Katsuki
While he preferred fast paced, action packed battles, rescuing was in Katsuki's natural instinct as a hero. Deku crashed through the window of the burning apartment, and Katsuki barreled in after him. It was probably stupid of them to throw themselves into the middle of the inferno of flames that engulfed the apartment, but quite frankly, he didn't give a damn. They only had so long to get people out before the building became too dangerous.
If Katsuki could actually use his quirk, this would have been a helluva lot easier. But he was limited here. On a normal day, his quirk wasn't exactly, uh, you know, ideal for rescues. Explosions in dire situations where civilians were involved were just on a premise a horrible idea. That was how people got fucking worse. And considering this apartment looked like the inside of Satan's asshole, he'd fuck shit up worse if he even tried to activate his quirk. It wouldn't allow him to sweat very much, either. Flames were too damn drying. Honestly, though, that was probably a good thing. If his gauntlets caught fire, any of the sweat he had stored in there could explode. He didn't need this place coming down on them because of that dumb shit.
Overall, he was the worst hero to have around during a fucking fire. Fucking shit. But then again, the nature of his quirk made him ideal, too. He didn't feel the heat of the flames as he ventured deeper into the apartment. Or maybe they were bothering him, but the adrenaline coursing through his veins saved him from their heat. He couldn't really tell. His focus was on getting whoever was trapped inside of this building the fuck out.
"Dynamight, it's best we spread out to search for survivors," Deku's voice crackled into his ear. "Let me know if you find anything."
And with that, Deku was disappearing into the roaring inferno. Something about that head of curly, green hair disappearing into a wall of fire as he searched for survivors caused a ball of anxiety to settle in the pit of Katsuki's stomach. He couldn't exactly explain what it was, but for some reason, he didn't want Deku anywhere near this fucking mess. And that feeling in and of itself was a dangerous one. He couldn't afford the distraction that worrying about Deku would bring. Fuck, if he paid too much attention to his stupid ass, then he'd risk getting them both killed.
This was yet another problem with relationships. They became a conflict of interest, especially when the focus of his growing affections was his hero partner. If he was thinking about Deku's safety over the fucking missions he was on, then the greenette's presence would be more of a liability than anything. It also meant that he was getting in deeper with this stupid bitch than he wanted to.
Christ, he was fucked.
He needed to get his damn head on straight.
Katsuki turned around in the blaze and started checking rooms. The apartment was small. Based on the layout of most of these apartments in these highrises, he assumed it was a two or three bedroom at best. Probably one bathroom, a kitchen, and a sitting room. Based on how long he'd sat around, he was sure Deku was already going on through with his sweep of the apartment.
And considering his gauntlets were already getting hot to the touch. He knew staying in this raging fucking bullshit of an inferno. He couldn't afford to let any of the sweat he had stored up
He touched the bluetooth receiver that was in his ear. "Deku, it's too dangerous for me to be in here with all of the sweat I've got built up. I'm gonna aid with the evacuation of the complex. Give me a holler if you need me."
"Copy that, Kacchan."
"Fucking Dynamight, Deku."
"Sorry!" came his warbled response.
Instead of opening the front door of the apartment, Katsuki went right back out the very window he'd entered through. There was no way in hell he was going to risk spreading that fucking fire. And once he was outside the building, Katsuki crashed right back in through one of the stairwell windows.
Now that he was in this part of the building, he could hear the fire alarms wailing. And fuck did they make his ears ring. Fuck this shit. But he had to be able to work under any conditions, hearing loss be damned.
He started down the hallways, pounding on doors and ushering people out of the building as he went. It didn't take long before throngs of people filtered out of the building. People in their pajamas and house clothes. Parents cradling their children in their arms as they cried and screamed and wailed because of the blaring alarms. Their parents honestly weren't much better off. Their faces were stricken with worry.
The parents who were able to keep a calm facade for their little brats, particularly this one plain looking man with a little, dark haired girl in his arms. Well. He commended them. He knew how challenging it was to be a parent. He knew he would have trouble keeping his own daughter calm in a situation like this. Fuck. She'd probably blast anyone nearby to Timbuktu and back. That dad had mad fucking skill.
It took two hours for him and Deku to verify that the building was completely empty of all residents. By then, the fire had spread, destroying the apartment the blaze had started in and several others. And as far as they knew, there wasn't any loss of life. Deku had found the residents of the original apartment, unconscious. He wouldn't have been surprised if they'd been knocked out due to the blast.
It wasn't until later that afternoon when they met with the fire department that they realized what - or rather who - had been lost.
"The fire began just before 14:00 hours," fire chief Tanaka said as he sat at the head of the conference table. The chief of police, Tsuragamae, and Detective Tsukauchi sat on either side of him. "As of right now, all residents have been accounted for aside from one child. She lived in the apartment where the fire originated."
Katsuki's head shot up at that information, his eyes immediately darting to Deku. The freckled man's lips were parted, his eyes wide with surprise. It looked as if there were tears glistening in those bright green eyes of his. Katsuki wouldn't be surprised if those tears were about to spill.
"B-But... I-I checked," Deku stammered. "There wasn't anyone else."
"No one is blaming you, Hero Deku," Tsuragamae said. "Although, her parents did confirm that she was in the residence before they lost consciousness."
"B-But if she wasn't with them, w-where-?" Deku said softly.
Katsuki's eyes narrowed at the police chief. "There's a pattern, isn't there?"
Tsuragamae nodded. "Tsukauchi has the details."
His crimson gaze shifted to the detective seated on the other side of the fire chief, who had now taken a role on the backburner for the time being.
"Hero Deku, as I'm sure you're well aware, this isn't the first fire where a child has disappeared," he said with a frown.
"It's the second, ain't it," Katsuki interjected.
"The third," Tsukauchi said gravely.
"The third?" Deku asked.
Now there really were tears streaming down the greenette's freckled cheeks. His lower lip trembled slightly. Fuck, he was such a crybaby, and Katsuki was well the fuck aware of the fact. So why the fuck did he want to wrap his arms around the man and hold him fucking close?
"Unfortunately, we weren't able to find a connection between the first fire and the second until this third one. All three residences had a single child living in them."
"And I'm assuming at this first one, the kid disappeared, too, huh?" Katsuki asked.
He found that his teeth were gritted and his hands were balled into first. He hated when shit involved kids. It got too damn close to home for him.
"Precisely."
"Any connection between the missing kids?"
"They all had powerful quirks," Tsukauchi stated as he rifled through the papers in front of him. He laid out a picture of a smiling little boy with bright ginger hair and gleaming eyes. "The child number one, Mori Akio, had an oxygen based quirk. He could manipulate the oxygen in the air.
"Child number two, Suzuki Haruto. He could move and transform the earth, dirt and rock included."
Tsukauchi pulled out a picture of another boy, this time one with dark, black hair. From the sharp intake of breath that came from Deku, Katsuki was sure it was the child he'd failed to save all those weeks ago. Finally, he pulled out one last picture. It was of a little girl with long, black hair and a gentle looking face. She couldn't have been much older than Etsuki. Katsuki recognized her immediately. It was the little girl from the hallway. The one who'd been so stoically fucking calm because of her father - or rather, the man he'd assumed was her father - comforting her.
"Child number three, Ishii Chiasa. She could bring people into her dream world with her while both of their bodies remained asleep in the real world. All three missing children had powerful quirks. All three, if used in specific ways, could greatly help or hurt people."
Katsuki stood abruptly from his spot at the table as small explosions erupted in his palms. He let out a roar of frustration, which had all heads in the room turning toward him.
"Dynamight, is there something wrong?" Tsuragamae asked, his hands clasped together.
"The kids fuckin' alive, dammit!" he roared, whirling to face the group again.
"And how do you know that?" the chief of police asked.
"I fucking saw her, dammit! I saw her right fucking there, and I didn't even fuckin' realize it!" he yelled. "She looked so damn calm. Like nothing was fucking WRONG!"
"Dynamight, you're going to need to calm down," Tsukauchi admonished, but Katsuki wasn't having it.
"You get why I'm fucking pissed right?" he asked, and when no one said a goddamn word, he continued. "She was right there the fuck in front of me, and I didn't fucking realize it! Whoever that sick fuck is that's kidnapping kids - he was right fucking there!"
"You couldn't have known, Dynamight," Tsuragamae said. "Neither of you knew what you were going into. You did your job and evacuated the building. You searched for survivors. You did everything right, and whoever is behind this played on the chaos in order to slip away."
"And we won't allow this to happen again. We're aware of what's happening. We can be better prepared," Tanaka said. "The fire department will be on high alert from this point on."
"That's not fucking good enough!" he roared. He slammed his palms down on the table, and more explosions erupted from them. Scorch marks formed on the table, and the smell of burning wood reached his nose.
He probably would have burned it to the ground, too, if Deku's strong hand hadn't landed on top of his. Those scarred, crooked fingers curled around his hand and squeezed in a calming manner. Katsuki's eyes flashed up to Deku's, and even though his green irises were watery, they were strong.
"Kacchan, we're going to figure this out," he said softly, the softest of smiles on his bowed lips.
This time, he didn't mind that Deku had called him by that damn nickname. It grounded him and allowed the small explosions erupting from his palms to cease. He heaved out a breath and leveled his glare on everyone else around the table.
"These are serial kidnappings. Putting ourselves on high alert isn't going to save other kids from getting taken," he said abrasively. "Whose kids is it gonna be next for you shit heads to realize that?"
"Kacchan!" Deku hissed, but he ignored him.
"We don't know where they're taking these kids. We don't know what they plan to do with them. We don't know if they're ever going to be seen again," he snarled. "And don't fucking know who is next."
He glared at Tsuragamae and Tsukauchi who avoided his gaze. This was his biggest worry. Who would be fucking next? They were taking children with powerful quirks. They were targeting fucking kids. He couldn't begin to fathom what these parents were going through, but he knew once they announced this, he'd share the same fear as the rest of the general public. What if his daughter was next? What if they tried to take Etsuki?
Etsuki had definitely caused some mayhem when her quirk presented just six months ago...
At the time, he and Etsuki were living back in the city he'd moved to with her mother several years before. It was just the two of them, and while Katsuki was at work, Etsuki was in daycare. When her quirk presented, she'd been at school. It was early March, and the cherry blossoms had yet to bloom. With the weather finally getting warmer, Etsuki's daycare had insisted upon taking the kids to the park on the days where the weather was good. Ten kids to a class with one teacher. It wasn't anything crazy. Totally manageable to people who liked kids. He could never. Currently, the only kid he actually liked was his own, and he really didn't mind sending her off to daycare for a few hours whilst he worked.
Except, you know, random crazy assholes did their best to fuck shit up.
Coincidentally, Katsuki was the hero to get the call. A villain had attempted to rob a school teacher, and one of the students there had blown up his fucking shit. And after knocking the villain out of commission, the child was having difficulty controlling their quirk.
The scent of the air as he arrived on the scene was so very familiar. It only took him a moment to identify it. It was that heavy, burnt caramel scent of nitroglycerin. It was the same scent that he let off when he was busy exploding shit. Did this kid have a nitroglycerin based quirk?
Well, he shouldn't have asked because he knew as soon as he saw her. Or, rather, when he saw her hair. Pale blond locks of hair were flying through the air. The ends of the long strands were even shooting off and exploding what they made contact with. Fucking Etsuki. Her quirk had manifested, and she'd lost fucking control.
From what he could tell, she'd hadn't hurt anyone aside from the villain that she'd taken down. The other nine members of her class were far off and out of harm's way with their teacher. He couldn't exactly blame any of them either. Sure, he didn't want his kid alone in the middle of a park. What parent would? But he also knew that her teacher was doing her job in keeping her other children safe. But then again, Etsuki going through this alone was all the more reason that Katsuki had to intervene.
There were a few other heroes arriving on the scene at the same time as him. No one he knew very well. He tried to work with them as seldom as possible. He didn't need their friendship. Friends brought baggage and personal problems. He didn't need or want that bullshit. Not when he was trying to work through own shitshow of a life.
That was probably the reason why they didn't recognize his terrified, little girl. And the reason why she hardly recognized any of them beyond their appearances on TV. If they'd had any time on TV as stupid fucking extras. They'd never fucking met her. So, when they tried to approach her, Etsuki reacted out of fucking fear. Her hair went wild, sending off strands and exploding them every which way. His heart clenched when he saw both her stricken face and her newly acquired quirk.
It was a mixture of both her mothers and his own. She'd gotten her mother's ability to control her hair and his ability to ignite nitroglycerin. At least, that's what he'd gathered from the goddamn smell. And quite frankly, he didn't give a damn about getting a much better read on her yet because at the center of it all, Etsuki seemed fucking terrified.
The heroes approaching her was only making her quirk wig the fuck out even more. They didn't know her. They were scaring her, and that pissed him the fuck off. Katsuki blasted closer and skidded to a halt in front of Whisperer, the calming hero, and Obtunda, a nullifying hero. Sure, these ladies would probably have done a fucking fine ass job diffusing this situation, but he wasn't going to trust them around his kid. No way in hell.
"Etsuki, sweetheart," Whisperer said from where she stood about twenty feet away. "C'mon. We're here to help you."
The little girl shook her head. "N-No!" she stammered. "I-I'll just h-hurt you."
"No you won't, honey," Obtunda said, the cobras in her hair swaying from side to side. "We'll be just fine. We're pro heroes after-"
"Back off!" he roared at the two of them.
"Dynamight, what the hell are you doing?" Whisperer hissed as he cut off their path to Etsuki.
"Are you nuts? You're not exactly a kid person!" Obtunda said. "I don't know why they called you. Why don't you let us handle this?"
"Back the fuck off," he snarled.
"Bakugou!" Whisperer admonished. "You don't know shit about kids. Let us through."
"Oh, shut the fuck up Quiet Bitch," he snapped, glancing back at Etsuki. She was too freaked out to notice him. "She's my fucking daughter."
"Your daughter?" Obtunda asked.
And at the same time, Whisperer asked, "You have a kid?"
"Yeah. I fuckin' do. Now you extras need to back the fuck away from her cause you're fuckin' scaring here," he snapped.
And before they could answer, he turned toward the little girl whose blonde hair had grown long and deadly since he'd last seen her that morning. He cautiously walked toward her, his hands raised in the air in mock surrender.
"Etsuki," he called out to her, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth, several explosions fired off from Etsuki's hair. "C'mon, Etsuki. It's me."
Etsuki's little fists were balled up and covering her eyes. She was shaking like a leaf as she hid her eyes away from the destruction that she was causing.
"Etsuki!" he yelled over the noise. "You need to take a breath. You need to relax! C'mon, baby."
The little girl shook her head, but despite the action, he doubted that she knew who was talking to her. The pros had been talking to her already, and with how freaked out she was, it was understandable that she had a hard time realizing just who he was.
He needed to try other tactics. "Gremlin! Look at me!" he called out to her, and suddenly, she froze. She lifted her head, and her little fists falling from her reddened blue eyes. "That's it, baby. I'm here. Daddy's-"
Suddenly, Etsuki was racing toward him. She leapt forward, her little arms circling around his leg. His hand fell to the top of her head, and he released a relieved sigh. She didn't look hurt at all. He picked her up from the ground and cradled her in his arms despite the wild explosions coming from her hair. "I'm here, Gremlin."
"Why is it momma's quirk?" she asked in her sad, broken, little voice. "Why not just daddy's? Why momma's, too?"
Katsuki held his little girl close, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "I don't know, baby. I don't know."
The press releases that followed were over the top and invasive. They displayed Etsuki as a potential student of the UA Hero Program just as he had been. They displayed him as a doting and kind father. Both of which he didn't need. He didn't need Etsuki under the public eye. He didn't want people to recognize her as they walked down the street. Not this young. And considering these recent kidnappings, he'd been wise to keep her as far from the public eye after that incident as he could muster. Hell, not six months after her quirk had presented, he'd moved them back to his hometown. And while, in part, it was to have his parents close by when he needed them, it was also to maintain some semblance of privacy.
He had to keep her safe. But there was this internal dread coursing through him now. The world knew about Etsuki. And sure, Deku hadn't known about her, but considering how he'd left things off, he wouldn't be surprised that the nerd turned his head anytime Katsuki came onto the news. Even still, the general populace had access to information about his three and a half year-old. Somehow, he thought that that was bad in and of itself.
"You're worried about your own child, aren't you, Dynamight?" Tsukauchi said, pulling Katsuki from his thoughts.
Katsuki shot him a withering glare, but did not deny it. Of course he was fucking worried. Why shouldn't he be? But he was also worried about the others. The children in Etsuki's class or school could be these asshole's next targets.
"I'm worried about all of these damn kids. Not just my own."
"We're going to do our best, Dynamight," Tsuragamae insisted. "They won't get any other children."
"And how do you know that?" he demanded. "We didn't notice until three kids were fucking gone!"
"Then we up patrols in the residential areas," Tsuragamae responded.
"And what do you tell people when you fucking do that, huh?" Katsuki asked. And when Tsuragamae opened his mouth, he cut him off. "We can't just say we're concerned for the general public. That's a bullshit ass lie."
"I agree with Dynamight ," Deku said. "We can't hide what we know. This is a threat to the general public and their children. We have to inform people. They need to be prepared."
"And in doing that, we risk unnecessary panic from the people," Tsuragamae said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "But you're right. We have to inform the public. Tsukauchi and I will prepare a statement. It'll be released within the next twenty four hours."
Katsuki nodded, only slightly satisfied. He knew this little that they planned to do would have to suffice for now. They didn't have many more options just yet. It wasn't as if they weren't already exhausting manpower to search for the children. Watching security footage, walking the streets, ensuring thrice over that the scenes had been thoroughly checked. For now, informing the public was their best option. He only hoped that he didn't come to regret it.
Katsuki had provided the police sketch artist with some rough image of the main suspect in the serial kidnappings after their initial meeting with Tsuragamae and Tsukauchi. They'd released that picture to the general public along with their statement. In a matter of days, there was a name floating around for the bastard. The Pied Piper. It was based on some tale from the Medieval Ages of a man that spirited away children in the middle of the night by playing some stupid flute. He knew that there was some copycat in the 1960s called Charles Schmid or some shit in the United States, but that was before quirks were even around. Who knew what this asshole was actually capable of.
For two long weeks after the initial announcement to the general public, not only had he and Deku worked mandatory overtime to cover all of the patrol areas but it was also radio silent. There hadn't been a single fire or a single child reported missing. And while that was specfuckingtacular, he couldn't help but worry, too. On one hand, the silence could mean that there was no longer a threat, but on the other, it could also mean that their threat was hiding in the shadows, waiting for the best time to strike. It also felt like a waste of overtime.
But because those two weeks had gone by without incident, Iida had finally taken him and Deku off of a few of those mandatory days. And as Iida would have it, they had the same day off that weekend. It was a Saturday morning, and Katsuki sat on the couch with Etsuki on the floor in front of him. With all of the overtime he'd been working just to keep her and the other kids safe, he'd found that he missed her. By the time he got home in the evenings, he hardly had enough time to cook them dinner and get her off to bed before he did it all over again. He hadn't gotten nearly enough time with her. And at the same time, he wished he was around Deku, too.
He and his hero partner had spent every waking hour over the last two weeks working together. They'd shared some stories, talked a little bit, and fuck. The damn freckled nerd was worming his way into Katsuki's fucking heart. He hadn't meant it to happen. He hadn't meant it at all, but each time they talked, each time he learned another detail about the nerd's life and he was able to share another minor one of his own, he felt his fucking heart flutter. And when he smiled. Fuck. Katsuki felt like he was floating up to infinity and beyond.
It was fucking stupid. He was fucking stupid. Which is why he picked up his phone and texted Deku, asking if he wanted to hang out with him and his daughter. Which is why when Deku said sure, he smiled so broadly that his face fucking hurt. Which is why when Deku knocked on the door, he was dressed as nicely as he possibly could muster for such an occasion.
He was in dark jeans and a tight-fitting, red v-neck. He had a black and red flannel tied around his waist for later on. He'd spent well over twenty minutes attempting to get his hair to sit perfectly, and in the end, with a thin layer of eyeliner and mascara as Camie had nagged over FaceTime, he was ready.
"You look good, Bakubabe," she said.
"Damn straight I do," he replied as he stepped out of his room and walked down the hallway. A quick glance around showed that Etsuki was neither in the living or the kitchen.
"He won't know what hit him. Gonna get that dick!"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. As much as he wanted to, unless Etsuki was out of the house, he wasn't sure that he could. What the fuck would he do if she walked in on him getting pegged by fucking Deku? He'd have to have Deku bury him six feet under. He'd never be able to live it down. Fucking nope.
"Probably not," he grumbled.
"Where is my favorite gremlin, anyway?" Camie asked.
"Probably getting ready."
And just as he was about to call over to Etsuki, the little girl came thundering down the hallway, her little hands on her hips. And when he saw her, his jaw damn near dropped to the floor.
"What the fu- er, frick are you wearing?" he roared.
"I'm the Icy-Hot Bastard!" she said with a clap and a giggle.
A roar of laughter sounded from Camie. "You're kidding!"
"I'm not," he replied.
Low and behold, his daughter was dressed just like the Icy-Hot Bastard, long, two-toned wig and all. He stared at her and her little blue suit and white boots. In her hands were the tiny pair of white ice-skates he'd bought her a few weeks before.
"First off, language," he said. And then he added in a tone of utter disbelief, "I thought you were gonna dress up as Elsa!"
"And then I remembered that Auntie Camie gave me a Shoto costume!"
"Camie!" Katsuki roared as he looked at the phone screen in his hand with a positively fucking scandalized tone.
"What? She wanted it, and Auntie delivered."
"You're not supposed to encourage her to like the enemy!"
"Now you're being dramatic, Daddy!" Etsuki cried, stomping her little foot. "Shoto is not the enemy."
Katsuki groaned. "You're dead to me, Camie."
Camie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Totally heard it before, and here I still am, babes."
"I mean it this time, Camie. I'm seri-"
There was a knock on the door, and Katsuki's eyes darted to the genkan. Deku.
"Gotta go, Camie."
He didn't wait for her to respond. He just hit the big red fucking button and hung up on her before shoving his phone into his pocket. He made his way into the genkan and threw open the door. There stood Deku in all of his freckled Deku glory. And by Deku glory, he meant those styled green curls, those tight fitting jeans, and that equally tight-fitting white t-shirt. Deku looked fucking delicious.
"Hey, Kacchan!" Deku said with that same bright smile that had Katsuki's heart flipping this way and that.
He gave the greenette a curt nod. "Took you fuckin' long enough," he grumbled. He turned away quickly and started into the house in some attempt to hide the blush that had spread onto his cheeks.
"What do you mean, Kacchan?" Deku asked. "I'm early. You told me 1:00 o'clock. It's only 12:45."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Deku. Let's get this show on the road."
"Oh my god!" Deku suddenly said.
Upon hearing the surprise and shock in Deku's voice, Katsuki immediately whipped his head in his direction. Only to see him fawning over his kid. You know, as he should. But why did it have to be in the Icy-Hot getup?
"You look so good!" Deku cried as he approached Etsuki. "You're a mini Shoto!"
Etsuki preened at the praise. "Thanks! Maybe I can dress up as you next!" she said as she bounced up and down.
Katsuki choked on his own damn spit at hearing those damn words come out of his own daughter's mouth. Nope. No. He couldn't have that. She could not dress up as Deku, not when that was the object of his growing affections, both romantically and sexually.
"Or you can just dress up as me again, Gremlin."
She groaned. "Daddy! I always dress up as you!" she whined.
"And I think you do a really great job at it! There isn't a wig around that can catch the color of your daddy's hair. And you just have it naturally!"
Etsuki's face lit up yet again. "Really?" she asked.
"Absolutely!" Deku replied.
Katsuki couldn't help but feel awestruck at the way that Deku interacted with his daughter. Considering what she'd gone through at such a young age, she didn't trust easily. It had taken her ages to get along with Camie and Kirishima. She hadn't been able to hug Camie for that first year of knowing one another. But she was opening herself up to Deku right away. She was all smiles and happy words. Katsuki was so damn proud of her. And fuck. If that didn't make Deku even more attractive in his eyes? His affinity with his daughter? Fuck.
"Daddy, is Mr. Izu-Senpai coming with us?" Etsuki asked, turning toward him.
Katsuki looked down at the beaming girl and nodded with a faint smirk. "Yeah, gremlin. He is."
Etsuki shot both of her hands into the air in a double fist pump. "FUCK YES!" she roared.
Katsuki looked at her, fucking appalled. "I know I gave her some bad habits, but do I really sound like that?"
Deku giggled, his hand in front of his mouth. "Yeah, Kacchan, you really do."
"This is absolute fucking bullshit, and you know it, shitty Deku..." Katsuki grumbled as he watched the greenette pull his daughter up onto his shoulders.
Etsuki only blew him a raspberry like the cheeky little shit that she was. "Daddy, you're boring. Deku is way cooler!"
Katsuk immediately shot daggers at the greenette beside him. They were about to step out onto the ice, and despite having skates of her own, Etsuki had insisted that her first go around be on Deku's shoulders. Typically, Katsuki was pissed. Not because she'd decided to ride on Deku's shoulders. That was fucking fine. It was her reason for wanting to ride on them in the first fucking place! The fucking audacity! How had Deku already swayed his child into thinking he - Deku with his fucking bunny ear having ass - was cooler than her own fucking badass dad. Fucking. Bullshit.
Beneath her, Deku chuckled nervously, those bright, green orbs flickering toward Katsuki. "Uh, hah. I don't exactly think that's true, Etsuki."
"Sure it is!" she chirped.
"You're dead to me, Deku," he said lowly.
"Daddy, that's a lot of dead people."
"How many people are on your list already?" Deku asked, cocking his head to the side.
"Auntie Camie and Mr. Izu-Senpai. Sometimes Uncle Kiri is on there, too," Etsuki said. "He tried to put grandma on the list, too, but she told him he was a brat, and he took it back."
"Is your daddy a brat?" Deku asked. Those green eyes shift toward him, a certain level of hidden mirth and desire behind those emerald pools.
Katsuki's mouth dropped open. Deku was seriously flirting in front of his three and a half year-old. FLIRTING? Was he fuckign nuts? Sure, most of this would go over Etsuki's head, but the bastard had to have some fucking sense of propriety, right? Evidently not because as Katsuki's jaw dropped and his cheeks boiled crimson, Deku fucking smirked.
"Don't answer that question, Etsu-"
"Yup!" she said over him. "Biggest brat ever."
She spread her arms wide, which caused her to wobble on Deku's shoulders. She squeaked in surprise as her little fists clenched onto Deku's face. Katsuki was worried that the both of them were going to go crashing to the ice, but the damn nerd didn't falter. Thank the fucking powers that be, Deku didn't drop his kid. He would have slaughtered a mother fucker.
"Careful up there!" Deku chided with that brilliant smile stretched across his freckled cheeks. "I think your daddy would kill me if I dropped you."
"Damn straight I would," Katsuki growled, glaring at Deku.
"No he wouldn't!" Etsuki said.
His eyes snapped to his daughter. Considering the last thing she'd told Deku he'd said, he was rather fucking terrified of what she'd say now.
"Daddy likes your butt," she said conspiratorially. Deku giggled at that. "He talked about your butt a lot when he maked breakfast this morning!"
Katsuki groaned. Of fucking course his kid would catch that out of all of his grumbled ramblings about the damn fucking nerd. He hadn't even been talking about his fucking ass. He was calling him an ass. Not talking about his positively perfect one. Fucking Christ. The worst part was, she was spot fucking on. He wasn't gonna let that hot piece of ass anywhere out of sight. At least, not anytime soon.
"I didn't realize you liked my butt that much, Kacchan," Deku said with a grin.
"Shove it."
"And you gave Daddy cuddles that one time!" Etsuki said.
He and Deku shared a horrified glance before looking back up at the small girl. "Uh, what are you talking about Gremlin?" Katsuki asked.
"That one time Mr. Izu-Senpai stayeded the night," she explained. "I wanted to come cuddle, but Mr. Izu-Senpai was already there!"
"And you just went back to your bed?" he asked her.
She nodded vigorously. "You looked so comfy! I wanted to join, but Daddy's a bed hog!"
"I am not!" he argued. "You're the one who's got their feet in my back all night long!"
"Nuh uh!"
"Yeah huh!"
Deku laughed a full blown, airy laugh, and once again, Katsuki's heart fluttered. "You two are just alike."
Katsuki rolled his eyes. He knew that already. Etsuki was his little hell spawn. Of course he knew where she'd gotten it from, his childhood considered. But to have Deku say it... Katsuki felt a little bit of pride inside that he'd hidden behind that eye roll.
"So, are you gonna snuggle again tonight?" Etsuki asked. "Cause I don't wanna see it if you do. That's gross."
Katsuki raised his eyebrows. That was not a question he planned on answering to either his child or the freckled man in front of him. Nah. Fuck that. Avoidance it was.
"You're gross."
"Nuh uh!"
"You know what, you little gremlin!" Katsuki said, advancing toward the girl and Deku.
"Oh my gosh! Mr. Izu-Senpai! Go! He's coming!"
And with a burst of speed that had to be in part due to Deku's use of One For All, they were gone, speeding across the ice. Katsuki grinned and raced after them.
By the time they'd left the ice arena, grabbed dinner, and started the walk home, Etsuki was out cold. Having fun and making nerds like Deku your bitch was tough work for a kid her age. She'd done it flawlessly, but she'd paid the price. An early bedtime of seven at night. Granted, that meant that she'd be up at five in the morning, but he'd cut his losses for that early bedtime.
He walked down the road toward home with Etsuki in his arms and Deku by his side. They'd just gotten off of the train, and while Deku could have easily stayed in the city where the ice rink had been, he'd insisted on walking home with them both. For the sake of Etsuki, he'd said. And while he didn't need Deku's fucking help taking care of his daughter, he had to admit that he appreciated the sentiment. Because, well, he was fucking agonizing over the what-ifs of taking Etsuki out into public right now. Sure, he'd been the one to suggest the outing, but that didn't stop him from having that ever nagging worry from settling over him.
What if a fire broke out and he was incapcitated? What if he couldn't get to her in time? What if they took one of the only things that made his world light? He wouldn't be able to stand it. His heart would fucking shatter. So, if Deku was here to make sure that that never happened, he'd accept the help.
"Uh, hey, Kacchan?" Deku asked, pulling Katsuki from his thoughts.
The blond looked over at him, a singular brow raised in question. "What?"
"Thanks for inviting me along today," Deku said. And honestly, the dumbass nerd seemed kind of... sheepish? That was yet another expression that Deku had that made Katsuki swoon.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he grumbled without looking at the greenette.
"No, really, Kacchan," Deku insisted. "I enjoyed it. A lot."
Katsuki smirked. "You were with me. You better have fuckin' enjoyed yourself."
"It's because I was with you, Kacchan, that I had such an amazing time."
This time, the blond rolled his crimson eyes. "Yeah, whatever, Deku."
"I'm serious!" he exclaimed.
Katsuki glanced over at him. There was a look of conflict rising on his face, as if, for the millionth time in his life, Deku was overthinking what he wanted to say. A nudge and a stern look seemed to jar him from that state, though.
"I need to tell you something, Kacchan. I'm just not sure how you'll react," Deku said
"Can't be worse than when I didn't tell you I was moving away," he said with a shrug.
"Depends on who you ask," the greenette replied.
Katsuki sent him a sideways glare. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Deku sighed softly and then looked at him with those big, earnest eyes of his. "I like you, Katsuki."
Well, that was a shift in their normal stupid nickname dynamic. A shift that he wasn't exactly prepared for. Deku never used his first name. He'd used his last name on countless occasions when he'd been pissed off and a few times in the heat of sex, but he couldn't recall a single occasion where the nerd had called him by his first name in general discourse. Ever. This conversation had just gotten way to serious, and he'd taken too long to fucking reply. Damn him and his fucking nerves.
Katsuki licked his lips and shot Deku a smirk in some attempt to safe fucking face. "Yeah, yeah. You've been up my ass since we were four, Deku. What else is new?"
He immediately internally cringed as soon as the words left his mouth. Deku had been up his ass, but he'd also been up his ass not a few weeks ago for some of the best sex of his life. Great fucking verbage, Katsuki. Good damn job. But Deku didn't seem to notice.
"That's not what I meant, Katsuki," Deku said softly. Still that use of his first name. Still that serious conversation.
Katsuki knew what he meant.
"Deku..." he said lowly in return. He glanced down at the girl in his arms and sighed. "I don't know how to be what you want. I don't know how to do relationships anymore."
"I figured you'd say something like that," Deku replied.
There was a tinge of sadness in his voice that ate at Katsuki. When had he ever been bothered by the broccoli-headed fuck's sadness before? He hadn't. But now? Now that he had copped some feelings, well. He was fucked.
Because the fact of the matter was he cared for Deku. He cared for him more than just as a friend. Five years and disaster of a marriage had made him realize what a fucking prize Deku actually was. Deku, the man he'd been brushing off since they were children. The one he'd bullied relentlessly. The one he'd shunned because of his quirklessness. And sure, Katsuki had atoned for all of that back in UA. Sure, he'd apologized and made his peace with the matter, but those feelings were resurfacing because he realized everything that made Deku fucking perfect.
He cared. He was kind. He could make Katsuki laugh, and best of all, he could make Etsuki laugh. She trusted him in a matter of days, and Katsuki, well, he'd trusted Deku for most of his life. This man was not only his hero partner, but also the object of his affections. Affections that he shouldn't have, but ones that were present nonetheless.
"Don't get me wrong," Katsuki said, already fighting the rising blush. "I, ah, I like you, too. I just, uh. I don't know how to do this anymore, Deku. Especially with you. I was awful to you for years. How can you just move past that?"
Deku shrugged and flashed him that perfect, beaming smile of his that sent a sea of calming vibes over Katsuki. "Kacchan, we've made our peace with that. I can't live my life holding grudges. Especially not when said grudge would keep me away from you."
"But why me?" he asked, his tone laced with frustration. "Why me, Izuku? I left. I didn't text or call or, or anything. So why?"
Deku was quiet for a second before he stopped on the sidewalk. Katsuki stopped beside him and looked at him with confused, red eyes. But Deku didn't seem confused at all. On the contrary, he seemed so damn certain. Katsuki was glad at least one of them felt that way because since he'd met Kiruka, he hadn't felt sure. He hadn't been sure of anything, and he needed someone to have control over their damn life.
The greenette's scarred hand came up to rest on his cheek. His thumb traced gentle circled onto Katsuki's crimson skin, and he decided fuck it. He leaned into Deku's touch.
"Katsuki, you can't ask me 'why you'," he said.
"Why the fuck not?" Katsuki asked, his voice no louder than a whisper.
"Because it's always been you."
Katsuki's heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. A torrent of different emotions crashed over him. Elation. Joy. Hope. But most of all, fear. He was fucking terrified of what caring about Deku would mean. About what Deku caring about him would mean. Could he really insert another person into his life? Could he make that commitment when he'd already failed so fucking spectacularly at one of life's biggests commitments? Marriage had fucked him up, and he was still recovering.
"Deku, I don't know if I can give myself to you," he said, pulling away from the greenette's touch.
"I'm not asking you to give yourself to me," he said in response. "I know relationships are hard for you. Evidently, the last five years were harder for you than they were for me, which I thought would be pretty damn impossible-"
"They were hard for you?" he interjected.
"Yeah, Kacchan. They were. I was, uh. I was really depressed for a while there," he said. "But we're not talking about me. We're talking about you."
But Katsuki was blindsided. Once again, he was ravaged with guilt. He'd thought a couple of times after leaving how it would affect Deku, but he'd always brushed it off. Deku wasn't in his life anymore. He'd been married. Come to find out the shit head had been depressed because of him. It just reiterated Katsuki's confusion at Deku fucking choosing him of all people.
"I know you're got your skeletons in the closet, Kacchan, and I'm not expecting you to tell me any of that. You've made yourself perfectly clear before," Deku said firmly, his hand grabbing hold of Katsuki's. Deku squeezed it firmly. "But I am asking that you give me a chance."
"What do you mean?"
"Go on a few dates with me," Deku said. "See how things could work between us."
Katsuki's teeth clamped down on his lower lip, and he chewed at it while he contemplated Deku's words. On one hand, he wanted to try. He wanted to give Deku a chance. He wanted to go on dates and do that dorky shit that Dekus liked to do. He wanted all of that. But he, again, was also fucking terrified of the repercussion should this not work out.
"Deku..."
"We had a one night stand already, Kacchan. What harm could a few dates do?"
Katsuki groaned, leaning his head against Etsuki's as she slept. "This is so ass fucking backward."
"I mean, you're not wrong about that," Deku said with a small laugh.
"It won't be easy being with me, Izuku," Katsuki said after a few long moments. "I've got a lot of baggage. Hell. I've got a fuckin' kid. It won't be easy."
"I'm not asking for this to be easy," Deku said softly with another squeeze of his hand. "I'm asking for you."
He looked down at those earnest, emerald eyes. He didn't see any hesitation or deception in them. The man in front of him was the same as he ever was. Stupid, honest Deku. He was prepared to go headlong into the fucking shitshow that was Katsuki's life.
So, what else could Katsuki say except, "Okay."
Deku's lips crashed down against Katsuki's. The kiss was hungry and powerful and fucking hot. It reeked of desperation, and Katsuki was willing to give into it. His hardon strained against his jeans. The layers of fabric were too fucking much. He wanted them gone, and he wanted them gone like five minutes ago, but Deku, as always, was taking his sweet fucking time.
As soon as they'd gotten back to his house and gotten Etsuki off to bed, it was a dance of sexual tension. Katsuki had made tea. They'd sat at the island in the kitchen, and sipped on it casually while also avoiding any heavy conversation. And by the time they'd gotten ten minutes into yet another All Might documentary, Katsuki could literally feel Deku's hungry gaze on him. It had been hard for fucking ignore, especially as the fuckwad had inched closer and closer until there was virtually no space on the goddamn couch.
It had started with light kissing. Kissing them turned into touching and making out. His hardon had popped somewhere in between all of that. And when he'd felt Deku's press against his leg, well fuck. He knew all fucking bets were off.
It was unbelievable that they'd actually made it to his bedroom without stumbling into a wall or some of the unpacked boxes that lined the hallway. It was a literal fucking miracle that they hadn't woken Etsuki. But somehow, they'd managed to get all the way into his room. They'd even gotten the door locked for safe measure.
Now, Katsuki's back was pressed against the door, his hands pinned above his head in a very familiar position. But it was a familiar position with a twist. Deku had activated Black Whip. The dark tendril of energy wrapped itself around Katsuki's wrists, leaving Deku's hands (insert descriptor word - something along the lines of deliciously, but not) free.
Their lips parted, a trail of saliva hanging as Deku pulled away. Those big, iridescent green eyes were locked on him. Katsuki shivered in pleasure under that intense gaze.
He cocked his head to the side, and said, "So perfectly hard for me, Kacchan. I want you so damn badly."
"Then take me," he said in response.
But Deku shook his goddamn head. "Oh, not yet," he said. Deku ran his hands down Katsuki's sides, which elicited a small groan of frustration from the blond. "Not just yet."
"You suck, you fucking tease," he grumbled.
A smirk formed on Deku's lips.
"Oh, Kacchan, that's actually your job," he said as his hand lifted. His thumb ran over Katsuki's lower lip, pulling at it slightly. The motion caused a shudder to run down the full length of Katsuki's spine.
Fuck. What was this bastard doing to him? Katsuki already felt as though those words were going to turn him into a submissive puddle. And while it sounded fucking divine to swallow down Deku's massive cock, he couldn't give in so soon. Not without a little bit of a bite first.
"Fucking make me," he said, his voice laced with challenge and desire.
"Those are dangerous words, Kacchan." Deku's tongue darted out to wet his lips, his thumb still tugging gently at Katsuki's. "I want to destroy your ass and that snarky fucking mouth, Kacchan."
"I doubt you could," he said.
Like a switch, something flipped in Deku. Katsuki saw something purely carnal in his eyes, and it sent shivers of anticipation running down Katsuki's spine straight to his goddamn dick. Deku like this was fucking hot. His knees went weak at the thought of taking on Deku's cock when he had that look in his eyes. He'd be dominant and in control, and the blond craved Deku forcing him to submit. Even if he was out of control for just an hour or two, the relief would be immense. He wanted Deku to decimate him. He needed him to. Like holy fucking shit.
"Hmm. So damn cocky for someone who is so damn helpless," Deku said as Black Whip tightened slightly around his wrists, reminding him of its presence. "But I think you're cocky because you want me to destroy you."
Katsuki swallowed, his mouth going dry under Deku's intense, analytical stare. He'd just taken Katsuki apart like some common villain, and fuck, he'd never thought he'd find those nerdy tendencies attractive. But the way Deku could use him to bare away his brashness to see all of his desires beneath… Well how could he not be thoroughly fucking aroused?
Katsuki nodded his head just a fraction to confirm Deku's theory.
Another smirk spread into those plump pink lips, and Deku's thumb, which had shifted down to Katsuki's chin, tilted his face upward so that he was forced to look Deku directly in the eye. Another shiver went through him, and his dick twitched yet again. It strained against his tight jeans, begging to be let out of its confines. But he had the feeling Deku was going to make him wait as long as fucking possible before he felt even the slightly amounts of relief.
"I'm going to destroy you Kacchan. There's no doubt about that," he said.
Suddenly, Deku turned away from him and walked toward Katsuki's bed. Black Whip tugged Katsuki along, and once they were right at the foot of his bed, Black Whip tugged him down, forcing his knees to crash to the ground. Katsuki looked up sharply at Deku as he forced the gasp that had threatened to slip out back down. He was perfectly level with Deku's crotch, and he could see his cock's outline as it strained against his pants. Katsuki swallowed the saliva that had started to pool in his mouth.
"Do you want to see it, Kacchan?"
The blond nodded almost imperceptibly, which caused Deku to tut slightly.
"Ah, ah, ah," Deku said. "I need words."
Katsuki swallowed. "I want to see it," he said quietly as his ears and cheeks flushed.
"I thought so," Deku said.
He ran one hand through Katsuki's hair in amusement while the other worked at his belt and button and zipper. Katsuki watched in anticipation as Deku finally let his cock spring free. It was just as he remembered it. Fucking massive and perfect with his dark green almost black bush of hair sitting at the base. He could smell his musk coming off of him, and it made Katsuki want to swallow it down even more. Fuck, having Deku fuck his throat relentlessly. Shit it was a hot thought. But holy shit, how was that supposed to fit in Katsuki's mouth?
"Do you like what you see?" Deku asked.
Again Katsuki nodded. The hand in his hair immediately tightened, causing him to wince and gasp in surprise.
"Words, Kacchan," Deku demanded.
Everything inside of Katsuki melted into goo at Deku's forcefulness. Because sweet mother of everything, he loved Deku's dominant side. He needed to see more of it. Wanted to be subjected to more of it.
"I like your cock."
"You like my cock, what?"
Katsuki's brain short circuited. What was Deku asking? What more could he possibly want out of that statement? Katsuki's crimson gaze searched Deku's own for half a second before it clicked.
"I like your cock, Sir," he said.
"Good boy," Deku said.
His hold on Katsuki's hair slackened. He patted him on the head and smirked. He seemed to like seeing Katsuki like this. On his knees, pupils brown wide, and ready to be his cocksleeve. He seemed to like making Katsuki use superlative titles with him. The blond didn't give a damn. He was still focused on the 'good boy'. Katsuki preened at the fucking praise. He liked being told he was doing a good fucking job. Who wouldn't? But there was also something about the slight degradation in his tone that made him go fucking wild. That was when he finally felt it fully wash over him. The desire to submit to Deku had taken over. He would be pliant and ready for Deku. He wanted to fulfill his desires because in the end, Katsuki knew that Deku would send him to the heavens and back.
"If you're good, and you suck me off nicely, then I'll just have to reward you, won't I?"
"Please, Sir," Katsuki whispered, his lips parted in anticipation.
"Then suck."
Katsuki willingly obliged to Deku's command, bringing his lips close to his tip, which was already beaded in precum. He kissed it slightly, smearing the cum across his lips. He looked up directly at Deku as he swiped his tongue over his lips, lapping up his seed.
"Fuck, that was hot, Kacchan," Deku said. "Such a good, sexy boy for me."
Once again, Katsuki was preening. He loved the praise, no matter how minuscule, that Deku sent his way, the slightest bolsters in his confidence went straight to his aching dick, and while it was painful now, he knew it would all be worth the anticipation.
Katsuki set his hands on Deku's hips. He opened his lips fully and took Deku's head into his mouth. He tasted of his shower gel - earthy and cool and oh so very tantalizing. Katsuki took in more of his length, inching down. He loved his tongue around his length to give him a thorough coat of saliva. And after a few swipes up and down his cock, Katsuki finally managed to get his lips fully seated at the base of his cock. Deku's cock was massive, and it was already penetrating his throat. But the fact that he could swallow it down with no issue was fucking flooring him. He hummed in satisfaction, which caused Deku's dick to twitch in his mouth.
"So good at this Kacchan," Deku breathed. Katsuki looked up at him, and he seemed thoroughly blissed out. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back as Katsuki enveloped him. "Keep going."
Katsuki bobbed his head up and down Deku's length starting off slowly. He wanted to get Deku worked up. He wanted him to crave more because when that happened, he knew he'd begin to lose control. And fuck. Deku, wild and untamed in the heat of sex, was sexier than anything he could imagine.
"You like swallowing down my cock?" Deku asked.
Katsuki hummed in affirmation. That made the moan delicious yet quiet moan escaped from the greenette.
"Fuck, Kacchan," he breathed. "You make me want to scream, but we can't be loud."
Katsuki smirked around Deku's dick. While he wanted to ensure that he didn't wake his kid across the hall, he couldn't help but feel satisfaction as Deku's moans seeped into his room. This is exactly what he wanted. He wanted him to feel all of the satisfaction in the world.
"What do you want me to do to you, Kacchan?" Deku asked.
The blond slid languidly off of Deku's dick and looked up at him. "I want you to fuck my goddamn throat."
Deku's grip on his hair tightened, and Katsuki groaned. "Don't be rude. I don't reward rude boys. So, why don't you try that again."
The freckled man smiled down at him sweetly to finish off his statement.
Katsuki glared up at him before relenting. "I want you to fuck my throat, Sir."
"Better," he said. "Now, get to work."
Katsuki nodded and pulled Deku's cock back into his mouth. He started off slow at first. Simple twists of his wrist to pump his shaft. He laved his tongue on the underside to work his vein. It was just enough to get Deku to moan a few more times into the darkness.
"So, you want me to fuck your throat?" Deku said through his moans.
He hummed in response. Because - fuck - that's what he'd asked, wasn't it?
"If it's too much, slap my ass, and I'll stop," Deku said before he raked both of his hands into Katsuki's hair. The blond nodded. "Oh, and Kacchan?"
Katsuki raised both of his eyebrows at him in question.
"Shut up and keep eye contact with me, babe."
And then his hips started moving. Katsuki had been fucked by Deku before. He knew the man's pace was relentless, but back then, he'd been feeling it in his ass. Now that Deku was fucking his throat, well, Katsuki understood why Deku had warned him. He knew Deku wasn't using One For All. Those tell-tale green sparks that marked the quirk were absent. But that didn't mean that Deku didn't get an extra boost from being its wielder. It didn't take long for tears to prickle in Katsuki's eyes. He wanted desperately to close his eyes to keep them at bay, but Deku had demanded eye contact. So, he tried to blink them away, and that only succeeded in forcing them down his cheeks.
And Deku didn't relent when his tears started to fall, either. He kept going and Katsuki allowed it. He allowed himself to be Deku's toy, his cocksleeve. In that moment, he fucking wanted to please the man's every desire. He wanted the man to bust a nut, and Katsuki wanted to be the one to swallow down that load.
"You're such a good boy for me. You're even crying for me," Deku said, swiping his thumb beneath Katsuki's eye while he fucked his throat.
The blond shuddered but leaned into his touch. His lips slid further down Deku's length until he'd bottomed out in his dark green pubes. Keeping Deku's cock so deep in his throat only made his eyes water more, especially with his rapid movements.
"You look so debauched with my cock stretching your lips wide and eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks," Deku said. "Makes me want to ram you even more."
Katsuki nodded his head minutely, his eyes pleading with Deku. If he hadn't been told to shut up and keep his mouth on Deku's fat cock, he would have said so. But he didn't want to risk disappointing Deku by separating his mouth from the greenette's length.
Soon enough, Deku's hips stuttered, signaling that his orgasm was close. He tried to keep his same, relentless pace, but he couldn't. Not when his cock was swelling and hardening to its fullest extent between Katsuki's lips. It seemed that Katsuki was going to get his wish.
"I-I'm gonna cum, Kacchan," he moaned. "Swallow for me, Kacchan."
Katsuki didn't even need to grant him a response because Deku was blowing his load down Katsuki's throat. He could taste the saltiness of his cum coating his tongue before he swallowed it down like a fucking champ. Spitters were quitters, and he wasn't a fuckin' quitter. And when he'd sucked Deku completely dry, the freckled man let out a hum of satisfaction.
"So good to me, Kacchan," Deku said, running his scarred fingers through Katsuki's hair. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
He tugged Katsuki's hair, pulling him even deeper yet down on his cock. Katsuki moaned around his dick, his eyes fluttering closed even though he was supposed to be looking at Deku. It was just the idea of Deku forcing him into silence by gagging him with his fucking dick. It was making him crazy. He knew the wet patch on the front of his jeans from his dribbling precum must have been massive, but he didn't give a damn. He'd wear it like a Medal of Honor if it meant that he could be dominated by Deku.
"Look at me, Kacchan," Deku said, voice dangerously low.
Katsuki opened his eyes, and fixed Deku with a pleading look. His dick ached. His throat was raw. He was an utter mess, and he wanted to be destroyed further. He needed it.
"So good for me," Deku crooned. He took hold of Katsuki's hair once more and pulled him off of his dick with an audible pop! "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Kat-su-ki. Would you rather I keep fucking your throat or do you want me to pound your ass, hmm?"
"I want you to fuck my ass, Sir," Katsuki said, his voice slighly hoarse from Deku's cock ramming his throat. "Please fuck me."
Deku tilted his head to the side and smiled brightly. "Of course, Kacchan! You asked so nicely. How could I deny you?"
Katsuki had no answer to that. Instead, he looked up at Deku, waiting for further directions from him.
"So patient for me, Kacchan. Your cock looks like it's about to burst out of your pants. It's so hard," Deku said.
"You could touch it and give it some relief, Sir."
"You would like that, wouldn't you, Kacchan," Deku said. "But I think you'll just have to wait, now won't you."
"But-"
"Ah, ah, ah. Don't argue with me," Deku said.
He took hold of Katsuki's hands and pulled him to his feet. Katsuki obliged, his legs aching from being on his knees for so long. Deku took hold of the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
"I do want to see all of you, though," he said as his nimble, scarred fingers popped open the button of his jeans.
Katsuki sucked in a breath because there were only a few layers of fabric separating those magical fucking fingers from his aching cock. He only wished Deku wasn't being a fucking bastard and refusing to fucking touch him. Fuck he wanted to be touched.
In one fell swoop, Deku ripped his jeans and boxers down his legs. Katsuki's cock sprang free of its confines, the cool air of his bedroom relieving him of some of the intense heat he felt in that sensitive area. With Deku's guidance, he stepped out of his boxers and jeans completely. The greenette was kneeling on the floor now, his mouth only inches from Katsuki's dick. How he fucking wanted Deku's lips around his shaft. Just some form of fucking relief to get rid of the pain in his dick. But he knew he wouldn't be so damn lucky.
"So beautiful, Kacchan," Deku whispered into the darkness, his warm breath ghosting over Katsuki's dick. It twitched slightly before Deku's emerald eyes. "And all for me."
Katsuki tilted his head back and groaned through his swollen lips. "Only for you, Sir."
"Good boy," Deku said as he stood tall.
Katsuki's eyes were pulled back to him like a magnet to metal. He watched as Deku languidly pulled his shirt over his head in a way that was too sexy to be fucking legal. He pulled down his jeans and boxers next, and soon enough, they were both standing in front of one another, completely naked. Katsuki marveled at Deku's body. He was fucking stunning, and despite not being able to see very well in the darkness, he just knew that he had freckles coating most of his skin. The man was a constellation of freckles, like stars in the night sky, and Katsuki wanted to map them all. He would map them all. He and Deku had decided on small dates. He could do this. If it meant that he had the rest of his life to map out the stars covering Deku's skin, then he could do this.
"I think I want to take you from behind this time, Kacchan," Deku said, his knuckles trailing against Katsuki's jaw. "What do you think about that?"
"Fucking yes, Sir," he said with a low groan.
Deku slipped behind him, the hand that was on his jaw sliding down to his waist. He felt Deku's thick, erect cock in the cleft of his ass, and shit. If that wasn't a turn on.
"If you can't make eye contact with me, I want you to see nothing at all," Deku said into his ear. "Are you okay with that, Katsuki?"
Katsuki breathed out a shuddering breath and his eyelids fluttered closed. The thought of being forced into darkness because he couldn't make eye contact with the greenette- "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy," Deku said, and Katsuki could hear the dripping smirk in his tone. "And if I bound you so you couldn't move?"
"Please, Sir," Katsuki said.
"Such good manners," Deku said, running his hands down Katsuki's sides. "Do you have any hard limits? Anything you absolutely don't want me to do?"
Katsuki froze. While he knew Deku question was supposed to enforce a safe and consensual sexual relationship between them, he couldn't help but feel a spike of fear at his words. What he didn't want to happen… He could think of his me thing right off the bat.
"Don't hit me," he said softly, vulnerably even. "And- And don't make me bleed."
He knew the request was loaded, especially with his tone of voice. He knew Deku would have questions, but thankfully, the greenette's stunned silence only lasted a moment. He didn't ask any questions. He didn't say a word. He only held Katsuki close to him, his hold tightening on his hips.
It wasn't that Katsuki couldn't take a punch. That shit was easy. He was a hero for a goddamn reason. It was his shattered trust surrounding being hit by someone he cared about. He didn't give a damn if he and Deku were have some hot as fuck rough sex. He couldn't take it. Hell, even the hair pulling was pushing it, but Katsuki could manage that.
"Okay, Kacchan," Deku whispered.
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me already," he growled in response.
"So demanding," Deku said. "And very impolite. You didn't even address me properly. I can't reward bad boys. I don't let bad boys orgasm, either."
Katsuki's eyes shot open at that. "Wh- I-"
"You, what, Kacchan?" Deku asked. "You want to apologize for your bad behavior?"
The blond swallowed down the knot in his throat. He had a strong feeling that Deku wouldn't let him cum. The asshole would fuck him ragged, get him right to the precipice, and leave him hanging. He'd probably tell Katsuki he couldn't go touch himself, either. And while orgasm denial was fucking hot, he didn't think his painfully hard cock could take that. He'd have blue balls before morning.
"I-I'm sorry, Sir," he gritted out. No way in he was missing out on an orgasm.
"I don't think words are good enough, Kacchan," Deku tutted.
Katsuki bit back the whine that threatened to pour out of him. He didn't whine. "What do you want then, Sir?"
"I want you to get on that bed, on your knees, and present that pretty little asshole to me so I can get you all stretched and ready for me," he said.
Katsuki nodded stiffly. "Yes, Sir."
He felt Deku lightly pat his asscheek. "Good boy."
On shaky legs, Katsuki climbed onto his bed. He got onto all fours and slowly lowered his chest to the mattress. He then reached behind him and spread his cheeks for Deku. His cheeks were on fire. This shit was humiliating, but fuck. It made his cock weep more. It hung uselessly between his legs, just an inch or two above the fabric of his comforter. He wouldn't even get the friction from that to help him out.
"Like this, Sir?" he asked.
"Perfect," Deku said. Katsuki heard the drawer of his nightstand open. Deku seemed to dig around for a second before he came out with his prize. "You keep the lube in your nightstand Kacchan. That so naughty of you."
Deku was back over to him. He heard the cap of the lube pop open, and suddenly, the cold liquid was pouring over his sensitive area. It dribbled over his hole and then past it to his balls.
"Hmm, I love making a mess of you, Kacchan," Deku said. "Do you like being a mess for me?"
"Yes, Sir," he said.
"Good," he replied.
"Sir, please touch me," Katsuki finally begged. He didn't think he could take the ache in his cock anymore. He needed release. "Please. It hurts, Sir."
Deku chuckled above him. "Fine, but our terms from earlier still apply."
Suddenly, Black Whip was snaking around both his wrists and eyes. The dark energy first shrouded him in darkness and then pulled his wrists high above his head so that they were pinned to the bed. And as far away from his needy fucking dick as possible.
"I don't want your naughtily hands touching yourself. You seem so desperate, Kacchan, and I'm not ready to touch you yet."
Katsuki whined loudly and unabashedly. "But, Sir. I need you to. I need your touch. It hurts. I need to cum."
"Oh, and you will," Deku said as his weight behind him caused the bed to dip. "But you'll cum completely untouched."
Katsuki sucked in a deep breath. "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy," Deku said once again.
Suddenly, those deft fingers were plunging past the tight ring of muscle that marked his entrance with no warning or pretense at all. Katsuki bit back a whimper because fuck that shit. He was gonna take Deku on like a fucking champ. Luckily, he was allowed a few moments to adjust before Deku's fingers were moving inside of him. The greenette made quick work of scissoring him open. And when he was nice and loose, Deku granted him a single brush of his fingertips over his prostate. With how sexually neglected he'd been, Katsuki saw the fucking rainbow. He pressed his face into the mattress to stifle the moan that he'd loosed because he really didn't need to wake his kid in the middle of the night while Deku had his fingers shoved up Katsuki's ass. For some reason, he thought that that would be a shit idea.
"You sound so fucking good, Kacchan," Deku praised. "I can't resist you. I want to fuck you so badly."
"Please, Sir," Katsuki begged.
Deku's fingers brushed over his prostate again, and he had to hold back yet another moan of pleasure. Fuck, Deku was brutal to him. His cock was weeping. His ass was stretched and ready to be rammed, but Deku was still holding out on him, teasing him.
"But I like seeing you squirm, Kacchan," Deku said innocently.
"And I need you to fuck me, Sir. I need to cum," he said. "It fucking hurts having to hold the fuck back. I need this. Please. I need this, Sir."
Deku hummed. "Well, only because you asked so nicely, Kacchan."
Those scarred fingers slipped out of his hole, leaving him feeling impossibly empty. God, he fucking ached for release, a release that only Deku would be able to provide him with. He heard the bottle of lube open and close again. And then there it was. The head of Deku's cock gently prodded his entrance.
"Are you ready for me, Kacchan?" Deku asked.
Katsuki nodded into his Black Whip imposed darkness. "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
As soon as the words left Katsuki's lips, Deku was plunging into him. He pressed deeper and deeper until his cock was fully seated to his base. Katsuki groaned through it all. Deku's cock felt better inside of him than he remembered. Hell, he'd been fucking plastered the last time they'd fucked, so everything was a bit of a blur. But this time, he was fucking sure he'd remember every fucking detail. The way Deku's girth stretched him out and filled him up. The way that his tip poked at his prostate as he started to thrust in and out. The way that each thrust made him see a myriad of colors.
Katsuki was in heaven.
"You feel so fucking good," Deku whispered. "So damn tight around my cock. So good, Kacchan."
Katsuki couldn't even form the words to reply because at this point, Deku was hitting his prostate with each and every fucking thrust of his hips. Katsuki had been dangling over the precipice of cumming for more of the night, and he was so damn close now. He needed to tell him. He needed to verbalize his need to cum. But the words came out garbled when he tried.
"Deku- I- Sir," he moaned. "Gotta cum. Please."
Above him, Deku hummed. "Then cum for me, Kacchan."
He didn't hold back. As soon as the words were out of Deku's lips, Katsuki came. His dick stood at attention as it spurted cum across both his stomach and his bedspread. He had to bite back a scream of a moan as he finally, finally climaxed. And fuck it felt so damn good. Even without Deku touching him, he felt fucking amazing.
And because this was Deku, he wasn't done there.
Deku's cock slid out from between his cheeks, leaving Katsuki once again feeling empty. But that feeling was short-lived. Suddenly, he was being flipped onto his back. He could feel cum dribbling from between his asscheeks; Deku must have cum at the same time as Katsuki. Fucking sexy. He loved that shit.
"I want more of you, Kacchan. I want all of you," he said.
Black Whip disappeared from around Katsuki's eyes; his wrists remained bound above his head. He blinked a few times as Deku came into focus. He kneeled over him in a predatory sort of way. His eyes were glazed over with lust, and shit. If that didn't have Katsuki's dick standing upright once again-
"You look so damn good," Deku breathed, his lips lowering closer and closer to Katsuki's dick.
"Deku- What are you doing?" Katsuki asked. He wasn't ready for more.
Especially not what he thought Deku was doing. He was still a twitching, sensitive mess. He hadn't been touched at all that night. Deku giving him head would be a mess of overstimulation. And evidently, that's exactly what Deku wanted.
"It's Sir to you, Kacchan," Deku said before closing his lips around Katsuki's cock.
The sensations that coursed through him were fucking insane. His overly sensitive cock had come to life in Deku's mouth. He writhed beneath the man, his body instinctively trying to pull away from the source of his overstimulation. But Deku seemed to have anticipated that. Tendrils of Black Whip expelled from Deku's hands. They wrapped around Katsuki's ankles forcing him to remain still.
"Holy fucking shit," Katsuki whispered into the darkness as his eyes fluttered closed and his eyes rolled backward. "Deku. You're gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me cum. It's too fuckin' soon. I'm too damn sensitive. Sir, please."
But his begging did him no good. His second orgasm came like a fucking explosion. It had only taken Deku all of sixty pitiful seconds to get him there, but the second was more intense and fucking amazing than the first. Deku had him seeing sounds and hearing colors. He was fucking positive that this was the best fucking orgasm of his life.
Katsuki saw white, and then nothing.
When he came to, Katsuki was nestled under the covers of his own bed. But it wasn't the same comforter that had been on his bed before. That one was red, and this one was a nice, deep emerald green - like Deku's eyes. Katsuki lifted his head from his pillow and looked around. Just as he did, the door to the ensuite bathroom opened, and out stepped Deku along with a cloud of steam. He was wearing a pair of Katsuki's underwear. The blond furrowed his brows at him. Deku seemed to notice his lifted head immediately. He smiled sheepishly and scratched at the shaved portion of his head.
"I hope you don't mind that I used your shower, Kacchan," Deku said with a soft smile. "I cleaned you up, but I didn't want to get into your clean bed all gross."
Katsuki rolled his eyes and sat up completely. He reached his arms out to Deku and glared at him.
"Come snuggle me," he grumbled.
That elicited another beautiful smile from Deku. "So needy after sex, Kacchan."
"I'll kick your ass out," he threatened.
Deku chuckled and crossed the room. He slipped under the covers with him. Katsuki laid down beside him, putting his back to him.
"Snuggle me, dammit," he mumbled as sleep threatened to pull him under again.
"You can't sleep with your cochlear's in, silly," Deku said softly.
"But I don't wanna get up."
"Can I put them away for you?"
Katsuki nodded into his pillow. "Say goodnight to me first."
Deku chuckled again. "Goodnight, Kacchan."
"Goodnight, nerd."
He felt those nimble fingers - that had been so graciously scissoring him open not so long ago - pull the cochlear hearing aids from around his ears. Katsuki was plunged into silence once more. Deku got up to put them away, but soon enough, he was back behind Katsuki. His body radiated that perfect warmth that threatened to lull the blond into a dream-filled slumber. He hummed softly as those strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close.
Deku mumbled something against the back of his neck, but he couldn't be sure what he'd said. Sleep had already taken over.
A/N/:
Me: *Asks Beta to cut and paste an idea to the bottom of the doc with the rest of my notes for later*
Beta: It's at the bottom, like Kacchan.