#dkbk #dekubaku #nsfw [ mega horny!dk x sweetie!bk ]

when kacchan and deku start dating, katsuki turns into his corniest self. he holds deku’s hand on the way to class, ALWAYS texts him good morning and goodnight, even sends him cute pictures of his cooking on weekends!

katsuki gives deku long, lingering hugs in front of his room before they part ways at night and takes pleasure in seeing his cute freckled face flush red. thinks: there’s his little strawberry :}

but deku’s so shy, he always ends up stumbling out of the embrace

jittering and stammering until he finally manages to squawk out a garbled ‘g-g-good night!’ and slam into his room. katsuki secretly loves it, but he also sometimes wishes he could just hurry up and /kiss/ him already. the nerd can’t even handle a fucking hug.

there’s no rush though. just spending time with deku seems to be enough! god, he’s whipped, and he knows it.

and izuku?

fuck. izuku’s losing his goddamn mind. kacchan’s so cute it’s driving him insane— with /want/.

surely this can’t be normal. when kacchan holds out an adorable bunny bento and tells him, a little bashfully, that he’d woken up early to make it for him—

all he can think of is throwing the other boy down onto the kitchen floor and ramming his cock down his throat.

so when kacchan tells him that meticulously shaped omelette on top of riceball-bunny’s head is supposed to be a hat?

izuku’s thinking about fucking kacchan’s throat so raw he’ll be speaking in croaks for the next fucking week. or not at all.

wah! is that even okay? the effect that kacchan has on him is honestly terrifying to the point where sometimes when he’s all alone,

izuku will entertain the idea of calling it quits for his own sake as well as katsuki’s. he’s probably all sorts of dangerous if all he’s ever thinking about anymore is licking the sweat off of kacchan’s balls after training and edging him till he cries, RIGHT?

but then kacchan texts him a little “hey. miss you :{ ...stupid” and it’s over. all of izuku’s defences crumble to dust and before he knows it, he’s rutting against the sheep plushie kacchan bought him (“it’s got a dumb face. like you.”) till he comes with a groan.

he’s so weak it’s insane.

it’s the worst when kacchan gives him those painfully tender hugs every night. it’s the closest izuku gets to him, his gorgeous scent filling his nostrils: nice and smoky from his quirk, tinged with a hint of sourness from kacchan’s regular sweat.

his perky pecs press up against izuku’s chest and he’s not joking when he says it takes ALL his might trying not to just give in and /touch/. feel. grope kacchan’s pretty tits and twist his nipples and lick them and—

“g-g-good night!” he squeaks, stumbling out of the embrace and into his room as quick as he can manage before (sorry, kacchan!) slamming the door in his face.

fuck, just in time to rip his fly open and grab his throbbing dick like his life depends on it.

jerks it hard and fast. the dryness of his palm stings against his flesh, but it doesn’t matter— mentally, he’s with kacchan. he’s sliding his dick between kacchan’s tits. fucking them like he’d fuck his ass— hard enough to bump into his chin on every odd thrust

leaving it shiny with precome. fuck, okay, shit. kacchan’s opening his mouth, red eyes blown wide with lust and fuck, izuku’s so close, he’s gonna come all over kacchan’s pretty face and he’s gonna lap it all right up like the good boy he is. he’s, he’s—

“cheh. fuckin’... fine then, night deku. dream of me.”

/he’s on the other side of the fucking door, he’s right here, right here right here right—/

“shit!” izuku hisses, shooting all over the floor with a full bodied shudder. boneless from his climax, he slumps over,

sliding down the door and onto the floor as the sound of kacchan’s heavy footfalls receded down the hallway outside.

izuku’s post orgasmic haze begins to fade, the accompanying guilt slowly beginning to creep up on him like a villain because /god, kacchan deserves better/.

but then his phone pings.

“good night (<- that’s you)”

“you just said goodnight, kacchan you...” izuku croons in disbelief, smiling wide. his dick is still out, still covered in cum. “you /cutie/“

he wishes he could just hurry up and kiss him already. and fuck him too.

the end! :P

a bit sorry about this thread but it needed to be done. it did. okay, IT DID