✲ﾟ*｡ BAKUDEKU / NSFW / FLUFF W ANGST / FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS / PRO HEROES ✲ﾟ*｡

Izuku can't focus on anything else than the person tracing a path of kisses from under his chin, to his chest, sucking and biting his sensitive skin, creating small, and almost hard to see,

bruises on it that, he knew, were going to change colors like a flower slowly blooming over his body but not allowed to see sun. No one has to know. That they roll around their beds and motels when the sun sets and they make each other scream the other's name.

Because, when the

sun is up and there's no darkness to hide them, they're nothing more than just... friends.

He feels his hands, sweaty and warm, against his sides, holding his hips down against the bed, and then he sits straight with Izuku's legs over his. Sexy, imposing, quiet and delicate

when touching him, his red eyes making him feel like he's dancing on an unstable bridge over a volcano, trying his luck and waiting, silently, for when it's over and he finally burns. A moan leaves his mouth when he feels his hand wrap around his length, starting to stimulate his

cock with slow movements.

"K-kacchan..." he says, when the guy leans down again and he has his wet lips wrap around the head of his cock, his tongue caressing every sensitive spot. After so long, he pretty much knows how to make Izuku scream his name.

His legs start to shake and his eyes roll back when Katsuki starts to take every inch inside his mouth, letting out lewd sounds, hands playing and squeezing his balls. "T-there! Right there!" He says in a choked voice, placing both his hands on top of Katsuki's head,

fingers sinking in his dirty blond hair at the same time he pushes his hips up, hearing how the guy sucking him off slightly chokes around his cock.

Katsuki lets out a gasp when he finally pulls away and laughs, his eyes shining with tears that roll down his cheek, one of his

hands still jerking Izuku off. The green haired guy shudders and moans, his voice is low and he feels like his body is burning. He needs more and he needs it now.

"Please, Kacchan..." he says in a low tone of voice, looking at the guy between his legs with pleading eyes.

"Please what, bunny?" Katsuki says, his hands grabbing Izuku under his thighs before he yanks him closer to where he is kneeling on the bed. He's rough, insatiable and Izuku likes it. "You better tell me what you want."

Izuku is playful and loves to provoke him, he knows Katsuki

enjoys it. "What if i... don't?"

In a second, his legs are pushed towards his chest, making him let out a gasp of surprise. He feels Katsuki's lubed fingers sink inside his hole and the way he growls makes Izuku shiver. His heart is beating so fast against his chest,

his legs are going numb and his eyelids are heavy but he can't stop looking at him, at that handsome face with sharp features, long lashes that hide eyes that could freeze anyone with one look, lips slightly pale, sharp teeth and a scar that cuts from above his right eyebrow to

to an inch under his eye. He got it on a fight he won and ended up partially blind due to that. Izuku never stopped thinking how breathtakingly beautiful he is. His body is hard and ripped, but not in an exaggerated way, his skin pale and soft but now red from his shoulders to

the tip of his ears; pretty different from his big calloused hands, full of scars Izuku got to memorize with each night they spent together.

"So?" Katsuki starts to say while he moves his fingers inside him, looking for that spot. "Are you going to talk?"

Izuku's words fall from his mouth before he can think "Kiss me." his voice is low and trembling, but he is dying inside to taste those lips again.

He can see Katsuki smile and start to lean closer to him without pulling out his fingers, the tip of their noses now caressing

before he speaks "Always begging for a kiss, huh?"

Izuku reaches closer and bites Katsuki's lower lip, his body consumed by pleasure and need. "Mhm..."

Izuku swears he sees Katsuki smile but before he can confirm anything, the blond guy is already kissing him, devouring his

lips at a slow pace full of desire, his mouth tastes like the wine they had before they started to undress and Izuku feels he's slowly getting drunk with his kiss, addicted... Is never enough. He hugs him closer to his body and wishes to slowly melt against him when he feels the

heat coming from his body. He is too focused on those lips that he doesn't even realizes when Katsuki pulls his fingers out and spreads Izuku's legs, until he can feel him push the head of his cock inside him, the pressure making him let out a choked moan

against the other's lips.

"C'mon, relax, baby." Katsuki says softly and bites Izuku's lower lip after the green haired guy lets out a gasp.

Izuku's nails sink against Katsuki's shoulder and feels how he slowly pushes in more easily, his big hard cock spreading his ass and

making his eyes see black while lewd sounds escape from his mouth. He hears a growl coming out of the depths of Katsuki's throat and he likes it, he likes knowing how good he's feeling, how he is quickly losing the last drops of his composure before he slams his hips forward

and finishes burying himself inside Izuku, making both let out a gasp.

"Ha...! Kacchan!" Izuku says and looks at the guy through his eyelashes.

"Fuuck, Deku, you're so tight." Katsuki says and laughs softly, a low and deep laugh that makes Izuku feel light.

It feels too good. Izuku can feel his chest burning with desire, wanting more with every thrust, his body shivering and trembling with waves of pleasure that make him forget how his legs went numb and probably his back is following that path,

but, just as if Katsuki knows what is going on, he leans back and lets Izuku's legs fall by each side before he is grabbing him from his hips. Izuku sinks the heel of his feet against the mattress and pushes his hips up. Katsuki is now holding him with a strong grip that will

leave marks, using Izuku's hole like his personal fleshlight while the guy lets himself be used.

"Fa-faster, please, p-please, Kaccha-aHHNG!" before he can't finish begging for more, Katsuki is already pounding inside him mercilessly and Izuku holds on to the pillow under his

head for dear life.

He can feel the tears gathering together in his bottom eyelids before they fall, his body sticky from the sweat even when it's cold in the room, there's pressure building up on his lower belly and he knows he's close. Katsuki is close too, because his

movements have gained speed. Without a warning, the blond guy is making Izuku turn around so he is with his chest and face against the bed, hands still holding the pillows tightly under his fist, his voice and moans now muffled against them while he moves his hips back to meet

Katsuki's. He fucks faster, harder, deeper, growling and squeezing Izuku's ass under his sweaty palms that start to slightly heat up against the sensitive skin. He feels one of Katsuki's hands slide down his asscheek until it's holding him face down from the back of his neck.

"You sure know how to take my cock like the fucking bunny in heat that you are." His voice is deep and raspy, too close to the green haired guy's ear. "I like that." he says again, and Izuku can feel how his breath shifts to another place and his teeth slightly caress the flushed

skin of his naked shoulders before he bites.

"You're so mean, Kacchan." Izuku says in a low tone of voice while he looks at the blond male over his shoulder, making green eyes meet red for a second before Katsuki shoves his cock deeper inside him

and finally makes him reach his orgasm. It's unexpected and makes Izuku feel like all the air just left his body, but it also feels good and he enjoys the way his mind goes blank with the wave of pleasure running through his body, how Katsuki would keep going until he reaches his

own release and bury himself deep inside the guy laying under his body. It's something Izuku can barely describe, it feels good even though it also hurts and leaves him without energy, he likes to be under his body, he likes to feel the warmth around his body, strong arms, broad

shoulders and chest, wet lips against his, the way he can trace every muscle of his back and arms and memorize even the smallest thing. Because that's the only thing he can keep for himself after everything is said and done.

Before the sun is up, Katsuki is already gone.

And Izuku is left alone like any other day, looking at the way his back goes farther away from him and his hands can't hold him closer to his body because there's no reason to be together for longer and why would he even stop him from walking away when that's the only thing they

see each other for? What comes with a wave of passion and words that flow from their mouths like they're holding a lover against their bodies, but they're no lovers and all vanishes at the end. Neither of them remembers what they said a few minutes ago and it's not like it

matters, but something inside Izuku keeps yearning for something that he can't touch, his hands extended in front of him like he's trying to reach something he can't see and he feels pain, pain that keeps growing inside his chest that makes him think he's about to die.

It hurts so much, it feels like it will never stop and just keeps spreading inside him until he can't breathe. It's crushing his bones every time he sees that face turn away. What's wrong with him?

His eyes can barely stay open and he moans when Katsuki pulls out of him.

Izuku takes some of the energy left in him and turns around, laying on his back and following the other guy with his eyes when he throws away the condom.

How did everything start? Izuku barely remembers, that humid night in their small party when second year was almost over.

There was no alcohol, but the atmosphere was heavy enough between Katsuki and him, sitting close to each other in corner of the room, with a bag of chips they forgot and the music vibrating inside their bodies. Aizawa had allowed the party just for that single occasion.

So they took that opportunity and Izuku ended up shoulder against shoulder with Katsuki, and what started with a bump of their knees, turned into a hand on his thigh, his head resting against Katsuki's shoulders until there was no distance between them.

Before Izuku could even wish to be kissed in that right moment, Katsuki stood up and made him follow him until the were inside the elevator. It's not like someone was going to follow them.

What followed is a little blurry, but Izuku remembers they made a mess of Katsuki's

room while trying to find the bed in all the darkness. They were clumsy and got stuck taking off their clothes, but... He would never change any second of that night.

At the end of the night, Izuku realized he wanted more and he was able to see that Katsuki did too. A silent agreement, a promise to see each other at night when any of them wanted, anywhere; it didn't matter. At the end, there were no feelings between them, school was

always on the way and it's not like they thought about anything else than becoming heroes. So why not taking the opportunity to find relief with each other? No one has to know, just them.

That's how things went, and still go, for years.

Now he's looking at Katsuki walk around the room while picking up his clothes to put them on again after a shower and Izuku is standing under the door frame to the bathroom while holding the towel around his waist.

"Leaving?" he asks and rests his head against the wood, feeling

the way water drops fall from his his hair and run down his skin. It's starting to feel cold and he almost wants to run towards those arms and stay between them for a little longer.

"Ye', got some paperwork I have to work on."

"Oh..." is the only thing Izuku can say and Katsuki turns around to look at him while he starts to button his shirt. A smirk on his face, playful, dangerous, hungry.

"What? If you wanted to fuck in the shower, you should've told me sooner." his voice is deep and playful, but

Izuku says nothing.

It's not... that...

Of course it's not, but he doesn't want to say it. To ask him to stay. He just walks towards the blond guy and places a hand on his shoulder, that slowly slides down his arm when he walks away. "Then, have a safe drive home."

"You're staying here tonight?" Katsuki asks after a second of silence.

Izuku lets the towel fall from his body and he grabs his small gym bag. This time, he made sure to bring clean underwear with him.

"No, i'm just gonna stay a little longer and order room service." he

answers while shrugging. That's a lie.

"You're not planning on bringing someone else here, aren't you?"

This time, Izuku looks over his shoulder and glares at Katsuki, who has an unreadable expression on his face but his eyes screams with a jealousy he never saw before.

Silent, standing straight two steps away from him and with his clothes on. If Izuku didn't know Katsuki enough, he would probably say that he is just joking and laugh to his words, but he has seen that face for years, he knows when he's serious and when he's not.

They are having sex with no feelings involved... So why does he looks like Izuku's answer is too important?

Izuku frowns slowly, his chest growing with pain and confusion.

"No." he finally says.

He turns around again and, after a second of silence, he hears Katsuki walk away

without saying anything else, the door of the hotel room creaks when being open and then is slammed shut, making Izuku jump on his place while he is putting on his shirt.

Now there's no one else in the room with him and it's suddenly too quiet, the bed too big

and the only thing that stays as proof of what just happened not so long ago is the bed that was left a mess. Sometimes he can't even believe the ghost of Katsuki's touch tingling around his body, telling him what they just did. Because he goes back to feeling empty,

like any other day, and there's nothing that can stop it.

He sits on the bed without putting on his pants and grabs the menu for room service in the nightstand with one of his hands until it slowly slips from between his fingers and he feels that lump in his throat.

It's a complete lie.
To say there are no feelings involved, that he is reaching for nothing.

Of course he is.

He is in love with Katsuki.

A few day has already went by since that night and there's no signal from Katsuki ever since. Of course, Izuku sees him in the news, sometimes they see each other while patrolling but Katsuki says nothing and Izuku tries to walk away as fast as he can.
He sticks to his routine,

just until the next call.

Working out, patrolling, fighting, visiting his mom two times a week when he's off the agency and going back home to his place. He buys something at the convenience store and then distracts with anything that can make him forget about... Him.

It's not that he want to actually forget, but the pain disappears sometimes, when he focuses on other things that make him happy. Like learning how to cook and trying new recipes each day, baking something to take to the agency, cause he is not a fan of sweets, and sitting down

with a movie or TV show on.

Right now is past seven and he left work a while ago, making his way to a small restaurant he enjoys so he can order takeout and keep watching the new hero documentary he started a few days ago.

"But look who it is!" The sweet lady behind the

counter says, with her big smile and wrinkled eyes. Izuku sits down in front of the long counter and the lady pinches his cheek, making him laugh.

"Hello, Hisakawa-san." Izuku says with a big smile, before the old lady hits his head with the spatula.