Out In The Open (DekuKatsu)

Out in the Open

This was supposed to be angst with choking and blood then it turned into a little SMUT fic. I'm sorry. I just made this because it was on my mind then as I was writing it, it turned into (porn) with angst! There's something really wrong with me.

Almost 3k fic so it's hard work and I'll be sad not publishing it.

Okay, first time making something with sex scenes. Any kind really. After you read this, it'll be clear that I have no experience on it. Smut fics, of course.

So if you don't like it, don't read it. If you do like it and this is your thing, I'll be adding some NSFW KatsuDeku pics at the bottom 😆😄 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

I was supposed to be dissecting Katsuki's and Izuku's complicated emotions and feelings for each other. Izuku mostly since its in his perspective. It's actually inspired by a different I read recently.

So good luck!

LET US SAY ILL WRITE OR ATTEMPT TO WRITE NSFW TWICE A YEAR!

...............

I feel your cold sweat on my palms when I wrapped my hands around your pale skinned throat. I felt your pulse pumping so fast against my grip like your running a marathon but you were just on the floor of my room, under me.

"De...Deku..."

Your voice quivered. I never heard you say my name like that.

It was exhilarating yet it made me so angry at the same time. I felt my own body tensing up on top of you. My heart was beating too fast and my body felt on fire. I let out a shaky breath. Is this how you felt whenever you talked down at me every chance you get? How you told me that I'll never be a hero? That I was just a quirkless loser on your path? Now I know why. This felt amazing, having so much power over you.

But why do I still feel unsatisfied?!

I see you open your eyes, stained by tears. Those red eyes still have so much fire in them as you glared at me with all your might. Those eyes that bore such hate and intensity that I shouldn't deserve, those eyes that see me as an extra...a small pebble in his life.

"Ka...cchan..." I was breathing too fast, too loud. I don't know why I'm doing this. I don't know why Kacchan is even here in my room but I wanted it to end. This suffering.

I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU SO MUCH.

"De...ku..." I hear Kacchan again, wheezing my name. I feel you tense and shake under me as I pinned you down by your neck and waist. I don't remember why you're even here. Why why why? Why are you here?

No. I remember. I invited you to my room. No. I pulled you in. I demanded.

Why? Why?

"I...Izuku, s-stop..." Kacchan sounds tired. Weak. Why?

What am I doing? What am I doing? I was just so nervous when Kacchan entered my room. Then I saw those red eyes again. Then all I saw was red.

"Izu...ku..." He calls my name again. He's calling me. Kacchan is calling me.

Then I finally saw my own hands tight on his throat. I'm choking him. I'm choking him. I'm killing him!

I let go.

I hear you cough and wheeze for air yet still lied down on the floor under me. They were dark marks on your throat and I was the cause of it.

I hurt him. I hurt him. Why did I fucking hurt him?

I bowed my head on his chest as big fat tears fell on my cheeks, staining your black tank top. "I'm sorry... Kacchan...I'm sorry..."

I looked up to see you hiding behind your arms, covering those red eyes. And I felt myself relax. This feeling in the pit of my stomach, the one that wants to explode and lash out to you...slowly dissipates. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way?