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5:50 p.m.
Katsuki is being so chill about the second date.
It’s actually so chill of him to only have arrived thirty minutes early just for him to stay in his car and haunt the parking lot outside of Izuku’s office. He was not about to risk being late, especially after freaking himself out by conjuring every scenario possible that could impact his arrival time: a ten car pile-up, ducks and bunnies crossing every road he turned onto, Godzilla. That dude is due to be back any day now.
Reduced to the nature of an NPC, Katsuki simply moved from room to room in his apartment waiting out the clock until it was late enough for him to start getting ready. His skin? Scrubbed. His body? Oiled. And now he’s left with all of this energy buzzing under his skin because he skipped the gym and pushed running his errands for another day. The chance of his local grocery store getting held up and negotiations lasting well into the evening with him trapped him inside therefore missing the date was far too high.
5:51 p.m.
“Oh my god,” Katsuki groans at the clock, throwing his head back against the headrest.
Izuku and him have been messaging to prepare Katsuki for their date, which he has been totally digging. What he hasn’t been digging, is knowing that there is some guy at Izuku’s workplace causing him concern.
Air_Force_Deku
He just won’t take no for an answer and I’m getting worried he’s going to try something. He’s the son of one of the partners so he thinks he can get away with anything and he probably could so I need to show off my big strong boyfriend and scare him off.
Every time Katsuki thinks about that message, his face glitches, twitching back and forth between a smile and a frown. Of course Izuku's suffering equals bad, terrible, the worst thing in the world to ever take place. But Izuku calling Katsuki his big strong boyfriend? Euphoric.
Their messages didn’t veer off the path of professional or date related even though Katsuki was tempted several times. There was a moment he had to put his phone in time out just to avoid sending Izuku something crazy like a good morning message or even crazier and absolutely unhinged like, I think I’m falling in lo—
Scaring people away has always been one of Katsuki’s top three skills. But this time he is determined to only scare off this—this pervert. Not the one he sees in the mirror, but the one Izuku was brave enough to lean on Katsuki to take care of. He’s got this in the bag.
And maybe he’ll get Izuku in the bag too by the end of the night. Because fuck, he can’t help but think about the chance of another round with Izuku. While not the highest ranked whore in his friend group, Katsuki’s been around, but nothing comes close to the night he had with Izuku.
It was the most intense sex he’s ever had and Izuku’s is exactly Katsuki’s type: cute and sexy, nerdy, thick as fuck (he’s had several moments of falling to his knees just from the memory of Izuku’s ass jiggling), hands down the hottest twink he’s ever fucked and he hasn’t even fucked him yet. If Katsuki’s this messed up over a little thigh action and some hand holding, what the fuck is Izuku’s ass gonna put him through?
And that’s not even the whole picture because Katsuki had fun with Izuku. He enjoyed talking with him, getting to know him, and making him smile. When he thinks about Izuku, it’s about how adorable he is just as much as it is about how Katsuki wants to get into those guts.
Anyway.
He’s not obsessing or anything weird or creepy like the actual weird and creepy guy messing with Izuku. It’s not like Katsuki’s gonna do anything.
Unless Izuku wants him to do something and then he’s absolutely gonna do anything he wants because Katsuki can’t imagine a universe in which he ever says no to him.
Anyway.
Katsuki is being so chill about the second date.
5:52 p.m.
“For fucks sake.” Katsuki swings the car door open and steps out, straightening his suit coat as he makes his way to the front door. The early whore gets the dick or whatever the saying is.
He sends a note to Izuku on the NecRomance messaging system when he gets into the lobby and it’s only a few moments until he hears the sound of quick steps coming from the stairs.
“Kacchan!”
Katsuki turns around to see the face that he’s been missing all these weeks. Oh, how Katsuki could wax poetic about Izuku’s preciously pink cheeks, his bouncy curls, how perfectly fitted his slacks are, how much he wants to feel just how soft Izuku’s sweater is and his even softer skin underneath.
“Bab—” Katsuki trips over his tongue. A list of endearments fight their way to escape his lips but the most appropriate prevails: “Izuku,” he corrects himself, “you look amazing.”
Izuku ducks his head, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his cute nose, unsuccessful in hiding his smile because he’s sweet and shy just as much as he is a vixen brought on this Earth to fuck with Katsuki’s well-being.
“You’re so sweet,” he says softly, sending a wave of satisfied chills through Katsuki’s spine. He grabs Katsuki’s hand, stepping back to look him over. “And you look really good. I’m going to have the most handsome date there.”
It’s that comment, along with all the moments they’ve shared and all of the messages they’ve sent to each other that makes him wonder if Izuku gets that fluttery feeling in his chest when he looks at him too, when they talk to each other.
Or maybe that’s just Katsuki.
“What have you been up to?” Izuku asks, pulling him towards the stairs. By the hand, which isn’t new for them, but no less exciting.
Flashbacks of refreshing the request system every sixty seconds and collapsing in despair like a maiden with a bout of hayfever around the office flood his mind. While Katsuki may be tough as nails on the outside, he can’t help but agree with Denki when he said that on the inside, Katsuki is just a sensitive little guy.
Katsuki tipped Denki out of his office chair for that comment so he could save face, but it’s true.
He’s just a little guy.
“Ah, you know,” Katsuki says, not providing an actual answer. Izuku looks over his shoulder at him with a look that says, no he does not know, but Katsuki slides past it and goes for a distraction instead. “What about you? Been missing me?”
Izuku giggles, Katsuki only catching a glimpse of his smile before he faces forward again. “Of course. I’ve been so grateful that I’m in charge of putting these parties together just so I could distract myself.”
Oh. Oof. The parallel paired with that sarcasm does not escape Katsuki. Haha. Ouch.
Katsuki’s cough echoes in the stairwell. “I thought you were a paralegal?” he chokes out.
Get it together, man.
“I am,” Izuku huffs a laugh. “But I was in charge of parties when I was an intern and I was so good at it, that it carried over when they gave me a permanent position. Lucky me.”
Katsuki hums, flooding it with his teasing charm because he is a professional and good at this goddammit. “Just so you know, I am expecting the night of a lifetime at this law firm office party.”
“Oh, it’s going to be wild.” They reach the top of the stairs and Izuku turns to face him, rolling his eyes, a playful smirk on his lips. He smoothes out wrinkles that aren’t there on the lapels of Katsuki’s suit jacket. “Almost everyone is pushing sixty, there’s a fondue fountain made of chocolate, and by threat of the first and second years, enough alcohol to kill at least four people.”
Katsuki returns the favor, pretending to remove lint from Izuku’s sweater, which is just as soft as it looks, and leaves his hands on his shoulders. “Old people lose it over fondue fountains. You really are good at this.”
Izuku’s fingers continue to fiddle with Katsuki’s jacket and after a moment, Katsuki’s smile fades, the air between them souring with apprehension. He clutches Izuku’s hands in his own and gives them a squeeze.
“I told my friends I was bringing my boyfriend,” Izuku says quietly, biting his lip. “They hated my ex so they got really excited when I told them about you. They might be a bit… feral.”
“I can handle that,” Katsuki tells him. He pulls Izuku a bit closer, close enough that the strawberry scent of his curls comes through. It’s quiet again as Izuku gets his thoughts together, his facial expressions going through a journey of nervousness to apprehension before he steels himself and lets out a short breath.
“And he knows,” Izuku whispers.
A bubble of fury settles deep in Katsuki’s gut. He already knew that this guy has been a concern to Izuku, but seeing him say it in person, with his eyes not meeting Katsuki’s and his fingers nervously tangled together, it breaks Katsuki’s heart. It’s a conclusion that Katsuki came to the last time they were together, that Izuku is meant to always be smiling. There should be no weight on his shoulders or strife looming over him. He’s too—too good, that how dare someone try to dull his spark of life.
Katsuki places a finger under Izuku’s chin and tilts his head up, making his gaze and touch as gentle as he can in the swirl of tension dampening Izuku’s glow. “I can handle that too.”
Izuku’s eyelashes flutter, his shoulders relaxing. A different kind of tension manifests as Izuku sways forward, just slightly moving into Katsuki’s space before suddenly pulling away.
Izuku clears his throat, blinking quickly. “Um, shall we?” he asks, extending his hand out for Katsuki to hold again.
He feels light headed for a split second, but grabs Izuku’s hand, following him as he leads them through a door and into what exactly what he expected a party full of lawyers to look like.
Under low light and a playlist of smooth jazz, a swarm of boomers surround a chocolate fountain, laughing brashly, while everyone else, the younger and overworked, are scattered across the room, drinking several fingers of scotch in one glass and throwing back flutes of champagne and grabbing another before they’re done swallowing.
Looking at all of their dark circles and desperate attempts to get as drunk as possible as quickly as possible, Katsuki is glad he didn’t fold under the pressure of his mother to go to law school. He’s so much more well adjusted with his finance degree and self loathing he self-helps through casual sex and isolation.
“He hasn’t arrived yet so I’ll let you know when he comes in,” Izuku shakes him out of his train of thought, leaning into Katsuki’s side to whisper close to his ear.
“Until then,” Katsuki says as he wraps his arm around Izuku's waist, “let's have a good time.”
They grab their own glasses of champagne before finding an empty corner of the room away from everyone else.
Which becomes immediately unsuccessful when Izuku’s friends spot them trying to get away.
“Izuku!” A woman with even chubbier cheeks than Izuku shouts from across the room and Izuku cringes as several people turn their heads in their direction. She comes running up to them, pulling along another woman with her. “Is this…?” She gestures at Katsuki, excitedly bouncing up and down.
Izuku leans into Katsuki’s side and smiles. “This is my boyfriend Bakugou Katsuki.” He points to the woman with the cheeks, “this is Uraraka Ochaco,” then to the woman next to her, “and this is Asui Tsuyu.”
“Ribbit,” she says. Katsuki nods.
Sure.
“It’s nice to meet you. Izuku has said nothing but good—”
“You left a giant hickey on his neck,” Ochaco interrupts.
Katsuki’s eyes go wide, his sentence sputtering out around a choked laugh. Damn.
“Ochaco!” Izuku hisses.
She grins, playfully nudging Izuku's shoulder. “What? Like it’s a secret or something? You were wearing a bandage for like two weeks.” She looks back at Katsuki, a devilish look sparking in her eyes. “He told us everything.”
Katsuki’s head snaps towards Izuku who mouths, not everything, while shaking his head in small movements.
“Ohhhh!” Ochaco says far too loudly, and it’s then that Katsuki notices the flush on her cheeks. She’s definitely been hitting the open bar. “So we didn’t get the whole story.” Her eyes widen. “Hah! Hole!”
Izuku groans and squeezes his eyes shut. “I knew you were going to be like this.”
Tsuyu cuts in before Ochaco can open her mouth again. “We have been looking forward to meeting you, Bakugou. Izuku has told us a very appropriate amount of information about you,” she says.
“Yeah?” Katsuki asks, his cheeks tingling as he tries to fight back his smile. He glances down at Izuku hiding in his shoulder and then stares at Ochaco straight in the eyes. “What’d he say about me?”
She spills immediately. “He told us about how you were his hero at his high school reunion. It has us swooning, oh my god,” she slurs, slapping a hand on Katsuki’s arm. “It was like something out of a Mallmark movie. Like, hot guy, his words by the way, from the big city meets cute guy from the city and defends his honor in this winter’s most anticipated romance that will make singles want to kill themsel—oh.”
Tsuyu interrupts her to push a glass of water towards her mouth. This is upsetting to Katsuki.
“He lights up when he talks about you,” Tsuyu adds, normally. Boringly.
Even though it’s not as forthcoming as Ochaco, Katsuki’s lip purse together as a final attempt to keep them from splitting in a grin. “He does, huh?”
“That’s enough you two,” Izuku says, his cheeks bright red when he pulls himself from Katsuki’s shoulder.
“Not even close,” Ochaco gasps out after the last of the water, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “He said you might be the one.” She leans in closer and Katsuki gets a good look at her glazed over eyes. “Like for marriage and stuff.”
“Okay! Oh my god, oh my god?” Izuku shouts in horror. “We’re going.” He tugs on Katsuki’s hand.
“You two make a really cute couple,” Tsuyu says, her hand covering Ochaco’s mouth. “It’s clear how much you love each other. Ribbit.”
Katsuki’s smile breaks through and it feels big and silly on his face. “Good,” he says. He nods at them before following Izuku’s pull towards an empty table.
Izuku is bright red, muttering under his breath, sitting in the chair that Katsuki pulls out for him without looking.
“They seem nice,” Katsuki says teasingly, taking the seat next to him.
Izuku huffs, squeezing his eyes shut. “More like loose lipped,” he grumbles. “I am so sorry. I swear she was over-exagerating.”
“Sure, sure.” Katsuki places his arm around the back of Izuku’s chair. “You talk to your friends about me,” he says smugly.
“Well, I mean I needed to build a foundation so it made sense that you were coming,” Izuku rushes out. “And they’re a bit wary of my taste in men after the last guy, so I was trying to smooth that over… two birds one song I guess?”
The ex is something they haven’t talked about. From Izuku’s first request to NecRomance, he knew there used to be a guy in the picture but he never got the entire story, and with Izuku’s pained expression when mentioning him, Katsuki has an overpowering urge to know everything.
He squeezes Izuku’s shoulder. “What happened with the last guy?”
“Oh… um…” Izuku looks down at his lap, rubbing his hands together. “We just kept breaking up and getting back together and then… ah, it’s kind of embarrassing now that I’m trying to talk about it.”
“Someone being shitty to you is embarrassing for them, not you.”
His lips twist into a frown. “He…” Izuku lets out a sigh. “We were together for years but I don’t think he loved me. He liked all of the stuff I did for him and he knew I would never leave.… and I didn’t.”
Fucking insane. Who the fuck wouldn’t be in love with Izuku if given the chance? Fumbling Izuku? There's no way.
Katsuki ducks his head so he drifts into the corner of Izuku’s vision. “But then you did?” Izuku nods.
“The last time was really bad,” Izuku says tentatively. “He was… mean. I just—” he turns to face Katsuki, that determination that Katsuki loves to see taking over his residual sadness. “I was sad and lonely all the time and I couldn’t do it anymore.” His voice goes to a whisper, “I wanted to be loved so much that I couldn’t see when it wasn’t there.”
With a shake of his head, Katsuki pulls Izuku closer by the grip he has on his shoulder. “I can’t imagine why someone would treat you that way. You deserve so much more than that.”
Izuku chuckles, lacking its usual brightness. “And what do I deserve?”
Easy: Izuku deserves everything. Absolute devotion. Given the chance, Katsuki would get down on his knees and worship Izuku every moment of every day without being asked. Izuku wouldn’t want for anything because Katsuki would already have given it to him. All Izuku would need to do is exist in Katsuki’s presence so he could surround Izuku with the love that he craves and deserves.
Okay. So like, this crush has really progressed into something.
Instead, he says, “Someone who knows what they have. Someone who wouldn’t pass up the chance to get you to smile. Someone who finds their own happiness in caring for you, in loving you.” Katsuki nudges Izuku’s chin with his thumb until he’s looking up at him. “You’re so kind, and cool—”
“Cool?” Izuku interrupts with a scoff.
“You like All Might. You’re cool,” Katsuki says while pinching his cheek. Izuku rolls his eyes but his lips twitch into a smile. “You’re smart too. You make me laugh which is a feat in itself. And I saved this one for near the end so I don’t sound shallow but that doesn’t make my thoughts on it any less severe.” Katsuki leans in, the tips of their noses almost touching. “You’re drop dead gorgeous. Unbelievably sexy.” He tilts his head to the side, lips brushing Izuku’s ear and whispers, “And you fuck like a pro.”
Izuku lets out a snort that turns into a giggle, dropping his head to bury himself in the crook of Katsuki’s neck. “You're too much.”
“Literally not enough.” Katsuki shakes his head. “There is so much more I could say. Like how beautiful you look when your eyes get all big and bright when you talk about something you’re excited about, or how cute it is that your cheeks are always pink or—”
Izuku’s hands come up and clasp over Katsuki’s mouth, his cheeks indeed a bright pink. “You’re one to talk,” he huffs, lowering his hands once he’s sure Katsuki isn’t going to continue his list. “I mean how are you not snatched up when—” Izuku freezes. “You’re—you’re single, right?”
Katsuki’s eyes go wide. “Yes,” he wheezes. “Oh my god. Yes I’m single I swear.”
“Okay,” Izuku says, releasing his held breath. His forehead scrunches up, still adorable in his distress. “Am I a slut?” he asks. “I didn’t even ask you first.”
Katsuki is at a loss for words for a moment. Because yeah looking back what they did was pretty damn slutty.
“Uhh…” Katsuki shrugs. “I mean if you are, then so am I and I’m honestly really cool about that.”
They’re both quiet for a moment and then Izuku starts to giggle, Katsuki biting his lip but it doesn’t do anything to keep his laughter at bay.
Izuku pats Katsuki’s shoulder. “Back to the point! How are you single when you’re so…” he waves in Katsuki’s general, everything.
“When I’m so what?” Katsuki asks. There's no way Izuku is getting out of giving Katsuki a compliment. He has a praise kink for fucks sake.
“Amazing.” Izuku doesn’t make him wait. “You're funny, and sweet, and strong, and—and you care,” Izuku’s eyes drift down to Katsuki’s arms and then his chest. “And you’re so, so hot, Kacchan.” He sounds almost pained when he says it. “And you have the dirtiest mouth in the world.”
“Bullshit,” Katsuki says through a grin. “With your mouth in the same room as me? I’m the dirtiest?”
Izuku gasps dramatically. “Me? You’re way dirtier than I am!”
Katsuki’s eyes flick to the side to make sure no one is close enough to hear him and then he raises an eyebrow at Izuku. “You called me a good boy and asked me where I wanted it before coming in my mouth.”
Izuku’s jaw drops and then he snaps it shut, narrowing his eyes cutely. “You told me to look at myself in a mirror so I can see how gorgeous I look when you fuck me.”
“And I stand by that,” Katsuki says seriously, raising a hand to poke him in the cheek.
He watches Izuku smile, rubbing his cheek and looking at him through his long lashes. Never mind that this is only the second time they’ve spent time together, the ease in which their banter flows is just as smooth as it is with his friends of ten plus years. It isn’t like Katsuki to be this casual so soon, with his words, with his touch. The warmth in his chest doesn’t worry him this time, knowing somehow that it’s all because of Izuku.
Katsuki pulls Izuku’s legs over his. “You’ve thought about it,” he states, thumb rubbing above his knee.
Izuku hunches his shoulders and hides in Katsuki’s arm. “How could I not?”
“Me too,” Katsuki whispers, his nose bumping the tip of Izuku’s ear. Izuku turns his head slightly and catches his eye.
“Wait,” he pouts, propping his head on Katsuki’s arm. “Stop derailing me. You’re single.” He lifts his hand, index finger pointed at him and thumb sticking straight up like a gun. “Why?”
That makes him pause for a moment, averting his eyes, his teeth digging into his lower lip. It feels like he’s being pulled into a balancing act, to meet Izuku in the middle with the vulnerability he shared on one side and on the other, the pressure in not going too far and scaring off whatever miniscule chance he might have to woo him. Katsuki doesn’t do that. All the sharing of feelings and fears; it’s sent him plummeting before, left him broken, raw, and bitter. He doesn’t want to feel that with Izuku.
He releases his lip and slaps on a smirk, raising the hand he has on Izuku’s leg to show his surrender. It’s meant to be a joke but it still feels like he’s stepping onto a tightrope when he says, “Nothing ever worked out long term. Officer.”
“Hmmm?” Izuku presses, tapping the tip of his finger gun on Katsuki’s pec.
His lips twitch, slipping back into something that’s not quite a frown, but still downturned at the corners. He lowers his hand back to Izuku’s leg, an attempt to regain his balance.
“I’m—I…” he takes a breath. Jesus, it doesn’t have to be this difficult. He doesn’t even need to be honest if he doesn’t want to. Yeah, he’s into Izuku, clearly, but he doesn’t owe him anything. Doesn’t owe him actual answers. Katsuki doesn’t have to spill his guts to him.
“I fall hard,” Katsuki says anyway. “Quickly,” he adds, his face scrunching into a grimace. “I’ve been told it’s… uh, too much.”
It’s all truth but isn’t anywhere near the whole story. Even so, just sharing that little bit makes him cringe, makes him ache with a shiver of dread that shakes down his spine and lands in his toes.
But then there’s soft fingers rubbing the crease between his brows and Katsuki gasps in a burst of air, unsure when he started holding his breath. He exhales shakily with the gentle touch and even gentler look in Izuku’s eyes. A crease forms between Izuku’s own brows. “No,” Izuku says firmly. “That’s sweet, Kacchan. So sweet. Anyone who wouldn’t lock that down is an idiot.”
Katsuki lets out a hollow chuckle. He looks past Izuku’s head to avoid making eye contact with his emeralds, soft and searching, sparkling like there's something about Katsuki worth having them spill over.
“I don’t know about that,” he admits quietly. “There hasn’t been anyone who could picture a future with me. Makes me wonder if being partner to someone is in the cards for, or if my love life is meant to be temporary like…” he leaves it hanging there, the implication of his work heavy in the air.
His heart feels heavy but light enough to flip over in his chest at the same time. He’s uncomfortable, the breaths he’s taking aren't quenching his need for oxygen. It’s like he’s falling into the pit again, about to topple over into nothingness.
Izuku pulls him close.
“I can see you being a great partner,” he says, his palm gently cradling Katsuki’s cheek, grounding him. “How could you not? I meant everything I said. You’re amazing, Kacchan. You would be perfect for—” Izuku pauses for a moment, “for someone.”
Katsuki has to focus on his breathing, forcing himself to blink as everything suddenly becomes a manual process. Suddenly it seems completely feasible and reasonable to replace every fixture in his life with Izuku. His hierarchy of needs just a pyramid of Izuku, Izuku, and more Izuku.
Katsuki grabs Izuku’s hand in his. “Thank you,” he says, breathless and with more meaning in those two syllables than anything he’s said in recent memory. Perhaps ever. He brings Izuku’s hand to his mouth and kisses his fingertips. “Maybe someday.”
Izuku’s eyes flick from Katsuki’s lips to his eyes. “But… you want that?” he asks.
Yeah. Yes. Katsuki wants that. Being loved in return is what he’s been chasing after since he was brat, failing miserably and embarrassingly over and over again. And while he’s been more careful with who he gives his heart to—as in not giving it to anyone at all—it doesn’t make the ache to hand it over any less present. Like right now.
Oh god, like right now.
“I do,” Katsuki whispers. It feels pink leaving his lips; raw. “Do you?”
Izuku looks down at their clasped hands. “Yeah,” he answers quietly. He smiles but it stops before it meets his eyes. “I want an amazing love. I want it to feel like… like…”
Katsuki’s heart thumps in his chest. He straightens up in his seat and leans towards him like Izuku’s about to tell him a secret. “Like…?” he asks, sounding desperate to his own ears.
“Like fate.” Izuku looks up through his lashes at Katsuki, his smile growing. “I want it to feel like it was supposed to happen. That no matter what happened before, no matter who we were with before, we would have always ended up together.” He laces their fingers together and squeezes. “That’s the kind of love I want.”
Katsuki’s mouth is hanging open again. He must look so stupid with all of these stars spinning in his pupils as he looks at the universe that is Izuku in his lap.
Izuku is far better with his words than Katsuki could ever hope to be. Because that, everything that Izuku said, is it.
Maybe that’s what the flutter of his heart has been trying to tell him every time he’s tried before. Maybe the right time, the right person, hasn’t come yet.
Katsuki closes his mouth again and swallows the lump in his throat. “I can see that for you,” Katsuki says. He hikes Izuku’s legs higher across his own, and then frowns. “But it shouldn’t be just anyone. Not everyone deserves to be with someone like you, so it should definitely be that fate you’re looking for. Nothing less.”
“Kacchan…” Izuku ducks his head shyly, unsuccessful in hiding his blush.
“Not that I think you have a problem being selective. I mean, we were engaged just a couple weeks ago and now I’ve been downgraded to boyfriend…”
Which he’s not, like, upset about or anything. But Katsuki did bring the engagement ring from their last date just in case Izuku changed his mind and wanted him to be his fiancé again, an ever present weight in his pocket that he doesn’t plan on giving back unless Izuku shakes it out of him.
Izuku shoots up from where he was cuddled up in Katsuki’s arms. “That was because I couldn’t just show up with a fiancé, Kacchan!”
“Sure,” Katsuki grouses, sticking his nose in the air. “It’s fine.”
Izuku pouts his lips. “You—”
“Izuku!” A man from across the room waves his arms frantically, looking back and forth between Izuku and a bowl of punch. “We need more ice!”
Izuku sighs. “One second, Tenya!” He takes his legs off of Katsuki’s lap and Katsuki reaches for him as he stands. “Kacchan, I have to get something from the break room. I’ll be right back.”
Katsuki watches him go and smiles at him when Izuku turns back to him with a smile of his own right before closing the door behind himself.
Now, he has no intention of letting Izuku get that ice on his own, but he also never passes up an opportunity, and watching Izuku from the back is a gift.
He glances at his watch and then spots Ochaco and Tsuyu across the room. It seems that Ochaco has finally hit her limit, her head resting on the table as Tsuyu tries shoving food in her mouth. Katsuki chuckles over the rim of his champagne glass.
Meeting friends on these dates isn’t uncommon, but usually there is some underlying pettiness or inauthentic air and Katsuki’s there as a, look at what I brought, aren't you jealous?
It’s obvious how much Ochaco and Tsuyu care for Izuku, each in their own ways, clearly. Katsuki couldn’t have scored harder with getting the background information that Ochaco spilled like a busted pipe. Like, hell yeah, Izuku talked about him and thinks he’s hot and had a great time on their last date. Even if he didn’t leave a review on Katsuki’s profile, that’s some stellar feedback.
Katsuki rests his chin on his hand and sighs.
Izuku and him are totally having a moment tonight. A couple of them actually.
Screw that. Several moments have taken place.
When even was the last time Katsuki opened up about his love life? Sure, he didn’t dump all of it, he’s not insane, but he hasn’t shared like that since that one time he got so drunk Kirishima had to carry him home and stayed with him as he sobbed into his giant tits about being alone forever.
Everything Izuku said about what he wanted when it came to love was hitting a bullseye. Katsuki wants fate. Katsuki wants a love that feels like it was always there, it just needed to be found. And the more time he spends with Izuku, it feels like maybe… maybe?
Katsuki pumps the brakes before letting his thoughts go any further. It’s the second date. On top of that, both of the dates haven’t even been real. Izuku is bound to find his fated match in a way that is more natural, not some date renting app. They’ll probably bump shopping carts in a grocery store near the vegetables and then the misting system will malfunction and they’ll get all wet and laugh and get married next to the purple cabbage.
Katsuki glances at his watch again and then shoots out of his chair, more time having passed than he meant. He straightens his coat jacket as he casually strolls out the door Izuku disappeared out of.
Like some kind of corporate labyrinth, there are three paths he can take, and at the end of one of them is his sweet baby exerting far too much energy and damage to his soft hands getting ice.
He’s about to turn right, when he hears a noise coming from straight ahead. As he gets further down the hallway, he hears voices, hushed due to distance and not from trying to keep quiet. Then there is a clatter, something falling to the ground and Katsuki speeds up, a voice he doesn’t recognize traveling through the hallway.
“—you’re disgusting. Filthy. You’re all dirtied up.”
The voice starts to come through clearer the closer he gets to the end of the hall, and everything he hears makes his heart jump in his chest.
“You let him touch you like that? What else do you let him do, huh? I can clean you up, make you good again.”
The end of the hallway leads into an outlet, a conference room at the side with the door partially open. As soon as he looks through the gap in the door, he sees Izuku against a wall, a man wearing a mask and gloves caging him in.
“Please stop, Chisaki,” Izuku whimpers, his eyes squeezed shut.
“Hey!” Katsuki shouts, throwing the door open and sending the ice bucket that was on the floor flying to the other side of the room.
The man—Chisaki—turns his head, his eyes pinched in a glare. “Stay out of this you pig—“
Katsuki scruffs him around the neck and drags him off of Izuku, putting him on his knees.
“You okay, baby?” Katsuki asks Izuku, voice tight with concern, shaking the grip he has on Chisaki’s neck when he tries to pull away.
Izuku nods shakily, his arms wrapped around himself. He stays against the wall as if he's still pinned against it. Seeing him shrink in on himself makes Katsuki seethe.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he shouts at Chisaki, glaring down at him.
Chisaki scoffs, still struggling in Katsuki’s grip. “Telling him what he needs to hear,” he spits. “You dirtied him. I can clean him up.”
Katsuki makes a face at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“He’s dirty—”
“Alright, Mr. Clean, shut your fuckin’ mouth,” Katsuki growls. “Are you fucking stupid? You’re a lawyer, and you’re harassing an employee at the workplace?”
“He would never say anything,” Chisaki scoffs.
“He doesn’t have to.” Katsuki bends down, mere inches from Chisaki’s face, clutching his free hand in his shirt and pulling him up at an uncomfortable angle. “You think I give a fuck that daddy set you up here? I’ll walk you right back into that party just like this and tell everyone what you did in here. Fuck, I’ll call every fucking news outlet and put you and this place on blast. I’m sure your clients would love to hear that your billable hours consist of you sexually harassing your coworkers.”
Chisaki’s eyes go wide, his hands coming up to the one Katsuki has tangled in his shirt, trying to pull him off. “You wouldn’t.”
“That’s not the half of what I would do,” Katsuki growls.
There's a cable of tension connecting them, Katsuki's face scrunched in disgust as he tightens his grip on Chisaki’s shirt and neck, lifting him up even higher. There's a flicker of fear in Chisaki’s eyes and Katsuki grins; this fucker knows he lost.
Chisaki stops fighting back, his body sagging and leaving Katsuki to hold his entire weight.
Which he does. With no problem. Obviously.
“Fine,” Chisaki mumbles. “Now get your hands off me.”
A grin splits across Katsuki's face. “Hah! I don’t fucking think so.” He drags Chisaki over to Izuku, using his grip on the back of his neck to pull him back up to his knees. “Beg for his forgiveness.”
Chisaki blanches, his eyes shooting wide open in shock. “I will not.“
Katsuki grabs him by his hair and pulls his head back until he’s forced to look up at Izuku. “I already plan on making your life hell. What layer you rot in is up to you,” he snaps.
Chisaki groans, testing the give he has in Katsuki’s grip. There isn’t any.
“I apologize.”
“For what?” Katsuki asks, a mocking lilt in his voice. “You’re not being specific enough.”
“I'm sorry for,” Chisaki huffs, staring up at Izuku with a scowl behind his mask, “harassing you.”
“And are you going to do it again?” Katsuki places a finger at the top of Chisaki’s mask as if he’s going to pull it down.
Chisaki’s eyes go wide in a panic.
“No! I won’t do it again I swear!”
Katsuki looks at Izuku. “What do you think?”
Although shaky, Izuku straightens his shoulders and peers down at Chisaki. “I don’t forgive you,” he says calmly and Katsuki tightens his grip. “And I will tell everyone everything if you ever do something like this again.”
“I understand!” Chisaki shouts.
Izuku stares at him for a moment longer, his glare strong, before turning to Katsuki and nodding his head like some kind of sexy cute mob boss ordering his lackey around.
And like a lackey that would do anything his sexy cute mob boss wants, Katsuki lets go of his grip on Chisaki’s neck, causing him to flail and fall to the floor.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Katsuki sneers and Chisaki scrabbles off the floor, booking it out of the room.
Katsuki watches him go, just long enough to see him exit through the stairwell, and then turns back to Izuku. He pulls him close, running his hands over Izuku's arms and grabbing his face. He’s okay on the surface, no cuts or bruises, but his hands are shaking when Katsuki takes them into his own.
“You okay, baby?” he whispers.
“I am now. You...” Izuku’s eyes flick to the stairs. “You scared the shit out of him.”
Katsuki tenses, his shoulders coming up to his ears nervously. “Too much? I didn’t mean to scare you…”
“No!” Izuku assures him, pulling their clasped hands to his chest. “It’s… it’s exactly what needed to happen for him not to do it again.”
“You’re shaking,” Katsuki notes, pulling Izuku closer. He buries his face in Izuku’s curls, greedily breathing in his sweet strawberry scent and closing his eyes. Izuku shoves himself between Katsuki’s pecs and takes in a deep breath of his own.
“Just adrenaline I think. He was…” Izuku chokes on his words for a moment and Katsuki tightens his hold around him. “He said a lot of things.”
“None of that was true. You know that, right?” Katsuki’s tone leaves no room for doubt. “Whatever weird shit he was saying, that has nothing to do with you. He was being a fucking freak, baby.”
Izuku nods but he’s near tears when he whispers into Katsuki’s sternum, “I was really scared.”
The ice in Katsuki’s veins is painful as it spreads throughout his body. He has to bite his tongue hard enough to sting just to ground himself so he doesn’t go and chase Chisaki down the stairs and make him a guaranteed non-issue for Izuku in the future.
“I shouldn’t have let you out of my sight,” Katsuki admits softly, the words getting lost in Izuku’s curls.
Izuku pulls back just enough to wiggle a hand up from between them to hold Katsuki’s face. “No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have left…”
Katsuki shakes his head, squeezing Izuku tighter. “Nothing is your fault. Ever.” He starts to maneuver them towards one of the office chairs, kicking it out from where it’s tucked into the conference table. “Here, baby, I got you.” He sits in the chair and pulls Izuku into his lap. Izuku’s knees squeeze either side of his hips.
They sit like that for a while. Izuku nuzzles softly into Katsuki’s chest as he rubs Izuku’s back and pets his curls. Katsuki tries to relax, taking slow, even breaths. It’s after the third deep inhale that he realizes Izuku’s matching his breathing, their chests moving together, in and out, in and out; safe. That’s when Katsuki truly feels tension start to bleed from him.
Sniffling loudly, Izuku leans back and wipes at his face with the sleeves of his sweater. “Oh god, I probably look like a mess.”
“No you don’t,” Katsuki tells him, his hands falling to Izuku’s hips as he leans back. “You’re always so beautiful.”
Izuku shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Kacchan. I didn’t think you would have to intervene like that. You shouldn’t have been put in that position.”
Now it’s Katsuki’s turn to shake his head. “I’m glad I was. I wanted to be here for you,” Katsuki says, catching Izuku’s eyes so he can see just how severe he is.
Izuku gives a wobbly smile and sways forward, kissing Katsuki on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispers, kissing his cheek again.
“Anything for you,” Katsuki says, and he means it. Anything for Izuku. That’s why Katsuki is happy to let Izuku kiss the tip of his nose, the corner of his mouth.
Katsuki bumps his nose against Izuku’s, their mouths inches apart, close enough that Katsuki can feel Izuku’s breath on his lips. Katsuki’s tongue slips out and licks over his own bottom lip. It’s almost subconscious, the tip of it grazing the barest edge of Izuku’s top lip.
There's a moment of pause, just their breaths heavy between them, their eyes searching.
And then Izuku leans in and kisses him and Katsuki’s eyes flutter closed, sighing happily against Izuku’s mouth.
Izuku kisses him gently, soft touches of his lips that leave Katsuki sensitive and wanting. One of Katsuki’s hands comes up from Izuku’s hip to cup his cheek, tilting his head to make the angle just that much better, so they can get even closer. Their lips slide together, slow, and it’s as if all of his nerve endings have rewired themselves to feel Izuku’s kiss, his shaking hands—
“Wait,” Katsuki gasps as he pulls back. He places his hand on top of Izuku’s where they are clutched to the lapels of his jacket, still trembling. “You sure you’re good? We don’t have to rush into anything. I don’t want you to regret—”
Izuku takes Katsuki’s hand and puts it back on his cheek. He nuzzles into his palm, a peek of teeth pressed against the pink of his lips as his eyes flutter open. “I could never regret anything with you.”
Katsuki is quick to kiss him again.
It’s faster this time, their lips smacking together as they move against each other. Izuku lets out a little moan when Katsuki squeezes him to his chest and Katsuki swallows it, wanting another right away, hungry for Izuku’s noises, desperate to make him feel good.
He wraps one arm around Izuku’s waist, the other around his shoulders, his hand reaching to hold the back of Izuku’s head with his fingers lost in his hair. Izuku’s thighs tighten on either side of his own, letting Katsuki hold more and more of his weight.
And Katsuki is doing his best not to get hard, he really is. It seems a bit soon to be this horny with all of the emotions still in the air and Izuku on the tail end of a terrible experience. But, goddamn, his cock is really trying to be part of the moment.
Izuku keeps wiggling in his lap and making devastating little noises muffled against the press of their lips, clenching his fists in Katsuki’s shirt and pulling him closer even if they’re as close as they can get already. Katsuki can feel him everywhere.
“I love the way you kiss me,” Izuku whispers between their lips. He pulls back just enough to bump their noses together, his heavy eyes locked on Katsuki's mouth under his lashes. He tilts his head to the side to kiss him again, dragging his tongue across his lower lip.
A shudder wracks down Katsuki’s spine. “And how do I kiss you, hmm?” Katsuki whispers back.
Izuku’s hands cup Katsuki’s cheeks. His lips are plump already, quick to get red and swollen with just a few kisses. His eyes flick over Katsuki’s face and then he sighs, soft, resting their foreheads together.
“Like you want me.”
It’s true. Katsuki wants him so much. To have him in his lap like this sates only a small part of him. He feels ravenous. Greedy. He doesn’t know how to rationalize wanting to touch Izuku when his hands are already wrapped around him. How can he make it make sense that he wants to feel Izuku when he is literally on top of him? Katsuki wants to kiss him even while their lips are brushing against each other at this very moment. He wants.
It’s not enough, and he can’t even begin to parse together what enough would look like.
So Katsuki lunges forward, lips first, landing on the corner of Izuku’s mouth and shares just a fraction of his need, whispering, “I do want you,” trailing kisses until he’s back on Izuku’s lips. “All of the time.”
Izuku smiles against his lips, dropping down fully into Katsuki’s lap and—oh, yeah.
The boner.
“So it’s safe to assume this is for me?” Izuku teases, grinding his ass over Katsuki’s cock.
“Yesss,” Katsuki hisses through clenched teeth. His hands drag down Izuku’s body until he’s squeezing Izuku’s hips. “It’s for you. All for you.”
“So if I were to do this…” Izuku tilts his hips and presses his little cock up against the ridiculous tent in Katsuki's pants, “you would like that?”
“Fuck yes,” Katsuki rasps, his hands cupping Izuku’s ass to help guide the roll of his hips. “But… baby, ah shit—you sure you're okay? We don’t have to—“
Izuku quiets Katsuki with a kiss. He licks over Katsuki’s bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth, only letting it go once it’s good and wet.
He trails his slick lips to Katsuki’s ear and whispers, “I want this to be what I remember about tonight.”
Izuku presses forward, their chests pushed against each other as he makes firm rolls of his hips. Katsuki can feel Izuku’s cock twitch and he pulls Izuku down harder against his lap.
“Mmmnnn.” Izuku’s head falls back and Katsuki can’t help himself from licking over the column of his throat, kissing under his jaw, behind his ear. He sucks a mark into his skin, and then another, loud slurps of his tongue and smacks of his lips as he makes his way to the other side.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispers, pursing his lips over Izuku’s ear. He sucks gently, tongue tracing over the cartilage and mouthing at the curve. Izuku shivers, his hips stuttering for a moment and then he’s moving quicker, pushing harder against Katsuki’s cock.
“Ah,“ Izuku gasps, and then he’s grabbing Katsuki by the wrists, dragging his hands under his sweater to grope his chest. “T-touch me, please.”
“Yeah. Fuck,” he says dazedly, squeezing Izuku’s chest. It’s just as soft as he remembers. His hands cover so much of him when he pushes his little tits together, his thumbs pressing at his nipples, and fuck, he’s gotta get his mouth on them.
He shoves his head under Izuku’s sweater and latches on to one of his nipples, squeezing and pinching the other between his fingers and Izuku cries out.
“Oh, Kacchan~~” Izuku mewls, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s head over his sweater. He sticks out his chest and Katsuki opens wide to get more of his tit in his mouth, sucking hard.
He bites down to keep his mouthful, pressing his tongue over the little bud and sucks.
“Fuuuuck, Kacchan.” He feels Izuku’s fingers try to tug at his hair through the fabric and he huffs a breath, moist and wet against Izuku’s spit slick skin. He flicks over the nipple in his mouth with the tip of his tongue over and over again, reveling in the choked gasps and moans he can hear muffled through the fabric of Izuku’s sweater.
Drool floods past his lips when he opens his mouth and it gets his chin wet and sticky when he nuzzles against Izuku’s chest. He sucks the nipple back into his mouth, latching on tight before releasing the suction and doing it all over again.
“Wait, I…” Izuku says, and then there’s light and oxygen he didn’t realize he was missing as Izuku pulls his sweater over his head and tosses it on the conference table behind them. “I wanna see you.”
Katsuki looks up at him, awestruck while his lips work over his nipple. He suckles hard, his hand still pulling, pinching, and rolling his other nipple between his fingers. His other hand squeezes Izuku’s ass and he starts to work his hips in a desperate ride, humping down onto Katsuki’s cock.
Izuku traces the pucker of Katsuki’s lips with his fingers. “You look so hot like this,” he whispers.
Katsuki sucks hard one more time before releasing with a loud smack. Both of Izuku’s nipples look pink and swollen, glistening with Katsuki's spit.
“Baby.” Katsuki’s hands skim down Izuku’s torso, squeezing his hips, his thumbs tracing over the dips in his pelvis. “I want you all spread out for me.”
Izuku giggles, dropping a peck on Katsuki’s lips that turns into two, then three.
“Then spread me out.”
Katsuki groans, his eyes rolling closed. They kiss hard with long swipes of tongue as Katsuki shrugs off his suit jacket. He stands and Izuku moans happily, wrapping his arms around Katsuki's neck, his legs around his waist, moving his lips wet and smooth over Katsuki's.
Cracking one eye open, Katsuki lays his jacket flat on the table and then grabs Izuku's sweater and folds it up, placing it above the jacket.
With his hands on Izuku's hips, he leans forward, and lays Izuku down on the table. Izuku’s eyes open and he looks at his makeshift bed, reaches back to touch the sweater under his head before looking back at Katsuki and pulling him down on top of him with desperate hands.
“Want you to fuck me,” Izuku whispers in a rush, dragging his lips over Katsuki’s.
The sound of Izuku’s shoes hitting the floor launch Katsuki into action. His hands fall to Izuku’s pants, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. He shimmies them down his wide hips, Izuku lifting them to help, until he’s laying there, indeed all spread out, in a cute pair of striped briefs.
“Should we do it like last time?” Katsuki asks, lifting Izuku’s legs and placing them over his right shoulder. He rolls his hips forward, grinding his hard cock against the back of Izuku’s thighs.
Izuku shakes his head and reaches his arms towards Katsuki. “No, I want you to fuck me.”
“Baby, I think the same constraints from last time apply here,” Katsuki says, letting go of his legs and settling back between them so Izuku can hold onto him. “Time and resources?”
Izuku bites his lip, his eyes shifting to the side. His blush suddenly brightens and spreads over his cheeks and chest.
“I, um…” He glances back at Katsuki and takes a deep breath, guiding Katsuki's hand down his chest, his fingers trailing in the dip of his sternum, over his belly, past his pelvis, until his fingers are pressed up against exactly where he wants to be.
Except something is already there.
“Fuck,” Katsuki rasps under his breath.
“I wanted to be ready,” Izuku tells him, his voice trembling, doing his best to keep eye contact as he lays there like a full course meal. “Just in case.”
Katsuki presses his fingers between Izuku’s cheeks just to confirm and—yeah.
That’s definitely the base of a plug.
“Holy shit,” Katsuki says, and it sounds like it was dragged from his throat covered in thorns.
“Should I have… is it…” Izuku stumbles over his words like he can’t figure out what he wants to ask. His hands fly to cover his face only leaving his mouth free. “Do you want this or was I being presumptuous?”
That shocks Katsuki back into the moment because he’s not gonna stand here gooning while Izuku is doubting himself.
“Baby, look at me,” Katsuki demands. Izuku spreads his fingers and peeks through them, watching as Katsuki dips his head down and kisses the waistline of his briefs, his fingers curling underneath the sides of the elastic. “You’re a fucking genius.”
He yanks off Izuku’s briefs and gets his legs spread open, pushing them up and out until he sees a sparkly red gem in the shape of a heart peeking out between Izuku's cheeks.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Katsuki mutters as his fingers trace the outline of the heart. The light touch makes Izuku’s hips jolt up.
“It isn’t as big as you,” the start of that sentence devastating Katsuki immediately, “but it’s the closest I could find.” His hands grip behind his knees and he spreads his legs out even further. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
This is the best thing that has ever happened to Katsuki.
“I love it. Oh my god.” Katsuki pulls at the plug, watching Izuku’s hole start to stretch open around the base. It’s fucking huge. Disrespectfully large.
“Ah~” Izuku moans, his head tilting back, but only for a moment before he forces his head back up so he can watch Katsuki play with his hole. “There’s lube, and—mmmm—condom, in my pants…”
Katsuki blindly searches for Izuku's pants with one hand, his other hand and his eyes locked on Izuku's hole, focused on pushing the plug back inside and grinding it against what must be Izuku’s prostate with the way he starts shaking and biting his lip.
He snatches up the condom and lube, two good sized packets, and rips one of them open with his teeth, pouring it over Izuku’s balls. It slowly trickles down, the stream splitting when it reaches the base of the plug, covering both sides.
Even though he literally is fucking him with it, Katsuki can’t beleive that Izuku wore a plug. That he’s been wearing it all night, walking around and sitting with this giant thing up his ass. Katsuki pulls the base of the plug again, works it back in and out slowly, the lube catching on the base and pushing coating his insides. It starts to get easier to pull and more of it starts to slip out, Izuku’s hole stretching wide around the largest part of it.
“Nghhh~ah!” Izuku cries out, his head thunking back against the sweater under him. His hands start to shake from where they’re holding his legs up. “Mmmm, please. I want… Kacchan. I want Kacchan’s cock…”
Katsuki pulls the plug out immediately.
Izuku’s hole flutters, the gape closing but still leaving him open enough that Katsuki can see the pink of his insides. Lube from deep inside him starts to trickle out of his hole, joining the new slick that’s started to pool on Katsuki’s jacket.
He squirts the rest of the lube on his fingers and shoves three inside Izuku’s sloppy hole at once. Izuku’s back slides into a deep arch, his mouth dropping open as Katsuki finds his prostate and pushes up against it. He’s loose enough that Katsuki feels comfortable to shove his pinky inside soon after and Izuku’s hole closes over it and sucks it inside.
“Your ass looks so sweet, baby. Already taking me so good just like this.” He spreads his fingers out a few times, more to make sure the lube is spread inside enough and to give just a little bit more of a stretch.
And if he’s honest, he just really likes this part and doesn’t want to skip over the chance to finger him a little.
“Kacchan, fuck me. Oh, please fuck me,” Izuku begs, tossing his head back and forth.
“Shit. Yeah. Hold on just a second.” Katsuki pulls out his fingers and Izuku whines, dropping his hand from one of his legs and reaching for Katsuki.
“Nooooo,” Izuku cries out, only settling when Katsuki laces their fingers together.
“I gotta put the condom on,. It’ll be quick and then I’m all yours,” Katsuki promises, squeezing Izuku’s hand in his.
Izuku doesn’t look happy about it but he lets go of Katsuki’s hand, watching him with hooded eyes as Katsuki undos his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down in one go, his cock hard and heavy springing free. He opens the condom packet and rolls it on his cock, pouring the second packet of lube over the head and strokes himself a few times, gritting his teeth as he spreads it over his length.
He’s about to get back in between Izuku’s legs again when Izuku places his foot in the middle of Katsuki’s chest, his socked toes gripping Katsuki’s tie and giving it a tug. “Take it off.”
Katsuki leans back, wrapping his lube sticky fingers around Izuku’s foot and lifting it from his chest and to his lips. He places a kiss on the knobby bone of his ankle and Izuku sucks in a breath, his free hand skating down his flushed chest until he reaches his cock all pink and hard, stroking himself as he watches Katsuki undress.
He places Izuku's foot on his shoulder and then loosens his tie, slipping it off and throwing it to the side. His fingers go to the top button of his shirt and he cocks an eyebrow at Izuku and he nods, biting his lip while squeezing his cock tight at the base.
With shaking hands, Katsuki undo’s the buttons of his shirt, taking in Izuku all naked and gorgeous in front of him. So soft and giving with his body. As soon as he finishes the last button, he flings the shirt open and falls back down between Izuku’s legs, needy in the way he has to be close to him again.
“Here, gimme that,” Katsuki murmurs, taking Izuku’s other leg and wrapping it around his waist. His left hand settles on Izuku’s hip, pulling him closer to the edge of the table until his ass is in line with Katsuki’s cock. He grips himself and rubs the head against Izuku’s hole, catching on his rim, stretched and ready.
“Come here,” Izuku whispers.
Katsuki lets Izuku tug him closer, his hands landing on the sides of Katsuki’s face. And as their lips meet, Izuku tilts his hips up, up and Katsuki’s cock starts to slip inside.
“Izuku—mmph—“ Katsuki leans forward to get closer, his cock dragging across Izuku’s insides until he’s slotted to the base, his hips rolling forward like he could get in even further if he just tried hard enough.
Izuku’s legs clench and shake from where they are wrapped around him. Katsuki grips the leg over his shoulder and rubs his thigh, the other placed at the top of Izuku’s head, fingers running through his curls.
Their foreheads press together. “You okay?” Katsuki asks. “Does it hurt?” Katsuki watches as Izuku’s watery eyes flutter open, tears trickling down his cheeks, creating a shiny line to his lips curved into a smile.
“Feels good,” Izuku answers, rolling his hips as much as he can with Katsuki pressed on top of him. Just the couple of inches of friction sends sparks of pleasure through Katsuki’s entire body landing hard sparkly in his spine.
It’s slick and warm and tight inside Izuku, his hole spasms around Katsuki’s cock, clenching down around him and trying to suck him back in every time he pulls out. He drops his head to Izuku’s chest and groans as he thrusts forward, hard, picking up a rhythm that has him pulling out in a long stroke and pushing back in faster and faster with each pass.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whimpers, his hands grab at Katsuki's back as his cries get fucked out of him. “You’re so big. I love—love how thick you are… stuffing me full...”
Katsuki lifts his head and kisses him again, panting and grunting in his mouth as snaps his hips forwards. “Yeah, all stuffed with cock aren’t you? Lookin’ gorgeous,” Katsuki murmurs into his bottom lip. Izuku’s thighs squeeze Katsuki’s waist as he thrusts up and Katsuki slots their lips back together for a wet kiss. “Fuck, you take it so good, baby. So fuckin’ tight and wet for me.”
He swipes his tongue over Izuku’s lips and he sighs happily, tightening his grip on Katsuki’s back and parting his lips so Katsuki can slip inside. Everything about Izuku is so warm. His mouth, his hands, his ass. All of this heat that feels so good and right, he’s certain they’re going to melt into puddle right here on the desk, swirled together and dripping off the edges.
They break apart with a gasp and Katsuki lifts himself up, resting his weight on his forearms, one by Izuku’s head and the other by his waist. The new leverage lets him go harder, picking up the pace that has Izuku digging his nails into Katsuki’s shoulders and throwing his head back, babbling out praises of, yes, Kacchan just like that, scattered in-between sweet, little fucked out noises every time Katsuki slots himself back inside.
Izuku’s flushed all the way to his tits, his freckles a brown sugar contrast to the strawberry pink of his cheeks and chest. The tears in his eyes are constant, making them glassy and bright when he looks at Katsuki. And Katsuki can’t keep his eyes off of him. All the little twitches of his brows when Katsuki hits it just right, the way his lips wobble and his mouth hangs open when he splits him open with his cock hard and thick just for him. Just for Izuku to feel good.
“That the spot?” Katsuki whispers, angling his hips to keep hitting the same place. “You like that?”
“Yea—ah, ah, ah.” His answer is fucked out of him, trails off into sugary moans that Katsuki can taste when he kisses him again. “I like it... I like—uhnnn—I want more…”
“I’ll give you more,” Katsuki grunts out, a word for every slam of his hips against Izuku’s ass. “I’ll give you whatever you want. You can—fuck—you can have it. Can have whatever you want.” Izuku’s looks up at him with his big eyes, his little tits jiggling with the force of Katsuki’s thrusts, and Katsuki has to grip him by the shoulder to pull him back down on his cock because he keeps slipping away. Even an inch apart is too much for him right now and Izuku needs to be under him, speared on his cock, loving it.
Izuku lets out a needy cry, his hands scrabbling at the back of Katsuki’s neck, struggling to get a grip on his sweat slick skin. The same thing happens to Katsuki's grip on Izuku’s thigh around his waist, his hand starting to slip from his grip pushing it against his ribs. His rhythm starts to slow as he tries to readjust his hold on Izuku’s thigh and Izuku whines.
“Want more. Don’t stop!”
Katsuki tilts his hips up and Izuku cries out, the tears spilling out of the corners as he throws his head back.
“Not stopping, baby. Promise. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You wanna feel good?” Katsuki asks, lifting himself up from where he was laying on Izuku.
“Ungh–wha—” Izuku’s bottom lip pouts out, his eyebrows pinched together as he watches Katsuki settle up right between his legs. His eyes are so slow as they track Katsuki’s movements as he moves Izuku’s leg from his shoulder and wraps around his waist, giving it a little push until he feels Izuku lock his ankles together behind Katsuki’s back.
The rolls of his hips are slower, but hit deeper and a shudder wracks down his spine when he feels Izuku’s walls clench around his cock, the textures and ridges of his insides he bumps up against on the way in caress over him as if trying to persuade him to stay inside. And he would totally live right there, balls deep inside his hole, but the drag out is somehow even better, with the way Izuku’s rim spasms around the head of his cock, not quite letting him get all of the way out, teasing in the way it clenches tight to lure him back in.
He keeps the pace unhurried but no less powerful as he readjusts Izuku to how he wants him. From this angle he can really see just how affected Izuku is. It’s not limited to his perfect face all pink and shiny with sweat, lips kissed and bitten swollen, hair mused from where he keeps running his fingers through it in a pathetic attempt to release some of the tension he’s feeling.
It’s really Izuku’s body that tells the rest of the story: the quick rise and fall of his chest like he just can’t catch his breath, his pink nipples still hard and puffy from Katsuki’s tongue, his little cock stiff and twitching against the plush of his belly, the little spasms of his hips like he can’t help himself from getting that much deeper on Katsuki’s cock fucking him open.
Katsuki grips Izuku firmly on his upper thighs, a firm and sticky slide to the cut of his pelvis. His thumbs dig into the crease, fingers curling to grab the part of his ass that he can reach. He squeezes, watches as the flesh pushes out between his fingers, his ass just as pliant and soft as his hole.
With a firm hold, he pulls Izuku down to meet his thrusts forward, the jacket making the slide easy he starts a push and pull that speeds up when every time they meet a little umph! leaves Izuku’s parted lips and a wet smack echoes off their hips.
There's a pool of pre-come on Izuku’s stomach that keeps growing as his cock leaks and leaks because, to Katsuki’s absolute delight, Izuku gets wet. Katsuki’s eyes flick back and forth between the puddle and Izuku’s face, not wanting to miss a single expression that passes over Izuku’s face, but also desperate to see his cute dick drool for Katsuki’s cock.
“Fuck, look at you. Love getting fucked don’t you.” It’s not a question but Izuku nods anyway, his moans becoming a hiccupy mess. “I know you do, baby. Ain’t gotta tell me. Not when you look like this, all fuckin’ pretty on my cock.”
Izuku’s hands fly up to grip onto Katsuki’s wrists where they are holding his hips down. Katsuki can feel Izuku try to push his hips up but he puts more weight onto his hands, securing Izuku’s bottom half to the desk. It makes Izuku’s cock drool a long stream of pre-come and the puddle finally overflows, streaming down his sides in thick rivulets. It leaves him even wetter, glistening.
Stunning. He’s stunning.
Heat pools at the base of Katsuki’s cock and his thrusts become something frantic. He feels every inch when he leaves the heat of Izuku’s body and a rush of desperation pours over him to get back inside, douses him in a fleeting moment of he can only akin to panic. Fuck, he can’t get deep enough. He wants Izuku to feel him more. Wants to feel Izuku more. Katsuki wants him to feel the space Katsuki carved out inside of him ache when they're done. Every step he takes will trigger a memory of this moment; of them.
“Tell me—” Katsuki’s words caught in his throat with a particularly tight squeeze of Izuku’s ass around his cock, as if it’s squeezing his throat too. He grabs Izuku’s jaw with one hand, squeezing his cheeks until his mouth pouts open. “Tell me who’s fucking you. Who’s making you feel good, baby?”
Izuku’s eyes screw shut as Katsuki tilts his hips up, pistoning his hips to directly hit Izuku’s prostate with the head of his cock, and he knows he hits it the way Izuku convulses, his head tossing and turning.
“Kacchan! Kacchan is fucking me,” he cries out, his voice cracking. “Never been fucked so good, Kacchan—no one–ah–no one else—”
A full body shudder goes through Katsuki, his balls drawing up tight in a wave of pleasure that spreads to his cock. He takes his hand off of Izuku’s jaw and grabs his chest, holding him flat against the table as he fucks him harder.
“Just me? Just me got you all fucked out like this?” Katsuki asks, breathless and Izuku’s mouth open to answer but what comes out is a stream of moans, wet and high pitched. “That’s right, because you’re my baby. I’ll take care of you and make you come. It’s okay, I got you,” Katsuki pants unable to tear his eyes away from Izuku’s face, his expression desperate. Katsuki’s breath feels out of reach.
He can’t remember if he’s actually taken in anything that wasn’t Izuku since this all started.
Katsuki squeezes Izuku’s hips again, his nails digging into his skin. “You look like you’re gonna come, baby. You close? Gonna come for me?” Katsuki pauses, grinds his hips slow and deep, pulls out slow and thrusts back in hard and fast. “Show me how pretty you are when you come, Izuku. I wanna see it again. I—I need to see it again. Come on, baby, come for me, come on, fuck, that’s it—”
Izuku’s eyes roll back in his head and he screams, “Ahhhnn~!! Kacchan! I'm gonna—you’re making me—oh my god—” Izuku’s hips push past Katsuki’s hold, lifting up as he comes untouched, his cock twitching so hard it slaps against his belly before shots of come shoot up his chest.
Katsuki’s hands slip to hold onto Izuku’s ass fully, keeping his hips tilted up and off the desk as he pounds into him, fucking him through his orgasm, watching him with the same slack jawed expression as his come lands on his chest, sticky white strands dripping off his nipples, cascading down his ribs with the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he gasps for breath.
“Beautiful,” Katsuki chokes. “So fucking beautiful.” He pulls Izuku’s hips flush against his own and falls over Izuku’s twitching body, feels their bodies stick together from sweat and come. His lips find Izuku’s nipple again and he licks up the come, swallowing it down and sucking hard, making Izuku squeal, his hips wiggling in Katsuki’s grip.
Katsuki’s hips are fast, pounding short deep thrusts and then he’s moaning loud into Izuku’s chest.
“Oh… just like that,” Izuku moans as Katsuki starts to come. He feels his hands grab his head and lift it as he floods the condom with strong spurts of come that he can feel get squeezed straight from his balls. “You’re so good. You did so good for me.” Katsuki hears a harsh exhale, can feel a puff of breath against his lips, but sight escapes him, his eyes aching as they roll back, eye lashes fluttering because his entire body is shaking, twitching, convulsing from the strength of his orgasm, from the pleasure Izuku has wreaked over his body.
Izuku’s legs squeeze his sides and jolt him forward with the leverage he has with his legs crossed behind his back, bringing them face to face. He pushes Katsuki’s hair off his forehead, kissing him between his brows, on the tip of nose.
“You like coming inside me, Kacchan?” Izuku whispers against his cupid's bow. “Was it good?” a soft kiss pressed against lips. “You feel good?”
Katsuki’s eyes roll back forward and he forces his eyelids to open past the weight of his satisfaction. He’s met with Izuku’s gaze, sparkling emeralds still wet.
“I feel like a balloon,” Katsuki tells him, more honest than he means to be.
Izuku pulls back a little bit, a little huff of laughter paired with a raised brow looking back at him.
“A balloon?” he asks, incredulous.
Katsuki hums, closing his eyes and leaning his head in Izuku’s hand. “Yeah. S’like, if you let go I might float away, or somethin’.”
Izuku’s thighs twitch, a fleeting squeeze around Katsuki’s waist. “Oh. That’s…” Katsuki looks at him and sees him smiling, his chest expanding and falling quickly like he’s trying to hold back a laugh. “Kinda silly.”
Katsuki closes his eyes again and sticks his lips out in a pout. “Come on. I was going for poetic.”
Izuku giggles. “It was cute too,” he says through his smile, squeezing Katsuki’s cheeks together, emphasizing his pout. He stares at him for a moment, his brow relaxing, his smiling softening.
“If it’s so cute then you should kiss me about it,” Katsuki demands, and Izuku complies, lifting his head to connect their lips again.
There's no rush this time. The build up they created resulted in a release that left them weightless, lips pliant against each other as they kiss, a simple press and release and light touches of tongue.
Katsuki gets lost in the moment. It’s just like the last time when they were all wrapped up in each other as they came down. He’s always enjoyed being able to take his time after, likes to take care of his partner. With his history, it’s not something he gets to do often. Even now, the setting isn’t ideal, but Izuku’s here and that’s all that really matters.
“Let me clean you up,” he says between a kiss, diving back in for another one as soon the words leave him.
“Okay,” Izuku responds, but he doesn’t let go, keeps kissing Katsuki and squeezes his legs around him tighter.
Katsuki feels his body come back to him a bit more, enough for him to move his arms so he can cup Izuku’s face in his palms. He’d stay here forever if he could. Well, not really. He would take Izuku to his apartment and stay there forever, just like this. No time limit, just time.
But that’s not what they have. Not what this is.
His lips move from Izuku’s lips, not without a whine, to his left cheek right under his eye, his right cheek in the middle of the burst of freckles scattered there. He kisses his forehead, the tip of his cute nose, his chin, all while slowly lifting them up until Katsuki is hunched over him in a sitting position.
“You tricked me,” Izuku pouts.
Katsuki chuckles, Izuku’s face still cradled gently in his hands. “Forgive me, baby.” He wraps one arm around Izuku's waist and lifts him enough to pull his jacket out from under him. He’s still inside of him, his cock soft, but even so, he’s lodged in deep enough that he isn’t going to just slip out.
A little longer won’t hurt.
He takes the sleeve of his jacket and starts to wipe at Izuku’s chest and belly, scooping off the come before it completely dries.
“Oh, you shouldn’t! Your jacket—“
“It’s not important,” Katsuki interrupts him. He rubs over his cock, kisses Izuku in apology when he hisses from the sensitivity. “You’re important.”
Izuku buries his head in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, a deep sigh heating his skin. He doesn’t say anything back, just leaves the occasional kiss on Katsuki’s throat as he finishes rubbing him down. He’s silent except for a gasp when Katsuki pulls out, a little shaky when he wipes at Izuku's thighs, a quick swipe of his hole to catch the remnants of lube leaking out of him.
“I think that's as good as it’s gonna get,” Katsuki says. He grabs Izuku’s sweater and pulls it over his head, taking a moment to run his fingers through his curls and fluff them back up.
Izuku’s slow to take his arms away from his hold on Katsuki but eventually slips them through the sleeves. “Thank you, Kacchan.” He looks down at his lap, his fingers tugging at the hem of his sweater. “You’re good at taking care of me.”
Katsuki inhales sharply. “I like taking care of you,” he answers softly.
He really does.
He finishes getting Izuku redressed, all the way to slipping his shoes back on, before getting himself put back together. His jacket is over and done with, so he folds it to hide the worst of the come and lube stains and hangs it over his arm.
Then it’s just them, quiet, staring at each other, neither making the move to leave quite yet.
“Should we—”
“Do you do other kinds of dates?” Izuku asks, the words rushing out of him so fast, Katsuki has to take a moment to parse through what he said. He pauses for too long and Izuku follows his question up with, “Like, not for events?”
“Oh.” Katsuki’s heart starts pounding. “Yeah—yeah I can do anything. Anything you want.”
Anything.
Izuku exhales in a rush of air, his shoulders relaxing. “That's… I might do that. Like, just to go out to the movies or something? I don’t like going by myself so I haven’t been to the theater in forever… If—if that’s okay... if, if you would be alright with that?”
“Yes,” Katsuki answers, quickly this time. “Anytime. I would lov—” Katsuki takes a breath. It doesn’t work in calming him down but at least he can breath. “That sounds fun.”
Izuku smiles, a bit shy and so, so cute. His cheeks pink up again. “I’ll um…” his gaze trails off to the side, his long lashes casting a shadow over his freckles. “Book you again.”
Katsuki grimaces, quickly replacing it with a smile when Izuku looks back at him.
“It’s a date.”
The rest of the party goes smoothly. When they sneak back in, no one turns their way or asks where they disappeared to for the past hour. Tenya gives them an unimpressed look as they give him the ice he asked for, chiding them for making him wait, but that’s the only comment.
Izuku's still a bit weak at the knees, so Katsuki sits him down at one of the tables and gets him a plate of food. It’s with the utmost attention as he watches him drink a cup of water and then gets up to get him another one and tips it against his lips until he’s finished that one too. Izuku blushes when Katsuki tries to feed him a bit of fruit, an admonishing, Kacchan, whispered to him as he feeds himself instead.
Katsuki pouts only a little bit.
It’s nearing the end of the night and Katsuki gets that sinking feeling that he got last time when it was coming time for them to part. He holds Izuku’s hand as they say their goodbyes to everyone, squeezes it tighter as they make their way down the stairs, and doesn't let go when they’re outside.
Katsuki feels a bit awkward at first, the way he’s holding Izuku's hand for dear life. The way he’s looking at Izuku, lips moving before clamping shut because he doesn’t know what he could say to make this seamless. And he is the professional, so he should just do what is par for the course. He can feel it prickle under his skin; the step away, the bow, the goodbye.
Izuku plays with Katsuki’s fingers in his hand, his big eyes looking at Katsuki with something so strong that for a moment Katsuki swears he sees his pupils shake with the force of something behind them trying to break free.
“Thank you,” Izuku says, quietly. “For everything. You were…” his eyes drop to the ground, his grip on Katsuki’s hand tightening, “perfect.”
“Hey.” Katsuki matches his volume, tilting Izuku’s head back up by his chin. “Even though it’s because you need me for not so great circumstances, I’ve enjoyed my time with you. I like spending time with you.”
Izuku smiles. “I like spending time with you too.”
It’s not that Katsuki doesn’t believe him, because somewhere deep in his bones he can’t deny the authentic tone of Izuku’s voice or the way his face goes soft. But the reality of the circumstances they’re in cozy up to his self doubt. He’s insecure that Izuku would actually like spending time with him if it wasn’t for a specific reason, for some benefit of Izuku’s. And why would he? What’s special about Katsuki?
The thought of stepping over the line into something real makes his veins feel like ice. Certainly that’s how he would lose Izuku, the crumbs he scavenges for on these dates would be swept away from him the moment Izuku saw that Katsuki can’t do casual, that he couldn’t be chill about Izuku.
That Katsuki is too much.
He swallows his desires and they douse the flames of his heart.
“I’ll look forward to next time,” he says instead.
Izuku lets go of his hand and for a moment Katsuki wonders if Izuku’s smile actually gets smaller or if it’s just the dark of night playing tricks on him.
“Next time,” Izuku repeats.
It’s definitely on Katsuki for not getting a frame of reference to what next time meant.
Because what does it mean? A day? A week?
Oh jesus. A month? Katsuki cannot make it a fuckin month without Izuku. He can’t—he can’t do that.
Granted, it has only been two days. But each minute that passes is a slippery slope into forever that Katsuki cannot chance.
If only there was something he could do to… prompt Izuku into booking him again sooner rather than later. And Katsuki gets it. This kind of service is a luxury rather than a necessity. Multiple dates in a week is a bit excessive, a bit exorbitant. It’s not like a service like this is a cheap and—
There it is.
“Raccoon eyes!” Katsuki shouts, stepping around the cubicle wall into Mina’s space. “I need a favor.”
Mina spins slowly to face Katsuki in her chair, her legs spread and hands clasped together with her elbows resting on the arms of her chair. A menace in pink, truly.
Son of a bitch.
“You come to my cube, thirty minutes before I’m to take my Momo out to lunch, and you ask me to do murder for money.”
“No murder and no money,” Katsuki interrupts. “Just a favor for friend points.”
Mina lifts her clasped hands to her mouth and hums, squinting at him as she contemplates a response.
“Not as fun,” she says, finally. “But totes! What can the House of Meens do for ya’?”
Katsuki looks over his shoulder. Shinsou is talking to Denki at his desk in the back, and Sero and Kirishima are in the kitchen eating lunch before their next scheduled date.
“Oh this must be good,” Mina says with an air of impending chaos in her voice.
Katsuki sits on her desk and pulls her close by the arms of her chair. “I need you to put coupons on Izuku’s account for free dates.”
She’s quiet, which is incredibly unsettling on its own, but then Katsuki notices a slight bounce in her hair and then sees that she is somehow vibrating.
“Are you having a seizure?” Katsuki asks, slightly worried. And it’s actually an authentic question because her body is literally spasming. "Is that something you do?!"
“Ohmygodohmygod!” Mina growls happily.
“Shhh!” He peeks his head over the cubicle walls. “This needs to be quiet,” Katsuki hisses.
“Splodey,” Mina whispers through a huge smile, “I feel like I am going to vomit.”
“What?” he asks, panicked.
“From happiness!” She flaps her hands at him. “You’re coming to me to help you with your love life? And to overthrow capitalism?!”
“Uhhh,” Katsuki stammers, “just—just the first one I think.”
“Nay!” Mina whispers loudly. “We are undermining the business structure we have promised to protect through our employment contracts.” She leans forward and looks up at him from a severe angle that casts a shadow over her eyes. “This is what I have been waiting for.”
Katsuki shouldn’t be surprised. Mina’s been like this since grade school. It’s her MO to find ways to overthrow economical structures no matter how small. Like when she hacked into the school lunch system and put enough money on the entire student body’s accounts that they had free lunch for the rest of the year. Why the fuck Shinsou hired her having known and benefited from her past havoc, Katsuki does not understand.
“Okay, let’s not call it undermining the business structure through a breach of contract,” Katsuki starts, spinning Mina to face her computer. “And maybe more like, market testing for a new addition to the business model.”
Mina side eyes him, unimpressed. “If that’s what you need to tell yourself, fine. But I’ll be over here in my own revolution due to my successful infiltration into the corporate world.”
“Employment?” Katsuki sighs.
“Do you want my help or not?!” Mina shouts, exasperated, throwing her arms in the air.
“Yesss,” Katsuki whispers again. “Yes. Please, start the revolution.”
Mina breaks out into a smile, cracking her knuckles before opening a program on her computer.
“Because this is a new implementation, I have to start from scratch.” Katsuki's heart sinks.
“So it’s gonna take awhile?” he says, dejectedly. From a distance he swears he hears the sad strumming of a violin. “How long?”
Mina hums in thought. “Give me to the end of day, including my lunch with my baby mama, and I’ll have the coupons loaded into his account.”
When Katsuki looks at her screen, she’s typing lines of code with one hand, the other designing a graphic for the coupon.
She’s been an absolute beast ever since going off her meds.
Katsuki sighs in relief, a small smile on his lips. “I owe you,” he says and Mina cackles.
“I know.” She turns her head, fingers undeterred from the interruption of visual perception, “I’ll collect.”
“That’s unnerving.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Tell me about it.”
Oh fuck.
Katsuki turns his head and meets the mismatched eyes of Shouto looking right at him mere inches separating them. “Half and half.”
“Bakugou.” Shouto nods his head at him, and then Mina. “Ashido. It’s always so good to see you both. My friends.”
“Don’t push it,” Katsuki says under his breath, grabbing Shouto’s arm and leading him out of Mina’s cubicle.
“Ashido,” Shouto calls over his shoulder, Katsuki leading him back to the kitchen where he surely escaped from, “I made a variety of confections and have placed them in the kitchen. Please enjoy them at your leisure.”
“Alright, Posh Spice. Thanks!” She shouts back.
“How much did you hear?” Katsuki asks under his breath.
Shouto turns back to Katsuki, his braid smacking him in the arm. “Hear what?” he answers, sounding genuinely unsure. Maybe Katsuki's getting lucky with this Shouto interaction.
“Sweet.”
“Speaking of, would you like a taste of my goods?” Shouto asks, exactly when Katsuki opens the door to the kitchen.
Sero and Kirishima look at them, interested and confused, respectfully, also with braided hair.
Ugh. Couples.
Wait, no.
Throuples.
“I think you lost this,” Katsuki tells them, gesturing towards Shouto and giving him a nudge to join his boyfriends.
“Uhhh, what were you guys talking about?” Kirishima asks, eyes shifting back between them both, pulling Shouto closer to himself.
“I was telling our best friend, Bakugou, that I have plenty to offer if he’s interested in sampling.”
Sero snorts.
“Ha,” Kirishima laughs, stunted. “That’s—that’s so funny?”
“Chill out, shitty hair. I don’t want your alien.”
Shouto pauses from sorting through, his admittedly impressive selection of confections. “A new nickname? I’m honored.”
“I am unconvinced you were born on Earth.”
“So you’re saying…” Shouto picks up a muffin, cradled in both of his hands, “I am out of this world?”
“Ohhhhhh!” Sero shouts, offering his fist to Shouto who excitedly albeit carefully bumps it with his own fist. “That was smooth as hell, babe.”
Shouto blushes. Katsuki gags.
“For you,” Shouto says, offering the muffin to Katsuki, “my brother.”
“Stop that,” Katsuki snaps, accepting the muffin and immediately shoving it in his mouth.
And then immediately spitting it out in his hand.
“What the fu—” Katsuki stops when he sees Kirishima and Sero waving their hands in gestures to stop and shut the fuck up for the love of god.
Katsuki shoves what he spit out back in his mouth.
“How is it so…” he coughs out through his mouthful of hell.
“So good? Thank you,” Shouto says with a smile, seemingly at peace with causing suffering to others. “I was worried that accidentally using salt instead of sugar would affect the taste, but everyone seems to be pleased so far.”
Katsuki looks at the love sick morons behind Shouto with a look he hopes communicates his wish for death. His tongue is sizzling.
This is the kind of bullshit he’s had to deal with since Shouto entered the picture. The guy is weird. And, yeah, sure, all of his friends are weird. But from the start, Shouto has been… different.
Maybe it was the way he sobbed in Katsuki’s face upon their first meeting, bypassing Katsuki’s offered handshake and going straight for gripping his shirt for dear life, promising that he would treat Sero and Kirishima with love and respect and that Katsuki will never have anything to worry about. The entire time, his voice didn’t waver, not even when tears and snot started pouring out of him. It was some fucking uncanny valley shit and Katsuki didn’t like it.
And to set the record, Katsuki wasn’t worried, until whatever the fuck that was.
He’s still not sure what Sero and Kirishima said to Shouto to make it seem like Katsuki was the one to impress instead of like, their families or something else that would actually make sense. But to this day, Shouto is convinced that Katsuki is the one he has to win over, and has settled himself into his self-proclaimed best friend status.
(Katsuki actually really likes Shouto, more so due to how happy he makes his legitimate best friends, but he’s good people.)
Bad baker though.
“Hey, baby! Look at me!” Kirishima shouts and Shouto turns to him, giving Katsuki the opportunity to spit out the muffin into the garbage can.
“Yes?” Shouto asks with a tilt of his head.
“I love you,” Kirishima says.
“Oh, sick. Let me get in on that,” Sero jumps in. “I love you too.”
Shouto extends both of his hands, offering one to each of them. “And I love you.” He turns to Katsuki. “I love them so much.”
Every time. Every time it’s like this.
“Yes! Yes I know!” Katsuki waves his hands at them.
Kirishima turns to Sero and kisses him on the cheek. “I love you too.”
“I love you, baby,” Sero says, smiling big.
“I’m fuckin’ out of here,” Katsuki grumbles, turning towards the door. He’s been witness to their five minute I love you so much muah muah exchange far too many times and he knows it’s about to take another pass around their circle.
“We love you too!” Sero shouts as Katsuki shuts the door.
It’s eleven at night. Katsuki is watching a documentary special on the subjectivity of reality, whatever the fuck that means, when he gets a text.
Which, fuck right off. Who texts this late at night—
Never mind.
🦝
The deed is done
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Katsuki sits up, flinging two pillows and his remote onto the ground in his excitement. He opens the attachment: a screenshot of Izuku’s NecRomance profile with a notification about three free date coupons being added to his account.
She did it. Holy shit.
Me
ur insane
been less than 12 hrs
🦝
the revolution will not sit idly by when love is on the line 💪💗🔥🏢
Me
dnt txt me like that
u look like a terrorist
name ur price
He waits a few minutes and there is no response, just Read under his last message staring back at him ominously.
Classic.
While he knows it’s unrealistic that Izuku will act immediately on the coupons, he can’t stop himself from grabbing his work phone and placing it next to his personal on the coffee table, side by side. Just like, in case. Shut up.
He stares at them next to each other, all cozied up like little cell phone boyfriends, and in a moment that can only be classified as insane, he separates them in a bout of jealousy, putting his work phone on the side table next to him.
If he can’t have a boyfriend then his phone doesn’t get one either.
He goes back to the documentary, holding a pillow close to his chest while his eyes flit back to his phone every few seconds. At least three times he picks it up and makes sure the notification sound is on. It is. All three times.
The human body is, but the mind is not, until formed by the constraints and rules of societal human made institutions. Therefore, one's existence is reality as it exists in the realm of reality and is unique due to its personalized crafting via experience. We are the same. We are not the same. We are humans, lost in our search for familiarity with someone we must find…
Katsuki doesn’t remember falling asleep, but when he wakes, the documentary is now educational cartoons, the moon is now the sun, and his back hurts from sleeping on the couch.
He takes a moment to stretch, wiping the sleep from his eyes before stumbling off to the kitchen to make coffee.
And then U-turns so sharply he trips before jumping over the couch to grab his phone.
New date request!
Katsuki smiles at his phone as he opens the request, reading over Izuku’s submission for a movie date on Saturday. This Saturday.
Denki said the corporate world is about innovation. And this—this feels pretty damn innovative.
As per usual, Katsuki is just as early as he is chill which is to say, severely.
He’s quite certain that everyone who walks by him outside might think him to be on a different plane of existence than the hustle and bustle of Tokyo. For what man with his arms crossed and one foot propped up the wall behind him—chill—could look so unbothered in below freezing weather as he waits for his—his uh. Izuku. His… his Izuku.
Shit.
Katsuki takes a deep breath and his chest shakes on both the inhale and exhale.
So. He’s a bit nervous.
It’s not because of the date itself. He’s done non-event type dates before, that’s not a problem. The problem, which is less of a problem and more of a gift, is that Izuku is perfect. An angel. A cutie pie.
A perfect angel cutie pie that is eating Katsuki's heart alive.
They have been messaging back and forth since Izuku made the movie date request. It all started off with Izuku asking him about what movie to see on their date which led to conversations about their favorite films and genres. They messaged back and forth for hours, until Izuku had to end the conversation because the sun was closer to rising than the moon was to setting and he needed to grab at least a couple hours of sleep, but this has been so much fun! I enjoy talking with you kacchan :)
Izuku enjoys talking with him. Izuku thinks Katsuki is fun.
Katsuki thinks about that :) a lot.
He’s gotten several more :) and a single devastating <3 from Izuku since then, because their conversation picked right back up in the morning and hasn’t stopped.
So. Katsuki like, likes Izuku.
It doesn’t hit him like oh more like duh! But he can’t make excuses any more for how sweaty his palms are (very) and how often he keeps pulling up a wiki on How To Know If You’re Having A Heart Attack :( or how every time he sees something green his first thought is of Izuku, because yes, he's really that gay.
Another one of those shaky breaths and Katsuki places his hand on his chest, wondering if this is just how he’s going to breathe from now on. With Izuku taking up so much room in his chest, there isn’t much room left for anything else in there anyway. The heart attack wiki said he should see a doctor but the thought of a cure and not feeling his heart clench with thoughts of Izuku freaks him out more than having them in the first place.
He thumbs at his phone to wake up the screen and shoves it back in his pocket. He has a few minute to get it together—
“Kacchan!”
Déjà vu has never been so sweet. It feels like coming home to turn his head and see Izuku waving at him. He’s wrapped up in a giant light blue puffer coat, the hood pulled tight over his curls, perfectly framing his pink nose and cheeks. His glasses cut into his cheeks when he smiles at Katsuki, slowly making his way over to him, his coat so big it’s forcing him into more of a waddle than a walk.
Ah. It’s just… everything about him, huh?
Katsuki pushes off the wall and meets him in the middle, only realizing his arms are outstretched towards him when Izuku lands in between them. He immediately squeezes him close, and Izuku tries to return the favor but his coat doesn’t let his arms bend, leaving them sticking straight out in their embrace.
Katsuki pulls back just enough to cup Izuku’s cheeks in his palms. “Are you warm enough in there?” He grins and Izuku’s arms fall back to his sides, looking like a penguin the way they rest against the large baffles at an angle.
“I am!” Izuku says happily. He eyes Katsuki’s simple cotton jacket and frowns at its lack of puffy quilting. “You must be freezing,” he says, stiffly lifting his arms to hold Katsuki’s, fucking cold apparently holy shit, cheeks in his own mitten-covered hands.
Warmth bleeds onto his face at Izuku’s touch, at Izuku’s eyes pinched in worry. He didn’t realize how cold he was, but the change in temperature burns.
Katsuki leans into Izuku’s hands. “Mhmm, not anymore.”
Izuku rubs Katsuki’s cheeks in his warm hands for a moment before reaching for his arm. “Come on, let's get you inside.” He waddles them to the door of the theater and Katsuki props it open for him to walk through.
Izuku turns around to face him, glancing down at his fingers fumbling for the zipper. “I’m so excited about the movie, Kacchan,” Izuku gushes. Katsuki watches as Izuku finally grips the zipper and opens his coat, revealing a dorky sweater vest with a smiling snowman waving his stick arm at Katsuki.
“Yeah,” Katsuki says around a grin as Izuku tries to fold his coat over his arm. It doesn’t fold. It can’t. “I've been looking forward to it. Especially since I get to spend time with your nerdy ass.”
Izuku tucks a curl behind his ear and beams up at Katsuki. “Your ass is just as nerdy as mine,” he says, snatching his hand again and walking them up to the ticket counter before Katsuki can respond. “Two tickets for the All Might Christmas Smash Special please,” Izuku says to the ticketer, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.
Little does Izuku know that Katsuki has had his card at the ready hiding in his sleeve this entire time, so when the total flashes on the screen, he intercepts and taps his card on the screen before Izuku can even read the total.
“Wha—” Izuku cuts himself off and leans in. “Shouldn’t I be the one to pay? Since I…” he raises his eyebrows in lieu of saying the obvious.
And yeah. That would be how it works normally.
But Katsuki is not about being normal these days.
“Uh…” Katsuki flounders for a second. “It’s part of the coupon,” he comes up with quickly, which totally fits, and by the way Izuku nods, makes sense. Nice.
Katsuki grabs their tickets and nods at the snack counter. “Want anything? I’m all inclusive today.”
Izuku tightens his hold on Katsuki’s arm and asks for small popcorn. Katsuki buys a large popcorn, a grape soda for them to split and two different boxes of candy because if he’s already going to be breaking the rules he’s going to do it to the max.
Like, if Shinsou found out about a single second of any of this he would be on the floor convulsing, actively shitting his pants, so Katsuki might as well make a whole event out of his date with Izuku.
They find a way to balance their treats while still being able to hold hands, making their way to the theater and then their seats in the back row. Izuku stuffs his coat in the empty seat next to him and looks at the other rows, all empty.
“I can’t believe we’re the only ones here!” he says, sounding genuinely surprised.
Katsuki believes it.
The All Might Christmas Smash Special is not a crowd favorite. So much so that when Izuku said it was playing for the first time in fifty years, Katsuki couldn’t fathom why a theater would take the financial hit. Katsuki likes it because he’s just as much an All Might fanboy as Izuku, so there's no way he’s going to miss seeing All Might saving Christmas from the clutches of All for One on the big screen. He usually gets to see it on public television on a random day in December at some ungodly hour that was left open after all the other Christmas movies that people actually watch were booked. Sitting next to Izuku in an empty theater with a lapful of snacks is way better.
He flips the arms rest between their seats up while Izuku is distracted. “People have no appreciation for the classics.”
This is already ten times better than his usual tradition. Izuku leans up against his arm, resting his chin on Katsuki’s shoulder as he looks at him through his lashes. “Thanks for coming with me, Kacchan,” he whispers, and he sounds so sincere that it makes Katsuki's heart skip a beat.
He doesn’t even bother with a nonchalant stretch as an excuse to wrap his arm around Izuku, he just does it, pulling him close to his side so they’re touching from shoulder to knee. “You ain’t gotta thank me, Deku. I’m fuckin' stoked.”
The lights in the theater go down and Izuku makes an excited noise as he gets comfortable, half in Katsuki’s lap. The classic All Might theme song starts playing and then they’re full into the story. All For One has stolen Santa’s quirk, and without it, there are no festivities or Christmas cheer. Children are crying, parents are rioting in the streets, for Santa being quirkless means he can’t enchant his reindeer and sleigh to deliver presents.
Riveting stuff.
They munch through the popcorn, fingers brushing as they both reach for handfuls at the same time. After the third time their hands bump against each other, Izuku ends up taking his handful first and pressing a piece of popcorn against Katsuki’s lips.
Which he loves so much, it immediately conditions Katsuki to believe Izuku will feed him every time his hand goes for the popcorn. With Izuku’s next handful, Katsuki opens his mouth.
Izuku tilts his head at him, but Katsuki just opens his mouth wider until Izuku places a piece of popcorn right on his tongue. He chews and swallows and opens his mouth again and Izuku’s ready with another piece.
On screen, All Might is making a promise to the people to defeat All for One and return Santa’s quirk to him, leading into a long montage of his trek to the North Pole where he gets into a bunch of shenanigans and recruits new friends he meets along the way.
Which is exactly why the All Might Christmas Smash Special was a flop. You really have to lug through a rough patch before it gets to the good part.
Katsuki adjusts himself in his seat and leans his head back, his attention piqued when Izuku goes for more popcorn. He lolls his head to the side, his eyes still on the screen and opens his mouth and waits.
And waits.
When no popcorn is fed to him, he looks over at Izuku and sees him staring right back at him with a piece of popcorn between his own lips.
Immediately interested, Katsuki shifts again, moving his full body to face Izuku, glancing down at the popcorn and then to his eyes. When Izuku leans forward just a bit, Katsuki goes for it.
It’s not a kiss, even though their lips brush together when Katsuki nabs the piece of popcorn from Izuku. Their eyes lock on one another, both pulling back once Katsuki starts chewing.
It’s the best tasting piece so far.
Katsuki doesn’t take his eyes off Izuku as he swallows. He sees every flick of his eyes as they watch his throat move and his tongue flick out to lick the salt off his bottom lip.
Another piece of popcorn, but this time Izuku is placing it in the gap between Katsuki’s lips and slowly pulling his hand away as he shifts in his seat. He leans forward as he slowly takes the popcorn from Katsuki, letting their lips linger against each other before pulling away.
Katsuki feels his fingers twitch and he forces himself to take a deep breath as he watches the lights of the movie dance across Izuku’s face, reflecting off the shine of his eyes behind his glasses and the butter on his lips.
“Izu—“ he cuts himself off, Izuku shifts in his seat to press his thighs together, distracting him for a moment as his eyes shoot straight between his legs, suddenly making him aware of his own cock chubbing up in his jeans. Katsuki licks his lips, dragging his eyes back to Izuku’s face. “Baby?”
A small noise barely makes it over the sound of All Might kicking ass but Katsuki hears it. He could pick out Izuku’s noises through a fucking monsoon if pressed. And when he whispers out a, “Kacchan,” right after, sounding sweet and desperate, Katsuki can’t keep himself from reaching over and pulling Izuku against him, their lips crashing against each other.
Having Izuku back in his arms feels warm. The weight of his body pressed up against his chest settles his heart just as much as Izuku throwing his leg over Katsuki’s lap keeps him grounded. Katsuki's hand grabs onto Izuku’s hip, squeezing, greedy in how he swallows up the little gasps and whines Izuku makes with every touch.
“Fuck,” Katsuki groans against Izuku’s lips, his hand reaching over to grab at his ass. “Come here—come on.” He pulls at Izuku’s waist until he rolls with the movement, landing in Katsuki’s lap without separating their lips.
They plaster themselves against each other immediately, Izuku rolling his hips as Katsuki pulls him down by his grip on his waist. He keeps Izuku in place as he pushes his cock upwards and can already feel the little bulge in Izuku’s pants.
Izuku wraps his arms around Katsuki’s neck, his fingers tangling in Katsuki’s hair and turning his head to slide his soft lips against him. Their tongues touch, salt bursting on his taste buds and then fading away into something just them.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whines between their lips, not pulling away enough for them to separate for more than a second. His hips twitch and he rolls his cock against Katsuki’s, making him clutch hard at Izuku’s hips, bunching up his sweater vest in his fists.
“What is it, baby?” Katsuki asks, bumping their noses together. Izuku tries to connect their lips again and Katsuki uses his grip on Izuku’s waist to keep him in place. “What do you want, huh? Isn’t this enough?” He’s teasing of course. It’s not enough, he knows it isn’t. There could never be enough of this.
He rolls his hips up, dragging the length of his cock over Izuku’s in a long slide and Izuku shakes his head, his curls bouncing before settling back into place. He places his hands on Katsuki’s chest and tries to get leverage enough to hump against Katsuki’s cock but Katsuki pulls him down until he’s sitting still in his lap.
“I want you to give it to me,” Izuku begs, sounding frustrated, almost petulant. He tugs at Katsuki’s shirt in his hands as he wiggles against Katsuki’s hold. “You’ll give it to me right, Kacchan? ‘Cause I’m your baby? You said it. You said I’m your baby, so…”
Yeah. Yeah, Katsuki did say that. And Katsuki’s a man. A big man with a big dick and big sense of right and wrong; men like that don’t go back on their word.
Katsuki backs up as far as he can in his seat and looks over Izuku, rucking up his sweater vest to get a better view of his crotch, his soft belly, his little tits. The muscles in Izuku’s tummy flutter and he bites his lip, leaning back in Katsuki’s grip showing off everything he can, just for Katsuki like a little—
Katsuki digs his thumbs into Izuku’s ribs. “How can I give my baby what he wants when I have this little slut grinding in my lap?”
A sharp gasp leaves Izuku’s lips, his hips going still, and for a split second Katsuki’s heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest.
And then Izuku’s wiggling even more, panting, trying to get his ass on Katsuki’s cock.
“Yeah, yeah,” he gasps “‘M a slut.” His breath speeds up as Katsuki keeps his eyes on him. “But I wanna be your baby, too.”
A grin breaks across Katsuki’s face. “My slutty baby,” he agrees. He pushes Izuku’s sweater vest up even further and takes the bottom of it between his fingers, pushing it past Izuku’s lips until he grabs it with his teeth. “Gotta keep you quiet,” Katsuki whispers, trailing his fingers over Izuku’s chest. His hand lands on his crotch, pressing his palm against the bulge and Izuku throws his head back, lifting the shirt up even further and framing his pink nipples. “I don’t want everyone in this theater to hear how sweet you are when you cry for cock.”
“Mmph!” Izuku shakes in Katsuki’s lap, his head dropping forward as he stares at Katsuki with tears in his eyes.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Izuku is an exhibitionist, with all of the sex they’ve had being very extremely public and all, but the confirmation sends a jolt to his cock. His baby really is slutty.
“Yeah, like that. That’s just for me,” Katsuki says. He unzips Izuku’s pants and pushes them down as far as he can in their position, and shoves his hand inside to get a grip on his cock. “But this is for everyone, isn’t it?”
Izuku groans against the fabric, his eyelids fluttering when Katsuki starts to stroke him with one hand, the other resting against Izuku’s lower back to keep him balanced. His fingers tease the waistband of Izuku’s briefs, just enough to squeeze the top of his ass, and Katsuki feels his skin break out in goosebumps.
“You like being watched?” Katsuki croons and Izuku nods right away. “I can tell, baby. You’re so fucking wet.” Katsuki strokes his cock quickly, the wet sound squelching between them loudly. “No one will be able to hear the movie over all this come.” Izuku moans, his head lolling to the side. Katsuki squeezes Izuku’s cock and his hips jolt and another gush of precome spatters over Katsuki’s fist. “But you like that. Like that all these people are watching you make a mess of yourself.”
A sob breaks through the fabric as Katsuki speeds up his strokes again. Izuku hips move with him, just tiny rolls chasing his hand. Any full thrusts would have his little cock slipping out of Katsuki's grip.
The movie blasts colors over Izuku’s soft skin. A shot of red lays over his already blushed cheeks and chest, making him pink all over.
“Touch your chest,” Katsuki demands. He sounds breathless, feels it too when Izuku pushes his pecs together. “Your nipples. Fuck, baby. Play with your nipples. Put on a show for us like a good little slut.”
“Mmm, mmhmm, mmmhph—“ Izuku’s muffled whines are loud as he starts to pinch and roll his nipples between his fingers. He leans against Katsuki’s hand on his back and sticks out his chest even further. His fingers tug at his nipples hard and Katsuki catches himself panting, licking his lips and catching a line of drool almost escaping the corner of his mouth.
He’s fucking gorgeous. Katsuki can’t believe he gets to see this, that he gets Izuku whining and grinding on his lap for an invisible audience, following all of his instructions so perfectly. All of his noises send a jolt to Katsuki’s cock where he throbs in his jeans, trying to get the smallest about of relief from dragging Izuku’s forward so he can fuck his cock against his ass.
It almost hurts more than it feels good, but with the show Izuku’s putting on, even the sharp friction of his jeans against his wet cock in his boxers gets the wires crossed just enough to keep him chasing Izuku’s hole through his pants.
“Doing so good, baby. You’re bein’ so pretty for everybody,” Katsuki praises. His fingers slip further down Izuku’s briefs and grab a handful of his ass. “I know they want to fuck you, but you’re not gonna let them are you?” Izuku groans and shakes his head, shifting in Katsuki’s lap, sticking his ass out in Katsuki’s grip. “This, is just for me.” Katsuki squeezes his ass and Izuku nods, his eyes big and teary.
Izuku starts shifting his hips with Katsuki, bouncing in his lap and matching his pace as he keeps playing with his nipples, drooling a wet patch into the fabric of sweater vest that Katsuki gets to see every time the movie flashes white. His moans get louder, quicker as Katsuki tugs at his cock. He can feel Izuku’s thighs clench around his own and knows he must be close.
Katsuki presses his thumb against Izuku’s slit and he cries out. “You gonna come all over yourself? Gonna come in front of all of these people?” Katsuki taunts.
The light from the movie screen shines blue, reflecting off a tear that slides down the side of Izuku’s face and Katsuki sits up enough to lick it off of his cheek. He kisses the corner of his eye and licks up another tear as soon as it falls.
“Show them all how good my slutty baby is,” Katsuki whispers in Izuku’s ear. “Show them how good your Kacchan makes you feel, sweetheart.” He feels Izuku shake, can hear his muffled groans and hot breath against his cheek. Then he tenses, his head falling back as he grits his teeth in the fabric of his shirt, shooting his load in the palm of Katsuki’s hand and making a mess of his briefs with sticky strings of come. “Fuck yeah, just like that baby. You’re coming so much—”
Izuku moans high in his throat. His cock twitches between Katsuki’s fingers, his come makes his fist glide even smoother, wetter, louder. It sounds just as wet as it feels and Katsuki is mesmerized as he watches Izuku fall apart in his lap. The shirt falls out of his mouth and the sweetest noises spill from him. Hurt little sounds of too much pleasure that have Katsuki cursing under his breath as he works Izuku through his orgasm.
“Ka—unfff, ah… Kacchan…” he moans, falling forward into Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki gives him a couple more strokes before pulling his hand out of Izuku’s pants and shoving it straight into his own.
“Shit.” Katsuki gets his hand around himself and immediately sets a fast pace. Izuku’s come slicks the way along with his own gracious amount of precome that has his cock drenched.
Izuku lifts his head just enough to peer down at Katsuki jacking his cock between them. “Lemme help…” he slurs as he starts to reach for him.
Katsuki shakes his head. “Kiss me,” he gasps. “Just kiss me.”
Izuku presses their lips together and it’s exactly what he needs. Katsuki kisses desperately against Izuku who just lets it happen, still sluggish from his orgasm. He opens his mouth for Katsuki, and he pushes his tongue inside, sliding it against Izuku’s slick with drool.
Another devastating bounce of Izuku’s ass against his cock has Katsuki choking out a moan and spilling in his boxers.
“Hahhhh—” he breathes out against Izuku's lips, his eyes rolling back. His hips thrust up, jolting Izuku off balance. His lips skate across Katsuki’s cheek, open mouthed as he breathes right next to Katsuki’s ear, making his eyelids flutter and more come shoot out of his cock.
Everything is warm and soft and heavy, Izuku an all encompassing force that makes him alight with feeling. Katsuki’s hand starts to slow down and then he stops stroking his cock, keeping his hand in his pants to keep the copious amount of come contained.
It’s a fucking wreck in there.
“Mmmm,” Izuku buried himself in Katsuki’s neck at some point, still making little noises, his hips making tiny movements ever so often. It feels like heaven.
A sticky, nasty, come filled heaven where thick twinks make you come hard in public on the regular.
So yeah. Heaven.
Katsuki flops his head to the side and rests it on Izuku’s, his curls soft and sweet smelling. He doesn’t want to move. Katsuki wants Izuku to spread himself out on him even more.
This isn’t the first time that Izuku has ignited something in Katsuki’s chest, his heart flickering like a flame. It whips and shutters, licks at his ribs and cheeks as Izuku sits up in his lap as if chasing its source of life. Their eyes meet and he feels the flame flare until his chest is filled with enough warmth he starts to burn. He must be glowing; all this fire under his skin.
It hurts.
Katsuki never wants it to be put out.
A piece of chocolate appears over Izuku’s head and Katsuki leans forward to nab it with his lips.
After cleaning up as much as they could with napkins from the snack bar, Katsuki settled Izuku between his legs, his back resting against Katsuki's chest as the rest of the movie plays out.
Katsuki has a perfect view of Izuku’s profile. He gets to watch all of Izuku’s facial expressions, every time his eyes go wide when All Might appears on screen, or his pink lips still swollen from their kisses dropping open when a fight breaks out. But his favorite is watching him mouth along with the dialogue.
Because he has it memorized. All of it. Like a nerd.
He’s perfect. It was already a fact, but Izuku just keeps solidifying it over and over again.
“Ha ha!” All Might shouts as he attaches the harness strapped over his chest to Santa’s sleigh. “Don’t worry Nick. Let your little deer with his nose so bright rest, and let me, All Might, guide your sleigh tonight.”
Izuku’s lips move with All Might’s final line and then spread into a smile. With a flourish, All Might takes flight with Santa in his sleigh trailing behind across the screen, and the credits start to roll.
Katsuki squeezes Izuku in his arms before he can even think about getting up. He rests his chin on Izuku’s shoulder and Izuku’s nose bumps against Katsuki's cheek when he turns his head to get a look at him.
“That was so good,” Izuku says happily. His smile is bright even in the dim lights of the theater. “Did you like it, Kacchan?”
There is no way for Katsuki to properly articulate how this particular watch of the All Might Christmas Smash Special will forever be Katsuki’s number one media viewing experience, solely because of Izuku. And not just because of the great sex.
Which was great.
But being by Izuku’s side is something Katsuki enjoys in every way. Izuku is all Katsuki thinks about, together or apart, and the more time they spend together makes Katsuki desperate for another moment.
“Yeah,” Katsuki answers, a truly underwhelming response to all of the intense thoughts and feelings currently whirling around in his guts. “It was fuckin’ great. The North Pole Smash is the best.”
Izuku’s eyes light up. “It’s in my top five favorite smashes. Everyone always forgets about it.” Izuku rests his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, leaning back in his arms. “When I was a little, all the kids would make snowmen or have snowball fights during winter break, but I would go around and North Pole Smash.”
“That’s cute as fuck,” Katsuki says through a grin. “All I did was jump off stuff so I could land like—” Katsuki hunches over, moving one hand to the middle of the chair between their legs, and sticking his other arm behind himself at an angle. “I thought I was so cool.”
Izuku giggles, grabbing Katsuki’s hands to wrap back around his middle. “If I saw you do that, I would have thought you were the coolest kid in the world.”
Katsuki scoffs. “I’ll do it right now.” Izuku laughs harder and it makes Katsuki grin through his pout. “I mean it. I’ll jump off one of these chairs and be the coolest kid you’ve ever seen—”
Izuku’s hands come up and grab Katsuki’s cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulls away before Katsuki’s eyes even have a chance to close.
“You already are the coolest,” he says and it makes Katsuki’s cheeks burn.
“Ahem.”
Izuku drops his hands from Katsuki’s face and they turn to see an usher with a broom and dustpan watching them with an unimpressed look. The credits finished rolling and the full lights are back on, exposing Izuku and Katsuki to an actual audience this time.
“Oh geez,” Izuku squeaks, pulling away from Katsuki's arms and grabbing his coat along with their leftover treats. Katsuki picks up the rest and grabs Izuku’s hand, ignoring the usher as he marches them out of the theater. “How much do you think they saw?” Izuku asks. He has his free hand pressed against one of his pink cheeks.
Katsuki tosses their garbage away and then snatches Izuku’s coat, holding it open for him to slip into. “Nothing they haven’t seen before.” Izuku gets both arms in his coat and Katsuki pulls the zipper up for him. “I mean, they missed the actual crazy shit we were doin’ in there so…”
Izuku makes an embarrassed noise and tries to cover his face with his hands but his coat keeps him from getting anywhere close to his face, leaving his arms sticking straight out.
Katsuki puts on his own jacket and then steps between his arms, fixing the hood of Izuku’s coat so it lays flat on his back. He catches Izuku frowning and feels his lips pulling into a frown to match. “What’s this about?” he asks, rubbing his thumb at the corner of Izuku’s mouth.
“Don’t you have a proper winter coat, Kacchan?”
Katsuki glances down at his jacket. He’s had it since he started college and wears it just as much in the spring as he does in winter, so it’s not technically a proper winter coat like Izuku said. “I… uh…”
“It’s important to be prepared for when the seasons change,” Izuku presses on, his forehead scrunching in his seriousness. “It’s easy to forget just how much you’ll be affected by the cold, but you shouldn’t let yourself get used to it.” Izuku’s fingers tug at his sleeves and he can feel it through the thin fabric almost like there's nothing there separating the touch in the first place. He looks up at Katsuki through his long lashes, blinking up at him in that cute teasing way of his that makes Katsuki want to drop to his knees and give him whatever he wants. “You want to be warm, don’t you, Kacchan?”
“You warm me up just fine.” It doesn’t sound like the joke he’s trying to make and Izuku tilts his head at him.
Like a centimeter, but Katsuki gets the gesture regardless.
“I know we didn’t make plans for after the movie, so if you don’t want to it’s totally okay, but if you want… I could… we could… go shopping?” Izuku asks.
Oh. That’s… that’s so nice.
Izuku is so nice.
“Yeah,” Katsuki croaks. He clears his throat and nods. “I’d fuckin' love that.”
Spending more time with him is an easy decision as much as it is a gift in itself.
With their hands clasped together, they make their way out of the theater and go shop for Katsuki’s first proper winter coat since college.
They pick out a knee length overcoat. It’s slate gray and made of wool, and when Izuku tells him how handsome he looks in it, Katsuki feels so, so warm.
The following weekend they go to a café.
“Aahh! Kacchan… hnngg—”
They go to a bathroom that is located inside a café.
After coat shopping with Izuku, he asked if he could use another one of the coupons to book Katsuki for a café date and Katsuki was so excited about the idea that they ended up planning it all out then and there.
Katsuki wore his new coat and then Izuku showed up wearing another one of his cute sweaters paired with these insane jeans that looked like he was melted down, poured into, and then hardened back into the thick thighed twink of Katsuki’s dreams.
Katsuki knows this intimately because getting them down took the finagling of a lifetime and even then, he only managed to wiggle them down past the curve of Izuku’s ass.
Which is all he needs anyway, so no worries needed.
And with a hand on each of Izuku’s cheeks, spreading them open so he can get his mouth on his hole, there isn’t a worry to be had. Truly head empty.
“Knew your ass was sweet,” he rasps, kissing his way to the meat of his ass. He bites down and Izuku yelps, his legs shaking. “Can’t believe it took me this long to get a taste.”
He sucks on his rim, dragging the flat of his tongue over his hole, releasing with wet sound so loud, it echoes off the stall doors.
Izuku whines, his head tipping back. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here—aahh!”
Katsuki buries himself back in between Izuku’s cheeks, grunting a pleased sound against his hole, his tongue pushing inside. He squeezes his hold on Izuku’s ass, pushes up and out and gets even deeper. He could live in this ass.
“Couldn’t help myself when you came in here lookin’ like this.” Katsuki leaves a wet kiss on Izuku’s hole, readjusting his grip to spread him even more. “With all of this.”
His chin presses up against Izuku’s taint, wet from the spit pouring out of his wide open mouth. It makes Izuku twitch forward in little aborted thrusts before pushing back against Katsuki’s mouth again.
Izuku slams a clenched fist against the stall door. “Umph~nghh—godddd—” Katsuki pulls back to leave long licks over his hole, his thumbs spreading him open at the crease where his ass meets thigh. He presses kisses against his balls, sucks them into his mouth and Izuku moans, “Fuckin’ get it, Kacchan, fuck.”
Katsuki moans around his mouthful, tongue licking over Izuku’s balls. He squeezes Izuku’s ass in his hands and pushes up until Izuku’s crying out, balancing on the tips of his toes. More drool pours out of the sides of Katsuki’s mouth and he sucks harder.
“Kacchan, I’m gonna come,” Izuku says through heaving breaths. He reaches a hand behind himself and clutches at Katsuki’s hair. “You’re—mmm fuck, aahh, ah, gonna come—”
Katsuki lets Izuku’s balls fall out of his mouth, leaving a long wet lick from his taint back to his hole.
“Come for Kacchan, baby.”
And he does. Biting into his hand to muffle his scream, he comes hard with Katsuki’s tongue dragging against his insides, hips thrusting up against the stall door.
It’s beautiful, and just for Katsuki.
Winter is hitting hard and the streets are barren. Everyone is cozied up at home to avoid the snow or enjoying pastries and hot chocolate at a late night café.
Which is great news for Katsuki who has Izuku pushed up against a brick wall in an alleyway, little risk of someone walking by and catching a glimpse.
It started off with a walk along the river, hot tea in paper cups keeping them warm, and then they took a turn down a street that was temptingly empty. Izuku stopped their stroll at the entrance to the side street, peering down the length of it before turning to Katsuki and telling him:
“I’m wearing a plug.”
And now Katsuki’s got Izuku’s legs wrapped around his waist, fat ass in his hands, and his cock fucking into Izuku’s hole pushed up against a wall. Izuku’s wearing his puffer jacket again. It’s perfect for cushioning his back against the hard brick and makes the slide of their chests smooth and easy.
His curls bounce every time Katsuki fucks back inside. The snow dusting his hair shakes off into the air around them. “How do you do it, huh?” Katsuki asks. He watches as a snowflake lands on the tip of Izuku’s nose and melts from the blush heating his skin.
“Wha-wha—ah—what do you…” he doesn’t finish what he was trying to ask but his mouth stays open, his hot breath visible in the cold air.
Katsuki jostles his body up and squeezes his ass, dropping him on his cock and meeting him with an upwards thrust. Fuck, Izuku feels just as good as the last time. Feels even better with the biting cold around him, his cock surrounded by Izuku’s tight heat.
“How you make me lose it like this,” Katsuki answers anyway. Izuku’s hands tighten around where they are wrapped around Katsuki’s neck. He tips his head back, his mouth freeing from the collar of his puffer jacket.
“You too,” he gasps. “You make me crazy, Kacchan. Never done anything like this before.”
Katsuki lets out a breathy chuckle. “Not sure I believe that. You dragged me down here so easy, like you do it all the time.”
Izuku tosses his head back and forth. “Nuh—noooo, I don’t, I promise.” His glasses slip down his nose and Katsuki gets a good look at his misty, tearfilled eyes.
“Slutty just for me?” Katsuki asks and Izuku moans, eyes going wide.
He gasps and chokes on his words. “For, Kacchan,” he gets out, his fingers digging into the back of Katsuki’s neck. “I’m a slut for Kacchan. For Kacchan’s cock—uhhnn—want it all the time~”
Katsuki groans, sliding his cock out slowly and shoving it back in, hitting the spot that makes Izuku shake in his arms.
“That’s right. Just for me. Perfect, slutty baby all needy for me. Perfect little hole made for me, made to take my cock just like this.” The words tumble past his tongue and Izuku clenches tight around him. “Fuck. Like that, baby. Feels so good when you squeeze my cock. Tryin’ to keep me inside?”
Izuku drops his hips along with Katsuki’s movements and makes each thrust just that much deeper, moans and gasps pushed out of him every time his ass meets the base of Katsuki’s cock. “Inside. Inside—wan’ it, oh–wan’ it inside, please…”
“Shit—” Izuku might be answering his question but Katsuki’s balls deep in his ass, drunk off the feel of his cock wrapped up in a tight hole and all he can think about is coming deep inside of him. Izuku dripping with his come. Needing to shove the plug back inside of him just to keep it from leaking down his legs. Keeping him slicked up just to bend him over again and fuck in another load.
Katsuki is going to have to figure out a sexy way to pitch the clinic for their next date.
“Gonna come inside you, baby,” Katsuki whispers. He pushes Izuku against the wall and kisses him, lips moving desperate over each other. “You ready for me? Want my come? Want me to come in this slutty hole?”
Izuku whines between the press of their lips, breaks away to cry out, “Yessss. Want it! Come inside, come inside—”
Their mouths crash together, open and panting into eachother as Katsuki’s hips speed up, fucking hard agaisnt Izuku’s prostate. He spasms in his hold with every thrust, his tongue sliding against Katsuki’s as he’s fucked into the wall.
He comes with a moan, gorgeous, shaky like he’s falling apart, pushed into Katsuki’s throat as Katsuki fills the condom, grinding hard like he’s actually painting Izuku’s insides.
Izuku gasps and holds onto Katsuki’s face with his mittened hands. “Oh, Kacchan…” he whimpers against his lips. “Feels warm…”
And pressing Izuku up against a wall, ass out in below freezing temperatures, Katsuki can’t help but agree.
It’s been a little over a month of dates. A month of spending time with the sweetest, cutest, kindest man Katsuki’s ever met, becoming more and more smitten with his smile, his laugh, his sparkling eyes, and smokin’ hot bod.
It’s been a month of the hottest and wildest sex Katsuki’s ever had.
He got his degree in finance, works as a date for hire, but he’s feeling pretty convinced he should be writing for a sex and dating column in a magazine.
Before Izuku he had never had public sex, and now it’s like, all he does.
From the way he has been fucking his away across town, Katsuki’s got some hot tips and it’s starting to feel unfair that he’s the only one who knows about the café with bathrooms you can lock and staff that don’t get concerned when you leave your table for ten minutes to eat ass, or how the street between that new onigiri shop and his favorite curry place don’t have doors leading into the alley on the west side, only the east.
Maybe something like: Top 10 Places to Make Your Twink Scream in Public (but not too loud!)
Standing in the front of the office window watching snow fall from the sky, Katsuki sighs loudly for the umpteenth time since he arrived at the office.
Things are good. They are. It’s just…
He can’t get a read on Izuku. Which is a wild statement since Izuku wears every emotion and feeling the second he experiences it on his beautiful face. But Katsuki has been werking it. He’s done everything except outright confess to Izuku, because he can’t, and even then he’s come pretty damn close.
They have fun on their dates, they talk the entire time they are together, about their days, their pasts, their dreams, their likes and dislikes and wants for the future. Izuku continues to book him and they’ve even exchanged numbers so they can message outside of NecRomance’s messaging system.
Katsuki’s heart almost took flight out of his chest when he saw how Izuku saved his contact as Kacchan☀️
“What’s with the sun?” he asked, looking over Izuku’s shoulder while he saved Izuku’s contact in his own phone.
“Oh,” Izuku had mumbled shyly, pushing up his glasses. “It… feels like you.”
Katsuki’s face flooded with warmth. “The sun?”
Izuku blinked up at him with a soft smile. “Yeah.”
When Katsuki asked him to explain, Izuku refused to answer, just giggled and batted his lashes as if that would distract Katsuki and make him forget what he was asking.
Which it did. Fuck.
Katsuki knows about his own feelings. Izuku isn’t just a job, and it’s not just about the sex. None of this has been just anything since he first saw Izuku standing outside of his high school, glowing from the light of the moon and making Katsuki feel things. And stuff. Things and stuff he swore he wouldn’t let himself feel again.
But all of this dating, transactional as it is, is really starting to fuck with him. Every time he thinks there's a moment of something more, that this like is mutual, Katsuki extends his arm over the line that separates them, silent but offering, but Izuku doesn’t take it. He keeps coming back for more, but doesn’t ask for more.
Because maybe Izuku likes Katsuki but doesn’t like Katsuki. Maybe Izuku likes these boundaries and Katsuki is risking losing it all by acting the way he is, all desperate and clingy.
Oh fuck, that must be it. He’s reading it all wrong, all the looks, the touches, their shared vulnerability, the sweet whispers of Kacchan.
The sun.
Katsuki sighs again, resting his forehead against the cold glass of the window. He doesn’t know why he let himself get this far gone. He knows better. That people don’t like him like that—for anything more. Katsuki has always been a short term fling. A fleeting moment. An arm to be on. No one wants him by their side, and now he’s here, projecting his interest on Izuku which is fucked up.
Izuku wants to hire him for dates because he’s a bit lonely after his breakup and needed to show up to some events with a date. And yeah, they have good sex, great sex, and sometimes lose track of time just looking into each other's eyes, and sometimes Izuku holds his hand and plays with Katsuki’s fingers, but that doesn’t mean they have to date for real about it.
Katsuki needs to chill out. It’s not that serious. He’s being too much.
The back of his eyes sting and he clenches them closed, clearing his suddenly scratchy throat. He’s fine. Things are… fine. He just needs to take a step back and not come on so strong.
“It seemed to be going good for a while, but if he’s left on his own for too long he gets all like…” Denki’s voice travels over the cubicle wall and Katsuki sighs for a different reason.
“It’s ‘cause of Deku again, isn’t it?” Mina’s voice now because of course. “Yesterday, he pointed at my pothos plant, which is longer than a boa constrictor and my baby, and said that Deku’s eyes were greener.” Katsuki makes a face to himself, because yeah he said that and it’s true. He hears her hands slap against something like she threw her arms up and didn’t care where they landed. “Like, what? The color green is a competition or something?”
“Deku? Wait, that’s still going on?”
Katsuki shoots up from his slouch at Kirishima’s voice joining the conversation. Really?
“Yo, shitty hair what the fuck?” Katsuki shouts over the wall.
It’s quiet for a beat until the squeak of a desk chair makes him wince. The chair makes its way around the corner revealing Kirishima sitting, legs spread wide so Mina and Denki can each have their own thigh to perch on.
“You’re gonna break that chair with all of that stupid in your lap,” Katsuki grumbles, then narrows his eyes. “No, wait. That chair is just gonna break holding all of that stupid. All of you.”
“Nope!” Denki shouts. He crosses his arms. “You can’t just amend your insult.”
Oh great. Now Katsuki can’t even make fun of people right anymore. What shit his emotional state must be for that comment to bring that stinging sensation back to his eyes.
“Hey! Don’t be like that, Denks,” Kirishima tuts, jostling Denki a bit on his thigh. “You can give Bakubro another chance.” He looks up at Katsuki and gives his classic full shark smile. “He deserves it.”
Throat suddenly swollen like he’s having an allergic reaction, Katsuki sniffs, trying to suck back in any scraps of emotion that managed to escape onto his face.
“I do?” He asks, sounding watery, unsure.
“Oh for sure, bro.” Kirishima nods, enthusiastic as always. He gives a thumbs up from where his hand peeks out from around Mina’s back. “I believe in you. You’re going to nail it next time.”
Yeah.
Yeah.
Kirishimas’s right. Katsuki just needs another chance. All he needs to do is show Izuku that Katsuki could be the one for him. And fuck, Katsuki’s going to do it so right next time. He just needs to figure out the best way to tell Izuku without telling Izuku that he uh, likes him so much. That there really is no other green that matches the beauty of his eyes, or how the softness of his curls goes unmatched, or how when they’re apart, Katsuki yearns to hear Izuku mumble about what excites him or whisper to him what feels good, so much so that he swears he hears it anyway.
He nods at himself and then again at his friends. “I’m gonna fucking kill it.”
“Yeah!” Kirishima shouts excitedly, always down to cheer someone on, ignoring, but most likely not clocking Mina and Denki giving each other the side eye.
“He’s not even going to see it coming,” Katsuki adds, turning back to the window and placing a hand on the glass.
“Uhhh…” Denki’s voice comes from behind him but Katsuki ignores it.
“Baku babe,” Mina’s voice joins in, high pitched and thin. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Katsuki looks over his shoulder, his lips stretched into a smile, so soft in its hopefulness that his friends gasp in surprise when they see it. “You’ll find out later.”
“Can’t wait!” Kirishima says happily, squeezing Denki and Mina to his sides.
“I don’t think we’re talking about the same biscuits here,” Denki tacks on quickly.
“Yeah, yeah, what Sparky said,” Mina agrees, trying to wiggle out of Kirishima’s grasp. “What are you planning on doing to Deku?”
“Nothing I hope.” Suddenly Shinsou’s voice joins the fray and Mina groans. They all turn to look at him as he makes his way from the kitchen to their office standoff. “Nothing but wait for another request properly documented in the system.” He places his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and squeezes. “Isn’t that right, everyone.”
“Oh geez, this guy.”
“You know it, boss!”
“Fuckin’ whatever…”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Excellent. I’m always at my happiest when we’re legally compliant and aligned.” He pats Katsuki’s shoulder and he shrugs it off, cutting him a devastating glare that Shinsou just smirks at. “Since the core team is mostly here, Eijirou, I assume you can answer for Hanta, who’s working over the holidays?”
Three sighs in varying levels of dreaminess come from the trio in the chair.
“I’ll be working,” Denki says coyly, his hands coming down to smooth out his pants on his thighs is a slow slide. “I’m trying really hard for that promotion.” He winks at Shinsou who hides his blush behind his coffee cup.
“Momo is flying us to Bali to a private beach,” she says happily and then her expression shifts to something fierce. “And if there is one moment that I am interrupted from being buried face first in her private beach, I will lose it. Lose it.”
“Noted,” Shinsou mumbles, nodding towards Kirishima.
“Shouto is introducing Hanta and I to his family, outside of his dad, for the first time!” He wiggles in his seat like he can’t contain his excitement, sending Mina and Denki off balance and stumbling off his lap. “I’d say call us if you need us, but we won’t be in town so it’s not like we can take any requests.”
“You’ll be around though, right?” Shinsou turns to Katsuki. “The big Bakugou Christmas party? Your mom sent Denks and I an invite,” he says annoyingly, with an equally annoying grin.
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”
“I already told your mom I was sorry Hanta and I couldn’t come, but tell her again for me so I can sleep tonight?” Kirishima asks, his hands clasped together.
“It’s not like she’s holding it against you,” Katsuki grumbles. “You’re the son she never had.”
Mina’s face scrunches up. “You’re literally her one and only son?”
“Yeah, but like,” Denki gestures at Kirishima like, look at him, "It's Eijirou. He’s the ideal son. If my kid doesn’t turn out like that, I’m shoving them back in until they do.”
“Shove them up where?”
As they argue the feasibility of Denki giving birth and then the process of re-birthing, Katsuki’s personal phone starts to buzz in his pocket. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen, and in big letters sees: Deku 🐇
“Katsuki,” Shinsou growls loudly, close enough to his ear that Katsuki knows he can see over his shoulder. “Why is Deku bunny emoji calling you on your personal phone?”
And Katsuki will give it to his friends, those freaks, because in the end, they really do got his back.
“Hey boss man!” Mina shouts, her hands coming from behind where Kirishima is still seated in the desk chair. “Look at me! I’m committing an HR violation!” She grabs his shirt and lifts it up to his neck, his massive chest bouncing free.
“Oh my god… guys,” Kirishima blushes, his hands coming up to cover his face.
Shinsou spares a look for a moment, and then another, before turning back to Katsuki.
“Honey!” Denki runs over and grabs Shinsou’s face, “Kiss me!” and plants their lips together forcefully enough that Shinsou stumbles backwards, letting out an umph!
Katsuki takes the win, sending a thumbs up to Mina who salutes back at him with one hand, the other still keeping Kirishima exposed.
“Hey, baby,” Katsuki answers the phone, taking long strides to the front door.
He’s stepping into the hallway when he hears Shinsou screech, “Baby?!” and Katsuki slams the door behind himself, scurrying down the hall.
“I’m so sorry to call like this… oh, I really should have texted you and asked first. It’s just… I got some news and you’re the first person I thought to call.“
“Don’t be sorry,” Katsuki interrupts him. He ducks behind a corner near a commune of vending machines and tucks himself between a pair of them. “Whats going on? Everything okay?”
“Technically, yes,” Izuku answers. He takes a breath, his exhale loud in Katsuki’s ear. “Physically? I'm fine.“
Best believe.
“But, okay I’m just gonna say it. And feel free to say no please okay? It's a huge ask… it’s crazy actually… I shouldn’t even...“
Izuku starts mumbling faster and Katsuki starts to lose track of what he’s saying. “Hey, hey. I want you to tell me, whatever it is. I got you, remember? Always.”
There's a pause and then Izuku sniffles. “Okay.” He takes another deep breath. “If you don’t have plans… would you be available for a three day date over Christmas?”
Katsuki’s arm shoots out, his palm landing on the vending machine in front of him so he doesn’t collapse to the ground because someone stole all of his bones. “Ye—“
“What am I saying! Of course you have plans! It’s Christmas!”
“I don’t!” He does.
“But—“ Izuku splutters for a moment. “But what about your family?”
“Christmas is barely even a thing for us.” Katsuki lies immediately. Because it’s a thing. Christmas is such a thing for the Bakugou’s. “They won’t even know I’m gone.”
Somewhere in the back of his mind an alarm starts blaring, screaming BAKUGOU KATSUKI YOU LYING BRAT so loud in a voice that sounds so much like his mom he peeks out from his hiding spot just to make sure she hasn’t materialized in his place of work.
“I can do it,” Katsuki says firmly, physically flipping off the metaphysical presence of his mother once he’s hidden again. “I want to do it.”
It’s quiet for so long that Katsuki takes his phone from his ear to check that the call hasn’t dropped. Izuku’s contact photo smiles back at him behind a number counting up and Katsuki runs his thumb over it. It’s such a cute photo. When Izuku sent it to him Katsuki stared at it for at least an hour and kept opening up his contact to look at it throughout the night and then again in the morning. Even now he can’t keep his—“Really?” Izuku’s voice finally comes through and Katsuki fumbles his phone to get it back to his ear. “Are you serious?”
“So serious. I’m fuckin’ there.” Katsuki doubles down.
Izuku sighs loudly, his relief palpable over the phone. “Oh my god, thank you,” he gushes. “I was supposed to bring my ex boyfriend to Christmas but then he became… my ex, and I was fine with showing up alone, I really was! But I just found out that my cousin is bringing two people and now…” Izuku trails off.
Katsuki finds himself nodding along and then holding his breath waiting for Izuku to finish his sentence. “And now…?”
“And now, I thought… I have you.”
Katsuki’s head thunks against the vending machine in front of him. His arm comes around the side of it in a hug. “You do. You have me,” he croaks. The machine's cooling system turns on and starts to hum and Katsuki squeezes it harder. “I’m so glad you called me, baby.”
“…You are?” Izuku whispers.
“I am. I really am. Don’t worry about a thing, okay?”
“Okay. Yes,” Izuku sounds determined and Katsuki can imagine him nodding, his curls bouncing, his brows furrowed, his lips pink and pouty. “Thank you, Kacchan. I’m so grateful. I’ll put in a request in the app—“
“You know what,” Katsuki interrupts Izuku as he removes himself from his embrace with the vending machine, “don’t worry about that actually. I’ll do it on the uh, backend." Katsuki cringes. He's lying, But he’ll be damned before Izuku pays for anything. “Because it’s a holiday. It's uh, like a whole different process so…”
“Oh that makes sense!”
“Yeah?“ Katsuki looks around himself in surprise, “Uh… great, that’s great!”
“I’ll text you the dates and then maybe we can have a call and go over all the details?”
“Or we could meet up?” Katsuki asks, hopeful.
“I don’t know about that, Kacchan…” Izuku trails off.
Katsuki’s heart sinks. “No like pressure or whatever,” he says quickly. He tugs at his hair, feels his face twist.
“I just mean that there’s a lot to go over and…” Izuku’s voice gets softer, a slight tease to it, “we might get distracted.”
Katsuki collapses against the wall in relief and angles the receiver to the ceiling milliseconds before a noise that he didn’t even know his vocal chords could conjure up escapes his throat.
He matches Izuku’s tease, “Yeah, baby? Won’t be able to focus if I’m there with you?”
“Mmm, I was thinking that you’d be the one who couldn’t focus.” Izuku giggles. “I always end up in your lap somehow, Kacchan.”
“You know I love having your sweet ass—“
He cuts himself off when a door slams open from a few feet away, and then a pair of footsteps start coming down the hallway near his hiding spot.
Katsuki laughs and lowers his voice. “You got me forgetting where I am. I can’t be talking like this at work.”
“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t realize—“
“Don’t be sorry,” Katsuki says. “But maybe we can pick this up later? Tonight?”
Izuku lets out a breathy sigh and it tickles Katsuki's ear through the speaker. “Yes, please.”
“Baby,” Katsuki groans. “You’re killing me.”
“Okay, okay,” Izuku giggles again, changing his tone to something less teasing. “Goodbye, Kacchan.”
“Bye, Deku.” Katsuki waits until Izuku hangs up like the sap he is before shoving his phone in his pocket and breaking out into a victory dance, stomping his feet in quick steps and punching the air.
“Damn, Baku,” Sero's voice interrupts his celebratory jig, freezing Katsuki midstep. He cracks open a can of coffee, and he somehow does it smugly. “I’ve never seen you so hung up on someone. They must be pretty special to have you dancing.”
Oh fuck. He’s never going to hear the end of this. Especially if Sero blabs about this to everyone else.
“S’nothin,” Katsuki mumbles. He runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it in the reflection of the vending machine he was hugging. “Was just…” there really isn’t an excuse for what he was doing. “It’s important to move during the workday. Dunce face said—“
“You are not about to quote Denks right now,” Sero interrupts him with a laugh. “Holy shit, dude. You’re down bad.”
“Just… just don’t say anything. To anyone, okay? It's not...“ he runs his hand through his hair again and messes up what he just fixed. “I’m figuring it out.”
Sero quirks an eyebrow at him, his face no longer teasing him with a smirk. “Yeah of course. I won’t say anything.”
Katsuki lets out a breath, far bigger than he realized he was holding.
“Hey…” Sero walks up to him and puts a hand on his shoulder. It's grounding in a way that Katsuki didn’t know he needed. “You good?”
Katsuki opens his mouth to answer, to say something like mind you’re own fucking business, but nothing comes out.
Because no. No, Katsuki doesn’t think he’s good. What Katsuki feels stuck in this transactional relationship. Izuku seems to be enjoying their status as friends, even though they aren’t actually friends because Katsuki’s working, and they also have sex which is not part of the payment to him but to anyone else would they be able to tell the difference? Not like he's been charging Izuku lately which is its own giant can of worms. Fuck, they really should talk about everything because Katsuki doesn’t know if he can keep doing just this for… what? Forever? Or worse: not forever.
And then there's all the risk he’s putting on NecRomance and could totally be screwing over everything they’ve all built and—and he hasn’t been able to talk to anyone about what’s going on or about his feelings or about work, about Izuku. It’s all just been building up and up.
“I—“ Katsuki looks up at Sero and his mouth snaps shut. He doesn’t know what to say.
So he doesn’t say anything and flips Sero off instead. It must look pretty ridiculous with his hands shaking and without his usual glare, but Sero backs off regardless.
“Okay, man, sure.” Sero takes his hand off Katsuki’s shoulder and steps back, making room for Katsuki to head back down the hall to their office. “We’ll be here when you need us,” Sero says just loud enough for him to hear along with his quick escape.
Whatever that means. Because Katsuki isn’t going to need them for anything. All he has to do is find a way to get Izuku to fall for him. And have Izuku say it.
Katsuki feels his heart clench in an ache; cold.
Just because it’s never happened before doesn’t mean it can’t happen this time.