#he said bkdk then dipped

[chandralia]

they remade hori’s popularity poll art 😭😭

[siflshonen]

What type of music do you think bkdk listen too I want to project onto Deku and say jazz cause it what I listen to but it probably anime soundtrack that edits all might and bkg I know people like saying rock but I think he listens to rap cause of the art hori did of him beatboxing

Huh! That's a fun question. I think it's probably a variety. But given their background and the sorta-meta conversation happening around how much US influence both boys experience and like in their daily lives, this is what I think they'd trend towards. It's funny you mention jazz, because there's a lot of history behind the Japanese jazz scene and music scene in general in response to westernization.

I've never really thought about it in seriousness, just like a passing joke, so here's what's coming to me off the top of my head.

Deku: modern pop, J-rock, anything in an action movie soundtrack and almost anything that has been touched by westernization into the main stream. Somehow, besides themes commonly used for his favorite heroes or in All Might cartoons and shows, I'm not sure how deeply he might think about music on its own instead of just like a casual consumer saying, "oh! I like this!" but if Heroes put out CDs, I'm sure he has them all because it coincides with his other, more obvious obsession. I can see him listening to a lot of different stuff, though.

Given Izuku's admiration for the "very aggressive" and western-like Katsuki, he probably has a collection of very intense and anti-authoritarian rap and heavy rock mixed within all the more general mainstream stuff, too.

Bakugo: I think Katsuki likely has a surprisingly varied library, too, but with a more noticeable trend towards blatantly US or the UK's bands and more of a penchant for heavier rock, metal, and rap than Izuku does overall. Stuff with the rhythm section very prominent rather than just plain "loud" music only. Whatever it is, it is likely more contemporary stuff with a few surprise tracks thrown in. However, I have a gut instinct to say that, of the two of them, I could see him having a fondness for jazz before Izuku, or at least a more noticeable one. I have nothing with which to justify this except a gut feeling.

And, again, to mirror what I said about Izuku's taste probably dipping into edgier territory as a flip to the "expected standard", I think Katsuki probably has the cultural equivalent of, like, what I like to call "sad girl music" - some Taylor Swift, Mitski (actually, yeah, for post DVK2-Katsuki, there's probably a lot of Mitski in there if he ever discovered it considering the topics of many of her songs), and stuff like that - on his playlists.

[izusun]

so like, when would bkdk release their version of magnet?

[comradekiwi]

follow-up to this fic! bkdk fluff and romance!! they’re so whipped and annoying I hate them :) https://comradekiwi.tumblr.com/post/696406581042102272/i-maintain-that-post-war-bkdk-need-to-be-in-the

here’s the ao3 link! https://archiveofourown.org/works/41948208

Izuku woke up, as he typically did now, surrounded in warmth. A gentle warmth, not stifling, just this side of encompassing, the same golden colour as the light dappling the white blankets he lay under, its glow filling the room.

Izuku was so warm, nowadays.

It was such a stark contrast to the days during the war, when anxiety drummed under his skin insistently like an unscratchable itch, the vibrations seeping the heat out of him and leaving him cold. always cold, down to his bones — but not anymore. Now Izuku woke up nestled under thick blankets and thicker arms, to golden light and golden hair. Waking up next to Kacchan heated him from the inside out. Like Kacchan had set up a fireplace in his chest and sat by it, tended to it patiently, all the night and day.

Izuku hummed, nuzzling into the shoulder under his cheek. Kacchan slept shirtless usually, since he ran hot but stubbornly refused to sleep without holding Izuku in his arms. Izuku was entirely in favour of the compromise. He lifted his head, making Kacchan snuffle as his curls tickled his nose, to trace Kacchan’s features with his eyes. They were tangled up together in their big bed, so close one would think it was a twin size and not a king. But Izuku and Kacchan preferred this, preferred every inch of them touching that they could get, so that neither of them could tell where one ended and the other began. Just a lump of Izuku-and-Kacchan, warming the dip in their bed.

Kacchan was backlit by the morning light from the window at the moment. His brows furrowed in sleep, sensing Izuku had shifted slightly away, as he had in his attempt to gaze at him, and clearly even his sleeping self did not like that. Kacchan grumbled in his sleep, shifting closer to Izuku again, pulling him in and shoving his face in his neck. Izuku grinned, loving how shameless even an unconscious Katsuki was.

His big arms wrapped around him tightly, strong even in slumber, hugging him close. Izuku ran a hand up and down Kacchan’s back, no longer pausing at the scars. They had both healed from that, now. Even if Izuku’s heart shivered when he saw them, still, because they would always be a reminder of exactly how much Katsuki loves Izuku. How endlessly, life-givingly much. But he didn’t get sad or guilty, anymore, choosing at Kacchan’s and his therapist’s insistence to focus on all the good they represented, instead of the hurt.

Katsuki shuffled, groaning. Ah. He was waking up.

“Good morning, Kacchan,” Izuku hummed, lifting his other hand to stroke Kacchan’s hair, now. Kacchan sighed and shoved his face deeper into Izuku’s neck, loving the touch.

After a moment, Izuku felt Kacchan blink himself awake against Izuku’s skin. Long blink, short short short.

“Mornin’ baby,” Kacchan said in his sleep-rough voice. Izuku’s favourite. He shivered; Katsuki grinned. He knew all the ways he affected Izuku.

Choosing not to comment, though, Katsuki lifted himself up, arms caging Izuku in while he stared down at him. His eyes glowed in the morning light, impossibly warmer than even the sun. Izuku sighed. Kacchan soft gaze struck him deep inside, warming him up from the core.

Kacchan lifted a hand to cup Izuku’s cheek, thumb passing over the softness. He leaned down to kiss his forehead, then pounced, wrapping him up and falling suddenly to his side on the bed as Izuku squealed.

“Kacchan!” He laughed, tickled. Kacchan was so silly sometimes.

They were both on their sides now.

“What do you want to do today,” Izuku prompted. It was a joint day off, so they had it all to themselves.

Kacchan said nothing, just staring at him with that same impossibly warm gaze. Affectionate with a touch of something unreadable.

“Kacchan…” Izuku whined eventually, tired of the silence. He could stare at Kacchan forever, but they only had two days off this week! He wanted to make the best of it.

“Shh,” Katsuki hushed him. He reached up to twirl a dangling curl in his finger, hand eventually sliding down and into his hair, cupping his head. Still staring. Considering.

“Just let me look at you.” He said quietly, eyes blazing.

Izuku blushed furiously even as he playfully narrowed his eyes.

“Kacchan, you look at me every day.” And he did. All the time. It had gotten to the point that if at any moment Izuku looked up when they were on different sides of the room, he had a 90% chance Kacchan was already looking at him. Ridiculous, honestly. Although Izuku was the same, given he’d looked to Kacchan to catch it in the first place.

Izuku glared at Kacchan playfully through his eyelashes, unable to hide his smile, faux-upset with him for getting him flustered. Kacchan’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly and Izuku heard his breath catch, for some reason. Kacchan’s hand in his hair tightened, arm slung around Izuku’s shoulder, their faces so close.

“I want…” Kacchan started, eyes darting between Izuku’s. His face hardened, decided. “Marry me.”

Izuku’s heart stuttered, leaping impossibly. He gasped, blood buzzing, mind blank. He looked at Kacchan, whose face was tinted with nervousness, eyes brimming with earnestly hesitant hope.

“Wh—” he managed, wheezing. Heart soaring.

“I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life,” Kacchan said confidently, with the same assured air he conducted every part of his life with. Except Izuku, with whom he was first and foremost gentle. Besides when they were in bed, including now, it seemed.

Izuku didn’t know it was possible to be this happy. He looked into Kacchan’s eyes and his heart skipped a beat at the veritable ocean of love he saw there, of trust and confidence and devotion.

He let out a shaky breath. His cheeks hurt from smiling.

“You mean it?” He ventured, just to make sure. As if they hadn’t been heading down this path since the beginning. As if they weren’t inevitable.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean, nerd,” Kacchan said, gruff, clearly still a bit nervous. It was unbearably cute.

Izuku wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

“Okay,” he whispered, buoyant.

The sun rose over Katsuki’s face. He was practically glowing.

“Yeah?” He said back, hushed. Voice tinged with disbelief. With joy.

“Yeah,” Izuku said, giggling, then outright laughing as he leapt into Kacchan’s arm’s, the force pushing Kacchan onto his back on the bed with Izuku squeezing him from on top of him.

“Really,” Kacchan whispered. It wasn’t a question. It sounded like he was trying to get himself to believe it. Izuku laughed, crying in Kacchan’s chest. He’d never felt so light.

“We’re getting married,” Kacchan said, squeezing Izuku tighter, voice full of awe.

If Izuku got any happier, his heart would burst.

“We’re getting married!” He exclaimed, sitting up on Katsuki’s torso. He almost fell off at the look he was blasted with, devotion and pure happiness practically bursting from Katsuki’s eyes. Izuku bounced, unable to contain himself.

“Oh my god…” he mumbled, mind whirring. Kacchan. Him. Engaged. Fiancés. Married. Husbands. Hus—

Izuku’s brain shorted out. Okay. Revisiting that word later.

Katsuki’s face was stretched in the biggest smile Izuku had ever seen on it, even bigger than when he and Izuku had decided to start dating.

Izuku flopped down on him, beaming, hands tucked under his chin so he could still look at Kacchan, who was propped up slightly on their pillows. Kacchan reached around him mindlessly to grab the duvet they had kicked off in the commotion and pull it up around Izuku’s shoulders, tucking it around him.

Izuku hadn’t even realized he had been a bit chilled from the cool morning air. And now he was warm again. Izuku could cry.

Instead of crying from the emotions pulsing and whirling and glowing in his chest, Izuku ventured to scoot up instead, bringing the blanket with him, face next to his fiancé’s.

Oh, god. They were fiancés.

He pressed his cheek to Kacchan’s, arms draped on his chest and shoulders.

“I love you,” Izuku told him, eyes squeezed closed, right in his ear. Kacchan shivered. He pulled back, bringing his hands up to cup his jaw, to look his future husband in the eyes.

Kacchan’s eyes were smiling at him.

Warm. So warm.

“I love you too,” He said in his deep voice, arms looped now around Izuku’s waist.

“We still have to make breakfast,” Izuku reminded him, because he needed time to process and if they stayed on the subject any longer his brain would overheat and his heart would give out.

Kacchan rolled them over, tangling the blankets around them and enveloping Izuku in his body heat again.

“Let’s stay here a while,” Kacchan suggested instead, eyes closed already.

Izuku conceded, heart full, still smiling.

After all, now they had all the time in the world.

[mediocrebnhablog]

Babe, do u have any platonic bakudeku??? Pls and thank you

Oh hell yeah I do!! I love platonic bkdk sm

Pls, if u reblog this dont tag as ship

They watch anime together

Bakugou hates it when midoriya starts rambling in the middle of an episode if theyve never seen it before but doesnt mind much if he has. And because deku cant seem to stop they'll either rewatch together or bakugou will watch ahead

Sometimes midorya will just come into bakugous room and plop down on him/his bed

Bakugou spends the next couple minutes trying to physically kick midoriya off

When he finally does succeed midoriyas feet are still on the bed and he'll just lay on the floor like that until he leaves

Only about half the time when he does this does he actually talk or want something

They would give eachother a smug grin any time they talked to their respective crushes behind said crushes back. So all anyone ever saw when this happened was them saying "one sec" before violently jumping at the other

When midoriya asks bakugou to make him food bakugou will make it extra spicy

Midorya will still eat it while making eye contact. Hes sweating like crazy and many people are concerned hes gonna pass out but he will not back down and will not drink until he finishes it cause this is a challenge and he will not lose

Midorya will eat gross food combinations and dip his oreos in water just to see the look of disgust on bakugous face

Bakugou is a much lighter sleeper than midoriya

Despite this midorya is very good at sneaking into bakugous room without waking him and bakugou cant exist in the same room as midoriya without waking him up unless hes in a coma

One year kiri suggested a couple costume with bakugou and before he could say no midoriya turned to todo and said it sounded like a great idea

So bakugou immediately turned it into a competition and every Halloween, con, or literally any event they can dress up they see who can do the better couple costume

Tododeku is in the lead

[scribespirare]

Soul mate au + fake marriage au either jart, jmart, or bkdk uwu

Oh my god these are so hard to use together, why would u do this to me? Ummmm I dont like jmart au's much, and privateeyes I'm still dipping my toes into the au waters with so. Bkdk it is

God how do you fit these two together? I'm going to go with a soulmate au where when soulmates touch for the first time their names appear on the other person's wrist or something. Izuku is going into witness protection after having witnessed a crime of some kind, and Katsuki is the FBI agent assigned to be his handler. Normally Katsuki would just check up on him regularly to make sure he's good or whatever but in this case Izuku is actively working on processing/getting some kind of intel related to the crime so Katsuki needs to be in close contact, and also Izuku needs to be protected. So they make their aliases and pose as a married couple living a suburban life.

They don't realize they've never touched skin to skin until halfway through the mission. Up until then they'd fought constantly with lots and lots of UST but the real problem is that they still have weeks to spend in close contact with each other, yet they've also already established a particular relationship to all the people around them so they cant fuck up now and reveal that said relationship has changed. They also have to actively hide their wrists since they were blank when they started the operation

[kawaiikichi]

Feverish (BKDK)

Would we look at that, I’m back with yet another BKDK one-shot. This actually was inspired by a suggestion that someone gave when they commented on Senpai on AO3 where they cosplayed as either doctor and nurse or doctor and patient and that just got my mind racing with so many possibilities that I had to write it. I decided to go with Katsuki having the role of the doctor and Izuku having the role of the patient.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Feverish

Summary: When Izuku falls sick one day, it’s up to Katsuki to tend to him. Things take a turn when Izuku suddenly jumps him.

One-Shot Notes: Takes place in the same universe as Senpai (this is kinda a sequel to Senpai); Izuku is 23 and Katsuki is 24; 38.9 degrees Celsius is 102 degrees Fahrenheit and 38.5 degrees Celsius is approximately 101.3 degrees Fahrenheit

Warning: NSFW content; read at your own risk!

One-shot is under the cut!

Katsuki nearly choked on his rice late that night. He rose his head up from the bowl to stare at his boyfriend in bewilderment.

“You want me to what?” he asked, wondering if he heard him right.

“Well...I was thinking that maybe if I happen to get sick, then you could dress up in that doctor cosplay I bought and you can tend to me...” Izuku trailed off.

“What kinda crazy idea is that?” Katsuki asked.

“I was thinking about when we dressed up in those school clothes Kirishima bought for your birthday and I had fun role-playing.” Izuku explained.

“So, you want me to fuck you while wearing a doctor outfit.” Katsuki stated.

“N-No! I never said that!” Izuku exclaimed, his cheeks turning red as Katsuki chuckled.

“You’ve got one pretty dirty mind sometimes, Deku.” he commented.

“I said that’s not it!” Izuku twiddled with his thumbs. “It’s just...I think it would be nice to do the role-playing without sex...” he trailed off.

Katsuki eyed Izuku.

“Is that so...” he trailed off.

Izuku bit his lip as he looked at Katsuki, whose red eyes seemed to bore into his soul. After a couple of minutes, Katsuki sighed.

“I’ll think about it.” he said.

“You will?” Izuku asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Just so you know, I said I’m going to think about it! That doesn’t mean I’ll agree to it!” Katsuki barked out.

“I know that, Kacchan.” Izuku said.

“You better!” Katsuki snapped as he resumed shoveling rice into his mouth.

Izuku picked up his chopsticks and resumed eating, watching Katsuki.

I hope he’ll say yes, he thought to himself.

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“So...your temperature is 38.9 Celsius.” Katsuki frowned down at Izuku, who laid in their bed all wrapped up in blankets. “You have a fucking high fever, Deku.” he bit out.

“I know I do...” Izuku trailed off.

Izuku coughed as Katsuki groaned.

“Damn that punk and his Quirk...it’s harmless and all, but this is very troublesome.” he stated.

He set the thermometer down on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna call the agency and tell them that neither of us are coming in to work today.” he said.

“Huh?” Izuku stared at Katsuki with wide eyes. “But Kacchan, aren’t you needed for an important mission—“ he sat up abruptly only for his vision to spin.

“Oi, Deku, lay down.” Katsuki pushed Izuku back into the bed. “And fuck that mission. I’m not leaving you alone with such a high fever.” he told her.

“But it’s important...I can just call Uraraka and tell her to come over, she’s free today—“

“Don’t you dare call Round Face. I’m the only one who should be taking care of you, got that?” Katsuki said.

“I...” Izuku sighed. “Alright...” he mumbled.

“Good.” he pushed Izuku’s hair back and kissed his forehead. “Now, get some rest.” he told him.

“Mmmkay.” Izuku hummed in response.

Katsuki pulled away and headed out of the room. The last thing Izuku saw was Katsuki’s retreating back before his eyes slid shut.

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Izuku woke to the feeling of something cold being placed on his forehead. He groaned, eyes slowly opening.

“Ka...cchan...?” he murmured.

His vision focused and the first thing that caught his eye was a pristine white coat. He looked to see Katsuki, who had on navy blue scrubs in addition to the white coat.

Red eyes peered down at him.

“That’s Doctor Katsuki to you, troublesome patient.” he stated.

Izuku blinked his eyes twice in confusion.

“Doctor...?” he wondered out loud.

“Damn right, I am.” Katsuki leaned in, his lips brushing against Izuku’s ear. “Is the fever making you so delirious that you’ve forgotten what you brought up during dinner two weeks ago?” he asked.

Izuku’s eyes widened as he recalled their conversation during dinner two weeks ago.

Oh my god, he actually decided to go through with it, he thought to himself.

“I see...well, Doctor? What is my condition like now?” he asked.

“Hm, I wonder...” Katsuki trailed off.

Izuku jolted at the feeling of Katsuki’s breath hitting his ear. Katsuki pulled away and reached for the thermometer. Izuku slowly sat up, the cloth sliding off his forehead as the blond spoke.

“Let’s check your temperature and then we’ll see what your condition is like.” he said.

He placed the thermometer in Izuku’s mouth, staring at him intently. Izuku’s heart began to race at Katsuki’s intense gaze.

His gaze...it’s making my heart race, he thought to himself.

His heart continued to race as he felt something restraining against his boxers.

What is that, he asked himself.

Before Izuku could investigate, the thermometer beeped. Katsuki pulled the thermometer out of his mouth and looked at it.

“38.5 degrees Celsius. It’s still a little high...” he murmured.

As Katsuki stood, Izuku peeked under the covers. He gawked upon seeing the tent that formed in his pajama pants.

I’m hard?! Seriously?! How can that be, he asked himself.

He bit his lip, his imagination running wild. He imagined Katsuki pinning him down onto the bed, grunting above him as he thrusted his cock in and out of him—

The tips of his ears burned as his erection strained even more against his boxers.

Dammit, he thought to himself.

“First, you need something to eat. I made porridge for you, so you can eat that before taking your medication. I’ll go and get that for you.” Katsuki explained.

As he turned to leave, Izuku grabbed for his wrist.

“Wait, Doctor.” he said.

“Yes, Deku?” Katsuki answered, turning to look at him.

“Doctor...” Izuku murmured.

He pulled Katsuki closer, his hand moving to cup Katsuki’s cheek. The blond stared at him in mild surprise.

“What’s up—“ he was cut off by Izuku’s lips covering his own.

Katsuki stiffened, not sure how to respond. Izuku pressed harder, urging for Katsuki to kiss back. Before he could, Izuku pulled away.

“Doctor...” Izuku pulled Katsuki onto the bed, the blond straddling him. “Kacchan, I need you...” he murmured.

He kicked the sheets off and took Katsuki’s hand, leading it down to his clothed erection.

“Kacchan...” he whispered.

“Fucking hell, Deku. We can’t do this. You’re sick and I could get sick as well if we have sex.” Katsuki told him.

“Has that ever stopped you before?” Izuku asked.

He stroked Katsuki’s cheek as the blond stared down, realization hitting him.

Shit, he’s right, he thought to himself.

“Fuck, you’re right. You know that pretty well, Deku.” Katsuki said.

“I do. So, Doctor.” a seductive twinkle appeared in Izuku’s eyes. “Will you cure me of my fever?” Izuku asked.

“Of course I fucking will. You better keep your eyes wide open because I’ll get rid of that fever in an instant.” Katsuki replied before mashing their lips together in a rough kiss.

Izuku moaned against Katsuki’s mouth as their lips moved and melded together. As they continued to kiss, Katsuki’s hand dipped under Izuku’s shirt and tweaked with one of his nipples. Izuku moaned again, giving Katsuki the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. The inside of his mouth was much hotter than usual, which was expected of someone with a relatively high fever. Their tongues danced together as Katsuki groaned into Izuku’s mouth.

Katsuki withdrew from the kiss and began to attack Izuku’s neck, littering it with bite marks and hickies. Izuku moaned, bucking his hips upward to meet Katsuki’s.

“Oh, Doctor...” he gripped the sheets tightly as Katsuki ventured lower, licking at the sweat on his skin. 

He pulling Izuku’s shirt over his head and resumed licking down to Izuku’s left nipple. He swirled his tongue around it before taking it into his mouth, sucking on it roughly. Izuku’s back arched, a cry falling from his lips. His head rolled back into the pillow as Katsuki used his other hand to push down Izuku’s pajama pants and boxers, his cock springing free. He took it into his hand, proceeding to pump him in teasingly slow strokes.

“Ohhhh...shit, Doctor...move your hand a little faster...” Izuku moaned out.

“You ordering me around now, Deku? Hm?” Katsuki answered, moving his hand faster.

Izuku moaned as Katsuki swapped nipples, sucking roughly on his right nipple.

“Mmmm, Doctor...I’m going to cum...” he breathed out.

Katsuki pulled away from his nipple, staring into Izuku’s eyes.

“Then, cum for me.” he said.

He leaned back in and captured Izuku’s lips in a kiss. Their lips moved against one another, Izuku moaning as he came. His body trembled under Katsuki as streams of white coated his stomach along with Katsuki’s hand. Katsuki withdrew from the kiss, watching how red Izuku’s cheeks were.

“Damn, you came fast. Were you that excited, Deku?” he asked.

“I can’t help it...your hand felt so good around me that I came, Doctor...” Izuku trailed off.

“That’s because this doctor’s got magic hands. Don’t you forget that.” Katsuki told him.

Izuku laughed as Katsuki moved down to lick up the cum from Izuku’s stomach. He swallowed, making sure that Izuku was watching him the entire time.

“You taste so good.” he said, peppering Izuku’s inner thigh with kisses.

He marked a hickey there before ushering Izuku to get on all fours and face the headboard. Katsuki planted butterfly kisses along his spine, nipping at his back occasionally before biting Izuku’s left ass cheek. Izuku yelped in surprise, grabbing for the pillow. Katsuki chuckled as he kissed the bite mark.

“Relax, it’s just a bite mark.” he told him.

He licked the cleft in his ass before parting his cheeks, revealing his puckered entrance.

“Your cum tastes good and all, but I bet you taste even better here.” Katsuki said before beginning to circle his tongue around Izuku’s entrance.

Izuku let out a surprised squeak.

“D-Doctor! That...That’s dirty!” he exclaimed.

“Oh, stop that. This is nothing compared to some of the other things we’ve done.” Katsuki said.

Izuku blushed as Katsuki continued to lick his entrance. Then, he began to push his tongue past the tight ring of muscle. A gasp fell from Izuku’s lips.

Kacchan...his tongue is inside of me, he thought to himself.

He whimpered, his body twitching as Katsuki’s tongue moved around inside of him. He gripped the pillow tighter as a moan fell from his lips.

“Doctor...oh my god, that feels so good...” he moaned again as Katsuki began to thrust his tongue in and out.

Katsuki pulled his tongue out and delivered one last lick to his entrance before withdrawing. He reached for the bottle of lube that was in the nightstand and he coated his fingers in it before bringing it to Izuku’s entrance. He circled it with his index finger before pushing it in along with his middle finger.

“Nnn!” Izuku groaned, his breath hitting the pillow as Katsuki thrusted his fingers in and out of him with ease. 

Katsuki curled his fingers, brushing them against Izuku’s prostate. A loud moan fell from Izuku’s lips, his head slamming into the pillow as he moved his hips against Katsuki’s fingers. The blond grinned.

“Now, that’s more like it.” he said as he continued to ram into his sweet spot.

Izuku moaned into the pillow as the pleasure built up within him.

“D-D-Doctor...oh shit, Kacchan, keep hitting that spot...” he moaned out.

“There you go, breaking character. I am your doctor, troublesome patient, and you shall address me as such.” Katsuki said as he moved his fingers faster.

“Ah! Oh god!” Izuku cried out.

He could feel a familiar heat begin to pool down below.

“Doctor...I’m going to...oh...” he panted, tongue hanging from his mouth.

Katsuki grinned as he pulled his fingers out of Izuku, eliciting an annoyed whine from him.

“Now, now, relax. Good things come to those who wait patiently, Deku.” Katsuki told him.

He opened the nightstand drawer, pulling his pants down to reveal his hardened cock as Izuku turned over onto his back.

“Now, where are those condoms...?” he wondered out loud.

As he took the box out and proceeded to pull one out, Izuku reached up towards him.

“No...no condom...” Izuku said, taking the box and the condom out of Katsuki’s hands and chucking it off to one side. “There’s no need for that...” he trailed off.

“Oi, Deku, are you for fucking real right now? Did you forget what they taught us in sex ed? We need to use protection when fucking—”

“Screw that.” Izuku moved his hips so that the tip of Katsuki’s cock was pressing against his entrance, arms looping themselves around Katsuki’s neck. “I want to feel you in me, not you and the condom...just you...” he mumbled.

Katsuki couldn’t stop the blush that crossed his cheeks.

Dammit, he’s cute when he’s needy, he thought to himself.

He grinned.

“If that’s what you want. Ready for your injection, Deku?” he asked.

“Yes...inject me, Doctor...” Izuku panted out.

“Alright. You better not go and regret this, Deku.” Katsuki told him.

“Why would I—ohhh.” Izuku moaned as Katsuki began to push into him. He sucked in a gasp as the tip pushed past the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, Deku, relax.” Katsuki leaned in and brushed Izuku’s hair back, kissing his forehead. “I can’t push in all the way if you tense up like this.” he told him.

He began peppering his face with kisses, feeling Izuku relax. He pushed in more, continuing to plant kisses all over his face. He pecked his lips as he completely sheathed himself inside of Izuku.

“God, you’re tight around me...” Katsuki gritted out as he pulled almost all of the way out before slamming back into him.

Moans fell from Izuku’s lips as Katsuki began to pound into him, his hands moving to rest on his hips.

“Ah...K-Kacchan...Doctor, you’re going very fast...” he panted out.

“That’s how I like to do this. You should know this by now.” Katsuki told him.

“I...I know...But—Ah!” a gasp fell from Izuku’s lips as he was pulled up from the mattress and into Katsuki’s arms so that he was seated in his lap. “Oh god!” he exclaimed.

He slung his arms over Katsuki’s shoulders, nails scratching at Katsuki’s back.

“Oh, Doctor, you’re so deep inside me! Oh, it’s so deep in me...” he moaned out as Katsuki thrusted his hips upward, watching Izuku move up and down on his cock.

Izuku moved his hips downward to meet Katsuki’s thrusts, moans and cries falling from his lips as he bounced on Katsuki’s cock. His lips were slightly parted, giving Katsuki the opportunity to capture them in a kiss. He plunged his tongue inside, their tongues immediately swirling around each other. Izuku moaned loudly against Katsuki’s lips as Katsuki nailed his prostate.

“Doctor...! Oh my god, it feels sooooo good!” Izuku exclaimed.

Katsuki grinned into the kiss as he continued to hit his sweet spot, reveling in the sweet cries that came from above him. He withdrew from the kiss and stared up at Izuku, whose cheeks were painted red and his eyes glazed over with lust as he babbled incoherently.

“Kaccha...Kaccha...Kacchan...!” he moaned.

“Dammit, there you go breaking character once more...I keep telling you that I’m your doctor!” Katsuki growled out.

“I...I can’t help it...! When you make me feel this good, I...I can’t help but call for you, Kacchan...” Izuku panted out.

Katsuki gritted his teeth.

“Fucking dammit...!” he bit out as he thrusted his hips up even faster.

Izuku arched into him, moaning loudly. Katsuki’s fingers roamed over Izuku’s back before sliding down and cupping his ass, groping it. His thrusts grew irregular as Izuku’s breathing grew ragged.

“Doctor, I’m going to cum! I’m going to—oh my god, I’m so close!” Izuku cried out.

“Then cum for me, Deku. Fucking cum for me.” Katsuki replied.

He moved in and began to lick away at the sweat on Izuku’s skin, listening to Izuku moan. Trailing his tongue upward, he licked the side of Izuku’s neck before baring his teeth and biting down. Izuku’s eyes grew wide, a cry falling from his lips as he arched even more into Katsuki. He clawed at Katsuki’s clothed back as he came with a shudder. Izuku tightened around Katsuki’s cock, making the blond hiss.

“Fuck, Deku...!” he bit out.

“Oh, Doctor...!” Izuku rocked his hips against Katsuki’s. “Cum inside me! Mmm, pump your medicine in me, Doctor...!” he moaned out.

“Damn right, I will.” Katsuki replied.

He pulled Izuku in for another kiss as he came, spilling his cum inside of him. Izuku moaned against his lips as Katsuki’s cum filled him up. They broke away from the kiss, panting.

“Doctor...” Izuku trailed off.

“Okay, that’s enough of the roleplay.” Katsuki kissed under Izuku’s chin. “Go back to calling me what you usually call me.” he said.

“Mmm, Kacchan...” Izuku murmured.

Katsuki pulled out and they fell back onto the mattress. Izuku shifted, biting his lip as some of Katsuki’s cum leaked out.

“I need a bath.” he said.

“That’s what happens when you tell me to cum inside of you. You’re going to have it start leaking out of your ass.” Katsuki stated bluntly.

“There’s no need for you to be so blunt, Kacchan.” Izuku stated.

“Tch, whatever.” Kacchan pulled his shirt over his head and chucked it in a random corner, climbing off of the bed. “Well, it’s off to the bath we go.” he told him.

He reached down and scooped Izuku up in his arms. Izuku wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s neck as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Kacchan...” he trailed off.

Kacchan grinned down at him as he pecked him on the lips.

“Let’s go, then.” he said as they headed over to the bathroom and closed the door behind them.

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Katsuki stared up at the ceiling, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

“Fuck.” he bit out.

The damp cloth on his forehead did nothing to quell the raging fever that had settled in his body ever since Izuku got over his fever the other day. He shifted onto his side, the cloth sliding off his forehead.

Maybe I should actually start thinking with my brain and not with my dick, for fuck’s sake, he thought to himself.

He watched with bleary red eyes as the bedroom door opened.

“Kacchan, I brought you some bunny apple slices! Uraraka cut most of them, but I did some, also.”

Izuku approached him and sat down on the bed beside him, showing him the platter of bunny apple slices. He then rolled his eyes up to Izuku, who had on a pure white nurse dress that came up to a just a little above the mid-thigh and a nurse cap on his head.

Izuku smiled as he stuck a toothpick into one of the slices and brought it to Katsuki’s lips. Katsuki bit into it, chewing slowly as Izuku spoke.

“So, shall we check your temperature now, Kacchan?”

[cinnabea]

hospital flight

did another twitter thread my beauties, this one I’m pretty happy with! It’s bkdk, 2k, canon-compliant, light angst, some action, and a buttload of fluff.

the thread is here, and it’s formatted for the character limits, but I’ve put the full text under the cut for your convenience.

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“I really hate it here,” Izuku said, picking at the flimsy hospital gown he was all-too-used to wearing. “Sometimes I feel like I spend fewer nights in my own bed.”

“So leave.”

Izuku blinked. “Kacchan, I'm not cleared yet. I won't be discharged until at least tomorrow.”

Kacchan shrugged. “So what? You're fine. Leave.”

“I-- What? Kacchan, you can't be serious.” Izuku frowned, unsure if he was just missing the joke or if Kacchan really meant it. It was weird enough that the other boy was even still there.

Visiting hours were just about up, and Kacchan had lingered longer than any of his other classmates. It twirled something warm in his chest. Sure, their relationship had been knitting itself back toward something resembling friendship, but it was still unexpected.

He was probably only here to yell at Izuku. ‘Stop being so reckless, shitty nerd! Get better faster so it won't be meaningless when I stomp you into the dirt.’ Something like that.

Kacchan sneered, “I'm always serious, asshole,” before abruptly ripping the IV line out of Izuku's hand.

Izuku yelped.

“What the hell, Kacchan!?” Izuku cradled his stinging hand to his chest, watching dumbly as the blond strode over to the window and threw it open.

“Since you can't do anything for yourself--” Kacchan returned, deftly discarding the hospital blanket from Izuku's lap. “I guess I just have to do it for you.”

And without further ado, he scooped Izuku off of the bed and tossed him over his shoulder.

“Kacchan!” Izuku cried out, scrabbling weakly at the broad back he was draped against, upside-down. There was a reason he was in the hospital!! Entirely drained, he had no hope of stopping Kacchan physically. So he tried with his words.

“What are you doing?! Put me down!”

“Nah,” was the reply.

Kacchan moved over to the open window, and Izuku's heart flew into his stomach. Was Kacchan going to throw him out from three floors up?!

But Kacchan stepped himself up onto the sill, and without another word stepped out into the night.

Wind whistled in Izuku's ears for a heart-stopping moment as they fell to earth. Kacchan slowed their descent with his thrusters, but it was awkward, sloppy - likely because he had to manage keeping Izuku on his shoulder at the same time. They hit the ground hard.

Izuku's brain hadn't time to catch up - it was still three stories above them - when Kacchan spun him down into a princess carry and took off running.

Izuku couldn't help it.

He laughed.

“Kacchan!!”

Kacchan had Izuku pressed close to his chest, and Izuku's face was similarly pressed into the other boy's neck.

Izuku's heart was racing. That burnt sugar scent, the proximity, the absolute thrill of being kidnapped by Kacchan made him giddy as they flew through the streets.

The thrill of being--

of being--

“Kacchan,” Izuku squeezed out, mind racing. “A-aren’t you worried about breaking rules? Getting in trouble??”

“I’d break all the rules for you, Izuku!”

Izuku's blood turned to ice in his veins.

Absurdly, the first thing his panicking brain spun up was that Kacchan hadn't stayed late with him. He hadn't come to visit him in the hospital at all.

Of course he hadn't.

Izuku didn't fight against Kacchan in the hospital, but like hell he wasn't going to fight now.

He twisted, pulling hard on the neck under his arms and throwing their weight off balance. They stopped running, but Izuku was still firmly in the fake's clutches.

Fingers dug harshly into Izuku's side and leg as the doppelganger adjusted, stumbling only briefly before righting himself.

Izuku cried out in pain.

“Let me go!”

“That wasn't very nice, Izuku!”

The strong arms around him crushed Izuku tightly to Fake-Kacchan's chest.

Izuku struggled, but he was exhausted; One for All burned under his skin but he didn't have the energy to call it up. He had to think of something! Think, Izuku, think!!

..

“Oi!”

Izuku's heart stopped.

The voice was the same as the one belonging to the blond holding him, but it was distant, came from behind--

“Drop the nerd, shithead.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku whispered.

Sure enough, now there were two Kacchans standing in the dark, deserted street.

This one looked a lot angrier.

His palms crackled as he advanced.

“Aw, that's no fun,” the first whined, sticking out his lip in a very un-Kacchan-like way. “You sure you don't just wanna play with him together? Bet he'd like that!”

The fake flipped up the edge of Izuku's hospital gown, flashing his bare hip at Kacchan.

Izuku socked him in the jaw.

Without OfA and with the past few days’ events still dragging heavily on his body, there wasn't much power behind it; more of a clip than a proper uppercut. But it did the job - Fake Kacchan staggered, and Real Kacchan closed in.

In a flash, Izuku hit the asphalt, his bandages stopping only some of the scrapes from blooming across his skin. They burned, sure, but Izuku had suffered far worse.

He rolled out of the way.

Literal sparks began to fly. Kacchan vs. Kacchan, explosion vs. explosion. But it became very quickly apparent that only one of them truly knew how to use the quirk, and Real Kacchan gained the upper hand within minutes.

In a comic book, it would have been hard to tell them apart. ‘I'm the real Kacchan!’ They'd say. Or. ‘I'm the real Katsuki?’ What would Kacchan say that would be the dramatic tip-off for Izuku, gleaned only from their strong bond forged over a lifetime together?

“Oi, Shitty Deku, look alive!”

The Kacchans came barrelling toward him, and Izuku had to scramble with a squawk to avoid getting squished.

“Nooo, sweet Izuku would look so much better if we hit him!!”

It wasn't hard to tell them apart in reality.

Separating violently, the fake began stomping his feet. “No, no, no! You ruined it! Agh!! Hey, hotshot, can I get some more of your blood? I'm outta time!” His face horrifyingly began to melt, dripping down his jaw and revealing that it was, in fact her jaw. 

Toga Himiko.

“Fuck off,” Kacchan snarled, spreading his arms wide into an attack stance.

“Okay!” she chirped, bouncing up and down on her toes. “Bye!”

And she ran off into the darkness.

Kacchan started after her like he meant to pursue, but halted, eyeing Izuku still crumpled on the cold ground.

With a huff, he stalked back over.

Izuku jolted up to standing, but the sudden movement left him light-headed and dizzy, and blacked out his vision. He tipped over.

And Kacchan caught him.

Kacchan. Caught him.

“The hell, Deku? How'd you get tricked by some shitty fake?”

His words were angry but he sounded.. hurt.

Hot hands on Izuku's arms, gunpowder and caramel and smoke, and oh, how could Izuku have ever thought that Toga was genuine?

Because the smell was right but the eyes, how had he not seen it in the eyes?

Kacchan's intense, wild, eyes; rubies dipped in fire and blood, burning with a fury and a brightness that left Izuku breathless.

This was Kacchan. No one else even came close.

Izuku turned away, his face hot. “It was too late by the time I figured it out,” he mumbled.

“Tch,” Kacchan scoffed, snatching his hands back and shoving them into his pockets. “Can you walk?”

“Um.” Izuku looked down at his bare, bleeding feet under wobbly legs. “Yes?”

Kacchan scowled.

“Stupid idiot,” he muttered, before roughly sweeping Izuku right off of his scuffed-up feet.

Izuku's heart had never beat so fast.

He was in the same bridal position as he had just been in while being held by Toga-Kacchan. But these arms were different.

If Kacchan had ever held Izuku before, there would have been no way he would have been tricked by that fake.

Strong, unyielding. Rough. Gentle.

Izuku was falling rapidly and he had nothing to cling to to stop it. Nothing but those hard-earned muscles cradling him.

Burying his burning face in his own hands, Izuku desperately tried to stop himself from coming undone in his rival's arms. He had whiplash from everything that had just happened. What was wrong with him? Was he just in shock?

Kacchan had rescued him like some helpless maiden, and now he was acting like one, falling in love with his hero!

Falling in--

Falling--

“Earth to Deku.”

“Ehh?!”

“I said, you got a fever or something? You're hot as fuck.”

Izuku groaned.

“M'fine, Kacchan. Just. Embarrassed,” Izuku pushed out. “Sorry for the trouble. Sorry you had to.. fight yourself.”

Kacchan grunted, and began walking. “It's whatever. Like I was gonna let some shitty extra with my face take you.”

Izuku's heart fluttered.

“H-how did you find me, anyway?”

“Saw your ass go flying out the window. And somehow mine, too.”

The ward Izuku was staying in didn't face the front of the hospital, the visitor's lot, or anywhere where people would naturally loiter. It opened up to little more than an alley.

How could Kacchan have seen him?

But more importantly..

“You were at the hospital?”

Kacchan was quiet.

The incident that landed Izuku in the hospital had been an attack on a theater, where he had been seeing a show with his mother.

Izuku had tangled with the villain alone, and had barely made it out with his life. But thankfully no one else had been hurt aside from a few minor bumps and scrapes.

None of their other classmates had been there.

It was just Izuku.

When "Kacchan" had shown up at the hospital with Kirishima, Izuku had been surprised - but assumed their boisterous friend had dragged Kacchan with him.

When "Kacchan" had stayed, even after everyone had left, Izuku had been elated.

When "Kacchan" hadn't been Kacchan at all, it damn near broke his heart.

But Kacchan, real Kacchan, had been at the hospital after all. Not to see anyone else and not dragged by friends.

“Kacchan, why were you lurking outside my window?”

Kacchan flinched, jostling Izuku in his arms.

“Sh-shut up, you shitty nerd! I wasn't doing anything like that!”

Even in the dark, illuminated only by soft streetlights, Izuku could see the pink coloring Kacchan's cheeks from his vantage point. Red eyes flicked down before deliberately looking away. Kacchan's scowl deepened.

“Shitty nerd,” he repeated, grumbling.

Izuku couldn't help the tears welling up in his eyes, even as a wobbly smile spread over his face. “You came to see me?”

“Shut. Up,” Kacchan hissed between clenched teeth. ��Or I'll leave you in the damn gutter!”

Fully smiling, Izuku scrubbed at his face. His chest felt unbearably full. If this was love his heart couldn't have picked a better target. Knowing he was pushing his luck, he tentatively let his cheek rest against one firm pectoral.

Kacchan didn't drop him.

“..Why didn't you come up?” Izuku asked after a minute of biting his tongue.

“What'd I just say?”

Izuku pressed his lips together. He didn't want to be left in the gutter.

Kacchan sighed.

“Didn't think you'd want to see me,” he muttered.

“What?!” Izuku squawked. “Why wouldn't I want to see you??”

Kacchan's feet slowed to a stop, and he looked down at Izuku in his arms with an odd expression.

“You asked if I wanted to see that stupid show and I told you to go fuck yourself.”

Oh.

Honestly, Izuku had barely remembered that had happened. He never expected Kacchan would say yes, but they were both home for the weekend, and he figured he'd ask anyway.

Did Kacchan feel guilty that he wasn't at the theater?

“I still wanted to see you,” Izuku said quietly.

Kacchan grimaced. “Idiot. Stupid idiot who can't keep himself out of the damn hospital when some small fry attacks. If I had been there it woulda been different.”

Izuku hummed, closing his eyes. “Sure, Kacchan.”

“Oi, what's that supposed to mean?”

“It means don't beat yourself up. Well. Unless it's Toga.”

“Tch,” Kacchan spat, resuming his walk. “Cheeky little shit.”

Izuku smiled, peeking up through his lashes. “Thanks, Kacchan. For saving me. And for coming to see me. In your own way.”

“Whatever!!” Kacchan sputtered.

Kacchan was blushing furiously and Izuku felt like his heart was going to explode. In a good way.

“Where are we going, by the way?”

“Back to the hospital, useless Deku.”

“Oh. I hate it there.”

Kacchan snorted.

“Tough shit.”

-END-

[rironomind]

Wherever you wanna go (BKDK)

Rating: T for swearing

Pairing: BakuDeku

Summary: They go to the beach. Fluff.

Kacchan paid for the tickets while Deku got them bentos for the journey. He spent some time staring at the little compartments, pointing first at the red set, then the green, growing increasingly flustered.

“Hey. Hurry up, our train’s about to leave.” Deku screamed and clutched his chest. Kacchan ended up paying for the bento as well.

It wasn't easy to get Kacchan to agree to go to the beach. Technically he hadn’t even agreed. And now that they were actually going Deku still didn’t really know why. He had brought it up randomly during the summer and asked kacchan if he would ever take him to the beach and kacchan had said no. For some reason deku asked, “Well why not?” and Kacchan had brushed him off so Deku kept asking. For weeks, until he didn’t even care about going to the beach anymore, he just didn’t want Kacchan to-

To what? To not agree with him? To shut him down without explanation? The more he thought about it, the sillier he felt. Kacchan probably just didn’t want to go. But every time something happened, he would ask to go to the beach.

It started with legitimate reasons, and then he just used any old excuse. “Summer’s almost over” or “It’s my birthday” or “I just recovered from a cold” or even “we just passed that quiz!” Kacchan said no every time.

Then last night, Deku got a text that said to meet at the train station at 6am and to bring a change of clothes. Deku showed up in hiking boots and thick socks. Kacchan was leaning against a pillar in a windbreaker and sneakers checking his phone. He looked up when Deku approached and then looked down and up again. Then he clicked his tongue. “Idiot, I knew you’d do this.”

He pushed a pair of sneakers at Deku who took them dazedly. He still couldn’t handle early mornings the way Kacchan did. “Whoa aren’t these from middle school? I thought they were lost.”

“You left them at my house. Put them on and store those,” he pointed at the hiking boots. “In a coin locker. I won’t let you ruin them.” He pointed at the hiking boots and then stalked off.

Deku decided not to comment on how Kacchan had kept them for years and in such good condition too. He changed his shoes, followed Kacchan to the train platform and got on the Shinkansen.

“Um,” Deku murmured.

“What?”

“Uh. W-where are we going, exactly, Kacchan?” This wasn’t the usual route to the mountains Kacchan liked to hike up.

“We’re going to the beach,” Kacchan said.

“Really? I thought-”

“There was a promotion for the train.”

“Of course.” Deku thought, there wouldn’t have been any special reason would there? Especially if they had to take the Shinkansen for it. “But there’s a beach near the city.”

“There’s a better one further north,” Kacchan said, almost bored. “Give me your hand.”

Deku did. “But it’s not even summer anymore. It’s going to be cold and I didn’t bring a lot of money with me. We need a picnic mat too. And I haven’t told my mom or brought a charger.”

“So?” Kacchan squeezed his hand until it hurt. “You have a jacket, I have money and you can text her. You telling me you wanna go back?” Deku noticed he loosened his grip.

“Um, no. But what abou-”

“Then shut your nerd mouth, lemme take care of everything.” Deku started to argue but Kacchan passed him some sandwiches and water.

“Technically this is a kidnapping,” he muttered.

“What was that?” Kacchan snapped.

“Nothing!” He chirped and looked out of the window. The grey roofs zipped by until they were smears against the pane connected by the unbroken line of telephone wires. The sky was a pale blue smattered with clouds. It was a perfect day to go to the beach. The temperature was on this side of warm and though the morning was chilly, it would warm up under the sun. The school season had started and summer was long over. Not exactly the time to go to the beach but it would be empty.

It occured to Deku, while chewing on his favourite egg mayo sandwich, that Kacchan had been planning. And then later when Kacchan took out the picnic mat at the beach, that he had planned this meticulously down to the last detail. He swallowed and helped to set up the mat.

He looked around the beach, across the untouched sand and the pale blue waves. It was mid-morning but there was nobody around. “The next town is a couple of stops over,” Kacchan explained. “Plus it’s winter.”

“Oh right,” Deku said. He flopped back onto the mat and looked up at the sky. The sun was smudged by the clouds so it looked like it was barely there. “Kacchan, let’s go swimming.”

“No, that’s crazy. You can go freeze or something.”

Deku sat up and tore off his sneakers. He rolled up his trousers and waded out into the sea, shivering as he did so. A sudden onslaught of wind pushed the waves in land, splashing Deku up to his thighs. “Ack!”

“What are you doing?” Kacchan had wanded up to the shore. Waves lapped at his shoes but he refused to take a step further. His blond hair was even messier than usual. “Get back here, damn nerd. You’re going to get my windbreaker wet.”

Deku clutched the stolen windbreaker tighter around him and shook his head, laughing. Then he stopped. “Kacchan, the mat!”

The straw mat was being whipped away by the sea breeze. Kacchan cursed and they both chased after it. As they lay panting on the mat, having set it up once again, Deku laughed. “You got sand everywhere,” he said, brushing Kacchan’s hair and clothes.

“Tch, so do you.”

And the timing must have been right because Kacchan turned to cup Deku’s face and kissed him. Deku gagged and spat. “You taste like sand!”

Kacchan turned red and slammed their foreheads together. “Shut up! So do you!”

“Then don’t kiss me!”

“Don’t tell me what to do, damn nerd!” Then he upended a bottle of water onto Deku. “Drink that!”

Deku lunged up and tackled Kacchan with a shout. “Aagh!” and the sounds of explosions echoed through the beach.

The sun dipped down the horizon, painting both empty red and green bento boxes orange. “Deku. Move.”

“No way.”

“We’re gonna miss our train.”

“We can catch another one.”

“You said that for the last two trains.”

“This place is so beautiful I don’t wanna leave.”

Beat. “You owe me so much sex when we get back.”

“What?!”

[kawaiikichi]

Chocolate on Your Lips (BKDK)

Hey, you guys! I have come with my very first Bakudeku one-shot in honor of Pocky Day 2019. As it is my first one-shot, please go easy on me. I have written other Bakudeku one-shots, but this one will be the first one that I post. The characters will most likely be OOC (Imma be shocked if they are actually IC, especially Bakugou), so please be aware of that.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Chocolate on Your Lips

Summary: All Izuku wanted was to eat some pocky in peace. But Katsuki isn’t having any of that.

One-Shot Notes: Katsuki and Izuku are about 23; they live together; established BKDK; characters may be OOC, particularly Katsuki (be aware of this as this is my very first BKDK one-shot!)

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Izuku sat on the couch, nibbling on some pocky from a box he bought the night before when he went grocery shopping with Katsuki.

It was their day off and the two of them decided to stay home and spend the day together. With Katsuki working out at the gym like he usually did on the afternoons of his days off, Izuku was left to his own devices. So, he decided to watch some television and snack on something while he did.

As the movie he was watching went on commercial break, Katsuki walked into the living room.

“I’m back, Deku.” he said.

“Mmmm, welcome back, Kacchan.” Izuku greeted, pocky stick in his mouth as Katsuki pecked him on the cheek.

“You’re eating those already?” Katsuki asked.

“Yeah.” Izuku looked at Katsuki. “You should go shower.” he told him.

“I will. But first,” Katsuki leaned back in, “let me have a bite.” he said before taking a bite from Izuku’s pocky stick.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed red as Katsuki pulled away, chewing on the piece that he took.

“Mmm, tastes good.” Katsuki turned. “I’ll be out soon.” he said.

“A-Alright!” Izuku stammered out as Katsuki disappeared down the hall.

His hands flew up to his cheeks, which grew redder upon remembering what Katsuki just did.

I can’t believe him! I really thought he was going to initiate the pocky game or something...Kacchan is such a tease, he thought to himself.

He looked over at the hallway, silently hoping that Katsuki would come out of the shower soon.

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It took fifteen minutes for Katsuki to take his shower and return to the living room, taking his seat beside Izuku on the couch.

“Is this one of those Marvel movies?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Izuku finished his pocky stick. “Age of Ultron, to be exact.” he replied.

“Is that so...” Katsuki trailed off.

As the movie played, Katsuki found it hard to pay attention to what was going on. Not with how the pocky stick would bob up and down with each bite that Izuku took from it. The look of the pocky stick in between his boyfriend’s plush lips, the light bobbing motion as he ate it was enough to lure him in.

Dammit, Deku sure knows how to make me want him, he thought to himself.

He shifted and leaned in towards Izuku, taking the other end of the pocky stick in between his teeth. Izuku jumped, turning to look at Katsuki in shock as the blond began nibbling away at his end.

“Kacchan...!” Izuku squeaked out as the stick snapped just inches away from his lips.

“Damn, I almost had it.” Katsuki stated.

“What were you doing, Kacchan?!” Izuku asked, his cheeks a bright red.

“Initiating the pocky game, what the fuck else would I be doing?”

“I can see that!”

“Then, don’t ask such fucking obvious questions!”

Izuku pouted.

“Can’t you let me eat my pocky in peace...?” he asked.

“No. Not when you look so fucking cute as you’re eating it.” Katsuki said as he pulled another stick out of the box and pushed piece of it into Izuku’s mouth.

He took the other end into his mouth and began nibbling on it. He shifted them so that he was straddling Izuku on the couch as the distance was closed between them and their lips came together in a kiss.

Izuku moaned softly as he moved his hands to run his fingers through Katsuki’s hair. He fisted his hands in them as Katsuki’s hands fell on Izuku’s lips, pulling him closer. The taste of chocolate flooded Katsuki’s senses and he wanted more.

Prying Izuku’s mouth open, he slid his tongue inside the warm cavern and dragged his tongue along Izuku’s teeth and the roof of his mouth before stroking Izuku’s tongue lightly. Izuku sighed as their tongues engaged in a heated tango. Then, Katsuki’s hand dipped under Izuku’s shirt and it began to travel up his side. This made Izuku yelp, breaking away from the kiss.

“Kacchan...!” he exclaimed in shock.

Katsuki smirked, his eyes twinkling with desire.

“It’s your fault for being so fucking sexy. Now I’m turned on.” he said, taking Izuku’s hand and bringing it against the growing bulge in between his legs.

Izuku blushed as he stared at Katsuki sheepishly.

“What do you expect me to do, Kacchan?” he asked.

“Take responsibility, Deku. You made me like this, after all.” Katsuki stated.

“Alright then.” Izuku turned them over so that Katsuk was laying on the couch and Izuku was on top of him. “I’ll take responsibility.”

[kawaiikichi]

Senpai (BKDK)

Hey, you guys! I have come with another BKDK one-shot. I happened to stumble upon a Nightcore video for Shiki’s “Senpai” and it featured none other than Bakugou, so this one-shot came to be.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Senpai

Summary: After receiving an interesting gift from Eijirou, Katsuki reluctantly decides to test out the gift with Izuku. Things escalate from there.

One-Shot Notes: Izuku is 23 and Katsuki is 24; it’s Katsuki’s birthday in the one-shot

Warning: NSFW content; read at your own risk!

One-shot is under the cut!

Katsuki sat on the couch, burning holes into the gifts that sat atop the coffee table.

“Kacchan, you don’t need to glare at it so much...” he trailed off.

“I bet that every single one of those gifts are a bunch of useless shit. Everything except for yours, that is.” Katsuki said.

Izuku smiled.

“I’m glad my gift isn’t considered useless.” he said.

“Where is it, anyway?” Katsuki asked.

“Why don’t you look to your right?” Izuku asked.

“Huh? Look to my right?” Katsuki turned and saw that Izuku had stuck a present bow to himself.

“See? Your gift is right here.” he said.

Katsuki couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Damn, it really is.” he pulled Izuku into his arms. “Best gift ever.” he said.

Izuku giggled as Katsuki kissed the top of his head.

“Mmmm, you smell so good...makes me wanna make love to you right on this very couch.” Katsuki said.

“Kacchan...!” Izuku exclaimed as Katsuki nibbled on the shell of his ear.

He managed to wriggle out of the blond’s grasp as Katsuki laughed.

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen just yet.” he said, winking at him.

Izuku blushed as Katsuki grabbed for a big gift bag.

“Now, let’s see here...this is from Shitty Hair.” he said as he pulled the gift paper out and peeked inside.

A scowl immediately crossed his face.

“This piece of shit.” he bit out.

“Hm? Kacchan, what did Kirishima give you?” he asked.

“Something useless.” he replied as he chucked it behind the couch.

“Ah! Kacchan! Don’t chuck it!” Izuku whined as he got up and rushed over to the bag that Katsuki threw.

“Be glad I didn’t blast it yet. It’s going to get blasted once I’m done here.” Katsuki said.

Izuku picked the bag up and peeked inside.

“What the...” he pulled out the contents of it. “Is this a gakuran and a sailor uniform?” he asked.

Katsuki whirled around so fast that he almost got whiplash.

“Why the hell did you look inside the bag, Deku?!” he shouted.

“I was curious!” the clothes fell from Izuku’s hands. “Sorry...” he trailed off.

He moved to put the clothes back in the bag when a note slipped out from the pocket of the gakuran and onto the floor.

A note, he wondered to himself.

“Hey, Kacchan, there’s a note that came with the clothes.” he said.

“Well, don’t fucking read it.” Katsuki bit out as he reached for a gift box from Mina.

Izuku ignored his fuming boyfriend and proceeded to read the note that Eijirou had slipped into the gakuran.

Hey, Bakubro!

I got you this cosplay for you and Midoriya to try out. Who knows, maybe it’ll inspire you to be a little more adventurous with your sex life, wink wink.

-Kirishima

Izuku blushed furiously.

Be a little more adventurous with our sex lives?! Like, foreplay adventurous, he asked himself.

“K-K-Kacchan!” he stammered.

“What’s up, Deku?” Katsuki answered.

“Did Kirishima really buy this so that we could spice up our sex lives?!” he exclaimed.

“Wait, what?!” Katsuki turned around to look at Izuku. “I told you not to fucking read it, Deku!” he snapped.

“I couldn’t help it! I was curious!” Izuku glanced at the note. “But now I’m wondering...is our sex life really too vanilla?” he asked.

“No the hell it ain’t. Our sex life is just fine.” Katsuki said.

“I know, but...I can’t help but think about it...” Izuku trailed off.

He bit his lip.

“Maybe it really is too vanilla...” he murmured.

Katsuki looked at Izuku before sighing.

“Okay, fine! Fucking fine! Let’s try it.” he said.

“Huh?” Izuku questioned.

“The cosplay outfits! We’ll try it out...” Katsuki grumbled.

“We will?” Izuku asked.

“Yes, we fucking will! Now, go and get dressed. I’ll throw on the gakuran.” Katsuki told him.

“Okay!” Izuku responded as he picked up the sailor uniform and went off with it.

Katsuki sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“What the ever loving hell did I just get myself into...?”

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Katsuki stood in the bedroom, watching himself in the floor-length mirror.

He had on the gakuran that Eijirou got him, which was unbuttoned a little along with a white button-up shirt underneath, which was also unbuttoned a bit.

He scowled at his reflection.

I didn’t think I’d be wearing one of these again, he thought to himself as he began to think back on his middle school days when he used to wear one.

He then thought about Izuku, who also wore the same gakuran uniform back in their middle school days.

He was cute in that gakuran, he thought to himself.

He then shot a look at the bathroom door.

I wonder what he’s going to look like in that sailor uniform, he wondered to himself.

Just thinking about it was starting to make him horny.

He quickly looked away as the door opened and Izuku spoke.

“Um, Kacchan? I don’t know if it’s supposed to be this short on me or not...”

Katsuki turned and he nearly had his breath taken away.

Izuku stood by the door in a dark navy sailor uniform, the top cropped a little to give Katsuki a peek of his chest, the skirt so short that he was able to get a glimpse of everything down below, a red scarf, and knee-high black socks.

Katsuki felt his cock stand at attention at the sight.

Shit, he looks so sexy, he thought to himself.

Katsuki swallowed.

“It...looks fine to me.” he said.

Izuku blushed.

“So...how do we plan on doing this? Foreplay should be easy enough, right? All we have to do is assign each other roles and then we can get started...” he trailed off.

“Yeah, that’s about it.” Katsuki said.

He began to walk over to Izuku.

“So, imagine we’re in high school. The two of us are dating. And I,” he stopped before Izuku, bringing a finger under his chin and tilting his head up slightly, “am your senpai.” he spoke lowly.

Izuku seemed to shudder under his intense gaze.

“Kacchan...” he trailed off.

“Now, now, that’s not my name.” Katsuki’s other hand traveled down to Izuku’s ass. “What are you supposed to say, Deku?” he whispered as he groped his ass.

Izuku whimpered as Katsuki pulled him closer so that their chests were flush against one another.

“Tell me.” he whispered against Izuku’s lips.

“Okay...senpai.” Izuku said in a sultry voice as Katsuki captured his lips in a kiss.

The kiss was wet and sloppy, tongues and teeth clashing together. Izuku moaned against Katsuki’s mouth as Katsuki groped him more. He then moved his hands to his thighs and he lifted Izuku up. Izuku’s legs wrapped themselves around his torso as Katsuki carried him over to the bed. Their clothed, hardened cocks pressed and rubbed against each other, making both of them moan in unison.

“Mmmm...sen...pai...” Izuku moaned as Katsuki set him down on the bed.

The blond climbed on top of Izuku, straddling his hips.

“Yes, Deku?” he answered.

“K...Kacchan-senpai...” Izuku reached up to loop his arms over Katsuki’s shoulders. “Senpai, I want you...I need you...” he panted out.

“I know you do.” Katsuki replied before moving in to attack Izuku’s neck.

Izuku’s back arched, a moan falling from his lips as Katsuki nipped and suckled on his neck, leaving behind hickies. He moved down and pushed his shirt up, revealing Izuku’s pert nipples. He circled one with his tongue before enclosing his mouth over it, sucking on it. Izuku moaned as Katsuki’s tongue swirled around it. He would occasionally flick it, making Izuku squirm and groan under him. His toes curled and uncurled with each flick Katsuki delivered to his nipple.

He swapped nipples, giving that one the same treatment. Katsuki’s hand traveled up Izuku’s thigh and dipped under the skirt, cupping Izuku’s hardened erection in his hand. Izuku groaned, bucking his hips into Katsuki’s hand.

“Senpai...!” he whined.

Katsuki tugged on Izuku’s nipple as he rolled his eyes up to meet Izuku’s, which were filled with lust.

“Yes, Deku? Is there something you want?” he asked.

Izuku nodded in response.

“Oh? Like what?” Katsuki asked as he squeezed his erection lightly.

Izuku whimpered, bucking his hips up more.

“Senpai, don’t tease me like this.” he said.

“But I’m not teasing you. I really have no clue what you want.” Katsuki said.

He withdrew from Izuku’s nipple and moved in towards his ear.

“What do you want, my precious Deku?” he asked.

He continued his ministrations, reveling in the whimpers and whines that escaped Izuku’s plush lips. His cheeks were tinted red as Katsuki began to lick the shell of his ear. He then began to drag his tongue along each curve and dip of  Izuku’s ear, making him shudder at the sensation.

“Tell me or else I can’t help you.” he purred.

“Your...your mouth! Put your mouth...around my cock. Put your mouth around it, senpai...” Izuku breathed out.

“Oh...that’s you wanted? You should’ve told me before.” Katsuki cooed teasingly.

He kissed Izuku’s ear before moving down and pulling Izuku’s boxers off of him. Izuku’s cock stood up proudly, the tip leaking pre-cum and staining the skirt. Katsuki’s head disappeared under the skirt and he brought the tip of Izuku’s cock into his mouth.

Izuku moaned as Katsuki licked at the pre-cum leaking out. He then moved lower, bringing more of Izuku into him. He swirled his tongue around Izuku’s erection, feeling the veins against his tongue. Moan after moan fell from Izuku’s lips as he hooked his legs over Katsuki’s shoulders, wrapping them around his neck and trapping him there.

“Shit.” he tapped Izuku’s thigh, hoping he would loosen up. Izuku complied, legs dangling loosely from Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Good Deku.” he spoke against Izuku’s cock, making him groan from above him.

“Oh, senpai...suck me harder...” he moaned out.

Katsuki chuckled.

“You’ve always liked it hard.” he said as he bobbed his head up and down. He would occasionally deepthroat him, which would make Izuku moan loudly.

“Shit, senpai...! I...I’m going to cum! Oh, I’m going to cum!” Izuku cried out.

“Cum, then.” Katsuki said.

He sucked faster and harder, moving back up and flicking the tip with his tongue. Izuku let out a loud cry as he came, spurting streams of white into Katsuki’s mouth. Katsuki stroked him quickly, more white streams coming out from the tip. Katsuki rose his head, looking at Izuku’s flushed face and lust-filled eyes. He swallowed Izuku’s cum, making sure that his boyfriend was watching him.

“Mmmm, tastes good. I love the way you taste, Deku.” Katsuki reached up and began to pop open his gakuran and white button-up shirt, revealing his built and chiseled chest. “Now, how about you satisfy your senpai?” he suggested.

He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. As if on instinct, Izuku pulled his slacks down along with his boxer briefs to reveal his hardened cock, which stood flush against his stomach. He began peppering kisses up the underside of his cock, eventually reaching the leaking tip. He kissed the tip, listening to Katsuki hiss. Then, he rolled his eyes up to lock eyes with Katsuki before engulfing the tip in his mouth. He sucked on it lightly, his eyes trained on Katsuki’s changing facial expressions all the while.

“Fuck, Deku...shit, you’re so hot...” he panted out.

Izuku went down on him, taking more of Katsuki’s cock in his mouth. He brought his hand up to stroke what he couldn’t take into his mouth, moaning onto his length. This made Katsuki groan.

“Shit.” he said as he bucked his hips.

Izuku gasped at the sudden thrust. He stared up at Katsuki in surprise.

“Senpai?” he questioned, pulling away from Katsuki’s cock.

Katsuki bit his lip.

“Fuck, Deku, I didn’t say you could fucking stop.” he said before bringing his cock back into Izuku’s mouth. He fisted his hands in Izuku’s hair and began to fuck his mouth. Izuku moaned against his cock as he continued thrusting in and out.

“Shit...” Katsuki lolled his head backward, staring up at the ceiling with half-lidded red eyes. “Your mouth feels so good around my cock. Keep taking more of my cock, Deku.” he said.

Izuku moaned, letting the taste of Katsuki flood his senses. Eventually, his thrusts began to grow jerky and irregular. He stared at Katsuki as he groaned.

“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum.” he said.

Izuku felt Katsuki’s hands drop from his hair and he immediately withdrew from his cock, taking it into his hand and stroking it fast and hard.

“Come on, cum all over me.” Izuku positioned himself accordingly. “Paint your face with my cum, senpai.” he spoke in a sultry voice.

Katsuki grunted as he came, streams of white coating Izuku’s face. Some dropped onto his tongue. Izuku helped his boyfriend ride out his orgasm, stroking him more and more. Katsuki panted harshly as he stared down at Izuku, who gazed up at him lustfully.

“You came all over me...” he swallowed, reaching up to swipe at some cum on his cheek. “You painted my face with your cum, senpai...” he spoke seductively.

Katsuki, stared, feeling his dick twitch at the sight.

Fuck, he’s so hot, he thought to himself.

“Fuck, Deku, why do you have to be so fucking hot?” he asked as he pounced him, pinning him to the bed.

He lapped at Izuku’s face before venturing down to his lips, capturing them in a rough kiss. Izuku moaned loudly against Katsuki’s mouth as Katsuki parted his lips, letting Izuku’s tongue dart in. He tasted the blond’s cum in his mouth, which stirred something from within him. As he dragged his tongue along his teeth, he felt himself growing hard once more.

I need him to fuck me, Izuku thought to himself.

“Mmm, senpai.” he moaned out.

“Yes, Deku?” Katsuki answered.

Izuku pulled away from their kiss, their lips brushing against one another.

“Fuck me.” he whispered.

“I will.” Katsuki pecked his lips. “But, I need to prep you before I do that.” he said.

He climbed off of Izuku and reached to open the nightstand drawer, digging through it. Then, he pulled out a pack of condoms along with a bottle of lube.

“There we go...” he trailed off, popping the bottle cap off and pouring some lube into his hand. He coated his fingers in it and he brought them to Izuku’s puckered entrance, tracing circles around it. Izuku mewled, pushing his hips against Katsuki’s fingers.

“Patience, Deku, patience. Good things come to those that wait.” Katsuki spoke teasingly.

He continued like this for a couple more minutes before pushing a finger in. Izuku squirmed under him as Katsuki began to thrust his finger in and out.

“Senpai...” he moaned out.

He released another moan as Katsuki plunged another finger inside of him. 

“You like that?” Katsuki asked as he began to scissor him.

Izuku nodded.

“Yes, senpai...” he panted out.

Katsuki leaned in and kissed him again, their moans creating a harmonious symphony along with the slurping of their tongues. Katsuki continued thrusting his fingers in and out of him, listening to IZuku moan against his mouth. Then, he curled his fingers and the tips of his fingers brushed against something.

“Ah!” Izuku gasped, back arching.

“I must have hit a really good spot, didn’t I, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

He began to massage it with his fingers, making Izuku squirm under him. Moans and loud cries fell from Izuku’s lips as he neared his climax.

“S-Senpai! Mmm...Kacchan...” Izuku stared up at Katsuki, who pulled away from the kiss. “I’m going to cum...” he choked out.

“Are you?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku nodded.

“Let me cum, senpai...mmm, let me cum...!” Izuku cried out.

“I would love to...” Katsuki’s lips hovered over Izuku’s ear. “But, I think it’s time you get something...bigger.” he said.

He pulled his fingers out of Izuku, making Izuku whine. He pouted, staring at Katsuki as he tore open a condom and rolled it over his hardened cock. Then, he coated it in lube before positioning it against Izuku’s entrance.

“Now, relax, Deku.” he said.

Izuku looked up at Katsuki, bringing his arms around his neck as Katsuki began to push in. Izuku sucked in a gasp, eyes wide.

“Ohhhh...” Katsuki began to fill him. “Senpai...” he trailed off.

Katsuki stared down at Izuku and noticed the tears that were budding at the corners of his eyes. He kissed them away as he continued to push in. He was fully sheathed a couple of minutes later.

“Senpai...please make sure you go slow first...” Izuku trailed off.

“No promises there, Deku. You just feel so good around me. I don’t think I can resist.” Katsuki replied.

He pulled almost all the way out before ramming back into Izuku. He let out a cry as Katsuki continued to thrust in and out of him. He quickly picked up speed, the bed creaking and jerking about violently. Moans and grunts filled the room as Katsuki rammed into him. He picked Izuku’s leg up and brought it over his shoulder, listening to Izuku moan loudly.

“Oh! Senpai...you’re so deep inside me...!” he cried out.

“You fucking like it when I’m deep inside of you, don’t you, Deku? Watching me fuck you nice and deep like this, all dressed up in a sailor uniform...you’re quite the slut, aren’t you, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

Izuku moaned.

“Yes...! Oh yes, I’m Kacchan’s slut...” he moaned out.

“Don’t you mean you’re Senapi’s slut, Deku?” Katsuki asked, nipping at Izuku’s calf.

Izuku moaned as Katsuki left hickies and bite marks all over his calf and thigh. Then, his back arched upon Katsuki nailing his prostate.

“Found it again.” he said, a grin pulling at his lips as he continued to thrust in and out, hitting Izuku’s sweet spot every time.

“Oh...Oh, senpai...” Izuku panted, swearing that he was seeing stars with each thrust that Katsuki delivered to his sweet spot.

Katsuki reached down and he began to stroke Izuku’s cock with his free hand, making him cry out.

“Mmm, Kacchan! Fucking shit, Kacchan! It feels so fucking good, oh my god!” he screamed.

“Wow, you sure have quite a vulgar mouth, Deku. Didn’t know you had it in you to start dropping f bombs like nobody’s business.” Katsuki remarked.

“It’s only with you, Kacchan. Only with you—Shit! Oh my god, I’m getting close!” Izuku moaned out.

“Good. Let me be the only one to fuck you up like this. Only I can pleasure you like this. And also,” he leaned in so that he was towering over Izuku, “what are you supposed to be calling me?” he asked.

“Senpai...senpai...!” Izuku’s body spasmed as he came. His walls tightened around Katsuki, making his thrusts jerky.

“Fuck...!” Katsuki bit out as he came.

They both panted harshly as Katsuki rode out his orgasm. Katsuki withdrew, reaching down and swiping up some of Izuku’s cum with his thumb. He licked it off seductively.

“You taste really good.” Katsuki pulled out of Izuku. “Just looking at you covered in your own cum is turning me on again.” he said.

He took of the condom, tied it up, and tossed it in the nearby trash bin as his cock stood up proudly once more.

“A...Again...?” Izuku panted out.

“Well, I don’t see your dick complaining, Deku. Also, you can’t say no to senpai.” Katsuki told him.

Izuku laughed.

“I guess you’re right.” he said.

“Now, turn around and get on all fours. I’m going to fuck you from behind.” Katsuki said.

Izuku complied, turning and getting on all fours on the bed. Katsuki flipped the skirt up and reached to tear open another condom packet. He rolled the condom on and coated himself with lube before teasing Izuku’s entrance with the tip. Izuku mewled as he looked over his shoulder at Katsuki.

“Senpai, don’t tease.” he chided.

“I do what I damn please. If I wanna tease you, then I will.” Katsuki shot back.

He pushed Izuku’s shirt up and he peppered his back with kisses, nipping at it occasionally. Izuku whined as he wiggled his hips, pressing his entrance against Katsuki’s cock.

“Someone’s being needy.” Katsuki commented.

Izuku whined once more, which made Katsuki chuckle.

“Well, not like I’m complaining, though.” he said before pushing the tip into Izuku.

Izuku moaned as Katsuki began to fill him up.

“Mmm, senpai...senpai’s inside me...” he trailed off.

“Damn right, I am. And you’re going to love every second of it.” Katsuki said.

He placed his hands on Izuku’s hips and he began to thrust in and out of him. Izuku moaned at the feeling of Katsuki inside of him.

“Go harder, Senpai.” Izuku demanded.

“What, you’re ordering me around now?” he rammed into Izuku, making him yelp. “Who said you could order your senpai around? Huh?” Katsuki asked as he began pounding into Izuku.

Loud moans fell from Izuku’s lips as Katsuki pounded into him harder and deeper. Katsuki leaned over him, nipping at his back.

“Mmm, senpai...” Izuku moaned out.

Katsuki grinned as he continued. He nailed Izuku’s sweet spot moments later, making Izuku’s head snap up as he cried out.

“Shit! Oh my god, hit me there again, senpai!” he exclaimed.

“Fucking shit, Deku...” Katsuki grunted as he nailed Izuku’s prostate with each thrust.

Drool began to dribble down the sides of Izuku’s mouth and stars dotted his vision. He began moaning and babbling incoherently as his hardened cock brushed against the sheets.

Oh my god, this feels so good. My cock is rubbing against the sheets and Kacchan is hitting my sweet spot...I feel like I’ve ascended to heaven, Izuku thought to himself.

“Mmm, Kacchan...Kacchan—” Katsuki fisted his hand in Izuku’s hair and yanked his face towards his own, their lips coming together in a bruising kiss.

Izuku moaned loudly against Katsuki’s mouth as the blond forced his mouth open, plunging his tongue inside. Their tongues swirled and danced with each other, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths. Katsuki pulled away from the kiss, staring into Izuku’s lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck, you keep breaking character, Deku.” he shoved Izuku’s face into the pillow. “I am your fucking senpai! Remember that, Deku!” he shouted.

He kept his fingers fisted in Izuku’s hair, pinning his head down to the pillow as he continued thrusting into him. Izuku moaned and cried out into the pillow, the word “senpai” continuously falling from his lips.

“Fuck, Deku, you’re tightening around me...!” Katsuki bit out as Izuku’s walls began pulsing around his cock.

“Senpai...senpai, shit, I’m going to cum...!” Izuku cried out.

He gripped the pillow tighter, his knuckles turning white. Katsuki hovered over his body completely, proceeding to pepper his neck with kisses. Then, he bit down into the junction where Izuku’s neck and shoulder met. Izuku screamed, his orgasm knocking into him with full force.

He trembled as streams of white coated his stomach and the bedsheets. He moaned lowly as he bucked his hips against Katsuki’s cock, riding out his orgasm.

“Fucking...shit...!” Katsuki breathed out against the nape of Izuku’s neck.

He came soon after, thrusts jerky as he rode out his climax. Izuku moaned as Katsuki’s hold on his hair grew slack. He slowly rose his head as his legs gave out. Katsuki grabbed for him before he could collapse onto the bed.

“Shit, don’t collapse on me, Deku.” he stated.

He pulled out and took off the condom, tying a knot at the top and tossing it. Then, he reached for Izuku, pulling him onto his lap. Izuku slung his arms over Katsuki’s shoulders, staring into his red eyes.

“Senpai...” he murmured.

“You don’t need to call me that anymore. The foreplay is over now.” Katsuki said.

“Okay then...” Izuku smiled. “Kacchan—” he was cut off by Katsuki pulling him closer, their lips coming together in a kiss.

Compared to the kisses they shared not too long ago, this one was sweet and chaste. Their lips melded together as Katsuki kissed him gently. The blond’s hands moved to rest on Izuku’s back, stroking it softly. He licked at Izuku’s lips, asking for entrance. Izuku complied, parting his lips so that Katsuki’s tongue could slip inside. Izuku moaned as Katsuki dragged his tongue along his teeth, seemingly memorizing each dip and curve of his teeth. He ran it along the roof of his mouth before proceeding to stroke Izuku’s tongue with his own. Izuku’s tongue batted at Katsuki’s playfully and their tongues soon began to dance with one another in a slow tango.  

Izuku smiled as Katsuki pulled away.

“Kacchan...the foreplay was actually pretty fun...” he trailed off.

He pressed a lazy kiss to the blond’s cheek.

“Thank you for agreeing to do it with me, Kacchan...” he murmured before dropping his head onto Katsuki’s shoulder. 

“Oi, Deku, don’t just go dropping your head on my shoulder.” Katsuki said as he looked down at his boyfriend.

That was when he realized that Izuku had fallen asleep.

“Oi, Deku. Wake up.” he nudged him, but that did little to wake Izuku up. “Come on, Deku, get up.” he said.

However, Izuku refused to stir from the slumber he had fallen into.

“Come on, Deku, wake up! We need to take a fucking shower, goddammit!”

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“So! How’d you like my gift, Bakugou?” Eijirou asked, seating himself at the bar counter in the kitchen the next day.

“Why the fuck would you want to know, Shitty Hair?” Katsuki barked out.

“Because I’m curious! I wanna know if you used it effectively~” Eijirou said, winking at Katsuki as he said that.

Katsuki snarled as he slammed a glass of water down before him.

“Drink your damn water and die, dipshit.” he bit out.

Just then, Izuku came out from their bedroom in a lemonade yellow sweater with a wide scoop neck, black jeans, and a pair of All Might socks.

“Oh! Kirishima, you’re here!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Oh!” Eijirou turned in his seat to look at Izuku. “Hey, Eijirou!” he chirped.

Katsuki looked over at Izuku and gawked once he saw what he had on.

“This adorable little nerd...” he growled out, explosions erupting from his hand.

As soon as Izuku was about a few feet away, he grabbed Izuku’s wrist and yanked him over to him.

“What the hell are you wearing?!” he shouted.

“What?! I’m just wearing some comfy clothes!” Izuku whined.

“With such a wide scoop neck cut?! It’s showing off everything!” he snapped.

“It’s not showing off that much, Kacchan!” Izuku shot back.

As they continued to bicker, Eijirou glanced at Izuku, mentally noting the hickies and bite marks that covered his neck and collarbone. He couldn’t help but grin.

Seems like it did work, after all.

[kawaiikichi]

Midweek Progress Post (12-11-2019)

Hey, you guys! Here is the midweek progress post for this week. We’ve got more Bakudeku along with a sneak peek at the requests I’m working on! :D

Excerpts are under the cut!

The Way You Taste (BKDK one-shot):

Izuku stepped back outside as headed across the beach as he saw Katsuki walking back onto the shore. A smile spread across his lips before he could stop it and he waved.

“Kacchan!” he called out.

Katsuki met his gaze with narrowed red eyes. He stared at him for a couple minutes before walking over to him.

“Stop calling me that, Deku.” he bit out.

“I don’t think I will, Kacchan.” Izuku shot back.

“You little...” he then noticed the bag that Izuku had on his shoulder. “What, you going for a swim or something?” he asked.

“No, I’m not.” Izuku dug through the bag. “I actually brought sandwiches for you.” he replied, taking the container out for Katsuki to see.

Senpai (BKDK one-shot):

Compared to the kisses they shared not too long ago, this one was sweet and chaste. Their lips melded together as Katsuki kissed him gently. The blond’s hands moved to rest on Izuku’s back, stroking it softly. He licked at Izuku’s lips, asking for entrance. Izuku complied, parting his lips so that Katsuki’s tongue could slip inside. Izuku moaned as Katsuki dragged his tongue along his teeth, seemingly memorizing each dip and curve of his teeth. He ran it along the roof of his mouth before proceeding to stroke Izuku’s tongue with his own. Izuku’s tongue batted at Katsuki’s playfully and their tongues soon began to dance with one another in a slow tango.

Izuku smiled as Katsuki pulled away.

“Kacchan…the roleplay was actually pretty fun…” he trailed off.

He pressed a lazy kiss to the blond’s cheek.

“Thank you for agreeing to do it with me, Kacchan…” he murmured before dropping his head onto Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Oi, Deku, don’t just go dropping your head on my shoulder.” Katsuki said as he looked down at his boyfriend.

That was when he realized that Izuku had fallen asleep.

“Oi, Deku. Wake up.” he nudged him, but that did little to wake Izuku up. “Come on, Deku, get up.” he said.

However, Izuku refused to stir from the slumber he had fallen into.

“Come on, Deku, wake up! We need to take a fucking shower, goddammit!”

Feverish (BKDK one-shot):

Izuku woke to the feeling of something cold being placed on his forehead. He groaned, eyes slowly opening.

“Ka...cchan...?” he murmured.

His vision focused and the first thing that caught his eye was a pristine white coat. He looked to see Katsuki, who had on navy blue scrubs in addition to the white coat.

Red eyes peered down at him.

“That’s Doctor Katsuki to you, troublesome patient.” he stated.

Izuku blinked his eyes twice in confusion.

“Doctor...?” he wondered out loud.

“Damn right, I am.” Katsuki leaned in, his lips brushing against Izuku’s ear. “Is the fever making you so delirious that you’ve forgotten what you brought up during dinner two weeks ago?” he asked.

You’re the Only One for Me (BKDK Christmas one-shot):

“A turtleneck for Kacchan, huh...” he trailed off.

His mind drifted off into dangerous territory, imagining Kacchan in the turtleneck. It would pair well with jeans and a beige coat. It would also do wonders in defining his muscles and his chest—

Izuku’s cheeks turned red, which made Ochaco giggle.

“Your thoughts are wandering, aren’t they?” she asked.

“Ah! N-No, that’s not it at all!” Izuku squeaked out.

Ochaco laughed.

“You don’t need to lie, Deku. I know you’re thinking of Bakugou in the turtleneck.” she said.

Take Me Away (BKDK one-shot):

“Oh god, yes...” he moaned out.

“Look at you, being fucked hard against this window...it’s like you want the world to see how lewd you are, not to mention that lewd face of yours.” Katsuki nipped at the shell of Izuku’s ear. “Go on, take a look at yourself.” he urged.

Izuku panted, his breath hitting the window as he looked at his reflection. His breath caught in his throat as he stared at his flushed cheeks, parted lips, and eyes glazed over with lust.

I can’t believe that’s me. I look so...lewd, he thought to himself.

He found himself stifling a scream when Katsuki hit his sweet spot. Katsuki chuckled, his breath hitting his ear.

“You can scream, Deku. The walls are soundproof, so only I can hear you.” Katsuki purred.

Phone Charm (Pregame Oumasai fluff request for Anon):

“It’s alright. Tell me, why don’t you want to get another one?” Kokichi asked.

Shuichi sniffled as he stared at Kokichi, who smiled at him softly.

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed.

“That is...that phone charm...” he trailed off.

“Yeah?” Kokichi said.

“You don’t remember it?” Shuichi asked.

“The phone charm?” Kokichi questioned.

“Yeah...” tears welled up in Shuichi’s eyes. “You bought it for me for my birthday, so...it’s very important to me...” he trailed off.

Would You Give Me a Chance? (Saiouma “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad! I won’t allow that!” for Anon):

“Yes! I’m gonna win, I’m gonna win, I’m gonna win—“ Just as Peach was about to cross the finish line, a blue shell hovered over her head and it exploded, making her flip over.

Kokichi’s jaw dropped, the remote nearly falling out of his hands as Koopa sped over the finish line.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Did you send that blue shell my way just now?!” he shouted, shooting Shuichi a look.

Shuichi shrugged as he reached for his wine glass and took a sip.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. The world may never know.” he said.

There You Are, For Real This Time (Part 2 of “There You Are, In My Dreams” for Anon):

“How do I know that this is the truth? How do I know that I’m not dreaming again?” Kokichi asked.

“That’s simple. All I have to do is this.”

Shuichi said before capturing Kokichi’s lips in a kiss.

Kokichi’s eyes widened as fireworks exploded in the background behind them. He paid little mind to them as Shuichi pulled away.

“This is the truth, Ouma-kun. I like you too and this isn’t a dream. This is real. If you would like, I could pinch you.” Shuichi suggested.

I Need Your Warmth (Saiouma “Hug me so I can get warm” for elivie):

“How are you feeling now? Are you starting to get warmed up?” he asked.

“Yeah, the bath is working wonders.” he smiled as Shuichi made his way over to him. “Thank you, my beloved.” he said.

“Of course.” Shuichi pushed Kokichi’s damp hair off to the side and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You take your time, alright?” he told him.

“I will.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi pulled away and headed out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Kokichi pulled his knees up to his chest, the water sloshing. He rested his chin on his knees as he smiled, thinking about Shuichi.

“Gosh, he’s so sweet.”

[cinnabea]

ahhh idk man, I don’t think fic threads are for me. I wrote this one though, it’s a little oceanic bkdk deku whump (you’re shocked, I know.) Posted it in full below the cut for easier tumblin, but the format/pacing is tweet-sized. Don’t think I’ll wind up putting it on ao3 unless it becomes part of a drabble collection or something.

Fff it’s sad hours today so I wrote this incredibly indulgent thing! enjoy

The rain beat down in icy sheets, near indistinguishable from the murky gray saltwater it ended up in. Visibility was low, tensions were high and time was running out.

“Bakugou-chan, not yet, kero.”

Frog girl was pulling back on Katsuki’s elbow, but he barely felt it through the numbness spreading across his entire body. He perched on the edge of the slick, rocky outcropping, scowling down at the violent water churning below.

It was supposed to just be a standard publicity appearance. A few local heroes posing for photos with a Coast Guard rep, a brief presentation on riptide safety, some autographs and home by dinner. Dinner that Katsuki was making.

It wasn’t supposed to be a live demonstration.

“I thought this was your specialty,” he bit back. He dipped down into his unlimited anger reserves, trying to apply it like a balm over his fraying nerves.

She shook her head, the droplets that flew off quickly replaced by more. “The tide is too high. I can’t get to him.”

“It’s not gonna get any fuckin’ lower with this storm!” Katsuki flailed his arm out over the ocean, gesturing to the maelstrom that had come bearing down on them out of nowhere, a sudden change in the jet stream bringing a torrent of wind and rain right up the coast.

And of course, it wouldn’t have been a problem, would have proceeded as planned, if the last little boy in line for autographs hadn’t slipped right off the pier into the choppy water, swept away before anyone could register it had even happened.

Luckily for the UA graduates their aquatic expert was with them that day. Unluckily she was already back at the van.

So Deku was the one that went into the water.

It had happened so fast - one moment the nerd and the little boy were on the pier, the next they were both gone.

And Katsuki was left behind to stare at the empty space.

Everything was a blur after that.

The boy was found mere minutes later, just down the beach and wedged relatively safely between two rocks above the waterline. Crying, clutching a cream-colored glove in his hands.

Deku was not with him.

“He’ll be okay, kero,” Asui assured Katsuki, gently patting her large fingers against his arm. “He was awake and responding to me. I just need the water to go down or we will both die. Help will be here soon.”

Somewhere below them, trapped in a shoreline cave just under where they had found the child, was the missing fledgling hero. Asui had found him there shortly after she got on the scene. He was alive. But she couldn’t get to him; the swirling rapids keeping him just out of reach.

And he was injured.

Katsuki didn’t know the extent but Asui had called for paramedics the moment she had surfaced. She wouldn’t tell him more than that.

He wasn’t sure he could handle knowing.

The waiting was killing him. His hands were cold and clammy and useless; hardly able to blow anything up and nothing to blow up anyway. This wasn’t what Katsuki was suited for. Anyone else would have been better. But like hell would anyone be able to get Katsuki to stand down.

He had dinner to make.

And a shitty nerd to eat it with.

“Check on him again,” Katsuki growled. He had intended his tone to be an order, commanding. It was anything but.

Still, the girl as his side nodded, crawling down the rocks as only she could, disappearing from view as she rounded the crest.

More waiting.

“Bakugou-chan!” Asui’s voice was high and panicked as she popped back into view. Her large eyes were impossibly wide. “I don’t see him!”

The wet rock disappeared from under Katsuki’s feet. He was in the air, falling, flying; his heartbeat slamming in staccato bursts.

“No, Bakugou-chan!”

It was stupid, it was rash, it was exactly what Deku would have done.

Katsuki thanked whatever higher power at play that he was in full uniform for this event, his gauntlets giving him the raw firepower to blast off the water’s surface as he careened down.

He slammed forward gracelessly, toppling down the slippery rock wall as saltwater assaulted him from every side. For a brief moment, he berated himself for just ending up as another casualty, but then he was soaring over the ocean’s maw into the relative calm cavern beyond.

All at once everything stopped.

Katsuki landed with a thud and the cacophonous roar of the storm and the sea fell away behind him. In front of him, there was only Deku.

“Kacchan,” he whispered.

“You.. idiot,” Katsuki choked out, falling to his knees. Deku was half-submerged in water, pressed tightly under a jagged formation of rock. The green uniform was torn in a dozen places, and there was so, so much red; spilling from the rips and pouring down his face.

“It’s not safe,” Deku murmured, his eyes glazed over. “Water.. can still get here. Keeps pushing me.”

“Of course it’s not fucking safe,” Katsuki said. His numb fingers scrabbled against the rock keeping Deku pinned, trying not to notice how the blood hampered his efforts.

“The boy?”

Katsuki snorted, and it sounded wet. “Brat’s fine. Thanks to you.”

Deku closed his eyes, exhaling a shaky breath. “Thank goodness.”

“Oi,” Katsuki barked. “Don’t you fuckin’ go to sleep, asshole.”

A chuckle. A shiver.

Silence.

Katsuki eased Deku out from where he was trapped, quickly pressing a hand down over the flow of red that erupted from his midsection. Icy water lapped at their bodies but Katsuki could only feel the cold that bloomed deep, deep inside of him.

“Kacchan.” His voice was so quiet, hardly rising above his labored breathing. “I have.. to give you something.”

Katsuki’s free hand moved to cover Deku’s mouth.

“We’re not there yet, nerd.”

“Bakugou-chan! Midoriya-chan!”

Asui’s voice echoed in the cavern as she scurried into view along the ceiling, high waves still threatening to dislodge her. Her long tongue snaked forward, wrapping around a stalactite as she swung down to land beside them.

“The storm is passing, the water’s going down, kero,” she croaked. She tapped her long finger against her chin. “Midoriya-chan, you’ve gotten worse.”

Katsuki sucked in a harsh breath. And people thought /he/ was blunt.

It was all another blur after that.

Katsuki loitered as close as possible as the paramedics loaded Deku into the ambulance. He was pale, shivering, and half delirious. But he was alive. And as the adrenaline came crashing down, Katsuki realized how close he had just come to losing his shitty little nerd.

His rival. His friend.

His partner.

Katsuki elbowed the nearest EMT aside as he climbed into the vehicle, ignoring her shout of protest. He hovered directly over Deku’s face, demanding the attention of drifting green eyes.

“Kacchan?”

He pressed a feather-light kiss to cold lips. It wasn’t the first, and god willing it wouldn’t be the last. But Katsuki needed it now more than ever. Deku returned it with as much fervor as he could muster, and Katsuki allowed himself to relax just a fraction.

Before the EMT shooed him away.

“Hey, Kacchan,” Deku called softly over her shoulder. “What’s for dinner?”

Katsuki snorted. At this rate they’d be lucky to get anything other than a shitty hospital meal.

“Anything but seafood.”