Sweetheart - Part 7 [FINAL]

Still NSFW

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Katsuki couldn't help but crack a smile when he turned around, finding a breathless freckled face smiling back at him. He'd heard the door creak behind him and turned around with no real expectations, so to see the nerd before him made him...

Ugh, happy.

He'd been out of the country for the past six weeks, dealing with some international crisis, and Katsuki hadn't even had a chance to tell him the news yet. The nerd had been sitting on an eight hour flight when the rankings came out, and his phone had blown up with calls and messages when they announced number forty-six.

He'd finally broken fifty, and his friends couldn't have been more excited for him. He was only the third in the class to get there, after Deku (now number eight) and Shouto (now number thirty-three). He was the first one to do it without a big-name father (or adopted father, at least) though, and he refused to shut up about that fact.

“Kacchan!” the nerd bleated, the moment their eyes met. “I'm so proud!”

He was already bawling by the time he threw his arms around Katsuki's neck, almost spilling his drink in the process. Katsuki just smiled and set his glass down, hugging the nerd tight in his arms.

He'd missed the guy, even if he'd never say it out loud.

“You should have told me!” he sobbed, nuzzling at Kacchan's chest. “Why didn't you text me?!”

“I wanted to see your reaction when I told you, was gonna call you when you got home.” He paused, frowning a little. “Why are you here, anyway? Weren't you flying back to Tokyo?”

“I did! But then I got Miruko's invitation so I jumped on the next flight, and then the first train, and then I ran here from the station. I'm so glad you haven't gone home yet, I didn't want to miss the party!”

The “party” was a small group of Katsuki's closest friends and colleagues. Miruko had called him to congratulate him, and had asked him to come to the office around eight. After a day preparing to gracefully accept that it was time for him to leave, to hopefully resign before he could be fired, he had put on his dark suit – Deku's favourite one – and had taken a deep breath as he walked in.

To his surprise, he'd found a group of his old high school friends and even teachers, fresh off planes and trains (at Miruko's expense, he learned – maybe she really did like him), waiting inside. They erupted in cheers when he stepped through the door, and for a moment he'd been stunned, before he finally cracked a smile.

“I missed you too,” Katsuki mumbled, ignoring the little snickers from his friends around them. “I didn't think I'd hear from you 'til morning.”

When Deku finally let him go, he reached for his wine glass, quickly hunting down a full one to hand to Deku. The nerd flashed him his brightest smile as he accepted, and finally they returned to the group to take their beating of teases and torments.

As the night wound to a close, and his friends demanded to see his new apartment, Katsuki locked eyes with Miruko across the room.

“Yeah, just uh... Hey, Deku, show them the way alright? I'll catch up.”

“Sure, Kacchan!” he dug through his pocket, double-checking that the spare key was still in his possession. “Take your time, we'll go mess up your kitchen!”

“You wouldn't dare.”

Deku tactfully ushered them away, and the room fell silent other than Katsuki's heavy shoes as he crossed the room.

“Thank you for taking me under your wing,” he began knowingly. “I know it wasn't the easiest thing for you to do.”

“I don't regret it, kid,” she smirked. “You're alright, you know.”

“I learned a lot here, and I was really happy to see a hero like you in action, someone who didn't tell me to change every part of who I am, you know? Someone who thinks it's good to be honest, who doesn't want me to pander to the old-fashioned jerks.”

“You're gonna do great, kid. I'm sure of it. Just keep being you, you're one of the best heroes I know. But if you tell anyone I said that, you're dead to me.”

“Likewise,” Katsuki smirked. “I guess it's time for us to go our separate ways.”

She offered him a fist, and he laughed as he bumped it with his own, getting a short nod of agreement.

“Let me know if you need anything,” she offered. “I doubt you will, but I'll still be here if you do.”

“Thank you.”

“And if you drop back below fifty, we're gonna have words.”

She cracked her knuckles as she said it, and he smirked, nodding.

“I'd better go make sure the idiot squad aren't setting my house on fire.”

“Take care, ki- Katsuki.”

“You too.”

With that, he turned away. He left Miruko with the office cleaning staff, who had started on their mess of glasses and bottles, and jogged down the street after his friends.

“Welcome home!” Deku called, the moment Katsuki opened the door.

“I-I'm home,” he stuttered, blushing. It'd been a long time since he'd heard that – months. Maybe not since he moved in.

His friends were gathered in the living room, sprawled across couches or sitting on chairs dragged in from the dining room, but Deku was back in the kitchen grabbing ice water and glasses for everyone to counter the alcohol. Katsuki crossed the room to help, grabbing a tray of glassware while Deku picked up the two jugs.

“This place is amazing,” Mina fawned, when Katsuki handed her a glass. “How do you afford it?!”

Katsuki shrugged it off, not bothering to find an excuse, and thankfully Mina was distracted by chugging down water.

“There's a spare bedroom just on the left,” Katsuki told them, waving toward the open door. “Some of you can use it if you want, the rest of you can sleep out here. I'll bring out some pillows and blankets.”

“You're the best, Bakubro!” Eijirou shot him a thumbs up, pausing to take another swing of water. “You want some help?”

Katsuki shook his head. He'd seen how wobbly the guy was as he walked out of the office.

“I'm good,” he assured them. “You guys relax.”

He retrieved the spare pillows from both bedrooms, returning with a pile he could hardly see over. Mina and Ochako gushed over the collection, diving on them the moment he set them down, wracked by tipsy giggles as they rolled around. He just left them to it, though, returning to the linen closet for blankets.

He'd ended up with a wide array of them, over the winter. It seemed to be Deku's favourite way to show his appreciation and affection – every time he got a cute selfie of Katsuki with hot chocolate, or wearing a wooly hat and scarf, or nestled in his bed, the nerd bought him a new blanket and sent it his way.

He wasn't going to complain, they were all ridiculously fluffy and warm. He loved every single one.

When his friends were equipped, the girls once again rolling around with his collection of fluffy blankets, he excused himself to bed. He assured them they could stay as long as they wanted, could hang around for a few days, even, if they felt like it, and with a final promise to make them all pancakes for breakfast, he was out.

Deku's footsteps followed him, but it wasn't like he hadn't expected that.

“I missed you, baby,” he cooed, the moment the bedroom door was locked behind them. “It's been so long since I've seen your pretty face!”

“Someone's horny tonight,” Katsuki snorted, stripping off his suit jacket and raising an eyebrow at the nerd. “Someone been lonely while he was away?”

“Maybe I just like your face that much,” Izuku grinned, slipping his hands up Katsuki's shirt. “And your tits are pretty great too.”

“Stop calling them that.”

“Make me.”

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, grabbing a handful of green curls and pulling at him roughly.

“I got top fifty, nerd. It's my night.”

“Oh? Does Kacchan have a request? Well, maybe if you ask very nicely we can do something about that.”

“I wanna ride the fuck out of you.”

Deku blinked at him, but nodded all the same, and Katsuki smirked. Damn nerd hadn't been expecting that one.

He spread his hand flat across Deku's chest, pushing him back until he lay on the bed, Katsuki looming above him. He made his way down Deku's buttons, stripping him slowly, and all Deku could do was watch in awe as Katsuki took charge.

When Deku was naked, he reached for his own clothes, but Deku halted him. His eyes raked up and down Katsuki's thick figure, and Katsuki's lips curved into a smirk.

“I wore your favourite,” he pointed out, straddling the nerd's lap. “Do I look good, Deku?”

“Yeah, you're super handsome,” Deku agreed, running his fingers through Katsuki's hair. “God I'm so lucky I have you.”

Katsuki tensed a little when Deku reached for his fly, and but shook his head when Deku questioned him, managing a sly smile.

“It's okay, keep going.”

Deku understood, when he unzipped the pants. As he began to pul them down, he got a little peek of a familiar shade of green, understanding immediately. He tore the pants off as fast as his shaking hands would allow, admiring the tiny silk panties he'd sent Katsuki a week prior.

“Had a feeling you might show up,” he smirked. “Or maybe I just hoped you would, when you found out.”

“God damn, Kacchan. You're a little minx.”

“Do they look as good as you imagined?” Katsuki asked, turning a little to give him a glimpse of the back. “You must have been thinking about it when you bought them, right?”

“Better than I could have imagined,” he said breathlessly, reaching around to cup a firm asscheek, accentuated by the tiny strip of fabric that fell between his cheeks. “You're such a good boy.”

He slung a leg over Deku's lap, dick straining at his little panties, and let Izuku undo the last of his shirt buttons. He didn't bother to toss it away, letting it hang open over his chest as he picked up a bottle of lube.

“Want me to prep you?” Deku asked quietly.

“I'm good.” He pulled the edge of his panties aside, showing off a shiny metal plug that Deku had never expected him to wear without a fight. “You can take this out for me, though, if you want.”

He didn't need to ask twice. Deku reached beneath him, gently levering the toy out, giving it a quick little thrust before it popped out entirely. Katsuki growled at him, but didn't bother to complain, too busy nudging Deku up to the pillows to get comfortable.

As soon as he was in place, Katsuki was lubing him up, sinking down onto his cock before Deku even had a chance to breathe. As he made a few test strokes, sliding up and down gently, he looked straight into Deku's eyes and smiled.

“You know,” he began, making his strokes a little longer. “If we're sharing a bed anyway, there's not much use in you paying for two apartments.”

“You wanna move in with me?” Deku asked breathlessly, curling his hands around Katsuki's hips lightly.

“Unless you want to keep things professional,” Katsuki clarified. “I understand if you just want it to be this and not more.”

“Like hell.”

Katsuki smirked. He knew he'd get his way – even if Deku had been unsure, there was no way he'd be able to resist every little charm Katsuki had thrown his way over the course of the night.

“Getting close, Kacchan,” Deku warned him, shifting his grip to pinch Katsuki's nipples and make him moan. “Make me cum, baby.”

“Can I cum too? Together?”

“Hell yeah you can,” Izuku moaned. “C'mere.”

He took Katsuki's dick in his hand, stroking him in time with his own thrusts, levering his hips up to meet him on every fall. Katsuki bit hard at his lower lip, straining to hold on a little longer – Deku had to be first, he didn't want to blow his load before Deku did.

“Cum for me,” he insisted, falling a little rougher and less steadily. “Fill me up, Deku. Izuku. Please.”

With a gasp, Katsuki felt himself fill with warmth. Deku's grip faltered, but one last stroke was enough to tip Katsuki over the edge, spilling all over Deku's taut abs.

“Made a mess,” he gasped, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Sorry.”

“It was hot,” Deku assured him, chuckling. “It's okay.”

For a moment they just stayed there, getting some air, until Katsuki found the energy to carefully separate them. He wiped Deku off with the top blanket, dragging it out for beneath them and tossing it aside for washing, then laughed when Deku eyed the back-up blanket sceptically.

“It's cold when you're not here,” Katsuki smirked, leaning in to nuzzle against his neck. “You'll keep me warm tonight, right?”

“If I must,” Deku hummed his amusement, dragging Katsuki in close. “You really wanna move in with me?”

“Uh-huh. I'd rather have a boyfriend than a Sugar Daddy.”

“Mission accomplished.”