Aight if any of you guys reading this are artists could you pLEASE DRAW KATSUKI WITH FUCKING HIGHLIGHTER-

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"What the fuck-"

"Kacchan, relax. It's just a highlighter."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, watching Izuku in fascination through the mirror as he brushed his cheekbones with a hint of gold powder, making his cheekbones slightly more visible.

Izuku hummed an unfamiliar, quiet tune as he worked, dabbing some light concealer on his jawline and neck, adding a slight bit of a generous amount over the hickeys and pronounced bruises.

Katsuki never realer paid attention (because he literally gives no fucks) when his stylist (Ashido Mina) does his makeup, usually sleeping through the whole thing.

The girl was admittedly good at her job, but she takes too long to even apply a light layer, even if the aftermath was still worth it.

Katsuki doesn't even need much makeup, usually just using powder and this pink cream (that pleasantly smells like peaches) on his face.

Midoriya paused, biting his lower lip as he zeroed into a bruising bite mark by the ridge on Katsuki's collarbone.

Bakugou saw the look of self-blame in his eyes, hating how that look brought guilt swarming into his gut. "Fucking Deku," he snapped, lacking the usual bite in his voice. "Keep working, Fuckwad. Not your fault."

"O-of course." Midoriya blinked, the expression vanishing and being replaced with an endearing one. Bakugou noticed how his hand hesitantly hovered over it, and for a split moment, he swears he felt Izuku's fingertips lightly brush at the mark.

Imaginary or not, it still sent a shiver down Katsuki's spine.

Izuku continued his work as he blended the concealer with this pink sponge, effectively hiding the purple bruises as it layered over them.

Katsuki couldn't help but admire his handiwork.

He smirked at the mirror, carefully examining his face, and noticing how Izuku made Katsuki look like he hadn't used any makeup. He had effectively covered up the blemishes; skin a perfect color of cream once again.

"Not bad," he finally praised. "Not bad at all." Izuku blushed lightly, setting down the blender as he wiped his palms with a tissue. "Katsuki.." He finally looked at Bakugou, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

"How do you feel about some eyeliner?"

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"What the fuck, I look way better than Kaminari in a drag dress."

".. Who?"

Katsuki shook the question off, squinting into the mirror with a wide grin on his face.

He had a sharp black eyeliner on; a subtle "wing" lining his eyelids that brought his blood red eyes out more because of the dark colors. It was carefully done too, no rough edges, just a sleek, sharp line. It was surprising, since you need steady hands to do that.

Izuku has done a great fucking job on his makeup, effectively blanketing the bruises lining his jaw and neck, almost convincing Katsuki himself that nothing ever happened between them.

"You're real fucking good at this shit." Izuku smiled when Katsuki sat back with a satisfied grin on his face. "Thank you. Be careful not to smudge the concealer on my stuff."

That's right.

Bakugou was too lazy to drive back home to grab his clothes, opting for the much easier and better solution; to borrow Izuku's instead.

Midoriya, the damn nerd, agreed with no hesitation, lending him a white, cotton sweatshirt with the words "PLUS ULTRA" engraved in bold and bright yellow italics. Apparently, it was a saying at his old school to keep students going. Katsuki ruefully admits that it has a nice ring to it.

He then borrowed black jeans, which were a slight bit tight on him, but otherwise fit him like a glove with no issue at all.

"We have an hour and thirty minutes more," Katsuki glanced at his phone as the screen lit up, revealing a plain bright red wall paper as a deflate background. He was too lazy to take an actual picture; because hey, what was the point?

Izuku hummed, already beginning to apply his own makeup with a slightly darker base to match his skin tone. Katsuki pretended not to react when Midoriya "not-so-subtly" pulled his collar down to the dip of his collarbones, oblivious to Bakugou whose eyes were boring into a bite mark right along the cleavage. Midoriya hummed, dabbing some concealer over it and blocking Katsuki's field of vision.

He snapped out of the daze when he felt his pants slightly tighten more, letting out a quiet "Shit" before proceeding to mentally scold himself for acting like a horny teenager.

Fuck was wrong with him?

He was usually calm and collected- How the fuck did that drastically change?

Embarrassment crept on his cheeks in a form of a blush, catching Izuku's attention almost immediately; judging from an irked look on his face. "What's the matter, Kacchan?" The question was simply concerned, but to Katsuki, he felt as if he was taunting him with that damned cheeky smile.

Katsuki's voice stuttered like an engine in his throat, subtly shifting his right leg to cross over his left one to be more discreet about the forming tent in his pants. "Nothing," he finally bit out. "It's fucking nothing, damn Deku."

Honestly? Fuck Izuku for making he feel this way.

Midoriya hesitantly got back to applying his makeup, everything going fine and dandy (and even his erection was dying down) until he pulls out a lip balm.

Sure. Yeah. No problem-

But then he pops the cap off, pressing the pink tip on his plump lips and glossing them over, humming and swaying his hips while he does it. Izuku looked at the mirror (entirely unaware of how his Katsuki gazed intently at those cherry lips) and gave a long, sweet lick along his bottom lip. His pink tongue darting out to smooth the substance over, looking like some seductive expert.

Bakugou's self-control (which was hanging by a very, very thin thread) easily snapped in half at the unintentionally enticing sight.

"Izuku," Bakugou cooed uncharacteristically, with Midoriya looking at him with a bewildered expression at the sudden change of demeanor. His glossy lips noticeably quirked a bit in confusion, and Katsuki wanted nothing more than both of those wrapped around his length like before.

He took a quick glance at the dressing room's door, silently thanking Aizawa he locked up before he left them both.

Although the door was locked, there was no guarantee that the walls were soundproof. But hey, to Hell with it. If someone hears them, they'll know to keep their mouth shut anyway.

"Could you.." Katsuki spread his legs wider, (he too was confused on where the sudden surge of courage came from. Though, it's probably the lust which acted like a high.) red eyes gleaming in satisfaction when Izuku was quick to realize what he wanted.

His green eyes widened, Izuku's cheeks and tip of his ears burning a light pink before a hazy cloud seemed to take over his senses. A sense of pride filled him a bit, knowing that Katsuki was comfortable enough to be so.. Vulnerable around him. He leaned forward, subconsciously licking his lips and tasting the cherry lip gloss on the tip of his tongue.

"Of course Kacchan," he hummed, brushing a few stray locks away and curling them behind his ears. "Anything for you."

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