“All Truth No Dare” pt 2

Hi hi! ❤️

I’ve been traveling since last Thursday and barely got to drawing - but I managed to write another follow-up of the follow up of my Truth or Dare Comic haha 😆 If you haven’t read the first part you can find it here altogether with the second: All Truth No Dare

Enjoy!

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Katsuki had hoped the walk would be quick - just a bit of tipsy stumbling, a few accidental bumps, maybe a bruise or two. A swift escape from the hazy party, straight into Kirishima’s bedroom, where he and Izuku could finally steal a moment of privacy.

Under normal circumstances, Katsuki would’ve snapped off a scathing remark—or threatened to wedge that damned key somewhere Kirishima definitely wouldn’t appreciate. But Kiri, that smart bastard of a friend, had slipped it into his hand right after their exemplary makeout session, flashing that big, ridiculous grin that practically shouted I know exactly what you two are up to‘.

Usually Katsuki would’ve chewed him the fuck out. Tonight, though, with the charged tension crackling between him and Izuku, he simply took the key with a halfhearted grunt (and definitely without blushing!), muttering a half-baked Fuck off, Shitty Hair, as he shoved it into his pocket.

Yet the plan for a quick getaway didn’t stand a chance the moment Katsuki rose from the sagging couch.

Barely on his feet, he found himself yanked by the collar into a sudden, breath-stealing kiss that wiped out every single rational thought, leaving him dizzy with want.

Oh fuck.

He managed a muffled curse, staggering slightly as he grabbed Izuku’s waist for balance. The press of Izuku’s mouth—soft but insistent—moving against his, flavored faintly by the sweet tang of strawberry, drowned out all the reasons any sane person might’ve stopped right there: the thumping bass of the party, the buzz of half-drunken guests, the fact they were on full display.

But not Izuku.

Izuku, whose smart fingers slipped into the hair at Katsuki’s nape, tugging gently, forcing a surprised hiss from Katsuki, the sound bleeding into a low groan that felt almost involuntary. And oh, that quiet, needy whine that escaped Izuku’s throat right after - the sheer hunger in that sound made Katsuki’s pulse slam against his ribs, each kiss and brush of fingers stoking Katsuk’s own frantic need.

It was maddening.

And the more he found his fists twisting into the soft material of Izuku’s shirt, like a lifeline tethering him to reality, the further he felt himself slipping.

And then he did.

Unable to hold back another needy groan, Katsuki let himself sink deeper into the kiss, chasing Izuku’s lips whenever they parted for even a fraction of a second. Meeting his mouth again and again, the rest of the room slowly started to fade into a blur - and when Izuku’s mouth finally parted slightly, Katsuki took the invitation without second thought, sliding his tongue against Izuku’s in a way that left them both gasping for breath.

God. Katsuki for sure couldn’t remember the last time anything felt this fucking right.

For a few seconds, the world narrowed to just them, lips moving in sync as if they’d done this a thousand times instead of merely twice - like they were made for each other, destined to fit perfectly. Must be, Katsuki reasoned, if his heart thundering in his chest - loud and enough for Izuku to feel it through every layer of fabric - was any indication; every inch of him buzzing with the realization that Izuku Midoriya—his nerdy, freckle-faced rival-turned-friend—was currently kissing him.

Kissing him like it was the only thing that mattered in the whole damn world.

When they finally broke for air, Katsuki’s chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, struggling to keep his gaze locked on the blurry image of Izuku’s spotted cheeks and dark lashes. He definitely would have liked to catch his breath for more than a fucking second if Izuku hadn‘t took that moment to press even closer, hands sliding up the back of Katsuki’s neck, a soft, breathy whine caught in his throat.

“Kacchan…” he mumbled, voice trebling, stirring another bolt of heat that coiled in Katsuki’s stomach. Pupils blown wide, eyes almost dark with want.

Fucking hell.

It was all Katsuki could do not to dive right back in.

“We—” He swallowed, forcing himself to remember the plan. “We gotta move. Come on.”

Somehow, they stumbled into the hallway—though “stumbled” was generous, given that Izuku insisted on stopping every few steps to kiss Katsuki again. Every time they attempted to slip through the hallway, they ended up pressed against the wall or a doorframe, mouths colliding in a flurry of heat and laughter, less drunk on alcohol but more on the sheer rush of their mouths pressing against each other.

“This is ridiculous” Katsuki hissed when Izuku pinned him momentarily against a dusty picture frame, clinging to Izuku’s shirt for balance, half to steady himself, half because he couldn’t seem to stop touching him.

“We’ll never get there if you keep pulling that shit.”

But the complaint died on his lips as Izuku brushed soft kisses along his jaw, leaving Katsuki’s head swimming with heat and want.

“Doesn’t matter,” Izuku mumbled, and yep, that definitely wasn’t happening.

“Move, nerd,” Katsuki muttered, though it sounded far too affectionate to be an insult, giving Izuku’s hips a light push to get him going.

“Alright, alright, ’m going” Izuku giggled, immediately moving back and taking a couple of steps ahead.

For the first time since they’d started this escape, Izuku was far enough away for Katsuki to take in the full view—and god, was it a sight he’d never get enough of.

Cheeks deeply flushed, freckles lost in the warm glow of overhead lights, eyes lit by an enticing mix of mischief, affection, and want.

Katsuki felt his heart flip at how perfect it was.

So obviously he followed, but not without hooking a finger through Izuku’s belt loop to keep him close as they finally reached and climbed up the stairs to Kiri’s bedroom.

They managed to shuffle a few feet down the upper hallway, but every time Katsuki tried fishing the key from his pocket, Izuku’s hands and lips kept finding his again. It was dizzying, and Katsuki could feel his blush creeping up, half from the sensation of Izuku pressed so firmly against him, half from the ridiculousness of barely getting two steps before losing themselves in another kiss.

“Focus,” he breathed at last, though the word came out more like a growl, as they neared their destination.

Izuku just laughed softly, green eyes dazed and adoring. “Trying,” he whispered, letting his hand wander up Katsuki’s chest,

barely

squeezing, brushing nipples and oh, hello erogenous zone.

With one last shaky inhale, Katsuki tightened his grip on the key, determined to at least try to get them inside Kiri’s room—assuming they didn’t melt into each other right here in the hallway first.

That was when a familiar voice cut through the air.

“You two look… busy.”

Two heads whipped around to see Shoto Todoroki standing there, leaning agains a wooden doorframe, arms folded across his chest. He was wearing a half-amused, half-baffled expression that could rival a statue’s impassiveness any day.

Katsuki felt his skin burn under that calm scrutiny.

Great. Exactly what he needed right now: another audience.

“Oi, Icy Hot,” Katsuki said, trying to inject some bite into his tone, though with the way Izuku was still curled against his side, pink-cheeked and hair mussed, it didn’t come out nearly as intimidating as he’d hoped. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Shoto raised an eyebrow. “There aren’t many quiet corners left—everyone is either dancing or passed out. I was looking for some fresh air.” His gaze flickered between them. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting shit,” Katsuki snapped, though his hand remained firmly fisted in Izuku’s shirt. Izuku turned his head, hiding what sounded suspiciously like a muffled giggle against Katsuki’s shoulder.

“Clearly,” Shoto said, tone perfectly neutral. For a second, he seemed about to add something else, but then just gave a small shrug. “Anyway, if you see Kirishima, tell him I borrowed one of his jackets. It’s freezing by the balcony.”

Katsuki, more than ready to wrap this up, let out a grunt in acknowledgment. Shoto nodded once before glancing at Izuku. “Make sure he doesn’t start any fires,” he said, lips curving just barely upward before he strolled off, hands in his pockets.

Izuku let out a quiet snort once Shoto was gone.

„What was that?“

“Fucking awkward is what it was.”

Katsuki shot him a glare, though his lips twitched. “Let’s go before the entire damn place gets to watch.”

They stumbled down the corridor in a tangle of elbows and hushed laughter, nearly tripping over the corner of a rug as they continued their walk. Every few steps, Izuku would still tug Katsuki closer for a brief, heated kiss, and each time Katsuki tried to maintain his composure, he failed spectacularly.

By the time they reached Kirishima’s door, Katsuki was panting, adrenaline thrumming. He managed to dig the key out of his pocket, ignoring how his hands were shaking from the rush of it all. Finally, with a satisfying click, the lock gave way and they practically fell inside, slamming the door behind them.

The muted bass from the main party thrummed through the walls, but in here it was dim and close - just the two of them. It was no surprise at all when Izuku tried to press forward again in an instant, though Katsuki shoved him back against the door immediately, pinning him there with a firm hand on his chest.

“Think you’re so clever, huh?” Katsuki’s voice was low as he leaned in, breath hot against Izuku’s ear. “Making it impossible to get here in one piece?”

Izuku’s eyes gleamed, the faintest smirk lifting his lips. “You didn’t seem to mind so much.” He teased, hands creeping up Katsuki’s shoulders. But Katsuki batted them away, threading his own fingers into Izuku’s messy green curls, tugging just enough to coax a soft whine from him.

“Could’ve been here ages ago,” Katsuki growled, sliding a knee between Izuku’s legs. “But someone was too busy teasing.”

“That so?” Izuku challenged, cheeks flaring darker at the pressure against his hips.

Katsuki’s answering smirk held a dangerous edge. Without another word, he curled an arm around Izuku’s waist and spun them, nudging Izuku backwards, guiding him step by step until Izuku’s legs hit the edge of Kirishima’s bed.

“Time for a little payback,” he muttered, drawing a breathy chuckle from that sweet addicting mouth as they toppled onto the mattress. “Better prepare yourself, nerd.”

Izuku’s breath caught, but the grin that bloomed on his face spoke volumes, cheeks flamed a darker shade of pink now that he was under Katsuki‘s strong figure. He slid his arms over Katsuki’s shoulders. “Bring it on,” he whispered.

Katsuki’s smirk sharpened at Izuku’s challenge, definitely not willing to wait for a second invitation. The thud of music from Outsider faded into the background as Katsuki pinned Izuku beneath him, lips crashing together in another fierce kiss.

Sheets bunched under Izuku’s shoulders as he arched up, fingers curling into the blond spikes at Katsuki’s nape, every inch of contact humming with pent-up adrenaline and sizzling heat. Their kisses slowed to something deep and deliberate, tongues brushing in a way that made Izuku sigh softly against Katsuki’s mouth.

When air got rare and Katsuki felt his own breath come in ragged bursts, he broke away and their gazes locked.

For a beat, neither moved, both catching their breath and letting the tension crackle in the space between them.

“Kacchan…”

Izuku was the first to break the silence. He swallowed, gaze darting to Katsuki’s lips. “We, um… we don’t have to rush, you know.”

Katsuki let out a shaky breath, his pulse pounding in his ears.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”

And he did, he really did.

“But I’m tired of waiting.”

Izuku’s eyes fluttered closed for a second as if centering himself. When he opened them again, the determination there made Katsuki’s stomach flip.

“Then maybe we can take our time instead?”

Izuku’s voice was soft, but the invitation was unmistakable.

A moment passed before Katsuki leaned in, brushing their lips together—this time, gently, lingering. “Yeah,” he murmured, “sounds good to me.”

Izuku’s answering laugh was warm, if a little unsteady, as he hooked a finger into the collar of Katsuki’s shirt. “So… guess we should make ourselves comfortable?”

“Oh, I fuckin’ plan to.” Katsuki said with a deepening smirk, nudging Izuku farther onto the bed. His voice dropped low.

“You ready?”

Izuku exhaled, cheeks blazing, lips curving into a smile that mirrored Katsuki’s excitement.

“I’ve been ready all night.”