Bakudeku/Dekubaku Oneshots

🍋The Afterglow of Love🍋

As the last vestiges of light faded from the window, the room was left in a soft, amber glow. The air was thick with the scent of their sweat-dampened skin, their breaths heavy and labored as they lay entwined on the bed. The sheets twisted and tangled around their limbs, a testament to the frenzied passion that had consumed them only moments ago.

Izuku Midoriya couldn't help but marvel at how quickly their relationship had changed; from bitter rivals to secret lovers in the span of a single night.

He traced a finger down Katsuki's chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his pajamas. Katsuki's muscles tensed beneath his touch, and he let out a soft moan. Izuku leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the center of his chest.

"I never thought it would be like this," he murmured, feeling the words more than hearing them as they vibrated against Katsuki's skin.

Katsuki hummed, his voice rough with sleepiness. "Neither did I." He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "I guess we should try to get some sleep."

But neither of them could seem to bring themselves to move, the weight of their exhaustion not yet enough to overcome the lingering desire that still coursed through their veins. They lay there, entangled in the sheets and each other's limbs, as the silence between them stretched into eternity.

Finally, Izuku found the courage to break it.

"Katsuki?" he whispered. "I'm sorry if I... you know, if I pushed you too far or anything."

There was a long pause before Katsuki answered, his voice barely audible.

"No, it's fine. I liked it. I liked it a lot."

A shiver ran down Izuku's spine at the admission. He traced a circle around Katsuki's navel, feeling the ridges of his abdominal muscles beneath his fingertips.

"You sure?" he asked, his voice almost too quiet to hear.

Katsuki's breath hitched, and he arched into the touch. "Yeah," he said, his voice stronger now. "I'm sure."

They lay there in companionable silence for a few more moments, lost in the comfortable familiarity of each other's presence. The room seemed to grow warmer as the air conditioning struggled to keep up with the heat that radiated off their bodies. Izuku couldn't help but wonder how long it would be before they could find the courage to tell anyone about what had happened between them.

He glanced sideways at Katsuki, taking in the other boy's profile. Even in the dim light, he could see the outline of Katsuki's strong jaw, the defined muscles in his shoulders, and the way his hair stuck up in every direction.

A pang of desire stirred within him, and he felt himself growing hard again.

"You know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "we don't have to sleep right away." There was a flicker of something in Katsuki's eyes, and Izuku felt a thrill of anticipation race through him. "We could... you know, just talk or something."

Katsuki turned his head to look at him, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a small smile. "Talk?" he repeated, his voice teasing. "You sure you just want to talk?"

Izuku smiled back, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Yeah," he said. "I'm sure."

They lay there in silence for a moment, the air between them charged with an almost palpable energy. Katsuki reached up, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Izuku's cheek. Izuku closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of Katsuki's touch.

"You know," Katsuki said, his voice soft and hesitant, "I've always wondered... why you didn't tell anyone about your quirk. Why you hid it all those years."