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The cookies needed some more attention, so you turn your head and start mixing the dough with chocolate drops and other toppings that you both chose. His different-coloured eyes never left your face, admiring the beauty he had in front of him. He slowly rises his hand and tugs a stray hair to the back of your ear. Your blushing was visible as you turned your gaze to him with cute wide eyes. Another soft smile from him, made your heart drop to the cold hard floor.

You tried to push away the feeling of coziness and safety he gave you. It’s only been a couple of months since your break-up with the blond, young hero. The toxicity of your previous relationship, caused your guards rise up like never before. But, even after all those sleepless nights of crying, your heart just couldn’t bear to be away from his presence.

Little did you know, your ex, has been watching you all along. He had been watching your every move since he found out about you and the two-coloured, young hero. Every time you called him to your room, every time you laughed to his jokes, every time you talked to him, every time you touched his shoulder as you giggled with his shit, every time he touched your face to clean your face when you got your food all over you, every time he tugged a stray hair behind your ear, every fucking time, he was there, watching it all. And of course, he had been watching you since you came out of your room to bake the cookies.

The hand that Shoto used to slip the stray strand of hair to the back of your ear, ended up resting on the side of your face as his eyes were locked with yours. Your face, was a light shade of red as he slowly lifted your face up to look at him. His handsome face seemed to be getting closer and his hard-worked body leaned towards you. Your eyes automatically closed as he leaned for a kiss.

The heart that only uses to beat for your handsome ex, was now beating for someone else. Someone that could make you happier. But, just as he was about to kiss you, his phone rang. The moment was lost. You coughed uncomfortably to make the moment a little less intolerable as he turned his face to see his phone.

“Um, it’s my mom. I have to take this…” he exclaimed bummed down. He looked inside your eyes for approval and your stomach did that butterfly thing.

“Oh yes, of course you can take it” you replied, even if the last thing you wanted was to pick his phone up and not bent you over the counter. He picked up his phone and motioned you that he was going upstairs to talk. You send a soft smile his way and a quick peck on his cheek. Shoto’s eyes widen with visible shock inside them as he stormed off quickly wearing a bright red colour on his cheeks.

On the other side of the room, Katsuki was watching this scene unfold with red, burning fire in his eyes. His hands, were turned into fists until his knuckles went white. His jaw, so clenched that you could hear his teeth cracking. You continued working on the cookies with a smile on your face as you thought about Shoto and his cute reaction to your little peck.

That was, until you were caught off guard by someone’s hands on your waist. You quickly turned your head and you felt your words stuck in your throat. Katsuki’s chest was pressed against your back, bringing shivers down your spine. His big hands hold your waist tightly, keeping you in place. His handsome head rested on your shoulder, blond locks falling beautifully on your upper arm.

“Fuck… I can’t keep seeing you with him…” he whispered with a low voice you could barely hear. Soft lips started leaving small trails of kisses all over your arm as your voice was caught in your throat.

“Katsuki… what are you doing?…” you said with a low voiced sigh. The hands that you used for making cookies with Shoto, are now placed, on the counter, for composure against your ex’s kisses. You can feel the wetness that starts to build inside your underwear and you desperately tried to conceal it. Which didn’t work. Your hopeless tries were stopped by the blonde boy’s knee that he stuck between your thighs.

“Stop pretending you don’t like it when I touch you…” he muttered under his needy breath. The grab he had on your waist became tighter as he pushed his muscular body against you even harder. You were trapped under him and there was no escaping it. The knee that kept your thighs apart started slowly moving, giving you a familiar sensation inside your stomach. The muffled breaths that escaped your throat, were like music to his ears.

“That’s more like it, baby…” he breathily exclaimed. You could now, clearly feel the tent that was forming inside his pants. A feeling that ignited a familiar ache inside you.

“Katsuki, you have to go… what if he comes back-“ your sentence was caught before you could comprehend what you just said. He tugged his veiny hand in your hair and pulled your head to the side, causing a low moan to escape your lips.

“Don’t you dare talk about him.” the blond, young-hero threatened. The other hand that grabbed your waist tightly, found its way to the inside of your shorts.

“Just the thought of him getting the chance to have you like I do right now, makes my blood boil.”

His fingers, started doing motions on your clit like muscle memory. Your thighs, hopelessly tried to close, but his knee was keeping you exactly where he wanted. You raised your hand to your mouth, to try and muffle the sinful moans that awaited to escape your lips. A faint gasp escaped your throat when he saw throughout your movements and gently pushed your head against the counter. You were now, bend over the counter and in full view in front of him as he simultaneously removed his hand from the inside of your shorts.

You inhaled sharply when he quickly pushed your pants down with his free hand, feeling the cold air against your skin. That rush of air was overtaken by a sharp pain against the fat of your ass in the shape of his palm, causing a muffled moan to escape from your lungs. Those same fingers that played with your clit not long ago, are now touching your naked cunt. Katsuki’s patience seemed to be running thin, so he pushed two of his fingers inside your velvet walls with just one move, earring another ungodly moan from you.

Even if you tried to muffle or conceal your enjoyment, he could see right through your little act. The view revealing in front of the blond man, made his cock throbbing painfully hard. Each and every of your silent moans, seemed to drain any blood he had on his body straight to his aching erection. His movements inside your cunt started picking a faster pace, making harder for you to keep the silenced act. A smirk formed on his face as he watched you struggle to keep quiet.

The neediness inside his brain overtook any self control he had. He took his, now, wet fingers and wiped them clean with his mouth as turned your head to make you look at him. Your mind felt hazy as you watched him slid off his pants and letting them fall down the hard floor, revealing his painfully obvious erection. The grip he had on your hair tightened as the cold air brushed against his free cock that slapped your ass cheeks. With his other hand, he started brushing his dick against your naked cunt, making you sigh at the familiar sensation against your lips.

“Katsuki, please… you have to stop… if Todoroki comes down he’ll see us…” the moment shoto’s name fell from your lips, something snap inside him. Your head ached dangerously delicious as he tightened his grip on your hair and pushed his aching cock inside your walls with one push.

“I hate hearing you say his fucking name.” he hissed. Even your muffled moan was loud enough for everyone to hear. His veiny dick, always filled you up so well that drained all the sanity inside your brain.

His thrusts were rough and deep. Just like how they’ve always been, but right now? Right now it was different. Right now, he had to teach you a lesson. That you were only his. And he would do it with the only way he knew how to communicate. By fucking it inside your brain.

With every one of his hard thrusts, he hit that spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. The spot that he had curved his name on. The spot that made your moans loud and your head light. Tears started building up the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure, even if you desperately tried to conceal it.

“Seeing him touch what’s mine makes me wanna kill that bastard.” He growled. His voice was rough like gravel as it fade-ly fell in your ears. The hand that gripped the fistful of your hair tightened, pulling you flashed against his chest and arching your back. “Seeing him sure that he can have you like I do, makes me wanna tear his hands apart.” He whispered and damn right he knew what his voice was making your stomach boil with hot feelings.

His whispering low voice was hot against your ear and even hotter felt his lips against your neck. The same lips that called you a bitch when you broke up. The same lips that break every part of your brain. Those lips turned into knife teeth against your neck, leaving back a trail of fade marks and love bites.

“Katsuki- please dont-…” Your voice broke as the sounds he caused, escaped your lips forcefully. The blond’s thrusts became rougher to that delicious voice of yours. He wanted to hear it break more- No, he needed to hear it. He needed to hear how his cock made you dumb. He had to hear how good he made you feel. Him and no one else.

“Beg when you’re able to talk.” He growled sharply. His tongue traced the outside of your ear down to your earlobe as your teeth gritted hard against your bottom lip, a hopeless attempt of keeping quiet.

“Tell me you think of me when he’s not around to stop you.”

His voice came out like a desperate demand. Like he needed to hear that he was the only one existing in your mind. The grip his big hand had on your hair tightened, causing your back to arch farther into his chest as you felt his thrusts losing their rhythm. He was getting close. And you weren’t far behind. With every roll of his hips against your bouncing ass, he hit that same damn spot inside you that made your knees tremble.

“F-fuck…” He hissed through clenched teeth. Katsuki’s hand was glued tightly on your hip as he fucked who was rightfully his. He would curve his name inside your walls. And he would actually do it. “You know I’ll kill him if he tried to get between me and mine.” The blond whispered breathlessly into your ear, immediately sending a chill down your spine and causing your walls to clench around his cock.

You felt that tight knot inside your stomach begging to be released as your legs started to tremble. You knew that your orgasm was approaching you fast and hard. And sadly, he knew that too.

“Cum with me, baby. Cum on my cock like you used to.” The blond breathed out in a low moan. His big callused hand so tight against your hip that he would leave nail marks as a reminder on your body.

“Cum and show me that I’m the only one who can break you.”

He spoke in a low growl, his voice echoing like a needy request. What could you do? How could you hold back when his thick dick penetrated you in all the right places like a muscle memory? There’s only one answer to that. You couldn’t. Your hand immediately shoot against your mouth to muffle that sinful and loud noise that was about to exit your lungs. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm hit you like a fucking train. And his low moan-y growl didn’t help. Neither did his cum when it started filling you up to the brim.

Your blonde ex was panting behind you, his grip on your hair and waist tight as he thrusted his hot load inside you. His mouth landed on your shoulder, his teeth sinking inside your skin to leave another hot mark against it. He stayed buried inside you for what felt like an eternity, wanting to savour every second of your walls clenching around his dick. The back of your head was lied against his shoulder, eyes closed but looking up the ceiling. His hot tongue trailed up your exposed neck till your jaw as you desperately tried to catch your breath.

“Too fucking good for him to have you…” His voice held something dark behind his words. Was it regret? Pain? Sadness? Jealousy? He didn’t even know. All he knew was that he got his point crossed. And when that half and half bastard came back down to bake cookies with you?

Izuku’s romantic feelings towards Ochaco have never been mentioned. Horikoshi has always been very obvious about other ships from the beginning like KiriMina and KamiJirou, while IzuOcha has always been an one sided love story. Horikoshi's handling of romantic subplots has varied in terms of explicitness and development. Let’s break this down.

1) Explicit Romantic Development: Other ships like KiriMina (Kirishima x Mina) and KamiJirou (Kaminari x Jirou) have more obvious and mutual interactions, making their potential relationships clearer to the audience. These relationships have moments that suggest a mutual interest and development.

2) IzuOcha Dynamics: The interactions between Izuku and Ochaco have largely focused on friendship and mutual respect. While Ochaco's feelings for Izuku have been hinted at and developed, Izuku's side of the relationship has not been as explicitly romantic. His primary focus has been on his growth as a hero and his training, with little to no direct acknowledgment of romantic feelings towards Ochaco.

3) Narrative Focus: Horikoshi may have intentionally left Izuku's romantic feelings ambiguous to keep the focus on his journey as a hero and his complex relationships with other characters, particularly Bakugo and All Might. This allows the story to maintain its primary focus on action, growth, and the heroism themes.

4) One-Sided Love Story: The one-sided nature of IzuOcha adds a layer of realism and subtlety to the story, reflecting how not all relationships develop into romance, especially in a high-stakes, intense environment like the one the characters are in.

The absence of explicit romantic feelings from Izuku towards Ochaco, contrasted with the clear and impactful dynamics between Izuku and Bakugo, does add weight to the argument that BakuDeku has a deeper narrative significance. This nuanced approach by Horikoshi allows for various interpretations and keeps the story rich and engaging for different segments of the fandom.

Walking past the current manga characters, Ochaco’s romantic feelings towards Izuku have been confirmed when Uraraka confessed her love for Izuku to Toga, while Deku’s only thought was Katsuki and how to win the war. In the last chapters, Izuku doesn’t really give much attention to Ochaco and she doesn’t either due to hers and Himiko’s fight arc that show the appreciation she had for Toga and how much she wanted to save her. Ochaco cried in belief that Toga is dead, while Katsuki cried about the possibility that he and Izuku couldn’t be heroes together due to Deku nearly loosing One For All. So, with both Izuku and Uraraka thinking about different people, I believe there isn’t much potential in IzuOcha. Let’s break this down.

1) Ochaco's Confession to Toga: Ochaco explicitly confessed her romantic feelings for Izuku to Toga, which confirms her side of the potential relationship. However, this also underscores the one-sided nature of IzuOcha, as Izuku has not reciprocated these feelings in the series.

2) Izuku's Focus: During critical moments, Izuku’s primary focus has been on Bakugo and their shared goal of becoming heroes. This focus is evident in his thoughts and actions, particularly during high-stakes situations, where Bakugo often occupies his mind.

3) Recent Arcs: In the later chapters, both Izuku and Ochaco have been preoccupied with different characters and arcs—Ochaco with her conflict and emotional connection with Toga, and Izuku with his mission and concerns about Bakugo. These narrative choices suggest that their paths and emotional investments are diverging.

4) Emotional Investment: Bakugo’s emotional reaction to the possibility of not being able to be heroes together with Izuku, and vice versa, highlights a deep bond and mutual importance in each other’s lives. This intensity is not paralleled in Izuku’s interactions with Ochaco.

5) Character Priorities: Ochaco's emotional response to Toga and Izuku's to Bakugo during critical moments show where their priorities and deepest connections lie. This indicates that their most significant emotional bonds are with characters other than each other.

Given these observations, it does seem that the narrative places more emphasis on the bond between Izuku and Bakugo than on any potential romantic development between Izuku and Ochaco. The complexity and emotional depth of the relationship between Izuku and Bakugo, coupled with the mutual focus and investment, indeed suggest that BakuDeku has more narrative significance and potential.

Ultimately, while Ochaco's feelings for Izuku are confirmed, the broader narrative context and character interactions point towards a stronger connection between Izuku and Bakugo, making BakuDeku a more compelling and supported pairing within the story.