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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Dick_Pics, Masturbation,
      Established_Relationship, or_at_the_very_least, these_two_have_done_the
      sex_with_each_other_before
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-21 Words: 5341
****** Make Him Squirm ******
by Redawilo
Summary
     Bakugou comes up with a cruel little plan to make Midoriya
     uncomfortable for the whole day.
     It was totally worth it.
Notes
     I have had this dumb little idea in my head for WEEKS and I could not
     for the life of me figure out how to write it. I just wanted Kacchan
     to send Deku a dick pic!
See the end of the work for more notes
Going to bed early when you’re tired is probably the most sensible decision a
person can make for their health and sanity. It’s also probably the easiest
thing to do. Lie down, get comfy, maybe read something, then shut your brain
off and go to sleep. Simple! Fool-proof! Unfortunately, Katsuki’s stupid body
was having none of it.
Hero training had been more grueling than usual that afternoon, with everyone
in the dorm feeling more sluggish than usual. Even those with more energy than
they ever knew what to do with had been feeling it. Heck, Mina and Eijirou, who
had both gotten banged up enough to warrant a kiss from Recovery Girl, had been
caught having fallen asleep against each other’s shoulders on one of the
couches downstairs and were promptly subjected to pictures getting taken of
them and Denki had drawn a moustache on both of their faces with a marker
(curtesy of Momo, of all people). As such, most of the residents of the dorm
had gone up to bed early, Katsuki included.
Katsuki himself hadn’t needed Recovery Girl’s healing, which did put him on the
side of those who were more awake in the dorm. But he had gone to bed at nine
anyway because his homework was done and he felt like if he stayed up he would
just be bored. He was sufficiently exhausted, and his mind empty of worries, so
sleep should have come easily. But try as he might, he found himself to be
restless. He tried everything, all positions he could think of to get
comfortable, but nothing worked.
Shortly after eleven o’ clock, he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face
into his pillow. He already had a feeling he knew what his problem was, but a
weird thought crept into his consciousness and solidified that feeling.
Katsuki…wasn’t a touchy-feely person. Under normal circumstances he was quite
content to never come into contact with anyone unless it was to beat the ever-
loving shit out of them. So the sudden desire to feel somebody else’s warmth
pressed against his back, to feel their hands caressing his lower abdomen,
fingertips sneaking beneath the waistband of his sweatpants… Yeah, it had been
far too long since he’d last jacked off!
With a groan he rolled back onto his back and stared down at himself. Even in
the darkness of the room, he could see the little bump in his blanket from his
half-hard dick. It almost felt like too much effort to have to reach down and
take care of himself, but he knew he was going to have to or he wouldn’t be
able to sleep. He let out a huff, kicked off his blanket, and shoved a hand
down his pants. The first touches, first strokes, felt good and his cock became
fully erect easily. Despite this, Katsuki scowled as he began going through the
familiar motions.
It was...boring. It felt like a chore to have to jerk himself off just to get
to sleep. It pissed him off! Sometimes masturbating was like that, but that
night it felt particularly bad. Grumbling, Katsuki turned on the lamp beside
his bed and snatched up his phone. Maybe he could find a picture or video to
help make the whole ordeal feel like less of a hassle.
The usual stuff that he had saved and bookmarked didn’t sound appealing, so he
skimmed through a few sites. He searched through his usual favorite tags, but
none of the thumbnails or video titles caught his eye. He scowled and tried to
think of what else he could do, giving his dick a few little tugs the whole
while just to keep himself from going soft.
A thought did occur to him. He nearly laughed it off, but it was the sort of
idea that one can’t simply ignore once it’s wormed its way inside a person’s
head. So with some hesitation he went back to one of his regular sites and
tried a new search.
To his surprise, there were a number of hits for “curly hair sub gay”. He still
had to sift through the results to find one that looked like something he had
actually been after, but find one he did. A young, dark-haired man with curly
hair was getting the soul fucked out of him by an unknown man, and Katsuki’s
dick was immediately interested. Katsuki wrapped his hand around himself and
settled back against his pillow, stroking himself just the way he liked while
he watched the random porn actor writhe and moan in bliss. It didn’t take long
for Katsuki’s brain to mentally photoshop out the man in the video and replace
him with a certain other curly-haired male that he knew.
“Fuck…” the teen groaned, screwing his eyes shut tightly. “Deku…”
Long gone were the days of him feeling ashamed of or angry at himself for
moaning Izuku’s name when he jerked off. The last time he had felt guilt or
frustration over something like that had been months before the first time they
had ever fucked. Why should he suddenly feel anything but desire for the other
to be present now? Katsuki’s mind supplied him with images of the shorter boy
sprawled out on his bed beneath him, panting and moaning for Katsuki, and
Katsuki in turn fucked up into his own fist with abandon.
Somewhere along the line, a thought flitted passed his mind. He fumbled with
his phone, mind hazy from his approaching orgasm but still determined to do
what he wanted to. He closed the video, not even noticing or caring about the
disappearance of the little moans he had still been listening to. He found the
camera app, and pointed it at himself.
He wasn’t able to capture the moment of climax; he hadn’t been intending to, as
he was still aware enough to know that he couldn’t. When he came down enough to
take a look at his picture with a clear head, he smirked. His dick was so, so
hard and an angry red. Precum was dribbling from the tip profusely and his
fingertip was even pressing against the slit. For something done last-minute
and on one try, it was pretty damn good. Hell, Katsuki thought, if I had been
the one to receive this picture I’d be touching myself again right now.
He had an urge to send the picture to its intended recipient right away, and
had to fight himself to put his phone back on the little table instead. While
he wiped himself off with tissues, a smirk played across his lips. He had
bigger plans for that picture than to simply pass it along. For one thing, he
was pretty certain that the person he wanted to see it was already sound
asleep. And while making stupid Deku need to quickly jerk off first thing in
the morning certainly had an amount of appeal to it, he wanted to make the
other boy squirm.
Katsuki grumbled when the thought of what he was going to do brought vivid
images to his imagination. He was in danger of getting hard again, and so he
rolled onto his side and forced himself to close his eyes and go to sleep.
                                     *****
It turned out that Katsuki was in quite a good deal of luck! The teachers all
had a meeting scheduled for that afternoon, meaning the typical hero training
would be cut much shorter than usual. As much as he wanted to drag out the
situation he was about to create, he knew that he himself might not have been
able to last through a normal day either.
During the first class of the day, Katsuki dug his phone out of his pocket and
began to fiddle with it under the desk. He didn’t particularly care about
getting caught; this would only take a minute and he was still listening enough
to answer a question if he was suddenly called on. Besides, the teacher was
busy writing something out on the chalkboard anyway.
No sooner had he tucked his phone away than he caught a sound from behind him.
It was so very quiet, the kind where it might have gone entirely unheard by him
if not for the fact that he had been listening for it. Sure enough, the almost-
silent vibration was followed by Izuku retrieving his own phone from his
pocket. Katsuki fought back against the smirk that wanted to paint his face,
and he nearly held his breath to ensure he caught every little reaction from
the other. He heard the faintest inhalation of breath behind him, and he was
certain that if he turned around he would find that the other boy’s face would
be a beautiful shade of red. He continued to listen as Izuku hurriedly put his
phone away again and attempt to pay attention to the lesson.
But it was too obvious to Katsuki that he was now only attempting to pay
attention. All throughout the class he was more than acutely aware of every
little movement the other made. A fidget here, a random couple of taps of a
pencil there, a slide of a foot half an inch across the floor, and each and
every time that Izuku moved in his seat. All of it painted a pretty little
picture in Katsuki’s mind as he knew all of it was because the poor boy was
trying hard not to let his erection interfere with his learning.
And Katsuki loved it. Every time he caught one of these little sounds, or even
just the tiniest of sighs of frustration, he lost more and more of his resolve
to not smirk. By the time the bell rang to signal end the class, he had lost
that fight. On top of it, Katsuki too had to sit just a little awkwardly to
hide his half-hard cock from the rest of the class.
He heard Izuku’s chair slide back an inch, but the boy didn’t make to get up
from his seat. Katsuki put on his usual resting-bitch-face and turned in his
chair to face him. He nearly failed to keep his expression straight when he saw
just how flushed Izuku still was.
“What’s been eating your ass today?” he asked, voice laced with its typical
level of annoyance with the curly haired teen.
The look Izuku shot him was nothing short of venomous. The boy’s eyes briefly
glanced around them, making certain that no one else was paying attention to
them. No one was; the rest of the class either talking among themselves,
preparing for the next lesson, or using the restroom.
“No one, and that’s the problem.” He whisper-snarled back.
Katsuki’s neutral face broke as he grinned wildly. “Well isn’t that just
terrible? I’d hate to be in your position.”
“Really? Because I wouldn’t mind switching some time.”
The blond haired boy caught sight of Ochako approaching and his usual scowl
returned. “Maybe later…” He muttered quickly before getting to his feet. He
shot Izuku another look, one that he couldn’t quite read, before leaving the
classroom.
It wasn’t until everyone had come back and the next teacher had come in that he
understood what the look had meant. With Uraraka showing up and taking up the
rest of his time between classes, Izuku hadn’t gotten his chance to run to the
bathroom and maybe take care of himself.
And just to make matters worse, Katsuki sent him another message during their
second class.
“If you even so much asdareto try and touch yourself in the bathroom today, I
will kill you!”
Katsuki heard Izuku swallow thickly behind him, and he knew that the rest of
the day was going to be so, so worth it.
                                     *****
Somehow they had managed to do it. Izuku’s squirming had settled down some
throughout the day as other things stole his attention away, but the knowledge
that he was still thinking about it from time to time was nothing short of
delightful. For just when Katsuki began to think that Izuku had forgotten about
it, his ears would catch another slightly-suspicious movement from him and make
it far too obvious that no, Izuku had not forgotten! They avoided each other in
the locker room, and they were able to ignore each other during hero training.
In fact, Katsuki was even able to treat the whole walk back to the dorm as if
nothing was unusual about the day.
To his surprise, Izuku didn’t immediately scamper up to his room in order to
relieve himself. In fact, the boy had only gone in there long enough to change
out of his school uniform just like everyone else. He was down in the lounge
right on time, and for the rest of the afternoon the two went about their days
as usual. Dinnertime came and went, with groups of friends leaving together to
visit the cafeteria during its open hours whenever they decided to. When
Katsuki and his group returned, he was marginally surprised to find Izuku still
downstairs doing homework with his friends. It was beginning to look like the
boy had finished his squirming, and that was just a lot disappointing.
That was, until the curly-haired teen stretched and he and his friends began to
pack up for the night. Normally they would still hangout and chatter, but Izuku
suddenly announced that he was going to go to bed early, making up an excuse
about having had a rough night. Ochako, Tenya, and Shouto all said good-night
to him, and he hurried on upstairs. Katsuki watched him, and began to wonder
how long would be an appropriate amount of time before he would be able to
follow him without it being too obvious.
Fifteen minutes later, Katsuki was interrupted from smacking Denki on the head
with a workbook for failing yet another math problem. His phone chimed, having
gotten a text. He checked who it was, and smirked to see that the sender was
Izuku. Before any of his nosey friends could peer over his shoulder at who it
was from, he announced that he was done and going to study alone in his room,
saying he couldn’t stand tutoring “you idiots” anymore. He received several
whines and protests, but he packed up his things and stomped on towards the
elevator anyway.
Once in the privacy of the closed doors, he quickly checked the text as he went
up to his floor. There were two parts to it. The message read “Well, are you
going to take responsibility or not?!” and with it was picture. “Oh hell yeah…”
he whispered, the pretty little tent in the front of Izuku’s shorts would have
been enough to get Katsuki moving if he hadn’t already. He almost bounced
impatiently as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
He was quick to dump his half-finished homework in his room before racing back
to the elevator in order to get to Izuku’s floor. He made his way to the other
boy’s room, and just about pounded on the door. A few seconds felt like an
eternity before the door was pulled open. Smirking, Katsuki opened his mouth to
spit some taunt at the curly-haired boy, but Izuku grabbed him by the front of
his shirt and dragged him inside.
The door slammed shut behind him, and Katsuki was shoved forcefully back
against it. In a flash, Izuku locked the door and was upon him, hands balled
into fists against his chest, clutching at his shirt, and lips pressed against
his own. Katsuki moaned and pulled him in closer, arms wrapping around the
shorter boy’s waist. It was Izuku who licked into the other’s mouth first, and
Katsuki happily went along with it.
The moment they parted for breath, the shorter boy panted out, “I shouldn’t
even be kissing you. You’ve been awful today.”
A wicked grin stretched across Katsuki’s face. “I think you should be blaming
yourself. You’re the one who wouldn’t quit moaning for me while I jerked it
last night.”
That earned him a deep flush and a half-hearted punch to the chest (that still
hurt, not that he would admit it). “Are we going to have sex or not?!”
To answer him, Katsuki’s hands quickly slid down, briefly squeezed his ass, and
then proceeded to hoist him up by the backs of his thighs. Izuku gave a little
hop to make it easier, wrapping his legs securely around the other’s waist.
Their lips met again, and Katsuki carried him over to the bed. They fell onto
it, the springs creaking beneath them despite the bed still being quite new.
Katsuki’s hand found its way beneath Izuku’s shirt. His nails lightly scraped
his abs until he reached his chest, where he began to pinch and roll the
shorter teen’s nipples. Izuku hummed approvingly, moving his own hands around
to the other’s back where he tugged his shirt up in order to rake his nails
over Katsuki’s back. The blond let out a low growl, and one of Izuku’s hands
buried itself into his hair, tugging him back down for another sloppy kiss.
It was Izuku who first ground his hips and erection into the other. Katsuki was
in no way surprised that the other teen was already completely hard. Hell, he
had been since the moment Izuku had shoved him against the door. Still, he had
to spit out a condescending laugh at the other’s expense.
“God you’re desperate, Deku. Bet you were humping your own damn bed before
texting me.” He teased, breath ghosting over the other’s ear before biting his
earlobe.
Izuku moaned and bucked up into the other again. Despite Katsuki’s taunting,
the blond hissed and ground back down against him. “If somebody would have come
up here sooner, I wouldn’t have had to.” The curly haired boy muttered back.
“Fuuuck, that’s hot…” The blond breathed.
Katsuki’s mouth found the shorter teen’s neck, which he began to ravish with
bites and kisses. None of them were particularly hard, especially not enough to
leave a mark…but not for lack of wanting to. God, he wanted to! Katsuki
practically whined at the thought of leaving Izuku covered in bright hickeys
and bruises not only on his neck, but on his hips and thighs too. He imagined
the way the other boy would light up all red and cute when one of their
classmates would inevitably find the marks in the locker room the next day. If
there was one thing he liked more than making the other squirm in public, it
was making him squirm andmaking it clear that he was off limits to everyone
else.
His hips must have stuttered a little in the slow, but furious grinding that he
had Izuku had fallen into. The shorter teen chuckled breathlessly and tightened
his hold on the blond’s hair. He gave a little yank to get his attention, and
Katsuki briefly glanced up at him to say that he was listening.
“I told you to leave a mark if you wanted to.”
“Still no dice. Not until I’m sure you won’t run away from me just because you
got embarrassed.” Katsuki muttered.
“Kacchan, this is the fourth time we’ve done this, and I think I’ve already
left some scratches on your back. I’m not going anywhere.”
The blond bit a little harder at his collarbone, causing Izuku to suck in a
breath through his teeth. Katsuki’s tongue lavished the subtle, tiny indents
that his teeth had left behind.
“I’m still not taking that chance.”
Without another word, the blond sat up and tugged at the shorter teen’s shirt.
Instantly Izuku missed Katsuki’s warmth, so he quickly rid himself of his shirt
if only to pull the other back down for another kiss. Unfortunately, Katsuki’s
shirt couldn’t be removed without their lips separating from each other’s, but
once they were both shirtless their arms wound tightly around each other. Their
chests pulled flush together, and their kisses once again resumed.
“Deku…” the blond breathed against the other’s lips during the half-second
where they turned their heads the other direction. “Want…too suck…your dick…”
he continued to pant whenever he got the chance to.
To his delight, Izuku lit up like a Christmas tree. “K-Kacchan!”
“Oh, now you’re embarrassed? What was with that ‘nobody, that’s the problem’
earlier!?”
“I was embarrassed then, too!”
Katsuki huffed and his hand grasped the waistband of the other’s shorts.
“Whatever! Just let me take these stupid things off already.”
Wordlessly, although still red in the face, Izuku raised his hips. The blond
effortlessly slid both his shorts and underwear off at once. Izuku’s cock came
free happily, laying nearly flat against his stomach. Katsuki eyed it
predatorily; up to and including licking his lips. A shudder wracked Izuku’s
frame, and his toes curled the moment that Katsuki wrapped a hand around his
length.
They’d only done it a few time, just as the curly-haired teen had said, and yet
he was already acutely aware that Katsuki didn’t exactly do foreplay. Or
rather, if he did, it involved a whole day of arousal, embarrassment, or
humiliation rather than a lot of heavy petting. Izuku couldn’t really complain,
the few, simple tugs that Katsuki gave him were already more than enough to get
him leaking precum again.
Izuku watched in surprise as the blond didn’t go straight for sucking him off.
Instead, Katsuki’s mouth teased at the insides of his thighs. Quick, almost
playful nips and sloppy wet kisses all made Izuku wriggle beneath him, and
somewhere in the back of the shorter teen’s mind he had to think that of
courseKacchan was going to make him suffer just a little bit more.
Finally, the blond parted his lips and lightly licked at the tip of his cock.
His tongue gathered the few little beads of precum that had spilled out, mixed
them with saliva, and spread them over the entire head. Katsuki held eye
contact with Izuku as he opened his mouth further and slipped the head between
his lips. The shorter teen whimpered, one hand clutching at Katsuki’s hair
again and the other grabbing a fistful of sheets. The blond sucked on the head
and fisted the shaft, enjoying the little gasps and whimpers that he managed to
pull from the other boy.
Finally, with the hand in his hair beginning to pull painfully hard, Katsuki
stopped all that was left of his teasing. He pulled off of the head entirely in
order to wet his lips with his tongue again. As soon as he did, he dove back
down, this time taking more of Izuku’s dick into his mouth. The shorter boy
choked out a long, broken moan with each inch that was swallowed up by
Katsuki’s mouth, all the way until he could feel the head of his cock against
the back of the blond’s throat. Katsuki’s nose was buried in the short, dark,
curly hairs around the base, and he could smell the other’s intoxicating
arousal with every breath.
Izuku’s hand twisted in his hair, and Katsuki quickly pulled almost all the way
off. He paused only briefly at the head in order to swirl his tongue around it
again before diving back down. Even though things were still early, his pace
was frantic, spurred on by Izuku’s moans and writing body beneath him. Still,
they didn’t break eye contact. Not even when Izuku so desperately wanted to
throw his head back and moan Katsuki’s name until the whole dorm could hear it
did he dare to look away.
The filthy sounds of Katsuki sucking and licking him seemed to echo through the
room, doing a fine job of being loud instead. At some point, Izuku shoved his
free hand into mouth in order to stifle the sounds he was making. All it seemed
to do instead was make his body thrash more violently, nearly fucking into the
blond’s mouth despite the amazing pace that Katsuki was already giving him.
Another shudder raced through Izuku’s body, causing his teeth to clamp down
harder into his hand and to pull sharply at Katsuki’s hair as he came down his
throat. His whole body twitched and shook while Katsuki swallowed back
everything that he released without fail. Only when the blond slid his dick out
of his mouth did Izuku release a long breath and fall back onto the bed,
completely spent, wrecked, and satisfied.
Katsuki gave him a moment to recover and wiped his mouth on the back of his
wrist. The shorter teen’s hand lightened its hold on his hair, and he was able
to sit up. Izuku didn’t get to relax in the afterglow for very long, as Katsuki
reminded him that they weren’t done just yet by grinding against one of his
legs. Izuku grumbled a little and sat up. He cupped he blond’s cheek and placed
a gentle peck to his lips.
“What do you want me to do in return?” he asked.
“I want you to shove a finger in my ass and jack me off.” The other said
bluntly.
“KACCHAN!” the shorter teen shrieked, face turning red again.
“You asked, I’m told you! C’mon, I’m about ready to blow my load anyway, not
like it’ll take that long.”
“B-but! I mean! That’s a little…”
“I’m the one asking for it! What are you getting embarrassed for?! Besides, you
said you wanted to switch roles some time. Let’s just do it!”
Before he could get a reply, Katsuki shoved Izuku to one side and got down on
his knees and elbows, ass in the air. He removed a little bottle of lube from a
pocket, hooked a thumb into his own pants and underwear and yanked them down.
Smirking at a still shell-shocked Izuku, the blond gave his own ass a light
slap.
“I haven’t got all day, asshole!”
Despite clearly being embarrassed by the request (demand?), the shorter teen
breathed a stutter-y breath and knelt behind the blond. Izuku picked up the
bottle of lube and popped it open.
“Calling me an asshole…you should take a look at yourself in a mirror…” he
muttered as he poured a small amount onto his fingers.
“Whether I am one or not, I have one and it wants your fucking fingers to fuck
it. So hurry up already!”
Izuku only blushed again and shook his head in defeat. Carefully, he brought
his index finger to the puckered hole in order to poke and prod at it. His
finger went in easy up to the first joint, and Katsuki moaned as he slowly
pushed it in the rest of the way. Izuku hadn’t been expecting his childhood
bully of all people to enjoy having his ass played with, but suddenly having
the aggressive boy happily pushing back against his finger just seemed…right.
Using the experience he had with stimulating himself, Izuku curled his finger,
and easily rubbed against Katsuki’s prostate.
The boy gasped sharply, the sound ringing throughout the room. Once again, the
shorter boy was shocked, this time by how scarlet Katsuki went at his own
noise. The blond angrily buried his face against the mattress and muttered
something that sounded like “keep going”.
So Izuku did it again. This time the blond’s hips jerked forward and he
whimpered. Enticed by Katsuki’s reactions, the curly haired teen began to
thrust the single digit in and out, curling or pressing into his prostate with
every other thrust. The blond practically melted into the bed, to the point
that Izuku was half-holding him up with an arm around his hips.
Izuku slipped in a second finger, and Katsuki was reduced to a gasping, moaning
mess. The taller boy barely managed to plead for Izuku to touch him. The
shorter boy suddenly remembered the other part of the blond’s request, and his
hand that had been supporting him wrapped around his aching cock. The whine
that escaped Katsuki had Izuku’s dick twitching to life again, but he forced
himself to ignore it. He leaned forward and laid himself flush against
Katsuki’s back, hand and fingers working him over faster than ever.
True to angry teen’s word, he wasn’t able to last at all. Within just a couple
minutes, his breath caught in his throat and spilled into Izuku’s hand. The
moment that the curly haired teen’s hand was out of the way, Katsuki fell
completely onto the bed, exhausted. Izuku removed his fingers from the blond’s
backside, marveling just a little at the twitch that his hole gave at the loss.
Despite still being in the midst of coming down, Katsuki grabbed a few tissues
from beside Izuku’s bed and passed them back to the other boy. He thanked the
blond and wiped his hands clean. He tossed the dirtied wad into the trash can
and gingerly laid down beside Katsuki, finally able to enjoy the afterglow
properly.
A long minute ticked by, and Izuku found his head swimming with a single,
burning question. Beside him, Katsuki kicked off his pants and underwear,
letting them join the rest of their clothes on the floor. He rolled onto his
side and met Izuku’s gaze. Almost shyly, the blond looked away and opened his
arms out to him. The shorter boy beamed at the silent invitation and snuggled
up against Katsuki’s chest, giggling when he felt the other’s arms gently wrap
around him and a nose bury itself into his curls.
“You know, one of these days we should probably figure out if we’re
dating…or…boyfriends or…something…” Izuku murmured.
“As long as you don’t run off and go kissing or fucking anyone else, I don’t
care what you want to call us.” Katsuki grumbled back.
Izuku hummed and nuzzled into his chest more. “I said ‘one of these days’.
There’s not really any rush. And I’m not going to be running off either. So
stop worrying about that already!”
There was a moment of silence before the blond whispered, barely audibly, “I’m
never going to stop worrying about that…”
A little shocked, Izuku pulled back enough to look up at him again. Katsuki
stared down at him, completely serious. With a frown, the shorter boy gave him
a soft kiss, which the blond reciprocated.
“Okay, then don’t stop worrying, and I won’t stop reassuring you that I won’t
leave. And I’ll keep telling you mark me, too!”
Katsuki huffed, but a tiny smile played at his lips. “Maybe one day I will.
Like the tenth time we do this. I’ll make it a special occasion or something;
celebrate reaching double digits!”
Izuku smiled back at him. “Now you’ve just got me excited for the next time we
do it!” he playfully punched his chest again. “Come on, Kacchan! You were so
eager to mess with me all day, let’s do it again. Bring all of this up to five
so we can be halfway there!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I still have homework to do, you know!”
Izuku pouted. “Fiiine. But at least stay here and cuddle a bit more.” He buried
his face into the blond’s chest again. “This is nice…”
“…Yeah…” the blond replied, threading his fingers through the other’s soft
green curls. “It is…”
                                     *****
In the locker room the following day, Minoru gave a shrill cry when he spotted
the scratches that were indeed marring Katsuki’s back. The blond merely told
him to fuck off and continued changing. While the tiny annoying diaper baby
wailed on about how unfair it was, Denki, Eijirou, and Hanta all tried to press
Katsuki for the juicy details. In the end Tenya had to break them up and even
gave Katsuki a quick lecture about staying safe, which the blond ignored
entirely. When he finished changing, Katsuki passed by Izuku, and smirked at
how red the other boy was over the whole situation.
He really did like it when the other squirmed.
End Notes
     I dunno how fictional Japanese super hero high schools do it, but
     where I come from at least if there's a staff meeting or something
     going on at a school, then the kids get a minimum day. So I kinda
     used that to my advantage in this fic.
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