control. But he was failing miserably. When Izuku looked at him, he saw that those red eyes were streaming tears from how much Katsuki was sputtering. That, and he was glaring so hard at Izuku that he should have died on the spot. Instead, it only made him laugh harder.
"What the actual fuck, Deku?" he eventually his as he dragged an arm across his eyes. "You can't just say shit like that."
"Why not?" Izuku asked with an innocent shrug. "You say stuff like that all the time."
Katsuki glared at him, and Izuku giggled again. "You're supposed to be the innocent one, mother fucker," he snapped. But the flush on his face and the aversion of his eyes told Izuku that he was embarrassed.
The greenette stood on his toes and kissed Katsuki on the cheek. "I'm not all innocent, Kacchan," he whispered into his ear. "But only for you, of course."
He took a step back and took hold of Katsuki's hand once more.
"So, how about that yakitori?"
The end of the night was coming too quickly. The sun was already setting. Many of the vendors were closing. People were gravitating to the large park in the city where the fireworks were going to be held. Izuku didn't want it to end. He wanted this night to go on forever. He wanted to spend time with Katsuki like this for as long as he could. He didn't want it to be over.
But he kept telling himself that there would be other festivals. There would be other ways to spend his time with Katsuki, his Kacchan. He didn't have to lament this time being over especially when he knew there was more to come.
He and Katsuki had already made their way to the pavilion. Izuku wanted a good seat so they could view the show. He had always loved fireworks. He loved the colors and the brilliance of them. They way the light would reflect off of one's skin and paint it in a myriad of colors... He loved the energy that filled the air. That was one of the wonderful things about them. He may not be able to hear them - he always had to take his hearing aids out because the whizzing sound at takeoff was too high of a frequency for him - but he could feel them. He could feel the vibrations in the air as they took off into the sky. He could feel them erupt into a fiery explosion of colors.
And with Katsuki beside him, holding his hand as they sat sprawled out on the lawn, he couldn't have been happier. At least, that's what he'd thought. He never thought there was a moment that could have surpassed that one. But life was always full of surprises, and so was Katsuki.
The blond nudged his shoulder as he sat beside him, effectively demanding Izuku's attention. The greenette shifted to face him while his eyes occasionally glanced at the explosions of colors in the sky.
Kacchan's hands started moving beside him, and after years of reading sign language, he instinctively zeroed in on them.
"I-z-u-k-u," Katsuki signed.
All letters. All separate. Izuku. His name. Katsuki had just signed his name. The greenette's heart stuttered. His eyes grew wide. His lips parted slightly in surprise. Was Kacchan...?
Those hands kept moving. The motions were slow but they were practiced and strong. "I'm not very good at this, but I'm going to be. I don't half-ass anything I do."
Izuku felt a smile stretching onto his lips, pulling at his features, stretching his freckles across the expanse of his face. He nodded to Katsuki.
"I'm learning this for you 'cause I hate not being able to talk to you," he signed. "And you know I'm not very good at this whole talking thing. You know I'm not very great at telling you my feelings, but-"
Tears were already welling in his eyes. His entire focus was on Katsuki now. The fireworks, the people around them, the park as a whole faded out of focus. All that there was was Katsuki. All that he cared about was the blond right in front of him.
"But I thought this might be a good way to tell you that..." Katsuki paused. He looked at Izuku in his eyes. That gaze was so intense, so sincere that the greenette couldn't bring himself to look away. "Izuku, I love you."
The world that had faded around him disappeared completely as soon as the motions fell fluidly from Katsuki's hands. The tears that had been welling in his eyes finally spilled over. Katsuki said... He said that he loved him. He loved Izuku. He loved him, and all he could do was cry. He couldn't compute words. He couldn't articulate his own feelings. He couldn't because he was so overwhelmed with the fact that the closed-off, reserved man before him actually, truly loved him. His fears from earlier that afternoon had proved unfounded because Katsuki had said it to him without any prompting on his own.
"Why are you crying?" Katsuki asked, and after he finished signing, his hand reached up to caress Izuku's cheek and wipe away the tears that lingered there. Because here in the darkness of the park, no one could see the tender actions aside from Izuku himself.
The greenette wiped at his other eye with the sleeve of his cardigan.
"I'm happy," he said rather than signed; he knew he was a fast signer, and he didn't want to overwhelm his boyfriend. His voice was soft and full of little breaks because of his tears "Because I've been so worried, Kacchan. I've been worried because... I-I love you too, and I w-was worried you wouldn't l-love me back."
He leaned into Katsuki's touch briefly before the blond pulled his hand away to continue on with your conversation.
"Why wouldn't I love you back?"
Izuku took in a deep breath. He couldn't bring himself to say the words out loud, so he very slowly signed, "Because I'm broken."
Katsuki shook his head fiercely, his red eyes aflame with the passion that he so desperately loved about his boyfriend.
"You're not broken, Izuku," he signed slowly. "You're not broken, and you never will be broken. So don't call yourself that, idiot."
Izuku nodded and pulled Katsuki close to him so he could hug him tightly to himself. He'd never been so happy in all of his life. He thought earlier, underneath the fireworks in their cozy little bubble that he was the happiest he could have been... But he'd never felt love in this way before, and he most certainly never had that sort of love reciprocated, either.
"Thank you, Kacchan," he whispered into his boyfriend's ear.
And as the fireworks came to close and the finale burst across the sky, they kissed. They kissed with the colorful fireworks painting their skin in the colors that were exploding inside of Izuku's heart.
A tiny hum of contentment rolled past Izuku's lips. He was comfortable, warm, at ease. The festival was over for the year. It had concluded with that beautiful array of colors, and now, he and Katsuki were walking back to the dorms. Well, Katsuki was doing all of the walking. Izuku had jokingly requested a piggyback ride from the blond, and surprisingly enough, he agreed. Knowing his boyfriend, he probably took it more as a challenge than anything. Regardless, he was now cradled on Katsuki's back, absorbing the warmth his personal heater exuded. He lazily had his hands wrapped around his neck; the stuffed bunny's ear clutched in his hand.
"You better not be falling the fuck asleep back there," Katsuki's voice rumbled.
Izuku shook his head, his nose buried into the fiery blond's neck. "Ya know," he mumbled. "You drop more f-bombs in a sentence than Samuel L. Jackson."
"Mother fucker, I do fucking not," Katsuki snapped. Then there was a pause. "Shut the fuck up."
Izuku giggled. "What'd you want to do when we get back, Kacchan?"
"Dunno. Sleep? It's already past my bedtime."
He rolled his eyes. "You and your bedtime," he said.
"It's completely reasonable. Sorry I don't go to bed at crazy times like, nerd," he grumbled.
"I think I have a better idea on how to spend our night."
Izuku's hands moved from where they were clasped around Katsuki's chest to gently dip down across his nipple, which pebbled at his touch. He heard the blond's breath hitch in his ear, and he found himself smirking.
"You horny fuck," Katsuki hissed, his tone heavy yet breathy.
"What?" he asked innocently. "Are you saying that you don't want to fuck me?"
The blond's breath hitched again.
"Don't go putting words in my mouth for me, Bunny."
Izuku hummed in delight at the nickname. "So, you do want to fuck me?" he asked, rolling his hips about Katsuki's back. Izuku was already sporting a pretty good chub, and the friction the slight grind gave him was enough to take his edge off.
A low growl of frustration came from Katsuki. "I swear, you're such a fucking exhibitionist," he said.
Izuku thought about that for a moment. Was he an exhibitionist? Only a little bit. That one afternoon that he and Katsuki had shower sex, he did get quite a bit of satisfaction from making his boyfriend squirm as he spoke to his father. Of course, he'd been horrified after the fact. But regardless. He'd liked it. He hadn't even needed Katsuki to touch him to get him off. So yeah. One could say that he was a bit of an exhibitionist.
"Oh my fuckin' god, you're a fuckin' sadist, too?" Katsuki asked.
Right. Shoot. Muttering.
Instead of answering, Izuku pressed a kiss to Katsuki's neck. The kiss quickly morphed into little nips, licks, and sucks on the skin there.
"Fuck, I'm gonna wreck that ass of yours, Bunny," he said.
That's what led to them stumbling into the entryway of the dorm building, their lips locked and their hardons pressed together. They were lucky it was late. That there was no one in the lobby. That they weren't immediately yelled at for their public displays of affection. They were conscious of the security cameras, of course, but they had no issues making out as they made their way to the elevator.
"Fuck, Deku," Katsuki moaned into his mouth as the doors of the elevator closed. "You're such a fuckin' tease."
Izuku's lips curled up at that. He pressed even closer to Katsuki, his hips rolling against him. The little bit of clothed friction wasn't enough. He wanted more.
"Kacchan," he whispered. "I need you. Please, Kacchan."
"Fuck."
Suddenly, Katsuki was reaching behind Izuku's legs. He felt himself get lifted from the ground. As he wrapped his legs around Katsuki, his back was pressed against the elevator doors.
"Yes, Kachan," he hummed.
His eyes fluttered closed as heady kisses were exchanged. Katsuki's lips hungrily fought against his own; smeared kisses, fighting for purchase against the others. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, Izuku's running across Katsuki's chest and Katsuki's groping Izuku's jean-clad ass. The stuffed bunny from the festival was smashed between them, completely forgotten for the moment.
The elevator moved upward and a ding signalled the second floor and finally, finally, the third. Izuku tried to slide out of Katsuki's grasp as the blond moved out of the elevator, but he was held in place.
"You're not goin' anywhere, Bunny," Katsuki growled, their lips only separating by a hairsbreadth. His grasp on Izuku's ass tightened as he stumbled down the hall toward their dorm.
Their door came into view, its whiteboard with their nicknames scrawled on it marking it as there.
"Keys," Izuku whispered.
His hands dipped down in front of them, digging into Katsuki's front pocket. He managed to snag his dorm key and pressed it into the blond's hand. Izuku was balanced precariously as Katuski jammed the key into the door and gave it a swift twist. Rather than wait patiently, the greenette attached his lips to Katsuki's collarbone, sucking a light, purplish bruise into place.
"Fuck, 'Zuku, wait until we're through the fuckin' door," the gremlin growled.
But the door was open and they were crossing the threshold. Before he knew what was happening, he was being tossed down on Katsuki's bed; they hadn't had sex in Izuku's since that first tiem for obvious, scarring reasons. Izuku squeaked in surprise. Katsuki had made quick work of his shirt and tossed it and the bunny that was cradled in Izuku's hands aside. He pressed himself against Izuku. His lips were captured by those that tasted of spices and fire. They seared his skin, as did that bare chest that was pressed flush against him. But if Kacchan was a fire, he wanted to be consumed by him.
"Kacchan, please," he whined, his voice full of unarticulated need and desire.
Katsuki's lips traveled from his own, ghosting down his jaw and down his neck. "Strip down. Don't touch yourself," Katsuki whispered against his pulse point before he pulled away, taking his warmth with him.
Izuku didn't hesitate on his directions. He pulled his cardigan and shirt off before tugging his jeans and boxers down his legs. His half-half length sprung free of its confinement. He tossed his clothes to the side and hummed as his hand dipped down between his legs. He couldn't help it. The sight of Katsuki purposefully moving through the dorm turned him on, especially with all of his bare-chested glory. He stroked himself languidly a few times as he watched Katsuki dig through the nightstand drawer beside the bed; they'd combined their stock of supplies into Katsuki's drawer for easier access.
The blond stopped short when his head turned back to Izuku. Sure, he was jacking off despite the explicit instructions his boyfriend had given him, but quite frankly, he didn't care. Izuku smirked. He liked the way his boyfriend's eyes widened a fraction. The way his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. The way the bulge in his pants increased in size.
"Do you like what you see, Kacchan?" he asked softly, innocently, but with a hint of deviousness behind it.
"Fuck yeah, you're hot, but-" Katsuki said. Izuku's brows shot up at the 'but'. "You're a bad Bunny. You didn't follow my directions."
Katsuki turned his body fully back in his direction and stepped predatorily towards him. Izuku shuddered with pleasure at the sheer dominance he exuded. Freaking hot. He gave another few strokes of his cock.
"What didn't I follow, Sir?" he asked, the honorific sliding off of his tongue. He looked at Katsuki with half-hooded eyes.
Suddenly, Izuku's wrists were being pinned above his head. Katsuki's chest was flush against his own again, and his lips were hovering near his ear.
"Keep your hands away, Bunny," he said lowly. "You've lost touching privileges."
Izuku pulled gently at his wrists, but Katsuki's tight hold wouldn't budge an inch. Shit, that was hot. He felt himself swell between his legs, precum dripping down onto his stomach. His cock felt neglected, engorged, craving some form of touch. He bucked his hips upward in some feeble attempt to grind against Katsuki, but the blond lifted himself away.
"Tch, silly Bunny," he said with a shake of his head. "I didn't say that you could hump me. You didn't follow my directions, so you get what you get."
He whined again. "But Kacchan-"
But he was cut off. Once of the hands that was holding his wrists moved to clamp down over his mouth.
"Uh uh. Not fuckin' happening, 'Zuku," he chided. "You can't beg your way out of this one. Not this time, Bunny."
Izuku batted his pretty green eyes a few times, but it didn't seem to phase his boyfriend. Conceding, he took in a deep breath and nodded just a little bit. Kacchan removed his hand.
"But what if I begged you to spank me, Sir?"
A look of surprise crossed Katsuki's features before the expression shifted into a mask of primal arousal.
"Fuck, Bunny," he said. "Now, that's something I can work with."
The hand that held his wrists down slid down to his hips. The other hand joined it. Katuski's strong grip made quick work of flipping Izuku onto his stomach on the bed. The greenette gasped in surprise. Shit, that was hot. He loved when Katsuki was assertive like that. He loved it all.
"Ass up, Bunny," he said. "And arms back above your head."
His brain took a second to comprehend what the hell actually was happening. Katsuki seemed to notice.
"C'mon, Space Cadet."
Izuku felt one of Katsuki's strong hands land in the center of his back between his shoulder blades, pressing him into the mattress. The other pushed his ass up into the air. Finally catching up to what was happening, Izuku stretched his arms out in front of him, crossing them at his wrists. It was times like these that he was grateful for their daily runs and trips to the gym. His body was flexible enough to get through the contortions Katsuki pressed him into.
"You ready, 'Zuku?" Katsuki asked. At the forefront, Izuku heard the primal arousal, but beneath it, he knew there was genuine concern. Izuku knew his boyfriend didn't want to push him into anything he wasn't ready for.
"Yes," he hummed. He gave his presented ass a little wiggle.
He didn't really hear the smack that hit him, but he sure as hell felt it. Katsuki's hand came down swiftly on his right ass cheek. He couldn't jerk his body away from the hit, not with the blond's hand holding his back firm. Shortly after the first hit, it was his ass cheek that got the burning sting. He groaned through each hit, his eyes fluttering closed. God, it was something he'd never thought he'd get off to, but fuck. He loved it. Another smack landed on his upper thigh, and another to mirror it on the other side. It became a slight rhythm, the only difference being that Izuku didn't exactly know where the next would come. The first four were pretty typical, but the rest were scattered, random. They deliciously seared his skin, leaving his freckled ass covered in bright pink, Katsuki's shaped handprints.
Finally, when Izuku was nearly his breaking point, the spanks stopped. His heart beat wildly his chest and his breath was coming out rapidly. He was overwhelmed but entirely aroused.
"You okay over there, Bunny?" Katsuki asked, his voice filtering over the space to reach the greenette's ears.
Izuku nodded lamely. "Yeah. I'm okay," he said softly. "I want to try that again for-"
He must have missed it over the sound of his own beating heart and the blood rushing through his ears, but at some point, Katsuki must have opened the lube bottle and squirted a copious amount onto his fingertips. He felt the blond spread his cheeks and press the cold, liquidy substance against the tight ring of muscle that resided there. A gasp echoed from Izuku's lips, and his eyelids fluttered.
"K-Kacchan!" he stammered out. His hands itched to move between his legs, to stroke himself as his boyfriend's fingers teased him. But he didn't. He knew the stubborn blond would retract his fingers faster than he could protest.
"Talk to me, Izu," that sultry voice said. A deft thumb traced circles around his rim.
"I-I need you inside of me," he moaned. The tease of Katsuki's fingers was making his cock swell even more. He needed to be touched. "Please, Sir, please. Touch me. Please."
Begging in any other circumstance would be debasing, but now, in the heat of this moment, Izuku only felt more arousal. The tip of Katsuki's thumb paused in its circular ministrations and pressed against his hold teasingly.
"Hmmm," he hummed. "Do you think you deserve it? Deserve to feel good?"
Izuku nodded into the mattress. "Yes, please," he said.
Slowly, Katsukis thumb pressed past the tight ring. Izuku welcomed the stretching burn that came with it. He keened, hsi body stiffening and relaxing through it all. Once Katsuki was seated in to his knuckle, Izuku felt him slowly, achingly so, start to move. His pace was slow, agonizing, but oh so amazing.
"Hmm, Bunny," Kacchan said. "I just want to fuck you into the mattress."
A moan of assent echoed from him. "Yes, Sir, please, please,"
Katsuki's thumb retracted, leaving Izuku feeling empty. He heard the squirt of lube, and suddenly, two fingers were pressing past his rim which wasn't nearly stretched out enough for it. The greenette's fingers grappled at the sheets, twisting them tightly between the appendages. He tossed his curl-covered head back, a lilting groan filling the space. Those fingers didn't hesitate. They moved in and out, in and out, in and out with a steady rhythm. It was a rhythm he easily sank into. What he wasn't prepared for was his boyfriend finding his prostate. A shock of pleasure coursed through his body from his head all the way to the tips of his toes. The arch in his back deepened, and he pressed against Katsuki's fingers.
"A-Ah-haah!" he gasped.
Izuku began to rock his hips back and forth against those fingers which had curled in such a way that each thrust hit that sweet, sweet spot.
"Yes, Bunny," Katsuki growled. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby, come on."
Izuku oh so willingly obliged, his hips picking up speed. His cock begged for more, though. Its tip rubbed against the bed ever so slightly with each buck of his hips, but it wasn't enough.
"Kacchan, please, I need you to touch me," he begged. "Please."
Katsuki tutted behind him. "I don't think you're ready for that, Bunny," he said teasingly, his fingers curling again to mercilessly hit his prostate. His body jerked with pleasure as hot tears of overwhelming stimulation formed in his eyes.
"Yes!" he cried out through the pleasure of it all.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I am ready," he panted. "Sir."
"Fuck, Bunny," Katsuki groaned.
His fingers withdrew from where they were nested, once again leaving Izuku feeling empty. He heard Katsuki's belt and zipper become undone, the rustle of fabric as the blond likely discarded the remains of his clothes. The squirt of the lube bottle one more time. And finally, finally, Katsuki's tip pressing its way through his ring. He sucked in a breath and rode through the waves of feelings that washed over him.
When he felt Katsuki's hips press flush against his ass, he knew he was all the way in. The blond's hot hands pressed into his hips, pulling him just a fraction closer.
"Fuck me," Izuku said lowly.
"Fuck yes," Katsuki responded.
His hips started moving. It was slow at first, which allowed Izuku to adjust, but it quickly morphed into a brutal, relentless pace. Izuku's moans came out high and unfettered into the air. He loved the way Katsuki pounded into him. Loved the way he made him his. Loved the ay that when he was searching for purchase, he dug his fingers into Izuku's thick, green curls and pulled. He loved it all.
"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, 'Zuku," Katsuki groaned. "Ah. Fuck. 'm close."
Izuku whined at that, at his own neglected cock. "Please let me touch myself," he begged. "Please, please, please."
"Yes," Katsuki groaned out. "Touch yourself, Bunny. Make yourself come as I pound you. Fuck yes."
He didn't need telling twice. One of his hands snaked beneath him and took hold of his swollen, leaking length. His fast fervid strokes paired with Katsuki's relentless thrust felt like heaven.
"A-Ah! Fuck! Kacchan!" he moaned. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
An explosion of white surrounded Izuku, a stark contrast to the rainbows from earlier that evening. He came all over his hand, the bedspread, his own chest, but none of that mattered. He was riding out his orgasm in a fucking out sort of bliss. The stuttering of Katsuki's hips told him that he, too, had reached his own orgasm. They both rode out the bliss together, their moans and groans filling the small dorm room.
The blond collapsed above him, his chest pressed into his back. He felt the rapid beat of Kacchan's heart, the ghost of his breath against the shell of his ear.
"I love you, too, Izuku," he whispered tenderly.
The greenette smiled faintly. He was exhausted, but his heart was soaring. "I love you more, Kacchan."
A snort. "Oh, fuck no you don't," Katsuki half-heartedly challenged. "If this is a competition, I'm not gonna let you win. I'll show you."
Izuku giggled. "Kacchan, how about we just agree that we love each other equally?"
A soft hum. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Me, too."