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When Izuku got to work people were staring at him. It was weird and made him uncomfortable. He just smiled at them the best he could and continued walking to his desk.
He’d just opened his laptop up when his boss placed her hands on his desk and grinned at him. He didn’t like that look one bit…
“Midoriya! My sweet, wonderful, talented intern.”
“I’m not gonna like this, am I?” He sighed.
“Well… I think you’ll like it a lot.” She took a sip of her coffee, there was a twinkle in her eye and Izuku really didn’t like that.
“So you know the annual pro hero fundraiser? The one where each agency in the country gets involved?”
“Yeah…” Izuku rubbed his jaw in an attempt to self soothe.
“Well! You've been assigned to one of the agencies!”
“What?!” he squawked. “But people have been looking forward to this all year! I couldn’t possibly take this opportunity from a more seasoned photographer!”
“Well, that was before we got our assigned agency.”
Izuku looked at her wearily and hesitated a moment before responding. “Who did we get?”
His boss whipped her phone out and tapped away at the screen “Check your email, by the way, you’re not getting out of it!” She sings then turns with a wink back to her office.
Once he pulls the email up he can see exactly why no one wanted it. They were assigned to Dynamight agency, Pro hero Dynamight to be exact. Legend has it he’s the worst pro to photograph. It’s no secret that he’s Izuku’s favorite pro, but that’s beside the point.
His eyes widen and his chest feels like it’s gonna explode. There, on his cracked laptop screen are the words ‘Full frontal Calendar’.
Full frontal calendar.
Full frontal…
FULL FRONTAL?!
Dynamight agency is in a panic. None of the heroes want to take the fundraiser assignment; they're all bargaining with one another to see who’s gonna take it. Pleas of taking on scut work for six months here and ‘I’ll take your patrol route for three months’ there, It’s giving Katsuki a fucking headache. So he calls a stupid impromptu meeting.
“What the fuck could be so hard about this stupid thing that none of you wanna take part in it? It’s charity for fucks sake!” Katsuki looks around the room at all of the employees. None of them can look him in the eye. He locks eyes with an intern who’s practically shaking in his boots. “Oi! Baby intern you hear what has them acting like idiots?”
“Yes sir! Your agency was assigned the um, the n-nude calendar.” He blushed.
“So we got assigned the fucking cash cow and that’s what’s got you all blushing like virgins? None of you chucklefucks wanna be on it?”
Silence. crickets, even.
He sighs. “You guys have literally seen people inside out and showing your junk for fundraising scares you?”
More silence.
“Well then, I guess this year's calendar will feature Dynamight, and Dynamight only. And it’s gonna be the best damn calendar Japan’s seen yet!” He smirks.
Izuku’s armpits were sweaty, his palms were clammy and his glasses keep fogging up. He checked his camera settings about a million and two times. Dynamight should walk into the room at any minute and he’s not nervous, you’re nervous. Okay, he’s really nervous. His stomach is doing that rumbly thing that doesn't let him eat breakfast and-
The room gets so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Or Izuku’s heartbeat.
He looks up from his camera to see Dynamight walking onto the platform. He’s in a black satin robe with orange trim.
He looks around the room and sighs. “What? Y’all never seen a Pro before? Let’s get this show on the road.” Then he unties his robe and lets it drop to the floor.
Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. All three kings while you’re at it.
Izuku’s jaw drops with the damn robe and the camera flashes.
The flash causes Katsuki to narrow in on him.
“S-sorry! That was an accident!”
Katsuki just smirks at him with his arms crossed. His pecs were squished deliciously.
He’s beautiful, with scars, tattoos and piercings on display. He was oiled up too. Izuku died and went to heaven. That had to be it.
“You just gonna stare or are you gonna tell me what I gotta do so you can take your damn pictures?”
“Right! Well, we’ll do January to June today and July through December tomorrow.”
Katsuki nods as a man holding a bottle of lube walks up to him. Right… a fluffer… because this isn’t just a nude shoot. It’s pornography. Izuku’s burning under his collar.
“Touch me and you’ll lose your damn hand!” He spits at the fluffer.
“B-but sir this is my job!”
“I can get myself hard.”
“It’s policy sir.”
“Fuck policy! I’ll pick my own damn fluffer then.”
“Oi nerd!” He looks at Izuku who was watching their interaction.
Izuku points at himself. “Me?”
“Yeah, you into guys?”
“Y-Yeah.” He gulps.
“Perfect, c’mere and get me hard!” He grabs the lube and hand towel from the now fired fluffer.
Izuku swallows.
“Izuku.” A Woman in a pantsuit tries to cut in.
“It’s okay, I can do it.” Izuku gives her a smile. “If it’ll make the day go by easier it’s no big deal.” It’s actually a really big deal, a huge deal, a giant deal. A really big-giant-deal and not just because Dynamight’s dick is big.
He’s standing close enough now that he can smell the pro.
“What’s your um, your refractory period? So I can plan the shoot accordingly.”
Katsuki smirks. “Ain’t got one.” He holds the lube and towel out.
Izuku feels like his knees are gonna give out but he has to do this. He can’t mess up this opportunity, it's the most important shoot of the year and apparently now his career. So, he pops the cap open and lets a little dribble on his palm. He exhales shakily as he reaches out, his hand shakes too. Katsuki must've picked up on it because he grabs Izuku’s hand and places it over his cock. He continues to guide his movements.
Oh god!
He’s touching Dynamight’s dick, the Dynamight. Number one hero Dynamight. His favorite hero that he’s fantasized about countless times. The DynadickTM.
“Ain’t gotta be shy sweetheart, you’ve got it.” Katsuki murmured.
Izuku realized the hero let go of his hand at some point and Izuku had continued to stare at his chest as he worked his hand up and down his massive cock.
Izuku clears his throat awkwardly. “O-Okay so! Um, this month is easy, you just gotta lay on that sofa and look um-well-I think you’ve got that part no problem.”
Izuku was hard in his damn sweats and he knows everyone can see it. But, he has to persevere! This is nowhere near as bad as that time he fell asleep in study hall his first year of highschool and had a wet dream. Besides, he can't be the only one turned on in this room and the way the hero is looking at the camera has him feeling like he’s looking at him like that. He’d be willing to commit so many crimes to just bounce on it a little.
Each time he has to go up to him and pump him back to fullness it makes his dick twitch. He hates to admit it… but when they hit their lunch break he’s running to the bathroom to take care of it. For february Dynamight is wearing a leather harness and he has to fuck into a toy shaped like a water wiggler. It’s pink with pastel hearts all over it. He’s buying this damn calendar and the bonus prints. Hell, he’s gonna buy ten.
“Fuck! Gonna cum! You get enough shots yet or am I gonna have to cum on camera?”
“Keep going Dynamight!” He needs to see him cum.
Katsuki throws his head back over the armrest of the vintage velvet loveseat he’s on and fucks into the damn toy so hard his hips lift off the cushion. He cums with a groan that shoots a shiver down Izuku’s spine. March was another ‘just look pretty while your dick drools’ set up. Then came lunch break. Finally! Izuku’s dick hurts so bad. He rushes to the closest room he can find and slams the door, fuck the bathroom it’s too far! He shoves his pants down and crashes down onto a chair. He pulls the waistband of his boxers below his balls and tugs on his dick like his life depends on it. He’s so pent up; it doesn't take him anymore than six tugs to come into his fist. As he catches his breath he realizes he should've gone to the bathroom because he has cum all over his hand and he’s not sure if this room has anything to clean himself with. He looks around and shit… this is… this is Dynamight’s dressing room. He sees tissues on the vanity and then quickly cleans and tucks his dick back into his pants. He tosses the tissues and buries them under the trash that was already in there. When he opens the door he’s met with Dynamights chest.
“I-I-” Izuku was panicking. This was it, he’s so dead. He won’t get to buy the calendar.
Katsuki pushed him back into the dressing room and shut the door.
“Relax, nerd. Pretty sure at least three other people just did exactly what you did. But I ain’t interested in any of them. Just my luck, the cute little photographer ended up in my dressing room.” Katsuki set his plate of food down on the vanity then tugged Izuku against him. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
“M-me?”
“Mhm, you want it, yeah?”
“Huh?” Izuku blinked.
Katsuki cups his junk and rolls into Izuku.
“Oh.”
“‘S yours if you want it.” Katsuki lifts his hand up to rub his thumb against Izuku’s cheek.
“D-Dynamight…”
“Nah, Call me Katsuki.”
“Katsuki, we…” He inhales sharply as he feels Katsuki harden against him. “The shoot schedule…” He says it like it physically pains him because it does.
“But you want it, yeah?” Katsuki’s other hand cups his other cheek and he tilts Izuku’s head up. His eyes are wide and so pretty behind his glasses.
“So bad…” Izuku sighs, closes his eyes and leans into Katsuki’s left palm.
Katsuki kisses him, it’s firm and he tastes faintly of the soda he had been sipping on. When he pulls away to speak, their lips brush with every word. “Been looking at that pretty dick print of yours all day. Kept havin’ to think of stuff to force my hard on to go down so you'd come touch me. Lookin’ at you? How could I not stay hard?”
“Oh god.” Izuku groans.
“Just a little kiss before we have to go back out there?” Katsuki questions.
Izuku closes the short distance to taste him again. Katsuki complies for a moment before he shakes his head with a chuckle.
“As much as I wanna keep sucking on your tongue, I meant my cock.” Katsuki unties his robe.
Izuku swallows, grips the hero’s cock like he’s already done so many times already that day and gives it a gentle pump. Then, he drops to his knees and gives the head an open mouth kiss. He licks and sucks at it while Katsuki runs his fingers through his hair.
“Fuck… that’s it.” Katsuki gently rocks his hips as Izuku looks up at him.
Katsuki fists his hair and pulls him off, then he uses his free hand to grip his cock and tap it against Izuku’s cheek. “Wanna continue this after we wrap up?”
Izuku nods enthusiastically and tries to get his lips back onto Katsuki’s cock.
“Can I take you to dinner too? What’s your favorite?” Katsuki pumps his spit slick erection while Izuku watches his movements with hunger.
“K-Katsudon.”
“Cool, I know where to go.” Katsuki Hoists him up and lets him wrap his legs around his waist.
Izuku whines into Katsuki’s throat when he feels his cock rub his ass and he rocks his hips against him.
Katsuki chuckles and gives his shoulder a quick kiss.
“Meet me back here after we wrap up?”
Izuku mouths at his throat and nods.
“Sucha sweet thing.”
“You promise to fuck me after dinner?” Izuku kisses along his throat and sucks on his ear.
“Hell, I’d fuck ya right now if someone wouldn’t come looking for us soon. I’d have to blind them if they saw you like that.” He chuckled.
Izuku shivered.
Katsuki set him down and kissed his forehead. “Go on, nerd. I’ll be out in a sec.” He gave Izuku’s ass a little smack for good measure.
The rest of the shoot was even more torturous. He can’t wait to have him inside of him and now every time Katsuki’s erection softens he knows it’s on purpose and Izuku practically skips to go touch him. For April Katsuki was in his hero suit tied up with his cock out. Icing with orange and black sprinkles decorated it. He wanted to lick it off of him so bad he’s still thinking about it into the next themes.
Izuku’s fluffing Katsuki while he sits on a fake throne with his legs spread. It’s the last set of pictures for the day.
“I’ll let you take your own of me one of these days. If you want, hell I'd love to get my own of you slobbering all over me.”
Izuku’s thumb brushes over the head, he wants to slobber on it right now. “Yeah, I want that too.” He sighs dreamily.
“Can’t wait to see ya in my clothes, gonna mark you up real nice. You want that too?”
“Yeah…”
They don’t see all the curious looks from around the room, or hear the gossip filled whispers.
When they wrap everything up for the day and Izuku’s finished packing up his equipment he meets Katsuki exactly where he said he would. When he walks in, Katsuki’s on his phone in a vintage All Might hat worn backwards, a black skull shirt with the sleeves cut off so wide his chest peeks out the sides, along with the sides of his torso. His olive cargos were tucked into his hero suit boots.
Meanwhile Izuku thinks he looks frumpy in his gray joggers and over-sized All Might tee.
Katsuki pockets his phone and pats his thighs. Izuku straddles him and their noses brush, they kiss all tongue and teeth. Izuku grinds his hips into him but they’re interrupted by Izuku’s stomach growling. They laugh into eachothers mouths and Izuku playfully bounces up and down on his lap with his head thrown back.
“I can’t wait for that Katsudon.” He gives his best imitation of a pornstar moan. “The krispy breading and the fluffy rice! Oh god! ”
Katsuki laughs as he pets Izuku’s hips and thighs.
Izuku really can’t believe it, in just one day he’s touched Dynamight’s dick, had his mouth around it, kissed him and they’re gonna fuck later! And they’re on a date!
“You know, you’ve sorta got a reputation among photographers.” Izuku states before taking a sip of his soda.
Katsuki leans back in his chair. “Yeah?”
“Mhm! People say you’re, um, difficult to work with.”
“‘S that so?” Katsuki grabs a piece of pork from Izuku’s plate.
“Yeah, but I don’t think you are! The shoot went by without any hiccups today. I thought you were gre- stop taking my pork, you have your own food!” He smacks away Katsuki’s hand when he reaches for more.
Katsuki laughs. “That’s because I wanted to take you home. If I pissed you off you wouldn’t be with me right now, would you?”
Izuku chuckled. “I don’t know, if I’m honest…I still think I would.” He rubbed his neck.
“You that desperate for hero cock?” Katsuki smirks and quickly snatches another piece of pork.
“Dammit, stop it!” Izuku whines and shields his plate. “And no, just, uh, just yours.” He says sheepishly.
“You always this honest?”
“I’m a crappy liar so I don’t even bother.”
“I don’t like liars anyway. So why just mine? You a fanboy?” Katsuki shovels more of his curry into his mouth.
“Do I have to tell you?” Izuku blushes. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Nah, I guess not, but I’m so charming I know you’ll tell me.” Katsuki teases. “So, I'm your little hero crush huh?”
Izuku scrunches his face and rubs his cheeks. “Don’t make fun of me! I’m not dumb! I know this is just a one time thing and that’s fine!” Not fine, but it’ll have to do.
Katsuki’s face turned serious. “Who says it’s gotta be a one time thing?” He crossed his arms.
“Are you kidding?” Izuku gestures to himself. “I’m me and you're, well, you're you .”
“I happen to like what I see, nerd.” Katsuki’s eyes were pure hunger.
Izuku blinks a few times. “Since your first sports festival at UA. That’s when I knew you were my favorite hero. And uh… I…I realized I didn’t just like girls.”
“Ha! I was your fucking gay awakening! Course I was, I’m the fuckin’ best!” Katsuki throws a few bills on the table. “Now let’s get outta here so I can make due on my promise.” He purrs, his voice wraps around Izuku’s brain and it makes him feel fuzzy.
They pull up to Katsuki’s apartment and Izuku’s eyes glitter. The building’s so fancy and it’s the tallest apartment building in the city. It shouldn't've surprised him that the hero’s unit was the penthouse. Yet, there he was standing like an idiot at the entrance after he’s taken off his shoes. This place is nice, like could be featured in a magazine, the outside wall is made up of floor to ceiling windows. It’s pristine, he could probably eat off the floors.
“You gonna keep standing there like a dumbass or are you gonna let me keep my promise?”
Izuku blinks once, twice, and adjusts his glasses. Katsuki was leaning against his kitchen island.
“Fuck me, hero. ” Izuku replies confidently.
Katsuki takes his hat off and ruffles his hair back into shape as he take’s Izuku’s hand. “Fuck, you have no idea how much I wanna sink my dick into that tight little ass a’yers.” He pulls him tight against himself and palms Izuku’s ass. He leans in and grumbles into his ear, “I wanna wreck you, make you forget anyone else even exists.”
Izuku swallows.
“You want that?” Katsuki tilts his chin up so he can look him in the eye.
Izuku nuzzles into his palm and bats his eyelashes. “You better.” He kisses Katsuki’s palm.
Katsuki kisses him and he can’t get enough of him. His lips are soft even as he kisses like he’s trying to eat him. Dammit! His tongue does this thing that makes his knees wobble. Katsuki’s hands were on the side of Izuku’s face, they ran through his hair down his neck, over his shirt collar and down his back. Izuku helped him take his shirt off when he tugged on his shirt hem.
“I like your shirt by the way.” Katsuki mumbled against his throat.
Izuku laughed and it turned into a moan when Katsuki sucked on his jaw.
Katsuki shed his clothes as they continued to kiss and move their way further into the apartment. They bumped into furniture and they’re pretty sure a picture frame broke. But that doesn't matter when they can’t stop sucking on eachothers tongues. Katsuki’s a vicious lover he bites and leaves bruises along Izuku’s bare throat. Though, he’s quick to soothe them with his tongue. When Izuku runs his hands along the hero’s body, he feels his abs and over his chest. Then, his thumb catches on a nipple piercing and it makes Katsuki hiss softly.
“Noted.” Izuku murmurs.
“Shut the fuck up and take off your pants.” Katsuki pushes him back gently and leans against the floor to ceiling window.
Izuku nudges the bridge of his glasses; he slides both his briefs and pants down in one go and then drops to his knees. Katsuki unbuckles his belt and does the same, though he stays upright.
Izuku uses the hero’s hip for stability as he takes that perfect, perfect , cock into his hand. He gives the head an open mouthed kiss and Katsuki groans, his head hits the window with a thud.
“You’ve got such a pretty little mouth.” Katsuki eases his hips forward and farther inside of Izuku’s mouth.
Izuku pushes his tongue against the underside of Katsuki’s shaft as he gives his own cock a relieving tug. Katsuki’s hands tangle into his hair and he groans. It’s low and rough. Izuku’s cock bobs in the air as Izuku stabilizes himself and moans around the hero.
“Mh-fuck!” Katsuki pulls his hair and causes another sound to leave his throat. “Wanna fuck your face, that okay?”
Izuku takes him all the way and gives him a thumbs up. Katsuki lets out an amused sigh and tests his thrusts. Soon he’s setting a brutal pace, spit flowing freely over his cock and down Izuku’s chin. Izuku looks up at his favorite hero and they meet each other's eyes. Katsuki pants heavily between curses. Izuku’s eyes leak down his cheeks mixing with his drool. Katsuki pauses and smirks at him. Izuku catches his breath as Katsuki pets through his hair.
Izuku waits, eyes locked onto ruby ones. He swallows around his cock which causes Katsuki to groan.
“Needed a break, didn't wanna cum yet.”
Izuku sniffles.
“Tap me if it’s too much.” He grips Izuku’s head with both hands and slams back inside.
Izuku chokes for a moment and adjusts his balance. Katsuki’s new pace made him light headed. Izuku didn't do anything but keep his jaw slack and his tongue over his teeth.
“ Fuck -Hum for me, baby.”
Izuku hummed and did his best to push his tongue back up.
“Shit that’s a good boy.” Katsuki’s head leans back up against the glass and his eyes screw shut.
Izuku watches as best he can through his skewed glasses and tearfilled vision.
“Gonna cum. Tap me if I can cum down your pretty little throat.”
Izuku taps his leg enthusiastically.
Katsuki cums with a grunt and it shoots right down Izuku’s throat. Izuku’s nose is sore from bumping into Katsuki’s groin but he’s so happy. When Katsuki pulls out they both pant for a moment. Katsuki fixes Izuku’s glasses and then runs his thumb along his lip. Izuku watches in awe as Katsuki brings the spit soaked thumb to his mouth and sucks it clean.
“Wait here I'm getting the lube.”
“I’ll-” Izuku coughed. “I’ll just follow you to your room.”
“Nah,” Kastuki looked over his shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you against that window.”
Izuku feels a little silly sitting naked in a pro hero’s living room. Luckily, it’s only for a short time because Katsuki waltzes back in with a bottle of lube in his hand. Izuku watches him walk in as he strokes his cock.
“Hm, s’not fair I came once and you haven't cum at all. Let’s fix that. Stand up.” Katsuki motions for him to stand.
Izuku follows his instructions and hisses as the cool glass hits his back. Katsuki kneels in front of him.
“I can’t believe this is real. I’m gonna fuck Dynamight.” Izuku mumbles.
“Believe it, sweetheart. I ain’t letting you go, gonna woo you ‘n shit. Turn around for me.”
He guides Izuku’s hip.
“Cold!” He squeaks as he presses up against the glass. It lights all of his nerves on fire. The city looks amazing. He gasps when he feels Katsuki spread his ass cheeks and lap against this asshole. “Ohmygod!”
Katsuki pulls Izuku’s hips off the glass and plays with Izuku’s balls. His forehead thumps against the glass and he whines when Katsuki’s sneaky hand strokes his cock.
“Best ass I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.” He dives back in and fucks his tongue in and out of Izuku.
“Seen a lot of asses?” Izuku quips.
“Cheeky shit.” Katsuki nips a freckled asscheek, thumbs the weeping head of Izuku’s cock and dives back in. He works his hand up and down Izuku’s cock as he tongue fucks him.
Izuku whines into the arm that his head rests upon against the glass, he can't help but lean into Katsuki’s mouth. The hero is unfairly good with his tongue, like illegal in at least ten different countries good. He chokes on his own spit on a particularly firm tug against the sensitive underside of his dick. His ass is so spit slick he can feel it down his thighs. The hero slips a finger inside of him and he has to adjust his stance so he doesn't fold.
“Shit…” Izuku groans, he can feel the blond’s smirk and a second finger slips in. Izuku sobs as his cum shoots out and taints the pristine glass. He watches it drip down as he tries to catch his breath.
Katsuki rubs the residue of Izuku’s spend around the tip, he’s oversensitive from his orgasm but it hurts good . By the time Izuku feels like he’s actually back in his body, Katsuki had him stretched out and ready to go. The hero stands and kisses the nape of Izuku’s neck softly.
“Ready?” He breathes and rubs his cock against Izuku’s asshole, just begging to slip in.
“Yeah.” Izuku sighs dreamily as he turns his head to look at the hero from his peripheral vision. His hand sneaks up to rub at the base of Katsuki’s skull as he continues rubbing his cockhead against Izuku’s sloppy hole.
“Turn around for me, wanna see ya when I fuck you.” He kisses behind his ear.
Izuku’s legs feel like lead but he does as he’s told and Katsuki lubes up his cock. Izuku drapes his arms over the hero’s shoulder and they give each other a slow kiss. Katsuki nips at Izuku’s lip as he slips inside. Katsuki, despite his rough personality, isn’t a complete asshole. Izuku is more than stretched enough for the hero to bottom out in one swift motion but he still slips inside inch by inch as he kisses Izuku breathless.
Katsuki pulls away once he’s bottomed out and kisses Izuku’s neck. By this point Izuku’s entire throat is purple.
“I’m ready, please, please fuck me!”
Izuku’s skin is enveloped by goosebumps when Katsuki’s breath leaves his nose in amusement against his skin. Then, Katuski practically growls when Izuku slyly tugs at a nipple.
“Cheeky shit!” He nips his throat and then pulls away to look at him for a moment. “Fuck, yer just so pretty, wanna keep lookin’ at ya.” He pulls Izuku’s head back against the glass by his hair and pulls out a bit before slipping back in. Izuku’s eyes lock onto the hero’s and Katsuki picks his pace up. Izuku’s glasses have gone a bit foggy but he can still see the way blond brows scrunch and sweat runs down a strong throat. Katsuki’s pace is brutal and Izuku feels himself stick to the glass but it doesn't matter because Katsuki is hitting exactly where he needs to be hitting. Oh my god .
“Ka-” Izuku tries to moan his name but he can’t even get the full word out before it’s just a guttural sound.
Katsuki bumps his nose against Izuku's jaw and sucks on him. He can feel Izuku’s legs giving out so he adjusts his grip on him and hoists him up. Izuku scrambles, his legs wrap around the hero’s waist and his hands scratch his back.
“Yes! Oh my god!” Izuku’s toes curl and his forehead rests against Katsuki’s shoulder. “Keep- hah- ”
Katsuki groans in his ear as he pants. “I got ya baby, I got ya, fuck!” He adjusts Izuku. “So fucking tight gonna fuckin’ bust if ya keep squeezin’ like that. Actin’ like a goddamn whore.”
Izuku lets out an airy laugh that turns into another sob as Katsuki physically pulls Izuku down around his cock with his arms alongside each thrust of his hips. “Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna-” Izuku’s whole body tenses and his heels dig into Katsuki’s back, the noise that leaves his throat is pure animal and Katsuki basks in it. A few breaths pass and Izuku begs for the hero to fill him up.
Katsuki bites Izuku’s shoulder as he moans, it’s rough, like sandpaper and so fucking hot. Izuku’s fingers pull the blond hair that's in his grip and Katsuki spills inside of him. Izuku’s amazed at how it just keeps coming.
“Yeah, never gonna let your tight little ass go.” Katsuki smirks as he fixes Izuku’s skewed glasses. “I can see it now, ‘Dynamight off the market? More on page six.’”
Izuku smiles dopily and Katsuki turns them around and walks them to his bedroom. He hooks his chin over Katsuki’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I fucked dynamight.”
Katsuki chuckles. “Mm, I’ll give ya ten to recover and then you’re gonna do it again.” He drops Izuku onto his mattress and Izuku can’t help but laugh, he’s so happy. Katsuki dives over him and peppers him in gentle kisses.
Then, like an absolute crazy person he licks up Izuku’s cheek who groans in disgust.
“Seriously? Are you five?” He wipes his cheek dramatically.
“8 inches, actually.” He smirks.
“Oh for the love of-”
Katsuki just cackles.
The next morning Izuku looks like he was mauled by a bear and he sips his morning coffee wearing Katsuki's hero suit shirt.