Thread by @fangirl_asfuck

Some cute #dkbk fluff for y’all.

Izuku had not had a good day. The patrol during his work study was boring until the last possible moment, meaning he had to finish paperwork on the arrest past his scheduled time to go.

He was supposed to get together with Katsuki that night, and the annoyance was clear when he made it back to Heights Alliance: he was restless, shuffling back and forth in front of the elevators before saying, “Fuck it,” and sprinting up the stairs to Katsuki’s floor.

His brow was furrowed and his lip was worried between his teeth. He raised a hand to knock on Katsuki’s door but it swung open /just/ enough for Katsuki to step out before closing it behind him.

“Hey, Deku.” Bakugou’s eyes raked over his body and he seemed to struggle for words for a moment. “Bad patrol?”
“Not /bad/.” He sighed. “Just boring. Long.” He pulled Katsuki forward into his arms. “Missed you.”
“I saw you this morning!” He rolled his eyes and returned the hug.

Then he mumbled, “I missed you, too, nerd.”
Izuku squeezed him tighter.
“I have a surprise for you.”

He loosened his grip on his boyfriend and leaned back enough to consider his face. His eyes were bright, excited, but his lower lip was wedged between his teeth.
“You did?” A small smile grew on Izuku’s face at the news.
“Mhm.”
“What is it?”

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you, dumbass.” He rolled his eyes again. “Just come on.” He took Izuku’s hand in one of his and flung his dorm room open with another.
It looked different. Very, /very/ different from usual.

Katsuki’s room was one of the neatest in the building, clean and crisp and uniform. It was not like that now.

“Wow, this is beautiful, Kacchan.”
Katsuki’s exhale was audible.

He’d shut off the overhead lights and closed the curtains, so the only light came from some fairy lights now lining the perimeter of the walls near the ceiling and a lava lamp on his bare desk.

He pushed both the desk chair and the small kotatsu he had in the middle of the room off to the side and in its place were two large beanbag chairs. Katsuki had clearly sat in both of them prior to Izuku’s arrival—he could see the Kacchan-shaped impressions in the material.

To the side was a small table with drinks and snacks and a small bottle.

“But, uh,” Izuku paused and turned to his boyfriend. “What /is/ it?”
Katsuki frowned and flicked his forehead. “A date night. Inside.”
Izuku chuckled.

“Hey, don’t /laugh/ at me, asshole!” Now Katsuki looked like Izuku did when he first arrived.
“I’m not laughing at you, baby. It’s adorable.”
“Not my chosen adjective, but I’ll take it, I guess.”

Izuku pecked his forehead with a small kiss and Katsuki squeezed Izuku’s hand, then pulled him into the middle of the room in front of the beanbags.
“C’mere, nerd.” He spun around and took Izuku’s face in his hands to give him a soft kiss.

Izuku’s hands moved to rest in the small of his back, pulling him closer. After a few moments, Katsuki pulled away. He put a hand on either of Izuku’s shoulders and then gave him a shove onto the beanbag.

Izuku landed with a /plop/, his boyfriend quickly climbing into his lap before his hands ended up back in Izuku’s curly hair, their lips meeting again.

Izuku’s large hands gripped Katsuki’s ass, kneading it under his sweatpants. On top of him, Katsuki shifted and one of Izuku’s fingers nudged against something hard.

He moved one hand to the back of Katsuki’s head threaded his fingers through his hair, then gave a small pull to break their kiss. “Is that a buttplug, Kacchan?”
Katsuki, while first less than pleased to be interrupted, soon had a mischievous smile on his face.

Izuku could feel his cock harden against the tight confines of his jeans.
“Well,” he wiggled, settling deeper into Izuku’s lap so they could /both/ feel it, “do you want to find out?” He raised his eyebrows up and down a couple of times.

“I want to /take/ it out.” Izuku rolled them onto the other beanbag, Katsuki now under him, his thighs on either side of Izuku’s knees. He leaned down to nip at his jawline. “And replace it with something bigger.”

“You should get on that, then.” Katsuki smiled up at Izuku, then reached to the side table he set up and retrieved a bottle of lube.

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