A/N: Hey everyone! This is the first chapter centered around Izuku's bucket list, and I have to say I've been looking forward to getting into this so much. I hope you all enjoy it.

I also want to give a special thanks to VAspera for editing my work. You're awesome and I appreciate you!

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Katsuki's Point of View- Monday

Ferries are fucking obnoxious. Who the hell wants to be stuck on a goddamn boat that's overcrowded with a bunch of nobodies for four hours? And if that isn't bad enough, a few of the extras from class decided to tag along, citing they wanted to help with Deku's bucket list. No one asked them for their goddamn help, and I've told them all to get lost, even threatened bodily harm, but none of those shitheads would listen. The nerd only made it worse, telling them they were welcome to come if they wanted. Then those bastards had the audacity to suggest we all pitch in toward a condo for the two and a half days we'll be on the island. Evidently my plan on having Deku to myself this week can just go straight to hell.

Still, it's hard to stay mad when Deku's seated next to me with his face and hands pressed to the window, longingly staring out at the ocean like a kid in a candy shop. He's fucking adorable, even with his never-ending stream of mutterings about how he forgot sunblock, what kind of fish he might find in the ocean and listing off all the hero sightings that have happened on the island in the past ten years. Watching him enjoy himself, even while doing something as simple as traveling, makes my stomach flutter in a strange and not entirely terrible way.

It's a bright, cloudless kind of day and the intensity of the incoming rays of sun filtering in from that window exaggerates all his nerd features in the best ways. His bouncy green curls and emerald eyes shine with warmth, those cute ass freckles are more pronounced against his glowing complexion, and those plush, pink lips accentuating his face are just begging for attention.

"C'mere nerd" I murmur softly while gently tugging his chin toward me.

"Hmm?"

Those vivid, green eyes turn their focus to me curiously as I pull him closer, melding my lips against his. I trace my fingertips along his jaw while he sighs happily, his scarred hand squeezing lightly around my thigh. We've done this dance a hell of a lot over the past two weeks with varying degrees of intensity. Sometimes I could swear my whole fucking body is on fire with need and we kiss with that hungry desperation that's only doused by a cold shower, and other times it's a lot like this- slow, languid, kind of like a check-in.

"Gah! You two are so freaking cute! I wish I could shrink the both of you and stuff you in my pocket!" Pinkie's outburst is startling, Deku physically flinching and pulling away, face beet red. The Pink asshole is swooning in her seat opposite of us while Tape Dispenser's snoring loudly next to her. Then there's fucking Shitty Hair, grinning ear to ear while mouthing some shit I can't make out because I'm not a goddamn lip reader.

"Fuck off Pinkie" I warn, trying hard to control my quirk so I don't alarm the faceless crowd and get us kicked off before we even get there. She sticks her tongue out at me in response like the fucking nuisance that she is.

Despite his earlier embarrassment, Deku's already gone off on a tangent about the prospect of shrinking. I don't think I could roll my eyes any hard if I tried. "A shrinking quirk that could work on others would be very interesting to see in real life. It could be perfect for anything from espionage, to surprise attacks, to live captures-"

"Or you could open up your own moving company and use it to shrink furniture!" Pink Cheeks adds with her index finger pointed up in a matter of fact kind of way.

Deku, the excitable fucker that he is, is bouncing from the implications of that. "That's true, it could be useful outside of the hero world too. Going with that thought, did you ever see that movie, Downsizing? Assuming the user could shrink lots of people at once it could be used as a way to preserve resources by shrinking everybody! Although, I doubt everyone would consent to that and then it kind of sounds like something a villain would do…" His lips curve down into a frown then and is followed by more muttering that's too quiet to hear.

"Guys, if I had shrinking powers, I'd shrink myself and dig into a juicy burger or steak! Think about it, you are super small, that steak is its normal size, but you still need the same number of calories… You could spend hours just eating delicious steak without any real fallback." Shitty Hair has evidently decided to join this little conversation, he's got this faraway look in his eyes, a string of drool slowly escaping from the corner of his mouth. Disgusting.

"If I could shrink things, I think I'd shrink myself and live it up in one of those badass Barbie mansions!" Only Dunce Face would cook up a hairbrained idea like that. Shitty Hair face palms while Pinkie pats Dunce Face on the head.

"Congratulations Dunce Face, you've come up with the lamest idea of everyone."

"Well what would you do if you had that quirk, Kacchan? Hmm?"

My face twitches with the irritation that only he can bring out from me. "Tch, I don't need a fucking shrinking quirk when my quirk already is the best there is!"

"Ah, yes. Considering a shrinking quirk would best fit in the world of subtleties, I'm not too sure Bakugou would do well with it. He is much better suited to explosions."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean, Four eyes?"

"Just that you aren't, well- subtle."

"I can be fucking subtle if I want to be!"

The moment he opens his mouth to reply, the overhead speaker blares through the cabin to let us know we'll be docking in ten minutes. Thank fuck. Reaching under my seat, I grasp the handles of my travel bag, pulling it onto my lap. "Get your shit ready. I want to be off this stupid boat the minute it docks."

Everyone but Dunce Face follows suit, grabbing their bags and suitcases in preparation to beat the crowd. Good, if we lose him that'll be one less extra to worry about which is just fine with me.

"Ah, I'm so excited to get out of here and start exploring the island. Kacchan? Have I told you yet how amazing you are for setting all of this up for me?" Deku's talking animatedly while wildly gesturing with his hands. It's nice to see him with so much energy and acting more like himself.

"Course I'm fucking amazing. I've never half assed a single thing and this is no exception" I respond with a smirk. Truthfully, this is the very least I can do for that nerd after everything I've put him through. Not that it feels obligatory or anything, it's just I think he deserves anything and all of which is shit I'm not willing to admit to, ever.

"Since we're on the topic of how amazing this trip will be, will you please inform us all what the expected itinerary is for our time on the island? Since we're all a part of this I think we should know what we're doing and when."

"Not saying shit till we get to the condo. You'll just have to deal with the unknown, Glasses."

He frowns at that as he pushes his spectacles back up his nose. "I see…."

"All right guys, enough arguing. It looks like we're docking so let's head over to the exit, so we don't have to wait in a long line." Taking my hand, Deku gets up from his seat and leads the way to the exit. Looking over my shoulder I find, with some disappointment, that the extras are following closely behind us, even Dunce Face.

It's another thirty minutes before we're on dry land, an hour of waiting on the shuttle bus that's supposed to take us to the rental agency, twenty two minutes to get there and get our key, and ten minutes from there to the condo. By the time we make it to the building, my feet are dragging, and I've got this overwhelming urge to punch someone in the fucking face. Why does life have to be like this? Why can't we just get where we want to go without any hassle or extended wait periods which are almost always due to others' incompetence.

Before I even fully have a foot in the door, a blur of pink gusts past me in a frenzy. "Holy crap! This place is incredible!" She drops her bags and eagerly chucks herself onto the large "L" shaped white sectional, hugging a plush, navy blue pillow to her chest while squealing in an unprecedented pitch. After what feels like an eternity of noise, she calms down and points the pillow she's holding to the floor length panes of glass covering the far wall. "Look! Look! We can see the beach from the living room!" She swings the pillow to the left. "And look there! A sexy flatscreen to serve all of our gaming needs."

Next thing I know, she's tossing the pillow over her head, allowing it to fall quietly against the hardwood floor before charging toward the adjacent kitchen. "And this kitchen! Ah, it's got everything Bakubabe needs to make us yummy meals. Look at these stainless-steel appliances and the bamboo cabinetry, beautiful! This is going to be the best two days ever!"

Dropping my bag by my feet, I lean against the arch separating the kitchen and living room. "Fat chance in hell Pinkie. You guys can cook for yourselves. I'm not your personal fucking chef."

"But Bakugou, your cooking is so good!" Cheeks adds hopefully.

Deku walks up to me then, leaning his weight against me while I wrap my arm around his waist. He looks up to me, meeting my eyes with the slightest blush coloring his cheeks. "This house really is amazing. If anything, I should be cooking for all of you since none of you would let me pitch in to help pay for it."

"Tch, first of all, you are a terrible cook so that shit isn't happening. I'll cook." A celebratory "yes!" could be heard from somewhere nearby. "And there's no way in hell that I'd let you pay a dime when it's supposed to be a gift for you. Deal with it, Nerd."

"Don't worry about it, Midoriya. The price after we split it seven ways didn't break anyone's bank so just enjoy yourself and get busy marking off your bucket list stuff. We've got you bro." Shitty hair offers him a thumbs up along with his shark tooth smile and Deku meekly smiles and nods in response.

"Well… thank you then. But I really would like to make at least one meal for everyone, even if I'm just cutting up fruit for breakfast or something."

"Okay, we can worry about who's cooking what later. Let's tackle the immediate issue first. What are the bedroom assignments? I'm tired of hauling this thing around." Dunce Face lifts his black duffle bag with a frown, showing us all the apparent burden he's been forced to bear.

With that in mind, I took out a sheet of paper where I marked room assignments. After unfolding it, I read it off for everyone. "Oi! Listen up cause I'll only say this once. There are three bedrooms. One bedroom has two bunk beds, one has two twin beds, and then there's the master bedroom. Obviously, Deku and I will be taking the master and I couldn't give two shits where the rest of you end up."

"You and Deku are taking the master, eh?" Tape Dispenser asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Fucking dumbass.

"Fuck off. There's a pull-out couch in there for me to sleep on" I grumble, not missing the way Deku's face falls to the news.

"And the itinerary…" Glasses probes sternly.

"Itinerary is simple. Do whatever the fuck you want."

"Kacchan and I are going to go snorkeling after lunch. We'll probably spend the rest of the day at the beach afterwards. I was hoping to find some nice seashells for my mom. And tomorrow we're going to hike up Mount Mihara." Deku beams, radiating excitement.

Snorkeling and Mount Mihara are the two big ticket items and the main reasons we ventured to this specific island. There are frequent dolphin sightings and lots of different native species of fish in the ocean and the center of the island is home to an active volcano which Deku evidently feels the need to explore. Considering it will take us two days to mark off two things and there's at least twenty items on his list, we've both come to terms with the fact that we won't be able to fit everything in during the four days we can dedicate from Golden Week.

Frankly, this entire trip was a pain in the ass to plan, especially considering we had two weeks to put it together. It was one thing to say, "let's do it" and another thing entirely to come up with an agenda that would fit as much as possible into an impossibly small timeframe while also finding approval from Auntie. There were a lot of additional, minute details that needed to be ironed out which included mapping out the nearest hospital, the nearest pharmacy, getting a CPR certification, agreeing to contact Auntie twice a day with at least one contact being a video call, and finally, writing down everything Deku eats to make sure he's getting enough nutrition. The nerd didn't approve of that last stipulation which turned our conversation into a full-blown argument and ended in a floor bound wrestling match.

Cheeks plants herself on the couch, crossing her legs and resting her feet on the wooden coffee table. "Tenya and I are going to scout out the local shops in the little town we passed on the way here. Maybe once we're finished, we can meet you guys at the beach and help look for shells and swim!"

"Sounds good to me. What do you think, Kacchan?" Deku tilts his head to look up at me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, fine. I'm going to start unpacking so we'll be ready to go when it's time."

"Sounds good. I need to unpack too."

Grabbing my bag from the floor, I walk toward where I suspect the staircase to be with Deku following closely behind. The staircase leads to a narrow hallway with four doors which are all hanging wide open. The first door leads to a small, sand colored bathroom with a walk-in shower. The next two are the extras' bedrooms which means the door at the end of the hall leads to the master suite.

I've already seen every detail of the room through the pictures supplied by the owner on Airbnb, though the pictures made the room look a lot smaller than it actually is. It's furnished and decorated simply with a king-sized bed, covered in a large, white and blue seashell themed comforter with two white nightstands on either side and a large white dresser at the foot of the bed. The bed is situated between two long windows, dressed in sheer, white curtains. The beige pullout sofa rests along the far-right wall with the door leading to the master bath right next to it. There are a few pictures adorning the greyish blue walls, depicting a colorful array of saltwater fish and shells.

"Wow, this room is really nice, don't you think?" Deku questions as he drops his backpack on the bed and starts unpacking his things.

"It's okay I guess." I go to stand next to the nerd, unpacking my bag and neatly refolding my clothes to be placed on top of the dresser. I never put my shit in someone else's drawers. Ever.

"So, Kacchan… I was wondering, how exactly did you manage to get this place? I doubt anyone would just rent out their beach house to a group of teenagers…" With his shit unpacked, Deku bunches his clothes into a ball and tosses it haphazardly into one of the drawers like some kind of animal.

Cursing under my breath, I open the drawer to properly fold his stuff and place it back inside neatly while sending a glare to the back of his head. Not good, but better at least. "You can thank All Might for that. I asked him if he had any connections for this island specifically and luckily, he did. Guess being the former number one hero has its perks."

Deku hummed softly in response as he sprawled out over the bed. He pushes himself up on his elbows while giving me a certain look and holy hell if he doesn't look hot as fuck lying in the middle of that bad right now. "Ya know, this bed is enormous. I think you could fit like ten of me on here…"

"Not if you account for that fat ass" I deadpan.

"Hey!" He squeaks, throwing a pillow at me, face red. God, it's so easy to make him blush. "But seriously- it's too big for just one person and well…" He's fully sitting up now, pushing his index fingers together while studying them intently.

"Spit it out nerd" I grumble, trying not to sound too pissed even though it drives me fucking nuts when he does this.

"Well… there's uh, there's room for Kacchan too… if you want to that is!"

This nerd… "Are you saying you want me to sleep in the same bed with you, Deku?"

"Only if you want! It's okay if you don't."

The prospect of sharing a bed with him is oddly satisfying, even more so knowing he wants me to. "I would like that" I answer, trying not to sound too eager.

"O-okay" he nods slowly, visibly relaxing.

Once I've finished unpacking my things and returning order to Deku's mess, I check the time to see we've got a little bit left before we need to leave, and we still haven't had lunch. I'll probably just make sandwiches or something quick like that and then we'll want to get going.

"Oi, nerd! I'm going to make us some lunch. Get your suit on awhile and meet me in the kitchen."

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute."

"Good" I reply, allowing myself an extra minute to soak in the alluring sight of Deku lounging on top of that bed. The sight alone makes me want to just forget about the stupid snorkeling, and instead crawl over top of him, running my hands over warm, supple flesh and kissing those lustrous lips. I want to feel the swell of every single muscle, the rough edges of every scar and the roundness of that un-fucking-believably perfect, fat ass. I wanna sink my weight into that firm body, feel every shudder, every twitch, every spasm as I kiss him into oblivion.

And I've gotten way off track here. I'd have to be a real shitty asshole to ignore the whole reason we're here just because I think Deku looks fucking delectable in that bed. Besides, I've promised myself that I'm going to take this slow and be respectful and shit. Sharing a bed with him is going to complicate that but there's never been a challenge I couldn't meet. After straightening the unwelcomed bulge making its presence known inside my pants, I close the door behind me and head back to the kitchen.

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We had the option to snorkel with a group but Deku and I agreed it would be more fun to do it at our own pace. Neither of us actually snorkeled before which was a problem easily remedied via several how-to YouTube videos. Then it was just a matter of purchasing our equipment and practicing at the school's pool. It's not difficult and the only real challenge is learning to deal with the water that inevitably makes its way into the snorkel. I wouldn't describe either of us as pros, though I obviously do better with it then Deku, but we've learned enough to be efficient.

The weather is nearly perfect for this, 70 degrees, sunny with a slight breeze. The beach leading to the reef is all sparkling blue water, white sand that is soft and warm beneath my feet, and only a handful of extras sunbathing and splashing against the waves. We've both managed to get our skintight, shorty wetsuits on, mine being black with an orange stripe and his with a green stripe. I was not interested in purchasing these stupid suits when the guy at the surf store suggested them but Deku insisted we try them on before making any 'rash' decisions.

While mine was a pain to fit into, I found that once it was on, it was surprisingly comfortable. The real selling point though, was when I got a look at Deku in his. Not sure why it didn't occur to me sooner, but these wetsuits fit like a glove, leaving very little to the imagination. The countless hours dedicated to crafting that toned and compact body were apparent from the way the neoprene stretched over the defined curves of his chest and abs. The cutoff around his legs strained against the meat of those thick thighs and, god help me, the way it hugged around his ass was pure sin.

While watching Deku bend over to grab his snorkel, mask, and fins out of his bag, I mentally thank the nameless guy at the surf shop one more time for his suggestion. Deku will have fun checking out all the sea life and coral and shit and I'll have fun checking out Deku. It's a win/win.

"You ready, Kacchan?" He asks while fidgeting with the clear bands behind his head to secure his mask in place.

"Let's do it." I fit my own mask over my face before attempting to waddle to the shoreline. Walking with these damn fins on my feet is a nightmare and if it's anything like Deku, I look stupid as fuck while walking in them.

"I bet I can make it to the reef before you!" He calls back to me, then makes a mad dash for the water, tripping over his fins and giggling up a storm.

"I don't fucking think so, nerd!" I pick up the pace, finding it easier to powerwalk while shuffling my feet so I don't fall on my face in the glorious way Deku just did. I'm kicking up sand all around me, passing Deku just as he pulls himself off the ground. "The fuck you playing in the sand for? Not gonna win that way, shitty Deku" I taunt as I pass him.

"These are so hard to run in! How are you doing that?"

"I'm telling you nothing!"

By the time the stupid fins are splashing in the water, which was a different kind of balancing battle, I can hear him struggling just behind me with his grunts and schoolgirl giggles. In hindsight, maybe next time we'll put the fins on once we get to the water instead of trudging through the sand while wearing them like a couple of idiots.

From what I can recall of the map, the reef is only a little ways out from the shore. The water is cool against my skin, and crystal clear. By the time I'm waist deep, I can still clearly see the whole way down to the sandy ocean floor beneath my feet. The reef isn't too far off in the distance, a golden-brown mass flecked with hues in purple, yellow, red, and pink. With Deku just on my heels, I pick up the pace, floating on my stomach while furiously kicking my legs behind me, allowing my fins to give me the speed I need to get there first.

As I swim nearer, the reef takes shape. The blob morphing into spiny coral, porous rocks, floral sea anemone with its gracefully flowing tentacles and slimy green algae. The sun refracting through the water gives everything a calm, glowing quality.

"Wow, that's really something, huh?" Deku asks, his tone wrapped in awe.

"Yeah, it was worth the hassle. You ready to take a look around?"

"Definitely. Let's do it!" Deku swims in close, planting a chaste kiss over my lips before slipping the rubbery mouthpiece of the snorkel into his mouth and swimming closer to the reef.

I can't stop the stupid smile that stretches over my face as I watch him. He's enchanted by the simplest of things and it's something I'm really growing to like about him. I secure my own mouthpiece, trying to ignore the gross, salty taste it's now covered in from the seawater, and follow just behind him.

While we swim around the reef, I start to realize Deku might not be the only one enchanted by the experience. The coral grows in all different kinds of odd shapes and colors, and the fish swimming around the reef are pretty and frankly, braver than I expected. Many of them will swim right up to me, probably as curious about me as I am about them. I did find that if I try to touch them, they'll bolt immediately though, so I keep my hands to myself as I leisurely swim through the area. Whenever I dive for a closer look, I catch smaller, less noticeable details like the spiny urchin under a rock or the eel making its home in a crevice.

Eventually, Deku catches sight of a sea turtle who's gracefully swimming along the ocean floor. He dives down to go after it, kicking his legs in a frenzy to get to it before it spooks off. I dive down too, following just behind him cause why the hell not? The turtle seems pretty chill, and the nerd is just delighted when it doesn't swim away the moment he places his pruning hand over the back of its brown and white shell.

Looking up to me with childlike wonder, he waves me over, pointing to the turtle enthusiastically. I roll my eyes dramatically even though I secretly want to touch its shell too. When I rest my hand on its back, my fingers run along the bumpy grooves and lines of the shell until finally, the turtle decides it's had enough and slowly swims off in another direction. Deku watches it go, his locks floating around his head like a green halo, curious eyes taking in everything around us as he waves goodbye to the turtle.

It's around this time I feel that familiar burning in my chest, my lungs begging me to take in a deep breath. I break the water's surface a moment later, gasping in a good lungful of air followed by a long exhale. Deku pops up soon after, his eyes still shining with excitement from his earlier encounter. Next thing I know, he's ripping that mouthpiece out, throwing his arms up in the air while treading water with his legs, his face splitting into a huge grin.

"KAAAACHAN! Did you see that? Did you see how cool that turtle was? I can't believe it let me touch it like that, and you too! Wasn't it neat Kacchan?"

"You kidding? It was fucking awesome. Much better than all the stupid fish swimming around." In truth, I'm impressed with everything so far, fish included but the nerd doesn't need to know that.

"Well, I thought the fish were pretty. So many colors, shapes and sizes! My favorite was the blue striped angelfish, and did you see that huge starfish by the rock with all the shrimp on it? So awesome."

He's starting to pant through his continuous treading, and I can feel my own exertion kicking in too, so I figure this is probably a good time to call it for now. "Hey, why don't we head back to shore and have a snack. We can come back out in a little while, kay?"

He eyes the reef before looking back to the shore, displeasure with the idea evident on his face. For a second, I think I'm going to have to drag him back and force him to take a break, but he makes the right choice on his own. "Okay, that sounds good, I guess. But I'm coming back out with or without you."

"Good. C'mon dumbass, let's get some food into you." I lead the way back to the pristine, sandy shore with him begrudgingly following just behind me.

We spent the better part of the day going back and forth between the reef and the shore. I figured it would have gotten old after an hour or two, but we were both thoroughly entertained up until the sun began its descent behind the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant orange and pink hues. Since we stayed much longer then expected, I had Shitty Hair bring us dinner from a local seafood restaurant and unfortunately the rest of the extras took that as an invitation to join us for our dinner on the beach.

"Would you look at that sunset" Shitty Hair comments from next to me as he shifts the sand around with his feet. We've been sitting in the sand quietly for a while now, watching as Deku, Cheeks, and Glasses scramble around the area, hunting for unique seashells that haven't been chipped or broken yet.

"It's alright." The way the sun reflects off the water, its light shimmering against the waves as the huge orange ball slowly sinks further and further out of sight is obviously postcard worthy but it pales in comparison to the sight of Deku skipping around like a big dork, digging in the sand and laughing with Cheeks.

"Like you've even paid it much attention. Bro, you've been eyeing Izuku with that lovesick look on your face the whole time we've been sitting here. You've got it bad."

"The fuck you just say to me, Hair for Brains? I do NOT have a lovesick look on my face, and you can fuck off with that shit." The hell does a "lovesick look" even look like anyway? He better not be spouting that shit around Pinkie or I'll never hear the end of it.

"You don't have to get all offended bro. I can see the way you both look at each other and I'm pretty sure he's got it just as bad as you do." He turns to me then, the look on his face serious. "You know, I think everything you're doing for Izuku is admirable, especially with his circumstances and, well…"

"What is it, Shitty Hair? Just say it already."

"I just hope you're taking care of yourself too. And if you ever need someone to vent to, I hope you know I can be that person. Things aren't always going to be this nice and eventually you might need someone to support you like how you're supporting Izuku, except you know, as friends. Can I be that person for you?"

"Tch, whatever. I guess." His words are comforting, and even though I give him plenty of shit I'm glad we're friends or whatever. I've taken on a lot with Deku and while I don't regret anything, sometimes I feel isolated, like there's a barrier of ice separating Deku and me from everyone else. I guess it wouldn't be too bad to have Shitty Hair over here with us too.

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I had to take a long shower to get all the sand off my body. It was everywhere, including places where sand had no right to be. Once I felt I had ridded myself of the grainy blight, I shampooed and conditioned, scrubbed all over with my loofah, and then silently stood beneath the steaming rain of water until I felt relaxed enough to sleep. After I shut the water off, I toweled off and slipped into a pair of comfy pajama pants.

Deku used the shower in our room while I showered in the second bathroom. When I returned to our bedroom he was already finished, All Might pajama pants on and scrolling through his phone as he lounged on the bed. He looked up when I entered our room, flashing me a bright smile and returning his phone to its dock on his nightstand.

"You sure you're okay with sharing the bed?" I question as I join him on top of the plushy comforter.

"As long as you want to." The slightest blush dusts over his cheeks then, and he turns his eyes downward while mumbling, "I think it would be nice to cuddle with Kacchan tonight."

His words make my face heat and I have to suppress the urge to cover my embarrassment with my usual sarcastic bite. Instead, I change the subject to something more familiar. "Did you remember to take your meds and log it in your journal?"

"Yes, to both."

"And did you video chat with Auntie?"

"Yup. She enjoyed my story about the sea turtle, and I showed her some of the shells I found."

"You ready for bed then?" I ask, turning towards him.

"Yeah, I think so. Today was fun but so exhausting." He stretches his hands above his head with a yawn as if to show he is as tired as he claims. He turns his head toward me, offering me an easy smile.

I lean into him then, brushing my lips against his for a goodnight kiss. His lips part for me immediately, inviting me to slide my tongue inside, meeting and entwining with his. Without breaking our connection, I pull him onto my lap, his legs straddling me and his bare chest pressing up against mine. He's warm and solid beneath my touch and I waste no time dropping my hands to that perfect ass, squeezing those globes while kissing him with abandon. He lets out the softest moan when I do, the sound so intoxicating and hungry I can't help but tilt my hips up, pressing myself up against that squishy ass.

It's when he whines and grinds himself down over me that a lick of sense returns, effectively stopping me in my tracks. I pull back, looking into those darkened green irises, feeling what little self-control I have slowly slipping away from me. "Deku, we should stop this before we can't."

Biting his bottom lip, he gives me this sultry, unfiltered look that sends so much heat coursing through me, I think I might combust. "Kacchan, I… I want you to have me. All of me." He accentuates that last sentence by grinding his ass down against me again, making me groan against his lips, my hips lifting of their own accord. Fuck, I want him so bad.

"Don't… want… you to… regret anything." I stutter out, holding onto my sanity by a thin thread.

"I could never regret being with Kacchan" he says simply, rubbing his nose against mine in a way that's too cute to be real. He leans over, guiding his lips to my ear, his hot breath fanning over my cheek. "I want to feel you inside me" he whispers lowly and just like that; the last thread of my control is pulled so taught it snaps.

I crash my lips against his, all previous softness forgotten, my sole intent is to devour. It's all tongue and teeth, Deku eagerly meeting me in intensity. With my hands firmly grabbing his hips, I throw my weight over, flipping us so he's pressed into the mattress beneath me. He's panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly while his hips press up into me. It's a view I could get used to, but there's no time for that right now. Instead, I trail wet, open mouthed kisses down his neck and chest. While grazing over his nipple with my teeth, I smirk with satisfaction when his breath hitches and his back arches off the bed, the first loud moan escaping from those reddened lips.

"You sound so fucking good, moaning like that for me." Moving to his other nipple, I graze over the bud just like before and I'm not disappointed when he lets out another moan just for me, the sound igniting my insides just as much as my pride.

Working my way south, I make sure to appreciate the toned lines of his stomach, even dipping my tongue into his navel and chuckling when he squirms in protest with a breathy "Not there!" By the time I make it to his waist, my cock is aching and straining against my pants. I tuck my fingers beneath his waistband, dragging my gaze slowly up the curves of his body until they finally meet with thin lines of emerald, his pupils totally blown wide while he watches me intently. My tongue darts out to lick at my lips as I tug on the band of his pants twice, seeking his consent to continue.

His pink tongue slips out, moistening his own lips, his response resolute. "Do it. Take them off." He lifts his hips then, allowing me to pull his pants off in one fluid motion. Sitting back on my heels, I breathe out slowly while taking him in. He's all dewy pale skin, freckles, and defined muscles, all leading up to the most breathtaking, freckle clad face I've ever seen, currently tinged pink under my stare, and the softest, fluffiest mop of green curls. "So fucking gorgeous" I tell him, his face lighting up in response.

"Take your clothes off, Kacchan. I wanna see you too." He's nervously fidgeting with his fingers, eyes darting between me and his exposed cock.

"That seems fair" I respond as I yank my pants off in a way that might have been just a little too eager. He watches my every movement, eyes widening when they land on my erection. Positioning myself by his feet, I glide my hands up his calves, spreading his legs at the knee until he's fully bared in front of me.

Those creamy thighs are stunning, all the more so as I press kisses against their heated flesh, trailing the lines connecting the constellation of freckles smattered all over his skin. Pacing is everything and I take my time as I kiss, bite, and lick, working my way closer and closer to his twitching cock, soaking in every last moan and sigh Deku gives me. By the time I'm wrapping my hand around his pulsing cock, Deku is practically jumping out of his skin, squirming and panting loudly.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." I swallow the length of his cock in the next instance, sliding my lips over the pulsating veins and silken skin until my nose is buried in a bed of green pubes. The sensation of his dick hitting the back of my throat throws me off for a second, forcing my gag reflex before I'm back in control. Deku's hands instantly find their way into my hair, twirling and tugging at the strands, his hips shaking beneath me. Pulling back, I slide my mouth up to the tip before swallowing him whole again, making sure to message his cock with my tongue as I go. Repeating the motion, I set a quick pace, hollowing my cheeks as I suck and lick up and down his cock.

"Ngh, so good. Kacchan's mouth is amazing!" Deku's ecstatic, iron grip clasped tightly around my hair, hips gently thrusting up into my mouth every time I drop back down on him. It's sexy as fuck. When his cock starts to leak precum I pop off his length so I can dip my tongue into the slit, lapping up every last drop. I can tell by the way his cock spasms that he's moments away from coming, but it's too soon for that so I release him and sit back on my heels.

"W-what? Why'd you stop? Don't stop, Kacchan…" He pouts while grinding his cock against my leg, chasing after any friction he can get.

"Can't have you coming already. The only way your coming tonight is with my dick balls deep in that fat ass of yours. Got it?"

"Mmm, yes I want that. I want to feel you in me, wanna feel you come deep inside of me."

Holy fuck, that might have been the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. I have to physically restrain myself from taking him right there because I don't want to hurt him. "Baby, I'm gonna give it to you but I have to prep you first. Don't wanna hurt you."

He registers what I said before pointing to the drawer of his nightstand knowingly. "Lube. There's lube in there."

"You brought lube? Seriously? You were planning for this weren't you, you little slut."

"Kacchan!" If possible, he somehow manages to blush a deeper shade of red, looking away from me as he nods his head in affirmation. I don't know why, but knowing he planned this out and it's not just a random thing sends butterflies in my stomach. It's a strange feeling, one I'll worry about figuring out later.

After grabbing the bottle of water-based lube, I drizzle a little onto my hand and coat my fingers really well. I've never done anything like this before, so I just hope I do it right and don't hurt him more than I have to. "You ready?" He bites his lip while nodding his head.

Using the back of my hand and my elbow, I push against his legs, spreading them nice and wide for me. My finger glides down past his balls, until finally, it rests just at his entrance. It only takes a little pressure until it slips inside of him, requiring a little extra push to make it into the third knuckle because holy shit he's tight! After releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding, I glance up to Deku to make sure he's okay before sliding my finger out and slowly sliding it back in. "Does it hurt?" I ask while wiggling it around to test out the boundaries.

"N-no, it-ah! It f-feels good."

I add a second finger then while continuing to glide them in and out, feeling his ass twitch around them as I do. It's not long before Deku's moaning and gyrating his hips, fucking himself on my fingers. It's fucking hot so I add in a third finger, making sure to stretch out that slutty little hole while I coat my cock with the rest of the remaining lube.

After pulling my fingers out, I crawl over him, positioning the head of my dick at his slick entrance while the nerd grunts in disapproval of being left empty. My eyes lock on with his, those hooded eyes staring back at me are filled with such trust and adoration, his expression blissed and when he wraps his arms around my neck, I slowly push in, entering him fully in one fluid motion.

The tight, silky warmth wrapping around my cock is un-fucking-believable and it takes everything I have in me to stay still, to give Deku a minute to adjust to my size. His whole body his shaking beneath me, his brows pinched together, he's uncomfortable so I do the only thing I can think of and press my lips against his, swallowing those sounds of distress until he's ready. It's not long before he's kissing me back, his tongue swiping against mine while he wraps his legs around my waist.

Slowly, I slide out of him, the intense pleasure radiating through my body making my muscles stutter and my eyes roll. Immediately, I thrust back in, my body feeling like it's exploding with pleasure. I set a steady rhythm in this way, trying to hold myself off as long as I can. "Oh, fuuuuuck yes! Shit you feel so good, baby."

"More Kacchan. I want more!"

"You want me to slam my cock into your greedy little ass, fuck you nice and hard?"

"Yes! Fuck me harder, Kacchan. Fuck me so hard I can't walk in the morning."

"Whatever you want, baby. I'll give you whatever you want." After pulling most of the way out, I slam back into him, setting a brutal pace and fucking up into him, trying different angles until I finally hit the right spot. His legs squeeze around my waist as he throws his head back into the pillows and arches his back beautifully. I rake my fingers down his sides, kissing and sucking his neck, making sure to hit that spot again and again. His cock his slapping against the hard muscles of his abs, the tip weeping precum all over his midsection. His hole is somehow getting tighter, squeezing my cock so good, filling me up with this white-hot intensity.

"F-fuck! You're filling me up so good. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan!" He's chanting my name, his voice barely carrying over the sound of skin slapping against skin and the lewd wet noises coming from our coupling. He wraps his hand around his erection, stroking it in time with my thrusts while grinding his ass down on my cock. I can tell he's getting close.

"Come for me baby. I wanna watch you come undone on my cock."

"Mmm, Kacchan, I'm so close. I'm gonna come- ahhh!" His body shudders violently beneath me, his eyes rolling back as white threads spurt all over his stomach and chest. The force of his orgasm making his hole clench tightly around me.

"God Deku, your tight little hole is going to milk the cum right out of me. Is that what you want, for me to fill you with my load you little slut?"

"Yes! God, yes I want all of it!" He's teary eyed, still riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm when the waves of pleasure rolling through me finally throw me over the edge. My cock pulses inside of that tight little ass as I fill him up to the brim with my come. I thrust up into him a few more times, chasing after the insane amount of pleasure coursing through me until I have nothing left to give.

My shaking arms can barely hold me up, and with him tugging gently against my back with his legs I give in and allow myself to collapse on top of him, not even caring about the sticky mess between us. We can shower later. Deku wraps his arms around my back while I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in the much sweatier version of that familiar scent I know so well. A minute later and our labored breaths begin to even out, my crazy fast heart rate slowing down as I relax into him.

"This is nice but uh, you're kinda heavy." His voice is muffled beneath me, his smaller body squirming to get me to roll over.

"Yeah, yeah." I roll over with a huff, not even bothering to hide my blissed-out smile. He rolls to his side and I pull him into me, wrapping my arms around him as we finally fall asleep.