Wow. I can't believe I managed.
(I say as I type out the final sentence of the smut scene while bursting into worse tears than Izuku.)

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"Let's continue, Yeah?"

His fingers trailed down into his hips, lightly scraping his nails on the soft, unmarred skin on his waist, touching everywhere but his boxers. This elicited an impatient whine from Izuku, who desperately tried grinding his hips into Katsuki's hand.

"Patience," Bakugou teased, leaning over to crook of his neck and licking a lewd stripe around it, nipping at a pulse joint and being careful to not bite down. Izuku let out more mewls, getting reduced to incoherent mumbling as Katsuki shuddered at the moans he got in response.

He descended down, trailing kisses from his collarbone, to his chest, savoring the sweet moans and small gasps Izuku made when he experimentally latched his lips around a pert, pink nipple.

"Kacchan.. Kacchan!- ah!" Izuku sobbed, throwing his head back as Katsuki hummed, feeling the vibrations against his skin as he nipped and sucked, feeling as if his mind was full of stuffy cotton and blocking everything out except for Izuku.

The way his hips curved, how his lashes fluttered, the way he sobbed out begging for more- it was almost too much for Katsuki. He was barely restraining himself into rutting against the sheets, the other's moans enough to stimulate him.

He pulled away when Izuku's wails got a bit louder, comfortingly massaging his toned thighs and grabbing handfuls of the plush flesh behind him. "Good?," he asked, not expecting a reply from the wrecked boy. He was fully hard now, cock straining against the brief's fabric.

Katsuki's face reddened, but he quickly overcame the flustered feeling when his fingers plucked at the waist band, sending it to snap down on Izuku's skin.

"Turn around." He smoothly instructed Izuku, who struggled to do so, writhing and panting as he turned over eagerly.
"Please.. Hah.." Izuku panted, arching his back needfully as his knees dig into the mattress.

Ugh fuck.

What the hell comes next?

Katsuki took a moment to think, blinking almost cluelessly. Shit.

He already had his fair share of porn when he was a kid, (no shame. Everyone has) but that was long ago, plus he had never really done this thing before. Everything that conspired was just out of pure instinct.

He thought hard, hand soothingly rubbing circles on Izuku's hips, who had been shaking my pleading for the past minute.

Wait- Lube.

Right?

Where though?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, leaning over Izuku as he neared his neck while nipping on his shoulder. "Where..-" "T-top.. Hn.. Drawer!-" Izuku shivered when Katsuki have a thankful grind on his ass, probably staining his pants with pre-cum.

Katsuki felt himself jolt at the friction, renewed excitement (and possibly a large amount of lust) coursed through his system like a drug.

"Izuku, shit, hold on." Bakugou was grinding his teeth, his self control about to snap in half when Midoriya gave another needy whine as he arched his back further, but Katsuki held his waist to stop him. "I don't.. Want it to hurt."

Bakugou quickly reached for the drawer next to him, knocking over a few pens and papers on the nightstand. He felt for the cool metal handle and yanked it open as if his life depended on it, clumsily grabbing what seemed to be an unused bottle of lube.

There.

He brought the clear pack out, tearing the plastic with his teeth and unscrewed it.

He applied a generous amount of the cool liquid on two fingers, plucking the waist band and pulling it down. His breath was caught in his throat, almost making him choke at the pretty sight.

Izuku was going to be the death of him. He just knows it.

He leaned over, eyes closed as he felt Izuku tense under him as his fingers ghosted over his hole, before burying his face into the pillows to show he was submissive as Katsuki pressed a single digit lightly on the ring of muscles. "Relax," Katsuki cooed patronizingly, left arm curling around Izuku's abdomen to support him.

It was an awkward position, but they managed to pull it off.

Midoriya sucked in a shaky breath, willingly becoming limp in Katsuki's arms as he insistently pressed a digit inside of him.

He jerked to the foreign feeling, a ball of warmth coiling in his stomach as he let out a whimper. Katsuki nuzzled at the crook of his neck, murmuring some soft sappy praises as he worked the digit in and out at a steady pace.

Katsuki slipped in a second finger, liking how easily Izuku submitted to him, spreading his legs more to amplify the fact. He let out more pretty moans, the slight burn was easily replaced by a rush of pleasure. Even when Katsuki curled his fingers, he thought he saw stars explode.

"Here baby," Katsuki pulled away as Midoriya whined at the sudden empty feeling. Bakugou let himself up, undoing his belt with precision as excitement thrummed in his veins. He pulled down his red boxers, revealing a fully hard cock.

Midoriya immediately bucked his hips up, a choked out sob stuck in his throat as Katsuki let his jeans idly hang on his waist, not bothering to pull them off. It was too much work, anyway. Izuku winced, tears blurring his vision in a hazy cloud. It was so hot, the coil in his stomach burning harshly as he let out a gasp.

Katsuki pressed his dick between Izuku's thighs, grunting as he slicked himself up. Even though he had prepped Midoriya enough, he didn't want to risk accidentally hurt Izuku.

Wow. This was actually happening.

He let out a shaky exhale through his nose, calming his nerves.

"Ready?" He asked, body curling protectively over Izuku, sucking on his right shoulder blade and forming a purple hickey; a dark contrast against the tan skin. Izuku moaned in affirmation.

He tentatively pushed in, both parties letting out a whimper of pleasure.

He slid in so easily, the warmth immediately wrapping around him like some sort of comforting blanket. Izuku writhed under him and almost immediately set up a slow but sensual pace. They weren't in a hurry, after all.

"Yeah," Katsuki groaned, rolling his hips languidly as he practically ground down on Izuku, the lewd sound of wet flesh slapping together made him shudder. "A-ah fuck.. You're perfect, you know?" The words spilled from his lips easily, with no hesitation. He buried his face into the crook of Izuku's neck, hearing the other's soft breathing and drawn out moans slightly muffled by the pillow.

His mind was clouded, like there were fuzzy cotton balls stuck in his head. The distinct feeling of pleasure ebbed over him like raging waves. He just felt so, so damn good. "Izuku," Katsuki murmured mindlessly, cheek resting on Midoriya's shoulder, hot breath ticking Izuku's neck.

His hands wandered to his waist; pressing his torso on Izuku's back, trying to make their proximity as close as possible so there was no space between them.

Katsuki started to massage his hips, before his hands cupped the other's hard dick. It was wet with pre-cum, leaking from the tip. Izuku gasped softly before shivering and whispering a plea. He moved his arm lazily, light up and down strokes, occasionally swiping his thumb over the head.

But it was enough to make Izuku arch his back dramatically, pushing Katsuki deeper in him as the latter let out a pleasured hiss before biting on his shoulder lightly. He was careful not to break the skin, though, but he bit down hard enough to probably leave a bruise until the next three weeks.

Izuku's dick twitched, his movements stuttering as he let out a small, stuttering  "c-close".

Katsuki felt the knot in his stomach tighten as well, the burning feeling coming back as he feverishly kissed everything he could reach; his back, his nape, shoulder blades,.

Everything was practically a blur, his pace quickening as the bed creaked, low growls residing in his throat Izuku stiffened at the sudden change of pace. "A-ah! Katsuki! Katsuki! C-cumming-!" He yelped before jolting and releasing in Bakugou's hands. Izuku went limp, the pleasure overflowing and above the maximum he could take.

He couldn't stop though, not with Katsuki practically nailing him down, hands suddenly pinned over his head as he was fucked into oblivion. He was so sensitive it almost hurt, but he bore through it, shivering and panting, saying Katsuki's name like a goddamn prayer.

The pace became erratic, with Bakugou groaning and giving up being quiet. He scraped his teeth over Midoriya's pulse joint, licking and sucking desperately as he rutted in him. His dick twitched, the cool residing in him almost about to snap like a filed down thread.

"I'm fucking c-close," he hissed through his gritting teeth, eyes screwing shut as he furrowed his eyebrows, concentrating on the pleasure burning in him. Izuku weakly rolled his hips back to encourage Katsuki.

Finally, the coil broke, warmth spurting inside Izuku as white hot cum filled him. He shook at the feeling, Katsuki giving two more thrusts to ride out their orgasms before collapsing down on Izuku.

They stayed like that; basking in the after glow of their heated session before Midoriya made a move to get up as he felt the slickness between his thighs run down to his legs.

He was still partially dazed when he tried pushing Katsuki off his back, which was then proven to be the hardest thing to do. His limbs were still shaky; and they felt like jelly, ready to collapse any moment.

"C-clean up," He quietly murmured, although exhaustion washed over him like a raging tsunami. "Later." Katsuki grunted in return, arms wrapped around in a comfortable, snug cuddling position. He was too tired too, and for now he wanted to just.. Relax.

Izuku looked at the partially passed out form of Bakugou, before a soft, sleepy smile crept on his face.

"Okay. Goodnight, Kacchan."

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A/N:

*VIOLENTLY CRIES*

I hope you guys fuckin liked it-

Bah- anyway!
This book is almost coming to an end, seeing that I just wrote this intending it to be a crack one-shot, but it turned to be a full length book.
I didn't intend for it to get 3K reads though! Thank you all so much for the support!