Want To Dance? \ A BakuDeku Story \ MPreg

8: Working Things Out?

Izuku's POV: 

Kacchan brought me back to his apartment. He didn't talk much on the ride there... Mostly because I wouldn't stop rambling. 

We went inside, and he pushed me against the wall. He was red in the face. I couldn't tell if he was embarrassed or angry. He kissed me, even though I tried to resist, and then pulled me towards his room. I didn't know why, but he pushed me against the bed, and closed to the door behind him. He locked it, and the walked over to me, removing his shirt. I immediately turned red, knowing what he wanted to do. He pinned me down, against the bed, and pressed his cheek against mine. 

''You're the best damn thing that I could ever ask for.'' He whispered, before reaching up my shirt. I flinched at his cold touch, but let him be. He made his way up to my chest, playing around with my nipples. It wasn't unpleasant, and it actually felt sort of good... I kept myself from whimpering, afraid it might turn into a moan. 

I could feel Kacchan's breath against my neck as he spread little kisses on my shoulders. I looked over to his pillows, holding in my tears. I couldn't help but panic. Was I about to get marked for life? Lose my virginity? If he marks me this way, he'll never be able to break up with me. We'd be paired indefinitely. I'm scared. I have no idea what to do. Sure, me and Kacchan are in love. But to think of it, we kissed for the first time at Prom. And within a few days, he marked me, which according to me was pretty sudden. But I was happy, y'know? And it wasn't permanent. Now, we haven't been dating for longer than a month, and he's trying to... To... I don't even know!

Kacchan pulled off, before he started to fiddle with his belt. Oh No, no no no no no no no no no no no! He managed to pull it out, before unbuttoning his pants and smirking at me. 

AHHHH HE'S SO HOT AND WOW AND ALL BUT-

I'M ABOUT TO FAINT!!!

Katsuki's POV: 

Deku panicked underneath me. He turned red, then green, then purple... Jesus. If he doesn't want to, just say it already. I couldn't help but smirk as I unbuttoned my pants. He looked away, towards my pillows for the second time. 

''Deku.'' I said, gaining his attention. He looked at me and gave me a faint smile. 

''Hm? What?'' He asked, acting innocent again. As if nothing's wrong...

''Do you want to? 'Cause I do.'' I said. 

He looked down (towards my crotch, I mind you) before looking up again. 

''E-Erm... I... '' He looked down once again, but towards the door this time.

''I don't know.'' He whispered, closing his beautiful eyes. 

''You don't need to be scared. I'll be responsible. I promise. And, I won't be rough. I'll go to the paste you want me to go.'' I assured him. 

He opened his eyes again, now seemingly calmer. 

He sighed and looked around. While he did that, I pulled out my box of condoms, just to prove that I had the stuff. Deku looked away, blushing as he noticed them. I think he wants to, but isn't sure? Makes sense. I mean, we're both losing our virginities, and marking each other for life.

Kind of scary... A big step. 

I heard Deku sigh, shakily, that is, before I turned around to him.

He was standing up, from the bed, and was trying to undo his belt. But he couldn't, since his hands were shaking too much. I walked over to him, and pulled him closer, undoing his belt for him. He looked up to me as I did so, and kissed my cheek. He was breathing heavily, and shaking in my arms. As soon as I undid his belt, his pants fell to the floor, making him yelp and turn red, before he struggled to pull them back up.

I smiled, and stopped him, making him turn red even more. Seriously, Deku can turn any color you want him to. Color Man... Hehe. 

Izu sat down, trying to cover his legs and underwear as much as he could. I crawled on top of him, kissing his cheek and collar bone. He followed my lead and pushed himself up onto my pillows, so he'd be more comfortable, and so would I. 

At this point, I was starting to shake too. This was going to be my first time, with someone I love. Some pairs don't get that chance. Often enough, Alphas randomly mate an Omega. Therefore, a pair is made and they don't even know each other. Sluts.

I looked down to my quivering Omega, who seemed a little nervous. I ran my hand up his shirt once again, whispering in his ear that everything was going to be fine. 

At least, I hope so.

SMUT CHAPTER AHEAD!! 

-Sucky Author