A/N/: I'm sorry it took me so long to get this out guys. I was in a really bad writing slump for a while there. And it just... Took me a while to get myself back together. This chapter was TOUGHT. But here we are! There are good things in this chapter I hope you like it.
Please gib opinions. Am in need of positivity
Beta: ALL HAIL THE BAD DECISIONS CLUB, lowkey a cult at this rate.
Katsuki
Raising a kid with his current levels of work-life balance was proving to be a challenge. Both Katsuki and Etsuki had started to feel the effects of his extended shifts and late hours. It was hard to notice the change, either. As October passed on by, Etsuki's behavior began to spiral. Her moods became sporadic. Her temper was fragile. Accidents with her quirk became more and more frequent by the day. He wasn't sure who spent more time in his house - himself or Aizawa. But one thing was for certain. This was healthy for any of the parties involved. Not for her growing, three and a half year-old psyche and definitely not for his stress levels.
He attributed the worst of it to the sudden changes in her schedule. After her daycare burned, she was constantly shifting where she was and who she stayed with. There were nights when he couldn't come to get her at all because of how late his shift ran and how early the next one started. He'd call her before her bedtime and tell her he loved her, but nothing actually beat his actual presence and a nice, tight hug.
He missed her hugs most of all. They became less frequent the more her moods spiraled.
He managed the best way that he could while also ensuring her safety. He couldn't take her anywhere that wasn't absolutely necessary. Gone we're their little trips to the store or to the park. He couldn't risk losing her to those assholes who'd taken the rest of the children. So instead, he spent as much free time with her as possible within the walls of their home. And when her moods went sour, he tackled her tantrums delicately. He tried to make her feel loved. And he caved and allowed her to sleep in his bed more often than not.
It was where she was now. Curled up right beside him in bed as he brought work home with him yet again. Katsuki stared at the screen of his work tablet, his brows furrowed.
In front of him was a map with all of the locations of the abductions circled. Looking at it left him confused. He couldn't find the pattern. Everything in this map just looked so random. It wasn't some fancy star or lines that intersect to hit one solid point. No. The sites of the abductions were scattered.
And so, he went to Google maps to dig deeper. If it wasn't a pattern in the sense that the sites gave him a clue, there had to be something else. It couldn't just be random. They had some sort of intel. They couldn't have just found out about these kids' quirks without some sort of help. There had to be something consistent surrounding all of the sites. And Katsuki planned to find it.
He started with any government buildings near the sites. Any building that he thought might have access to quirk registration records. There were a whopping two government buildings, neither of which were even remotely close to any of the abduction sites. And besides, government facilities were too damn hard to hack into. Of course there could have been a mole, too, but for some reason, Katsuki gut told him that that wasn't the answer.
With a frown plastered onto his lips, he continued his search. He went through several different places - public libraries, grocery stores, playgrounds - all of which yielded no credible results. To have each child display their quirk in public would have been too coincidental. There had to be some place that was consistent that allowed for records on the kids to be displayed. Then it hit him like a fucking Detroit Smash to the fucking face.
Fucking schools.
It was the only consistent thing possible. All of the kids had to attend school at some point in time. It didn't matter how close they were, either. Records on students were readily available. As far as he knew, you could pull all sorts of records from schools. A child's parents, siblings, date of birth, quirk, and so much fucking more. All of that information was so easily accessible, and the people who protected it? The teachers.
It wasn't uncommon for the Paranormal Liberation Front to recruit everyday citizens. Actually, it was the whole name of the game for them. Get ordinary people in their ranks so that they could blend into society. He wouldn't have been surprised if there were teachers among their ranks. But that very thought made his blood run cold. If it was the teachers handing over information to the Paranormal Liberation Front, who could they trust? Would they need to close down the schools?
Katsuki made quick work of sending an email to Tsukauchi with his theories. Despite how much he dreaded having to investigate some of the people who were meant to keep these kids safe, it was something to look into.
And once the email was sent and his tablet was set aside, Katsuki pulled Etsuki close to him. He snuggled her until he fell asleep, his only solace being her safety whilst in his arms.
Deku didn't share Katsuki's next scheduled day off. The greenette had picked up the hours to cover other heroes who, like Katsuki, had kids and families to take care of. With his additional free time, he made a point of getting out to the grocery store. With everything going on, he'd been fucking. He was getting to the point where his fridge was pretty damn barren. Etsuki had eaten more tayto sandwiches that week than she should have because he was slacking.
Katsuki donned a hat to cover his very recognizable hair, a pair of reading glasses with no prescription, and a surgical mask before he made the short trip to the nearest grocery store. He didn't need much. Just some fresh meat and produce so he could cook an actual fucking meal. He planned to get in and get out with no pit stops. At least, that was until he saw the display right at the entrance of the store.
It was all hero merchandise. There was all kinds of shit - t-shirts, keychains, cups, and more - for all of the different heroes that served in Musutafu. Deku, Red Riot, Pinky, and Ingenium were just a few of them. But smack dab in the middle of it all was his fucking face. His eyes widened. What the actual fuck was he doing on this goddamn stand? And why did they have fuckign boxers with his goddamn logos on it?!
He snatched them up angrily, looking them over. The first thing he noticed was how soft they were. He'd been expecting them to be some shitty polyester bullshit, but from the texture alone, he could tell that they were cotton. And fuck. They felt wonderful. But fucking really? It was ridiculous. Who the fuck would wear Dynamight fucking boxers-
Katsuki paused. He knew one person that might wear Dynamight boxers. Actually, he knew a guy who would wear them simply because they were his in his colors and logo. Fucking Deku. Katsuki grinned devilishly behind his mask. He couldn't wait to see him in his merchandise. He knew damn nerd would be geeking the fuck out over them. He looked over the selection of boxers. He grabbed a large and tossed them into his basket. Deku had a fat fucking ass. There was no way he'd fit in anything smaller. Hell, he was sure large would hug his ass and thighs pretty tightly, too.
God fucking damn. He couldn't wait to see that shit.
And the sooner he got them home and into the wash, the sooner he coerce the damn nerd into putting them on. Katsuki made quick work of walking through the store, grabbing the essentials. Produce. Meat. Potato chips. Ya know. The shit that mattered. He was gonna consider it a pretty successful shopping venture, too. He got all the way to the checkouts without being recognized. That was always a win in his book. But he needed to emphasize the was in that earlier statement. As soon as he got into line, another person got into line behind him. And as fate would have it, said person was really fucking good at recognizing him as a civilian.
"Mr. Bakugou?" Ms. Nakamura asked, her familiar voice chipper and upbeat as always.
He had options here. He could ignore her and go about his day. Or he could turn and talk to her. He wasn't sure what he'd rather do. On one hand, he really didn't want to talk to fucking anybody. Talking meant people would notice him and his trademark gruff voice. The thing he needed was a paparazzi storm as he tried to cart fuckign groceries back to his house. On the other hand, he could ignore her.
But something didn't sit right about her after the conclusions he'd come to about the teachers in Musutafu. And sure, they were unfounded ones at best, but they'd still left an unsettling taste in his mouth. How was he supposed to react once suspicions about the people who were supposed to keep children safe settled in his head? Suspiciously. That was the answer.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asked the woman with a small grunt of frustration.
"Well, considering you come to pick your daughter up wearing the exact same hat..." she said trailing off.
Right. He liked to keep his anonymity when he picked up his daughter, too, and well, his disguise wasn't frequently updated. He wrinkled his nose as he sneered behind his mask. He was glad that she couldn't tell what expression he was making because she would have pulled the usual passive aggressive bullshit with him that she got when he cursed in front of kids.
"Right," he said without any effort to continue the conversation.
"How's Etsuki doing? Have you found her a new daycare yet while they rebuild?" she asked. From the sound of it, there was genuine concern seeping into her voice. It gave him doubts that Nakamura could be one of the assholes ratting out kids to the Paranormal Liberation Front. How could she when she seemed so concerned? But then again, that concern could also be a damn front. He just didn't know.
"Not yet," he said.
"Well, I hope she's okay. She's such a sweet, vivacious girl," Nakamura said with a kind smile that caused her eyes to crinkle at the corners.
"Yeah. She is," he said quietly. "How are you handling the loss of your three students?"
Nakamura's expression shifted at that, a frown etching its way onto her features. Her voice was soft when she spoke. "It's, ah… It's h-hard," she stammered. "I feel like I failed them as their teacher. I didn't keep them safe when I promised them that I would."
As she spoke those words, Katsuki scrutinized her for any hint of a lie, and he found… Nothing.
The woman's entire demeanor in these moments - her heartbroken visage - had him convinced that she was one of the few people he could officially trust. Her words didn't feel falsified. She seemed pretty damn stricken, and he hoped with every fiber in his being that she wasn't trying to pull wool over his eyes.
"Us parents really value teachers like you, ya know?" he said. "The fact that you care about our kids when we're not around... Right now, when even us parents are struggling to keep our kids safe... We don't blame you for what happened."
She smiled faintly up at him. "Thanks."
"It's rough right now," he said as she approached the cashier's counter and began laying her soon-to-be purchases down on the conveyor belt. "But give us time. The heroes will get it sorted soon."
"I think you're right," she said.
It didn't get sorted soon. Even with the connection he made to the city's teachers, they hadn't found any new leads. What could they expect to find through background checks on a teacher? They had no criminal records. And hell, even when looking at which kids went to what schools and what classrooms they were in, they still found very few connections. Again, it all seemed so damn random. He was at a fucking loss.
So maybe his suspicions were unfounded?
Katsuki sighed and ran his hands over his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. His shift that day was gonna be a long one. It was Halloween, and he and Deku were tasked with patrolling the neighborhoods as kids were trick-or-treating. He didn't mind doing it. It was the least he could do in order to keep kids safe. He just wished the city had some fucking common sense. Why the fuck didn't they cancel trick-or-treating for the year? There was, you know, a massive threat to the city's entire population of children. He figured it would be wise to at least stop them from wandering the neighborhoods for a few hours for one day this fucking year. But no. Apparently the city's officials thought it would be too much of a buzz kill during this stressful time to take yet another thing away from the children. He thought it was bullshit. Keep them home and keep them safe so that they had the ability to be happy and trick-or-treating when this shitshow was finally sorted through. Unfortunately, he'd been outvoted on that decision. Instead, he was told he would be patrolling. And you know what? He was gonna do a damn good job at it, too. He refused to risk the safety of another child all because there weren't enough heroes around to keep these kids fucking safe.
He'd already told the commission that he'd be taking his kid with him, too. They'd pitched a fuckin' fit about it, but the safest place for her was with him. Did he plan to go balls to the walls in battle with her riding on his shoulders? Absolutely not. But knowing that she wasn't off trick-or-treating and getting kidnapped by fuckwads made his heart beat at a more normalized rate.
But considering what Camie was walking into his bedroom with… He was considering reworking his plan to let her get him ready for the evening.
"What the fuck is that?" he roared.
The blonde she-devil walked toward him with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes and a little tilt to her head. In her hands, she held two very incriminating articles of clothing. She held them up for him to get a better view with the most not-so-innocent of smiles on her lips.
"What?" she asked nonchalantly. "It's just a thong and fishnets!"
"Just a thong and-" Katsuki hollered, his eyes blown wide. "Camie! What the fuck!"
"What?!"
"You can't seriously expect me to wear that shit!" he said, gesturing to the articles of clothing - if you could call them that - in her hands. "I'll look fuckin' ridiculous!"
Camie scoffed. "Bakubabe, with that fat ass of yours, you'll look fucking stunning. Besides, don't you think Midoriya will just bust a nut looking at you in his colors?"
He glared scorching daggers into the two pieces of lingerie. If only he could actually burn them. If he could, he wouldn't be joining the fucking bad decisions club right now. Because they were, in fact, in Deku's shitty fucking colors. That brilliant viridian green that matched the color of his eyes mixed with a stripe of red and some black. Fuck. It literally looked like his goddamn hero suit in thong formation. Katsuki groaned and snatched the incriminating fabrics from her hands. Camie shoved her fists into the air in a victory pose.
"Yes!" she crowed. "Fucking success !"
Katsuki flopped back onto his bed, tossing both the fishnets and the thong to the side. He could put that shit on fucking later.
"Remind me again why I'm friends with you?" he grumbled.
"Because I make sure you look smokin' for your dates," she said smugly.
"It's not a date. He's my patrol partner."
"Uh huh. Your patrol partner that you totally don't fuck forward and back every other day," she said. He could practically hear the eyeroll in her voice.
"We don't fuck that often, Camie," he lied, his cheeks heating up. Fuck this bitch for making him blush like a fucking school girl. "It's casual."
"Casual hookups don't buy merch for the other to wear," she said.
"I didn't buy that fucking thong," he snapped, lifting his head from the bed slightly.
Only to see her holding up yet another piece of incriminating clothing. The fucking boxers he'd bought Deku when he was at the store the other day.
"Fuck."
"Caught red handed," Camie said with a smile. "Care to explain?"
He flipped her off. "No," he replied shortly.
"Awh! Come on, Kats!" she whined. "You can't just have your own merch, in boxer formation, laying around your room, and not expect me to want a fuckin' want the deets!"
"Camie, no one says deets anymore," he said. "This isn't the 1980s."
"Well, I, like, totally don't give a fuck," she said. "Now, quit redirecting and answer the damn question."
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. I fuckin' bought them for Deku. You happy?"
She shrugged her shoulders, and he flopped back down onto the bed in a defeated manner. This fuckin' broad was gonna be the death of him at this rate.
"First the thong and fishnets, and now twenty questions? Can you give me a fuckin' break?" he growled up at the ceiling.
"The only break you need, Kats, is Midoriya breaking your back," she said.
Katsuki sat up quickly, sparks igniting in his palms. "FUCKING CAMIE!" he roared, his face burning up at her words. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything else. He was just fucking horrified at how fucking ballsy Camie was with his sex life tonight.
But the woman completely ignored him in favor of doubling over. Peals of laughter echoed from her, and Katsuki's skin only burned fucking brighter. He hated talking about sex. Sure, he could get down and dirty with Deku. He loved when the nerd pounded his ass relentlessly. He could pull orgasms from the blond back to back without giving him a chance to breathe. He fucking went wild for it, but did he want to talk about it with his nosy friend? Hell the fuck no!
Especially not when his kid was knocking outside of his door.
"Daddy?" she called through the wood.
Katsuki stilled. She should have been with his mother, getting herself all ready to go trick-or-treating, but apparently the hag fucking let her loose in the house. He really fucking hoped she didn't hear any of that. He quickly shoved the lingerie beneath his pillow before bolting across the room to his door. He threw open the door and looked down at the little girl. She was in her fluffy pink bathrobe, and her blond hair was in big pink curlers as she couldn't use any heat products lest she risk lighting her hair on fire.
"What's up, gremlin?" he asked, attempting to cool the heat from his face with the air from the hallway. God, he was fuckin' hot. Fuckin' Camie...
"Daddy, where's my supersuit?" she asked, blinking at him owlishly.
He ran a hand over his face before grabbing the small garment bag from his closet. It was a Hatsume Mei fucking finest. He'd seen the bug-eyed woman a few weeks earlier at the end of his shift. She came to check out his gear for upgrades, and one way or another, they'd gotten onto talking about Etsuki and her quirk. Hatsume had taken it upon herself to give his daughter a flame retardant halloween costume. She'd had it ready for him a week earlier. Apparently, it had become a passion project more than anything. She'd even called Etsuki to find out what she wanted to be. It was a whole fiasco, and in the end, Hatsume had done him a service. Etsuki apparently loved the costume that he wasn't allowed to fucking see until the it was on.
The little girl made grabby hands toward the garment bag. "Daddy! Gimme! Please!" she whined. "Gramma wants me to put it on!"
He handed the bag to Etsuki, and with a hurried 'thank you', she ran back into her own bedroom. As soon as her door was shut, Katsuki shot a glare in Camie's direction. He stomped back to his bed, all the while maintaining pissy eyecontact with her. And finally, he plopped down on his bed, his mouth set into a firm frown.
"That conversation is over."
"Oh, come on, babes! It was just getting juicy!"
He sent her a withering glare. "I don't need my three and a half year-old knowing about my sex life, Camie," he snarled.
She groaned. "You gotta give me something! If I'm gonna be making you look fucking hot-"
"I'm already hot," he interjected.
"That's subjective, babes," she said.
He flopped back on his bed yet again and flipped her off. "Fuck you."
"I can't. Not only am I, ya know, lesbian, but you also won't let me have a threesome with you and Midoriya," she said.
Katsuki felt a feral growl forming on his lips at her words. "Camie."
"See! You're totally territorial over him!"
"Shut the fuck up."
A pregnant pause filled the air before Camie spoke again. This time, her words were hesitant, as if she wasn't sure she should even speak them into fruition.
"Bakubabe, what are you to one another? Cause you're totally past the friends stage, and you're hovering right at the friends with benefits stage," Camie said. "But, like, the way you talk about Midoriya makes me think you're totally something more."
Katsuki buried his eyes in the crook of his elbow, a low groan emanating from his lips. Why did Camie, his blond bimbo of a friend, have to suddenly get all wise and observant on him? It was so much easier when she didn't pay him any attention.
"How should I fucking know?" he asked. "I mean, we're already exclusively fuckin', ain't we? Should we be something more?"
Katsuki frowned at his own words. That was the question, wasn't it? Should he and Deku be something more? The damn nerd already caused a slew of emotions from him that he was just not used to. And he made him feel certain ways, too. Cared for. Wanted. Safe. All of those feelings were those that were caused by important people in one's life. And Deku was damn important to him. But- was he ready to take that next leap?
"I mean, from the way you talk about him and the way you look at each other, you're totally into him babes."
"Yeah, I know," he admitted softly.
"So, why don't you, like, talk to him? Cause you two ain't getting any younger here. And Etsu is just getting older, too."
Another heavy sigh fell from his lips as he brushed her words aside. "It's not that easy, Camie. It's not somethin' I can just do."
"Why not? It's a simple conversation," she said as she illusioned herself into a rather perfect version of him, despite, you know, the fucking anime hearts in his eyes. She said, in his gruff tone of voice, "Deku. I'm like, totally into you. Will you be my boyfriend?"
He rolled his eyes at her, and she grinned deviously in return all while using his illusioned lips. A puff of smoke followed that grin, and suddenly, Deku was beside her illusion of himself. Deku also had comically large anime hearts in his eyes.
"Yes, Kacchan! I want to fuck your tight ass forever and ev-"
Katsuki sat up and made a quick jerk of his wrist, and blasted the illusioned Deku right in the face. Both it and the illusion of himself disappeared with a puff of smoke.
"Your illusion fucking sucked. He doesn't talk like that," Katsuki growled, his hands curled into fists in his lap.
But his words were just a deflection for how he actually felt. He felt fucking terrified. Sure, Deku would like to pound his ass for all of eternity, but what about that other part? Him agreeing to be Katsuki's boyfriend? How could that come out of Deku's mouth? How, when Katsuki was an emotionally damaged wreck with a kid that wasn't Deku's? Why would that green bean want him?
He wouldn't.
"That's not the point, Kats," Camie groaned as the last wisps of her illusions disappeared. "You just need to talk to him!"
"Like I said, it's not that easy."
"Why? What's holding you back?"
He sat there for a few tense moments whilst he stared at the blonde woman across from him. Camie's eyes were soft and earnest. Sure, she would brutally haze him on an ordinary day, but on days like these, where his vulnerabilities were on display, he knew that he could trust her.
So, he sucked in a deep breath, and looked her square in the eye. "I'm afraid…" he admitted before averting his gaze to his fidgeting hands in his lap.
"Of what, babes?" she asked softly.
"That he won't want me..."
She scoffed. "Why wouldn't he? You're a literal smokin' babe!"
"I'm broken, Camie..."
The bed dipped beside him. He refused to look at Camie as she scooted close to him before wrapping her arms around his frame.
"You're not broken, Kats," she said gently. "I don't know why you think you are."
"I'm twenty-five with a failed marriage and a kid under my belt," he said. He couldn't even bring himself to push her away from him. Defeat coursed heavily through him. "I can't even have rough sex with him without fuckin' panicking. If that's not broken, then I don't know what to call it."
Camie's arms only wrapped around him tighter. "It doesn't mean you're broken. It means you're a fighter, babe," she said. "And Midoriya is a dumbass if he doesn't see you that way."
He snorted. "He's a dumbass regardless."
"Well, then he'll take you any day," she said cheekily as she released him from her hug.
"We talked a couple of weeks ago..." he said, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt.
"Yeah? What about?"
"He said I wouldn't have to do this shit alone. That we'd do it together," he said.
Camie groaned. "Please tell me how the fuck you two aren't together yet?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "Fuckin' beats me."
"I'll tell ya, babes," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're both dumbasses."
He rolled his eyes as she pulled away from him and stood up. With a stretch and a smile, Camie said, "C'mon, Bakubabe. Let's get you made up. You've got a hot date tonight."
To Camie, 'making him up' meant throwing eyeliner and mascara on his eyes. It meant tweezing and filling in his brows. It meant those fucking fishnets and that mother fucking stupid ass thong. And did Katsuki fight it? Fuck yes. Of course he fucking did. But he had to admit that at the end of it all, he looked pretty decent.
Katsuki stepped out of his room after donning his hero suit. Camie had left a little while earlier so she could get to her own patrol area on time. Deku had come in her place, but as soon as he walked into the house, Etsuki had sunk her claws into him. He hadn't seen head or tail of either of them in quite some time. And considering how quiet the house was... It was suspicious. Too damn suspicious.
The blond stalked down the hall, his red eyes scanning the room. And what he saw threw him for a motherfucking loop.
"What the actual fuck?" he roared, looking at both his daughter and Deku. Or rather. The two Dekus that stood in his living one, one significantly shorter than the other.
"Kacchan! Language!" Deku admonished, but Katsuki brushed right past him and instead crouched down in front of his daughter.
"Etsuki! I thought you were gonna be Miruko! I thought you wanted to be a bunny!"
The little girl garbed in viridian looked up at him with the biggest shit-eating grin that he'd ever seen. "But Deku is a bunny, Daddy!"
He looked at his spawn with the most betrayed fucking look. Because she was supposed to be Miruko. And if she didn't want to be Miruko, then she should have dressed up as him! Fucking betrayal of the utmost kind right there.
"He's green! His bunny ears aren't even real!" he groused, lifting up the little ear on her hood. And sure, it was insanely accurate to the suit that his hero partner wore, but that wasn't the point. "Gremlin. Why did you pick him?"
"Daddy, are you jealous?" she asked, taking hold of his hand.
He wrinkled his nose. "What? No. Of course fucking not."
Behind him, Deku chuckled. "Oh, I think he is, Etsuki."
"Bullshit! Etsuki's gonna be the best fuckin Deku out there!" he roared standing up. "She's even gonna be better than the real deal, right Gremlin?"
The little girl nodded eagerly, balling her hands into fists. "Right, Daddy!"
He grabbed the girl's free hand and led her toward the door. "Let's get a move on then. I have a kid to show off," Katsuki grumbled.
He had to admit that he was proud of how many compliments Etsuki got as they trick-or-treated slash did their patrols around the neighborhood. She got more compliments than she'd ever received before, and he knew she was in her glory. Etsuki loved to be the center of attention. What child her age didn't? He was fucking proud to be her father, too. Each person she thanked so profusely with the biggest, cutest smile on her face. She was fucking adorable.
Even though he nearly decked a guy for saying some shit about it being strange that she was his kid, what with his temperament. He would have decked the fuck if Deku hadn't pulled him away, mumbling something about a call down the road that didn't exist.
For the most part, patrols were fucking boring. Aside from breaking up a few groups of parents arguing over whose kids were dressed better - Deku had to pull him away from that one because obviously Etsuki was the best dressed kid around - the day had been uneventful. He and Deku were patrolling his neighborhood, and it had been pretty radio silent. And for that, he was grateful. He didn't think he could handle losing any other children - especially not on his watch.
And when Etsuki had had her fill of walking with her overflowing candy bag, she'd found her place on his back.
"I'm comfy, Daddy," she said as her cheek rested on his shoulder.
He gave a little snort. "I'm sure you are, Gremlin."
"Daddy's a good horse, Mr. Izu-Senpai," she said to the greenette that walked beside him.
Deku quirk a brow, a smile playing on those plush lips of his. "Is he now?" he asked.
Etsuki nodded against Katsuki's shoulder, a hum of approval echoing from her chest. "Yup. You should come ride my steed, Mr. Izu-Senpai."
The man beside Katsuki immediately flushed bright red. He knew Deku's fucking mind went straight to the damn gutter. A grin curled it's way onto his lips, and he looked at Deku with a devilish gleam in his eyes.
"Yeah, Deku. Come ride her steed."
Immediately, Deku's brows shot skyward. He gave Katsuki a look as if to say 'oh, you want to play this game?' before he offered Katsuki a not-so-innocent smile.
"If he's well behaved, Etsu, I might," Deku said.
This time, it was Katsuki's turn to flush red. Hell, he felt blood rushing to his fucking ears. Deku always had to one up him and get him fucking flustered.
"He's great! He's warm, too!" Etsuki chirped.
Katsuki rolled his eyes at them both because he didn't need this fucking torture. Sexual innuendos that his three year-old didn't understand? Sure. Fine and dandy? But getting her to unknowingly participate in those innuendos was an entirely different matter.
"I think it's time we dropped you off at Grandma's for the night, Firecracker," he said, changing the conversation as quickly as he could. "Deku and I gotta finish patrols."
A loud whine echoed from the little girl on his back. "But Daddy!"
She was sitting up now, leaning over his shoulder so she could get a good look at his face. He glanced over at her, and looked at the frown painted on her features.
"Don't go to work," she pouted. "I don't want you to."
He reached up a hand and ruffled her hair gently. "I know, baby."
"It's scary at work," she whispered.
Katsuki's heart clenched at her words. It wasn't often Etsuki expressed her feelings on his profession. She often kept to herself or simply Dave's about how amazing her daddy was. But it was times like these that he remembered how truly terrifying it his job could be. The orphanage fire had proved that tenfold.
He sighed gently. "I'll be safe, Gremlin."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Mr. Izu-Senpai, too?"
The greenette beside them grinned his blindingly beautiful grin. "Of course! There's no way either of us will get hurt if the other is around. I promise, Etsuki."
From his peripherals, he saw the little girl nod hesitantly. "Are you gonna go to the party Auntie Camie invited you and Mr. Izu-Senpai to?"
"Utsushimi invited us to a party?" Deku asked before Katsuki could respond in the negative to his daughter's question. "Why didn't you tell me?"
The blond groaned audibly. "I didn't want to go. Camie's parties are always a mess."
Etsuki clicked her tongue. "You just don't wanna go cause I can't come," Etsuki interjected, pulling herself forward more so that she could look at him. The little girl then turned her gaze to Deku. "Auntie Camie has big kid parties. I do not want to go."
"Big kid parties?" Deku asked, and Katsuki looked at him. His brows were raised high. He shot Katsuki a look as if to ask, don't most kids want to go to big kid parties?
Katsuki simply shrugged, to which Etsuki let out a cute little groan of frustration.
"You know. Big kid parties!" she exclaimed. "You sit around having big people talks about taxes and dumb stuff!"
A tiny smirk curled onto Katsuki's lips. That description in particular had been his creation when he had been invited to one of Camie's parties when they'd first moved back. Etsuki had wanted to go, and he knew just by the stock of alcohol that Camie had bought that it would be no place for his kid. No way in hell. But as a single father, he deserved to get out every once in a while. And his parents had so graciously offered to take her off of his hands for the night. The same was the case for tonight. Camie was having yet another party, and the hag had said she'd glady have Etsuki spend the night.
Deku caught sight of his smirk, and it was as if a lightbulb went off inside of his head.
"Oh! Right! Those parties are always boring for little kids!" he said as he nodded sagely at Etsuki, who seemed to buy his lie. He then looked directly at Katsuki. "I actually think it would be fun to go to Camie's party."
Etsuki groaned. "I can't believe you like boring stuff!" she whined. "I thought you were cool! You're just as boring as Daddy!"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I'm not boring, Gremlin," he said.
"Yeah you are!"
What Katsuki had intended was to fuck Deku some, maybe have that important conversation with him, and call it a night with some cuddles. Not fucking going to Camie's stupid fucking party.
But at this point, fuck it.
"Deku, we're going to the damn party," he growled.
The greenette grinned. "Good! It'll be fun!"
From his shoulders, Etsuki groaned. "See! Boring!"
Izuku
"I need to fuck you," Izuku breathed against Kacchan's neck. The small hairs there bristled and stood on end, causing the smallest of smirks to form in his lips. He ached to have this sort of control over this man. To have his simple words reduce him into pliant submission. "I want you so damn bad. You always look so fucking good in your hero suit. I just wanna fuck you in it."
Kacchan let out a shuddering breath as he leaned against the door of Deku's apartment. "Can't afford to get cum on it Deku," he replied as a low keen emanated from his throat. The sounds only stoked the building, ravenous beast inside of Izuku. He wanted Kacchan to make more of those delicious noises that drove him absolutely crazy.
"Then let me take it off of you," Izuku insisted, his hands reaching from the zipper at the front of the blond's hero suit.
Katsuki was quick to stop him though, and Izuku groaned.
"Not here, nerd," he insisted, lust heavy in his voice.
"Where?" Izuku asked.
"Bedroom."
He didn't need to be told twice. He immediately squatted down and lifted Kacchan over his shoulder as if he was a prize that he needed to cart off. Kacchan squawked in surprise, but didn't fight him on it. Instead, he felt Kacchan's hands give his ass a good squeeze.
"What are you doing back there?" he asked with a hum as he made his way down the hall toward his bedroom.
"Sayin' hello to your ass," he said before giving it yet another squeeze. "Haven't said shit to it today."
Izuku couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I'm glad you want to say hi to my ass, Kacchan," he said.
"Gotta appreciate it. It's a good hunk of ass."
"Uh huh," he said.
With a chuckle, Izuku opened his bedroom door and stepped inside. He tossed the blond down on the mattress unceremoniously, his viridian gaze watching him in the dim light. Izuku wanted to drink him in, every minute detail. This was Kacchan. His Kacchan, and
Kacchan was fucking stunning, especially when he wore his hero suit. His lips were parted slightly in a smooth smirk. His hair was mussed in that carelessly handsome way that Kacchan was so good at. And his pupils eclipsed his red irises, leaving him looking thoroughly debauched despite Izuku not having touched him yet.
"I want you, Kacchan," Izuku said softly into the darkness, a certain darkness to his tone.
"Then shut the fuck up and take me already," the blond replied.
Izuku didn't hesitate. At those words, his hands found Kacchan's hips. They were narrow and delicious, and fuck, the way his hands fell into place like puzzle pieces had his heart racing. He trailed his hands down toward his beltline. He bunched the fabric of Kacchan's shirt under his fingers and dragged it slowly up his body and over his head.
The sight he was left with was certainly one to fucking worship. Kacchan looked as if he were sculpted by the fucking gods. His skin was porcelain and perfect. Chiseled abs from all of his work as a hero and just above that was his chest. And if anyone had tits, it was Kacchan. His chest was built and muscled and, fuck, Izuku just wanted it. He dragged his hands over Kacchan's chest, his thumbs grazing gently against the piercings that went through his nipples. Kacchan sucked in a sharp breath as Izuku's thumbs rubbed over the pebbled flesh, and shit, if that didn't just floor Izuku's ego. The barbells that were the same color as his hair and his hero suit and his eyes. Fuck. The piercings alone marked Kacchan's tits as his. How could they be anyone else's?
Izuku leaned him, bringing his lips to Kacchan's neck. He stilled there for a moment, feeling the way that Kacchan's pulse raced against his lips. The man beneath him was on fire, and Izuku wanted to make him burn for him. He placed a gentle kiss on Kacchan's neck before allowing his lips to trail down his skin toward his collarbone and finally to his chest. Izuku caught Kacchan's nipple between his lips, and once again, the blond inhaled sharply.
"What are you tryin' to do, Deku?" he asked breathlessly.
"I don't know, Kacchan," he said gently. "But I think I want to play with your tits a bit. You've got these amazing nipple piercings. How could I deny them a little attention?"
"They're not ti-"
Before Kacchan could finish berating him for his verbiage, Izuku's tongue darted out experimentally to wet the pebbled pink flesh. Kacchan's words died in his throat, and were instead replaced by yet another delectable moan. Izuku took that as his green light to go ahead. His tongue laved around Kacchan's nipple while his fingers reached up and took hold of the other. He pinched rolled the little nub of flesh between his digits, earning a low keen of pleasure from Kacchan. It was quiet, though, and Izuku wanted more. He wanted Kacchan to be vocal with him. So, he gave one last lap of his tongue before his teeth bit down gently on Kacchan's nipple. This time, Kacchan's moan was loud and unbitten and fucking perfect. Izuku smiled against his skin, biting down again, this time just a bit rougher.
"Fuck!" Katsuki groaned out. "You're not fucking fair, Deku. You know my nipples are- hah! Bastard! Sensitive- Ugh!"
Izuku grinned again, and when he spoke, his words came out hot against Kacchan's skin. "That's the point, babe. I wanna make you feel good. Let me."
"Please-" he begged as another moan left his lips.
His hand left Kacchan's nipple, and instead, he made a beeline south. He palmed Kacchan through his pants. His cock was stiff and straining against the strong fabric of his hero suit. It was as if it was begging to be let out. Well, if Kacchan wanted him to, then he could definitely oblige.
"You're so hard, Kacchan," he whispered against the blond's ear. "Do you want me to strip you so I can fuck you?"
"Fuck- Deku- I- Ugh- Yes!" the blond groaned out as his hips arched up off of the bed to press into Izuku's palm.
He grinned down at the blond as his hand traveled north away from Kacchan's pulsing cock. He reached for the button on his pants and popped it open. He slowly dragged Kacchan's pants down his hips, his eyes focused on his face. His lips were parted as a sigh of relief escaped him. Izuku had finally freed him from the tight confines of his pants. But as he pulled Kacchan's pants down his legs, his fingers ran across an unfamiliar texture. He froze and looked down at his partner's legs only to see-
The greenette's brain short circuited. His eyes grew as wide as saucers as he looked back up at the blond. Those red irises looked back at him almost hesitantly.
"Kacchan, are those fishnets?" he asked, his voice quiet. "And are you wearing a thong? Holy shit- Is the thong my merch?"
Kacchan looked away from him, a flush fighting its way onto his cheeks. "Yeah. Camie's fuckin' idea. If you don't like it, I can take it off," he groused.
But Izuku wasn't having that. "I think you look so sexy in my merch, Kacchan," he breathed, his hand trailing down to cup Kacchan's cock once again. "Holy shit, you're hot."
A sense of confidence seemed to bloom in Kacchan as a smirk stretched onto his lips. "Fuckin' good. I'm only doin' this for you, nerd. So you best fuckin' appreciate it."
"Gods, yes," he said lowly. "I wanna wreck you, Kacchan. I wanna make you scream."
"Then make me, Deku," he said, a hint of challenge to his voice. "I wanna see you try."
A flip switched inside of Izuku, and he finished ripping Kacchan's pants from his legs. He tossed the offensive article of clothing to the side. He then grabbed Kacchan by his hips and flipped him over so that he was on his stomach.
"I need to see your ass in these, Kacchan," he said, drinking in the sight.
The black, stringy fabric criss crossed over Kacchan's milky skin and accentuated both his hips and ass. Not to mention the green and black thong that cut through the cleft of his ass. It was divine. Izuku dragged his ass over Kacchan's asscheek and gave it a light slap.
Kacchan grunted, but he was nowhere near screaming. "You're gonna have to try harder than that, Deku."
Izuku grinned. "Oh. I plan to. Do you care if these get ruined?" he asked, plucking at the fishnets.
"If it means you're gonna wreck me, hell no," he replied.
"Good," he said. He jerked Kacchan's hips up so that his ass was in the air and his chest was pressed to the bed.
Izuku slipped away from Kacchan to go raid the top drawer of his nightstand. From it, he pulled two items. Lube and a vibrating dildo, fresh from a local sex shop. He tossed the two items down on the bed before giving Kacchan's ass another firm swat. This earned the smallest of jumps from the blond, but again, he was nowhere near screaming.
Not yet, at least, Izuku thought.
He took his place behind Kacchan again, his hand trailing over his hips. He dipped down toward the cleft of his ass, gently pulling the thong to the side. He then used his fingertips to tear an opening into the fishnets right where Kacchan's entrance was. He then picked up the lube and squirted some on his fingers. He allowed it to warm up against his skin before he traced his fingers around Kacchan's hole, lathering it in lube. Izuku's other hand rested on his hip.
Without any warning, he sank two fingers into the blond. Kacchan's back arched at the sudden intrusion. A low moan filtered from his lips.
"Fuck, Deku," Kacchan said. "You're fucking eager tonight."
A crooked smile slipped onto Izuku's freckled cheeks. "What can I say, Kacchan? I'm ravenous."
"Then fuckin' devour me."
Izuku obliged as he pumped his fingers in and out of Katsuki at a painstakingly slow pace. He focused on getting the man beneath him stretched open, and when he felt as though he was passable, Izuku allowed his fingers to brush over that little bundle of nerves inside of Kacchan. That drew out his loudest moan yet. Izuku grinned as Kacchan got louder still. It wasn't a scream, but it was a start.
He passed over Kacchan's prostate a few times. And with each pass, he added just a bit more pressure. He wanted Kacchan to feel him inside of him. He wanted him to know who was in charge, who would make him see stars at the end of the night. It was most certainly not going to be Kacchan's hand, which was snaking south toward his cock, which Izuku had made a point of neglecting.
Izuku retracted his fingers from Kacchan, and suddenly, the dark tendrils that were Black Whip burst forth. They took hold of Kacchan's wrists and pinned them above his head as far away from his cock as possible.
"I didn't say you could touch, Kat-su-ki," Izuku hummed as he leaned in toward the blond's ear.
"You didn't say I couldn't, either," he quipped back.
"Well, now you don't have the choice," Izuku said as he reached for the unsuspecting dildo on the bed. He picked both it and the lube up. "I don't think you've been very good, Kacchan. What do you think?"
The blond stiffened slightly. Izuku knew he was playing with fire by messing with Kacchan's praise complex, but he couldn't just allow Kacchan to get away with pleasuring himself. Not when Izuku was trying to make him scream. Not when Izuku had other plans for that cock of his. He sat back on his heels, observing the blond before him.
"I'm listening, ain't I?" Kacchan snapped, sexual frustration evident in his voice. "So fuckin' treat me like I am."
A chuckle emanated from within Izuku and he tossed the dildo from one hand to the other. "Oh? You're being a good boy, Kacchan?"
"Yeah, Deku, I am," he replied. The blond then gave a little shake of his hips just for Izuku to see. He just about died on the spot.
God, he wanted to indulge. He wanted to ram Kacchan with his cock, which sat tucked away beneath his hero suit, straining to be released. Instead of indulging in his own cock, though, he opened the capon the lube and coated the dildo in a copious amount.
"So, if you're a good boy, you deserve a reward, right?" Izuku asked.
"Yes," Kacchan breathed.
"Tell me when it touches your sweet spot, babe," he commanded before pressing the head of the dildo against Kacchan's entrance.
The blond inhaled sharply at the sudden chill of the silicon, but he didn't say a word toward stopping Izuku. On the contrary, he seemed to relax as Izuku pressed past that tight ring of muscle, nestling the dildo deep inside of Kacchan. He moved it around a bit, searching for that little bundle of nerves when a low moan emerged from Kacchan's chest.
"There-" he groaned out, his forehead pressing into the mattress of the bed.
Izuku stopped moving the dildo in, leaving the head in that spot. And then, he turned the vibrations onto their lowest setting. Kacchan jerked beneath him, a deep moan of pleasure emanating from his chest. Izuku watched as his body tensed and then relaxed around it.
"Fuckin' shit, Deku," Kacchan breathed out. "Holy fuckin' shit."
"How does it feel, Kacchan?" Izuku asked as he took hold of the vibrator and slowly moved it over his partner's prostate. "I wanna know how you feel."
"It feels- ahhh!- Fuckin' christ. It feels fuckin' good," he said, more choice explicatives filtering from his lips.
The greenette smirked at how undone Kacchan became just because of a vibrator. He could only imagine how wide his pupils were blown. How stiff his dick was. How it ached and dripped with precum. Destroying this man sexually was something that Izuku would always crave. But even more so, he craved to feed his own needs.
He licked lips as he shifted away from Kacchan. At his disappearance, he heard the smallest of whimpers from the blond.
"Don't worry, Kacchan," he said with a chuckle. "I'll be right there to take care of you."
"Fuck off," he snapped back. "I didn't say shit about missin' your stupid ass."
Izuku's brows shot skyward. "Such a mouth on you, Kacchan. I think I'll need to fix that."
There was a sharp intake of breath from the blond, but no other words followed Izuku's threat. Actually. No. It wasn't a threat. It was a promise.
He shed himself of his hero suit quickly, allowing his half-erect cock to spring free into the cool night air. He then climbed back on the bed, this time positioning himself directly in front of Kacchan on the bed. He looked down at Kacchan, and viridian met crimson. Kacchan looked so far gone after only a few short minutes with a vibrator jammed against his prostate. Just as he predicted. Pupils blown wide and plush, pink lips slightly parted as he attempted to hold himself together. But those little pants told Izuku just how much Kacchan was struggling. Izuku wanted him to unravel. He wanted him to give himself away to the sensations.
He fixed Kacchan with a determined look as he wrapped his hand around his own cock. He let out a small huff of relief as his crooked digits gave it a few languid strokes.
"Get up on all fours," Izuku commanded.
A confused look spread onto Kacchan's features. "What? Fuckin' why?"
"I said I needed to fix that mouth, didn't I Kacchan?" Izuku asked before giving his cock another long stroke. "Well, I think I know the perfect remedy."
Izuku expected Katsuki to give him a few quick curses. A few words of denial that would make Izuku have to work for his pleasure. He had expected more bite from his Kacchan. Not the soft, uttered please that tumbled from those perfect pink lips.
Kacchan brought himself up onto shaking arms so that his lips were level with the head of Izuku's cock. Just from the way his body shook, Izuku knew it was a lot of effort for the man. Hell, he had a vibrator up his ass, pleasuring his that sweet, sweet bundle of nerves, and he was probably having a hard time holding back the urge to cum.
"Good boy, Kacchan," Izuku said with an appreciative hum.
He rested one hand on the back of Kacchan's head. With the other, he guided his cock to the blond's lips. Kacchan didn't hesitate once Izuku's tip was presented to him. He parted his lips and sank down on Izuku's dick until his was bottomed out, his nose tickled by Izuku's thick hair. The greenette let out a long, low groan of pleasure as Kacchan's warm, wet mouth enveloped him. Because holy fuck. Receiving head from Kacchan was never going to get old. Not when it felt like this. Like heaven opened up and took him early. Holy shit. And he hadn't even started to move his hips.
Izuku released Black Whip's hold on one of Kacchan's wrists before looking down at him with lust filled eyes.
"Smack my ass if it becomes too much for you," Izuku said with a shaky breath, favoring Kacchan's safety above all else. "I'll stop."
Kacchan hummed a response, which caused another moan to tear through Izuku. How was it fair that Kacchan could get him to unravel so easily? Izuku was already bursting at the seams, and Kacchan had only been on his dick for a second.
Slowly, Izuku began to move his hips. The pace was agonizing. He wanted to go faster, to destroy Kacchan and fuck his throat, but he had to take it slow. He wanted to ease into it, to give Kacchan time to adjust. He looked down at Kacchan with hazy green eyes.
Only to see a heated glare. Apparently, Izuku's pace wasn't exactly ideal for either of them. He chuckled slightly before speeding up. With each thrust of his hips, Kacchan moaned. The vibrations did something to Izuku. It made the most lewd moans leave his lips. It had him fisting his hands into Kacchan's hair. It had him reaching over the blond to take hold of the vibrator in his ass. Each time Izuku thrusted in and out of Kacchan's mouth, he rubbed the tip of the vibrator against his prostate. And the result?
The moans that escaped Kacchan were positively sinful. Tears streamed from the blond's eyes, causing whatever makeup Camie had put on him to smear down his cheeks. He looked thoroughly debauched, and it was all because of Izuku. Kacchan wasn't anyone else except his.
Suddenly, the noises that Kacchan was making got louder, more pronounced. Screams of pleasure echoed into Izuku's bedroom as he fucked his mouth. His eyelids fluttered, and then Izuku felt something hot and wet spurt against his knee. Kacchan had cum.
Izuku chuckled as he slowly his hips and pulled his aching cock from Kacchan's mouth. He ran his hands tenderly through his hair before fisting it once more and tilting his head back.
"I didn't say you could cum, Kacchan," Izuku said with a small smile on his lips. "Now did I?"
Kacchan shook his head. "No," he breathed out through swollen, red lips. "B-But I couldn't hold it back."
"Such a bad boy," he replied. "Bad boys deserve to get their asses punished, don't you think?"
"Y-Yes. God fucking yes," Kacchan begged.
Izuku smirked and unceremoniously pulled the vibrator from Kacchan's ass. He switched it off as Black Whip completely dissipated. He then lathered himself up with a bit of lube before flipping the blond onto his back. Izuku lifted Kacchan's legs so that his knees rested over his shoulders. Finally, he lined himself up and plunged himself deep.
He and Kacchan released simultaneous groans of ecstasy. God. Kacchan's ass felt so damn perfect. And the way that Kacchan clenched around him. Fuck it made Izuku dizzy. He knew that vibrator had nothing on his cock. His length and girth had legions on it. He planned to read Kacchan's ass apart.
With his arms wrapped around Kacchan's thighs, Izuku set a bruising pace. So much could be heard in Izuku's bedroom. The snapping of wood as the bed broke beneath them. Their panting breaths mingling together. Their loud, unfiltered moans. Kacchan's slew of curses and explicatives as Izuku pounded into his sweet spot. The heavy slap of skin connecting. It was all so intoxicating. Kacchan was fucking intoxicating. All of it. Everything. It had Izuku's heart racing. It had him chasing down that orgasm that was just out of reach.
But before he could climax, he reached for Kacchan's dick. As soon as his fingers wrapped around his length, he was cumming. But his work wasn't done there. Even as his cock spasmed his release in Kacchan's ass, he stroked the blond. Even as the white hot intensity of his orgasm overcame him, he still made sure that he was pleasuring his partner. His hand moved skillfully fast, working Kacchan toward his own second orgasm. And when he was screaming out those curses and Izuku's name, Kacchan came.
Izuku let down Kacchan's legs and collapsed on top of him in a mess of sweat and hard, heavy breaths.
"Holy hell, that was amazing, Kacchan," he breathed.
"Yeah, Deku," the blond muttered in his post haze. "Fuckin' destroyed me."
"Good. I like destroying your ass."
Kacchan attempted to push him away with a half-hearted shove. "You're a dumbass sometimes."
"Yeah, but I'm your dumbass."
Kacchan hummed lowly. "Yeah. Yeah you are."
Izuku was quiet for a moment before he spoke next, realization dawning on him.
"Hey Kacchan?"
"What?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Just did, nerd," he grumbled. "But go ahead."
"Can we spend the night at your house?"
"Why the fuck-?"
"I think we broke my bed."
The blond snorted. "That's what you get for buying shitty IKEA furniture."
Katsuki
"What the fuck are we even supposed to wear to this mother fucking party?" Katsuki groaned, threading his fingers through his hair. He tugged harshly at his blond locks, regretting his ever life decision that led him to agreeing to go to Camie's stupid fucking party. He would much rather be spread out on Deku's floor getting pounded. But they had stupid obligations.
He sat on the edge of Deku's shitty, broken fuckin' IKEA bed, dragging fucking ass. He did not want to go.
"I think I have an idea," Deku said wolfishly.
His red eyes shifted sharply to the greenette who stood with his back to him as he dressed. Katsuki could hear the grin behind his words, and that in and of itself was dangerous.
"Bakugou, you can't just show up in your hero suit and call it a- holy shit!"
Katsuki winced as recognition bloomed across Kaminari Denki's face. Unfortunately, the electric blond had been the one to open the door to Camie's apartment. And unfortunately, his loud fucking mouth had alerted the rest of the dumbasses that we're at the party.
"Yo! Bakubro! You and Deku look amazing!" Kirishima exclaimed with that wild, shark tooth grin of his.
"What do you mean, Eiji?" Mina interjected. "They literally just switched hero suits. It's not that cool."
Katsuki glanced over at Deku, who was indeed wearing the very hero suit that he'd been stripped out of not an hour before. As far as last minute costumes went, it was pretty damn lame. But it was better than anything he'd come up with. He really didn't feel like towel-togaing it as a Greek God. Not up his alley. This costume at least made sure that his entire ass was covered.
"Nah, I agree with Kiri," Kaminari said. "It's pretty swanky."
"Exactly!" Kirishima raved. "It's so manly. Best couples costume ever!"
At the word couple, Katsuki started fucking dying. His lungs apparently decided to forget how to fucking work, and he started hacking. As he attempted to pull himself together, Deku rubbed his back and Kirishima only looked at him as if he were crazy. When he finally got himself together, he shot the three of them a fucking death glare. And if his looks could kill, the three of them would have been pulverized.
"Get the fuck out of my way, extras," Katsuki snarled, shoving past his friends.
As soon as the door closed behind them, it hit him like a fucking freight train. The fucking smell. Camie's apartment fucking reeked of alcohol and sweaty bodies. He and Deku were consumed by it, and fuck. Katsuki hated it. He hated it because it was the epitome of bad decisions in there. And he knew that no matter how strong willed he was, he'd get strongarmed by his fucking extra ass friends into joining the bullshit idiocy.
And he wasn't wrong by any means. Somehow, not five minutes later, he had some fruity mixed drink in his hands. Just another ten minutes after that, he was seated in a circle with Deku to his right and Camie to his left play fucking never have I ever. He had an angel to his right and a fuckin she-devil to his left. He was fucked.
At least Deku was first. He could handle his innocent ass shit. He could get through that. It was Camie he was fuckin' worried about.
The greenette sat beside him, his thumb and forefinger on his chin as he debated existence with his stupid fucking question. And when it finally came to him, his eyes lit up.
"Never have I ever bottomed," he said with that perfect, angelic shit eating fuckin' grin.
Of course would choose something innoce-
Katsuki's brain short circuited as he shot Deku the wildest glare. What the actual fuck? He was not drinking to that. He definitely was not fucking drinking. All around him, people drank. Kaminari, Mina, Ochako. But he wasn't doing it. These fuckin' extras were not finding out that he enjoyed getting dicked down by the freckled man beside him. Holy shit, he'd seriously mistaken just who was the devil on his shoulder.
"Kacchan, aren't you supposed to drink if you've done something?" Deku asked, quirking a brow at him. Katsuki could tell that he was forcing back a smile.
He felt the eyes of the extras shift to him, all waiting. God. He was gonna fucking murder Deku. He shot the greenette another scathing look.
"Be a good boy and drink, Kacchan," Deku said.
He gritted his fucking teeth, and snarled out a nasty, "Die," before tossing back the shot.
"No fucking way!" Kaminari roared with a hoot of laughter.
Katsuki launched himself at the electric blond and managed to get himself a few inches away from strangling him when Kirishima yanked him back down to his spot.
"No killing him, BakuBro," he said with a shake of his head and a smile on his lips. "Not manly. We need him alive for patrols."
"Yeah," Deku chimed in beside him. "Besides, that would be naughty, Kacchan."
Camie whistled beside him. "Holy hell. Midoriya's giving off major BDE."
And unfortunately, the words made her the victim of yet another one of Katsuki's vicious glares. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"Big dick energy," Shinso said in a monotone. "Never knew you had it in you, Midoriya."
The greenette only grinned that big, shining grin of his. Katsuki wanted to bitch smack him. He also wanted to be fucked by his big dick, but he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction after this fuckin' shit show of a game.
Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest. "Alright extra, fuckin' open your damn ears cause I'm only sayin' this shit once," he snarled, diverting the conversation away from Deku's cock. "Never have I ever sent nudes."
He thought it was a pretty easy one to get dirt on the gang. And like clockwork, the group threw back their shots. Even Deku.
"Holy fucking shit! I'm not fuckin' slut shaming or anything, but jesus fuck. All of you?"
Kaminari snorted. "I'm more surprised that you haven't."
"You too, Deku?" he asked.
The greenette shrugged nervously, wringing his hands. "I was away on a case for like three weeks. A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do."
"Uh huh," he snarled.
But he filed that information away for later. Because apparently Deku, who he'd thought was a prude, was willing to fuckin' send nudes. Katsuki couldn't help the pang of jealousy that shot through him. He didn't want anyone seeing Deku's dick aside from him. He wouldn't be surprised if it was that stupid extra has ex-boyfriend of his.
"Camie, fuckin' ask your damn question before I break a nose," he growled.
The blond laughed. "You shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answer to, then."
He flipped her off, which earned him several peals of laughter from the group.
"Alright, babes, I got a good one," she said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Never have I ever worn hero merch lingerie for my partner."
Once again, Katsuki's brain fucking short circuited. His mouth popped open as his red gaze shifted to the woman to his left. He'd thought Deku was a bit of a devil, but no. The man was just a demon and Camie was the devil pulling all of the fucking strings.
"C'mon, Bakubabe, drink up," she said with a sickly sweet smile.
He was gonna murder this she-devil. He was personally gonna dig her grave. Right after he punched Deku in the dick for having the audacity to fuckin' hold out a shot to him.
"Swallow like a good boy, Kat-su-ki," Deku said, using that alluring tone that should have been illegal outside of the bedroom.
He snatched up the shot and downed it quickly.
"Holy shit!" Kaminari crowed. "We have so much dirt on you!"
Katsuki gritted his teeth. "You breathe a word of this to anyone outside of this circle, Pikachu, and I'll personally make sure no one finds your god damn body."
Katsuki had wanted to leave Camie's fucking apartment hours ago, but somehow, he'd gotten convinced to stay to help fucking clean up. The she-devil hell-spawn incarnate had somehow convinced both him and Deku to help pick up the pigsty. And it wasn't even his fucking party!
He wouldn't have stayed if she didn't have her face shoved into a toilet for the latter half of the night. Some part of him was somewhat sympathetic to her shitty alcohol tolerance.
He was in the kitchen finishing up the last of the dishes when Yaoyorozu came into the room with a stack of used solo cups and paper plates. She didn't say a word to him, and instead, kept her gaze averted away from him. Which was odd to say the least. Usually Yaoyorozu was pretty damn courteous. But to not even say a word to him when she came into the room? Fuckin' rude.
"What's up your ass, Ponytail?" he asked as he dried his hands on a towel.
The woman's grey eyes snapped up to him as if he pulled her from some sort of trance. "Oh. Ah. Sorry, Bakugou," she said as she tossed the garbage in her hands into the can. "I, uh, have a lot on my mind."
He raised his brows at her. "If you expect me to bite, I'm not gonna."
"I didn't expect you to," she said sheepishly.
She flitted around the kitchen quietly for a few more minutes. Again, she kept her gaze directed away from him. She wouldn't even look at him. And that was what struck him as weird.
"Did I do something to piss you off?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Once again, she started as if he'd knocked her out of some deep thoughts.
"N-No," she stammered out. "I, uh. I just have some things on my mind."
"Spill then. Cause ya purposely ain't looking at me, and it's starting to piss me off."
Yaoyorozu wrinkled her nose. "I don't know if I should yet."
"So you plan on tellin' me eventually?"
"Well, yes, but-"
He cut her off. "What? You pregnant or some shit?"
"No!" she said quickly, eyes wide. Her abject horror at his suggestion told him that she was telling the truth. "That's not it at all!"
"Then what is it? Spit it out before you piss me off. Cause I ain't gonna sit here all night to try and get it out of you."
"I should get Midoriya and Camie first," she said, once again averting her eyes.
"I'm not gonna blast you or anything. You don't need to worry," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You've known me for a decade. I'm not that immature anymore."
Yaoyorozu glanced at the archway that led to the other half of the apartment. Distantly, he could hear Camie retching up her guts. Deku was right there with her, holding her hair because he was pretty damn useless when it came to cleaning. She looked back at him with fearful eyes.
"I really think we should wait for Midoriya and Camie."
"Just spill it, Ponytail," he snarled, frustration bubbling to the surface.
The woman swallowed and fixed him with her unwavering grey gaze. "It's about Kiruka."
Katsuki stilled, anxiety crashing over him as the name of his ex-wife was uttered from someone else's lips. From someone who didn't know the full extent of what happened. Someone who had to have found out recently what happened.
He should have waited for Deku.
A/N/: I'm gonna add a vibrator to this cause I need a little spiciness.
Beta: You know, I'm kinda vibin' with it.
Also. I really owe my beta big time for this chapter. She's a literal god send. I want to thank her for her amazing brain and dirty sense of humor. She created the most *perfect* never have I ever questions, and I love her for it 3 All props to her for the naughty ass shit Deku said.
Beta: You're welcome.