Nothing More \ A BakuDeku Story

EIGHT

"O-Oh, Fuck." Izuku moaned one last time, stopping his movements completely. He looked down to Katsuki, who seemed quite dazed and mesmerized by the view. A shy smile was planted on his face, soft yet tired eyes examining the boy. Izuku placed his hands on Bakugou's chest, feeling his fast heartbeat. This was the first time he had ever ridden a man during sex. He'd usually do it from behind, with his other sex partners. But with Katsuki, there wasn't a position the greenette could refuse. 

"You're really good at this." Bakugou complimented for the millionth time. Izuku threw his head back in a laugh, letting himself rest against the broad blonde's chest. 

"Thanks." He giggled, sighing in relief. He closed his eyes with a soft smile, fingers tracing different shapes around Bakugou's nipple. After having told the blonde about the molestations he went through, from six to nine years old, the blonde began acting strangely. He found himself sleeping with Bakugou every night and hadn't seen any of his other sex partners in the past two weeks. He had cut down on shifts at the bar he worked at and began focusing on his studies more.

All that, and the two were nothing but sex partners. Nothing more. 

Sure, Katsuki wanted to call themselves a couple, but Izuku refused to talk about relationships whatsoever which led the blonde to think Midoriya was hiding something else. But he didn't want to push it, so he didn't ask. But for the past few days, Katsuki's heart had been aching. He and Izuku had become close to being a real couple, and he wanted to know why they couldn't make it official. He wanted to, so badly. But the greenette kept pushing him away and broke his heart every time he did. 

"Izuku? Can we talk about something? I don't want you to dodge the topic, either." Katsuki spoke, determined. He tried to hide a nervous blush from his face, but he failed once the greenette looked up to him, confused. 

"What is it?" Midoriya asked, tilting his head to the side. Katsuki cleared his throat a bit, looking away. Izuku's gaze was very intense, making it hard for the two to make eye contact during their conversation. 

"Why don't you want to date me?" Bakugou asked, struggling to focus on wide green orbs. He watched as the small male frowned, looking away before sitting up in bed. 

"I don't want to talk about it." The twenty-five-year-old mumbled, once again causing a tug to the blonde's heart. Bakugou clenched his fists, wanting to cry. He sat up as well, unsure what to respond. 

"But I do! I want to talk about it! We've been doing this for over a month, and I'm getting sick and tired of it! I don't want to be someone's random hookup. I want a relationship with you, Izuku! Can't you see that? Can't you see how much I love you?" The blonde whined, hiding multiple emotions. He noticed the sudden change in the smaller male's aura, a dark space seemingly forming around him. His face twisted with a mix of disgust and annoyance. 

"I said, I don't want to talk about it. Plus, you're the one who said you wanted to be my sex partner. Stop whining." Midoriya spat, pulling on some underwear. Katsuki's heart ached again, this time a bit more. A lump in his throat formed, a sudden urge to cry overtaking him. 

"Shut up! I want to know! You barely ever talk about anything! I'm always the one to start conversations. You've only ever told me about your sex habits, your molestations and your job! I want to know more! Like, if you've had past relationships. About your family. Your friends. Your childhood, schools, favorite things and why you're so afraid to commit to a relationship. You could make an effort, y'know? I'm trying my best to make things work between us but you're doing nothing!" Katsuki argued, sudden tears pricking in his eyes. He hated talking about his feelings like this.