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Izuku bounds up to Denki, notebook clutched in one arm and pencil in hand. Denki, for his part, has been trying to make it seem like he wasn't eating Izuku up with his eyes. The table around Denki goes silent at Izuku's arrival, though.
"What the fuck do you want, nerd?"
Izuku ignores Bakugo, keeping his gaze on Denki, who tries not to squirm, "hi Denki! I was wondering if your offer to tutor me in English was still up."
Denki honestly forgot he even said that, was he serious or flirting he can't remember, but with the way Izuku looks– "o-oh, yeah I can still do it!"
Izuku's eyes sparkle as he leans in slightly, making Denki's mouth dry up suddenly. Has he always smelled this good? "We can study in my room. How about in, mm, 30 minutes?"
The blond tries to get his mouth to work but his brain kinda feels fuzzy at having Izuku closer than usual. Is that strawberry? He nods instead, cheeks turning pink.
"Great! see you later~" and he's off and Denki can breathe again
"Holy shit."
Denki whips his head around to find his friends staring at him with varying degrees of shock. "Oh my god I forgot y'all were there."
Mina leans forward, much like she does when she's gossiping, elbow on table, head in palm. Suddenly Denki feels like he should come up with an excuse to leave early.
"So tutoring?" she grins at him like she knows something he doesn't and probably she does.
"Uh- uhm well you see..." He gets up and hauls ass out of the common room not bothering to listen to the yells behind him.
"I don't get it," Bakugo grumbles, "Deku is fucking fluent in English, he doesn't need tutoring."
"well Kamibro's fluent too, maybe they're just having conversations in English?" Kirishima asks in the middle of munching on some chips
Mina makes a disgusted face his way then shakes her head, "I don't think they're gonna study."
Sero slams his hand down on the table excitedly, "I was thinking the same thing!"
Bakugo blinks blankly for a moment before he gets angry, "NO! ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY NOT! ARE YOU-" he grits his teeth before harshly whispering, "are you fucking suggesting that they're gonna-"
"Yes!" Mina cuts him off giggling.
"Yeah, that's what we're saying." Sero nods.
"Deku?" he scoffs, "No, I can't see it, he's-"
"Hot?" Kirishima interrupts and Katsuki looks at him with a sort of betrayed look, "I'm just saying! Plus haven't you heard the rumors?"
"Tch rumors are stupid, I don't have to listen to them."
Sero looks like he's had an epiphany, "Man, that explains so much."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"Nothing! Just-" Sero cuts himself off then smirks, "Honestly I'd rather you find out yourself."
"Oh i like the way you think!" Mina yells pointing at Sero.
Kirishima laughs, "Do you think he'll even be assed to find out?"
Bakugo narrows his eyes at them, "I'll fucking find out what I need to find out and I don't need you extras helping me!"
Mina narrows her eyes back at him, unflinching, "Fine! 5,000 yen if you find out and want in."
"Oh!" Kirishima raises his hand as if they're in class, "3,000 that he finds out and tries to beat everyone up!"
"I don't know," Sero says, lazily fiddling with the edge of his book, "6,000 that he doesn't find out."
"Fuck you guys!" Bakugo huffs and stomps away.
Denki's breath wooshes out of him as he's pushed up against the wall, next to him something falls but the mouth at his neck makes it obvious Izuku doesn't really care.
"A-ah shit!"
Izuku tightens his grip on Denki's waist and presses his body against his, their hips flushed together. Denki tugs at Izuku's shirt urgently.
"-want, bed," he gasps out as Izuku bites down, harder than what he'd expect but fuck if it doesn't feel really good, "C'mon, c'mon, need you to fuck me."
"Yeah," Izuku pulls away to look at Denki and suddenly loses all train of thought, "Oh, you're really pretty," He all but breathes out then looks sort of embarrassed as if he didn't mean to say that out loud.
Denki feels his face flame up at the compliment, "T-thank you, uh... No one's ever called me pretty before."
Izuku frowns and starts walking them over to his bed, "That's a shame cause you are very pretty."
"Yeah?" Denki giggles, "How pretty?"
Something in Izuku’s eyes darken, making him shiver in anticipation of what's to come.
"I'll show you how pretty I think you are."
Denki lands on the bed with a soft 'oof' and watches as Izuku settles himself in between his legs. He places his hands on Denki's waist pulling him closer. If he makes a sound, Izuku doesn't mention it.
"How far are you willing to go?" Izuku asks as if Denki didn't just ask him to fuck him.
"Want you to fuck me, 'Zuku."
Izuku smiles a little and leans in so close that their lips barely brush together, "Yeah, want me to fuck you good, huh?"
Denki's breaths come out in soft pants against his lips, "Yes, please."
"Oh, you're so polite," his voice drops to a murmur, "Can't refuse against that."
Izuku's tongue lightly pokes at Denki's bottom lip teasingly before Izuku fully leans in to kiss him. All Denki can think is, 'why haven't I been kissing him this entire time?'
The hands at his waist move so they're sliding under his shirt and Denki's entire body gets goosebumps. Izuku keeps his touch feather light and it makes Denki whine and Izuku chuckle.
"Be patient."
"Touch me." Denki whines
Izuku starts kissing his jaw as his hands make their way to Denki's chest, "I am touching you, baby."
Denki's breath stutters, "C-call me that again."
Izuku pulls away raising an eyebrow, he looks Denki in the eyes like he's looking for something, then, "Baby."
Denki gasps, his hips buck up and Izuku, he looks overjoyed.
"My pretty baby," he mumbles and oh, doesn't that do something for Denki. He suddenly feels that he needs to get wrecked very urgently. His breathing picks up and he moves his hips again.
"Please, fuck me, please, I need-!"
Izuku says, "Yeah, I got you, baby." But doesn't start undressing, instead he moves back in to lick and bite at his neck. His fingers start messing with his nipples and really, Denki never thought he’d be sensitive there but with the way Izuku pinches and pulls and twists them, the way his body reacts gasping, moaning, grinding? yeah, he's sensitive and so fucking into it.
They separate briefly to get Denki's shirt out of the way and as soon as it's off, Izuku's mouth is back on him, this time on his nipple. His tongue presses and swirls around the nub as his hand teases the other. Denki vaguely wonders when he'll get fucked but then Izuku bites and all thoughts fly out as he cries out.
"Ah fuck!"
Izuku's tongue laps at the bite before he moves on to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
Denki isn't aware of how loud he's being until Izuku mumbles something about a gag in the future and that tips him over, his orgasm washing over him with a gasp.
Then immediately wants to apologize, slightly embarrassed that he came so fast. And they didn't even get far.
"Fuck," Izuku breathes out, "That was really hot."
"Sor-" Denki blinks and tries to process the words, "Wait, what?"
Izuku hums, running his fingers lightly over Denki's body, "How many times can you come, baby?"
Denki stares at Izuku open-mouthed. He thought that Izuku would get disappointed and they wouldn't be able to keep going, but this? Oh, he loves this.
"Baby?"
"Oh! um," he pauses, " I don't know really, I've never tried to go more than once."
Izuku nods, making up his mind, "I'm gonna make you cum as many times as I can." He tilts his head drinking in how Denki looks, absolutely beautiful laid on his bed. "Is that okay with you, pretty?"
Denki nods, trying to swallow through the dryness of his mouth, "Yes, yes please."