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it was getting annoying. really fucking annoying.
katsuki and izuku were extremely close after the war. they were never away from each others side, no matter what.
izuku also had nightmares. a lot of them. all the time. they more often than not consisted of izuku having to relive the sight of bakugo heart being replaced with a hole in his chest. yet in izukus nightmares, katsuki never comes back to him.
so naturally, katsuki helped him through all of them. they went through trial and error, exhausting all of their options to try and make the nightmares stop. however, the only thing that seemed to work was izuku sleeping in katsukis dorm with his hand over the scar on his chest. it reminded izuku that katsukis heart was still beating and intact. that it was still there.
however, the solution posed some issues. izuku sneaking in and out of katsukis dorm every day proved to be a pain in the fucking ass.
they both knew that if izuku was ever caught sneaking in and out of katsukis dorm every day, the were either looking at consequences with the school, or an unwavering amount of teasing.
unfortunately for them, it turned out to be the latter.
izuku needed to wake up earlier than normal — by that he meant 4 in the fucking morning — to pack for their school trip later that day.
it wasn’t necessarily a vacation, per say, but more like a “it’s been a year since the war ended, let’s celebrate” type of trip.
yayorozu and hagakure had begged aizawa-sensei for a couple weeks before the geezer finally gave in. he explained to the class the next day that they would all be taking a trip to sendai for a week.
anyways, izuku had forgotten to pack his bags the night before, so he had to leave katsukis room earlier in order to pack.
and with him being exhausted, the fucking nerd didn’t think about the fact that the other shitty extras would be awake too, so he just stumbled put of katsukis room, looking absolutely fucking wrecked.
izukus hair was thoroughly fucked up, his shirt was on backwards, sweatpants wrinkled. he looked like he had just gotten the dicking of his life.
and he had waltzed out of katsukis room looking like that. now, katsuki didn’t necessarily stop izuku from walking out, but katsuki was also half asleep (and also maybe mourning the loss of comfort izuku brought him, but nobody had to know that part).
izuku ran straight into sero, kirishima, and kamimari. the trio immediately halted their conversation, looking at izuku with wide eyes, then to katsuki, who was in bed (SHIRTLESS, mind you.), rubbing his eyes.
“‘zu, close the damn door.” katsuki, oblivious to what was happening outside his door, flopped back into his bed, pulling the covers over his face to block out the light.
izuku immediately closed the door, feeling extremely embarrassed he got caught sneaking out of katsukis room looking the way he did.
“uhm.. hey guys..!” izuku said suddenly, his voice scratchy.
great.
—
so that’s how they got to where they are now. kirishima and kamimari obviously ran their mouths to everyone, so now in the main area of the dorm building at 5 in the morning, katsuki and izuku found themselves in the spotlight.
“seriously, i don’t think ive ever seen someone so thoroughly fucked before. it’s making me kinda horny, man.” sero wouldn’t stop blabbing his fucking mouth like an asshole.
izuku had gotten fixed up (thank god) and now sat next to katsuki on the couch, fingers playing with the drawstrings of his sweatpants, his cheeks red.
katsuki, however, wasn’t really embarrassed. he leaned back with his arms crossed, signature scowl on his face. “you guys need to learn to keep your nose in your own fucking buisness.” he scoffed.
then, a fantastic idea came into katsukis mind. he grabbed izukus chin and tilted his face towards his own.
he whispered in izukus ear softly, careful not to let anyone hear.
“go with it, okay?”
izuku looks at katsuki confused, until bakugo speaks loud enough for everyone to hear.
“fine. if you’re all so fucking intrigued, me and ‘zu are dating. now fucking let it go.”
izukus face goes bright red. “k- kacchan?? what are you-“
he’s cut off suddenly by bakugo speaking softly to him. “it’ll get them off our backs. just be yourself, ‘kay?”
izuku was still obviously confused, but nodded dumbly. he obviously didn’t understand any of this, but quite frankly neither did katsuki. he acted on a whim. he didn’t think any of this through.
that became apparent when they were bombarded with countless questions. katsuki didn’t want izuku to fuck up, so he decided he should just do all of the talking himself.
he placed a comforting hand on izukus thigh, feeling the way the boy stiffened under his touch. he internally smirked.
“i’m not answering all of your shitty questions but here’s this for you assholes — three months. we wanted to keep it secret for this exact fucking reason. and he asked me out. that’s all you’re fucking getting.” katsuki let out a sharp huff as he squeezed izukus thigh.
he heard him inhale sharply beside him and he had to hold back a snort. the nerd could sleep with his hand over katsukis bare chest every night but malfunctioned when it came to a hand on his thigh?
thank god aizawa came into the dorms to gather everyone together to load their bags onto the bus. regardless of this whole thing being katsukis idea, he was already annoyed with it. he just wanted to go back to bed.
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“the drive is 6 hours with one bathroom break every two hours. if it’s an emergency, there’s a small bathroom for you in the back of the bus but i reccomend not using it unless you seriously need to. who knows what kind of germs you kids carry.”
aizawa finished going over directions and rules for the bus ride, along with the details regarding the vacation itself.
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after their last bathroom break, katsuki was ready to lay down. he’d gotten little sleep the night before and was fucking exhausted.
izuku and katsuki were sitting next to each other on the bus, izuku already halfway asleep. katsuki felt eyes on them so he grabbed his blanket and put it over the two of them.
katsuki whispered “oi, nerd. lay down your pillow against the side and open your legs a little.” izuku flushed a light pink but did as he was told.
katsuki picked the blanket up off of them so he could settle in between izukus legs. he settled for laying his head on izukus chest before pulling the blanket back over the joined teens.
“kacchan-“ bakugo shushed him and whispered again, making sure nobody could hear them.
“i know this isn’t ideal but would you rather them make endless sex jokes?” he rested his chin in the middle of dekus chest, watching him think.
“we’ll just be so fuckin’ disgusting ‘til they get sick of us.” katsuki looked into dekus eyes, trying to search for any ounce of doubt or discomfort. when he found none, he smirked. “you gonna be a good lil’ nerd for me?”
izuku went bright red and suddenly found something really interesting on the ceiling of the bus.
“i- er- uhm.. i guess?” he looked back down at katsuki and whispered back, “i just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, kacchan. i don’t want you to be embarassed or something because of me..” izuku went on, starting to mumble rant again.
bakugo punched his shoulder, not nearly packing anything that could truly hurt deku.
“stop with the mumbling nerd. and you’re not fuckin’ embarassing me. i don’t do shit i dont wanna do.” katsuki allowed his head to fully lay down on izukus chest.
izuku smiled softly, liking how peaceful katsuki always managed to look whenever the two were together. “okay kacchan.”
“play with my hair, or some corny shit. make those chucklefucks believe we’re some stupid love-fucked couple.” katsuki grumbled which resulted in izuku laughing softly.
and no, katsukis heart did not nearly fall out of his ass. why would it? it’s not like izukus laugh was beautiful or anything. nope.
katsukis arms wrapped around izuku limply, while izukus right hand softly scratched katsukis scalp. bakugo let out a long sigh of pleasure. the nerds hands in his hair felt better than he was comfortable admitting.
katsuki still had trouble believing that izuku didn’t secretly hate him. it just truly baffled him that after all of his years of bullying and tormenting, izuku just.. forgave him. bakugo told him to take a swan dive off the roof for fucks sake! how could anyone come back from that?
they were supposed to be childhood best friends but katsuki just became.. whoever he was. he became the untouchable, egotistical, explosive bastard he was. he had thought that izuku was beneath him.
but after the war, everything just… changed. katsuki realized just how much izuku really meant to him. he realized just how much he longs for izuku, even when they’re right next to one another.
izuku is the reason katsuki has made the progress he has. the reason that every little thing doesn’t set him off anymore. the reason that little explosions don’t happen anymore when he’s just slightly annoyed.
sometimes katsuki thinks that he deserves izukus forgiveness — actually, no. scratch that. he thinks he’s earned his forgiveness. he came back from the fucking dead for izuku, and ever since that happened, katsuki has sworn to himself that nothing will ever get in between the two of them ever again.
but then there are other times where katsuki thinks maybe he deserved.. maybe he should’ve —
“kacchan, what’s going on?” katsukis heart was fucking racing. unknowingly, he had somehow managed to grip his chest — right where his scar was. his fingertips dug into the scar tissued skin over his shirt, undoubtedly leaving red marks in their wake.
dekus hand moved down to palm katsukis cheek and bakugo visibly flinched at the cold touch. deku frowned.
“kacchan talk to me please..” the nerd was obviously worried out of his mind, and it was fucking adorable. it took everything out of katsuki to not kiss the living shit out of him right now.
katsuki moved his head so his chin was resting against dekus chest again, moving the hand from his chest to poke lightly at the freckles on izukus neck.
“i’m alright, izuku. just.. thinkin’, is all.” katsuki was never one to be in touch with his feelings. he hated confronting them in his head, much less out fucking loud. but with izuku, it was a little bit of a less daunting task.
“about.. your heart?” izukus voice was hesitant. he knew katsuki didn’t really like talking about the war, and much less so about what’s wrong with himself. but.. katsuki had to prove that he was making progress emotionally, right? maybe he could try opening up a little.
katsuki nodded, his chin slightly pressing into izukus chest as he did so.
“thinkin’ bout how i don’t deserve your fuckin’ forgiveness, either.”
deku stiffened slight under katsuki at his words before speaking softly.
“you say that, but you literally came back from the dead for me, kacchan.” he took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. “plus, i’ve never been mad at you for the past. all that matters is the now, right?”
katsukis head found its way into the crook of izukus neck.
“shut up, fuckin’ sap.” but there was no malice. in fact, katsukis words were laced with appreciation.
deku shivers under him, his hands resuming their massage on katsukis scalp.
“that tickles.” izukus whisper does something to katsuki.
katsuki can see from the corner of his eye that they’re being watched by a few people. he sighs and tilts his head up more into izukus neck.
“can i try somethin’, ‘zu?” bakugo whispered so he was sure only them two heard. he wanted to give the others something to look at. 100% not katsuki acting on one of his own desires. that would be wrong of him. izuku was his best friend, after all.
when he feels deku nod, he smirks. he licks his lips subconsciously as he works himself up to do what he wants to do. “givin’ the fuckers something to look at.”
he places a soft, testing kiss to izukus neck. katsuki pulls back slightly to look up at deku to gauge his reaction, and when he sees dekus face, he has to will down a semi.
izuku is obviously shocked. his mouth goes agape, his eyes laced with an emption katsukis never seen on izukus face before.
“that okay, baby?” katsuki feels the shiver run down dekus spine and he wants to kiss izuku fucking senseless. god it was so fucking hot on this goddamn bus.
deku only nods, too flustered to speak, but it’s good enough for katsuki. he’s quick to leave some more kisses on izukus neck.
he trails the kisses up to just under izukus jaw, where katsuki wants to try something. he sucks on izukus flesh lightly, waiting to see if it earns a reaction.
“haah—..” and shit that was good enough for katsuki to keep going.
he kept sucking, lapping his tongue over the flesh as well, earning a release of breath from izukus mouth. shit izukus noises were so hot.
katsuki vaguely comprehends the ewws and yucks in the background, but he couldn’t give two fucks anymore. fuck those pieces of shit.
katsuki moves his kisses to dekus jaw, and then to behind his ear so he can whisper something once more to the boy squirming under him.
“y’ like that?” he places a few more kisses behind izukus ear.
he hears izuku clear his throat. “yeah.” he pauses. “yeah, i really like it, kacchan.” shit, he sounded fucking breathless.
“mm. good to know, nerd.” shit. he hadn’t meant to fucking say that out loud.
katsuki ran his hands down dekus torso, his thumbs slipping under his waistband. as soon as katsuki did as such, one hand that was in katsukis hair went over izukus mouth. katsuki immediately smirked.
“can’t look so scared to be touched by me, idiot. don’t want the assholes to think we’re lying, do you ‘zuku?” katsuki was doing this on purpose, and by god was he loving every fucking second of it. he’s wanted to kiss izuku for what seemed life fucking eternity. and now, not only is he kissing his neck, but he’s teasing him. this has got to be some kind of fucking wet dream that katsuki has mistaken for reality, right?
katsukis hands slip under the waistband of both izukus sweats and boxers. he’s quickly to squeeze izukus hips, yet refraining himself from grinding into the very hips he was holding.
they were still under the blanket, so nobody could even see what was truly happening. that gave katsuki some motive, so he takes his hands out of izukus pants and instead placed them on the inside of izukus thighs.
izuku bit his lip, blushing ever deeper if that was possible anymore.
“k- kacchan.. please..”
“please what, baby? use your big boy words, ‘zuku.” this was dangerous. they were sailing straight past a line that shouldn’t be crossed. couldn’t be crossed. but shit, this whole thing was already making katsuki half hard. he wasn’t thinking properly anymore, and neither was izuku. he was at half mass too.
“nng.. k- kiss..” izuku was barely functioning
anymore. and katsuki loved every fucking second of it.
“c’mon, ‘zuku. be a good boy for me and tell me what you want.” nobody could hear them. this wasn’t performative anymore. this was pure, sinful desire. it was terrifying.
“want you to kiss me kacchan.. please..” his pupils were dilated wide and blown over with lust.
and shit, katsuki wasn’t expecting that. he thought deku would be uncomfortable with this. maybe he still was, and he was just a really good actor? but izuku didn’t even have time to properly agree to that.. arrangement. was he saying that to be performative?
katsuki didn’t fucking care anymore. he didn’t fucking care what was happening anymore. all he wanted to do was kiss this fucking asshole so hard he couldn’t fucking speak for the next few years.
but for a moment, katsukis expression softened. he couldn’t take advantage of izuku if this was all just for show. that’s not fair.
however, izuku read his mind. the stalker probably saw the gears turning in katsukis head and knew exactly what bakugo was thinking. fucking nerd.
“for real. not for show. please, kacchan.”
and that was all it took.
katsuki slammed his lips on top of izukus. years of pent up energy was all released into this one kiss. katsuki wants to say it was worth the wait, but he wished this could have happened a long fucking time ago.
izuku whimpered into the kiss and katsukis cock twitched. izuku was beautiful is every sense possible. his voice was beautiful. his eyes. his freckles. his muscles. god he probably had a pretty dick too.
it took everything katsuki had to not start dry humping izuku on the back of the fucking bus. his hips were twitching, desperately looking for friction, but he couldn’t do that. not yet, at least.
katsuki wrapped one hand around izukus neck, the other going into his hair as he deepened the kiss. he needs more. more of izuku. he needs everything he can get.
and fucking hell. izuku was trying to fucking kill him. izuku moaned into the kiss and fucking arched his back, forcing his now fully erect dick into katsukis. maybe katsuki somehow got into heaven because holy shit this was ethereal.
katsuki forced his tongue into dekus mouth. more. more. more. it was a never ending fucking mantra in his head.
but then katsuki realized he couldn’t breathe. he barely pulled away, his mouth still hovering centimeters over izukus, panting heavily.
“you like when i choke you, hm? you some kinda masochist?” his brain wasn’t working anymore. he was speaking from his fucking dick. metaphorically, of course.
izukus eyes were half lidded and he was ravaging katsuki with them. katsuki felt a shiver run down his spine. izuku looks fucking hot. katsuki always thought izuku was adorable or cute, but right now, izuku was giving him fucking bedroom eyes. he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever fucking experienced.
“yeah.” deku paused, thinking about his next words before he continued in a sinful whisper. “like when your hands around my throat, kacchan.”
holy shit.
“i swear to god if you guys start fucking on the back of this bus i’m going to fucking throw you both out this goddamn window!” sero took both katsuki and izuku out of their trances, making them both sit upright in an instant.
this was supposed to be performative, but katsuki fucking forgot they were on a bus. izuku told him that he wanted to kiss bakugo for real. what the actual fuck was happening right now?
“shut the fuck up, tape arms.” katsuki grumbled and adjusted his cock in his pants, trying to will down his painfully erect dick.
“ei oh my god they were practically dry humping!” pink cheeks squealed to kirishima. apparently almost everyone had been watching them get handsy. katsuki started to get a little mad that everyone got to see izuku so hot and bothered, but it was kind of his fault to begin with.
kirishima laughed. “damn bakubro, i guess to be loved is to be changed!” katsukis ears went red. love? who the fuck said anything about love??
“shut the fuck up shitty hair before i set you on fire.”
“as much as i’d love for that to happen, we’re at camp. get your stuff and find a room in a cabin. everyone gets their own room.” aizawa cut the argument off, stating that they were officially at camp.
holy shit, izuku and katsuki had been at it for that long? how the fuck did they lose track of time that badly?
katsuki got up and grabbed his and izukus stuff. “find my room, you stalker.” he whispered in izukus ear before he got up and found the room he would be staying in.
tonight was going to be fucking fun.