I apologize for the hella long wait! I've been trying to update my other book before finishing this one!

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——3 Years later——

"Oi, Oi, Hiro-"

Katsuki doubles over in pain when his dog head-butts his crotch.

"Oh- KACCHAN-"

Izuku bursts out laughing, consequently dropping the heavy box on his foot. "Fuck!"

"You guys are idiots." Ochako huffs, pushing herself to carry two boxes through the door, squeezing past Izuku's form, hunched over and wincing. She was helping with the move.

After the shitty incident years ago, the couple had decided to buy a house. With all the money they've scraped up during their careers and the help of their (picky) friends in deciding which house to get- they settled on a two-story home in the city with the buzz of the cars and the steady hum of liveliness of the city.

Oh.

And they got a dog.

A German Shepherd currently yipping in oblivious happiness over the pained form of Katsuki. "You dumb dog," Bakugou grumbles, reaching out with one hand to pet Hiro. "Always runnin' around."

Izuku has recovered first, pushing the sofa in place while Uraraka admonishes him at the color choice. "White? Really?"

"What?"

"Oh my god, do you know how hard it is to clean that up? What if the two of you decide to fuck on it and-"

Izuku slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling her voice for a quick moment- right before she sticks out her tongue and Deku squeaks and wipes the saliva on her tank top. "Ew!"

"Oh hush," she grumbles. "Your sofa is ew."

They continue to bicker while Bakugou flops on the sofa, sweaty from exertion. "Christ. You guys are loud as fuck. Shut up."

And they do, while Izuku means down to place a fond kiss on his forehead. "Wake up, Kacchan. We still have moving to do."

"Fuck off."

———

"Hahhh, we have to thank Ochako with helping us," Izuku sighs while Katsuki nudges him over, throwing himself on the mattress with Izuku. "Moving's a pain."

Midoriya heartily agrees, tossing his phone away in favor of curling up with Katsuki. It was hot, AC still not installed, but hey.

They were happy.

———

"Oh, Kacchan!"

Izuku moans, throwing his head back when Katsuki grinds his hips forward, the latter shuddering when his cock sinks into Izuku's heat, strong arms keeping his legs spread wide.

The blond hunches over, nose buried in Izuku's neck, licking and sucking at the expanse of smooth skin.

Right then and there, the phone of their dresser buzzes, a high pitched bell ringing and-

Katsuki growls and promptly smashes Izuku's phone.

Midoriya yelps, eyes opening wide in shock. "My p-phone-!"

"We can buy a new one," Katsuki grouses. "Shut up." And he does when Bakugou swallow up his protests with a kiss.

————

"Stand tall, Bakugou."

On reflex, Katsuki snaps. "Don't tell me what to do."

Aizawa rolls his eyes when Izuku nervously laughs beside his boyfriend. "Sorry, Aizawa."

Shouta simply nods, waving at the cameras. "Remember, both of you. This may be a couple shoot, but that doesn't give you permission to snog each other in front of the cameras, got it?"

Izuku flushes while Bakugou grunts in affirmation. "Whatever, old man."

———

Izuku leans up, their noses brushing, eyes soft with the love he had for Katsuki- and Bakugou stares back with fiery red passion, hands wrapped around Deku's waist to hold him close.

"I love you."

Izuku smiles, a blush coloring his cheeks. "I love you too."

The camera clicks.

————

"You know if you were a girl, I would knock you up, right?"

Izuku smacks Katsuki's shoulder, flustered at the suddenness. "What- why would you say that out of nowhere!?"

Bakugou shrugs in return, tracing the hard lines of Izuku's abs, smoothing his palm down on the ridges, admiring him with his touch. "We'd make cute ass kids, don't you think? Big ass green eyes. Your freckles."

Izuku relaxes at the thought. "Or your red eyes," he murmurs shyly, tucking his chin under the covers.

Katsuki perks up, eyes glaring into Izuku's with such fire, determination-

"I wanna kid."

Izuku chokes. "H-huh!? Are you joking?"

But Katsuki was too serious for that, face pulled into a blank expression.

"O-Oh." Izuku hesitates, looking around. "Mm.. I.. I think that having a little company wouldn't hurt.."

"Imagine little runts runnin' around the place.." Katsuki almost sounded dreamy, and Izuku laughs lovingly, hands carding through messy blond hair. "It'll be cute. But we still have our jobs, you know. We're almost too busy to have time for ourselves, to even see each other with our tight schedules between the shoots.. And um, having a kid? I just.. don't want them to feel neglected."

And Bakugou nods, contemplative, before he sighs. "That's true."

They spend a few moments of silence, before the familiar clicking of paws on wood floor makes the couple smile.

"Besides,"

Hiro slams the door open, barking incessantly and lunging onto the bed making Katsuki cry out from being crushed by a heavy ass dog.

"We have our kid right here." Izuku grins widely, sitting up when Hiro jumps around, messing up the sheets, sniffing at Katsuki's cheek before licking both of them.

"Ew. He drools," Bakugou complains, but he doesn't pull away from the attack.

———

Katsuki grumbles under his breath when the cameras around him flash, hand idly fiddling with his earring- a pointy sword made of silver, hanging with a chain with a single green gem pressed in the middle of it.

Izuku wore something similar- only the gem was orange, the couple deciding to wear the other's respective color.

Unlike Katsuki, Izuku smiles at the cameras as they walk the carpet, gold eye shadow making his eyes pop brightly, his top's 'collar' dipping down until his stomach, the only thing holding it together was three lines of string tied together in tiny bows, showing off the smooth expanse of flesh teasingly. Even if it was practically bare at the front, the back was practically gone- except for the fact that the fabric came together to mimic the entrails of a wedding dress, taking up the red carpet's space. He was wearing white pants, accentuating his ass and hips, wrists covered in gold to promote status and wealth.

Katsuki was wearing a red tux, simple enough- but it had large cuffs and buttons, an orange brooch on his neck. His pants was made of tight fitting black leather, wearing heels that matched Izuku's six-inch ones, bling covering his fingers in the form of rings and his eyes were brought out by black eyeliner.

They were in some dumb party which had the theme of 'ocean'- and Katsuki ended up to be dressed up like a wealthy pirate with Izuku as some mermaid he'd fallen for- at least, that's what their designers told them.

A fan shrieks at the sight of both of them, unfortunately drawing the attention of, well, literally everyone.

———

"That was exhausting."

Katsuki huffs, unbuttoning his top from the heat, sighing in relief.

Izuku smiles. "Still. It was fun, right Kacchan?"

"Whatever."

————

"Are you gonna eat Kacchan?"

"Yeah, give me a moment."

And Izuku smiles, light and happy, kissing Katsuki's cheek.

He promises happiness.

He promises love, affection.

They've been through a lot, together. Argued together, fought together, collapsed on the couch after a long shoot, made love- they did everything with the other right by their side.

"Like the sandwich? Dunno how you even eat that shit, it's dry as fuck."

Izuku laughs, bright and lively at 4:00 AM. They finished a shoot, and Katsuki was tired, ready to collapse. "It's good."

They were in some shitty diner, the light making this low buzzing noise, cheap plastic tables rickety under them, wearing the dirty outfits they used earlier- and yet..

Izuku was fucking beautiful.

Even without the makeup, without the crispness of a suit or the stylish clothes, because he was Deku. His Deku.

"Can you give me a kiss?"

Katsuki rolls his eyes, lifting their intertwined hands, pressing his lips on Izuku's knuckle. Midoriya blushes, since even years later, he can't even properly accept the utter affection Katsuki gives him. Bakugou's fine with that- he liked seeing him squirm.

"Love you."

"Love you too, Kacchan."

His heart was beating fast, but with Izuku's sweet smile, he felt like he could do anything.

"Wanna go already? We can binge watch that one show you like."

Katsuki wanted him by his side, but this time, forever. He thumbs at the velvet ring box in his jacket's pocket, a smirk on his lips as he stands, brushing the shitty crumbs off his pants.

"Yeah. Let's."