I'm coughing my sorry ass off rn-
Thank you for you guys letting me take a break!

However! My health shouldn't hinder my work next time, seeing this is more important.
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"I'm crashing here."

"W-what??"

Izuku almost dropped his phone at the sudden request- no. It wasn't a request, nor a demand. It was a firm remark, judging by the seriousness of Katsuki's tone; a tone that left no space for argument.

It was sudden, almost shocking Izuku. Don't get him wrong, Izuku wouldn't mind at all; he'll actually be pretty happy about it. Inko would be ecstatic as well (so that she has someone to taste test her cooking, probably.). But it was out of the blue.

They both sat in his room, Izuku taking the beanbag next to the bookshelf and Katsuki chilling on the bed with his phone in hand. Both have retreated in his room after they cleaned the dishes for Inko, who in turn left the house to take care of some business.

Izuku just invited him in his room for a casual hangout, and a rerun of "The Office" since it was available on Netflix. They sat in comfortable silence, no need for words when you have your phones for company right?

Despite what Izuku thought, being in this whole "boyfriend" thing didn't really change anything between them; it's basically a friendship but with kisses and extra rules (not that they complain.). He idly scrolled on his phone, stealing extra glances at Katsuki and then blushing like a total dork, unaware that Bakugou was doing the same. His red eyes flickered with a passing emotion as he saw the slightly flustered Izuku, staring at his phone.

"Oi. Deku." He pestered, immediately catching the other's attention as an idea formed in his mind. "Come." He cringed at himself sounding demanding and ordering Izuku around like a dog, but Midoriya looked unaware of the idea, simply pushing away his confusion and standing from the bean bag.

He momentarily stretched his legs, while Katsuki (impatiently) waited for him. As he neared and say down beside Bakugou, he pulled a thoughtful look on his face, peering at Katsuki with the same soft smile.

'Damn it,' he mirthfully thought as he cleared the awkward tension and his  throat. He doesn't know how to let Izuku know that he wanted to cuddle.

Oh god, it'll sound real damn weird. What the fuck was he supposed to do?
Say; "Izuku, hug me" like some needy spoiled brat? He didn't want His mom's words became true to life.

Instead, he opened up his arms, casting his crimson eyes to the side as his cheeks burned when he opened his arms in an inviting gesture. He then thanked every god out there when Izuku hummed in acknowledgment, saving Katsuki from embarrassment. So instead of saying anything, Izuku easily slipped into his grasps, strong arms automatically curling around him and his waist.

The faint smell of blooming flowers and minty-cinnamon filled Bakugou's senses as he buried his face into Izuku's neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent. He pulled him closer, green locks subtly brushing against his temple as Izuku just laid with him, no complaints whatsoever.

They stayed like that for a moment, bodies pressing together in a tight embrace as Katsuki sunk into the warm feeling. He was worried he came off too needy but feeling how Izuku playfully nipped at his neck made him change his mind. Insecurities be damned. "Shit, Izuku," he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of Deku's neck, canines teasingly scraping on the feverishly sensitive skin.

He felt the electric feeling crawl up his spine as Izuku gave a soft whimper when he lightly bucked his hips up, closing the proximity between them as he felt the tent growing in his shorts. The action elicited sparks traveling across his nerves, burning heat suddenly turning on like a switch.

Izuku was already half hard, and Katsuki knew what to do to coax him.
"Holy shit," Katsuki breathes, the heat on their bodies almost feverish to touch. Izuku lets out another soft mewl that vibrates deep in his chest when Katsuki rolled his hips languidly, setting a slow, unhurried pace of pleasure.

Katsuki knew he was screwed. He had never felt something this damn intense at all, and everything just felt so surreal.

"Mouth," he bit out, hiding the growl residing in his throat and bucking his hips for an extra effect. It seemed to have worked, considering how Izuku shuddered and gingerly extracted himself from his neck, meeting deep, scarlet red eyes.

Katsuki pulled him down, stifling the yelp as their mouths met; his own lips soft but firmly guiding Izuku in the kiss. Since when in the hell was he good at kissing? Whatever. Another question for another time.

The kiss was hesitant at first; unsure in Izuku's part, but Bakugou quickly deepened it as their teeth softly clacks together. His hands wandered around, before settling on Izuku's chest. Bakugou bit Izuku's lip in a tantalizing fashion, slipping his tongue in his mouth when his lips parted to form a surprised gasp. He pressed on, savoring the sweet flavor of cinnamon and apple pie mixing well.

He was so sweet, so damn delicious and irresistible.

"Kacchan.." Izuku heatedly moaned, breathless against his mouth when they parted for air. His green eyes were glazed over from stray tears and Katsuki decided he liked that look on him. His hands found it's way on the edge of Izuku's shirt, which was pulled up to reveal his pronounced hipbones.

"May I?" His own voice was uncharacteristically soft as he murmured against his mouth, inches away from another kiss. He didn't want to pressure Midoriya, and he wanted to assure him that it was still okay to back out.

Izuku appreciated his concern, but if Bakugou didn't touch him right now, he was going to explode.

"Yeah."

Bakugou wasted no time, and in a split second (he's lying. It took about a minute) both their shirts went flying off into an unknown corner in the room, both too uncaring about the whereabouts.

And Izuku was so fucking hot, Katsuki almost froze and had an aneurysm right there and then.

His soft pink lips were slightly swollen and bruised, green eyes half-lidded and glazed over with a sheet of pleasured tears. His face was a cute bright pink, and to top it all off, he let out the lewdest, most neediest drawn out moan with his tongue hanging out.

He was so hard right now that he can't even think straight.

Katsuki chuckled, a low sultry sound as a new surge of courage built up in him, tentatively trailing his hand down to the hem of Izuku's jeans. Midoriya jerked at being touched before relaxing and letting Bakugou work his tight fitting jeans off as Katsuki noted how he twitched at the slight caress on his hips.

Katsuki sharply inhaled at the sight before him, and he almost swore he was hallucinating.

There was Izuku, lips bruised and red with a glassy look on his eyes. Poor thing was over sensitive to the slightest touch. His breathing was labored, chest rising up and down as he panted, neck covered in bruises and visible bites.

"Let's continue, Yeah?"

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(A/N:)

IM SORRY TO END THIS IN A CLIFFHANGER.