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When Izuku and Katsuki team up in the midst of the battle, 99% of the time, the enemy would lose, hands down.

It was so easytfor the two to work around one another to beat the villian of the day down. They were usually so in sync with one another that I made plenty of others in awe and confused all at once.

It freaked a lot of people out, okay?

Katsuki soaked it in either way, having pride within himself and his teammate because they worked damn hard to get where they are now with each other.

Sometimes, it's perfect. 

Sometimes,.it's not.

Today was a not so perfect day.

They had an advantage at first, as Izuku was able to get close to their opponent and knock them down, Katsuki standing ready, posture stiff in battle mode ready for anything.

Except for when the opponent quite literally grabbed Izuku by his hair, damn near tossing the teen several feet several feet within the air, a sadistic grin stretching on there face. And before Katsuki could move, the villian jumped in the air and slamming deku right back down in the ground, claws digging  into his neck, penetrating the skin.

Katsuki was moving fast now, letting off a explosion close enough to the opponent for the human like creature to get it right in his face, which flew back shrieking, rubbing at it's face. 

' Fuck that,' Katsuki thinks with a sinking heart as he drops down onto his knees , eyes wandering for any more bruising other than the obvious.

Deku held onto his neck with one of his hands, almost clawing at it. Eyes wide with fear and pain.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"Deku-"

Katsuki begins, eyes drifting back and forth between the enemy and the crumbled and obviously in pain Deku.

"Oh?"  The high pitched hollow voice says as the human like creature drops their hands to the side, half their face blistered and red from Katsuki's blast.

"How interesting." It draws out in a feminine-like voice, stance relaxed but snake like eyes glowing with intent.

"The fuck did you do to him?!"

He shouts, eyes hard as he gathers the boy laying beside him, who seems to be squirming along the ground, teeth grinding together as the pain travels through him. Katsuki notices that he's shaking in his arms, quite literally trembling, wracks coming every second.

The snake-like human just grins, a sharp like smile forming among its lips.

It makes Katsuki's blood boil.

"Poison, of course."

Katsuki doesn't breathe for a solid three seconds, mind going blank as what she said repeats in his head.

"Poison…."

No.

NO.

"You-" he can hear his own voice shaking as he trying to keep his cool, trying to not freak the fuck out that one of his closest friends, his… 

"why would you…"

The snake like lady frowns, brows bunched up together as she/he takes in Katsuki as he grips Deku closer against him.

"Oh,for the sake of- I didn't poison him to die . It's something much more," she pauses, a long tongue sliding across it's bottom lip, "pleasurable than that, darling."

Katsuki hisses, eyes darting back and forth to see if anyone has Made to them yet but to no avail,it seemed to only be the three if them.

Where the fuck is everyone?

And what the fuck is this asshole talking about ??

Katsuki doesn't notice that the creature was already taking several steps back, calculative eyes darting across him and Deku, he's becoming weaker as time passes.

"Oh, don't worry dear. It won't be any problem very soon. Things will begun to get really good fairly soon."

There was a chirp in it's voice, eyes gleaming with something mischievous as it makes a getaway.

Shit.

BUT Katsuki doesn't make a move to go after it as Izuku speaks to him.

"Kacchan, hurts."

He pants out, now leaning fully against him as if his body grows super weak.

"Hey, don't you start falling asleep on me, nerd!" He barks out as Izuku slumps his head against Katsuki's shoulder, his dulling-green eyes flutter open and close, blinking slowly at him.

"Kacchan…" he slurs out,voice almsot muffled and quiet to Katsuki even with the fact that Izuku is closer to him than he ever was.

Katsuki's heartbeat picks up as he takes a unhelpful  stuttering breath as he adjust Izuku until the young hero's head is buried almost into his neck. Half his body laying on top of Katsuki while the other half lays uselessly against the pavement.

"Stay awake for me, Deku."

He voice is low but he can hear the tremble in it as he looks sideways at the nerd whose green eyes seem to gloss over.

"Feel…. Funny. Wierd." He slurs quietly, warm breath against the bare skin where his costume doesn't cover up his neck. 

Katsuki can't help the full body shudder he gets from it, gripping onto the boy, clenching his hands around the shoulders,then unclenching.

'Stay awake for me, ok? Aizawa should be getting here any minute."

He he's sure some people are coming. As he's now hearing the frantic footsteps heading there way, where the destruction lays of the villian havoc before the Wonder Duo got there.

He see jet black hair running towards them both, Aizawa and Nemuri both getting closer to their students.

"Ground Zero."

Aizawa states, eyes tracking both of his students as the lay in destruction around them.

"He's been poisoned with something." Katsuki says first before anything else, the smaller boy in his lap lets out a very pitiful whine, face burying closer into Katsuki's neck, seeking comfort in the dulled out pain and exhaustion forming in his bones.

This was natural for Izuku. He's used to this. 

But there was something else among it….

"Kacchan?" His voice shakes, small and quiet and Katsuki's heart squeeze so tight on its own as he has a random flashback of young Izuku, looking at him with those big watery eyes of his, Katsuki's insults hitting home for the first time that day-

-"we need to get him to recovery girl and to see a healer."

His teachers voices breaks through the memory as he looks up at the dark eyes, blinking to reel himself back to the present.

"Right." He mutters.

He hooked his arm behind the smaller boys knee, lifting him up with pure muscle and carrying him bridal style, Izuku's grip still tight around his neck.

Katsuki's heart squeezes.

"Feel funny, Kacchan. What's wrong with me?"

The green-haired boys asks.

Aizawa glances at the two, as deep calculating look his pinned down onto Katsuki before he turns around, heading straight to the rest of the team further up, Nemuri barking out orders to those around to her.

Everyone jumps nto action as Katsuki carries Izuku away to get some help, realizing that in the last thirty seconds, Izuku has passed out against him.

His panicking brain repeats the one question stuck in his head for the last five minutes.

What the fuck was the shitty thing talking about???

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        Katsuki felt the breath he was holding release as soon as a healer came out of the room to speak to Aizawa and him, her smile soft but her body rigid and stiff.

"He will be fine."  The nurse starts off.

" Fuck." Was the main thing Katsuki could say out loud as his thunderous heart calms down just a little bit, the memory of Izuku going completely slack in his arms burned into his brain, replaying over and over.

"But," she begins,hesitation evident in her tone. Katsuki watched as the healer  dart her brown eyes back and forth between the him and Aizawa, probably wondering  if it's okay to speak to both of them at once. "We've dealt with this before and. . . It's not so pretty."

Aizawa is frowning, hands crossed over his chest as he glances down at Katsuki, who is sitting in a chair next to him. Katsuki meets his eyes, silently communicating that he's not walking away. That he's just as worried as Aizawa.

Aizawa grunts before meeting the Healer's eyes.

"Go on."

Healers nods once, firm with a grim line on her lips.

"The poison that is in Izuku's system has been subdued, but it will leave a fairly long temporary affect on the young men. It is not deadly at all but the symptoms are a lot of complicated."

Katsuki blinks at her, his shoulders set into a tight ball of tension as he listens closely.

"Mr. Shouto, and Mr. Bokugou, Izuku Midoriya has been injected with something we like to call "sex-pollen."

Both older and young men. Blink at her, Aizawa eyebrows raising up into his hair as he takes in the words carefully.

Bakugou is… well shit, He's definitely freaking out a little.

"What-"

"If you would think of it, he's in heat, like some animals go through in a monthly basis. These "heats" last up to only a handful of days to several weeks at a time. The creature he come across of is something we take fairly serious."

"Some who has encountered something like this have gone into a sexual frenzy of sorts, mind going blank from time to time until they find a way to feed their sexual need within them. Some have partners that have helped them while others…. While in that state have committed sexual acts of violence of a non-consensual stranger"

"Aizawa speaks up, voice clipped and firm as he says,

"I can assure you that Midoriya will not become someone that attacks anyone while under this state."

The healer frowns but eyes soft as she speaks.

"Sometimes, the one under the influence doesn't realize it. It's an incident bad for them and the person they had forced. It can be damaging at times, mentally for both parties involved…"

Katsuki feels his heart sink sink sink into the pit of his stomach,  trying to not imagine Izuku being in such a sad vulnerable state to accidentally attack someone while his right mind is clouded. Deku would never .

"We can keep him under  our watch, restrain him until the symptoms and poisons goes down to none. But I must say, those who havd chose that go through terrible pain,, like cramps through their entire body while that's the case. It's leaves a lot of patients feeling alone and not needed, almost damaging them completely mentally after they are officially down. We do not necessarily suggest to do such a thing, sir."

She speaking to Aizawa as she says this, but her eyes dart back and forth between both men.

Aizawa takes this information in with a calculating gaze,quiet as he thinks. 

"So, just to be clear, yoy just that Izuku has someone he can trust to help jim out through out this experience."

She shakes her head. 

"Yes sir. Exactly that."

Katsuki sucks in air as he runs his fingers through his hair, his mind and thought on overload as he takes this in.

Deku is in heat, and it may last long than a week. 

Deku is in heat.

Heat .

As Katsuki turns this over though his head, the healer continues to speak.

"The cases that we've come across of,most patients/victims are acting as a submissive in their sexual act while a small case are considered to be dominant. We believe that Izuku will be deemed submissive while under this influence of poison due to his physical appearance. We suggest if you are wanting to find a partner for the young man, that you find someone that carries dominant traits."

Aizawa huffs. Mumbling out loud to himself.

"There are only a handful of people that Izuku is truly close to and two that I wouod consider to be… dominant if that were the case. I'm not sure if either of the two men.. would  be willing to help."

The healer shakes her head as she listens, Katsuki wracking his damn brains and thinks just as the healer asks the question he was wondering.

"Is Izuku homosexual or bisexual?"

Katsuki feels his own breath hitch as Aizawa thinks this over, eyes closed as the silence wraps around them all.

Katsuki thinks himself, as he goes back to 1st year, when Izuku would blush so hard around Pink-Cheeks and how awkward both had been that first year towards each other. But come second year. The two feel into something as good friends and how Izuku only offered bright smiles and soft friendly gazes towards her. 

He thinks about second year and how he would catch Izuku staring at ColdHot with curiosity sparkling in his eyes and little boushes forming on his face. How the basted would give them right back, smile all soft for the green-eyed nerd.

He feels a dark bitterness form in his stomach and remembers how he did not like that shit at all. How his own pulse would pulse and that familiar anger would wedge it's alway forth to the point where he wants to ram his fist against Todoroki's face.

He then thinks about himself, and how Izuku had always looked at him like he was the sun itself, even when they were arguing are fighting with each other. How Izuku blush and become a stuttering mess everytime Katsuki gives him a compliment or encourage him to be his best. 

He's not once never thankful to the high beings out there that Izuku has forgiven him and has allowed him right back be his side like they were as children.

He thinks about how it's become harder and harder to not think about the green-haired nerd since second year. How those feelings inside of him grow every damn day. Even as they are on their third and last year, Katsuki does not think these feelings will go away.

And neither will the fear and losing Deku.

Of fucking things up so bad to the point where they drift off to Nothing. Of allowing his feeling to get the best of him and have Izuku freaking out on him.

He doesn't want to lose him. Can't lose him.

But he'll be damned if he allows fucking Todoroki touch his Deku.

"-Gou. Bokugou. Are you listening?"

Aizawa's voice cuts through his frantic movong thoughts, blonking back to reality and looks up to both of grown-ups.

"Sorry. What was that again?"

Aizawa's gaze is hard but s9ft around the edges as he asks him:

"Is Izuku bisexual?"

Bakugou runs his hands through his hair nervously as he answers.

"We never speak about it like that but… yeah, it's definitely possible that he is, sir."

"And who do you think will be willing to..   help him out during this state. Todoroki or you?"

Katsuki as a flash of imagination of Todoroki with Deku, having him writh and pant while the HotCold bastard got him off more ways than none and he feels as flash of possessiveness crash through him so hard that it leaves him speechless for a second.

Definitely  not that fucking asshole.

So, Katsuki answers honestly.

"Me. I'm willing to help Deku out however I can. You have my full consent."

Aizawa raises his eyebrows at the boy, he feels like he wants to now hide in a dark hole somewhere and suffocate.

The healer huns her confirmation as she dribbles shit down on the paper she has in her hand.

"Okay, well Mr. Midoriya is unconscious right now and I do believe he will he for the next several hours. However, he will wake up in the middle of the night, confused and his hormones will be almost extremely dangerously high. It will have calmed down  after his picked partner finds away to dampen that intense feeling he will at first have."

Katsuki listens intently to the healer in front of him as she rattles off more information about Deku's condition.

"Before I send you both on the way, I would like to be very clear that although  these acts will be mostly done in y'alls own privacy, that the both of you will be monitored."

Katsuki makes an embarrassing sound as his face grows hot , the tip of his ears burning, eyes bulging wide and unfeeling as she says this.

There's a huff a laughter from both the healer and Aiwaza.

"Now, don't freak out just yet. We Won't be videotaping you, as we mind that very inappropriate and extreme  for our facility but we will be checking up on the both of you  every four hours, as there will be an assigned nurse and healer to check out both of the two of ya'lls health and progress.

"I understand that Aizawa over told me that there is a specific private area that the two of you will be staying while this is a problem."

Katsuki wonders when that was spoken of. Maybe when he blanked put for awhile while thinking of how angry and jealous he would be if someone else were to have this moment, fucked up or not. The the green-haired hero.

Aizawa grunts in confirmation.

"There is a closed off section within the school that I think would be best for them. Only faculty members enter there every once in a while but I will make sure that not too many people will be visiting that area for the next few weeks or so"

The healers shakes her head.

"Good. And at last," the Healer meets Katsuki's gaze head on. "Are you a Virginia when it comes to gay sex."

There goes another embarrassing sound falling from his mouth, eyes bulgign once again as Aizawa fits his curious eyes on him.

Aizawa may seem like he's bored and uninterested 80% of the time, but that 20% of filled with Mirth and humor.

Bastard.

Katsuki sure as hell wasn't going to tell.him that he lost his virginity to some quirkless smiling dude only a few months ago on his 18th birthday in a bathroom stall.

Listen, don't fucking judge okay?

 The dude had green-eyes like his favorite nerd with a suggestive smile on his lips. He was illegally tipsy and horny and the other dude was totally down for it. It was quick and awkward but it got him off and both boys went their separate ways.

. . .

Don't you fucking dare tell Deku that Katsuki called him his favorite!

"It's been awhile sense…" he stutters out through a mumble of sorts, hands swinging up and down as he tries to reel in his embarrassment.

The healer eyes sparkle but she shakes her head, keeping it professional.

"That's fine. So, you're familiar with things such as lubrication, anal fingerings and oral fixation?"

Katsuki blinks at her was a frown now on his face.

Of course he knows these things.

The internet and porn was his best friends sometimes, okay?

 He learned a lot of those homosexualized gay-sex blogs here and there.

"Yes." He mumbles.

"Oh?" 

Aizawa's says in a drawn out voice, flat but curious trickling through.

"Shu-shut-up! This is so embarrassing."

He hisses at his teacher before crossing his arms and turning his head away.

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, young hero."

Aizawa says.

"Sex is sex. Whether if there is emotion behind it or not, heterosexual sex or homosexual. It's all natural. Quick your whining. Your 18 now, stop acting like such a baby."

Katsuki bristles at that, fist shaking in front of him.

"Im not acting childish, you son of a-"

"Okay," the healer interrupts, a nervous chuckle falling from her lips as she gathers up the rest of her papers. "As interesting as this all is, that is all that was needing to be said

"I suggest, Mr. Bokugou, that you find yourself some rest or sitting time before you go into this task."

Katsuki doesn't hide the apparent frown on his lips at that. Deku isn't some fucking task to work on.

He's a fucking hero and one of his closest friends, dammit. 

But, he guesses he Can't be that mad. This is basic talk to the Healer. She must see random, bizarre cases too often when it comes to heroes/ villians alike.

Katsuki grunts in agreement either way.

"Go ahead and head to the dorms and grab what you'll need for the first couple of days. Meet me back down here so I can show where you and Izuku will be staying."

And because Katsuki actually likes school (yeah, shur the fuck up, it's not that hard to believe) he asks: 

"What about school and homework."

Aiwaza hums.

"That will be sorted out by tomorrow morning. I will get with both you and Midoriya about schedules and such. I'm sure The both of you will hate being gone from activity too long."

Katsuki agrees and leaves the room, mind reeling with tbought of what's about to haopen within the next few hours between the two.

Hiw things will definitely change after this.

"Mr. Aizawa, I know I should have told the both of you, but I think it would be best to ask you first."

Aizawa looks back at the healer, takng his eyes the door Katsuki just left from, his own thoughts being at the forefront of his head.

"Go on."

"Sometimes, when the poison is officially out of the victims system, they become very. . . Attached to their partner. This is speaking on a possible higher level than before the patient is affected. It's the intimacy that takes a toll on them. Sometimes, in bad situations. They are forced into isolation within themselves and everyone around them if they are rejected per se after it's all said and done.

"Why I am telling you this is because I need to know, is Bokugou being the partner for Midoriya gonna leave the patient broken?"

Aizawa thinks back to how the two idiots were back in first year.  How it was all about bickering and fighting and misunderstandings and self-loathing all packed into one.

Then he thinks about how far the too have come with one another. How Izuku has full-trust in Katsuki, vice versa.

How even he notices the looks they seem to give each other while the other wasn't looking. 

How Izuku had always looked at Katsuki with that look he used to give to Toshi before. . .

"Oh, I don't think this will be a problem. For either boys."

And Aizawa prays that he's right.

That the diots will finally stop circling each other and meet in the middle.

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        Izuku Midoriya woke up to muffled voices just outside the room he was sleeping in.

He felt slugglish and disoriented as his eyes try and adjust to the darkness surrounding him. He blinks them close and open several times, darting his eyes around the room.

He wrapped up in a thick comforter on a king-size bed

Heart pounding, he wonders where is he.

He thinks about recent events, his mind whirling in worry and confusion.

Why does everything feels so different ?

What in the world happened and why was he in this unknown area?

He couldn’t have been kidnapped because he can’t think of any villain that would be nice enough to just have in free to roam the room he was in.

He notices the stiffness and soreness in his neck all the sudden, wincing a little as his hand comes up only to meet a bandage wrapped around his neck.

His fingers falter on the material, thick but soft and not at all too tight or uncomfortable.

Okay, so his wound was wrapped up.

Wound….

Izumi remembers the manic smile on the feminine snake-lie creature before there long and super sharp claws pierced through his skin.

He remembers the immediate rush of pain shooting from his neck, to his arms and traveling all through out  his body.

He remembers Kacchan being right there, protecting him from any more harm, face twisted in concern as he shouts at the creature. He can’t remember the conversation that was had, or what was said back and forth but he does remember how the pain eased away to warmth .

Warmth that started in his chest, moved down to his stomach, then his leg and seemingly all the way up to his arms. He had wondered what it all meant right there.

Then he felt Kacchan touch him, lifting him up into his arms and picking him up to carry him and he remembers the intense feeling of need thrown into his chest like an echo of sorts. He can remember how he buried his head into Kacchan’s neck because wow , did Kacchan always smell this damn good?

And god, Izuku is nowhere near as weak as he was before UA, he definitely gained some muscle in the last few years of being a student there. But Kacchan has always been on the muscular side. 

And  It felt so good to feel how easy  it was for him to pick Izuku up with ease only a few probably could at this time in his life.

He remembers how warm Kacchan’s hands were, even with his gloves on. He thinks about the heat Kacchan always had radiated even as a child, when they were friends before things turned for the worse…

And now he’s thinking about Kacchan full on. About how recently, in the last year how things had gradually gotten better between the two of them. How Kacchan remarks and insults no longer truly held any heat behind them. How it’s been a lot easier to be around the boy he had grown up with and even looked up to through the verbal and sometimes, physical abuse.

He winces a little and gets rid of those memories. He doesn’t hold grudges against Kacchan.  It after having a better understanding of him from there first year at UA. He just finds himself thinking about he things used to be before they were . . . this. 

Whatever the hell that was.

The muffled voices outside the room rises a little and a familiar voices comes drifting through to Izuku’s ears.

“I’m not gonna hurt him, sensei.”

Izuku’s eyes widen as it dawns on him that it was Kacchan’s voice he was hearing.

Why is…?

When that’s when he felt it.

The warmth from earlier that was only an afterthought from earlier was back. But this time it was more intense.

He clenches at the sheets Asia feeling literally rolls all over him, eye fluttering because oh wow what in the world?

Oh.

Oh!

Was he hard?!

He adsently presses the palm of his hand against his member and has to bite his lip because holy crap he was!

This is so inappropriate.

Kacchan was right behind that door and here Izuku is, hard and horny and oh god did he want to rub one out right now.  He wants-

“Please, sensei. I’ve changed. I thought you picked up on that.”

Kacchan’s voice was loud compared to the muffled answer that was thrown his way.

Izuku was confused and burnt and had no clue what the hell was wrong with him because why now?

Izuku stomach clenches up tight where the warmth had settled and Izuku cannot help the gasp that falls from his mouth as he doubles over because it hurts .

Why does it hurt? It shouldn’t hurt. Horniness is suppose to be pleasant. It’s suppose to ease tension not make it!

But even so… even as the cramp takes over, his dick throbs and  oh hell Izuku grinds his palm against it, another gasp and the cramp eases just a tiny bit as he does.

And before he realizes it, he’s palming his clothes dick and is rutting up against the air with it, body working on auto pilot as he does.

Yes, this feels a lot better.

This is what he needed.

But it wasn’t enough.

He needs… he needs-

“ Kacchan-“

He says out loud through out a loud pained gaps following through.

He would be so embarrassed if the pain wasn’t so intense and his dick wasn’t so hard or the pleasure wasn’t a thing but  here he is anyways, rutting up and riding his palm because he was too scared and confused on what the hell was going and too humiliated knowing his damn crush was right outside the door.

Izuku is panting now, eyes squeezed shut as another sharp cramp comes and goes, like a wave of unpleasantness wraps around him.

This won’t do.

He needs more.

Izuku doesn’t realize that he’s tugging the comfortable pants off himself , noticing that they are two sizes too big as so was the shirt, as he takes that off too.

He realizes the dampness of his skin right after as the cool air surrounding the room hits his now almost bare skin, boxers still on his body.

But those are gone just as quickly in a desperation.

But now he’s able to spread his legs more as he kicks the thick cover off his legs and puts his hands in his boxers to feel his dick throb once his hand wraps around the thick thing.

For length Izuku was lacking in down there, the width and thickness made up for it, he likes to believe.

He can’t help the moan that falls from his lips as his eyes close from the pleasure the zips up his spine and down to his belly.

“Yes” he whines out loudly, mind now drifting to his pleasure and his pleasure only, unfocused on anything around.

Yes, this is good. This is really good. He can work with this.

And so he does, as his panting gets louder and his throat bobs from swallowing the saliva that gather inside his mouth as the far-away pleasant buzz takes over him, scarred hand working  up and down his length, twisting it the way he like that gets him to grunt and jerk his hips forward.

He’s Loud. He can hear the pants coming from his now open mouth and the little ‘ Ah, Ahh, mmmph’s falling from his lips because he was feeling so good right now, eyes closed against the bliss.

So tuned out and into his own pleasure that he doesn’t even notice.

He doesn’t notice a figure coming through the door or shutting it immediately right after. Or the lock slamming down on the door. Or how the person moves towards him and on the side of the bed he was placed in.

He feels himself leaking and he arches into his own touch, head Thrown back back the wetness from his own pre-cum always had him all hot and flushed. 

As a matter of fact, he doesn’t even realize he’s giving another person a show until he hears the sharp inhale in the side of him.

Throughout his pleasure, panic slams against him as  he stops what he’s doing and flies further away from the voice, immediately curling up on himself as his eyes fly open at once to meet the eyes of Kacchan.

there was tense and embarrassing silence from the both of them as one is flushed and so so so fucking hard and needy as the other has his lips parted as he takes in the other with wide blown out pupils, the red almost disappeared.

“Fuck.”

Izuku’s breath hitches , hips stuttering involuntary at the sound of Kacchan’s voice right here in front of him, right now with his hormones off the roof and his body wanting so damn much-

“Kacchan, what- why are you-”

The blond of now on the bed, leaning down and over Izuku’s body, who moans quietly and embarrassingly as a hand runs through his curly green hair, now damp with sweat.

“Oh honey, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

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KATSUKI WASN’T STUPID, OKAY? he knew what this entire mess meant for him and Izuku. Had spent the entire rest of his afternoon and most of his evening wracking his brain to make things go as smoothly and comfortable for both of them, but mostly for Izuku.

Katsuki was positive that when that pleasure hit, Izuku will be so confused but hyper aware of need to touch himself. . . Have somebody touch him.

And katsuki didn’t want to disappoint. 

Like he said, he wanted the damn nerd to feel good. He wanted him to be so comfortable even in such a state that it would be hard to question Katsuki after it’s all died down.

But, oh fuck will there be so many questions. Hopefully Aizawl or a nurse will be around to do most of the answering for him. He thinks he would be too freaking embarrassed to stick around after getting Izuku off in all kinds of ways he has in mind.

Katsuki can be difficult at times. He know this. But, he’ll be damned that he doesn’t make this the best damn sexual experience Izuku has ever had.

So, he did some research before heading over to the closed off area he was suppose to be at.

And by research, he means porn.

And yeah yeah. He knows porn Isn’t really a reliable source when one is looking to please their partner and lover. But, let’s admit, it’s all for pointers and a head start of trying to figure out what you like and what you’re in to.

He may not be a virgin anymore, but he had no time to really think about what made him go crazy and weird shit like that. Hell, the messy hook-up lasted for a matter of 6 minutes and it was sloppy, fast and honestly a small bit of a haze. 

He wants to set the tone but make it comfortable for the green-haired nerd.

He stored a few things on his head, searching from several basic lovers having sex and making lover to  BDSM and dominating and subbing on a sexual relationship.

Now that… yeah, that was kinda really very hot to Katsuki. Always in the back of his head, a place Katsuki visits a few times of month, he always wondered and day-dreamed If Izuku would be all pliant and submissive in the bedroom. 

It was one of his dirty thought that he’ll bring out every once in awhile, when he’s all hot and horny and has the damn need on his mind. Those orgasms were always intense.

(Yes, he jerks off to his used to be enemy, now friends, and kinda pro-hero partner. So what?)

And now, here Izuku is, all hot and horny and quite literally begging for it with his stupid bright green eyes of his. Bakugou was only human and gosh did he want to touch those spread out thighs on the boy.

So he did.

 Hewas right there, clothed chest pressed up against the bare shoulder of the green-haired nerd, a covered up gloved hand  gripping at the muscles but surprisingly smooth skin on Izuku’s thigh.

Izuku jerks up a little from the touch, a small cry falling from his lips. He then clamps on of his hands on his mouth, eyes clothes tightly and it looks like he was in pain.

“Hey.” Katsuki begins, voice as gentle as he can muster  as he digs his thumb into the muscles of his inner thigh, close to his bare  member, which was standing erect and dripping with pre-cum. “Hey, don’t get all shy now nerd. I wanna hear those sounds.”

Katsuki doesn’t know where that came from but he knew for it to be true. And no, it wasn’t jist because of the situation.

This is a… recurring dream of his. Something that he would secretly say-dream of, having Deku like this and moaning his name and such.

Shut up, he’s still a damn teenager!

Now, seeing that he has Izuku spread out right now in front of him made him feel… possessive. He was so glad that it wasn’t Todoroki or Iida’s stupid face here with the nerd. Katsuki would probably throw a damn fit if it were any different.

“Kacchan…”. Izuku draws out, voice muffled with his hand still clamps over his mouth. “Hurts, I need-“

A pained groan falls from the nerds lips and his eyes clenched shut, thighs suddenly lamping together as if it could stop the wave of pain.

 But, Katsuki still has his hand on his thigh and as soon as. His thighs closed, katsuki had a good feel of the firm, leaking cock in between the green-haired boys legs.

Katsuki licked his lips because shit, Izuku was thick. It was nice brushed up against the back of his hand, warm and  wet from the pre-come and fuck why is this so damn hot to him right now.

He was on a mission now, as he  maneuvers his hand  to grip around the thick member and the sound- oh my god the sound- that rips from Izuku will forever be ingrained into his head. 

“Ooh fu-” 

Izuku is loud and his head falls back against the disarray of pillows, back arching once again as he opens his legs back up at the touch of Katsuki’s touch.

Katsuki would have laughed if he didn’t feel himself getting completely turned on by the beautiful sight in front of him.

“Feels good.”

Izuku says as Katsuki gives an experimental stroke up and down.

“So good. Don’t stop, Kacchan. Please-”

And how can he say no to that?

So Katsuki’s presses up closer against Izuku’s warm body and goes to work on him, hand stroking and twisting and watching how his thigh and chest muscles ripple from pleasure, how small gasps of repeating “yes yes yes” goes and how izuku is now moving into Katsuki’s strokes on him.

The boy was breathing heavy, eyes heavy and lidded as he chases that belly-deep pleasure he was feeling and Katsuki loved this expression on him.

Those stupid lips, parted and pink and wet, letting out little pants just makes The blonde swallow. 

Fuck, he looks go good.

“I want to kiss him.

So fucking Badly .”

The blond is shocked by his own thought, hand faltering a little, losing rhythm for a second, which had izuku whining  head leaning towards his direction.

Desperate green eyes meet red, red lips parted as the nerd speaks.

“Cmon Kacchan. I wanna come. Lemme-”

And whether is if we’re to punish himself, shut the nerd up, or simply because he wanted to, he  begins at a faster pace, hand moving in a blur as he maintains eyes contact. 

He watches as those green eyes grow wide at the sudden change of speed, how his back arches and his mouth opens on a silent cry.

But not once did he break eye contact from Katsuki. 

And boy, did that do things to the blondes dick.

“ Oh fuck.”

The nerd curses, eyes fluttering shit only to open them right back up to the intense stare of eye contact.

“ Fuck, Kacchan- ”

“Shit.”

The blonde hisses through gritted teeth.

The nerd rarely ever cussed or swears. Only on a few occasions have Izuku cursed and he heard it but I’m this situation, where his voice is all wrecked and slurred, Katsuki has never been so fucking turned on in his life.

He really really really wants to kiss him.

But no.

He won’t.

So he does the next best thing.

With his free hand, Katsuki grips onto the back of the nerd’s curls and tugs .

Izuku shudders, fucking shudders and the minor voice in the back of his head telling for him to be gentle shatters.

Izuku fucking likes this.

and so, the blond leans in suddenly and latches his mouth in the space between shoulder and neck and  bites down. Sharp pressure but nothing to the point of breaking skin.

And the nerd freezes up, eyes rolling in the back of his head, hand shooting up to grip onto the blondes bicep and stops moving, stops breathing and with a small inhale, he wails .

One, two, three, and four spurts of cum shoots from Izuku’s dic.

Gasping breath as his. Grip onto Katsuki loosening by a fracture, face contorted in pure bliss as he comes down from the intensity of it all. He drops back down onto the bed

Katsuki hums as he latched his moth off the soft, now red skin of the nerds neck and a small thought of realizing he hasn’t came yet. But surprisingly, he’s not that upset about it. 

Seeing the nerds blissed out and content look does it for him enough anyway.

“Thanks, Kacchan. You’re amazing.”

The slow and dopey smile spreads slowly and the  nerd’s face and Katsuki can’t help but grin down at him, remembering the healers words of  how patients are content after sexual intimacy with a partner.

“I know.”

And without the anxiety that the blonde would think he would feel, he was actually excited to experience more with this stupid beautiful nerd.

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KATSUKI BOKUGOU DIDN’T get much sleep after.

He was able to doze off for a solid a few hours only to wake up a little past  5 o’clock in the morning, his crimson eyes adjusting to the dark room.

He turns his head sideways, sheets rustling under the small movement and sets his eyes on pale smooth skin.

Izuku is painfully beautiful in his sleep. 

This worry lines that usually are ingrained into his eyebrows when he gets to over-thinking is gone. Curly green hair sticking out every where on the top of his head and falling into his closed eyes. His freckles are a dark contrast to his complexion and Katsuki heart thuds as he takes in his they travel almost every along his body.

Some splattered along his nose and cheeks, decorating his shoulder and traveling down his chest and some splashed across his abdomen. 

Katsuki let’s out a small huff. 

Shit.

Izuku is definitely a sore eye to look at times.

Him completely at eases and relaxed in his sleep, no worry scratched into his facial expression is melted away and Katsuki was relieved.

It’s not like he doesn’t notice how Izuku can sometimes push himself too hard and overwork himself to the point of exhaustion. Or when he can tell that the green-eyes need wasn’t getting enough rest here and there.

No, he definitely doesn’t notice that.

He’s not some creep that always worries and stares okay?

He’s not!

Katsuki can’t lie and say that either way, he’s glad that he can see Izuku like this. Relaxed and  quiet, the world still moves around them. 

It’s. . . Refreshing to say the least. Something that he will reserve and save in the back of his mind for hard days that will come.

His mind wanders just as his eyes wander over Izuku’s figure, small blush blossoming accords his cheeks for a split second before he wills it away.

Izuku was… absolutely hot with all that had happened. Katsuki doesn’t think that no matter how hard he tries, the image of those pink lips gasping and moaning, how his body moved and arched for more… he will never forget something like that.

He thinks about how hard the nerd had come when he latched his teeth on him, how his grip was against his arm as he burst. 

A hint of possession wraps around Katsuki’s heart as he looks at the forming mild bruise on the nerds neck, how red and blotchy it is becoming as time passes. Izuku is gonna carry that for a few days before it is completely gone and Katsuki will know he put it there.

He felt smug with the fact and almost dizzy with how much he wanted that.

It was like a brand that he gave Izuku. Something that he can carry with him for a while to remind him who gave it to him.

He wonders if Izuku is a virgin. If he’s ever been with a guy in a genuine time of his life. If he prefers to be top or bottom.

Maybe he’s a switch.

And shit.

There goes his hard dock.

He hissed as he wraps his hand around it and squeezes, eyes closing because he’s realizing that he never got off earlier. And laying here thinking about it all and about what’s to come is riling him up like nothing ever before.

‘ Bathroom. Can’t do this right here in front of a sleeping  Deku.’

And slides out of the bed as quietly as he can manage and tip toes towards the ajar bathroom right across the bed and the right.

He makes his way inside and closes and locks the door with a silent click.

He can’t even get as comfortable as one of his hands makes its way under his  pajamas bottoms and underwear and wraps his bare hand around his hard member.

His head thumbed against the door with a broken off groan, swallowing thickly as he starts at a solid even pace.

He’s always ran hot since his quirk was activated at the age of five. It’s one of the reason why he find himself wearing gloves, finger-less and  regular ones. His hands tend to get sweaty, especially in use during training or in battle. 

He has several special made gloves that go with his Hero outfit and a few of his own to wear around. All of them are specifically for cooling and comfort. Especially in the palm of his hand where his explosions usually form. His finger and finger tips are never the problem.

So, with his gloves being long forgotten after jerking Izuku off and thrown to the side to be washed and cleaned later, the dampness from his hand actually made him even more dizzy with arousal.

He remembers the the way Izuku had gasped his name, lips parted and nose scrunched up as  he got him off. He thinks about  how small Izuku still is compared to him. How his narrow and small waist, thick and muscular thighs glisten from the sweat and dampness as he moves absentmindedly with the movement of Katsuki’s grip on him.

His hand picking as his eyes stays closed, he remembers the pure and blissed out look Deku had on his face as soon as Katsuki bit down against his neck, how hard he trembled and cursed and fuck that will forever be stuck in his fucking head until the day he dies.

With a pounding heart, he feels how his stomach clenches as his pleasure builds and builds to higher rate, the throbbing of his dick is a sign of how close he is.

He imagines Izuku on top him, thighs spread obscenely wide as he grinds back and down onto him m, fucking himself on him, the movies flowing from that pretty pink lips of his without a care of who can hear. He thinks about how Izuku would bend down until there foreheads were touching, panting and whining breathlessly as he gets closer and closer.

Then all Katsuki would have to do and grab his hip and soma him down once, twice, and three times and Izuku’s green eyes would roll in the back of his head. He would tense up back arching up,m just as he tightens up, ass clenching  before he lets out a wail loud enough for anyone to hear that was within a mile radius. Katsuki would  do it then- grip the back of his neck and  lean in and bite down.

Izuku would damn right scream his orgasm, his grip onto Katsuki almost uncomfortably tight and-

“Fuck!”

Katsuki mouth drops as he spurts come in his boxers.

One

Two

Three times before he slumps back against the door.

His mind is on overdrive before he is even down from his high.

There was so much Izuku will have to learn about and know by the time full-morning comes along and Aizawa comes bounding down along with a few nurses who will be explaining what is going on.

Katsuki is sure Izuku will be overwhelmed, just like he was when he found out what he was hit with.

And. . .

And despite it all, Katsuki cannot help how his perverted mind continues to imagine and wonder what positions and kinks Deku likes.

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        WAKING UP WITH KACCHAN pressed up against his side, bare chested and all, while he was butt naked was surprisingly not so embarrassing to start off his day.

The embarrassment was when Mr. Aizawa actually walked in why he was trying to swiftly put his boxers and some pants back on his body, face burning. 

He sputtered an apology when Aizawa simply just raised his brow at him, a coffee in his hand and a bag of what he is assuming food in the other.

Things moved kinda quickly after that. With Bokugou now up and still bare chested bc he either  just loved to flaunt how toned he was or really didn’t care to find his shirt and put it on.

Mr. Aizawa brought them breakfast. Some buttered up Texas toast with strawberry jam and  four bananas. Izuku ate his fill with relief, realizing that he hasn’t had anything to eat in over 12 hours. 

He was kind of starving.

Aizawa allowed them both to eat before he lets them know that there will be a healer/nurse coming in to speak to him directly about what hit him and how it works.

When Izuku asked why he couldn’t just give him a run down of everything, the teacher just blinked at him and says how that it’s a lot to take in, and that it would be a lot better if there were a professional here to explain how the symptoms work.

“Symptoms?”

He had mumbled, chewing quietly at the toast.

He hears Katsuki huff, and his head snaps up in his direction, realizing that It was the first time for Katsuki to speak since they both have woken up.

“You were poisoned with something… wicked and different, nerd. There are side effects that went along with it.”

Izuku blinks up at him at the response and takes it in as face value.

He thinks about how he became all hot and horny, almost crazy for some type of pleasure. He then remembers Katsuki’s hand wrapped around his member, how he hard he had come as soon as Katsuki latched his teeth on him.

Izuku covers his face as he coughs a little, red forming and filling out along his cheeks once again.

Side effects…

Oh.

Izuku opens his mouth to ask a question but a knock came at the door just before he could get it out.

And then came a long talk about  what was in his system, the side effects and the after effects of the poison and the best action.

Izuku stays silent through- out it all, only blushing once when speaking about penetration and such.

“Intimacy.” He mumbles out loud, his eyes glancing at Kacchan, who was looking at him with a thoughtful look on his face, red eyes briefly meeting green before they both turn aroun to face ahead.

“Midoriya, do you understand everything the healers have spoken about.”

Aizawa doesn’t have his hair downed but in a bun and his scarf Isn’t covering his face like he usually does while during working hours.

“Yes, I understand sensei.”

The teacher hums in response.

The healer speaks up once again.

“Before I leave you all, I would like to ask a question I should have asked yesterday afternoon.”

Everyone’s eyes meet the healer’s her lips pinched together as she purses them, eyes drifting over specifically toward both boys.

“Can you two possibly tell me- the creature you have encountered yesterday- how old was it?”

Izuku frowns. Eyes looking up towards the ceiling trying to remember if the human-like creature even had an age. He can’t really truly even put a number on it. But it definitely looked grown, a full-blown adult.

“Well,” Katsuki speaks up, which has Izuku turning towards him. “It was definitely a lot older than us. Maybe… late twenties. Earlier thirties.”

Izuku shakes his head in agreement.

The nurse shakes her head slowly, but it seems like the information wasn’t what she wanted to hear.

Izuku feels the panic rise from the pit of his stomach, mind already thinking about the worse possible situations. Maybe he is gonna die-

“As I said before, these incidents usually last around three days to two weeks. But in most cases, the creatures that former patients have come across of, were seemingly a lot younger. A lot of patients would describe them as teenagers.

“However, in a case like this, where the creature is older, the time period I had initially gave you may change…”

Everything was quiet for a few seconds.

“How much longer do you think this will last for Midoriya.”

It was Aizawa that asked the question.

“We only had two cases where the creature is a full adult. One patient who was injected eith this poison like substance, there symptoms lasted exactly 27 days. The other patient. . . There symptoms lasted up to two full months.”

Izuku can’t help how he sucks in air at the information, eyes wide as he stares at nothing, vision getting blurry as he takes it all in.

Up to two months. 

Two freaking months of getting horny and unable to being able to control it and time out of training and school work and while they’re so close to graduating.

He hears the muffled voices of someone speaking but pays no mind to it.

Not only is he pretty much a damn version, who has only experienced with his fingers a handful of times before, but he’s literally gonna turn into a sex not almost every four to six hours a day, not counting the time he is actually asleep.

There’s that and he is sharing all of this with Kacchan!

They just got to the point of being friends again, of being able to be around one another with serious tension. They were growing closer as time has gone by.

Now he’s stuck taking care of Izuku during this time and that made Izuku feels so much more worse than when he got injected with the poison.

That creeping dread is forming inside of him right now, eating him up, trying to make its way up his chest and press against his rib cage until he about burst with it.

He is always getting into something. Always making it more difficult for others and-

“-Hey. Deku.”

He feels the fingers at the nape of his neck. Warm and running hot as they make their way through the hair and behind his ear, moving gently with solid movement over the back of his head.

He meets the crimson red eyes and the a mouth of a frowning Katsuki.

“Are you here with me?”

Izuku blinks at him.

He opens his mouth to speak but all he can manage is a broken sound, voicing cracking as he wavers against that stare.

Katsuki doesn’t break his gaze away from his face, and his fingers continue to play with the hair along the back of his head and it’s like Izuku can can feel every brush and movement to f those fingers. Every press of those nails scraping gently through his hair and Izuku let’s put a broken sigh, eyes drifting shut so he can just feel , demanding for his mind to stop , to halt as Kacchan touches him with such care he’s only been offered a handful of times before.

“Look,” Katsuki speaks, voice dropped low as if this was a private conversation only for him. As if there weren’t three other adults in the room, staring at them both; “look, I know that this is a lot to take in. And I bet you’re thinking about all that you will possibly be missing out on-”

He opens his mouth to immediately deny but Kacchan shushes him with a small tug of his hair around his neck, mouth clicking shut at the tug, mouth going dry at the small insert of dominance.

“ But, I need you to know that I am going to be right here with you. And I know things might be awkward at first, as we both have to try to figure this all out but, you’re not alone. And I’m sure Sensei will also be helping and figure out a set schedule for school, studying and training. You’ll be okay so stop freaking out on me.”

Izuku swallowed loudly , shaking his head as he fixes his eyes back on Kacchan’s face.

He doesn’t know what he’s looking for when he stares into those red red eyes, but he thinks he doesn’t mind the answer and shakes his head up and down.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, okay.”

He glanced up at the adults, who are in fact staring at them. Aizawa doesn’t show that he’s surprised by the display he is viewing right now and neither do the healers. Except for the quirk of an eyebrow at the one that has been speaking and breaking everything down for him.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… a lot.”

The head healer shakes her head before she glances back at the folder in her hand.

“I do understand that it is a lot of information that I have just given you but please understand that it is mandatory to speak out all of this in one go so that there is no confusion in the near future.”

“Yeah, I think he understands.”

It was Kacchan again that speaks up, voice loud to Izuku as their still close proximity, those rough and warm fingers still touching him, holding the back of his neck in somewhat of a cradle.

It made the butterflies skitter across his stomach and chest and the well known warmth throb against his lower stomach.

The healer nods and writes something down in her folder, lips pursed in concentration. She clicks her pin closed and looks up again, making eye contact with both heroes in training and the guardian in the room.

“Right well, that is all that was needed to be said on the moment. Me and my colleagues will leave you all be. Just no that we will check up again early on in evening. You guys have a good day.”

Aizawa walks them to the door and quietly wishes them a save trip back. Once he closes the door, a loud sigh comes from him.

“You two are always finding to be in some trouble. Every year you guys make my hair go a little greyer.”

Katsuki huffs.

“Teach, shaddup! It’s not like either of us we’re expecting this.”

“Y-yeah.”

Aizawa turns his head to face both of his students and crosses his arms.

Izuku can’t help the small blush when he realizes that Kacchan still hasn’t backed away, if anything he became closer to him, thighs now brushing against his own. 

He was in fact, still bare-chested and seemed to display no shame.

“Things will be out into motion in three or four days, as of right now, I think it’s best for you guys to get situated and familiar with this little area as much as possible. You two will mostly be by yourselves for this week at least. Things should be a normal as can be next week.”

Aizawa starts to move towards the door, hands now clasped behind his back as he does so. He gives both the boys a quick look-over.

“I would assume that you two would like to… talk about some things and I will leave you to it. I will try to make it back before… to give you two more official information about what will transpire. I am needing to speak with a few teachers and possible the principal about this situation.”

Katsuki grunts in affirmation as Aizawa grabs the door handle and opens the door, while Ozuku jist blushes harder, ducking his head even more when he realizes that sensei has to speak about this to other people.

He watches Aizawa leave the room and closes the door with a click.

It’s quiet for a moment, both boys soaking in the information that has just learned. Izuku breathes out quietly and focuses on how close Katsuki is once again, how there thighs are brushing. How one of his hand rest right behind him while the other still grips his neck. How it literally makes Izuku shiver at the notion of it all, to have Katsuki so close when there is no battle.

 To just be touched by him in such an intimate way, it really makes the butterflies flap their wings against his heart and rib cage.

“So,” katsuki’s rough, gruff voice is loud in the quietness of the room. “Let’s talk about sex. As you a virgin?”

Izuku sputters, his face going completely red at the question.

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“DID YOU LIKE WHAT we did last night? Do you remember?”

Bakugou questions Izuku, who is still blushing at the bluntness of his first question, which he still has not answered yet.

Izuku isn’t even looking in his directions at the moment. Thigh still pressed up against his own, he can feel Izuku squirming around and see the faint blush as his floppy hair hides his eyes.

It’s funny in a way. How just last night, Izuku had no shame in what happened, how he pushed back and up against Katsuki’s touches. How open he had been in that moment.

It was a nice thing to see really and Katsuki was actually excited to see it again and again.

Izuku didn’t need to know that.  Not yet at least.

it’s quiet for another moment of Izuku squirming but not speaking and frankly, Katsuki was an impatient person.

“Hey, nerd. Start speaking already!”

Deku squeals, finally looking at Katsuki in the eye.

“It’s embarrassing, Kacchan!” He whines before covering his face with his hands. He speaks again in a muffled voice.

“Ans since you wanna know so badly, I’m a virgin. A-and yes I. . . I do remember most of last night. I-I liked it.”

Bakugo allows the words to seek in as he shakes his head slowly, a small grin of sort forming on his lips.

“Nice to hear. We can definitely work around this for a start.”

Izuku drops his hands away from his face. And let’s put a sigh, eyes lifting up to look back at Bakugo.

“Are you a virgin, Kacchan?”

Bakugo just Judas before answering.

“Nah. Lost it a few months ago on my birthday when Red-hair snuck me into a bar. I was honestly kinda drunk and it was a quick with some random quirkless dude.”

There was something that flashes accords Deku’s facial expression before it’s gone completely.

“Oh.”

It’s silent again and Bakugo can feel the weird tension in the air. But, he pushes forward with the few more questions he would like to ask.

“I always figured you’d like soft and gentle stuff with your future partners but last night gave me a different perspective. Have you ever thought about what you think you’ll enjoy during sex?”

Izuku leans back  a little and Katsuki realizes once again at his close they were at that moment, with Deku being pressed against his side and thighs rubbing together.

Deku seems to take this question better than the first two, with only a small visible blush across his cheeks and nose.

“I think I would enjoy gentle and “vanilla” sex every now and then but.. I don’t mind… trying things that verge more on the kinky side.”

Bakugou doesn’t even quirk his eyebrows at this, already foguring that this was the case after the shattering orgasm Deku had the night before.

“Do you mind telling me a few things about the kinky stuff? We don’t have to talk about every fantasy or interest you have at all. Just the quick beginning run-down to start off so… we can work with that on forward.”

Katsuki was a little surprised with himself, with how patient he is being at the very moment with Izuku. 

Whether if it’s because he genuinely wants Izuku to enjoy this time, this situation with him or simply because he wants things to move forward from the awkward stage, he doesn’t know.

But he likes the way Izuku let’s put a breath before relaxing his shoulders.

“Well,” he starts, head tilted as he gathers the information in his head: “what you did last night… with the biting and encouraging words really got to me.”

There was that blush, almost permanently along his freckled cheeks and for the second time within 24 hours, Bakugou wonders if his entire body is decorated with freckles. He’s excited to find out.

“So you like a little pain with praise. Got it. Anything else?”

Izuku seems a little more comfortable with the conversations if still not shy, as he hums in wonder.

“Watching porn here and there, I think I liked it a lot when the person on top was… like, in charge in a way?”

He says it like it was a question, but continues.

“Kinda like where someone is being the dominant more stern one and the other is more open and submissive. I-I always found that concept to be interesting and um, hot.”

The end was mumbled but Bakugou heard it loud and clear.

“And who do you picture being the dominant?”

His voice is rough as he asked this, not even realizing how that concept also turns him on, very much so.

He meets green eyes as Izuku blinks at him, a tiny smile on the other boy’s face before he says:

“You Kacchan. You-you being the on to guide and control me is- um- it’s something I think I would enjoy a lot.”

The answer comes out breathless and Bakugou realizes the way those green-eyes almost darken more as he speaks. How they look up at Bakugou as if he were some type of prize all for him.

“Hmmph.” 

He grunts nonchalantly, willing his hardening dock to calm the fuck down as he gather his thought to think rationally.

“Okay. I can definitely work with that. So, you like being a submissive little thing whose is kind of also a masochist that gets off to praise. 

That’s honestly not that much shocking now that we’re speaking about it.”

Izuku squeaks , flapping his arms up and down before smacking his chest, his almost completely red.

“Sh-shuddup! I can’t help what I’m in to!”

Bakugou let’s put a laugh at that , throwing his head back at the sheer shock of it all.

This is really happening. Of course this entire situation would hit them just when things were starting to look up with their friendship. He can”t help but thinks about if this will end it, when it’s all said and done.

If Izuku and him go there separate ways, Bakugou can say whole-heartedly that things can’t just stay the same between them. That he can’t look at the green-eyes boy with simple friendship on his mind and continue to bury his stupid fucking feelings down down down  until there was nothing left.

Not after last night. 

Not after what’s to come.

He finds himself pulling Izuku close to him though, hugging him to his chest.

“I know this will  a little awkward and wierd to get used to but with even that, I promis to take good care of you, okay? I… I really want this to be okay for you, for us.”

Izuku hugs him right back, burying his head into Katsuki’s bare chest and just breathes in, shuddering a little when he lets out a breath.

It makes Bakugou’s heart clench.

“I know Kacchan. I believe and trust you.”

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        It was surprisingly relaxing for the next couple of hours.

Izuku and Bakugou gotten pretty familiar with their surroundings fairly quickly, both walking through the hallway and find the lounging area.

Katsuki made a bee-line straight to the small kitchen area they had set up behind the lounging area, checking cabinets and such to see if their were silverware and utensils for them to use while they were stuck here.

He was relieved to know that the entire erea was fairly stocked up, including the freezer and fridge.

“Just making sure we’re not gonna be stuck here with no food or drinks for the next couple of days.”

He had explained to Izuku, who was standing to the side almost awkwardly as he watched silently. The green haired boy makes an “ah” noise in confirmation before dragging his feet back  around the area, looking at every corner and open room, his curious eyes keeping him occupied of what they both know is coming soon.

Katsuki watches him with amusement for a moment. He’s always known for Deku to be a curious energetic human being. Ever since they were young, Izuku zoned in and payed attention to the smallest of things and locked it inside that big brain of his. It was something that little Katsuki always found to be interesting and annoying all at once. The muttering that came along the way was something he picked up with analyzing and paying attention to the heroes, like All Might. It was something that used to piss him off for some reason too. He hated seeing how calculative the little nerd could be.

Katsuki feels the harsh wave a guilt crash against his rib cage once again for the 100,000th time. Knocking that helping hand out of his face was always something he looked back on and regrets. He swallows thickly, moving his eyes away from the figure moving swiftly around the room again. He demands the feeling away, and breaths slowly and quietly to not alarm the nerd.

He may have awkwardly apologized to Deku for his mistreatment towards him awhile back, but the dreadful memory will stay with him until he dies. Deku was quick to forgive him and his past actions though. It was the main reason why he feels so guilty because of course a nerd like Deku would forgive someone for treating them like crap on and off for the past decade.

‘I can see the change, Kacchan’ the green haired boy had softly said, peering into his eyes with so much tenderness that I made Bakugou’s stomach hurt. ‘I really do appreciate your apology more than you can ever imagine but… your actions have spoken  to me and that’s all I needed to know.’

Now, here he is, taking care of Deku in a way he would have only dreamed of and in many ways he used to only imagine. He’ll be in charge to makes this boy feel as good as he possibly can and if he is being honest with himself, he’s happy about it.

When Deku comes to a stop on his own exploration he drags his feet towards the lounging area and plops down on it, Bakugou right in tow.

“Let’s watch some t.v.” The nerd exclaims happily, while he turns on the t.v. and begins to search to see what’s on. 

They end up on Netflix,  watching some zombie movie called ‘# Alive’ . Izuku states that he’s been wanting to watch this for awhile now but never found time too. Bakugou has already watched it before, or at least started it but never finished the movie. he doesn’t say this as he can feel the excitement vibrating from the smaller boy.

This is one thing Bakugo used to hate: the sheer joy and excitement that would take a hold on the Nerd. He quickly found himself  being relieved and happy to see it as often as he can.

And  don’t any of you dare fucking tell Deku this or he’ll hunt you down.

They find themselves watching Crimminal Minds next, Izuku gushing about how the first season pulled him in. Bakugou never watched a lot of t.v. growing up, let alone finding himself sitting down to watch a full episode.  Deku says he doesn’t mind starting over.

It makes Bakugou secretly feels warm.

The two get comfortable on the couch, Izuku snuggling in closer and subconsciously against Bakugou’s side, and Bakugou pays attention to the telltale signs of the poison taking effect on his body.

Hours goes by and Bakugou notices how Izuku shuffles in closer and pressed his forehead against his shoulder. He pays attention to how the smaller boy would shift, how he would squirm as if he were trying to get comfortable.

Hecan tell that Izuku was once again becoming effected. It made his heart thump loudly just as it made his mind race and reel in anticipation.

Deku was a virgin. He wanted this to feel good for the boy.

He wanted to prove that he can be good for Izuku.

So, thirty minutes into the third episode of season one, Bakugo can tell that he was no longer paying any attention to the show.

He feels the huffs and puffs of the nerd’s heavy breathing  against his collarbone. Izuku almost presses up even closer to Bakugo if that were possible, legs entirely entangled with Bakugou’s own just as a hand comes up to grip at the material of his shirt.

“Kacchan-“

The boy starts, voice hoarse and broken as if it were hard to speak and Bakugou finds himself in action just as quickly.

He lifts the boy up into his arms, carrying him bridal style and away from the television, as it still plays in the back ground 

“I know. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”

Izuku doesn’t answer, but pressed his face against  Katsuki’s neck and breathes in deeply, whining out quietly at the scent.

Bakugou urges his stupid blush to go away.

This isn’t about him. This is about getting Deku comfortable so when the poison hits him full on, and all the boy can think about is sex, he can make him feel cared for.

He finds their assorted room and places the smaller boy on the bed , leaning back to get the lube and condoms that were placed on the nightstand during the doctors and nurses visit earlier.

izuku squirms and shuffles on the bed, as if to find a more comfortable spot or position.

“Take off your shirt and the shorts for now.”

Bakugou says. Deku easily complies and takes off both garments in a hurry, huffing when the pants are off and thrown on the floor beside his shirt.

Bakugou takes it as his cue to take everything in. The creamy skin that has spots of red spreading across his chest and neck and cheeks, likely due to the arousal he is filling. His takes in the tent in his boxers and finds himself humming softly.

Izuku makes a whining noise and Katsuki meets the boy’s eyes. They’ve grown considerably darker with lust.

“Kacchan-”

Izuku starts again and Bakugou finds himself kicking into action. He makes three long strides towards the bed and crawls up and hovers over the boy, both hands on the side of his face and looks down at the heavy breathing boy he’s grown admittingly to care about more than himself.

“Izuku, pay attention and listen to me, okay?”

Katsuki talks calmly and gently, something he picked up in therapy while he deals with his anger and ptsd.

Izuku looks dazed, and almost gone but Katsuki can tell that he’s focused and listening to him as his  head tilts upward towards him and his eyes stay in his.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good in about a minute. We’re gonna have sex, but nothing too crazy because I really don’t want to go too far and this end up not being in pleasurable in the end for you. Is that okay with you?”

Izuku inhales deeps and exhales loudly, blinking a few times before answering.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine with you fucking me Kacchan.”

Katsuki inhales sharply and curses, the sharp arousal he’s been holding off on fills his chest and stomach up and his dick is aching and straining in his underwear.

“Damn brat. Does the poison get ya talkin’ all bold, now?”

Izuku eyes considerably darken and he looks at Katsuki with something that can only be deemed a predator stalking its prey, ready to strike as soon as it can. He licks his lips, wetting them and Katsuki drops his eyes down at the action.

“Maybe.”

Is all he mutters.

‘Damn it all to hell, if it exist’ 

Is all Katsuki can think before he finds himself leaning down and pressing his lips against Izuku’s

There is a pleasant humming in his soul that happens when Izuku opens up his mouth for him and makes that fucking needy sound against his mouth, and Katsuki knew he was a goner.

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        Bakugou was a very good kisser.

As soon as Izuku felt the taller boy’s lips on his, an embarrassing noise slipped and he felt like he was melting into a puddle, mind hazy and focused all at once as Bakugou’s every touch lit something bright along his skin.

He feels the the wet tongue slip onto his open mouth and touch against his and it makes him shiver. A warm hand  make its way across his back while the other grips at his thigh, tugging him closer to where Izuku’s dick presses up against Bakugo’s covered up member.

Izuku pulls back with a gasp from the heated kiss.

He squirms but grips at the material of Bakugou’s sweats as he tugs at them. “Off. Get this off.”

He says breathlessly, leaning in just to feel Kacchan’s lips brush against his, almost teasingly as he lifts his hips and spreads his thighs even more.

Bakugou moves into action quickly, letting go of Izuku for a moment to take off his shirt and tug down his sweats, taking his boxers with him.

Izuku watches intently as Bakugou’s dick sm comes into full view.

“Oh..”

He mumbles, eyes wide and his own dick twitching as he takes in the size of Oaffhan with greedy eyes.

Izuku was thick and average , and proud of it. But Kacchan was not only thick, but long and it definitely made Izuku want to touch him just to get a feel of it. He easily stood at 6 inches semi hard and seemed to be a grower on top of that and it already had Izuku mentally drooling.

Yes, please. He wants that in some so bad-

Kacchan laughs, voice low and dark and it made  Izuku’s breath falter as he looks back up  into those darkened red eyes. A slow and predator grin has formed over Kacchan’s mouth. Eyes move slowly as he takes in Izuku for all that he was before moving to tug off Izuku’s boxers.

Izuku enthusiastically lifts up his hips as soon as his boxers are off, his hard dick now against his stomach and leaking , pre-cum dripping down. It makes Izuku keen as the cool air hits his member, his body twitching.

“What a greedy little thing you are,  De-ku.”

Bakugou says against Izuku cheek as his hands grip at both his thighs again, once again tugging the him closer and finally their members touch one another and Izuku swears he sees a flash of light for a solid second at the feeling.

“Ah-!”

Izuku cries out as Katsuki automatically creates a slowly grind up against him, his hands automatically going up to clench at broad shoulders.

His mouth hands open from the zing of pleasure that travels from his chest, his groin, his dick and even his toes. He never had this type of experience before. Never thought that it would happen with the one person he’s been crushing on for so many years-

“Fuck, you feel so good Izu.”

Izu shudders and breaths out heavily, his body going all warm and pliant as Kacchan’s voices travels over him, that nickname falling so easily from his lips and makes Izuku preen.

Kacchan usually just calls him Deku, but there are occasions where the blonde boy calls him Izu and it makes the smaller boy blush almsot everytime.

He can hear the endearment and see in Kacchan’s voice as Izuku lifts up his hips a little for more friction makes a strangled noise at the firm press of Bakugo’s dick against his, legs twitching inward and tighter against the Bakugou’s waist. 

“Shit.”

Bakugou says as he grabs the side of  Izuku’s neck and tugs him into a sloppy kiss, thump brushing against Izuku’s jawline gently.

The movement becomes even more frantic and Izuku can feel himself slip even further into the Trance of the poison, only focusing on the pleasure he was recieving and a Kacchan-

There is movement and Izuku is being jostled around for a moment before he feels his legs being raised and pressed up againagainst his own chest. 

At first he was confused until he feels thick, cool fingers rubbing against his rim.

“Ah-!”

He lets out, trying to blink away the dazed cloud because he wants to remember every single part of this. He wants to feel all that Kacchan is making him feel and wants to think back on it as much as his heart can without putting himself through mental pain.

Kacchan hums appreciating your, his index and middle finger rubbing firmly and suggestly against him.

“You’re so  pretty down here. Even your ass has splotches of freckles across it.”

Izuku boushes wildly, decade burning and chest warming at the pure dirty words Kacchan says but jolts out and gasp as the first finger breaches him.

It makes Izuku tense up for a solid second before he sighs and droops even further into the sheets ans the softness of the bed, he focuses on the feel of Kacchan’s other hand holding one of his legs up against his chest. He then focuses on to gentle movement inside him from Kacchan’s finger, how it twist and moves back and forth.

He breathes in  sharply and exhales shakily at the feeling. It’s not as foreign to him. Not really. He’s done this to himself plenty of times over the last few years. Has learned how to pleasure himself other than jacking off and his gotten off plenty of times before because of it,

Kacchan being the one to be in this position was what was foreign to him. He really would have never thought Katsuki Bakugou would willingly be in this position.

But it’s feels nice.

Good really.

Oh, so fucking good.

There is quickly a second finger jointing the first and Izuku finds himself grinding down a little on the fingers, eyes closed as he focuses on the sensation that are washing over him. How Kacchan’s hands are truly a lot more longer and  thicker than his. How, jist at the right angle, the taller boy was able to-

“Oh fuck !”

Izuku shouts into the open air, back arching up as his toes curl. His spot was now being rubbed on against the insistent fingers.

Katsuki chuckles darkly but doesn’t stop his movement.

“Found it.”

He huff teasingly, and continues to run against the little spot so tenderly yet, firmly and Izuku swear he was melting.

Melting against the trance of lust and passion. Against the sheets and covers. Against Katsuki and his magical fingers. He was floating almost, mind simply directed against what he was feeling and who was giving him this pleasure.

“Kacchan.. please-...”

He slurs and jerks again at the feeling of the third finger entering him. He feels each finger inside of him. Twisting and turning around and he hears the dirty sweat sounds coming from him and it makes him hot even more than he was.

It was so good.

So so good.

“Fucking hell, Deku. You’re opening up for me beautifully. You’re so wet.”

And he was.

He feels the pre-cum dripping against his stomach and and how he sick is so slick from it and huffs out a small laughter, embarrassment drifting through his mind for a second only but a filthy moan slips out as Kacchan pressed hard against that bundle of pleasure.

“Hurry. Hurry!”

He hears himself say through the daze , his hips grinding down harshly now against those thick fingers and hears Bakugou curse up a storm.

Then the fingers were gone and Izuku felt empty. 

He shudders and blinks in a daze, a tiny pout forming on his lips. Why was he so empty now? 

And even as this thought crosses his mind, he feels the dip in the bed as Bakugou’s crawl even closer in between his legs and spread his thighs once again.

“There you are, baby.”

Kacchan’s voice was soft and gravely. Izuku focuses on those darkened red eyes as the head of Kacchan’s dick presses in swiftly and smoothly.

His eyes roll back at the blunt pressure and he freezes as Bakugou slowly eases further into him, taking short time brakes as if to control himself, until he was fully seated in and his hips met Izuku’s open thighs.

Bakugou groans, eyes fluttering shut as he leans down further, one hand back against the side of his neck. He forehead pressed against Izuku’s. His grip against Izuku thigh clenches and unclenches rhythmically and it makes Izuku hum pleasingly.

“Shit. Shit , Izu. You’re so tight-.”

Bakugou eases out slowly and sinks in again.

He does this for a moment as both young man try to gather their own bearings, trying to grasp onto reality as the pleasure and lust heightens for both of them.

There is that squelching sound from the in and out slide of Kacchan’s dick and it’s driving Izuku mentally mad as he arches upward with every thrust in.

Katsuki feels good.

Katsuki feels so damn good inside him.

That tingling feeling from the poison is up to it’s fullest intent, but other than being completely dazed out of his mind as he would’ve expected to be, he is more focused than ever right now.

Izuku whines as a thrust in is sharp and hard and he finds himself wrapping his arms around Kacchan’s middle, eye scrunching up even more.

The pace picks up because of course it does. Kacchan is like focused animal claiming its first meal of the day as those hips smack against his thighs, how his balls hit against Izuku’s ass with every slide in.

“Yes, Kacchan! Yes yes yes yes!!”

He wails as those fast thrusts hit his prostate head on each time. He feel s the head of a Kacchan’s dick press against that bundle of pleasure inside him and he is soma pay blinded by it to not focus on how his voice grows louder, how his whines turns louder and his moans grow deeper and more throaty.

Izuku is so gone. 

“You’re tightening up, baby.”

Bakugou huffs breathlessly 

Izuku shakes his head in acknowledgement. 

He feels the telltale signs of his orgasm about to hit.

And so abruptly, he remembers suddenly that Bakugou forgot to put on a condom. He is sure of this as he can feel almost every vein from the taller boys dick. How he tightens and can feel the skin on Kacchan’s member.

Kacchan is fucking him raw.

his nails scrape down Bakugou’s back and he wraps his legs around him. He huffs loudly and gasp loudly even as he presses wet kisses against Kacchan’s neck, licking and teething at it like he’s starved from it.

“Inside,” he hears himself say against a Kacchan’s skin. “Inside me.”

Kacchan’s hip stutter for a solid second and he inhales deeply.

“Izu-“

Izuku shakes his head, almost stubborn and needy as he turns Katsuki’s head towards his own.

“ No. Cum inside me. I need it.”

He whines just as he pulls the blonde into a sloppy-mostly tongue-kiss and lifts up his own hips and meet Him thrust to thrust.

He wants to be bred by him. Wants to feel it inside-

“Fuck!”

Katsuki shouts loudly, his eyes squeezing shut.

And swiftly, Katsuki pulls Izuku even closer, gathering him in his arms. Grip on the back of his neck and thigh growing almost painfully tight and then-

Izuku cums first, untouched.

He convulses on Kacchan’s dick, mind going completely blank as he spurts his cum. His hole tightens up and flutters all at once  and Kacchan is gone.

Warm.

That’s all that Izuku can think of as he cums silently but strongly, feeling every spurt hit his inside as Katsuki buries in deep and holds him.

Things are tense for a moment as the trembles calm down and Katsuki grip loosens slightly.

They both find themselves sucking in air  from each other’s skin, lips skittering and mouthing and touching as they both come down from that intense feeling of coming together.

“Shit. Baby, that’s…”

Kacchan begins but just huffs out a laugh, thumping his own sweaty forehead against Izukus.

IZuku feels warmth in his heart  as he realizes the pet name and soaks it in willingly and openly.

He snuggles against sweaty skin even as Kacchan moves a little away to ease out of him.

“Good.”

Izuku mumbles quietly out Loud.

Kacchan doesn’t move away, even as the reality of how dirty and wet they both are hits. 

They’re stained with Izuku’s cum over both stomach and chest and the seemingly cool air makes it sticky and dry as they lay there quietly now, holding onto one another as if they were scared of what was to come next.

Izuku still feels the signs of the poison pumping through his veins, but it’s slowly dying down into sleep inside of him.

“Yeah,” Bakugou says quietly up at the ceiling. “Extremely good.”

exhausted, Izuku allows himself to close his eyes. 

he can deal with the aftermath of such a changing point when he wakes up in a few.