Married?

A/N Happy Valentine's Day everyone! 💖 

"And who can tell me what caused World War VI?" Aizawa Sensei asked, sounding just as bored as any other day, or should I say tired, but I quickly raised my hand anyway and answered. I finally got one correct! I could hear Kacchan grumbling about me getting far too excited over something so simple but otherwise that was it.

It's been nice, Kacchan still gets irritated by me a lot but he invites me to play video games on Fridays or if he goes out with his friends instead I'm usually invited and on Saturdays we will work out together regardless of if All Might is around or not. It's nice.

Images of last week pass through my mind and I can't help looking down at my notebook again. Aunty was in a car accident last month, right after Kacchan started including me in his life again, she is fine but now he goes home every Wednesday to check on her and Uncle and cook a couple meals for them. Aunty will be on crutches for the rest of her life, so she doesn't like cooking like she used to. Not that she ever really cooked before, Uncle did but she loved to stand by and watch him. I went with Kacchan one week and I saw how Uncle couldn't even bring himself to walk into the kitchen. Aunty usually heats up their food and brings it to him or he will order take out. I don't understand.

Last week though Kacchan was standing at the stove and cooking a regular spicy curry, and when I asked if I could help with anything he didn't get mad, he didn't yell at me or make fun of me, any of those would have been preferable. No, he started crying. He didn't stop what he was doing as his tears silently trailed down his cheek, he just kept cooking. So I stood next to him and watched in silence, not knowing what to do but knowing that I needed to be there.

Yesterday he asked if I was planning on coming today and it felt more like he was asking me to come than asking if I was planning to.

Class went on like normal and right before the lunch bell rang Kacchan fell out of his chair cursing loudly. Huh, he has been so quiet since the accident. Did he hurt himself?

Wait, when did he get so big?

"Why in the fuck am I back in highschool? I was in the Bahamas! My honeymoon will be fucking over by the time that I-," Kacchan was ranting but I'm not the only one staring.

"Kacchan? Why are you only wrapped in a sheet?" I asked quickly, taking off my jacket to try and cover him, actually it looks like he could wear it, I mean his shoulders could usually fit but he normally needs his waist cinched. That is not the case right now. So thick and-.

He grabbed the jacket and laid it across his lap, pulling the sheet up to cover something dark on the side of his neck. Did he get another scar there?

"I was on my fucking honeymoon, take a fucking guess why I'm only wrapped up in a fucking sheet!" He ground out through his teeth.

"Someone actually agreed to marry you?" Uraraka asked without any hesitation at all and I frowned in her direction. Why would someone say no to Kacchan? Ever?

Before I could say anything though, Kacchan snapped about her being "a closeted bitch that no one wants!"

"What does that mean?" I asked, frowning while my mind raced to figure it out. What would Uraraka have to do with a closet except putting her clothes away in one?

"Bro, please don't think about it. Ever," Kirishima sighed but that only made me more curious. Kirishima already knows? Then why don't I? I look around to see Kaminari shaking his head in much the same way as Kirishima and Sero was covering his red face. They all know?

"Ponytail, make me some clothes would ya? It's fucking cold in here. What year is it? Obviously none of you are supposed to be here in my timeline," Kacchan groaned and he awkwardly moved to the back of the room before glaring at everyone until they turned towards the front, including me.

"So where are you all with the league of villains? Are they still villains or..?"

"They aren't always villains?" I asked him excitedly, spinning around in my chair only to blush at the sight of all the hickeys on the back of his shoulders. The bedsheet was tied around his waist and even Momo was blushing while she was quickly taking measurements.

"Don't fucking look at me, pervert!" He snapped and I spun around while trying to defend myself but it was very weak and it wasn't very confident. Kacchan did say he was on his honeymoon, I should have known he would... but I mean who? Who is so lucky to- no I can't think about that!

"What year is this? How old are you brats?" I could easily hear how much he was seething but I didn't turn around again. I don't want to die. I did however answer about the date and I told him about Aunty's accident last month.

"That answers several things, so most of the class is 18 already? Still November fucking sucked that year. My hag was far from the only one in an accident but most of the shit should be over by now," he groaned before walking back in front of me, now wearing a simple black T-shirt and dark jeans, the hickeys on his neck were visible if only a little bit and I tried very hard not to look at them.

"When in the fuck did you get so fucking perverted? We aren't friends yet are we? I don't remember you ever stealing looks at me before," Kacchan smirked at me and my face was so hot I could actually die from embarrassment.

"I didn't know you were, I didn't mean to!" I changed what I was going to say half way through because there isn't a good ending for that. Not with our class.

"Bakugo, what were you doing to show up in that condition?" Aizawa Sensei asked and I swear he is smiling at the fact that I am being tortured right now but I'm sure that's all in my head. It has to be.

"Two days after my wedding? I was waking my lover up the fun way," he grinned before shrugging and sitting in the chair in front of me.

"Oi Deku, is my dad still not stepping foot in the kitchen?"

"No, he isn't," I answered and he nodded before standing up and stretching. "Peace, I'm out," he gave a short wave before Aizawa Sensei grabbed him with his capture scarf and he looked back at him bored.

"Eraserhead, I'm not an 18 year old punk you can keep in a chair. I'm a grown ass man and sure I might be a lot more tame than back when I was in your class but I can also blow up half a city block without getting tired," he glared before letting out a small sigh. "If you're that worried about it then you can send Deku with me. I'm just going to my parent's house."

He turned his attention back to me and asked in a such a serious voice that I held my breath. "Do you know why Dad can't bear to go into the kitchen? Have I told you yet?" I shook my head no but I could feel my heart dropping to my stomach at all the possible answers. All the assumptions I've made since Aunty came home from the hospital.

"They rushed Mom into surgery after the accident, there was so much chaos from all the victims that someone, probably one of the nurses, forgot to escort Dad to the waiting room. They didn't just amputate one of her legs. They had to completely dissect her abdomen before they could even try to put her back together again. It took thirty doctors with specialized quirks before they were done, thirteen hours and a half hours and Dad saw it all. He flinches at the sight of a knife. I think I can cook a couple extra meals for them," he shrugged when Sensei slowly put him down. I didn't miss the look of horror on his face but I also couldn't look away from Kacchan and his sharp red eyes. I also know that Sensei and I knew something that the rest of the class didn't. The fact that Kacchan was with Uncle the whole time at the hospital.

I didn't even grab my books, I stood up and followed him out the door.

***

I can't believe I just left class like that! Thankfully Todoroki texted that he grabbed my things and he also said that Kirishima had gotten Kacchan's. He also told me how Iida and Momo were in charge of taking notes for us for the rest of the day. I guess I'm not in trouble at least? Maybe.

I looked at Kacchan, standing calmly while holding one of the handholds of the bus we were riding. Didn't he say that he just got married? How is it fair that not only did he get ripped away from his honeymoon but he was dumped in this kind of situation? It's just not.

He looked up to see me staring but he didn't get angry and instead he winked at me with a smirk that made my heart skip a beat. I guess it makes sense for him to be so calm though. He is so much older now and for him this happened years ago. That must be why he seemed so relaxed now. Still the fact that he was taking Uncle and Aunty's current health seriously only proved how much he truly loves them, bad attitude or not.

When we had first gotten to the bus stop he had reached for his pocket, probably for his wallet only to curse under his breath again when he realized he didn't have it and I quickly paid the bus fare for both of us before he could get angry and that's how we are where we are now. Two stops away he was studying me as if he hasn't seen me in a long, long time. So is all the progress we've made over the past three years useless? Do we not stay in touch at all? I want to ask but the bus is already slowing down and Kacchan has turned his attention to the exit.

Do we not talk in the future? My questions are killing me but the moment that I see Kacchan's house my mind circles back to why we are here in the first place. Uncle. Is he really having a hard time coping?

"Izu, be prepared, Dad won't be able to look at me either," Kacchan whispered, almost under his breath before he knocked on the door and tried the handle. The door was unlocked. "I'm home," he called out, taking off his shoes while I called out my greeting and did the same. Kacchan's words explained last week so very well, how Uncle only seemed to focus on me but at the same time he couldn't let Aunty go either. Even when he couldn't look at them they both stayed close anyway. He needed them, still does.

"Is everything alright? The school didn't call about you being released early today," Aunty called out before rolling into the room in her wheelchair. She must have been relaxing.

"Well sort of? First off, I'm 24, not 18. I was in a quirk accident while on patrol last week and it seems to have had a delayed effect," he rubbed the back of his neck but shrugged soon after. "Deku is here to make sure I don't fuck up the timeline too much though, or rather that I'm actually your son and not someone else. I've already gone through highschool once, I don't need to do it again." I just let out a sigh but nodded with his words. Aunty was excited and immediately started asking about the future.

"So when are you going to give me grandbabies you brat?" She laughed and this time he let out a tired sigh.

"With any luck in about 9 to 10 months. I was on my honeymoon before this. It's only been two days and I have half a mind to kidnap my hubby to spend some time with him," he grumbled something under his breath before sighing again. "Hungry Mom? I feel like spicy curry, maybe some katsudon, maybe spicy katsudon?" I couldn't help perking up at my favorite food being mentioned and I could see Aunty smiling as if she knew a secret that I didn't.

"Your room is still soundproof. I don't mind meeting my son-in-law a little early," she winked and I couldn't help my heart sinking all over again. Right, Kacchan is already married. Apparently to a man at that, maybe if I didn't take so long to confess I might have actually had a chance but now it's too late. I can't break up his new marriage. That would be cruel. Or is that why we won't talk in the future? The way Kacchan had been studying me on the bus ride here plagued my mind all over again. It was as if he hadn't seen me in years.

"Izuku?" Uncle called out and I looked up and smiled, he looked so relieved to see me but at the same time he wasn't looking at either Aunty or Kacchan, his hand however was firmly on Aunty's shoulder though.

"Hello Uncle, sorry for showing up unannounced," I dipped my head but he quickly stopped me.

"You will always be welcome here, my boy," I froze at those words. Usually only All Might calls me that. Why would Uncle? I smiled back at him anyway and I could hear Kacchan and Aunty chatting away like nothing was going on before Uncle led me into the living room while pushing Aunty, Kacchan following.

"So does my son-in-law like spicy foods too?" She asked and I saw her looking at me with a sad smile before looking back at Kacchan. Aunty already knows I'm in love with him so I understand why she would feel awkward about asking in front of me but I also couldn't help listening for the answer.

"Depends, honestly sometimes he likes it even more spicy than I do but there are some foods that he refuses. Somehow it's supposed to be better as savory or something," Kacchan chatted away as if he couldn't be happier but then again he is talking about his new husband. I would be more worried if he wasn't at least this happy.

"So what were you doing before you were sent here?" Aunty asked as if it were only the most natural question in the world.

"I was getting laid," he groaned and I couldn't help doing a double take at that answer. "I had woken him up with a blow job and in return he had tossed me onto my back and he had me seeing stars," he let out a small sigh before frowning. "And then I blinked and I'm sitting in class wrapped up in our bedsheets just to fall out of the chair, I wanted to fucking scream. I was so fucking close, it's not fair." Why is he being so open about all of this? Right now? In front of me? I want to crawl in a hole and just die. How is he this comfortable talking to Aunty about his sex life? Just how?

"Don't expect the younger me to be a virgin when he gets back. My husband was so far gone I would be surprised if he noticed I was switched out before he passed out again," Kacchan pouted but that was followed by a smirk. "He's in amazing hands though," he cackled and I swear he sounded freaking evil but he looks like he is in complete bliss just thinking about it but jealous too.

My head hurts.

"Right, dinner," Kacchan announced when my stomach growled, reminding me that we left before the lunch bell. How long has it been since we left school?

"So are you going to bring him home later? Or are you going to keep him all to yourself?" Aunty asked, teasing him. I can't even be mad at her for being excited, Kacchan's happiness is just contagious. How open he is, is off putting but then again I should have probably expected it, Aunty isn't exactly secretive either and judging from her questions so far it only proves that thought all on its own.

"Hmmm, I'll share after my honeymoon. You can just wait until then," he shrugged before walking into the kitchen and I couldn't help following him, Aunty giggling like mad from her wheelchair next to Uncle who was grinning too. I don't think I've seen either of them smile since the accident. It's so nice.

I watched as he hummed to himself while he prepared the food; watching how he washed the food before peeling, slicing and then dicing the vegetables was just nice and by the time he had the stove going I was startled when Mom put her hand on my shoulder.

"Mom?" I was going to ask if everything was okay but she just shook her head smiling before she nudged me closer to Kacchan.

He looked up to see me and I swear his eyes sparkled, he was just so happy. Who is it? Who made Kacchan so happy that even when they weren't around he couldn't help humming to himself and almost dancing in the kitchen while he cooked.

"Here, I'll teach you how to cook the rice properly," he chuckled, teasing me when he saw me freeze up. He knew I was in here the whole time, offering me things to nibble on while he worked so he certainly wasn't surprised to see me.

I let him pull me in front of him and he wrapped his arms around me, controlling how I could move. I feel stiff and unsure of what I should be doing but Kacchan giggled in my ear at small mistakes instead of blowing up and getting mad. Really nice.

I could feel myself starting to relax and I was making fewer mistakes when he whispered in my ear that it was time to plate the food. It was like a chill had spread through me only to blanket me in a cozy warmth, making each of my nerve endings stand on end but then he let me go far too soon. I must have been audible in my disappointment because he came back, chuckling in my ear.

"Stay the night? It's been too long," he asked me, his voice low and suddenly I wished that we were younger just so that we can start all over again.

"But your husband-," I argued weakly, the truth is I want to stay. I know I'm being obvious about it. I know that it's wrong to want to be near him like this but my heart is pounding so hard on my chest that I can't think properly.

"It's alright, he understands," he chuckled a little before he gave me a small hug. I froze. Kacchan is hugging me? "Stay?" He asked again and this time I couldn't trust my voice at all so I just nodded weakly. He gave me another hug before letting me go and calling out that dinner was ready. He carried out three plates without any issues before asking me to grab our parents' drinks and I jumped realizing that I was making Kacchan do everything.

Mom was laughing away chatting happily when I walked in with the juice and I couldn't help smiling as I brought them their drinks. Now that I think about it, it's been a long time since I've seen her smile too but I guess that makes sense. Aunty is her best friend.

"Here, you need to eat more than a few nibbles," Kacchan came back with plates for both of us. He really is like the sun. So bright, so inspiring, so amazing.

But that also means that everyone wants him. Anyone would be lucky to stand by his side for even a moment but there is actually someone that he wants to keep by his side for the rest of his life.

And it's not me.

I'm sorry, whoever you are. I'm sorry. I can't stay away. I can't walk away. Kacchan is the sun and I'm just a moth, I can't help it, I need to get closer. I want to cry. This is wrong. I shouldn't feel this way! Kacchan is happy, so that's all I should need. It's all I should want. It's not fair to him or his husband for me to want more.

"Deku, you're looking a little out of it. You should lay down," Kacchan had a hand on my forehead and I know that I have to be blushing like mad but I still can't pull away. Not from Kacchan.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, I know he doesn't understand what I'm apologizing for but still I can't help it.

"Finish your food quickly, your juice too then we can lay you down," he gave me a soft smile. I'm a villain. I'm a monster. I'm so very sorry. Why can't I look away?

I nodded slowly and I could see how our parents exchanged looks when Kacchan wasn't looking. They know. They know and they are staying quiet. They know I'm in love with him and they know he is married but none of them said anything against me spending the night. I'm grateful but is that really the right thing to do? Then again, it's not like I would actually try to take Kacchan away from his husband. He is so happy, I could never do that. In the end, I'm just torturing myself.

"Oh I know, is it because you're curious about the future?" My head snapped up at his question and he laughed so happily that I felt guilty all over again. "Don't worry, I hear your husband is a pain in the ass but just tell me if he ever crosses the line. I'll put him in his place," he couldn't stop laughing but my heart only squeezed more. I'm married in the future? Before Kacchan? Then I really have no room to be so jealous but I can't help it.

"Who?" I asked, barely audible but Kacchan was laughing too hard to hear me. Who in the world could I have ever picked over Kacchan? No, it can't be true but the way Kacchan smiled told me everything I needed to know. He isn't lying.

Mom went home after asking me to stay home with Kacchan tomorrow from school. I guess it makes sense and Sensei actually seemed relieved when I called him about the fact that our parents wanted us to stay together until the younger Kacchan was back. So now I'm scheduled to stay home with him again tomorrow while our parents go to work like normal.

"Come on Deku, looks like you've had a long day," he grabbed my hand and started pulling me up the stairs towards his room. Right, I'm spending the night. Actually, does he have a futon here anymore? I thought he took it to the dorms because Kirishima kept crashing in his room. I heard the door's lock click into place but I didn't think too much about it, after all Kacchan hates when people just walk into his room.

"You know Izu," another chill ran through me as I pulled off my shirt. That's the second time he's called me that instead of Deku and I really like it. "I've been really good all day. Even though I was brought here while I was in the middle of something so very intimate and personal, I haven't lost my temper once. Have I?" He asked, his voice soft and when I looked at him I saw him taking his shirt off, revealing all those marks from this morning.

Right, the fact that he hasn't even come close to losing his temper once has been baffling but it is the truth so I nod in agreement while trying to ignore how red my face felt.

"Have you started rewarding me in this timeline yet?" He asked, stepping closer and I'm so confused that I just looked up at him again and he chuckled at my reaction. "I'll take that as a no then. Then could I ask if you've figured out who I'm married to yet?" He asked while reaching up to play with a curl of my hair.

Wait, when did he give me hints as to who he married? I don't really remember him talking about him except about how much he was obviously happy with him.

I shook my head no and his smile grew. "Somehow I knew you wouldn't. Would you like me to tell you or would you rather me give a few more hints?" Now he is standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders, lightly rubbing his thumbs in the spot that always hurts the most. I let out a small whine, enjoying the feel of the tension just melting away. It took far too long for me to realize that Kacchan was still waiting on an answer though.

"Do you want to tell me?" I asked in a squeak like a whisper. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that it's really hard to focus on any one thing. I looked back into his brilliant red eyes, the corners softened now that he was relaxed and comfortable. The way his hair lay now that it has been messed up from his shirt being pulled off and then there was the way he smirked at me, like he had the most beautiful secret in the world.

"I'd rather show you. Can I?" He asked in a whisper by my ear. His hands moved down and the one on my right shoulder hit the spot that hurt the most right below the shoulder blade. I let out a low yelp only to moan at the end when he applied more pressure. "Can I?" He whispered his question again but I could only nod, not really understanding what it was that he was asking.

I looked back into his eyes and he pulled me closer, his hands magic on my torn and beaten muscles. His lips kissed my neck and I froze. He didn't stop though, his light kisses trailed up my neck until he was nibbling on my earlobe.

"You," he whispered in my ear before licking up along the shell. "I've been so very good," he reminded me and I felt him pull me back against him and the fact that we were still wearing our boxers was only noticed now that the rest of our clothes were gone and then I was dearly wishing that even this small fabric would vanish.

"It's still our honeymoon, even if I am back in the past now. Let me enjoy myself a little. Please? I'll make sure you feel good too," he promised, the way his fingers teased at my sides letting me know just how much he was holding back.

"Yes," the word was such a surprise to hear even if it did come out of my mouth. I turned to face him though, disregarding all the what ifs spiraling through my mind. I just want this to be real. Can I just let this dream be real? Please?

"I love you," he whispered, breaking any chance of me changing my mind before he pulled me in for a kiss. Sweet, I could still taste the spicy zing of the peppers from dinner but the toothpaste we used helped dull that down so I could just focus on his taste. He is sweet. Sweet like autumn with the crisp accent of apples in the air with the bite of the cold. Sweet like caramel drizzled just lightly to mix with the tang of the fruit.

He pulled away leaving me to lick the lips he left behind and when I opened my eyes again to see he was watching me carefully.

"Is it alright to keep going?" He asked but the words don't want to sit in my ears right. I mean, do we have to stop? "Izu, you're quiet. Did I do something wrong?" He asked but I just looked up from his delectable lips to his beautiful eyes. Something inside of me swelled but I don't have a name for it. What do I call this feeling? His eyes searched me when I still didn't answer but that's okay. He can have all of me.

I reached up and he flinched at the movement but relaxed the moment that he saw I was reaching for him. I pulled him in and kissed him again.

More. I want more. I spent most of the day thinking I had lost him forever. How could a single kiss make up for that? How could one kiss make up for all the heartache of watching him be in complete bliss without me ever be enough? It can't thats how.

I heard him yelp when he dropped onto the mattress but I still didn't stop. Dropping the last of my clothes I nearly ripped his off just to get distracted by his smooth, toned legs.

Wait, he married me? Then that means he is all mine doesn't it? Does that mean I can do anything that I want at all?

"Kacchan, I want something unreasonable," I whispered in the otherwise silent room. I saw how he looked up at me, excited, ready, willing. I don't want to stop, I don't want to hold back.

"I'm all yours. Do it all, anything. I want it all," I swear the way his eyes lit up made that something swell even more inside of me.

"Even if I want it to last all night?" I asked, my fingers lightly grazing his leg as I trailed them up his leg.

"Ah, you want to torture me? That's okay. Oh, our safe word is cherry, so do anything at all to me. I'll let you know if you go too far. I doubt it though," he grinned. We have a safe word? Does that mean that I tie him up and things like that?

"Torture? Do I do that to you a lot?" I asked instead, letting my fingers draw a path for my kisses on his thighs. I could see him flex his muscles and as much as I want him to scream for me I don't really know what I should do next. So many ideas, so many desires. Am I really allowed?

"Only when you're really excited. I love it though," he chuckled and I looked back up at him again. He is blushing a light pink but it's true that he still looks excited, his smile is wide now as if he really couldn't wait.

And now I want to make him wait. What is actually wrong with me? No, I can't, I'll end up hurting him. But the thought of him looking up at me like that, begging for more was attacking my conscience.

"Hey Izu, it's okay. Take a deep breath, that's it," Kacchan whispered, when did he sit up? When did he pull me into his arms? He wiped at my cheek and I finally realized that I'm crying. Why in the hell am I crying? He is offering me everything I have ever wanted and I am crying? Why?

"It's okay, you're just a little overwhelmed. Sorry, that's my fault," why is Kacchan apologizing? He didn't do anything wrong though! He started to laugh and now I'm even more confused. "It's alright, it's just you really do wear your thoughts on your face. Even if you don't mumble it's like I can hear your thoughts," he smiled and crap. Does he know that I want to see him like, well like THAT? Thoughts of him begging for more while blushing, dazed maybe more, looking up from under me. No, I need to stop thinking about that! I'm already so hard I might explode!

"Here let me help ease you into it. You can take over when you're ready," he suggested and I couldn't help nodding in agreement. He carefully laid me down sprinkling kisses on my sensitive skin until I stopped flinching at the contact.

"There you go, you're already doing a lot better," he grinned before making his way down, not waiting for a response. His soft, strong hands felt smooth along my skin, gently caressing me while he focused on how he loved me.

I moaned when he sucked a little harder, wincing a little but when I opened my eyes I saw Kacchan eyes sparkling as he did it again. I could vaguely make out the red colouring he left on the skin of my thigh but the way he kissed and carefully bit into my other thigh wiped away my thoughts.

"Ah~," I moaned out, the sound wasn't very loud but the way Kacchan's face lit up told me that he liked it. I guess I don't need to try and stay quiet at least.

"Eek!" I flinched back from the hot wetness that was his mouth only for him to get more aggressive and push forward again. How? With his tongue? But... "Ah!" I gasped out when he took me all in and I swear I must have gone down his throat, there is just no way otherwise.

"Kacchan! That's-!" What am I supposed to say? He has to know what he is doing. There is no way that he doesn't!

"It's okay. I don't blow you nearly enough as it is. You're usually taking the lead but I like this too," he grinned before giving my head a kiss. "Don't hold back. I'll swallow," he added before sucking me back into his mouth again. I don't know what to do! What am I supposed to be doing right now? Where should I put my hands? Am I really just supposed to take it? Let him...

"AHH!" My whole body flexed and I couldn't help grabbing him by his hair and holding him down. I could feel him swallowing around me, the vibrations from him humming was just too much and I cried out, letting him go at the same time while my hips flexed forward my back arching. "KACCHAN!" I came and true to his word I could feel him swallowing around me but then I could feel his tongue licking around me, seeming to search for more before he sucked me back in again just to be sure.

By the time he let me go I just felt dazed. Why? Why did he do that? Did he like it? "Did it taste good?"

"Amazing, but that's just because you eat so well," he grinned and I can't help blushing. Why did I say that out loud? He chuckled as if he could read my thoughts but he didn't say anything. Instead he just kissed his way up to me slowly before he kissed me on the mouth.

"Yuck!" I flinched away at the bitter taste which made him laugh out loud.

"Don't worry, you tell me that mine tastes like caramel all the damn time. Probably from my quirk, yours does taste good compared to what I hear about others. You really do eat well," he explained but now I really don't want to kiss him but at the same time I do.

"Screw it!" I whispered before pulling him in for another kiss. The taste isn't so bad after I get used to it and the feel of Kacchan in my arms really helps. Why would I ever give this up?

I barely registered the fact that I pushed him onto his back, the way he responded to my kisses only made me want to do more. The way he moaned and gasped when I trailed away from his mouth and to his neck made me smile.

I'm doing this. Me. No one else is allowed to touch him. I gave him a small nip enjoying the light whine he hummed from my teasing. Seriously, his chest is just amazing. Thick and fleshy, strong, I kissed him again, letting my fingers dig in while my tongue traveled wherever I wanted to go. I come to his nipple and kiss it before sucking it into my mouth.

Kacchan flexes, his muscles stretching towards me while his arms reach over his head, small pops going off while he tries to keep them away from me. Does his quirk go off when excited? I thought that was just his way of calming down but if it's because his body can't handle the excitement...

I let the nipple go only to immediately attack the other one and his yelp was accompanied by even more small pops. Hmmm, what if I do more? I set my hands on his strong abs and pressed into them, feeling the hard strong muscles while I enjoyed myself. The noises from him are so beautiful, how each gasp has me wanting to abandon his nipples for his lips but at the same time I want to explore more too.

I let his nipple go and gave him another kiss, our tongues met before our lips could. The bitter taste hasn't gone away but oddly it doesn't seem to bother me anymore. I jerked away only to dive towards his abs and this time my kisses actually made it to his skin. I kiss and suck on the smoothly chiseled frame until Kacchan flinches and I realize how close I am to his... oh wow. He isn't small at all, maybe not as big as I am but that was debatable. With how hard he is I really can't tell, not really.

"Izu~," the way he whined my name really makes me want to reward him even just a little bit. He is so hard, is that all from me? Maybe if I do what he did?

"Ah!" He jerked in response, I didn't kiss and work my way up to sucking him in my mouth like he did to me. No, I just opened up and sucked him right in. His hands now in my hair and I almost gagged from him but I pulled away in time. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" His words were like a chant and I closed my eyes to somehow focus a little more on what I'm doing. "Almost," his breathy voice reached my ears so I opened my eyes to see his eyes scrunched closed in his excitement. I sucked harder and felt him pulse before the liquid hot caramel filled my mouth.

I was not actually expecting him to taste like candy. Not at all. I almost spit it out in surprise but when I swallowed he cried out again as if he liked it. Maybe? I pushed on him again, still throbbing in my mouth before swallowing and he cried out again, although a bit weaker than before.

I want more.

My eyes travel down as I pull away and I can't help blushing at the thought of him letting me do more. I want more. I want, I look down to find myself hard again, probably from all the noises he made while I explored every centimeter of his body but there is still one area I haven't touched yet.

I look to the side and see a jar of petroleum jelly on the nightstand. I quickly open it while he catches his breath, his eyes still closed from the brief release. I coated myself first, thoroughly before applying more to him, making him jump at the touch.

I sucked him back into my mouth while I pushed a couple fingers inside, letting them stretch out to test what I could do but he only moaned at my touches, urging me on. Enticing. He really is enchanting. Kiss. I want kisses.

I let him go and pulled my fingers out before lining up, his bright red eyes were barely open as he watched me from his pillow, his muscles relaxed. His arms reached towards me, pulled me in for the kisses that I so dearly wanted and I pushed in.

Tight, warm, but mostly. Mine.

He screamed his bliss, his nails pulling me in, scratching up my back. My tongue invaded his mouth claiming what was mine. I held him to me, his legs around my hips helping him to meet me for each thrust. I can feel myself unraveling. How reality itself seemed to shake the closer I got to my end. But I can't pull away. I don't want to stop. I won't.

I-, "AAAAHHH!" I can't move. Buried so deep that I never want to come out again I throbbed inside of him, filling him with the bitterness he seemed to love so much. I pulled away just to let a little air between us before I felt the chill from where I'm now wet with his cum.

His eyes fluttered open showing me that dazed look that I've been praying to see. More. I pulled out a little before thrusting back in again and I saw him smile at me. His arms reaching for my face, he pulled me back to him for another kiss, his body moving with mine.

"Yes," he whispered before I lost myself to my desires all over again.

***

"Holy fuck," Kacchan groaned, waking me up. I found myself holding him, cuddled in my arms. I tried to look around for my phone to see what time it was but Kacchan didn't bother to let me. Instead he pulled me in for another kiss. "Again?" He asked, probably meaning to tease me but I'm not ready for this dream to end. Not yet.

I pushed him over and pushed inside, forgetting to check if he needed lube but I guess he didn't because I slid inside pretty easily. Now that I think about it we haven't been using condoms but I guess that's okay. After all, Kacchan is the one that started all of this so I'm sure he thought about all of that before now.

The sun rose after we woke up. His body clinging to me desperately each time I filled him. I went down licking up his mess just to come back up to his lips over and over again.

I heard more tiny explosions but I just focused on giving him the blow job I know he deserves, hmmm he is smaller than I remember. Not his dick, no that is plenty big enough to fill my mouth but wasn't his waist about the same size as mine before? I must be misremembering or something, after all Kacchan is still moaning out my name.

I swallow before returning to my rightful place; his legs helping to pull me in, his eyes completely glazed over now, his arms over my shoulders. More.

***

"Kiss me," Kacchan demanded, his face red. We finally realized that he was back to the correct time period, in other words, the married Kacchan was gone. And I was having sex with my Kacchan, the one that I'm usually fighting with and now he is demanding I kiss him?

I didn't think twice. The shirt he had managed to pull on was pulled off in my excitement but I did remember to add lube to my shaft before pushing in, not at all worried about him getting upset while I dominated his mouth. The same mouth that was cursing and complaining only a couple minutes ago about me not thinking before I did anything. The same mouth that cursed each and every sore muscle that the future me had caused him only to realize halfway through that they must have switched at some point.

His red embarrassed face only turned me on more. Future him had let me do anything that I wanted, that I could think of but my Kacchan, the present him, climbed on top to ride me, letting me use my hands to set the pace or deepen each thrust until I flipped us over and slammed into him. His screams were like music playing around us and I didn't want it to stop.

***

We returned to classes on Friday, thankfully all the hickeys we left in each other were easily hidden so no one noticed. Several of our classmates questioned Kacchan about the future only for him to snarl about how his future husband wouldn't tell him anything in case it hurt the timeline. Several others asked what he did while away but Kacchan glared at them.

"I met my future husband while on our honeymoon. What the fuck do you think I did?"

"BAKUGO! That is highly inappropriate-," Iida started lecturing but Kacchan cut him off again.

"I asked him how we started dating! You fucking perverted asshole! What the fuck did you think I would do? Even if in the future I married him, 'I' didn't!" Kacchan snapped and I saw Sensei sigh in relief. Our parents had stopped us this morning and told us to keep our personal activities to ourselves. They very much supported our relationship and we are adults but until we actually graduate we should keep it a secret. Aunty also demanded that we weren't allowed to wait too long before giving them grandbabies. We were told to return to the bedroom and get ready for classes and well. We had gotten up early. Really early.

Memories of Kacchan bent over his bed just so we could have a quicky before we left kept coming to mind. Good thing we graduate in a month. Even if I do get Kacchan pregnant we would be able to hide it for a while at least.

"Deku," Kacchan growled and I looked up to see him red faced. We were back at the dorms and he had caught me by the elevator. "My room is soundproof," he whispered and I followed him to his room.

I can look forward to this.

End.