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Izuku had been in a few bizarre situations in his life. It came with being a people-pleaser he supposed. He had a hard time saying no to people and if someone clearly needed his help he was ready to drop everything to do it. 

His friends and family had already tried to help him with his boundaries and they had succeeded. 

Partly. 

And far too late.

So, Izuku had met some strange people in his life. And sometimes he had ended up in bed with said people. He had never kept in contact with any of them, except for one or two who had ended up as his friends, like Todoroki and Uraraka. Those were funny stories, but he wasn’t thinking about them right now.

No, right now he was thinking about Bakugou Katsuki.

He actually didn’t remember all that much from his encounter with Bakugou since he had been black-out drunk at the time. His long-time girlfriend had just broken up with him and Izuku had tried to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Apparently, he had also succeeded since he had woken up naked in a strange bed next to an equally naked Bakugou.

Their ways had separated after that chance encounter but Izuku had always thought back to it. He regretted not asking Bakugou for his number because the few hours he could remember from the next morning had been something else and he would’ve loved to get to know the blond man more.

To say Bakugou had left an impression on Izuku would be an understatement. Not only had he left a lasting impression, but he had also left a lasting mark on him.

When Izuku had woken up the next morning, there had been a buzzing sound and something small and sharp stabbing at his ass. When he had tried to squirm away from the feeling a large, warm hand grabbed his other ass cheek to keep him in place.

"Stop moving or you'll mess up my work," a deep voice said and Izuku felt all of his muscles go lax.

"Um, what are you doing?" Izuku asked while trying to look over his shoulder back at Bakugou. He could only remember bits and pieces of last night so he wasn't completely surprised to wake up this way. The strange sound was a surprise though.

"Leaving my mark. You have the most perfect ass I've ever seen. I can't pass up the chance to tattoo a canvas like that."

"Tattoo?!" Izuku yelled out in alarm and tried squirming away again but was stopped by the hand on his ass and the guy sitting on his legs.

"Yes, so stop fucking moving. I'm halfway done, so either you stop moving and end up with a kickass tattoo or you keep on being a little bitch and end up with a shitty half-assed one."

For whatever reason that made perfect sense to Izuku's hungover and still half-asleep brain, so he sank back into the mattress and surrendered himself to his fate.

"Do you do this to all of your hookups?" he asked after a little while just to make conversation and to try and distract him from the completely surreal situation.

"Not to all of them," Bakugou answered, his brows furrowed in concentration. "Only the ones who gave me a good fuck and are pretty enough."

His eyes flickered to Izuku's for a second and the grin on his face was dangerous. Izuku felt himself shiver and heat pool in his belly. He was glad he was lying on his stomach and could conceal the half-chub he was sporting.

When Bakugou was done he cleaned the area and took a picture of the end result.

"Take a look, nerd," he said as he handed over his phone, a pleased expression on his face. "It turned out fucking amazing. Might be one of my best up to this point."

The tattoo wasn't anything special. Just two letters "BK" in the middle of his left ass cheek. The part that had taken so long were the designs in the letters themselves. But even to Izuku's untrained eyes, he could see the clear lines and stark contrast to his pale, freckled skin and he had to admit it didn't look half-bad. It was also a lot smaller and plainer than Izuku had feared so he let out a breath of relief as he handed the phone back.

"Good job?" he said, unsure of where to go from there. Bakugou let out a snort and slapped some ointment and a protective layer of tape on Izuku's ass. When he was done he fell back into bed and pulled Izuku on top of him.

"Now that that's done, let me fuck you again. You really weren't half-bad and I want another round before I kick you out."

And Izuku would've been a fool to say no.

After they were done, Bakugou took one last look at his work before kicking Izuku out with clear instructions on how to care for the tattoo and that was it. He had never seen the blond tattoo artists again after that, even though he would've liked to.

Up until now.

Izuku was busy sorting through his emails when a new one popped up in his mailbox. Even though he didn't recognize the address he still opened it. You never knew when something important was sent your way after all. 

And yes, he was the type to read even his spam mail. He wasn't dumb enough to click any links or to respond, but sometimes these spam emails were downright entertaining.

But this one wasn't spam. It was an email from one Bakugou Katsuki asking if he and Izuku could meet for coffee.

Because Izuku had the self-preservation instincts of a male widow spider right before mating, he agreed to meet with Bakugou. His friends just shook their heads in resignation, already long used to Izuku’s questionable life choices. But hey, at least he told them about where and when he would be meeting Bakugou! He may be irresponsible, but at least he wasn’t a complete idiot.

And so, Izuku was sitting in the small coffee shop that they agreed to meet 20 minutes early. He blamed the nerves. He had gotten more confident over the years and wasn’t as easily pushed around, but there was just something about Bakugou, or more precisely the memory of how he had been, that made Izuku nervous and his palms sweaty.

He tried to kill some time by playing some mindless games on his phone when the door to the shop opened again and a vision plucked right out of Izuku’s deepest fantasies stepped into the shop.

Bakugou still looked the same as he did 5 years ago. Somehow he had even gotten hotter. His skin was flawless, his platinum hair just the right side of messy, and his eyes were still the same blazing red that Izuku remembered. His broad shoulders and tiny waist were accentuated by the tight tank top and leather jacket he was wearing and his baggy black pants did nothing to hide the swell of his ass.

Izuku tried to pick up his jaw from the floor before Bakugou could see him and decided that whatever the reason he had had to meet with Izuku wasn’t worth it after all. 

It didn’t take long for Bakugou to spot him and he gave a curt nod before stepping up to the counter to order. Izuku gave him an awkward wave in return that Bakugou didn’t seem to notice and Izuku wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or relieved.

He tried to subtly straighten the wrinkles in his shirt and tame his hair, but it was an uphill battle. His curls were a mess and he didn't have time to iron the shirt before he had to leave. He thought he looked alright. At least until Bakugou walked into the shop, looking like a literal model stepping off of the cover of a magazine.

How had Izuku managed to pull him back then? They both must've been wasted.

Finally, Bakugou stepped up to his table and took the seat opposite Izuku. Their eyes met and those full lips twisted into a smirk.

"Sup, Deku."

And all at once, Izuku's nerves went out the window. He suppressed a giggle.

"It's Izuku," he said and Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," he said with an air of nonchalance, but Izuku could see his ears start to turn red in embarrassment. He probably hadn't counted on misremembering or misreading Izuku's name. But it helped ease the tension between them.

"How have you been, Katsuki?" Izuku asked. He deliberately used Bakugou's first name. For one, it felt weird to directly address him by his last name when they had already seen so much of each other. And he also wanted to show that Izuku could remember his name perfectly. He hoped it would be seen more as a challenge or teasing than the fact that Izuku hadn't stopped thinking about the other man in the last five years.

He didn't need to look more pathetic than he already was, okay?

"None of your fucking business," Katsuki answered before he took a sip from his cup. "But speaking of business, I have some with you."

He pulled out his phone and opened something before sliding it over to Izuku's side of the table.

Curious, Izuku took a closer look. It was an advertisement for a tattoo competition. He felt a sense of dread come over him.

"Okay?" he said, unsure if he wanted to know more. But like most of the time, he ignored the small voice in the back of his head. "And what does this have to do with me?"

"We need to tattoo someone live and we need to show some of our previous works on live models."

Izuku blinked at Katsuki. Katsuki rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Look, the tattoo on your butt turned out fucking amazing, alright? It would be a waste not to use it. I have some other people who are willing to help me, but if you agree to come with me my chances of winning are through the roof."

"Because of two small letters on my butt?"

"For fucks sake!" Katsuki slammed his hands down on the table and leaned dangerously close into Izuku's personal space. Sadly, his dick didn't get the memo and instead of being frightened it stood up and took interest.

What was that meme? ' Mark me down as scared and horny '?

"Are you in or not?" Katsuki growled out in a deep voice that was not helping Izuku's dilemma downstairs at all.

"Uhm," he let out an undignified squeak before clearing his throat and trying again. "What's in it for me?"

On Katsuki's face appeared a predatory grin as he looked down at Izuku.

"If we win you'll get a percentage of the money. And even if we don't win you get to see my work from up close and personal." His voice dropped low while he spoke and the last words were almost purred out. If Izuku didn't know better he thought Katsuki was flirting with him.

"W-When is the competition?" 

"Next Saturday. I'll text you the details."

Katsuki let his eyes trail down from Izuku's face and over his body and it was almost like a physical touch. 

"See you then, Deku ," he said before grabbing his phone and his cup. He threw one last smirk over his shoulder at Izuku before disappearing out of the shop. 

Izuku chose to stay in his seat for a little while longer, nursing his almost empty cup of coffee. It took frustratingly long for his boner to go down and the whole time he thought about how he hadn't even said ' yes ' to all of this.

But there was no question as to if he would go. After that meeting, he would be crazy to miss out on a chance to see Katsuki again. And who knew? Maybe he would get lucky again and actually manage to convince the blond to go out with him this time.

You never knew when a miracle would happen.

The next week felt surreal to Izuku. Katsuki had indeed texted him the details after their meeting but it hadn't stopped there. Somehow a question from Izuku about what underwear he was supposed to wear had turned into teasing about All Might and that had turned into a riveting discussion about which All Might era was the best.

They had stayed up long into the night, sharing screenshots of the animated series and pictures of different comics to help get their points across, and at some point, Katsuki had simply called him to yell at him.

Talking to him was somehow easier through the phone, so Izuku had no problem yelling back. Somehow they ended up watching a few episodes of the series while being on the phone and still arguing. Before he realized it it was already 4 AM and Izuku remembered with dread that he had to go to work at 8 AM.

Katsuki had accused him of running away from the argument but had let it go for the moment. The discussion picked up right when Izuku came back from work and sent him several thousand word long essays detailing his point of view. 

And yes, he had written that at work, specifically for Katsuki. No, he hadn't managed to finish any of his actual work that day. Sue him.

Katsuki's answer had almost double the word count, but only because of his overuse of curse words. When Izuku pointed that out, Katsuki started cursing him which led to them simply cursing each other with more and more ridiculous words and names.

Izuku couldn't remember the last time he had laughed that hard.

The day after that Izuku had wanted to start their conversation up again, but hadn't been sure how to do that. So he simply sent Katsuki a picture of his lunch. It wasn't much, just a few sandwiches from the vending machine, but Izuku was proud of himself for actually eating something. On most days he forgot lunch entirely and feasted on some kind of junk food in the evening.

Katsuki had been appalled.

After he was done cursing Izuku again he countered with a picture of his own lunch, which looked like it came straight from the pages of a high-end cookbook. No need to say that Izuku was extremely jealous and demanded compensation.

Katsuki made fun of him for the rest of the day.

The rest of the week went kind of the same way. Izuku sent Katsuki some kind of photo and Katsuki answered. He never initiated the conversation, but he always replied right away, so Izuku was pretty sure the other man wasn't too annoyed with him.

And then on Saturday morning, Izuku woke up to a picture from Katsuki.

It was a lunch box, filled with countless mouth-watering delicacies. The message attached to it simply read "compensation" and Izuku could feel his heart skip a beat.

He couldn't believe how flustered he was over such a simple gesture. But he figured the fact that it came from Katsuki made all the difference for him.

He hurried to get ready and drove to the convention. He was a bit nervous since he still wasn't sure what to expect. With all the talking he had done with Katsuki this week, they kind of hadn't talked about the convention at all, so all of Izuku's questions were still unanswered. 

He parked his car and walked to the entrance of the convention hall. He gave his name to security and was given a pass and instructions on where to go. 

Izuku wasn't sure what he had expected, but it wasn't this. The inside was well lit and even though there was a lot of black and metal in the decor choices of the different stations, there was also so much color. 

Every station had pictures of different tattoos the artists had done in their time and each and every station had their own flare. 

Katsuki had told him the convention would also be open to the public, so Izuku would only have to be there for a certain amount of time. He was curious to see how everything would work out, so he had already cleared his entire weekend to stay at the convention. It was so vastly different from everything Izuku knew from his own life and he found himself excited to learn more.

It didn't take him long to find Katsuki's booth and he was impressed by the variety of his photos showcased. He had to hold back a snort at reading the name of his shop though.

' Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight '? Really? How had he even managed to get any customers with a name like that?

"What are you smiling about, nerd?" a voice whispered in his ear and Izuku jumped in surprise. He whirled around and came face to face with Katsuki's smug grin.

"What?" he asked, his eyes glancing over his form. He had to swallow down the saliva that was suddenly pooling in his mouth while taking in Katsuki's appearance.

He was wearing loose pants that hung low on his hips and let Izuku catch a glimpse of his underwear. He was wearing a tight, black tank top that showed off his impressive chest muscles. His arms were bare except for a few thick leather bracelets around the wrists and a giant tattoo spanning the entirety of his right arm. It looked like several explosions making their way up to his shoulder. His hair was hidden under a backward-turned cap and several piercings were littering his ears.

Katsuki's grin widened and his stare turned half-lidded.

"See something you like, Deku?"

Izuku only stared at him, his face almost as red as his signature shoes. He tried saying something but no sound came out of his mouth, so he closed it again.

Katsuki cackled and pushed him towards the booth.

"Come on, I'll show you where you can put your stuff. The other idiots should be here soon too."

The idiots turned out to be Katsuki’s friends and co-workers. They introduced themselves as Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Mina, and Jirou and all of them looked at Izuku with such interest that he couldn’t help but wonder what Katsuki had told them about him.

He got the answer to his question without even having to ask it when Kaminari threw an arm over his shoulder and gave him a very obvious look.

“So, you’re Deku with the perfect ass, huh?”

Izuku inhaled his own spit and spent the next minutes coughing while Kaminari was laughing at him.

“Bro, that was not cool,” Kirishima scolded him while hitting Izuku on his back to try and help him dislodge the spit, but Izuku could see that he was also trying to hold back a smile.

“If you guys are done being fucking clowns, get to work,” Katsuki grumbled from his station further up in the booth. Both he and Jirou would offer their services during the convention and they were preparing their stations. The other four were here as additional models and to show off earlier creations of the two tattoo artists. They were also additional muscle that helped build up the booth and the different equipment. 

And then there was Izuku.

He wasn’t quite sure what he was supposed to do, so he took a seat off to the side and watched the others work. It also gave him the perfect opportunity to google Katsuki for a little while longer, but nobody needed to know that.

“How often have you been to conventions like these?” he asked Kirishima when the other man came into earshot.

“A couple of times. It’s always a good way to make some extra money from walk-ins and the advertisement is good too. And if you’re as good as Bakugou and Jirou you even have a chance of winning competitions which is always cool.”

“They’re really that good?” Izuku asked and Kirishima grinned before he flexed.

“I mean, look at me!”

Izuku did look and what he saw was impressive. Just like Katsuki, Kirishima’s right arm had a tattoo sleeve up to his shoulder. The dark lines made it seem as if his arm was covered in cracked stone instead of flesh and Izuku was tempted to touch it to make sure it really was just a tattoo. His other arm had countless renditions of sharks, one more detailed than the next.

“I have more if you wanna see,” Kirishima said with an eyebrow wiggle and Izuku felt himself blush. Before he could stammer out a response a water bottle hit Kirishima on the backside of his head.

“Stop flirting with the nerd and get back to work!” Katsuki yelled, his arm still raised from his accurate throw and Kirishima lifted his hands in surrender.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to encroach on your territory bro!” he said with a wink in Izuku’s direction before he hurried to the other side of the booth. 

Izuku’s eyes snapped over to Katsuki’s and for a second they simply stared at each other. Katsuki’s gaze was like a physical touch on Izuku’s body and he could feel a shiver running down his spine. Encroaching on his territory, huh? Maybe Izuku’s chances of scoring a date with Katsuki after this weren’t so low after all.

Around them the other booths were filling with life too and before long Katsuki waved him over to him.

“The public won’t be here until later today,” he explained and pulled Izuku over to a high step stool. “The judges are going to make their rounds now. There are three groups who walk the floor, so I need you to stay here and be ready to show off your tattoo.”

“To show off my ass to total strangers you mean…” Izuku grumbled and Katsuki snickered.

“At least your ass is nice to look at,” Katsuki said and Izuku tried to swallow down his nerves.

“You think so?” he asked while looking up at Katsuki from underneath his lashes. Katsuki stared back at him, a heated look in his eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll need to beat off people with a stick once this convention is done and everyone had a chance to look at your ass,” he growled back and took a step closer to loom over Izuku.

“Maybe there will be someone I don’t want to keep away,” Izuku almost whispered back and he could feel Katsuki’s sudden exhale against his face. When had the other man stepped this close to him?

Behind them, someone cleared their throat.

They spun around to come face to face with three people, all armed with pens and clipboards.

“Mr. Bakgou?” they asked and Katsuki nodded. “We’re here to judge your designs.”

“Right, one sec. You can start to the right over here,” Katsuki said and gestured to Kirishima who had already assumed his position, his right arm flexed in front of him to show off his rock-like tattoo. Izuku hurried to step on the stepstool but Katsuki stopped him before he could pull down his pants.

“Remember, only as long as the judges are here. No need to moon everyone else here.”

“You just don’t want other people looking at my ass,” Izuku said and Katsuki snorted before slapping said ass.

“Got it in one nerd.”

Izuku laughed and went to pull down his pants and boxers until they were hanging below his ass cheeks. He kept hold of the front of the pants to make sure not to flash anyone though.

Behind him, he could hear a wolf whistle and felt himself flush. This was going to be a long day.

Two hours later he could finally pull up his pants again. The last panel of judges had just finished with Katsuki’s stall and were walking away and Izuku let out a relieved sigh as he buttoned up his pants.

“I think more people have seen my bare ass in the last two hours than in the rest of my 25 years combined,” he whispered as he stepped down from the stepstool, and next to him Kirishima threw back his head and laughed.

“You did well though, bro!” he said and thumped Izuku on the back. “They were really impressed by all of Bakubro’s work, so I think he has a good chance of winning.”

“I hope so,” Izuku answered and found he genuinely meant it. He really liked Katsuki and would love it if he won this competition.

“So your job is done now?” Kirishima asked and Izuku nodded. “You heading home or are you going to stay for a little bit longer?”

“I’ll probably walk around the convention center a bit,” Izuku answered before taking a swig from his bottle. “I’ve never been to a tattoo convention and I’d like to look around. And I want to stay long enough until they announce the results of the competition.”

“They’re still judging the live portion of the competition, so there should be plenty of interesting things for you to see,” Kirishima said and nodded to the back of their booth where Katsuki and Jirou were still working on their live models. The panel of judges was standing next to them and chatting with them and the model, occasionally taking notes on things.

Katsuki had a concentrated look on his face, completely focused on his work. Izuku quickly looked away, since that look did things to him. He had always had a weakness for people who were passionate about the things they did. Also, competence was hot. Sue him.

To distract himself and his dick, he started wandering around the other booths. Almost all of them were in the last stages of their tattoo’s for the competition and Izuku had a lot of fun watching all of these different people work. Being surrounded by so many tattoos made him kind of want another one for himself. Maybe he could ask Katsuki about that later.

When he returned to the ' Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight ' booth, Katsuki was done with his live model and the judges had left. The woman was admiring her new tattoo in the mirror, a complicated geometric design, and Katsuki and Jirou who had also finished with her model were cleaning up their stations in preparation for the regular visitors of the convention to arrive. They would take small walk-ins and had a few time slots blocked for larger commissions that had been booked ahead of time.

Katsuki saw him approach and gave him a grin before sauntering over to Izuku. He came to a stop right in front of him, their bodies almost touching.

“So, how many comments did you get on your ass?” Katsuki asked and Izuku rolled his eyes. He knew his cheeks were turning red again, but he tried to ignore that.

“Will you throw a jealous fit if I tell you?” Izuku teased and was gratified when Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. A hot hand was placed on Izuku’s waist and slid around to the small of his back. A shiver ran down his back and he looked up through half-lidded eyes.

“Why would I be jealous of any of the extras who saw your ass when you’re so obviously gagging for my cock?”

The hand slid down further and grabbed Izuku’s ass, pulling them flush together.

“This ass belongs to me, Deku. It has my fucking initials on it and everything. Don’t even think about letting someone else touch it, not while you’re with me.”

“And am I with you?”

“Wait till tonight and I’ll show you in a way you can’t forget.”

Izuku let out a shuddering sigh and leaned up to brush his cheek against Katsuki’s while whispering in his ear.

“Promise?”

“Fuck, Deku,” Katsuki groaned and the grip on his ass tightened. “I can’t have a boner while taking walk-ins.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” Izuku giggled and pressed a quick kiss against Katsuki’s cheek before taking a step back and out of reach.

Before Katsuki could say anything or make a move to grab him again, a sharp wolf whistle from behind him stopped him. Kirishima and Denki were howling with laughter while Sero grinned, his fingers still pressed against his lips. Jirou gave them a deadpan look before pointing to the back of the convention hall.

“Either get a room or get a grip, we still have work to do, you horny idiots.”

“Get it Bakubro!” Kirishima yelled and threw a fist up in the air while Kaminari slapped his own ass and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I will murder all of you!” Katsuki screeched out and jumped at his friends. Izuku tried to hide his crimson face behind his hand and let out a whine.

Maybe it was a good idea to go cool off somewhere else while Katsuki was working. He grabbed his back and water bottle and practically bolted from the booth. He mixed in with the stream of visitors that was trickling into the convention center and started a more thorough tour of the different booths. He wanted to get some inspiration for potential tattoos. His first instinct was of course to get an All Might inspired one, but he wasn’t sure if he could settle on a design all by himself. And the longer he looked around, the more he discovered how truly artistic tattoos could be.

He was busy musing over a particularly interesting design at another booth, green and orange, twisted together to make something beautiful when the vibration of his phone in his pocket ripped him out of his thoughts.

‘Where the fuck did you go, nerd? If you let the idiots get under your skin I’ll kill them and then you.’

Izuku chuckled.

‘You mean they’re still alive? Such restraint, Kacchan.’

‘Kacchan??? The fuck is that kiddy name?’

‘It’s payback for all the names you’re giving me.’

‘Whatever. Where did you fuck off to?’

‘Just looking around the convention to pass the time. I’m thinking of getting another tattoo and wanted to get some inspiration.’

The answer to that one was immediate.

‘If you let anyone other than me tattoo you I’m going to make you regret it.’

‘Why would I go to someone else if you’re the best?’

‘Damn straight I am.’

‘Nothing about you is straight.’

‘I see how it is. Can’t wait to be punished later, nerd?’

‘Promises, promises. Focus on your clients, Kacchan. I’ll come by later to see you again.’

‘Don’t wander too far off, I’m not spending all night searching for you.’

Izuku wasn’t sure when he had turned so bold, but he was kind of enjoying this side of him that Katsuki brought out. It had been a while since he had been with someone like this and had had so much fun.

Just as he had promised, he returned later in the day to Katsuki’s booth and watched while the other man finished up with one of his walk-in clients.

“Keep it wrapped up, use the lotion, yada, yada, yada. This isn’t your first fucking rodeo, you know the drill.”

The client nodded.

“Thanks, Bakugou. It looks awesome.”

“Whatever. Get out of here, I have places to be.”

His eyes jumped to where Izuku was standing and with a sharp jerk of his head he called him over.

“You done looking around?” he asked and Izuku nodded.

“Yeah. How long do you still have?”

“This was the last one for today. Let’s get out of here.”

“What?!” Izuku exclaimed, confused. “Don’t you need to stay longer? What about your station?!”

“In exchange for being such fuckheads earlier the idiots will clean up my mess today. So don’t worry about this Deku and let’s get the fuck out of here. I have plans for you.”

Izuku shivered again and when Katsuki held out his hand he was only too happy to take it.

Izuku thought with the way Katsuki had been looking at him they would go straight to the blond man’s apartment after leaving the convention. He was surprised when instead they stopped at a small ramen shop first.

“Order anything you want, it’s on me,” Katsuki said and pulled out his wallet. “I’m sure your nerd ass hasn’t eaten anything substantial all day except for the bento I made you.”

Izuku blushed, not wanting to admit how much Katsuki hit the nail right on the head. Instead, he chuckled and tried to push the focus away from him.

“What is this, are you trying to wine and dine me, Kacchan?” he giggled and Katsuki glared at him. He grabbed Izuku by the neck and pulled their heads together, their foreheads touching. Izuku’s eyes were wide, his entire field of vision taken up but the most stunning man he had ever seen and his heart fluttered.

“Listen here, you fucking nerd,” Katsuki said, his tone serious. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up and for that, you and I need the energy. I’m going to take you out on a real date after the convention, once I win the prize money. The date is going to be so fucking awesome you won’t know what hit you. Got it?”

Izuku’s mouth was as dry as a desert all of a sudden and he licked his lip and cleared his throat to regain his voice. Katsuki’s eyes followed the path of his tongue and Izuku swallowed heavily.

“Got it,” he answered and Katsuki gave him a satisfied grin.

“Good. Now pick some food. We have stuff to do after this.”

“… am I the stuff?”

“Precisely.”

They ordered and ate quickly while talking about surprisingly normal topics. Once again Izuku was surprised by the fact that Katsuki wasn’t hurrying to get him naked and was instead interested in genuinely getting to know him some more. It warmed his heart and made him look forward to the actual date that had been promised to him.

The heated looks Katsuki threw his way made him look forward to getting to Katsuki’s apartment though, so he hurried to finish the broth in his bowl.

The taxi ride back to Katsuki’s apartment was surprisingly quick, but Izuku most likely wouldn’t have noticed if it had taken two hours. He was too preoccupied by the gentle way Katsuki was holding his hand during the whole drive. It was such a complete difference from the first time they had gone home together that he couldn’t help but marvel at it.

Katsuki seemed to notice that something was on his mind because as soon as they were inside of his apartment he pressed Izuku against the closed door and leaned close to his ear.

“Something bothering you, Deku?” The words were whispered hotly against his ear and Izuku felt a shiver running down his spine. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I’m good with whatever.”

“Why?” Izuku asked curiously.

Katsuki pressed a kiss against Izuku’s cheek as he pulled away to look him in the eyes. One of his hands came up and brushed a curl away from Izuku’s forehead, caressing him.

“I regretted letting you walk out of my apartment for way too long and I’m not going to make the same mistake again. I want you to stay with me this time and I mean not just for the night.”

He leaned closer and delivered a bruising kiss to Izuku’s lips, one that burned him right through to his core and felt like a brand on his skin.

“So, I’m good with whatever you want to do. If you wanna fuck that’s more than fine with me, but if you just want to cuddle on the couch or whatever I’m down for that too. Just stay here with me and don’t leave again.”

Instead of answering, Izuku grabbed Katsuki’s tank top and yanked him closer again. It was the first time he initiated a kiss and he tried to pour as much of his feelings as he could into it. He wanted all of that but what he wanted most was to stay.

They separated from each other, both panting and hard in their pants. Katsuki looked at him with half-lidded, red eyes, and a lazy and self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“So, that’s a yes to fucking or…?”

“I mean, I already have your initials on my ass,” Izuku answered before kissing him again. “I wanted to stay back then too, nothing’s changed for me.”

His lips twitched up into a smirk.

“Also I want another tattoo and you said I wasn’t allowed to go to anyone else for that.”

“Fuck no,” Katsuki said and possessive hands roamed over Izuku’s body, grabbing and groping every piece of flesh they could on their way. “All of this is mine, everyone else can fuck off. Only my ink is going to go on your body.”

His lips wandered from Izuku’s mouth, over his cheek, down to his neck where he bit down. Izuku let out a guttural moan and dropped his head back until it thumped against the door.

“Kacchan,” he whined out and a thought flashed through his mind. He had to giggle and Katsuki leaned back, confusion on his face.

“What’s so funny asshole?”

“Nothing, I just remembered a tattoo I saw today.”

“Explain.”

“Some woman bit her partner and they tattooed her bite.”

“Possessive much,” Katsuki grumbled but Izuku could see the flicker of interest in his eyes. Feeling wild and a little bit unhinged, Izuku grinned.

“Wanna bite my ass?”

“Bedroom,” Katsuki said and pulled Izuku behind him. “Now.”

Izuku’s second tattoo was strangely reminiscent of his first one. Same bed, same artist, but one huge difference: This time, he was here to stay.

Now he just had to hope no one else would ever see his naked ass. The initials were already hard enough to explain, he really didn’t want to go into detail about the new set of teeth marks right next to it.

Maybe his third tattoo would be something easier to show off.

He would ask Kacchan about it during the date he was promised with all that price money his ass had won.