SHOTEN

“You are so pretty.”

When Shouto had first said that to Katsuki, he’d been downright appalled.

In fact, his very initial reaction was to throttle the other male. To throw a punch with every intention of knocking a tooth or two out of that annoying mouth of his.

“Do you wanna die?”Is what he had, very quickly, followed up the statement with.

Unblinkingly, Shouto shook his head. “No. Why?”

“Because why the fuck did you just say that?”

His expression was blank. Practically empty. And yet, the blond could tell exactly what he was thinking. He could tell that Shouto was not only being honest and sincere, but had absolutely no clue why he was being met with such a harsh response.

Which was aggravating.

But what could he do to someone that was so genuinely confused?

That, though, had only made him more irritated.

“Because it’s the truth. You’re really pretty. I like looking at you.”

Thank fuck he wasn’t eating or drinking anything, because Katsuki would have undoubtedly choked on it.

“Do you even hear yourself?”

At that point, Shouto stuck a finger into each ear to plug and then unplug them. He cleared his throat and then repeated himself, “It’s the truth. You’re really pretty. I like looking at you.”He then stopped and tilted his head a bit, as if pondering for a moment before continuing. “In fact, I really enjoy it. Every time I look at you I find a new thing to admire about you.”

The room felt like it was getting hotter but Katsuki wasn’t stupid.

He knew that he was as red as the left side of Shouto’s hair. Worse yet, he was also acutely aware of the rave that was raging in the depths of his stomach.

“What the fuck are you trying to say, IcyHot?”

Shouto had simply shrugged at that. “I don’t know. Just being honest. Why?”

Katsuki was baffled. Completely and utterly stumped.

Fortunately, that is where the interaction had ended.

Unfortunately, that was not the end of it at all.

Shouto would continue to drop compliment bombs on the blond. Any time. Anywhere. Whether they were alone, or accompanied by others.

Sometimes he did it outright. Blurted it out and made the entire room go silent. Their classmates would gawk, staring in apprehension as they waited for the inevitable. Which was, of course, Katsuki going off on him and threatening to kill him (though he never even laid a finger on him).

Other times, though, he’d do it covertly. He’d lean in while no one was paying attention and would say it quietly enough for only Katsuki to hear.

These times—with these quiet compliments—he always got a bit more personal. Sometimes, they’d even feel a bit…sensual. Less like a compliment and more like he was hitting on him.

Like, for example, they had all gathered in the common room to play some games and hang out. It was nothing wild. Nothing that they hadn’t already done dozens of times before.

Katsuki had gotten done lecturing Denki and Hanta about how to play the game correctly. The two took the scolding before the entire group had quickly dissolved back into its usual variety of chaos and mess. Everyone was talking over each other. Telling jokes. Laughing.

So, with them all distracted, Shouto leaned in and said, “I’m sorry. Your pretty lips were distracting me so I hadn’t heard what you said.”

That time, the blond had been drinking some water.

And so he choked on it.

Some had even shot out of his nose.

Momo had squealed and flinched back while Eijirou burst into laughter, only for many others to follow suit.

He was a bit embarrassed, sure. But, more than anything, his heart was attempting to jackhammer its way out of his chest.

He quickly made his exit with the intention of cleaning himself up, but not before going on a rampage and nearly blasting a hole into one of the couches.

It was after that, that Shouto had become even more provocative. Teasing, in a way.

He never crossed any kind of lines, but he most certainly tiptoed around some. He went just far enough without ruining any plausible deniability. Which was both impressive and infuriating. And really, Katsuki was absolutely sure that if, at any point, he voiced any discomfort or issue, Shouto would have stopped.

But he didn’t. So, in turn, Shouto didn’t.

But that plausible deniability trick sure was annoying.

Because for a long time Katsuki wasn’t sure if he was just reading too much into things. He wasn’t sure if he was just overthinking and, maybe, Shouto really was just doling out compliments. Just…without tact or forethought to what he was saying and how it sounded.

At least…that’s what he had thought before.

But now? Now he knows full well what this is.

Shouto is very clearly hitting on him. Shouto, very clearly, has feelings for him.

Katsuki had no issue with admitting to himself that he found Shouto attractive as well because…duh. That was obvious. He’d have to be working with negative brain cells to not see how handsome and good looking he is.

Katsuki also had no problem with admitting to himself that the feelings were very much mutual.

At first he hadn’t thought much of the other male. Then they took remedial lessons together and they were on friendly enough terms. But, from there, they grew closer and closer. Going back and forth between each other’s rooms to hang out and study together…alone.

The little inside jokes they’d begun to share. The way they had begun to learn each other’s expressions—to the point that they pretty much knew what the other was thinking without any words being spoken.

They got close. Very close.

But it wasn’t until Shouto began his rather unique approach to flirting that Katsuki had realized that the stirring feelings inside were not, in the least bit, friendly.

The problem he faces now, though, is trying to figure out how to take the next step.

How to verbalize to Shouto that his feelings are reciprocated.

Because, despite how blunt and tactless the both of them can be, forming his romantic feelings into words is not something Katsuki is familiar with—let alone knows how to do without sounding like a complete ass.

So instead, he bites his tongue and tries to not melt when Shouto leans in close.

The problem now, though, is that the other male has grown a lot bolder.

To the point that he’s even gotten a bit touchy. He’s not afraid to reach and grab for his hand. And, when they’re taking a break from studying to watch a movie or the latest episode of a popular anime they both like, Shouto smoothly and easily wraps his arms around his waist and cuddles him close.

Truly, it’s a wonder that he hasn’t felt his hammering heart.

But, the point is that Katsuki wants to reciprocate. Or rather, more than anything, he wants to give Shouto a taste of his own medicine. For once, he’d like to leave him a blushing, bashful mess.

So when Shouto invites him out to go shopping with him on the weekend, the blond hopes to find some kind of opening. Some kind of opportunity to finally get his revenge.

He doesn’t though.

What he thought would be some kind of cute outing on a perfectly warm sunny Saturday actually turns out to be the quest from hell itself.

Iida’s birthday is coming up and Shouto is looking to get him some stupid reference book…as if the four eyed freak doesn’t have enough of those. But, apparently, this is the last one to complete a certain collection he has.

And…well, the look of determination on his face was just so attractive that Katsuki could not help but give in.

He wishes he hadn’t though.

There’s a hundred and fuck ton of bookstores all across the city, but apparently bum fuck all have the book Shouto’s looking for.

“It’s a collector’s item.”He says as he scours the shelves intently.

Truthfully, Katsuki is a little (read: a lot) pissed off. That would have been nice to know before he had agreed to come along. They’d started their day rather early. At around ten in the morning. It is now almost two in the afternoon.

The sun is rather high in the sky and, with it being August, it’s pretty fucking hot.

They’ve stopped a couple times now for refreshing, ice cold drinks. And even though Katsuki absolutely does not mind being wined and dined, there’s only so much of this heat and this walking he can take before he feels like he’s gonna lose his mind.

They walk out of the bookstore empty-handed yet again.

“Fuck this, Four Eyes is getting a card and a new pencil case.”He angrily grits out.

Just then, though, Shouto reaches out and holds his hand. “One more store. How about that? And if it doesn’t have it then we can go with your idea.”

What a dirty fucking trick.

Especially because he’s using his cold side. He is, both literally and figuratively, cooling Katsuki off.

A dirty fucking trick indeed.

“Fine. But you owe me big time for this, Half n’ Half.”

Shouto simply smiles softly and squeezes his hand gently. “Deal. Whatever you’d like. Besides, I have a feeling this next one will have it.”

And of fucking course he’s right.

At the very next bookstore they go to, they manage to find the book that they—or more like Shouto—had been searching so diligently for.

So, thankfully, the quest is over. The dragon has been slayed. But the journey, itself, is not over. The heroes still have to return home.

And home just so happens to be on the other side of the god damn city because of course the only bookstore to have it would be so far away.

The journey back takes just about as long as they stop frequently for cold drinks. And, most likely in an attempt to appease, Shouto winds up buying just about any and every snack Bakugou shows any genuine interest in.

So…okay, it’s not like it’s torture or anything. But the fact remains that now his feet fucking hurt.

Upon finally arriving back to the dorms, the pair split up. Shouto goes up to his room to wrap and put away the gift while Katsuki readily heads to the bathroom to bathe.

On his way up to his room after a much needed, warm soak, he passes by Shouto who appears to have had the same idea.

“Wanna come to my room later?”

Katsuki simply grunts in response, but Shouto knows that that particular grunt means ‘yes’ so he smiles and then continues heading to the bathroom.

Finally able to relax, the blond all but melts into his bed. The warm water soothed most of his aching muscles so he is feeling rather loosened up and thankfully he’s not on his feet anymore.

Time flies by with him just laying there. He doesn’t realize how much time has flown, though, until Shouto is opening up his door with the passcode Katsuki had shared with him.

“I thought you agreed to come to my room.”He says, a slight pout on his face.

Katsuki glances at him, a bit surprised. He does feel a bit bad because he did agree to that. But the thought of having to get up and walk, no matter how close the other’s room might actually be, makes him want to punch a couple holes into the wall.

“My feet are killing me.”He says instead. “No fucking way I’m getting up again.”

Shouto’s pout dissolves then. “Fair…but you could have at least texted me to tell me that.”

Which is true. Katsuki hadn’t been thinking about that.

He responds with a grunt but, once again, Shouto knows him well enough to know that that particular grunt means that he’s sorry and will do better next time. So, with that, the subject is dropped.

“I am sorry about dragging you all across the city today,”He says as he seats himself on the foot of Katsuki’s bed. “I knew it was a fairly rare book, but I didn’t think it would take us that long—and far—to find it.”

The grunt this time means, you’re forgiven.

And yet, despite knowing that, Shouto still wears a slight frown on his face.

“Your feet really do hurt, huh?”

“You think I’d be lying about that?”

He shakes his head and then his expression darkens. Before Katsuki can take it back and try to lighten the mood, Shouto’s expression is lightening.

“Would you like me to massage your feet?”

“Huh?”

“I did say I’d do anything to make up for it. And even though you’re trying to make me feel better about it, I do still feel guilty.”

Okay…fair.

Besides, a foot rub doesn’t sound too bad.

Katsuki smirks and raises his feet up only to plop them into Shouto’s lap. “Well then, get to it.”

He’d meant to feel superior, and yet he feels like he’s been had. Like he’d fallen into Shouto’s trap, because the way that he readily begins almost makes it seem like he just knew the blond would agree.

Still, he’s not too bad with his hands.

Shouto focuses on one foot first, digging the heel of his thumbs in with just enough pressure to satisfy rather than hurt. The way his hands expertly massage up and down the expanse of his foot makes Katsuki question whether he’s done this before.

Briefly.

Only briefly.

Because then his eyes are fluttering shut and he is relaxing into the touch.

Perhaps, though, he’s relaxing a little too much.

Soft moans of approval slip from his lips. He does not hear them himself, though. Not until Shouto digs in a bit dipper and the soft moans morphs into a stable, lurid whimper.

His eyes snap open and the apple of his cheeks begin to grow warm.

“I—”

“Can I kiss you right now?”

Katsuki was just about to suggest that they put an end to this massage session. He could feel his dignity crumble and wanted to hold onto what little of it he had left, but Shouto’s question stops him dead in his tracks.

“What?”

“Can. I. Kiss. You. Right. Now.”

He says it slowly. Deliberately. So that Katsuki hears it all and does not mistake or misunderstand his words in the slightest.

“I—um…yes.”

His reply is soft and hesitant. And just as his eyes are about to close—readying for Shouto to lean in—he realizes that that is not the case. Instead, Shouto raises his leg just a bit higher and kisses his foot. First one, then the other.

“What the hell?”

“You said I could.”

“I thought—”He stops, not even sure of what he should say. When Shouto asked if he could kiss him he was not expecting for the other to kiss his fucking feet, of all things. “Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

Shouto chuckles and then presses his lips to Katsuki’s other foot. “No…I think it would be more accurate to say that I have a you fetish.”

“A what fetish.”

“A you fetish. Infatuation. Obsession. Whatever you want to call it, really.”

To say that Katsuki has been shut up would be an absolute understatement. And, really, it is hard to make Bakugou Katsuki so speechless. And yet, he is really really at a loss for words.

Besides, what the fuck is he even supposed to say to that?

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to say anything. Because Shouto just continues right along, as if he hasn’t dropped the bomb of all bombs.

“From the top of your head, to the bottom of your feet.”And then he kisses the soles of his feet. First the left, then the right. “I am in love with every inch of you. Inside and out.”

You know what? Katsuki gives up.

Whatever expectation or hope he had of turning the tables and leaving Shouto speechless and blushing has absolutely disappeared. He lost. Fair and fucking square. And it’s not like he can even bother to be annoyed by that, because the way Shouto is looking at him is making the fireworks go off in his stomach.

And as if he can’t do anything more shocking, Shouto’s lips engulf his big toe as he begins sucking on it.

It feels weird.

Hot. Wet. A bit slimy, honestly. But the more he gets into it—the more he sucks on it—the less he’s focusing on the action itself. Shouto’s tongue circles the tip of his toe, licking as he sucks. His hands gently yet firmly hold him place and the whole time, he does not break eye contact.

It does not take long for his mind to travel and for Katsuki to wonder what it would feel like if it weren’t his toe, but rather his cock that was in Shouto’s mouth.

Once that thought crosses his mind, it’s practically all he can think about. And, for the first time, he’s really focusing on Shouto’s mouth. His lips. How they look—glassy and slick with spit yet soft and inviting. He notes how velvet sleek his tongue is. How skillful his tongue is.

Another whimper leaves his mouth.

He’s embarrassed.

Katsuki is embarrassed.

Getting so worked up about getting his toe sucked is embarrassing.

But before he can retreat back into himself, Shouto is releasing his toe from his mouth. Instead, he presses a kiss to his ankle.

“I love your long, strong legs.”He says as he leaves a kiss. “And your thick, muscular thighs.” This time, the kiss is sharp. His teeth drag along the skin exposed by his athletic shorts. He nips and sucks, not satisfied until he’s left a small mark in his wake.

Up his body, Shouto trails. He leaves kisses everywhere as he worships his body. As he tells him about every part of him that he loves.

Like his small, delicate waist. His taut, defined abs. His big, broad chest. His shoulders. His hands. His neck. His everything, really. And then, of course—

“And your sweet, pretty lips.”

It starts off slow. Gentle. Sweet. Delightful. The way Shouto kisses him makes him feel warm. Makes him feel giddy. His hands gingerly cup his cheeks as their lips lock. But the longer they stay connected—entwined—in this way, the less sweet the kiss is and the more hungry it becomes.

The more hungry he becomes.

Katsuki wraps his arms around Shouto’s neck and pulls him in closer as he slips his tongue into his mouth.

He’s desperate for a taste. He yearns for more.

A moan crawls up from his throat as he loses himself to the kiss. As he tastes Shouto for the first time and falls in love all over again—as he realizes that the male on top of him tastes like mint, with a heavy undertone of addiction.

He grips Shouto tightly, holding on for dear life as he feels his sanity float away with every passing moment that their lips stay locked.

Katsuki doesn’t even realize that he’s begun to rut into Shouto’s thigh that is firmly planted between his legs. But Shouto does. Of course he does. How could he not?

Much to the blond’s dismay, the kiss is interrupted as Shouto finally pulls back. Perhaps for air, but Katsuki was perfectly fine without it. He didn’t need it. It hadn’t even crossed his mind.

He pouts.

Full blown pouts—completely and entirely upset that Shouto would pull away from him for something as inconsequential as air. But then the other male brings his hand up and holds his face gingerly.

Katsuki wonders what it is that he’s up to, but then Shouto is slipping his fingers between his lips.

He does not need any coaching for what to do next.

His lips close around the fingers and he sucks. He licks. He slobbers and spits.

“Good boy.”Shouto mutters and then his now thoroughly coated fingers are finding their way past the waistband of Katsuki’s shorts and boxers.

Normally, he’d argue that he’s not a dog. That he’s not a little kid either. But right here and right now, he doesn’t mind it at all. Much to his own surprise, truly. Because the compliment sends electricity through his body. He wants to hear that more. So much more. In fact, he needs to. If not, it really feels like the world will end.

“I love you, Bakugou Katsuki.”Shouto says as his fingers coat Katsuki’s cock with saliva. “I love everything about you.” He is teasing him. The tips of his fingers ghost over the blond’s aching cock. He doesn’t really touch him. Not yet. “I love you when you’re angry. When you’re sad. Happy. Moody.” Finally, he wraps his hand around him. But he doesn’t do anything. Just simply holds him as he twitches and aches and desperately desires for more. “I have loved you for so long. I love you with my whole heart. My whole soul. With every inch of my body…and I know you feel the same way.”

Finally—finally—he begins stroking him.

Slow, yet purposeful.

It’s enough to have Katsuki’s toes curling and his back arching.

His trembling hands grip Shouto’s shoulders and once he finally reaches some kind of mental plateau—where he can finally gather his thoughts and manage to form coherent sentences—he replies. “You do? How did you know?”

Shouto smirks.

“Because I know you.”

He tries to rut into his hand. He tries to initiate more, but a firm hand is placed on his hips to keep him right where Shouto wants him.

And, clearly, he wants him teetering on the edge of insanity.

“Not yet.”Is what he says, smirking when Katsuki begins to grow frustrated. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

Shouto clicks his tongue and slows his pace down even more. “You know what.”

The blond nearly chokes. He feels like he’s already been run ragged. This game he’s playing puts himself at an obvious disadvantage. Still, he can’t help but push back.

“Why do I have to say it if you already know it?”

Shouto leans in and nips at his neck. As he strokes his cock, his hand squeezes slightly as it reaches the head before loosening as it glides back down.

The act has Katsuki seeing stars and, once again, his back arches off the bed. He can’t help the way he pulls on the hair of the nape of his neck and any attempt to quiet down his moans has been completely abandoned.

“Because everything tastes sweeter when it comes from your lips.”

And then he does it again, but this time his nail digs ever so slightly into his sensitive tip.

That last bit of pride he had that he’d been trying to preserve completely dissolves. The last, tiny bit of reservation he had disappears and Katsuki fully gives in.

He’s a trembly, teary eyed mess as he cries out. “I love you. I love you so fucking much, Shouto. I’m so—fuck, that feels good—in love with you. I was just too shy and prideful to speak up.”

Finally, Katsuki gets what he’s so desperately sought after.

Shouto’s pace increases while his lips descend upon his. He is so completely and utterly enveloped by the other male, but does not mind it one bit. Rather, he wants even more.

“Shouto—please.”

His ministrations stop and, regretfully he pulls away from him once again. This time, it is to look Katsuki in the eyes. To make sure that he’s sure. And though no words are exchanged, everything is clearly expressed.

“Where—”

“Middle drawer. Beneath the old homework papers.”He instructs.

While Shouto retrieves what he’s looking for, the blond shimmies out of his shorts and underwear and then takes off his shirt and throws it to the side. He then begins to pull at Shouto’s shirt, wanting it, too, to be gone.

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long.

In his hands are a box of condoms, lube, and…a vibrator.

The unearthing of the last item has the blond growing a bit embarrassed.

Not that it’s weird to masterbate but…well, it’s one thing to do it and it’s another thing entirely for someone to unearth your toys.

“I just…”He mumbles, looking away. “I would sometimes—”

But then Shouto is leaning over and pecking his lips. “S’okay,”He tells him. And then he tosses it behind himself and begins undressing. “But, you won’t be needing that anymore.”

“No?”

“Not like you’ve needed it before, at least.”He replies as he, too, is finally stripped bare.

It’s not like Katsuki has never seen Shouto shirtless. In fact, he’s seen him naked before. The dorm baths aren’t exactly private and besides, they’ve taken a few trips to the hot springs during the winter time with their now blended friend group.

But that was something else entirely.

Besides, he definitely tried his hardest to not look at Shouto back then.

This is different.

He is hesitant as his hands explore the strong, sturdy chest in front of him. Up and over his solid, reliable shoulders and down his toned, muscular back. His hands then come back around at his waist, allowing him to caress Shouto’s cut abs.

When he looks up at him once again, he realizes that Shouto has been staring at him—watching him—intently, this whole time. And if he had felt warm before, he feels hot now. Like he’s burning under his intense, ravenous gaze.

“S-Sorry…I’ve just always wanted to do that.”

Shouto smirks at that, “You don’t have to apologize.”

And then he grabs the lube and removes the cap.

One lubed finger circles his rim, forcing a loud mewl out of him. His head is tipped back, pushing against the pillow beneath him while his eyes are squeezed shut. His breath hitches once again but he immediately chokes on it when that finger enters him.

Shouto works it slowly into him before pulling it out and does so over and over again. His pace is slow. Too slow.

But just as Katsuki is about to complain, Shouto wraps his other hand around his cock. Up and down slowly, teasingly. His lubed palm drags down his shaft, squeezing slightly as he reaches the base.

“S-Shou—”

“That’s it, let me hear you.”

Fuck.

And then, just as he is getting distracted by the way he jerks him off, Katsuki lets out a loud, drawn out groan when Shouto slips a second finger inside of him.

His hand and fingers work in tandem, causing the blond to grow weak. Weary. It’s too much. The pleasure has him seeing fucking stars despite his eyes being closed so tightly still.

And then he adds a third finger.

Being stretched like this is nothing new.

Aside from the dildo Shouto found, Katsuki has a few other toys hidden here and there. But this—being stretched and toyed with by Shouto—is new. And intense. The good kind of intense. The kind that has him babbling and drooling as his pathetic moans climb higher and higher in volume.

His legs begin to shake and his breathing becomes labored, but just as he is about to orgasm Shouto stops.

The look of surprise and betrayal on his face causes Shouto to chuckle lightly.

“Not yet.”Is what he says. “Not without me.”

“Then hurry up.”

A pinch to the thigh has the blond begrudgingly biting his lip to shut himself up. So, instead of shit talking he watches Shouto put the condom on and wipe the residual lube onto it.

“Does it fit okay?”He asks, slightly nervous.

The other male nods. “You have quite the range of sizes in that drawer.”

“I have toys that come in different sizes…”

Rather than respond, Shouto taps his dick at Katsuki’s waiting entrance and then smirks at the clear desperation on his face.

“I’m gonna wipe that stupid smirk off your face.”

“Go ahead and try.”

And he fully intends to. He fully intends on saying or doing something that will finally get Shouto to stop appearing so smug, but then he is slowly slipping his dick inside of him and whatever plan of attack for revenge he was concocting disappears in an instant.

Once again, he goes slow. But this time the blond fully appreciates it.

Being filled by a sex toy and being filled by a real dick are two separate things entirely.

He feels so…full. A different, more fulfilling kind of full.

That “full” feeling soon becomes a “stuffed” feeling which makes his head spin and his mind grow hazy.

Katsuki has never been too hung up on size. He’d experimented with a large toy once but found himself quite content with the more average, to small sized ones. But this—this feeling of being filled to absolute capacity and then some—it turns him practically feral.

And while Shouto rests inside of him, giving Katsuki time to get used to his size, they go back to kissing.

Somewhere between casual and frenzied, they steadily attempt to devour one another. It is a push and pull. A give and take. Tasting and teasing each other until, eventually, the kissing is no longer enough. Until, eventually, Katsuki is rutting into him and whimpering—pathetic and desperate.

Thankfully, Shouto gets the hint.

As he sucks on Katsuki’s neck, leaving more marks along his previously unblemished skin, he pulls out partially only to thrust back inside of him. Shallow. Steady. Slow. They’re both moaning, hardly forming any coherent sentences, but they’re not rushing it.

As he rocks into him, there is a slight sting and burn from the stretch of his cock that is hard to ignore.

It—the sting, the slight burning sensation—feels so good. Feels so addictive that Katsuki has to remind himself to be good. To not rush things. It is difficult though, and soon he loses his battle with his patience.

“Shouto, please.”

He has a smile on his face that is completely blase.“Please what? You gotta tell me what you want.”

Katsuki opens his mouth, to clarify, but finds himself unable to speak as Shouto’s next thrust becomes particularly deep. And he’s just so reactive. His mouth may be able to lie, but his body can’t and it is very apparent that he’s loving the way he’s being treated with this certain flavor of levity.

“Shouto…”He says, whining like a petulant child. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

He feels like he’s losing his mind.

His thrusts have gotten just a tad bit rough. A delightful kind of roughness despite not at all picking up speed. Every time he drives his cock inside of Katsuki, the blond’s body jolts and a high pitched whimper is forced out.

“So greedy, Katsuki.”Shouto whispers, watching as he falls apart. He licks his lips then, and when he speaks again his voice is louder but notably rougher—more ragged.“Such a greedy little hole. So eager to be filled. Too bad you won’t just come out with it and ask properly.”

Katsuki’s back to arches and he yelps loudly after another particularly harsh thrust. His hands, which had been tangled in Shouto’s bicolored locks, are now holding onto his back.

Shouto smiles down at him. “C’mon Katsuki. Just say it. Then you’ll get it.” And when he thrusts this time, he must angle his hips differently because Katsuki feels his brain melt. He clenches around his cock and he begins to writhe underneath him, nails dragging down and leaving scratch marks down his back as his own body uncontrollably jolts and shudders.

The marks on his back will definitely be hard to explain later.

But right now, later doesn’t matter.

Katsuki can feel his face turn red and his hips begin to buck, rocking into every thrust. His entire body begins to tremble and his needy hole twitches again.

So Shouto leans down and drags his tongue along his chest. His tongue circles around Katsuki’s nipple and any response he could have gotten is lost the moment he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth. And that’s how he learns that his nipples are very sensitive.

“Ah!”Katsuki groans, his body trembling. As he moves over to the next nipple to give it the same treatment, his fingers grab hold of his freed nipple and pinches it.

“I love that you’re all mine.”Shouto says as he lets Katsuki’s nipple fall from his mouth.

He kisses up his neck and licks along his marked neck. With every thrust, his fingers twist and pull Katsuki’s nipples, dragging more moans from the panting blond.

“I—”He squeaks out, much to his own surprise.

Of all the sounds he’s made tonight, he has never—not even once—heard himself fucking squeak like that.

“Look at you.”Shouto says, continuing to play with his nipples as he fucks him slow and deep. “You could get all that you wanted…if only you would just ask.”

He’s got a mischievous look in his eyes that Katsuki doesn’t trust. And for good reason, because then Shouto wraps his hand around his cock and begins jerking him off once again.

That—the combination of his cock drilling into him at that angle, and his hand around his cock—is what finally does him in. Is what turns him into a teary eyed, begging mess.

“Please Shouto,”He cries as he claws at his boyfriend’s shoulders, leaving long trails of red marks in his wake. “Fuck me. Faster. Deeper. I don’t know, I just need more. Please. Please.”

“See? Was that too hard?”

Katsuki’s eyes all but roll to the back of his head as Shouto finally switches his pace from slow and deep to something much more desperate. And with this level of fervor and intensity, something tells the blond that he wouldn’t have been able to hold out for much longer anyway.

Too bad he’d lost the battle of nerves before Shouto had.

The sound of skin meeting skin enters the current cacophony of lewd and obscene noises that fill the air. And somewhere, in the back of his mind where he still has coherent thought, Katsuki is thankful that the rooms were built to be soundproof. But then he involuntarily begins thrashing about as cries of passion slip from his lips and all that’s on his mind is Shouto and his dick.

“Next time I’ll fuck those thick, sexy thighs of yours.”Shouto mumbles through gritted teeth. “Or maybe these juicy tits of yours.”

“They’re not—”

The argument is lost and replaced with a mewl that has him sounding like a pathetic bitch in heat

“They are tits.”Shouto replies, somehow still managing to be able to entertain such a silly argument. “Look at the way they bounce while I fuck you.”And then he stops his ministrations momentarily. Just long enough to push his pecs together to create cleavage. “But that’s okay baby, I’ll make sure to show you just how much I love these tits of yours.”

Baby? Baby?

And yet, he doesn’t mind the term of endearment. No, he loves it actually. But only because it’s Shouto.

However, as much as he loves it, he’s losing his patience.

“Okay—fuck, fine. They’re tits.”He says, no longer having the mental capacity to continue any kind of back and forth. “Enjoy them as much as you want but please, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”

Thankfully, Shouto shuts the fuck up and focuses on making him cum.

It does not take long after that for him to tip over the edge.

Katsuki’s legs tremble then lock as his nails dig into Shouto’s back. He can’t help the way he loudly cries out, as tsunami like waves of euphoria and pleasure wash over him. He’s made a complete mess of himself as cum splatters over his stomach, up onto his chest, and even on his neck and chin.

But he doesn’t care.

And as Shouto pulls out, taking the condom off to jerk himself to finish, he moans and babbles chopped up iterations of Katsuki’s name.

More cum splatters across his body as Shouto finishes, finally collapsing down beside him.

Between them there is no conversation. Only panting and heavy breathing. But soon that, too, lulls and they are met with a blissful air of silence.

…Until the cum starts to grow cold on his skin.

He elbows Shouto, careful to not make even more of a mess than there already is. “Hey, lover boy, clean me off.”

For a brief moment Shouto doesn’t move. He just stares, clearly very satisfied with the scene before him. But when Katsuki elbows him again, he finally gets up and trudges into the small ensuite washroom. He comes out moments later with a damp towel.

Just as he had taken his time kissing nearly every inch of his body, Shouto now takes his time wiping down every inch of him too.

It’s like another—though nonverbal this time—profession of love.

He disappears back into the washroom only to come out moments later, clearly having wiped himself off too.

The moment he is back down beside the blond, he is pulling him in close and cuddling him.

Which is nice. Comforting. Blissful.

Fatigue rests heavy on them both, but there’s just enough energy left to kiss once more.

Softly. Lazily.

No fervor or desperation involved.

And when they finally pull away from one another—both of them with drooping, heavy eyelids—they smile at one another.

“I love you Katsuki.”

“I love you, Shouto.”

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Weeks go by and September has rolled in.

It is yet another weekend that, thankfully, the students are not bogged down with outside hero work or other such responsibilities.

Katsuki, however, made the unfortunate mistake of thinking that he could somehow bake in peace.

But of course not. Of course he can’t bake in peace.

He had been discussing various fall recipes for sweets with Satou when the both of them just decided to get into the kitchen and bake. It’s not like there was much to do anyway and besides, he respects anyone who has notable talent or skill.

And Satou is certainly a skilled baker.

So he doesn’t mind him being in the kitchen with him.

It’s everyone else that’s the problem.

“This isn’t some kind of fucking cooking show.”He barks out for what feels like the nth time, “Stop fucking ogling us.”

“Just one cookie, please Kaachan?”Denki begs despite having already failed miserably at attempting to steal one. The incident resulted in him, literally, getting kicked out the kitchen.

But of course he hasn’t learned his lesson.

A chorus of agreement ripples through the small crowd that has formed and he can feel himself getting ready to explode.

If they all grab a cookie then there won’t be any left for Shouto and the whole reason why he had even thought about baking was to make something for him. So if he doesn’t get one, it will defeat the whole purpose and only serve to severely tick him off.

Just then, Izuku joins the crowd and announces his return with an obnoxious, “I’m back!”

He’d gone out to finally get the new AllMight figurine he’d been ranting about for the past week. And, of course, he asked Shouto to go along. To which the answer had been a “yes”.

So, if Izuku is back then that means—

“I’m back.”

One hand slips through the side of his apron to wrap around him while the other grabs his chin and turns his head. Shouto presses a short, sweet kiss to his lips.

Katsuki is certainly in the mood for more. But he’d rather not get too hot and heavy with his boyfriend in front of their classmates and friends. So instead, he settles for what he can get at the moment.

The hands that had been reaching out, desperately trying to snatch a cookie off the plate, have disappeared.

It’s so quiet a fly fart could be heard from across the room.

At the Blue Rose Knights Base, the members of the squad were sitting outside, drinking tea under a large canopy while their Captain, Charlotte Roselei, sat at a small table a few feet away with a cup of tea in her hands.

The squad had been training a bit for an upcoming mission, but due to the heat, their Captain had ordered them to take frequent breaks so they didn’t develop heat exhaustion or worse.

“ Even though our Captain is tough and serious, she really is a big softie sometimes!” One of the squad members had laughed, making the other members agree as they giggled along.

Charlotte had looked at them all in surprise; she wasn’t really sure how letting her squad members take a break in the scorching heat was considered being a ‘softie’, when in her mind it was just her being a responsible Captain…

“ Oh, did I tell you that I finally found my soulmate?” One of the girls said in a hushed yet happy tone.

The others all gasped in shock.

“ Really?”

“ Oh my gosh that’s amazing!”

“ Who is it?”

“ Well…actually, it’s a member of the Crimson Lions!” The woman admitted, and when Charlotte glanced up she could see the other woman's cheeks were flushed red.

Again, the others gasped.

“ Oh my gosh, a Magic Knight!”

“ How exciting!”

“ But…isn’t it a little risky though? And won’t it be difficult to see each other when you’re both out on missions so much?”

The group of women paused.

“ Well, we’ll get to see each other when we both get back, and when we’re not out on missions,” The woman replied after a moment. “ And besides? What’s love without a little risk!”

The group of women looked at each other for a moment before eventually agreeing and giving their friend some encouragement.

“ Ugh, this whole ‘soulmate’ thing is so dumb!” A voice huffed as they sat down in the opposite chair.

Charlotte turned and saw Sol Marron, a member of her squad, sitting on the opposite side of the table with her arms crossed.

“ I mean, why does fate get to tell you who you should be in love with? Why can’t we decide who we love based on our own feelings? It isn’t fair!” Sol said as she watched the group of women giggle and gush about their soulmates.

“ I bet she doesn’t even love her soulmate! But she’s just supposed to be with them because ‘fate’ told her too? What if her ‘soulmate’ is an abusive jerk who treats her like crap?” Sol huffed before turning to look at her Captain.

“ Sol, just admit that you’re jealous because you haven’t found your soulmate yet.” One of the women, who overheard Sol’s comments, shouted.

Sol turned away from her Captain to face the group of women.

“ I am not! And I don’t need a soulmate, I’m perfectly fine with my platonic soulmate!” Sol shouted back as she showed them a simple tattoo of a blue and red rose tangled together, surrounded by a bunch of thorns.

“ But Sol, don’t you think there’s something romantic about soulmates? About there being someone out there who was born to be with you?” One of the women asked, and Sol shook her head.

“ Nope! Because who’s to say that I’ll love them because of my genuine feelings and not because fate told me to love them since they were ‘born for me’.” She pointed out.

The group of women looked at each other before their gazes shifted to their Captain.

“ What are your thoughts Captain?”

“ Yeah, what do you think Char?”

Charlotte glanced around at the various eyes staring at her before she set her tea cup down with a soft sigh.

“ I think it’s a complicated situation,” She said after a moment.

“ On the one hand it is romantic to think about someone being out there who was born for you and only you; however, on the other hand Sol makes some valid points, you don’t have a say in who your soulmate is, and for all you know your soulmate could be an awful person that you can’t stand, or you could fall in love with someone who isn’t your soulmate.”

Charlotte picked up her tea cup and took a sip as one of the squad members raised their hand.

“ So…you don’t like it either Captain?”

Charlotte set her tea cup down and hummed in thought as her gaze drifted up to the blue and white canopy that hung above the group.

“ I’m…not sure how I feel about it,” She admitted softly. “ There are many pro’s, con’s, and unknown’s to soulmates that I haven’t really decided whether I agree with it or not.”

And admittedly, whether she agreed with soulmates or not didn’t make much of a difference, since that was how the world they lived in worked.

Everyone in Clover, as well as the rest of the world, had a soulmate; some had only a platonic soulmate, some only had a romantic one, and some even had both!

According to the ancient scriptures from the first mages of Clover, people were assigned soulmates by an ancient deity; but for what reason? That they didn’t know.

“ What kind of deity would do that? And why would they do that? Fun? As a gift? Or…as a punishment?”

Suddenly, a familiar static sound appeared by her ear, and when Charlotte turned she saw Marx Francois’s face floating there.

“ Good afternoon Marx,”

“ Good afternoon Captain Roselei,” Marx greeted before clearing his throat. “ The Wizard King’s requested an urgent Captain’s meeting, and he’s hoping you’ll be able to make an appearance.”

“ Let the Wizard King know that I’m on my way.” Charlotte replied as she stood up from her chair.

Marx nodded before disappearing.

“ I’ll be back soon, and until I return, Pulli is in charge.” Charlotte instructed as she looked at the women of her squad.

“ Yes, Captain!” They replied in unison as they instantly saluted her.

With a quick nod Charlotte walked away from her squad and towards the area where they kept their brooms.

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At The Magic Knight Headquarters

Charlotte opened the large, wooden double doors that led to the Captain’s Meeting room and stepped inside.

All of the other Captain’s were there in their respective seats, except for one: Yami Sukehiro.

“ He’s late again it seems,” Nozel Silva muttered as Charlotte quickly walked over to her seat beside Kaiser.

“ Yami and his squad were in Raque, so it makes sense that he would be arriving late.” William Vangeance pointed out.

“ But doesn’t he have a Spatial Mage that he uses as his ‘wheels’?” Rill Boismortier hummed as he tapped his chin in thought.

“ He does,” Fuegoleon Vermillion agreed after a moment. “ However, even Spatial Mages can only travel so far without needing to rest.”

“ Kekeke I’ll bet ten yul that he’s late because he’s stuck in the toilets!” Jack said with his signature laugh.

“ I’ll take that bet.”

Everyone turned towards the voice and saw Yami Sukehiro walking through the doors and towards his chair.

“ You’re late.” Nozel repeated his earlier comment, causing the other man to sigh.

“ Yeah, yeah I know braid boy,” Yami replied as he waved away Nozel’s stern comment. “ I got a little side tracked on my way in.”

Yami sat down beside Charlotte and leaned over towards her.

“ Hey Prickly Princess, did I miss anything?” He asked quietly as he placed a hand beside his mouth so the other Captains couldn’t see what he was saying.

Charlotte glanced at him before smirking a bit and shaking her head.

“ You didn’t miss anything, and even if you did, I wouldn’t tell you what you missed since you were late.” She replied as she glanced away from him.

“ Ouch, that’s a little harsh even for you.” Yami said in a light manner as he pulled away from her and rubbed the back of his head.

She glanced at him briefly before looking away again.

“ Then next time you should arrive on time.”

Before Yami could respond the doors behind the head of the table opened, and in walked Wizard King Julius Novachrono, and his assistant, Marx.

“ Good afternoon everyone, I’m sorry for calling you all here suddenly, but we finally got some vital intel on a few important missions.” Julius said as soon as he sat down at the head of the table.

During the meeting Julius handed out papers, photos, and provided all the intel that his spies and others gave him.

However, during the meeting, Charlotte’s gaze drifted over to Yami as he reached out and grabbed a piece of paper Marx was handing to him, and her eyes locked onto the large sleeve tattoo on his left arm.

Various images interlocked together in a beautiful work of art that reached from his wrist all the way up to his elbow. All of the images corresponded with his many platonic soulmates.

“ It looks like he’s even gained a few new ones since the last time I saw him.” Charlotte thought as she eyed a few new images on his arm.

For as long as she had known him, he had always had a few tattoos on his arm; one for his platonic relationship with William, one that looked to be of a design from his home country, and a couple of others that she didn’t quite recognize but silently wondered if they were connected to his former squad the Grey Deer.

But the longer she knew him, the more tattoos he began to acquire, symbolizing his various friendships with those he encountered in his life in Clover.

“ But, I wonder why we don’t have a shared platonic soulmate tattoo,” Charlotte wondered as her gaze drifted to the tattoo he shared with Jack the Ripper and then to the one he shared with William Vangeance.

“ I mean, he’s about as close to them as he is to me, right? So, why does he have tattoos with them and not with me?”

Maybe there was more to soulmates than what she thought?

Suddenly, Charlotte began to feel a deep, stinging pain across her chest that extended from the front of her shoulders all the way to the ribs on the opposite side.

But she ignored it and tried her best to focus on what Julius was saying, but the more she tried to ignore it, the more painful it became.

What on earth was going on?!

And just as she was about to excuse herself, she heard Julius speak.

“ That’s all the information I have today, unfortunately, but I’ll try to get everyone more information before you all start on your missions.” He told them as he stood up and smiled at them.

The Magic Knight Captain’s all stood up and saluted him.

“ Good luck everyone, and I know you’ll make the Clover Kingdom proud!”

With that proud announcement, he and Marx walked out of the room.

And as soon as the door closed, Charlotte immediately rushed out of the meeting room herself and began to search for a nearby bathroom.

As soon as she found one she immediately walked inside, locked the door, and proceeded to take off her metal chest plate and unbutton her top.

And what she saw reflected in the mirror made her blue eyes widen and an audible gasp to escape her…

From shoulder to ribs, across her chest, was a huge scar in the shape of an ‘X’!

What on earth was this?! Was it…surely it wasn’t a soulmate scar?

But, if it wasn’t, then why did it look so familiar…

“ Hey Prickly Princess, you alright in there?” Yami shouted from the other side of the bathroom door.

Yami…Yami! That was why the scar looked familiar; because he had the same one across his chest!

Then, did that mean that Yami Sukehiro was her soulmate?!

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