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As Izuku walked through the door, the smells of freshly fried pork cutlets and a spicy simmering curry sauce assaulted his nose.
In the best way possible, of course.
The delicious scents were practically beckoning him into the kitchen, his usual ‘I’m home!’ forgotten as he kicks his shoes off in the genkan. He drops his school bag onto the floor beside his shoes, deciding that there were more important things to tend to. He’ll be back for that bag later, grading papers is a task he never seems to evade.
Passing through the short hallway, the smells become thicker. Stronger. More potent. The sounds of oil frying sound like music to his ears. His mouth is already salivating at the thought of sinking his teeth into a crispy piece of pork, the juicy meat elating his tastebuds with every single chew.
It made his body feel like he was floating.
As the hallway opened up into the open floorplan of the apartment, Izuku immediately turns to his left. That’s where the kitchen is, so that’s where the yummy smells are coming from.
His eyes light up the second he sees Katsuki, standing in front of the stove with one hand on his hip, the other holding a pair of chopsticks as he flips the cutlets in the oil. He turns his head to meet Izuku’s gaze, his eyes squinting slightly before he speaks.
“You didn’t say you were home,” he says with narrowed eyes. “Did somethin’ happen to you or some shit?”
Izuku hums in response, his feather-light body carrying him forward until he’s stood next to the blond. “I’m home, Kacchan. The genkan smelt amazing when I walked in, I completely forgot to announce my arrival. Sorry,” he gives a small smile with his apology, his eyes drifting down to the piece of meat in the skillet.
His eyes glided to the simmering curry, his mouth watering even more as the spicy, peppery scent fills his lungs. A curry sauce with katsudon wasn’t particularly traditional, though Katsuki began making it after they moved in together and caught Izuku trying to put ketchup on his freshly fried pork cutlet. That was nearly a year ago now, and Izuku still gets flashbacks from how angry Katsuki was. The first time in a long time that Katsuki didn’t yell. He just looked.
Spoken calmly, he told Izuku that if he ever disrespected his food again, he would see to it that Izuku died a slow, painful death of starvation.
That day, Izuku had to wash the dishes and deep clean the bathroom.
Izuku couldn’t help it. He loves his sauces, what can he say? So, as a sort of ‘compromise’, Katsuki began making a curry sauce that Izuku could dip literally anything into. It was so good that Izuku had even taken it to work for lunch, just by itself in a bento with a few pieces of bread. He dipped the bread in the sauce and ate happily as he graded papers, tipping a corner of the bento into his mouth to drink up the rest of the sauce once he ran out of bread.
Since then, Katsuki has made the curry sauce spicier and spicier each time. Izuku’s convinced it’s because he’s trying to up Izuku’s spice tolerance, and honestly, it’s working. Izuku loves the spicy sauce. He’s already making a mental note to pick up a nice crunchy loaf of bread on his way to work tomorrow so he can eat it with the sauce.
“Yeah, yeah. Go wash up and get ready for dinner, you smell like teenage angst,” Katsuki barked, pulling the cutlet out of the oil and placing it onto a plate. He moved quickly, smoothly laying another cutlet into the oil before switching to cut some cabbage.
Izuku hummed in response, forcibly tearing his eyes away from the in-person food porn to peek a quick glance at Katsuki. His hair was slightly damp, meaning he’d showered when he got home.
‘Kacchan always cleans up right away,’ Izuku thought, mentally frowning at the disappointment of not being able to see him in his hero get up before he showers.
His eyes slid down, wanting a quick glance at his face before he takes his leave to the bathroom. If he lingers too long, Katsuki notices.
His breath catches in his throat the second he sees it. Around Katsuki’s eyes, there’s some smudged black eye makeup that was left behind. Like when you use a makeup wipe to take off mascara, but then you’re left with this like smokey black line around your eyes.
Fuck.
His eyes look so red, so bright in contrast to the makeup residue that lines his eyes. Katsuki wears eye makeup with his mask, making it look sleek and flush against his eyes while he’s doing hero work. Outside of hero work, he doesn’t wear it. Besides the smudged bits that are left behind sometimes, but even that is a rare sight.
Izuku chews on the inside of his cheek before he turns, heading to the bathroom as he manages a ‘be right back, Kacchan!’ before he nearly slams the door to the bathroom shut behind him.
He locks it, not because Katsuki has a habit of coming in, no. But because if it were up to Izuku, he’d leave the door open. Hell, he’d be dragging Katsuki into the shower with him if it were up to him.
But, it’s not.
So, he locks it. To keep the possibility of it being opened at bay, only allowed open once he’s finished.
He hops in the shower, washes the stress of the day off beneath the hot water. He thought about jerking off, using the sight of Katsuki’s smudged eyeliner to coax his body into a release… he’s already hard. It’d be so easy. So quick. Like four, maybe five pumps total?
But, Katsuki was waiting for him.
Later…
He rinses the soap off his body before shutting the water off, stepping out of the shower and drying himself off with a towel that Katsuki always put in here for him if he got home first.
By the time he’s dressed and mostly dried off, his hard on has thankfully softened. He makes his way back to the kitchen, his heart picking up speed as his vision floods with the most domestic sight he’s ever seen—Katsuki, setting the table, pulling Izuku’s chair out with one hand as he places Izuku’s personal bowl of curry sauce next to his plate.
“Come sit,” Katsuki says, not even lifting his gaze to meet Izuku’s.
Sometimes Izuku forgets just how good Katsuki’s senses really are.
“Coming!” Izuku says cheerfully, crossing the floor to sit in his designated spot at the table. Katsuki waits as he sits, pushing his chair in for him once he’s seated.
“Chivalrous, Kacchan,” Izuku says with a shy smile. His Katsuki always knew how to make his heart skip a beat.
Katsuki clicks his tongue, moving to take a seat in his own spot at the table. “Just don’t want you to screech your chair across the hardwood again, Izuku. We won’t get that fuckin’ damage deposit back if you fuck up the floors.”
Izuku rolls his eyes. “I like my version better.”
Now Katsuki rolls his eyes, and Izuku’s body tenses. He forces down a groan, his eyes immediately darting down to the food in front of him. Between the smudged makeup and the roll of his eyes, Izuku’s boner is making a swift comeback.
“Whatever. Eat before it gets cold, idiot,” Katsuki spits, but there’s no real venom in his words.
Izuku does what he’s told, partly because if he just sits there he’ll definitely lose his mind to the sight of Katsuki rolling his eyes playing over and over again in his stupid nerd brain.
“Thank you, Kacchan. It looks and smells delicious,” he says softly, picking up a crispy piece of pork with his chopsticks. He dips it into his own bowl of curry sauce, then pops it all into his mouth in one bite. The flavours burst on his tongue, spreading throughout his mouth like an electric current.
“Kacchan’s food is always so good,” he sighs dreamily, eyes fluttering shut as he chews.
“Thanks, nerd,” Katsuki says with a chuckle. Soft. “How’s the sauce? I made it spicier today, used more peppers.”
Izuku’s eyes fly open, noticing that his tongue doesn’t even feel like it’s on fire. There’s a slight tingle, a small burn at the back of his throat when he swallows, but nothing like the first time he’d tried it when Katsuki said he was adding spice. The burn was nice. Welcomed, even. It added such a nice flavour… Izuku had zero complaints.
“I think my spice tolerance is growing! It tingles my tongue a little, but it tastes so good that I barely notice it!” He says with a wide grin, dipping another piece of pork into the sauce.
The smirk on Katsuki’s face is lethal. If Izuku wasn’t already convinced to whack it once he’s in bed, he definitely is now.
“Good. Soon you’ll be able to keep up with me,” he said, taking a bite. “Then, we’re doing that spicy ramen challenge. I bet you’ll still pass out, though.”
“Kacchan! So mean!” Izuku pouts, shoveling more pork and sauce into his mouth.
Katsuki barks out a laugh, and their dinner continues as usual. They talk about work, talk about what dinner will be tomorrow—Katsuki wants ramen, since he reminded himself with the ramen challenge joke.
When they’re done, Katsuki clears the table while Izuku does the dishes. Then, they sit on the couch and watch an old All Might cartoon that has Izuku rambling about some facts he’d learned that he thought Katsuki didn’t know. He did, though. Katsuki’s brain was full of information, Izuku always envied how smart and knowledgeable he was.
Even now, he impresses Izuku with the things that come out of his pretty little head.
He’s certainly not just a pretty face.
Though, Izuku’s always known that.
After a few episodes, Katsuki shut the TV off and pushed himself off the couch.
“Night, nerd. Don’t stay up too late,” he says lowly, his tired voice sending shivers down Izuku’s spine. For a second, Izuku doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. Then, the realization hits him.
“Shit! Why didn’t you remind me earlier, Kacchan?” He groans, lolling his head back onto the backrest of the couch in defeat.
Katsuki laughs, a laugh that made Izuku’s insides feel like mush and his brain feel foggy. “S’funny to see you panic,” he says with a grin.
To save himself from feeling the need to jump Katsuki’s bones even more, he forces his eyes closed so that he doesn’t keep staring at his handsome, godforsaken face. He pops his bottom lip out in a pout, hoping that Katsuki will take mercy on him and just go to bed.
He hears the sound of footsteps, and he thinks he’s in the clear. Though, the next second, there’s a strong, warm hand ruffling through his hair. He peeks one eye open, locking onto Katsuki’s as he looks down at him.
“M’serious. The brats can wait. You need your sleep,” he says quietly, his fingers gently tugging on the roots of green hair. It makes Izuku’s entire body buzz and burn, his fingers twitching in his lap.
Katsuki’s never been this touchy. This flirty—teasing, yes. But Izuku knows better. He’s been flirting today.
“Yeah, I know,” Izuku says softly, leaning his head back into Katsuki’s touch. He takes a slow blink, his body relaxing more than it has in the last week. When he blinks his eyes back open, Katsuki’s face is closer. Mere inches from his own.
His pulse quickens, the close proximity is enough that Izuku can feel the soft puffs of air from Katsuki’s breathing.
“I mean it, Izuku,” he says. His eyes are strong, determined—as if they were having a heated debate.
“I’ll grade them during lunch tomorrow, does that make you happy?”
Oh god. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way. He didn’t mean to add in that last bit. Katsuki’s for sure going to blast his hair off, leave him bald and in need of a toupee. Where the hell is he gonna get a toupee before class tomorrow morning—
“It does,” Katsuki’s voice rings through his ears. He’s still leaned in close, his eyes roaming Izuku’s face like he’s committing his features to memory. Then, he’s straightening out, pulling back. He gives Izuku’s hair one final gentle tug, then his fingers detangle from the messy green curls.
He’s not bald, that’s a plus. But his head still feels cold now.
“Night, ‘Zu,” he says, then he disappears into his room and shuts the door behind him.
Izuku stays seated for a good ten minutes or so, just replaying the entire evening in his mind.
“Shit,” he says with a breathy chuckle. “He’s gonna be the death of me.”
With that, he wills himself up off the couch. He makes sure the front door is locked before he takes himself to bed.
Once he’s in his bed, and he’s almost positive that Katsuki’s out cold, he fucks his fist until he’s rolling his eyes back—his mind flooded with the sight of Katsuki’s smudged eyeliner, his eye roll, his nearly lethal grin.
Izuku cums with Katsuki’s name on his tongue, his voice low, barely a whisper.
Once he’s back down on earth, he cleans himself up quickly and washes his hands before he flops back onto his bed.
He doesn’t even manage to cover himself before he’s passed out.
~
The next day goes like any other, so does the rest of the week, actually. Katsuki hasn’t been touchy, nor has he said anything out of the ordinary. Which, wasn’t necessarily strange. Sometimes Katsuki would get into moods, a little extra touchy here, a little extra flirty there. Izuku took them like a man deprived, fully relishing in the flirty, intimate moments that Katsuki allowed them to share.
However, now, it’s Saturday.
Not just any Saturday, either.
It’s the one Saturday a month that Izuku and Katsuki have patrol together!
Since Katsuki gave him the suit, he’s taken every opportunity to do hero work. Currently, he works Monday through Friday at UA as a teacher. Though he also does hero work every other Wednesday and Saturday. Since he was teaching, his patrols on the Wednesdays would have to be evening patrol.
He didn’t mind, it made his blood pump just to be able to do what he loves again. He’s still riding that high every time he puts the suit on, so sometimes he gets home with too much adrenaline still pumping through him.
Katsuki usually tells him to take a run, to which he does and it burns and makes his lungs hurt but it feels so fucking good.
Today, though, he and Katsuki are scheduled to patrol Shibuya. Katsuki doesn’t usually work weekends, but he rewrote his schedule the moment Izuku accepted the suit. Now, he just takes off the Monday following the Saturday patrol so that he can be a hero with Izuku.
He’s also made it extremely clear that if Izuku wanted to pick up more shifts, he’d rewrite his schedule again in order to do more patrols with him. So they could be heroes together.
Izuku had cried, said Kacchan was the best, and promised he’d let him know.
Well, today was the day!
Izuku’s managed the every other Wednesday and Saturday shifts easier than he thought, and it makes him feel alive. So, he wants more. Needs more. He craves it.
Especially if it means he gets more one-on-one time with Katsuki.
The day started well, they had coffee and breakfast together in comfortable silence, chatted on their way to Katsuki’s agency, even talked about their route for the day while they got changed.
Izuku had to force himself to look anywhere but Katsuki while he changed, his suit is way too tight to be able to cover up a raging boner.
Once they were all suited up and ready, they headed out.
They made their way to Shibuya easily, beginning the day by patrolling the streets.
Now, Izuku just has to find the right time to bring up the change.
~
They caught a few low level thugs, Izuku rescued a cat from a tree and they cleared a building that had caught fire all before lunch.
By the time they were getting ready to eat on the top of a building, Izuku’s body was buzzing with adrenaline.
God, he was so fucking happy.
Now’s the time.
“Kacchan, I have something to tell you!” He says excitedly, his cheeks aching from how wide his smile is. He steps until he’s in front of Katsuki, who has stopped preparing their spot in favor of standing up straight. Almost… stiff.
Izuku eyes his face, his expression kind of makes Izuku want to laugh. He looks constipated, like he’s unsure of what’s going to come out of Izuku’s mouth.
“What is it, Deku?” He says stiffly, his eyes slightly wider than usual. Most people wouldn’t notice it, but Izuku did.
“I want to patrol more with you,” he says with a toothy grin, his cheeks feeling a bit warmer than usual. He’s almost certain he’s blushing.
At his words, Katsuki visibly relaxes.
“Really?” He asks, his eyes relaxing back to their usual size. With a smirk, he gives Izuku a teasing wink. “Miss me that much?”
Now Izuku is definitely blushing.
“I always miss you, Kacchan,” he says with a breathy laugh.
In true Katsuki fashion, he rolls his eyes before getting back to setting up their lunch spot. “Sappy ass,” he grumbles.
Izuku could swear he saw the tips of his ears turn red, a sly grin tugs at his lips at the sight.
“It’s true,” he says with a shrug. “Is it a crime that I want to spend more time with you?”
Katsuki stiffens slightly at his words, then he relaxes back into his routine movements. He sits down on the blanket, slamming down Izuku’s bento in front of him.
“Whatever. Hurry up and eat,” he spits, opening his own bento and taking a bite.
Izuku hums as he plops down beside him, a soft ‘thank you’ whispered as he opens his bento and digs in.
They eat in a comfortable silence, like usual. They’re packing up when Katsuki flicks Izuku on the forehead.
“Wanna get dinner after work?” He mumbles, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pulled into his usual scowl.
Though, Izuku can see the faintest brush of crimson on his cheeks.
Cute…
“Is Kacchan asking me on a date?” Izuku asks with a smirk, leaning forward into Katsuki’s space.
Katsuki shoves him away with a gloved hand, his head whipping to the side as his palms pop and crackle.
He definitely got redder.
“You want to or not, shitty Deku?!” He barks, his voice loud enough to cut through Izuku’s fit of laughter.
“Duh, I want to,” Izuku says, recollecting himself quickly so he doesn’t miss another opportunity to tease him. “I’d go anywhere with you, Kacchan,” he purrs, sticking his tongue out in a half jest, half desperate attempt to get Katsuki to believe it was a joke. It wasn’t, but he wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.
Katsuki grits his teeth, his cheeks definitely a few shades of crimson darker. He turns on his heel, heading towards the edge of the roof. “Stupid nerd, saying stupid shit,” he mutters.
Izuku grins to himself, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest. Sometimes he can’t believe how bold he’s gotten, it surprises even himself.
~
The rest of patrol goes by without a hitch, Katsuki tells him that he’ll put him on for Tuesday and Thursday evenings every week, with the addition of every Saturday instead of just Wednesdays and Saturdays every other week. He mentioned that he would change his own schedule, making sure that he and Izuku would work together every Thursday and Saturday. Meaning, he’s permanently changing his days off to Sunday and Monday.
Just for Izuku.
The swirl of pride, of pure possessiveness that began to bubble inside him caught him a bit off guard. Katsuki was a stickler when it came to his schedule. Following it like it was a prophecy, he took his work days and days off very seriously. He didn’t like change, but he was so quick to make change, just for Izuku.
Without a fight, either.
He sounded almost happy as he explained his decisions to Izuku, his eyes burning with a fire that Izuku usually only sees when they’re in action.
Katsuki wanted to work with him, wanted to be heroes together.
It made Izuku feel powerful. Like he had some form of unspoken control over Katsuki.
And holy fuck did it feel good.
~
By the time they were done, it was nearly seven in the evening. They showered at the agency, throwing on their clothes they wore into work before heading out to dinner.
Thankfully, their before-work outfits were restaurant worthy—Izuku had on blue jeans, a white t-shirt that read ‘off-duty shirt’ and his red beat up Vans. Katsuki had on black joggers, an orange skin-tight athletic shirt and all black Converse.
As they were heading to the restaurant, one that Katsuki’s been wanting to try, Izuku did notice that Katsuki didn’t take off all of his eyeliner. He left the eyeliner under his eyes, and must’ve smudged the liner on his lids. It wasn’t dark, just enough to give him a smokey look. It didn’t look like just residue from when he takes it off, though. It looked like he took it off, then reapplied some in certain spots.
He kept stealing glances, his mouth going dry at the sight of Katsuki in eyeliner. Honestly, he can’t even figure out why it does something for him. It just does. And it does a lot, actually. Izuku can feel his palms sweating and his dick aches, though it thankfully isn’t hardening up yet.
No, no. That doesn’t happen until they’re seated, enjoying delicious food and great conversation when Katsuki orders tequila shots.
No problem, right?
Wrong.
Katsuki’s eyes are on Izuku’s as he lifts up the shot glass, bringing it to his lips as he lolls his tongue out. He swipes it across the rim in the most obscene display of licking salt off the rim Izuku’s ever seen, then he tips his head back and swallows the tequila. His eyes never once leave Izuku’s, not even as he picks up the lime, placing it between his lips and sucks. He hallows out his cheeks, sucking back the sour juice until the lime is dry.
God, he sucked the soul out of that lime. Izuku desperately wishes he was that stupid fucking lime.
Izuku’s about to gouge a chunk out of his thigh, his nails digging into the muscle as he watches. He tries his best to swallow the low groan that threatens to bubble out of him, but to no avail. He groans, low in his throat as he watches Katsuki, eyes glued to the man in front of him. Nothing else matters, nothing besides the burn of Katsuki’s eyes on his own.
Katsuki’s eyes flash with something dark, something insanely sensual as he pulls the lime out of his mouth. He drops it into the empty shot glass, then brings his hand up to rest under his chin.
“Don’t just sit there, Deku. Take one,” he says with a smirk, his free hand sliding a full tequila shot towards Izuku.
At any other point in their young adult life, Izuku would flounder and say that he wasn’t feeling like drinking. He didn’t usually like to drink, the burn and the hangover almost certainly was never worth it for him. However, he needs whatever courage he can obtain if he’s gonna make it through the night. ‘Cause clearly Katsuki was in a mood.
And Izuku would be a fucking idiot to pass up the chance of something, anything happening tonight.
He keeps his eyes on Katsuki’s as he reaches for the shot glass, fingers wrapping around it as he brings it to his lips. Tongue poking out, he grazes it along the rim, the salt instantly making his mouth water. Katsuki’s eyes widen slightly, his body leaning forward as he watches with baited breath.
How cute…
Izuku decides he might as well give him a show.
He one-ups Katsuki by pressing his tongue to the base of the shot glass, dragging the glass down his tongue before he tips the liquor into his mouth and swallows. The burn of the alcohol is brutal, but the burning fire in Katsuki’s eyes makes it all worth it.
Placing the glass down, he holds eye contact with Katsuki as he picks up the lime wedge. He grins as an idea pops into his head.
Rolling the wedge between his fingers, he hums and looks at the citrus piece briefly before bringing his eyes back to Katsuki’s.
“What am I supposed to do with this, again?” He says lowly, a smirk tugging on his lips as he watches Katsuki flinch slightly. He brings it closer to his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing in sarcastic confusion. “Am I supposed to lick it, like the rim of the glass?”
Katsuki’s hand has come down to rest in his lap, his jaw dropping slightly as he inhales a sharp breath.
God, Izuku’s gonna fuck his fist so hard tonight.
Maybe he’ll use that pocket pussy he bought a couple months ago, maybe he’ll sit at the edge of his bed and lean back, closing his eyes and pumping the pocket pussy on his cock as he thinks about Katsuki bouncing on his dick—
“Suck it,” Katsuki says quietly, his voice dipped so low Izuku nearly missed it.
Izuku holds on to the confident facade, speaking the first thought that comes to his head.
“Would you want to suck it, Kacchan?” He purrs, his eyes flicking back to the lime. “I’m not a big fan of limes.”
He flicks his eyes back to Katsuki, and the sight is definitely getting burned into his mind. His lips are parted, cheeks dusted a beautiful pink and eyelids hooded as he takes deep, chest rising breaths.
Even if Katsuki blows up the whole restaurant for his next move, it would be so fucking worth it.
Taking a deep inhale, Izuku leans forward. He reaches the lime towards Katsuki’s mouth, taking a quick squeeze of the citrus so that the juice coats his fingers. In response, Katsuki’s lips part just enough to fit the lime inside.
But, that’s not what Izuku wants.
He drops the lime onto the table, but doesn’t pull his fingers away.
“What a shame. Good thing there’s enough juice on my fingers,” he says with a tsk, pressing his pointer finger gently against Katsuki’s plush lower lip.
To his surprise, Katsuki dips his chin down, allowing Izuku to press his finger past his lips. He presses gently onto his tongue, explosions igniting throughout his entire body as Katsuki wraps his lips around his finger and sucks.
A shiver runs down his spine, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he watches the obscene display, far too sexual for the setting. Far too intimate for two ‘friends’.
“Good boy, Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as he feels the warmth of Katsuki’s mouth. It’s so warm, so wet. So inviting.
Katsuki’s eyes are blazing a shade of red that Izuku hasn’t seen in years. It’s almost hard to tell, but Izuku knows that he’s got him right where he wants him.
Izuku leans back, pulling his finger out with a wet ‘pop’ before his back leans against his backrest. Katsuki chases after his finger with a quiet whine, but just a bit. Only a few centimeters, before he straightens out.
Before he can speak, Izuku clears his throat.
“Shall we go home, Kacchan?” He says with a small smirk.
Now the ball’s in Katsuki’s court.
Katsuki nods, his eyes never once leaving Izuku’s as he raises a hand for the check.
“Get me the fuck outta here, Izuku,” he growls, a grin tugging on his own lips.
Izuku obliges, paying the bill and then grabbing Katsuki by the wrist as they run home like two teenage virgins, their hearts beating out of their chests as they get closer and closer to their apartment.
They run up the stairs, jogging down the hallway as the adrenaline sears through them. Izuku fumbles his keys out of his pocket, a shaky hand inserting the key and unlocking the door. He shoves the door open with one hand, the other he reaches behind him to pull Katsuki inside by the front of his shirt.
He turns around once they’ve passed the threshold of their shared home, pushing Katsuki’s back up against the back of the front door as he crowds his space. He dips his head down, his lips brushing gently against the shell of Katsuki’s ear.
“I’ve wanted this for so fucking long,” Izuku growls, his hand leaving Katsuki’s shirt in favour of tangling in soft blond spikes. “Please, tell me you want this, too. I see the way you look at me, Kacchan. The subtle hints you drop. I see them all.”
He gently tugs the roots in his grasp, forcing Katsuki’s head to tip back, red eyes meeting green.
“Tell me, please,” Izuku begs, leaning in until their lips are mere centimeters apart.
A low whine fills his ears, and then Katsuki’s voice. “Shit, fuckin’—want you so bad, Izuku. M’goin’ crazy,” he says with a groan, his arms coming up to wrap around Izuku’s neck.
Before Izuku can speak again, before he can ask for more, Katsuki pushes himself off the back of the door, his lips crashing into Izuku’s. Their first kiss is all heat. Lips, spit and teeth as they stumble through the genkan. Their lips crash together as they kick off their shoes, Izuku tosses his keys on the kitchen island before his hands find Katsuki’s impossibly tiny waist, guiding him towards his room.
He kicks the door to his room open, pulling Katsuki inside by the waist. They make out all the way to the bed, the back of Katsuki’s knees coming into contact with the mattress, knees buckling beneath him as he’s forced to sit on the edge of Izuku’s bed.
Their lips part, and Izuku has to will himself not to cum at the sight of Katsuki’s pink, swollen, spit slicked lips. A groan rips from his throat, his fingers coming back up to lace through velvety blond strands as he slots himself between Katsuki’s thighs.
“Fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me…” Izuku growls, tugging lightly at the roots of Katsuki’s hair.
Katsuki moans, his hands reaching up to rest on Izuku’s hips.
“Show me, Izuku,” he says lowly, giving Izuku’s hips a rough squeeze. “Show me what I do to you.”
A low growl rips out of Izuku’s throat, his grip tightening in Katsuki’s hair as he pulls him forward, shoving his cheek against Izuku’s crotch. Even through the jeans, his erection is definitely visible—the moan that Katsuki releases is proof enough.
“Feel that, Kacchan?” He sighs, his dick throbbing at the feel of Katsuki’s warm breath through the fabric. “That’s because of you. Are you going to take responsibility?”
Katsuki nods his head, his cheek rubbing deliciously against his erection. “Lemme suck you, ‘Zuku. Wanna taste you,” he whines, mouthing at the denim.
Holy shit. Izuku nearly came from his voice alone. He’s so painfully hard, he’s definitely not going to last long.
At least it’ll be good while it lasts.
With a growl, he yanks Katsuki’s head back slightly, just to put a few inches between them. “Take me out, baby. Need to be in that pretty little mouth.”
Katsuki’s strong hands move to his zipper, undoing the button before tugging the zipper down. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of Izuku’s jeans and boxers, yanking them down in one quick pull.
Izuku’s cock springs free, a hiss forced out of his lungs as the cool air wraps around him. His cock bobs from the sheer weight, his tip an angry red and already leaking pre. He doesn’t even get to catch his breath before soft lips are on him, gentle, open-mouthed kisses pressing against his length.
“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his grip tightening on blond roots. Katsuki takes his time, peppering hot kisses against Izuku’s length from base to tip, tongue poking out to lick up the bead of precum that gathered at his tip.
Izuku’s hips twitch forward at the contact of Katsuki’s tongue, Izuku swallowing a gasp as he attempts to steady himself.
“God, fuck, sorry—I’m barely holding back, Kacchan,” Izuku breathes out. “Taking everything I’ve got not to fuck your throat until you choke.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen, beautiful rubies lined with black, before he visibly swallows. He licks his lips before diving in, wrapping his lips around the tip and sinking all the way down until his nose brushes against green curls.
For a moment, Izuku’s sure his soul leaves his body.
“Holy fuuuuuck,” he moans, his free hand reaching up to drag down his face. “Knew this pouty mouth would feel so good. So warm, so fucking wet.”
Glancing down, Katsuki’s eyes are already watering from taking all of Izuku in one go. Unshed tears pool along his lower lashline, a few threatening to spill.
Izuku’s officially done for when those gorgeous eyes blink up, locking on his own.
“Forgive me, Kacchan,” he groans.
His free hand reaches down, lacing in blond strands for extra leverage. He pulls Katsuki nearly all the way off his cock, leaving just the head nestled between those lips that drive Izuku crazy—then, he drags him down, snapping his hips in time with his push and pull of his head.
He fucks his face, knuckles turning white as he grips his head in place.
“Shit, shit, shit—you’re so good, so good for me. Swallowing my cock, fuck, so good,” he moans, his eyes staying on Katsuki’s face for any sign of discomfort.
The unshed tears in Katsuki’s eyes begin to overflow, gliding down his cheeks in beautiful rivets until they drip off his jaw. The more that fall, the more fucked his eyeliner gets—black streaks forming along his cheeks as he swallows down Izuku’s cock.
Holy fuck.
Izuku’s hips stutter, two more thrusts in and he’s holding Katsuki’s head down against his pelvis, thick ropes of cum shooting down Katsuki’s throat as he cums with a shiver.
Katsuki’s throat contacts and relaxes around him, swallowing everything Izuku has to offer. He doesn’t move, just waits until Izuku slowly pulls him off his cock.
His eyes are glassy with tears, his lips parted and swollen and slick with spit and cum. Eyebrows knit up, cheeks pink and stained with black streaks.
He’s absolutely fucked out.
Izuku’s grip relents on his hair, a hand sliding down to lift his chin. He thumbs at a black streak on his cheek, licking his lips as he hums.
“So beautiful like this, baby. Love the way your eyeliner runs down your cheeks—love how ruined you look, just from sucking my cock,” he says with a smirk. He earns a low moan from Katsuki, as well as arms around his waist as he’s pulled forward.
Katsuki’s back hits the mattress, Izuku’s knee presses onto the edge between Katsuki’s legs, hands splayed on either side of Katsuki’s head.
“If you like it so much, put that massive cock to good use and see what happens,” Katsuki purrs, his arms coming up to wrap around Izuku’s neck.
Izuku should say that he’s surprised. Should say that he’s taken aback by Katsuki’s boldness.
He’s not.
He knew, deep down somewhere in the confines of his whipped-for-Kacchain brain, that Katsuki Bakugou would be a freak.
A shiver runs along Izuku’s spine.
Katsuki would obviously match his freak.
Izuku leans down, crashing their lips together once more as his hands get to work. He holds himself up with pure ab strength, never once breaking the kiss as he peels Katsuki’s joggers and boxers off. He tosses them off to the side, big hands coming back to hook under the hem of his orange shirt.
He breaks the kiss, a thread of spit webbing between them as he pulls the orange fabric over Katsuki’s head and off his body. No need for clothes, Izuku wants to see all of him.
He kicks his own pants and boxers off from his ankles as Katsuki’s hands reach up, tugging at Izuku’s shirt. “Off,” he growls, eyebrows furrowing.
A chuckle escapes Izuku before he can help it. Katsuki’s just too fucking cute sometimes.
“Impatient Kacchan,” he says with a teasing grin. He obliges, though. Reaches behind his head, grabbing the back of the collar and pulling it over his head. He drops it to the floor behind himself, his chest blooming with something dark and carnal as he fully takes in the sight beneath him.
Katsuki’s black, tear stained cheeks, his lips parted slightly as his eyes wrack over Izuku’s body. His hair already taking on the definition of ‘sex hair’, wild and unruly. He pants softly, his eyes glossy with need.
“Can’t help it,” Katsuki says, his hand trailing down to wrap loosely around Izuku’s cock.
Izuku groans, his head tipping forward as Katsuki gives him a few lazy pumps.
“Been wanting this cock for so long, my patience is wearing thin,” he grins, his free hand coming up to his mouth. He parts his lips, his pointer and middle finger diving into his mouth as he laps them up. Eyes on Izuku’s, his tongue swirling around them, slicking them with saliva until they’re fully coated.
He pulls them out of his mouth with a soft ‘pop’ before he trails his hand down, down, down—a soft gasp escaping him as he presses a finger past his rim.
Izuku glances down and growls.
He reaches down and pulls Katsuki’s finger out, making quick work to bring his own hand up to his mouth and spitting. He rubs the spit between his fingers, making sure they’re slick enough to stretch without hurting Katsuki.
Once they’re sufficiently coated, he reaches back down and presses his middle finger past the ring of muscle. Katsuki’s moan fills his brain like a catchy song, sticking to all the walls of his mind as he sinks down to the base knuckle.
“As if I’d make you work yourself open for me,” Izuku scoffs. “I wanna do everything I possibly can to this gorgeous body tonight,” he says with a smirk. Katsuki’s lips part briefly as if he was going to speak, but a moan rips out of him instead as Izuku thrusts his finger.
He thrusts in and out a few times until the resistance decreases. Then, he slips in his pointer finger. Katsuki gasps, his head dipping back into the mattress as Izuku begins to gently scissor his fingers.
Glancing down, Izuku deems his fingers a bit too dry, so he forces all the saliva in his mouth onto the tip of his tongue before he spits. His spit catches on the rim of Katsuki’s hole, a soft whine from Katsuki filling his ears as he catches it with his ring finger. He gathers as much of the glob as possible onto his ring finger, then he adds it inside.
“Fuck, Izuku,” Katsuki pants, his hands coming up to cup Izuku’s cheeks, pulling his attention back to Katsuki’s fucked out face.
His eyebrows are knit up, his swollen, spit-slicked lips are parted as soft, breathy moans escape with every movement Izuku makes. His cheeks are flushed crimson, a beautiful contrast to the black streaks that run down them. His eyes are glassy, filled with need and desire.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Kacchan,” Izuku says softly, thrusting his three fingers in and out as he marvels at the beauty that is a wrecked Katsuki Bakugou.
“Truly ethereal, baby,” he hums. Katsuki pants beneath him, his hips rocking slightly as he tries to meet the thrusts of Izuku’s fingers. He pulls Izuku down by his cheeks, crashing their lips together. Izuku nips and sucks at his bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside, licking into Katsuki’s mouth like he were the sweetest iced lolly he’d ever tasted. Katsuki’s soft moans against his lips only urge him on, the sweet, delectable sounds making the head of Izuku’s dick drip with pre.
A few more licks into Katsuki’s mouth, a few more thrusts of his fingers, then he’s pulling them out. Izuku breaks away from the kiss, straightening out a bit. Katsuki whines at the loss, his hands coming up to scratch at Izuku’s biceps.
“Need you, ‘Zuku,” he whines, spreading his legs impossibly wider. “Wanna feel the cock that I’ve dreamt about for years.”
Oh fuck.
Izuku’s fucked.
Well, Katsuki’s the one that’s about to actually be fucked.
Metaphorically, though, Izuku’s fucked.
The sight of Kacchan, of his Kacchan, on his back, naked with his legs spread open–the most desperate look on his face–is enough to have Izuku’s hips instinctually thrusting forward in search of friction.
“Shit, Kacchan,” Izuku moans, his hand coming down to smear the leftover spit along his length. He gives his cock a few hurried pumps, a frown tugging on his lips at the slight burn of not enough lube. He removes his hand, bringing it up to Katsuki’s mouth, palm up.
“Spit,” he instructs, his thumb gently grazing his jaw. Katsuki does as he’s told, his eyes locking on Izuku’s as a glob of saliva drips from his lips and onto Izuku’s palm. The eye contact sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine, his dick twitching at the submissive display.
It’s so unlike Katsuki. To be submissive. To do what he’s told.
Katsuki has always been the one to call the shots. During their entire friendship, it’s been Katsuki that sets the pace.
Well, right now, Izuku’s the one calling the shots. And Katsuki is letting him.
It’s a whole other level of satisfaction, to bring Katsuki to his knees–literally–all because he wants to be praised. Yeah, Izuku saw the way he reacted when he had called him a good boy earlier. Izuku’s about ninety percent certain Katsuki’s got some sort of praise kink.
Lucky for him, Izuku’s always been a giver.
“Such a good boy, baby,” Izuku purrs, moving his hand back down to wrap around his cock. The reaction is immediate, a soft, barely audible whimper spills from Katsuki’s lips.
“You like being my good boy, huh?” He asks, spreading the spit along his length, his eyes locked on Katsuki’s.
Katsuki nods instantly. “Y-yes,” he pants. “Wanna be good for you, wanna be your good boy.”
Izuku hums, leaning down as he lines his cock up with Katsuki’s entrance. “You’ve been so good for me, Kacchan,” he presses his head against the rim, relishing in the soft gasp it elicits from Katsuki. “Made me cum with that pretty mouth of yours, opened up so well for me,” he presses the head in, stifling a moan as Katsuki groans. “Gonna take me so well, aren’t you baby?” With that, he sinks fully inside, all the way to the hilt. A low moan escapes him at the feeling of Katsuki’s warmth, the tightness that envelopes him.
“Oh my god, Izuku,” Katsuki moans, his head lolling back as he adjusts to the stretch.
Izuku was certainly thicker than the three fingers he stretched Katsuki with, but by the way Katsuki begins to gently grind his hips downwards, Izuku knows he’s not in any pain.
Smirking, Izuku grips Katsuki by the hip with one hand, stilling his movements. “Use your words, princess.”
The shaky breath from Katsuki is evidence enough to reassure Izuku’s choice in words.
“Please, I-Izuku,” he whines, his eyebrows knitting up.
Izuku waits a moment, cocking a brow slightly as he urges Katsuki to continue. Katsuki growls briefly, frustration painting his face as he wraps his legs around Izuku’s hips, locking his ankles together. He’s just too fucking cute.
What Izuku doesn’t expect is what he says next.
“Fuck me, daddy. Show me who I belong to,” he says with a bratty smirk.
Oh.
Oh.
The moan Izuku releases is unhinged, utterly debauched. The name he called Izuku is one thing, but the implications of the second part of his demand is a whole other can of worms. Good thing for Katsuki, Izuku loves playing with worms.
And he definitely loves the idea of Katsuki belonging to him.
He draws his hips back, sliding out until just the tip is nestled inside. Then, without skipping a beat, he snaps his hips forward–fully sheathing himself back inside. The high-pitched, punched-out moan he receives in response is all he needs to set a brutal pace. He pistons in and out, shifting his hips ever so slightly with each thrust in search of the spot that will make Katsuki’s toes curl and his vision white out.
One hand on his hip, the other sliding up his side until it comes into contact with a forgotten nipple. Izuku rolls it between his fingers, relishing in the moans that spill from Katsuki’s lips with each pinch, each tug. He drops his head, his mouth watering as his lips wrap around the other neglected bud. He swirls his tongue around it, sucks it into his mouth like a man possessed. His teeth gently graze over the sensitive bud, Katsuki’s fingers snaking into his curls as a result. He slows his thrusts, fucking into him at a leisurely pace as he bites and nips at the flesh of his glorious pecs.
“Please…” Katsuki whines, his fingers tugging at the roots of Izuku’s hair.
Izuku hums against his skin, sucking purplish-red bruises along his chest. Along the column of his throat. Right below his ear. Staking his claim.
He peppers soft kisses along Katsuki’s jaw, his chin, the corner of his lips. He leans in, hovering mere centimeters from Katsuki’s waiting lips. “‘Please’ what, angel?”
“Please, don’t stop. Fa-faster… You feel s–so good,” Katsuki pants, his fingers untangling from Izuku’s curls.
“Ahh, so cute, Kacchan,” Izuku says with a grin. He closes the distance, pressing a soft, emotionally charged kiss to Katsuki’s lips. He picks up the pace, his hands finding Katsuki’s, intertwining their fingers before he pins them to the mattress. He fucks into Katsuki with a force that has his bed frame creaking, has the headboard harshly knocking against the wall as he searches for his sweet spot.
He shifts his hips slightly before thrusting back in–“Oh, FUCK!” Katsuki screams, his mouth hanging open as he tightens his legs around Izuku’s waist.
“Found it,” Izuku says lowly, memorizing the motion of his thrusts as he pounds into Katsuki’s prostate. Katsuki squeezes his hands, his knuckles surely turning white as he’s pounded into the mattress.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck! Right there daddy–oh god–don’t stop!” He babbles, his legs beginning to shake around Izuku.
He’s close.
Izuku zeroes in on his prostate, pistoning against it with every snap of his hips. He watches Katsuki’s face, the familiar heat churning in his own gut as he watches drool dribble down Katsuki’s chin.
“M’so close, ‘Zuku–fuck, I think–can I cu-cum, pleasepleaseplease?” Katsuki begs, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he bounces against the mattress from the sheer force of Izuku’s thrusts.
He looks so good. So beautiful.
So ruined.
How could Izuku say no?
“Cum for me, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock.”
The dam breaks, Katsuki cums with a scream as he digs his nails into the back of Izuku’s hands. Arching his back off the mattress, he covers his and Izuku’s abdomens in his spend.
Izuku slows his thrusts, his own orgasm approaching far too soon for his liking. He fucks Katsuki through his orgasm, whispering soft praises of ‘so good for me’ and ‘so fucking sexy, Kacchan’.
Once Katsuki comes back down, Izuku lets go of his hands in favour of gripping his hips. He picks his pace back up, quickly finding Katsuki’s prostate once again. The surprised whine Katsuki emits sends a shiver down his spine.
“Oh, oh god,” he moans, his hands finding purchase on Izuku’s back. He drags his nails along the length of his back, the sting eliciting a low groan out of Izuku’s throat.
“Fuck, Kacchan… you feel so good, such a good boy for me. Moaning so sexily for me, you’re so fucking hot,” he rambles, his thrusts growing a bit more erratic as he chases release.
He’s close, he can feel the warmth beginning to spread throughout his gut as he fucks into Katsuki with abandon. Letting go of one of his hips, Izuku moves his hand to wrap around Katsuki’s neglected cock. Katsuki sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks as he digs his nails into Izuku’s shoulder blades.
“Too–too much! Gonna cu–cum again!” Katsuki screams, his eyes screwing shut as the overstimulation washes over him.
“Come on, princess. Show me how good it feels,” Izuku grunts, pumping Katsuki’s cock in tune with his thrusts. Katsuki’s cock twitches, cum spurting out of the tip as he’s shoved over the edge, cumming with a cry of ‘Izuku!’
Izuku continues to fuck into him, once again fucking him through his orgasm.
“Fuck–gonna cum, baby. Wanna cum inside, please Kacchan,” he moans, his thrusts growing short and harsh. Katsuki’s shaky arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down towards his lips.
“Cum in me, ‘Zuku. Fill me with your cum, cla–claim me, daddy,” Katsuki whispers before crashing their lips together.
Izuku whines, thrusting in once, twice, three more times before he comes undone. He spills his cum inside Katsuki, moaning a ‘Kacchan!’ against his lips as he fills him to the brim. He sees stars, his entire body feeling like it’s been lit on fire as he comes down from the best orgasm he’s ever had.
He thought the blowjob from Katsuki was otherworldly. But this… sex with Katsuki was something he never wanted to miss out on. Something he wanted to do over and over again until his dick shriveled up and died.
He doesn’t wanna have sex with anyone else for the rest of his life. Just Katsuki. And he wants Katsuki to only have sex with him, too. He wants Katsuki all to himself.
Pulling out, he plops down onto his back on the mattress beside Katsuki.
“Oh my god, Kacchan,” he pants, his eyes wide as he looks at the ceiling.
“Did I knock your socks off or what, nerd?” Katsuki chuckles.
Izuku turns onto his side, facing Katsuki. “Hey–no. You don’t get to call me ‘daddy’ and then immediately hit me with ‘nerd’,” he says with a pout.
Katsuki swats at his shoulder, rolling his eyes as he turns onto his side to face him. “Yeah, yeah. Seriously, was it good for you?” He asks, his voice softening at the last bit.
He’s worried.
Cute.
“It was so good, Kacchan. I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” he sighs dreamily, fluttering his eyes closed for effect. He reopens them a moment later to see a flushed, tear and makeup stained Katsuki nervously chewing on his lower lip. “Was it good for you?” Izuku asks, reaching a hand up to cup Katsuki’s cheek.
Katsuki visibly relaxes into his touch before he speaks. “Really good. Would wanna do it again, sometime.” His voice is soft, somewhat small.
Izuku leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that again. And more. But, I only want you to do it with me. And I only do it with you,” he says, putting on his best serious face. “You’re mine, Kacchan. I wanna be yours, too.”
“Always have been yours, ‘Zuku. Of course you’re mine,” he says with a smirk, his usual cocky demeanour taking over.
“Nobody else can have you, daddy.”