its 2am so imma just vomit this with like bullet points.

deku and kacchan as pro heroes. they got their own separate spaces, but start fucking around. they dont need a label, it feels natural as ever to just start dating. theyre making out on dekus couch.

its the first time theyve ever gotten this heated, and kacchan keeps brushing their lips and blinking slow like he wants to go further. deku takes the leap and leans into him until kacchans laid out, pulling deku by the jaw to kiss him and be kissed.

their lips are swollen and red, throbbing from the half hour of purely making out. just as kacchan is spreading his legs to pull deku closer, dekus phone goes off.

"dont answer it," kacchan whispers against his lips.

"could be an emergency."

"theres enough heroes in japan."

deku never thought hed hear kacchan give the opportunity to win and save to someone else, and it makes his dick throb because that means he really fucking wants this.

but deku cant. he has to at least know whats going on.

he apologizes as he leans over and picks up his phone.

"mm?"

"midoriya!" its iida. kacchan rolls his eyes hearing him.

"something happen?" deku mumbles, mind drifting from the conversation as kacchans hands run up from dekus spine to his hair.

"no no!" iida says, "uraraka and i just ran into shinso and we were wondering if you

wanted to come to dinner with us! its been a while since we last—"

kacchan leans up and brushes their lips together before pecking the corner.

"mmhm?"

"—saw each other!"

kacchans giving him the eyes again. he blinks slowly and looks up at deku, licking his lips.

"iida, i—"

"we're going to that steakhouse near kamino that you like! the one you showed us!"

"mmhm—"

kacchan rubs their noses together before pressing a barely kiss to dekus lips. he kisses his way up to his jaw.

"we made reservations at 7—"

kacchan pulls at his earlobe with his teeth.

"fuck—" deku hisses.

"what?" iida asks. "is 7 not good?"

deku tries to pull away from kacchans mouth as he replies, "no— yeah— 7 is good. i—"

a hand runs down his bicep and curls around his wrist. kacchan pulls at it until deku

props the phone up between shoulder and cheek and leans his weight on his arm.

"i am so fucking wet for you right now," kacchan whispers against his ear. goosebumps crawl up dekus entire body as he tries not to moan into the phone. "you could just slide right in and fuck me."

dekus answering, "shit," comes out like a punched out groan, and it makes iida fret.

"midoriya? are you alright? did you answer me in the middle of a fight again?"

kacchan drags his hand down his body and into the waistband of his sweats— old ones from their years at ua that

he only wears when he stays over at dekus place cause they make his ass look good and if he pulls them up high enough on his waist, it gives him a cameltoe hes seen deku salivate over.

"look at this fucking mess." kacchan presses freckled fingers against his entrance,

panting and mouthing dekus jaw as he does. "you did this. hang up and take some goddamn responsibility, you fucking—"

"/fuck/," deku cant stop himself from gasping. hjs fingers are coated with slick in less than a second, and all hes done is hold them against kacchan.

he can tell his thighs are wet. fuck, his thighs, his lips, and when he rubs at his cunt and twists his wrist, he can fucking /smell/ it too.

he and kacchan has messed around— theyve been dating for three months, of course. hes actually surprised its taken them this long

to get to this point, and even then dekus fingers havent even prodded inside or even touched his clit.

his heart is beating a mile a minute, and kacchans little gasps are morphing into whines against his ear, and hes pretty sure his dick has never been this fucking hard before.

"mido—"

deku growls the way he does when he fights. "yknow what, iida? you called me at a really bad time. ill call you back later to ask for the details."

"details? i already told you eve—"

kacchan gasps, "fuck me."

deku hangs up before iida can finish his sentence.

as soon as the phone drops to the floor, kacchans wrapping both arms around his neck, rolling his hips as he feels deku push two fingers in. when he curls them, kacchan is wet enough that they squelch immediately.

the phone rings again.

"dont you dare answer—" kacchan smashes their lips together hard enough to bruise dekus mouth. his hips lift as deku picks up speed.

the phone stops ringing, and three text message alerts ping one after the other.

"fuck, baby," deku grinds his hips down against his own hand,

pushing his fingers deeper into kacchan and groaning at how damp their sweats feel together.

kacchans phone goes off from the kitchen. anxiety settles into izuku, but it doesnt stop his toes from curling or his stomach from flipping when he hears kacchan moan "izuku! yes yes!"

dekus phone rings again, and kacchans eyes mirror death and fury and hell as he pushes dekus hand out of him and picks up his phone.

"what the FUCK do you WANT?" he yells into the mic.

he glares at the device as he hears uraraka's voice ask, "bak— oh my god, i was right! dekukun wasnt in trouble, he was just having sex!"

"NO!" kacchan screeches. "HE /WAS/ HAVING SEX! FUCK YOU!"

it takes them another week to finally fuck after that. they both turn off their phones for a whole day.

uraraka laughs her ass off and buys them a gift card to the stakehouse.

iida cant look at them for a week.

they dont talk to either for two.

[lmao i just rlly like people getting caught having sex anyway buy me a kofi if you like my writing! http://ko-fi.com/rumbum ]