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For My King, Anything
🕑 Added 2019-12-29 18:46:28 +0000 UTCFandom: BNHA/MHA
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Underage
Summary: Continuation of the bkdk knight/king thread - 18+ version! Bakugo discovers Izuku masturbating in his bed and, knowing Shigaraki has eyes everywhere, is forced to act accordingly
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The door shut behind him with a soft click, cutting off the sounds of the maids bustling up and down the hallway outside. Hand still on the doorknob, Bakugo stared, wide eyed, his body frozen from the shock of what he was seeing. Splayed out on his bed, looking back at him with a horrified expression, Izuku was three fingers deep in his ass. One of Bakugo’s shirts was partially obscuring his face – he had his face buried in it when he first walked into the room. Standing straight up between a nest of dark colored pubic hairs, Izuku’s erection didn’t look like it was softening, despite having been caught. Bakugo’s gaze flickered down to shamelessly stare at his length. He’d seen it a fair number of times – he’d been responsible for bathing the boy for a while after he had sworn fealty to him but this was the first time he had ever seen it erect. It was…adorable…so small, plump and pink. As Bakugo watched, a pearl of precum swelled to the tip and he longed to swipe it up with his tongue. Izuku’s thin hand was still wrapped loosely around the base. He had been pumping it awkwardly when Bakugo stepped into the room – a form that clearly said no one else had ever done it for him or, at least, shown him how to do it. A virgin down to his very core – the thought sent a shiver racing down Bakugo’s spine.
The fact that Izuku was masturbating in his bed didn’t bother him. He had long suspected that his missing shirts and underwear had been swiped by those small hands; probably hidden in the crawlspace underneath Izuku’s bed – a space that he thought Bakugo didn’t know about. It was an intentional mislead on his part – he wanted the boy to think he had some level of privacy in a castle where his every move was monitored by that freak Shigaraki. Course, that meant not sneaking a peek but he was fairly certain that, if he did, the crawlspace would be choked full of stolen shirts, underwear and other stuff the boy had snatched. Couldn’t the blame the kid for being a little bit of a thief…wasn’t like he would get what he wanted otherwise. Shigaraki made certain of that. Bakugo tried to sneak him what he could but only so much he could do. His actions were being monitored as well, and he couldn’t exactly afford being caught out doing something that the bastard didn’t approve of. Shithead was probably watching right now, gleefully cackling, wondering what Bakugo was going to do.
Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Bakugo released the doorknob and walked further into the room. Izuku inhaled sharply, scrambling backwards. His feet scraped against the covers, pushing them down. His back collided with the wall with a soft thump. A sharp pain stabbed through Bakugo’s heart. There wasn’t much he hated more in this world than seeing that terrified expression on Izuku’s face. What was he thinking right now? That Bakugo would call him disgusting? That he would scream at him? Hit him? Leave him to face this hellish nightmare all on his own? Bakugo’s jaw clenched. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to curl his fingers around that dirty slime’s neck and squeeze until he heard his trachea pop. Just a little longer…just a little while longer then he’d be able to get Izuku out of this horror house. For now, though…he needed to keep Shigaraki from becoming even more suspicious of him.
One large, scarred hand lashed down to grab hold of Izuku’s ankle. Izuku squeaked in alarm as he dragged him over to the side of the bed. His skin was so smooth and warm against the palm of his hand. An intense dryness plagued his throat when he sucked in a deep breath and it was heavy with the scent of the boy. His cock stirred excitedly in the confines of his drawers. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this…that the only reason he should be doing this was to keep Shigaraki’s suspicions at an optimal level but…it would be an egregious lie if he were to state that he didn’t want the boy in the same way Izuku wanted him. Knowing that he was stealing his underwear, imagining what he was doing with those stolen clothing…it had driven him crazy. Now…knowing that Izuku longed for his touch, his warmth, his scent…he knew this would be damndable in the eyes of the Gods but he couldn’t resist this boy any longer. He wanted him. He wanted him the moment he saw him, sitting on that throne that was far too big for his small, frail body; looking at him with those big, frightened, teary eyes. He wanted to take him into his arms, to envelope him in warmth and love. He…he wanted to touch him, to find out what it felt like to run his hands down the hard slant of his chest and stomach, along the line of his thighs, down to a place that no one else had ever touched him.
He wanted him…he wanted him so badly, it was getting to be hard to think straight. Izuku…his beautiful Izuku, the King who was forced into this brutal role far too soon, who had endured so much tragedy and pain in his short time on this earth…seeing him like this…so small, so vulnerable, open and exposed to him, his gorgeous body begging to be touched…it made him want to dirty him.
“I’m sorry!” Izuku whimpered, covering his bright red, tear soaked face with his arms. His thin chest hitched with hard, miserable sobs. His small body, so tiny in comparison to Bakugo’s large, muscular form, trembled visibly, “I’m sorry, Bakugo! I’m sorry, please-!”
A hard jolt wracked Bakugo’s body. Inhaling sharply, he instinctively took a step back, nearly bolting before remembering that the chance that Shigaraki was watching them was high enough to make his skin crawl. He’d gotten so wrapped up in his desire for Izuku that he completely forgot. Letting out a shuddering sigh, he scrubbed a hand over his face. Izuku peeked up at him through his arms, tears brimming in his tortured, agonized gaze. A flush of cold poured down into Bakugo’s belly, dousing the fire that had been burning there just moments before. Guilt throbbed in the center of his chest. He should have been more careful with how he had approached this! How could he have let his own lust get the best of him? He wasn’t an animal, gods be damned.
“B…Bakugo?” Izuku whispered.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Bakugo asked bluntly, letting his hand fall away from his face.
“I…I…I just…I was only…” Izuku sobbed weakly, curling in on himself as best he could with Bakugo still holding onto his ankle. Seeing him so scared, so embarrassed, it made his stomach roll. “I’m sorry. Please, don’t be mad. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good. I’ll never do it again so please…don’t leave me…”
A lump rose up in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. His chest tightened painfully. Gnawing on the insides of his cheeks, hating that piece of shit Shigaraki so intensely, it boiled like noxious sludge in his belly, Bakugo slowly sucked in a deep breath. He needed to be careful with this – handle it in a way that wouldn’t hurt his Izuku but would keep Shigaraki from catching on to how intensely he loved this little King. Just walking away wasn’t an option. While he couldn’t be sure, he had the hunch that Shigaraki did have some inkling of how he felt for Izuku. If he walked away from this, that bastard could milk it, could exploit it to use against both him and Izuku but…if Bakugo took charge of the situation, if he grabbed this by the horns and gently directed it in the right direction, Shigaraki wouldn’t gain any leverage. He just needed to be so very careful. Cocking his head, he pushed one hand through his hair and rapidly tapped his forehead twice with his pink, a subtle gesture that most would miss but one he knew Izuku would catch. It was a little something he had taught him early on – a sign that Shigaraki was watching so be careful what he did and said.
Izuku’s eyes widened. His gaze flickered around in a blatant panic. Good, he had gotten his attention – this would go a lot more smoothly now. Reaching down between Izuku’s arms, Bakugo wrapped his fingers firmly around the curve of his jaw, tugging his head into place so he was looking up at him. Fresh tears rolled down Izuku’s cheeks. He still looked so scared, so miserable – it made his heart ache. Would this only end up hurting him even more? He couldn’t be sure, but it was better than the alternative. Sliding his other hand down to rest on Izuku’s thigh, his cock twitching when he let out a soft gasp, Bakugo pushed in close, bringing his face close to the boy’s, to brush the tip of his nose over the curve of his warm, wet cheek.
“Don’t you know what something like this does to a man? Moaning into my shirt, legs spread, exposing your everything for me to see, you were waiting for me, weren’t you, Izuku?”
“I…I wasn’t…” Izuku gasped, pushing into Bakugo’s touch. To Bakugo’s relief, he sounded less mortified and more…excited. Thin arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders in a slow, hesitant movement. Bakugo lowered himself down on top of Izuku, pressing him firmly to the mattress. It…it felt amazing, to have his small body pinned underneath him. His scent tinted every breath he pulled in, making his head spin. His cock was painfully hard now, straining up against the soggy front of his trousers, begging to be released, to be sheathed inside of Izuku’s tight, virgin hole. Swallowing hard, stamping down that insistent want, knowing it wouldn’t be good if he let it run wild, Bakugo dipped down further to nip playfully at Izuku’s ear, earning himself a gorgeous moan.
“It isn’t good to lie, Izuku.”
“I’m not lying-!”
“Izuku.” Bakugo said admonishingly, straightening back up. “What is this, then?”
He wrapped one of his large hands around Izuku’s length. It disappeared completely in the expanse of palm and fingers. His hips bucked up off the bed, driving his dick through the loose curl of Bakugo’s fingers. Moaning loudly, the color in his cheeks deepening to an even darker shade of red, Izuku gasped sharply, his eyes stretched open wide. Stars were practically dancing in that hazy gaze. Staring down at where Bakugo was holding his cock, his mouth hanging open, harsh breaths whistling in and out from between his plush, wet lips, Izuku let out a strangled wail when Bakugo began to languidly stroke his length. It was hot and wet and smooth in the palm of his hand. A strange throb of dizziness rolled through his head. He felt feverish, unsteady, like he had gone for months without a drink of water and now, suddenly, a delicious drink was being dangled right in front of his face. Fighting against this insidious want was becoming harder and harder. He wanted to devour him, to mark every inch of his gorgeous skin, to make him his and no one else’s.
“Huh? Tell me, Izuku.” Bakugo said softly, the corners of his lips curling up into a teasing smirk, “Do you still want to tell me that you weren’t waiting for me? That you weren’t hoping I’d come along and you’d no longer have to dream about what being touched by me feels like?”
“I-!” Izuku gasped, rolling his hips, thrusting his dick up into the hole Bakugo’s fingers was making. Precum flooded out of the slit, making his length pleasantly slick. Curling his fingers into the blanket, clenching tightly to the thin fabric, he panted and writhed underneath Bakugo, creating a beautiful sight that he couldn’t get enough of. His mouth began to water. His body was thrumming with ravenous, deranged heat. Swallowing hard against the dryness plaguing his throat, Bakugo slowly leaned down to drag his tongue over one of Izuku’s cute, pink nipples. Izuku moaned wetly, his body shuddering underneath him. His skin was so soft, so sweet – as he dragged his tongue across his skin, leaving a trail of saliva, he gathered up his taste, sending his mind into a spiral of desperate want. Taking the hardened bud between his teeth, he nibbled gently on it for a moment before sucking hard, flicking it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Izuku moaned and gasped loudly, each of the gorgeous sounds he was making only serving to flame the fires burning in his belly even hotter. Panting raggedly, his head swimming, Bakugo slid his hand down from Izuku’s jaw to pinch his other nipple between two fingers. So cute…he was so cute! He…he wanted to devour every inch of him!
“Are you gonna keep lying to me, Izuku?” Bakugo gasped, pressing a kiss between his pecs. “Don’t you want to tell me the truth?”
Weakly lifting his head, Izuku peered at him with heated, hazy eyes for a moment then whispered, his voice barely audible, “Will you leave if I do?”
Bakugo’s eyes widened. A sharp jab of pain stabbed him straight through the heart. He was moving before he realized it, clamping down on the back of Izuku’s neck to pull him up into a rough, hungry kiss. Izuku jolted underneath him but quickly melted into his touch, clumsily moving his lips against Bakugo’s. Shuddering, a fresh wave of heat rolling down to his aching crotch, Bakugo shoved his tongue into Izuku’s mouth, earning himself a soft, whimpering moan. An incredible sweet flavor flooded his taste buds. He was instantly addicted. This…this was the taste of his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of it-! Curling his arms tightly around Izuku’s shivering frame, Bakugo deepened the kiss even further, pushing more insistently against Izuku. He wanted to devour him-! To taste every last inch-! He wanted to claim him-! Leave? He couldn’t leave, even if he wanted too. This little King had him wrapped around his finger and Bakugo was consistently tightening Izuku’s hold on him. He wanted nothing else, no one else but him!
Pulling away with a rasping chuckle, Bakugo offered a teasing smirk, “Leave? When I’m this hard? Come on, you made me like this, you don’t think I’m just gonna bolt?”
Izuku blinked slowly, then audibly swallowed, “Do…do you want me to do something?”
“I want you to tell me the truth.” Bakugo brought his face close to Izuku’s, loving the way he trembled, his breath catching, “Were you waiting for me?”
“Y…y-yes…” Izuku whispered.
“What were you thinking about when you were sniffing my shirts and jerking off?” Bakugo asked playfully, his grin growing at the moan Izuku let out when he started stroking his cock again. “Did you want me inside? You had three fingers inside, right? Were you imaging me pounding into you, wishing that it wasn’t your fingers but my cock stretching you wide open?”
“I…” Izuku looked away, the color in his face, somehow, managing to darken even further, “Inside…I was…imaging you…inside…”
“You wanted my cock inside of you?” Bakugo breathed, nuzzling his cheek, “What a lewd, dirty boy. But…” He straightened all the way up, a wave of dizziness rolling through him when Izuku’s gaze immediately flickered down to his very obvious bulge. Grabbing one of his thin wrists, he led his hand to his crotch and pressed it firmly against his throbbing erection. Izuku gasped, his own dick twitching, a bead of precum swelling to the slit. Looking up at Bakugo with wide, startled eyes, Izuku gaped at him, almost as though he couldn’t believe that he was this hard. This boy…he had no idea what he did to him. Well, he would understand soon enough. Lightly grinding against Izuku’s head, Bakugo rasped, “If this is what you want, I’d be more than willing to give it to you. Do you want this, Izuku?”
“Yes…” Izuku breathed without hesitation, his chest heaving. He pulled in a shaky breath, “I…I want it. I want it!”
“Then roll over, spread yourself open and beg for me to fuck you.” Bakugo said, impressed by how even he managed to say that. Stepping back, releasing his grip on Izuku’s wrist, he gave him an impatient, ‘better get on with it’ type of look. Izuku stared up at him, still and silent, for a prolonged moment – long enough that Bakugo began to think that he might’ve gone too far (causing a slight stirring of panic as he tried to think of a way to backpedal without it looking like he was backpedaling) then Izuku did as he was told – slowly rolling over onto his stomach, giving Bakugo a perfect view of a surprisingly plush ass. He clumsily got up onto his knees, his ass pushed up into the air. It was a terribly lewd, terribly exciting position that had Bakugo seeing stars. Reaching down, he took a plump cheek in each hand and spread himself open wide, exposing an adorably pink, tiny hole. Another throb of insane, intense heat, nearly sending Bakugo into a mad frenzy. Izuku’s hole…he was looking right at his hole! He was looking directly at something that no one else had ever seen. He was already wet. As Bakugo stared, Izuku’s hole visibly twitched. His cock throbbed painfully. He could hardly stay upright as wave after wave of dizziness plagued him. His hands twitched, desperate to rip all his clothes off, to finally free his aching cock.
“Please…” Izuku tiny voice floated up, “Bakugo…please…f-…fuck m…me…I…I want your cock…inside me…please-!”
“Good boy.” Bakugo heard himself say over the blood roaring in his ears, “Now, here’s your reward.”
His hands finally went to the front of his trousers, clumsily tugging at the drawstrings to let the flaps fall open. He didn’t bother pushing anything down. Instead, he slipped a hand inside to pull free his cock. It was as he was stepping forward, pressing the tip of his dick to Izuku’s sopping wet, twitching hole that he experienced a flash of cold dread. Not like this…he didn’t want their first time to be like this…watched by that freak, unable to tell Izuku how much he loved him, how much he wanted to cherish him, protect him…What did Izuku think of him right now? Everything he was saying…it was so callous, so cold…exactly what he needed to be saying to keep Shigaraki from getting too suspicious but…did Izuku understand that? Did he think this was all a ruse? Did he understand how much Bakugo wanted him? He hated this…the guilt, the loathing built up in his stomach, bubbling nauseously. Bakugo curled his fingers around Izuku’s hips, pressing firmly to his hole. Izuku shivered, gasping softly. Did he understand? Did he know how much he loved him? How much he had longed for him? Bakugo bit down hard on his tongue. It was a risk…he knew that. Shigaraki had eyes…and ears everywhere. What he wanted to whisper…it could end him up with the hangman’s noose around his neck and no one to protect his Izuku but…he couldn’t do this…not without telling Izuku first.
Bending down, Bakugo brought his mouth to Izuku’s ear, close enough that when he spoke, his lips brushed against the shell, “I love you. I love you so much, Izuku. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He felt Izuku tense up underneath him. His breath audibly caught. Turning his head, he looked up at Bakugo with bright, teary eyes. Face screwing up, tears streaking down his cheeks, he sobbed quietly, pressing as close to Bakugo as he could. Pressing a kiss to his temple, loving him…loving him so goddamn much, he felt…no, he knew…he would destroy the entire world if it meant keeping his little King safe, Bakugo whispered, “Do you still want this? I’ll…I’ll leave-“
“No-!” Izuku frantically gasped, the pace of his breathing picking up, “Don’t-! Don’t go-! Don’t leave me…please. Please!”
“I’ll never leave you. I promise.” Bakugo curled his arms tightly around Izuku’s small frame, squeezing him close to his chest, “But if you don’t want this-“
“I do!” Izuku pushed his hips back against him, grinding the tip of Bakugo’s cock against his hole, sending a bolt of electric heat racing up his spine, “I…I want it…please…I…I…” Izuku faltered for a moment then squeezed his eyes tightly closed and coughed out, “I…love you too. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for, idiot?” Bakugo laughed, dizzy with giddiness. Those words…he’d never dreamed he would be able to hear them from his Izuku.
“You deserve better than me.” Izuku whispered, burying his face in the blanket. “I’m worthless, a waste of breath, a-“
Bakugo nipped at the lobe of Izuku’s ear, stopping that line of dialogue before it could get into enraging territory. He was already seeing red from just that. He’d heard Shigaraki referring to him in such a way but hadn’t known how much Izuku had internalized those insults. That was something he would need to be more conscious of from now on. Everything that bastard put into Izuku’s head, he would have to push right back out. Yelping softly, Izuku turned to look up at him with a confused expression. Glaring sternly at him, Bakugo said firmly, “You’re never to say that again. I don’t want to hear such bullshit. You…you are my King, my reason for existing, my Izuku. Better? There is no one better. There is no one else I want. So don’t ever say that shit again. Understand?”
Izuku’s bottom lip trembled. Fresh tears rolled down his cheek. Sobbing softly, he nodded weakly, “Y-Yes…”
“Good. Now,” Bakugo straightened up, reared back one hand and gave one of Izuku’s plush cheeks a hard smack, earning him a surprised yelp, “tell me what you want. And make it nice, loud and clear.”
“Your cock…” Izuku whispered, his fingers curling into the blanket.
Bakugo gave his ass another smack, grinning devilishly at the clear, bright hand mark that appeared on Izuku’s pale skin, “I can’t hear you. I said…make…it…loud…”
“Your cock-!” Izuku howled, “I…I want your cock!”
“What do you want me to do with my cock, huh?” Bakugo rasped, rubbing the tip of his dick against Izuku’s twitching hole, “Tell me, dirty boy.”
“Fuck me-!” Izuku gasped. “Please-!
Well, when he sang that sweetly, what could he do but obey his every command? Clamping down on Izuku’s hips, he briefly considered going slow but…he had already taken too many risks. Slow, gentle sex would have to wait until after he got Izuku out of here. As for now, it looked as though he had to indulge his rougher side for just a little while. Digging his blunt nails into Izuku’s soft skin, he slammed his hips forward, driving the entirety of his length inside of Izuku’s waiting hole. His pubic bone banged against Izuku’s ass. Incredible heat clamped down hard on his cock. Screeching, overwhelming pleasure rushed up from where they were intimate connected, slamming into his mind with enough force to leave him feel as though his consciousness had just been smacked right out of his body. Izuku…he was so tight! So hot! Being inside him…it felt amazing! A violent shuddered passed through the boy’s body. With a loud, strangled squeal, he came, splattering the blankets with a thick mess of white. Sweet relief bloomed in the center of his chest. Thank the Gods…that hadn’t hurt him…it had made him feel good enough to cum right away. Panting raggedly, sweat rolling into his eyes, making them burn, Bakugo mindlessly pounded into that tight heat. Izuku bounced back and forth, swayed by the force of his thrusts. Loud, breathy moans poured out of him, partially muffled by his face being buried in the blanket.
“Does it feel good, Izuku?” Bakugo panted roughly, sliding one hand up to curl tightly into his soft, sweat soaked hair.
“Good-!” Izuku howled, “It feels so good! Your cock feels so good! More-! More-! Please-!”
Grinning widely, his mind completely blank, weighed down by a heavy fog, Bakugo tugged on Izuku’s hair, yanking his head up so he could better hear him, “Such a greedy boy but since you asked so nicely-“
Shoving all the way in, he rotated his hips, grinding his length against Izuku’s twitching, spasming insides. Choking out a ragged gasp, Izuku moved in time with him, his slender hips trembling. Loving the way he shook and shivered underneath him, wanting to see so much more, Bakugo quickly flipped him over onto his back. A brightly flushed, dazed expression met his gaze, sending a bolt of heat straight down to his cock. Slipping his hands underneath Izuku’s knees, he pushed them up until his knees were at his shoulders and continued pounding into him, his eyes trained on Izuku’s face, hungrily drinking up his gorgeous expressions. So cute…he was so fucking cute-! The way he writhed and shivered, the way he gasped and panted, the way his eyes blazed with blatant heat…it was…addictive. His hole squeezed him so tightly. Every time he pulled out, the spasming muscles applied an incredible amount of suction as though he was trying to suck him back in. Every inch of his body was humming with heat. His nerves were a light with ecstasy. Judging from how much precum was pouring out of Izuku’s cock, it didn’t feel wrong to assume that he was feeling just as good. The thought sent a trill of wild delight racing through him, fanning the fires of pleasure even higher.
“Fuck…” Bakugo gasped out, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming uneven and ragged, “Cumming…cumming! Inside…I’ll fill you up…you want that, don’t you, Izuku?”
“Yes-!” Izuku whined, “Inside! Inside! Cum inside! Please! Bakugo! Bakugo!”
“Yes, Your Highness…” Bakugo breathed, his head spinning with jubilation. Jolting down, he captured Izuku’s wet lips in a claiming kiss, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth as he slammed his hips forward, burying his cock inside of him and came. A hard shudder shook his body. Blood roared in his ears. The blast of pleasure that rushed through him left him feeling like all his nerves had been overloaded. Distantly, he heard Izuku moaning loudly. His hips strained up off the bed. A splatter of scalding heat splashed against his belly as Izuku came again.
Not enough…it wasn’t enough. More…more, more, he wanted more…more of his beautiful Izuku. Hungrily kissing him, Bakugo didn’t wait until either of them had finished cumming. The last drops were still being squeezed out of his throbbing dick by Izuku’s amazing ass when he started thrusting again, pounding into him with enough force to send him jolting forward. Crying out sharply, Izuku’s thin legs wrapped around his bucking hips, dragging him in even closer. Clinging to Bakugo’s shoulders, the boy whined and whimpered incoherently, too wrapped up in the pleasure of being fucked to formulate actual words. Gazing hazily down into his adorable face, Bakugo distantly decided that he would wring out every single orgasm he could get from the boy. Not just because he wanted to but…Izuku always had so much trouble sleeping. This seemed like a good way to ensure a peaceful night’s rest. He was sure that his little Izuku wouldn’t complain about that. Sliding down further to take one of Izuku’s nipples into his mouth, he sucked idly on it as he slowed his pace down, sinking deep into that incredible heat before pulling out at a snail’s pace, meaning to make Izuku feel every last inch of his length. Like that, he coaxed another orgasm out of Izuku, who was a mess of sweat, tears and saliva by the point that he further messied them both with another load of cum. Still not enough, more-! More-!
Straightening back up, Bakugo rolled Izuku onto his side, pushed one leg up to his chest and pumped in short, shallow thrusts, keeping the majority of his cock buried inside of him. Squealing loudly, his voice ragged, Izuku shakily reached down to grab hold of Bakugo’s hand. A warm, smooth palm brushed against his, sending a jolt of tingles racing up his arm. Threading their fingers together, Bakugo brought his small hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the smooth knuckles. Gods…he loved him, he loved him so fucking much. That bastard Shigaraki…the day that he stomped down hard enough on that stupid, scarred face to make his head pop like a melon was steadily getting closer. Only a little longer – the resistance need just a little longer before they were ready to launch an attack. That was alright…it was okay…he wouldn’t let that bastard do anything to his Izuku. Even if it meant he had to take on that fucker’s entire army on his own, he would do so without hesitation. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his King…for his Izuku.
