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Since graduation, the both of them decided to rent an apartment near Aldera High School. It's very normal and simple, and Katsuki despised that they have to rent a place that isn't on his standard.
The first month was hard for Izuku. His schedule as a sidekick for Miruko's training guild is from five in the morning to three in the afternoon. That's from Monday to Saturday.
Miruko doesn't offer a permanent place in her agency. She built it specifically for training newly graduated heroes. According to her, it's unfair that young students like Izuku and Katsuki were thrown into a war with only survival instincts saving them.
Katsuki had argued that they were trained well, but is also aware that barely two years of being in training wouldn't be enough, not for everyone. Sure, it worked for a lot of them, but not all.
So Miruko fought tooth and nails for months, visiting Hawks everyday at UA and at the Commissions’ headquarters for her training agency permit. She submitted requests of taking six months off of newly graduated students from hero academies, with the goal of training them in full-time, without the academics this time to divide their focuses and attentions. It took months before the commission even considered it, saying the three year hero course should be enough of training.
Miruko then argued that training under her tutelage is not mandatory. It's by choice of the newly graduated heroes. She said she'll also accept sidekicks to train in her agency. The Commission then ran a mock test of Miruko's plan, giving out papers to newly graduated heroes and see if they'll be interested. She got two hundred and twenty seven applications in the first day, the previous years' alumni also submitting their own.
The permission was given to Miruko within a month.
Half of the year above Izuku's and Katsuki’s went to Miruko's training guild. According to them, the training was intense.
That's what pulled Izuku to train under Miruko's tutelage.
Meanwhile, Katsuki decided to be one of Best Jeanist’s sidekicks. It's amazing, really, that in the first month of Katsuki's sidekick time, he was already on a mission with Edgeshot and Lemillion.
“He will be under 10 on ranks,” Miruko once said during Izuku's first day, the whole training ground halting to watch Dynamight blasting a metal building coming out from the ground.
Izuku watched, amazed, because that's Dynamight. That's Bakugou Katsuki, the one who bullied All for One to his defeat and demise. That was the hero who saved Allmight.
That's the hero who is becoming well known not just for his huge part in the war, but also his capability outside of the war.
That's Kacchan.
That's Izuku's Kacchan, Izuku thought to himself, even if Kacchan always go home with a frown and mumbling how much he hates their apartment.
Now, Katsuki has a different schedule. His starts from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon. They get to see each other and spend the latter part of the day together often, but Katsuki hates it. Because like stated earlier, they manage to see each other just often. They're busier these days, and Katsuki was peeved that he doesn't see Izuku 24/7.
Katsuki is supportive of his choices, though, so Izuku is mostly amused by Katsuki's complaints. He just really despises being away from Izuku for far too long, even if they see each other at night.
Because even after their respective training –for Izuku's part– and sidekick job –Katsuki's– they still tend to work. Paperworks, physical training, social arrangements, public appearances, their schedules are still packed.
Katsuki not taking the lack of time so well is an unexpected event for Izuku. He knows Katsuki thrives more than anyone and he prioritizes his hero career more than anything. Seeing Katsuki brooding is not on Izuku's gacha.
Of course, it elicits a chain of ugly and depressing events. Katsuki is not taking their distance and lack of time well, which made him brood and sulk. Which of course makes Katsuki embarrassed for even feeling that way, which prompts Katsuki to ignore Izuku full throttle.
It was cute on the first two days, and then Izuku got irritated when the third day he cooked food only for Katsuki to ignore him and locked himself in the bathroom for half an hour. Izuku almost punched the door if it wasn't for him sympathizing with Katsuki's frustration.
“It'll only be for a year,” he whispers against the door, wishing he's loud yet private enough for Katsuki to hear. “Then I'll join you at Best Jeanist’ agency. And we planned to go to Tokyo right? We're gonna build our own agency at Roppongi?”
There's a muffled sound of chortling behind the door before it opens, revealing a disheveled Katsuki.
“Because you want to go to clubs?” Katsuki asks, voice teasing.
Izuku grins. “Easy access.”
Katsuki barks a laugh. Finally relieved, Izuku turns around to go back to the kitchen. He yelps when a hand lands on his left ass cheek, the slapping sound muffled by the pants he's wearing.
“Kacchan!” Izuku turns around in mortification, cheeks tainting rose at the smirk on Katsuki’s face. “Will you please stop?! We're about to have dinner!”
Katsuki scoffs and walks past Izuku. “I've had you for dinner before. What's the difference?”
Izuku's so mortified he couldn't face Katsuki during dinner.
After that, the tension between them and inside their apartment seems to dial down. Katsuki's still miffed when they meet at the apartment only to separate for their individual home works and paper works.
The breakthrough happens on the first month's mark. It's Sunday, when he's at Miruko's gym for some afternoon light exercise, that the realization comes in.
They've moved in together for a month now. And Izuku realizes in the middle of the bench pressing 200 that he hasn't gotten laid in a month. Actually, six weeks, to be exact.
It was like something forced his eyes to open and had to stay awake, unblinking, watching the sharp obviousness in front of him.
He hasn't gotten laid in six weeks.
Katsuki hasn't gotten laid in six weeks.
This is bad, Izuku thinks, now panicking.
He's always been an affectionate and physical type of person towards Katsuki. Always clinging, always kissing and hugging it made even the most hopeless romantic person –Mina– cringe at them.
Katsuki always lets him, which surprises people. And katsuki's clingy too, enough for people to notice.
And Izuku realizes with a dreadful feeling in his stomach that aside from cuddling and making out at nights, they haven't had sex for six weeks.
Izuku doesn't like that thought. He definitely doesn't like that it's happening to them.
The fact that anything not happening to them is happening to them is such a mortifying idea.
Izuku suddenly got the urge to fix it.
He's so into his thoughts and spiraling in the middle of the gym that he missed the stay boomerang careening his way.
The arched plastic thing taps his head with a loud thwack, shocking the people around him.
“Midoriya-san! I'm so sorry!” The guy bows to him repeatedly, hands clenched to his sides, face pale.
But Izuku barely felt the throbbing pain on the back of his head. He can't acknowledge it, not when there's a more important pressing matter.
Izuku stands up sagely and turns to Miruko who is busy helping Kendo with a medicine ball.
“I will be signing off a little early today!” He informs, picking up his thermos and towel. “I'll do some jogging in the morning to make up for it.”
Miruko waves a hand to discard his explanation. “Do what you want, kiddo. Just make sure to eat your fiber in the morning! And no coffee!”
“Yes!”
“Midoriya-san! I'm sorry–”
Izuku grins at Itsuki –the guy who accidentally hit him with a boomerang– to appease the guy. He looks like he's going to faint.
“It's fine, it's fine!”
He runs to the locker room and winces when he slams it open too loudly, giving Denki a sheepish look. His friend looks like he's just done with the shower and now trying to air dry his body.
Izuku perks up.
“Are you still getting static on your skin?”
Denki whines at the reminder. “It's crazy, Izuku! Dr. Iketama said something about triboelectric! Something about the over-usage of quirk and now my skin would feel sensitive and I don't know what to do but he recommended mediation and now I'm here freezing my ass off! I think I'm getting permanent chicken skin!”
Izuku giggles and drops the bag beside Denki. His giggle fades when he looks at the clock.
He gulps.
Katsuki would be home this time. He's always at home doing paperworks every Sunday. Izuku loves Sundays because Katsuki would be typing and writing his paperworks and Izuku would sneak kisses and Katsuki would indulge him without looking away from his paperworks but his hand would be firm on Izuku's waist, squeezing his flesh with those destructive yet loving hands.
It feels so domestic. Izuku loves those kisses so much.
And he would get those kinds of kisses again once he gets home. Earlier than usual, but he thinks he can slither away from Katsuki's suspicion of why he's too early for the first time.
“I need to go home,” is what Izuku says, more to himself than anything.
He hears someone snickering, and his eyes widen when he realizes that he's still at the locker room and Denki is with him, now grinning at him with those sharp teasing eyes.
“Oh ho ho~ someone wants to hop on that dick.”
“Denki!”
Izuku starts shedding his clothes, bypassing shame at this point with countless times he stands naked in front of Denki. The only person he's comfortable being naked with, aside from Katsuki, that is.
Like him, Denki is born with a female's private parts and reproductive system. It's not like trauma-bonding, since prejudice and discrimination against intersex are decades behind. It's more of understanding each other.
Girls do get menstruation for a few days every month, while Izuku and Denki only get them for a day, two days maximum. And then extensive body pain for the next few days sans the blood discharge.
Now, Izuku can stand in front of Denki in his birthday suit. They used to giggle together about it.
“Don't be shy now,” Denki titters. “I know you want to go home as quick as possible because your boyfriend's at home. He has the same schedule as Todoroki, you know.”
Izuku sighs then gives Denki a look. “When will you date Shoto? I think he wants to, you know. Don't think I didn't notice that you went out for dinner last week.”
Denki waves a hand as if to dismiss his words, and Izuku will do only because he knows Denki gets shy about it. He has a healthy flush on his face, so Izuku lets it go.
“I haven't had sex with Kacchan for six weeks.”
“That's metal,” Denki deadpans. “No wonder Katsuki's all over the place at the group conversation. He kept on calling Eijirou fuckhead and he once called Momo factory . You didn't suck his dick, at least?”
Izuku whines then steps into one of the shower stalls.
“I plan to! Tonight,” Izuku admits.
He picks up the provided toiletries and thanks the deities for Miruko being thoughtful of her trainees.
He hears a sigh from the outside.
“I'm all dried up so I'm gonna get going now after putting on these clothes Miruko gave me. Apparently she asked Power Loader to make customized fabric that won't trigger the static much. If only she has a dick…”
Izuku guffaws that echo in the vicinity. “Stop saying things like that! She'll hear you!”
Before Denki leaves, he sings ‘suck well!’ to Izuku before slamming that door shut.
Izuku makes sure to scrub his body well, every corner of his body. His groin, underarm, his bum, the crease behind his ears, his ears and lobes, his toes –he scrubs them angrily, blushing all the way to his chest at remembering of Katsuki lapping at the inner side of his ankle while he fucked Izuku to death–, even his nipples aren't safe from him. He cleans them tenderly and bites his lower lip to avoid whimpering.
Once he's all clean, he towel-dries his body and puts his clothes on hastily. He knows it's silly to be this eager to go to Katsuki, considering they're in a very healthy relationship and sees each other regularly but he can't stop himself from missing his boyfriend.
He wants him so much, misses his touch so much beside the cuddling before they fall asleep. He can't really fault himself for feeling so in love with his boyfriend.
When he mounts his rental bicycle, Izuku almost hisses when he realizes that his underwear are damp. He's already wet and aroused just by the thought of going home and kiss and suck Katsuki's cock and if he's lucky, maybe throw a fuck there too.
It's already fifteen minutes after six when Izuku arrives at the apartment.
“I'm home!” He declares, kicking his shoes and dropping his keys on the small ceramic plate Shoto gifted them when he found out they're moving in together.
He hears foot padding until Katsuki emerges and stands at the genkan, a flipper spatula on hand.
“You're early.”
Izuku rolls his eyes and drops his bag on the floor.
“Oi! Pick that up–”
Before Katsuki can finish his words, Izuku is already pouncing on him.
He curls his arms on Katsuki's neck and stands on his toes, planting his mouth on Katsuki's and moaning at the familiar taste of tarty tea and honey. It mixes so well with Izuku's minty mouth after his shower and mouth care.
Strong arms curl around his waist and Katsuki kisses his lips deeper, groaning when he opens his mouth and welcomes Katsuki's tongue invading his mouth.
Rough hand slips under Izuku's pants and underwear, grabbing a handful of his bare ass. Izuku moans and opens his mouth wider, whimpering when Katsuki slips his tongue deeper inside.
After sucking his lower lip, Katsuki descends down to his chin with a low groan.
“Fuck,” Katsuki hisses. “You go home to me and attack me like that, we might make a baby before we have our agency.”
Izuku laughs quietly and pecks Katsuki's lips a few times. “I'm on birth control.”
Miruko insisted it, part of the contract and a must before she takes someone in. She doesn't like the hassle of dealing with unexpected pregnancies of her trainees, and she made sure of accepting only those who are certain with that decision.
It wasn't a no brainer that Izuku agreed so fast on that. Aside from it offering a five year long effectiveness, it was free.
Katsuki fucked him raw a week after that, so much that Izuku couldn't look at Katsuki without being embarrassed.
He loves having sex without condoms. They should be doing that instead of wasting six weeks not having sex.
“You're so damn horny, you nerd,” Katsuki mumbles with a small and quiet chuckle, nipping on Izuku's upper lip and poking the plump wet with his tongue.
“I miss so much. I rode my bike with wet underwear. I hope you know that,” he whispers. His lips ghost on Katsuki's skin, just under his ear, so enthralled at the shudder on his boyfriend’s skin when Izuku's wet lips touch such sensitive spots.
A hand squeezes Izuku's waist, firm enough for Izuku to be chastised and stands on his heels. He pulls back, putting his hands on Katsuki's chest instead.
And…
Oh wow, Izuku hasn't noticed, he's too busy getting his paws on Katsuki, that his boyfriend is wearing a rather fitted black shirt and he's wearing his wired glasses.
Izuku exhales and about to kiss Katsuki again, but Katsuki prevents that by squeezing Izuku's waist again and waves the flipper in front of Izuku.
Izuku frowns.
“When did we have that?” He asks, mildly confused.
“Today,” Katsuki replies. “I bought them earlier. Shopping with Mum and Auntie. Can't have you eating instant ramen and greasy food, yeah? So I bought teppan. It's small, but it'll do. I'm making okonomiyaki for dinner. Tons of vegetables.”
Izuku pouts and glares at Katsuki. “So this is why you dress like this.”
Katsuki looks down at his attire then frowns at Izuku. “What do you mean?”
Izuku rolls his eyes and slaps Katsuki's stomach, blushing when it makes a soft thudding sound, proof just how hard Katsuki's abs are.
“Gray pants? Fitted black shirt? And this!” Izuku points at the wired glasses. “You know you look hot and you go out looking like this?!” Izuku groans with a helpless smile. “So unfair. Please, have dinner with me looking like this.”
Katsuki barks a laugh then pats his buttcheek twice, before turning around to go back to the kitchen.
Izuku picks up his bag and drops it on the couch, smiling sheepishly when he catches Katsuki's displeased face.
“If you have your laptop or phone there,” Katsuki says, voice stern.
Izuku shakes his head and walks to the kitchen, leaning in to look at the small teppan at the kitchen counter.
“I thought you bought the whole thing,” Izuku says while leaning down a bit to look at their stove.
Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Just the pan. It's like cast iron but rectangular. Like a griddle.”
“How much was it?”
Katsuki shrugs, left eyebrow twitching when he thinks. “¥10,900.”
Izuku whistles. “Reasonable price. Not too cheap, not too pricey.”
Katsuki cuts the okonomiyaki into four then flips them one by one. Izuku watches this, amazed and a little in love.
It's so domestic. The sight of the bowl with the batter mixture, small bowls of toppings, a small container of bonito flakes, the half full kewpie mayonnaise and takoyaki sauce, the smell of frying batter on oil, the sound of sizzling in the kitchen…
Izuku's so in love.
He leans and kisses Katsuki's ear.
“I wanna suck your cock and choke on it.”
Katsuki inhales sharply and chokes on his own oxygen. He turns around from the pan and pats his chest, clearing his throat before he sends Izuku a small glare.
“Save that in the bedroom. I'll remind you later.”
Katsuki's voice is stern and firm. But Izuku is not afraid or intimidated. He gives Katsuki a sweet smile and pecks his boyfriend's lips. “I'll be sitting at the table and behaving.”
He can feel Katsuki watching his back as he walks to the table and sits. He pats the table for good measure, showing how ready he is for the dinner.
When he finally sits on the chair Katsuki usually takes, Izuku stares while his boyfriend arches a brow at him. If Katsuki notices the slight disobedience of his own words in regards of behaving, he doesn't say anything.
He just proceeds to cook the food.
The sizzle of the batter is loud in the kitchen, accompanied by the gritting sound of the flipper scraping on the teppan. Katsuki looks serious and he seems to enjoy shaping the batter into precise circles.
“Look at Kacchan…” Izuku whispers into space. Katsuki sends him one of his looks that is only reserved for Izuku. The kind that says ‘you are being weird but I'm not being weirded out’ kind of looks. Izuku grins wider. “You enjoy cooking a lot.”
“I enjoy moving a lot,” Katsuki corrects. “If I enjoy cooking, I would enjoy frying sausages and eggs.”
Izuku wants to argue that even setting the stove and the pan and splashing it with oil is already tons of moving, but halts when Katsuki pulls the plates and the disposable chopsticks they collected from buying ramen and food from Lawson.
“You're so useless,” Katsuki scoffs. Izuku from the past would have been hurt from the words, but now they just mean nothing, especially when Katsuki serves him the food first, and gives him the bigger piece. Katsuki slams the disposable chopsticks beside Izuku's plate with a mock glare. “Didn't even bother to prepare drinks.”
Izuku pulls the condiment tray to the middle, smiling at Katsuki while doing so.
“Now, I served some purpose.”
Katsuki's brow twitches, then he barks a laugh, his dimple beside his left corner lips showing. Katsuki stands up, stopping beside Izuku and just like a cog, Izuku tilts his head up to let Katsuki press a kiss on his lips, before he proceeds to the fridge and gets their drinks.
“What's yours?”
“Can you please check if I still have Doutor drinks there?”
Katsuki gives a hum.
Moments later Katsuki comes back and sits across him with a grunt, putting the carton box of Izuku's favorite chocolate drink, and a bottle of lemon water for Katsuki.
Izuku chortles when he sees the familiar yellow drink. “You're gonna spend a lot of time in the bathroom later.”
“I want to debloat!” Katsuki retorts, sounding defensive. Izuku only grins wider. “I gained three pounds since we moved in. It's not good for my mobility. Maybe after a year or so, I'm gonna bulk up intentionally. But not right now.”
Izuku hums, about to reply but stops himself when Katsuki's done setting the condiments.
Izuku clasps his hands and closes his eyes.
“Thank you for the meal,” he says, smiling when he hears Katsuki joining him in unison.
When he opens his eyes, he sees Katsuki already digging in.
Izuku reaches out then touches Katsuki's arm, thumb pressing on the lingering scars from that day.
“Do they hurt?”
Katsuki shrugs, settling on eating with his other arm and lets Izuku touch the other. “Sometimes. When it's extra cold. That's actually how I noticed that I gained weight. I thought it was just water weight. But my arms hurt when I was using the gauntlets.”
“Your arms feel heavy?” Izuku lets go of the arm then starts eating. He breaks the chopstick in half while Katsuki caresses his arm to erase the tingling aftermath of Izuku's touch.
“More like my body's heavier and my arms were too light. The gauntlets aren't suitable for my body weight. I jostled them around because I felt imbalanced.”
“So will you have fiber meals now?”
“And protein,” Katsuki then points his chopsticks at Izuku's plate. “This is the last time we'll eat greasy food. If I'm on a fiber diet, you are, too.”
“But Kacchan! Miruko will give me a different meal plan, you know!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “But who will prepare your meal? Me.”
“This time, my meals on me,” he protests, determined. Then he gives Katsuki a serious look. “It's so weird that you have to debloat. I thought you burn fats and have a healthy metabolism. I mean, it comes with your quirk.”
“Yeah, but since we moved in we didn't have time to cook for ourselves. We always order food. And this hurts to admit, but I eat snacks at midnight when I can't sleep.”
Izuku makes a shocked noise. “You stole my Kameda crackers!”
“They're expiring in two weeks!” Katsuki protests, throwing the chopstick pack on his nose. “You tend to forget that you're stashing snacks. I told you to not bring that hobby in here and left it in the dorm. We're not shitting yens, Izuku.”
“I promise. I'll eat all my snacks before they expire.”
“What about not buying too much snacks, instead?”
Izuku stuffs his mouth with food so he won't have to answer. Katsuki snickers at him before he too continues to eat.
After dinner, Izuku volunteers to clean the kitchen and wash the dishes while he leaves Katsuki to debloat himself in the bathroom.
Though Izuku still gives Katsuki a teasing smile while Katsuki glares at him before slamming the bathroom door at his laughing face.
When Izuku's done washing, Katsuki's still in the bathroom.
He's done towel drying the dishes and his hands when he enters their room and sees the light of the bathroom still on from the seam of the bathroom door.
Izuku knocks on the door and flattens his ear on the surface.
“Kacchan, are you done?”
“Do I look like I'm done shitting here– for fucks sake, I had too much of that fucking drink!”
Izuku giggles then kisses the bathroom door.
Very unhygienic, but something Katsuki would find very romantic once he finds out.
“I'll brush my teeth at the kitchen, okay? Love you.”
“I'm not dying!” Katsuki shrieks from the inside.
Izuku only laughs then goes to the kitchen to do his business.
He retrieves a new toothbrush and a packet of toothpaste they got from a hotel reservation last month. Izuku thanks the deities that Katsuki has this habit of collecting freebies and unused utensils.
When he comes back to their room, Katsuki's already beside the bed. He's standing in front of the drawer, rummaging for a tank top, Izuku assumes. His hair is wet, he probably took a shower too. He also still has the black shirt hanging on his neck, his soft back facing Izuku.
Smiling to himself, Izuku walks closer and hugs Katsuki from behind, nuzzling his cold back and smiling at the sight of tiny moles and a handful of healed pimples.
“You don't get pimples here anymore,” Izuku whispers, his lips pressed on Katsuki's back, and surely Katsuki feels his lips moving when he speaks. “You used to get them a lot last year.”
“Sweating too much and I think some side effects of medicine I had to take,” Katsuki says.
“It's hot.”
Katsuki huffs an amused laugh. He turns around to look at Izuku. “You think my acne marks are hot?”
“You're like, the most attractive person to me,” Izuku states like it'll explain his thought. “I think I still have a crush on you.”
Katsuki’s eyes crinkles when he laughs at Izuku's words. “Izuku, I've had my cock inside you.”
“Doesn't change the fact that I have a crush on you.”
Izuku must be looking so silly right now, blushing and so giddy touching Katsuki's naked torso, confessing that he has a crush on his boyfriend.
But any humiliation he feels are worth it, based on Katsuki's amused yet fond smile.
Izuku reaches for the black shirt hanging on Katsuki's neck and grimaces when he finds it wet.
“You used your shirt again? Forgot your towel again?”
“Just to dry my hair,” Katsuki explains. “It's not dirty, you know. Only wore it when I met Mum earlier. We didn't even go outside. She wanted to check out that new store inside the mall.”
“Hang the shirt outside the terrace.”
“Using my own words against me now, aren't you?”
Izuku grins cheekily then tiptoes to kiss Katsuki. “Join me in bed.”
Katsuki huffs but presses a kiss on his lips, too. “Can't. I have another report to finish. Just this last one then I'll go to bed.”
“And how long will I have to wait?”
Katsuki leans down and bumps his nose against Izuku, smirking when Izuku winces at the cold nose.
“Not too long. Sleep if you're tired.”
“I promised you a blowjob.”
At those words, Katsuki hums deeply and snatches Izuku's waist, pulling him closer until Katsuki's chin bumps into Izuku's nose.
“I'd like that,” Katsuki admits, head dipping down so he can catch Izuku's upper lip between his. “I'm up for that. Maybe later. I really have to finish this one paperwork. Best Jeanist wants me to qualify for the next mission, and I will only qualify if I show that I understand the details of the mission,” Katsuki rubs his hand on Izuku's waist and presses his forehead gently against Izuku's. “I want to make money as soon as possible. As much as I can. I want us to relocate to Tokyo. You still want that agency at Roppongi, right?”
Izuku hums and tiptoes to reach eye levels with Katsuki. “Very much so. I just hate that we don't have much time together. I mean, we see each other everyday. We have dinners every night. And we cuddle before sleep. But I feel like we haven't talk for so long. Or that you haven't touched me in an intimate way. Me too, I suppose. I haven't touched you in an intimate way, even if I want to. Every time. Somehow, even if we're in the same place in this apartment, it feels like we're not spending those times together. Not enough. It's not enough for me.”
Katsuki's already smiling halfway through Izuku's words. He pinches the fringes of Izuku's hair, the dark green strands soft between his fingers.
“You know,” Katsuki starts, amusement already dripping from his tone. “This is the kind of greed we've seen in the bible.”
“Kacchan, we're buddhists,” Izuku deadpans.
Katsuki snickers and flicks Izuku's forehead. Izuku winces and clasps his reddened skin, glaring at Katsuki's shit eating smirk.
“That's not the point, you idiot,” Katsuki says then pats Izuku's hip and butt. “Come on, sleep. Rest. Don't wait for me.”
“You said you won't take long.”
“I said I only have one last piece of paperwork. I'm not saying I won't take long.”
Izuku almost pouts, trying to entice Katsuki with another kiss but Katsuki's already pulling away. Before Izuku knows it, Katsuki's already opening the door.
He spends a few seconds glaring at the door, the sound of it closing teasing Izuku of what he's going to miss.
Annoyed, Izuku jumps on the bed and digs his face on the pillow.
What a disaster. Embarrassing.
He had a shower at the gym in hope of serving himself clean and fresh for Katsuki only to be greeted by his boyfriend cooking. Of course, there's nothing wrong with domesticity. He's always loved being cherished by Katsuki.
Okay, he's going to pass on that. Katsuki was being sweet, even letting Izuku sit and wait for the food and serving him, which he knows Katsuki likes to do.
But then, he propositioned Katsuki! He told him he wanted to suck his cock, and Katsuki told him to hold it for later. Izuku even told him he rode his bicycle with wet underwear, indicating how much he wants Katsuki. It's so humiliating and Katsuki decides to leave him here.
Though, Izuku understands Katsuki. If he was in his boyfriend’s shoes, he would do the same.
Izuku turns to his back, his body wiggling on the bed.
“I will wait. It's not like he'll take forever.”
That's the last thought Izuku has in mind before he drifts into darkness.
•••
When Izuku wakes up, it feels like the skin in contact to the bed feels heavy, making him almost reluctant to even shuffle to his side or turn around. There's heaviness on his waist and thighs, but it doesn't register yet.
He tries to stretch his limbs but finds his arms rather trapped. One under his weight and the other…
He turns his head and realizes why he feels so cocooned.
In the middle of sleeping, it seems like Katsuki has tucked Izuku in his embrace. Izuku's head is under his chin, nuzzling his neck, hugging him tight and his leg and arm draped all over Izuku.
Warmth spreads through Izuku's body and his chest tightens for a moment. Katsuki's hold is firm yet tender, Izuku just wants to bury himself more despite their already closeness.
He hums and tilts his head, kissing Katsuki's chin. Then, as slowly as he can, he turns around, pushing Katsuki's arm away from his body. He feels guilty for doing so, so he takes Katsuki's arm and kisses the inside of his wrist, mentally apologizing for taking off his hold on Izuku. It feels like a huge loss, and it also feels embarrassing that Izuku thinks so.
It's just a hold. Why does he feel so guilty and gutted taking Katsuki's arm off him? It's ridiculous.
Katsuki groans in sleep, loud and guttural, then shuffles and wiggles until he's on his back, dead to the world.
Izuku huffs in amusement. Katsuki's always been a heavy sleeper. And because of the mentally exhausting paperworks he has to finish, he's probably sleeping like he's under a heavy rock. If Katsuki's palms somehow explode, Izuku has no doubt Katsuki will sleep on it. It's happened before.
Smiling to himself, Izuku taps the bedside table and finds the clock. He taps the button and the clock shows the time in dim light.
It's eleven minutes past one in the morning.
“Is it an angel number? Is it considered an angel number?” Izuku mumbles to himself.
He sighs then lies on his back, staring at the ceiling.
Okay. Now he can't go back to sleep.
He groans when he realizes that he's now having a hard time resting his consciousness, now fully awake. He used to count sheep to relax his body and tire his brain. It used to help him succumb to sleep. But it's been over a year since he's done that. The last time he remembers doing that was when he was horrified at those lewd dreams –apparently not really dreams if they were happening– and had to count sheep just to get to the point of being sleepy.
Now, he stares at the ceiling not even pretending to count.
Izuku groans and shifts to his side, frowning while staring at Katsuki.
“Lucky you, you gremlin,” he whispers.
A smile slowly makes its way into his face as he stares at Katsuki. It doesn't really get tiring, seeing Katsuki like this.
Izuku shifts closer and nuzzles Katsuki's side of neck until the under of his ear, now grinning at being able to be so close to Katsuki, even after these months of dating. He just really loves being close to his boyfriend.
“Hmmm…” He hums when he presses his nose, his lips bumping on the warm skin.
Not enough. Not close enough.
Can't get enough, he can't be near enough, Izuku thinks.
He wraps his arm around Katsuki and drapes his thigh on Katsuki's waist, embracing his boyfriend as much as he can while he digs his face on Katsuki's neck.
Presses of lips turns to intentional kisses, the yearning in Izuku's chest is gaping, wide, wanting to be filled with Katsuki's touch and scent.
Groaning, Izuku slowly raises his body on top of Katsuki's until he's lying fully on Katsuki, now both of his arms hugging and touching Katsuki's torso. His hands touch the familiar fabric of his boyfriend's tank top, one that's too worn out from frequent use, one that Izuku has taken off of Katsuki's body more than once.
He's had this tank top since they were fifteen, Izuku vaguely realizes. It stretched as time passed by, accommodating Katsuki's physical growth.
Izuku has fisted this very tank top amidst fist fights and training, and has felt Katsuki's sweat from it.
It feels like Katsuki's second skin at this point.
Nosing down to Katsuki's chest until his nose bumps into the thick neckline of the cloth, Izuku touches the hem of the tank top and plays with it, fingering the fabric until his greedy hands decide they can't get enough. He creeps his hands under the tank top and sighs when his hands finally come in contact with Katsuki's skin.
He can't help the groan of both satisfaction –he's wanted to feel Katsuki hours ago– and frustration –he's wanted to feel Katsuki forever ago–.
Throwing all the precaution and hesitation away, Izuku palms Katsuki's torso up to his ribs, down to his defined abdomen, up to his chest which he can't help but squeeze. Katsuki has a very attractive pair of chests.
He thumbs the nipples, presses his fingers to feel the rough yet soft pebbles.
Katsuki shifts in his sleep with a groan, deep from his chest.
Izuku exhales and leans back to sit on Katsuki's hips. He's fully straddling Katsuki now, sitting his bum on Katsuki's crotch.
“Kacchan, wake up,” he whispers. He shifts until his legs are bent and fully framing Katsuki's hips, his hands splayed on Katsuki's torso.
He bundles up the tank top until Katsuki's chest is fully exposed.
Like this, from above, Izuku feels faint. Katsuki looks so desirable like this.
“Kacchan…” Izuku whispers again, breathy and a gasp on the tail end of his voice.
He tilts his head up. Eyes closed, mouth gaping, Izuku rolls his hips and gasps at the feeling of Katsuki's half hard bulge rubbing on his ass.
Heaven above, he wants Katsuki's cock inside him. He wants it so bad.
Izuku, shaking with lust, rearrange his position until his clothed cunt is just rightfully positioned on top of Katsuki's cock.
A loud moan erupts from Izuku's mouth the moment he sits and rubs his crotch against Katsuki's. His clit is just on the right position, the arch of his back low enough that his clit will be rubbed exactly how he wants it.
“Hngh…” Izuku bites his lower lip and continues to rut against Katsuki. He rolls his hips, huffs when the hood of his clit catches on the fabric of his slicked panties.
He rubs himself on Katsuki until the cock under his cunt turns from half-hard to fully hard, even throbbing.
It's when he hears a deep moan that Izuku stops rutting to look down at Katsuki.
His boyfriend is still asleep, but there's a slight furrow in his brows and his mouth is slightly open. Deep sighs are coming out of Katsuki's mouth.
Izuku then feels Katsuki shifting until him, hips moving lazily, as if looking for something.
Gulping loudly in the silent room, Izuku slowly grinds his cunt again and moans out loud when Katsuki whimpers in his sleep.
“Ahh…” A moan slides out of Katsuki's lips. “Ahhh… Wha….”
Izuku bites back a whimper and thrusts fast, feeling his panties soaking now and sliding against his cunt with how wet he is.
“Ah, ah, Kacchan… Kacchan, wake up!” Izuku whimpers in a small voice, voicing his need for Katsuki to wake up but keeping himself quiet subconsciously.
Katsuki is moaning now, hips moving uncoordinatedly, and his head turns as if trying to dig his face on the bed.
Izuku hisses when grinds too hard. He just feels how hard Katsuki is but not inside him. It feels empty inside him.
He needs to see Katsuki's cock and touch it.
Even if his body is screaming at him to not leave Katsuki's body, he slides down the bed until his knees reach the edge. He reaches for Katsuki's legs and pry them open, wide enough so Izuku can situate himself in between.
He's already huffing when he finally faces Katsuki's crotch, now the cock more noticeable under the pants.
Not wasting another second in case he hesitates, Izuku pulls down Katsuki's sweat pants and moans at the sight of the cock, now wet from the tip.
It's already hard, wet, and it looks so much bigger when it's near his face.
Izuku's never a fan of blowjobs. He's tried a few times before, but he never gets the hang of it. Katsuki says it's okay, that he doesn't mind, and Izuku believes him.
But sometimes, Izuku would wonder how it would feel to have Katsuki's cock inside his mouth. They never really got any chance to try because Katsuki prefers fingering and eating him out and loves to hump Izuku's cunt. The chance of trying to suck Katsuki's cock never comes up again.
The first time Izuku tried, Katsuki came so quickly and spurt cum all over his face. The second time was a few days after graduation. Izuku can only suck the head before curses flew out of Katsuki's mouth. He was too impatient and pounded Izuku's cunt for the rest of the night. Izuku was so ashamed the next day, being the subject of Mitsuki’s knowing glances.
It never came up again.
And now…
Now, Izuku thinks it's an abomination that he hasn't taken a thorough look at Katsuki's cock. It's not scarily large, but also not average. Katsuki once said he's seven and a half inches, when Denki once asked if a vagina can even take longer than five inches and Katsuki proudly declared ‘I got seven and half. Izuku doesn't have a problem with it’ .
Thing is, it doesn't look like just seven and a half. It looks bigger up close, almost longer than Izuku's face. It's also warm, even without skin contact, Katsuki's crotch area is warm.
It's not too dark. It actually looks a little rosy pink. And it has few angry veins.
Gulping, Izuku reaches out a hand tentatively.
The first touch is not so strange, considering he's touched Katsuki's cock before, but he's never been so intimate and close like this. He's had it inside him, but he never really got a closer look.
Now he kind of regrets not appreciating this part of katsuki.
Staring at the cock, Izuku gives the first stroke. Katsuki moans and his hips twitch, giving Izuku a brief scare but not letting go of the cock.
He takes a look at Katsuki and sees him frowning, but still asleep.
Good.
Licking his lips, Izuku tries again.
It's so warm. And thick. He can't believe his small cunt can take something so big like this.
He continues stroking the cock, tentative at first, until he gets the hang of it.
His arm starts to strain but Izuku doesn't dare stop, especially when pearly translucent drops of cum start to ooze out of the slit of Katsuki's cock.
Izuku thumbs the slit and Katsuki's hips jump. But he doesn't stop. He continues to stroke Katsuki's cock until pre-cum ooze out of the slit.
He focuses on the head, deep pink and shiny with cum. It continues to ooze pre-cum as Izuku's stroke doesn't even halt for a moment.
And Izuku just stares. And stares.
And then he thinks it's time.
Leaning forward, Izuku opens his mouth and engulfs the sticky and warm head.
Katsuki moans above him, whole body vibrating that Izuku feels it through his mouth. He moans and closes his eyes, a hand on the base of Katsuki's cock while he familiarizes himself with Katsuki's cock inside his mouth.
He licks the head, groaning at the tarty sweet and salty taste. His hand moves up and down while he sucks on the head. The warm muscle inside his mouth feels like an overlarged tongue, thicker and harder. Izuku thinks cockhead almost feels like the muscle under the tongue, spongy and firm.
When he doesn't feel as stuffy anymore, he braves himself and swallows deeper, groaning when a couple of centimeters enters his mouth.
Not too bad. Izuku actually feels kind of heady. He can feel his eyes getting lidded. And he feels kind of loopy.
He sucks his cheeks to make a hollow passage, to get it tighter, and tries his best not to let his teeth touch the skin. A couple Bob of his head then he tries deeper.
It touches his throat, but he finds it bearable. Now, he starts bobbing his head.
Slowly, he tells himself. He drops his head slowly, then leans back with a wet smack of his lips. Then again. And again.
He's sucking Katsuki's cock.
The cock that has fucked his cunt. The cock that is attached to Katsuki, to the man he loves. The cock of the man he loves the most.
And he finds it so fucking lewd and arousing, sucking Katsuki's cock– that another gush of wetness ooze out of his cunt.
He moans pathetically, then swallows the cock again. It feels so long inside his mouth, reaching the back of his throat, and what he can't swallow he strokes with his hand.
Then he bobs his head, and it feels so fucking good that he purposely gawk on it, making choking sound for the sake of sucking cock.
He's so focused on it that he doesn't care for his surroundings, he gasps in shock on fingers grip his hair and shoves his head down.
He chokes for real, even if the hand stroking the base prevents him from shoving the cock entirely inside his mouth.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!”
He looks up through wet lashes and finds Katsuki's eyes wide open, but he's looking at the ceiling. His neck is red, and his chest is fully exposed. His arms are straining from reaching down, his hands tight on Izuku's head.
He moans at the sight, and the sound gives a vibration that Katsuki can't ignore. He looks down and groans out loud at the sight of Izuku's mouth stuffed with his cock.
“Fuck– Izuku, you're gonna kill me here!” He hisses, teeth grinding and brows furrowed from euphoria. “Oh fucking– goddammit!”
Izuku moans again and laps his tongue on the underside of Katsuki's cock, prompting Katsuki to moan and cant his hips.
Izuku taps Katsuki's arms until he takes a hold of each, before he starts bobbing his head again.
Curses fly out of Katsuki's mouth, groaning and loud moans unrestrained. His legs kick beside Izuku and he reaches down to pat them, soothing them, while he continues to engulf whatever he could.
“Izuku– fuck, baby– it's so good, so good, fuck! Oh god, yesyesyes!”
Katsuki digs his head on the pillow, gasping, and then he's pulling on Izuku's hair.
Izuku pulls off with a loud gasp of his own.
“Kacchan–”
He doesn't get to finish talking because Katsuki's pulling him up until their faces are close, then Katsuki captures his mouth for a filthy kiss. Both of them are moaning and groaning at the sound of wet mouth's colliding.
Katsuki bites his lower lip before he kisses down Izuku's neck, biting there too leaving Izuku moaning and smacking his hands on Katsuki's exposed chest.
“Kacchan! Don't bite!”
“Fuck you!” Katsuki hisses then tugs on Izuku's shirt. He starts tugging on the hem, undressing Izuku with such haste. “I woke up with you sucking my soul out of my cock and you think I won't fucking bite you?! Fuck you, I'll eat you alive!”
Then Katsuki pushes Izuku to the bed, then crawls just behind Izuku. With a bit of manhandling, Katsuki arranges Izuku's position until he's on all fours.
Izuku's heartbeat picks up.
Will Katsuki fuck him on his knees? They've never done this before. It's something Izuku's enjoyed thinking about before, he's entertained it before. But Katsuki loves seeing his face while fucking, the sentimental gremlin.
Did the blowjob really push Katsuki's most sensitive buttons? When he said he doesn't mind Izuku not liking fellatio, he knew his boyfriend wasn't lying. Katsuki wouldn't lie to him about that? So what does this mean? Was Izuku's mouth so phenomenal that he woke something inside Katsuki?
“Kacchan–”
“Shut up,” Katsuki growls from behind. “What the fucking hell possessed you doing something like that? Sucking my cock– fuck!”
“I told you,” Izuku rasps, breathing heavily. “I told you, I wanted to suck your cock. You told me you wanted it later. I just… I wanted to try it, Kacchan.”
“You should've woke me up.”
“Didn't stop you from eating my cunt before.”
Katsuki curses again before he pulls Izuku's shorts off of his body. It's a bit of a struggle, he doesn't want Izuku to move too much. After Izuku's completely naked, clothes thrown away somewhere in the room, Katsuki pulls his hips closer until its raised in the air.
Izuku looks behind his shoulder. He moans when he sees Katsuki kneeling beside him, tank top and sweatpants completely off of his body. He bites his lower lip at the thought that after weeks, they're naked again in the presence of each other.
Katsuki's stroking his cock, heaving breathing making his chest move. His other hand is groping Izuku's hip and waist, down to his ass cheek that he squeezes before he smacks a soft slap on it.
Izuku cries and his hips jerk uncontrollably.
What the hell is that?!
“Kacchan! What the fuck?!”
Katsuki scowls at him. “You fucking sucked my cock. I can't believe you sucked my cock, you fucker!” Katsuki lets go of his cock then pulls Izuku closer, hiking his hips up while Katsuki crouches behind him. “Now, be quiet. I'm gonna feast on your cunt.”
“Wait–”
“Payback.”
Izuku squeals and grips the bedding when Katsuki grips his hips tighter, his hips on its highest position that his knees can accommodate.
A finger prods between his pussy lips and Izuku can't help but moan. He drops his head on the pillow and tries to move his hips, prompting Katsuki's finger to dip deeper inside his cunt.
The slide is so fucking smooth.
“You're so wet,” Katsuki whispers. Izuku moans when he feels warm air fanning his wet cunt. “Fuck, you weren't lying when you said you were wet going home here, huh? You wanted me so bad, you're so fucking wet. You smell so pungent here. Fuck, Izuku.”
Two fingers slide between his pussy lips, barely grazing his clit that Izuku just knows Katsuki avoids intentionally.
“You smell sweet. Too fucking sweet.”
Izuku moans when those two fingers plunges inside him, fucking inside him leisurely. “I– pineapples,” he gasps. “Juice. Oh god, Kacchan, faster!”
The fingers fuck inside him faster, knuckles touching inside his walls. Has Katsuki's fingers always been this thick? Does it always reach this deep? Or is it the new position?
“So your diet benefits me too, huh?” Katsuki mumbles before he withdraws his fingers. “You're so fucking wet I can just fuck my cock inside you and I'll just slide inside without you whining about being slow.”
Izuku still whines at that. “Kacchan, please.”
“ Please what?”
“Please, eat my cunt.”
Katsuki barks a laugh before he presses his lips under the perk of Izuku's ass. He opens his mouth and gives a very wet lick on it.
Loud moans come out of Izuku and he presses his hips back, bumping Katsuki's head who doesn't protest. Instead he touches both of Izuku's ass cheeks and thumbs the fat outer lips of Izuku's cunt and spreads it open.
“Ahh!” Izuku wails when a wet muscle prods inside his cunt. Katsuki doesn't give him much time to prepare when he just licks and licks inside the wet cavern, his right thumb going lower to press on his bladder opening and clit, caressing the wet and sticky muscle.
Izuku can't help but rock his hips back. He's fully aware of fucking himself on Katsuki's face, riding the face who loves to dives in between his thighs.
Katsuki gives a very wet, thick lick on his cunt and sucks his cunt lips.
It's so fucking euphoric, Izuku feels like he's going crazy.
Katsuki continues to eat his cunt, adding those two fingers playing with his lips before they plunge inside. Index and middle finger fucking him while the thumb continues to assault his clit.
He's on the brink of coming, just few more lick and thrusts of those fingers–
Hands grips Izuku's ass cheeks and spreads them so open, and he shouts and twisted on the bed when Izuku licks from his cunt hole to his ass, the flat of Katsuki's tongue tickling the sensitive curly skin on his ass.
“Ah, gods! Kacchan! Kacchan, oh my gods!” Izuku wails while twitching, sprawled on the bed after a very powerful orgasm. He can feel his cunt throbbing, his clit pulsing.
Katsuki pats his plank for a poor attempt at comfort. Izuku weakly swats away the hand, huffing when Katsuki chuckles at him.
“Don't touch me,” he whines, looking away and digging his face on the bed. “I hate you so much.”
“You don't.”
He both hates and loves how confident Katsuki is with his answer. He hates that it's the truth, he's so annoyed that Katsuki tried and succeeded on one upping him. And he loves how confident Katsuki is that Izuku doesn't really hate him.
Hands touch his thighs and gropes, fingers playing with the inside of his them and thumbs caressing his groin.
A groan rolls out of Katsuki's mouth and he grins, leaning down to bump his nose against Izuku's in a weird angle, with Izuku still lying on his stomach and right cheek digging on the bed in attempt to hide his face.
“Can I kiss you? Let me kiss you, Izuku.”
Katsuki's voice is tinged with quiet desperation, sweet and fondness laced with lust.
Izuku groans, pushing Katsuki away weakly and hides his face under his forearm.
Katsuki chuckles and pries it away, dropping a kiss on his now exposed left side of his face.
“I miss you so much,” Katsuki whispers. “I can't believe we haven't had sex in six weeks.”
Izuku perks up at that. “You're counting too?”
Katsuki arches a brow. “I'm obsessed with you. Why wouldn't I?”
Izuku giggles and tries to turn his body around but Katsuki is too close. He only successfully hump Katsuki's cock with his ass, prompting Katsuki to moan and drops his head on Izuku's shoulder while he slowly gyrates his hips to relieve himself.
“I know we see each other a lot. But I miss being intimate with you.”
Izuku hums at the admission. He sighs when he raises his ass, biting his lower lip when Katsuki starts humping the cleft of his ass.
“Wanna fuck you like this,” Katsuki mumbles. “I remember– fuck– Todoroki once said it'll feel good if I fuck you like this.”
“Like what?” Izuku rasps.
“Like this,” Katsuki emphasizes his words with pressing his hips lower, trapping Izuku at the bed. “Fucking you while you're stomach flat on the bed.”
“Yes,” Izuku agrees with a nod. “Wherever the hell he found that out.”
There's a chuckle on his shoulder before a kiss is pressed rather tightly on his shoulder blade.
“I'll fuck you like this. Then maybe on your knees, too.”
Izuku moans and drops his head on the bed, reaching for a pillow to hug when things get too much. He barely rest his head on the pillow when he squeals at the feeling of Katsuki's cock pressing against his ass.
“Oh gods oh gods, Kacchan, wait!”
Katsuki kisses his nape. “I'm not fucking your ass tonight, don't worry. But fuck, I want to. You look so fucking hot, you don't have any idea. Even if you're wearing a fucking raincoat, my cock will still be hard for you. Can you feel me?”
Izuku nods vigorously, his hips raising subconsciously while Katsuki's cock, hard as rock and wet, starts pressing on his cunt.
“Ah! Ah! Ah gods, Kacchan!” Izuku whines when Katsuki successfully pops his cockhead inside.
It's impossible how Katsuki's cock feels so much bigger like this. He's not even fully inside yet.
“Relax, baby,” Katsuki whispers with a groan. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight, fucking–”
Izuku raises his hips until his knees are propped on the bed, thighs open and waist high enough for Katsuki to fuck him.
Hands wrap around his waist and fingers dig on his skin.
“God, you're so hot.”
Izuku notes the whine in Katsuki's voice. The cock inside him feels so big and he wants to join Katsuki's whines because he wants it inside and Katsuki isn't fucking him yet.
“Please, Kacchan, put it in, please,” he sobs, gripping the pillow under him.
“Yeah,” Katsuki exhales and presses more of his cock. A loud groan with a followed hiss resonate in the room as he fucks his cock inside Izuku. “Oh fuck, shit, gods, I love you, Izuku.”
A giggle rolls out of Izuku's mouth amidst moaning, eyes going lidded and rolling on the back of his head when Katsuki starts thrusting.
“Ahhh…” Izuku's thighs quiver in pleasure, his torso twitching when the cock reaches him deeper than ever. “Kacchan! Ahh! Harder!”
Katsuki doesn't answer, doesn't ever swear, but he grips Izuku's waist and fucks his hips harder and faster, hips faltering when Izuku cries and lets out a litany of ‘ah, ah, ah!’ at every thrust.
Toes curling, Izuku digs his face on the pillow to muffle his noises, but his whole body only burns in humiliation and arousal at the wet sound of Katsuki's cock entering and pulling out of his cunt. The wet and loud sound of skin slapping and the hard breathing from behind.
Katsuki's being awfully quiet, which is weird. He's always as loud and more talkative than Izuku when they're fucking.
Izuku pulls away from the pillow, biting his lips and trying not to be arouse at the fact that his body's bobbing up and down, rocking on the bed with how hard Katsuki's fucking his cunt.
He looks over his shoulder to check his boyfriend and almost comes at the sight of Katsuki's wide eyes, mouth wide open, brows furrows while he's staring down at where his cock is disappearing and appearing from Izuku's cunt.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Kacchan!” Izuku cries, legs twitching. One of his hands reaches out and touches Katsuki's abs. He groans when Katsuki takes a hold of his wrist and starts jackhammering his cunt.
Izuku wails and tears starts to bream on his eyes, drool on the corners of his mouth as he can't even gulp from moaning too much.
“Fuck, can you hear your cunt?” Katsuki hisses. “You're so fucking loud, fuck, look at my cock!”
Katsuki pulls out and rolls Izuku on his back, pushing Izuku's left thigh to open hi up.
He looks down at Katsuki, who starts to fuck his his cock inside again.
Izuku's stomach quiver and he sobs while watching Katsuki's cock fucking inside him. There's a frothing cum surrounding the base of Katsuki's cock.
Gods, it's so obscene.
“Look at you.” Katsuki starts to fuck faster and looks up at air, eyes close and moaning and gasping. “I'm not gonna last.”
Izuku whimpers and reaches for his clit, whining when his fingers roll the sensitive nub. His hips jump and he feels his cunt squeezing, prompting Katsuki to curse and grinds his hips deeper when he can't pull out.
“Inside?” Katsuki asks.
Izuku shakes his head, which he doesn't really mean to. He shook his head from being overstimulated. He thinks he came again in the middle of fucking and now he's coming again for the third time, and it's being too much for him.
“I'm gonna pull out,” Katsuki hisses, voice full of pleasure.
Izuku whines and about to protest, but his third orgasm shakes him and makes him thrash, his body twitches so hard he kicks Katsuki's sides while he gasps and gasps from coming.
He barely register when Katsuki pull out and starts stroking his cock on top of his belly, groaning and moaning while his other hand reaches down to play with Izuku's clit.
Whining, Izuku swats Katsuki's hand on his cunt and the one stroking his cock.
“What the fuck–”
Before Katsuki finishes his words, Izuku moves quickly until he's all fours in front of katsuki. He doesn't waste another second and wraps his mouth around Katsuki's cock.
“Fuck! Shit, fuck! Izuku, love, oh gods!” Katsuki's hips are shaking violently while Izuku looks up, bobbing his head.
It tastes different. Maybe it's the sweetness Katsuki's talking about. Maybe. It's sweet and tarty. This is the taste of his cunt that Katsuki's was fucking with this very cock now currently inside Izuku's mouth.
Fuck.
Izuku moans when his body shivers from another round of arousal. Above him, Katsuki's cursing and gripping his hair, clearly restraining himself.
Izuku can't have that.
He pulls away from Katsuki's cock and licks it. Then he says, “fuck my mouth, Kacchan. Come inside my mouth.”
Katsuki's eyes widen, clearly about to deny him. But he's already engulfs Katsuki's cock and starts moaning around it, bobbing his head while his head starts to become loopy again.
It's maybe the orgasm coming, because Katsuki curses so loud as if throwing every precaution in his body and he grips Izuku's hair and just starts to fuck Izuku's mouth so deep his nose meet the blond hair of Katsuki's crotch.
Gurgling gagging and muffled choking sound, some few rapid thrusts and Katsuki's moaning out loud, unloading his cock and balls inside Izuku's mouth.
His balls hit Izuku's chin every twitch of his hips, and it's so hot Izuku feels himself coming untouched.
It's Katsuki who pulls away and slumps on the bed, legs shaking and heaving, his nose letting out loud whistling sounds every exhale.
Izuku gulps and starts to crawl over Katsuki. Ignoring their sweaty skins and other body fluids, he hugs his boyfriend and sags with a sigh.
“Holy shit.”
Izuku giggles and hugs Katsuki tighter, who hugs him too and pats his hair.
“What's gotten into you?” Katsuki asks after his breathing returns to normal. “Last time I saw you, you were dead asleep and then you what? Woke up and decided to suck my cock?”
Izuku shrugs and groans when he lays on top of Katsuki. “A quick shower, Kacchan. And I'm thirsty.”
Katsuki rolls his eyes, pushes him and stalks off the bed to go to the bathroom. The sound of the faucet opening and water running fills the room. Izuku tries to crane his neck to look at Katsuki, the open door of the bathroom giving him a full view of Katsuki's naked glory.
“Can you stand?” Katsuki asks, his words echoing.
“Can't!” Izuku yells back. “But let me rest for a minute. I can't feel my knees.”
That seems to worry Katsuki who walks to the door and leans on the frame, checking on him. “They're numb?”
Izuku barely fights back a roll of his eyes. “I'm fine. Just usual sex numbing stuff.”
“If you feel numb after sex, maybe we injured you.”
“We?”
“You wanted it.”
“You manhandled me?!” Izuku squeaks.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and walks outside of the room. Izuku ogles his boyfriend's ass.
While waiting, he wiggles his legs and grins when he can move them again, the tiny prickling needles feeling on his limbs now gone.
When Katsuki comes back, he has water bottles and a pack of mochi for him, which Izuku beams about. He sits and grimaces at the feeling of wetness between his thighs smearing on the bed cover.
Seeing his reaction, Katsuki clicks his tongue and reaches out to pat his head, messing up his already messy hair with a tired and fond smile. “Let's go take a shower. Naturally I'll be finished first and I'll have time to change the sheets.”
“We can always sleep on the couch.”
“Why would we sleep on the couch? You're not that lazy.”
“I just had the best sex of my life, though!” He whines.
He almost smiles when he sees Katsuki's lips twitch, but his boyfriend only snicker and pulls away.
“Come on, eat that. So we can get rid of this mess you made.”
Izuku huffs and pops the mochi inside his mouth, chewing them as quick as he can so he can join Katsuki for a shower.
After drinking half a bottle of the water, he stands up and leaves Katsuki who is gulping down his own bottle.
Izuku's already soaking under the shower when Katsuki joins him.
“Ugh, I fucking hate showering with others.”
“Hey!” Izuku chastises, mildly offended. “If you love me, you'll think showering with me is a privilege! Be grateful!”
“Oi, don't think so highly of yourself!” Katsuki roasts back. “I love you, you love me. Don't think I'm going to treat you like you're some million yen breed of dog.”
“But you do treat me like a shiba inu.”
“Shiba inus are cute.”
“Kacchan!”
Izuku huffs and pushes Katsuki to the shower, who laughs at his forlorn face. Katsuki, like he said, quickly finishes showering in a few minutes, leaving Izuku who has to clean himself inside and out. He grimaces when he starts washing his private parts with water, shuddering when he touches his sensitive clit. He doesn't get aroused though. He's completely satiated from the last romp and his limbs are starting to feel strained.
He cleans his cunt as much as he can, wincing at the slight burning feeling of being stretched but it's tolerable.
Once done cleaning his private parts, he starts soaping his body and makes sure that he doesn't have any lingering body fluid on his skin. He also shampooed his hair, scrubbing them thoroughly. Rinsing feels so good he sighs deeply and suddenly longs for the waiting soft bed outside. After that, he towels dry himself as fast as he can.
He's about to open the door and leave when he remembers he has to wash his mouth. He's eaten sweet, Katsuki gave him strawberry flavored mochi, and he's used his mouth in some major filthy ways. He brush his teeth and even use mouthwash, trying not to think about his gag reflex when he almost choke using tongue scraper.
When he deems himself thoroughly clean and passable to sleep with –in Katsuki's standard, though he doubts Katsuki will kick him out if he sleeps with him sweaty and musky– he comes out of the bathroom with a fluffy towel covering around his hips.
The bed sheet is new, even the pillow cases are new. There's a new pair of jersey shorts, panties, and a shirt on the bed.
Katsuki's on the bed in a boxer shorts and plain white shirt, glasses on, typing on his phone. Izuku grins and jumps on the bed, ignoring Katsuki's irritated groan. He embraces Katsuki and kisses his cheek a few times before he crawls back beside his clothes.
Humming to himself, Izuku drops the towel on the floor and reaches for his underwear. He unrolls it, smiling at Katsuki's neat underwear roll. He's just put one of his legs on the holes when he looks up and sees Katsuki staring at him, interest clear on his eyes behind his glasses. He quickly puts his panties on and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring down at Katsuki.
Izuku fights back a blush, though it's a losing battle.
He just got fucked by this guy in all fours, let him eat his cunt and ass out, and he's getting shy at being ogled?
“Eyes up here.”
“My eyesight is fucked up,” comes Katsuki's quick response.
Izuku almost laughs if it isn't for Katsuki dropping his phone on the bed and crawling towards him. Katsuki's picks up the jersey shorts and sits on the edge of the bed, then looks up at him with a soft smile.
Izuku can't help but fall in love some more. He puts both of his hands on Katsuki's shoulders for balance, while Katsuki crouches down to open the garter lip of the jersey shorts for him.
It's intimate, so domestic, that Izuku feels his eyes burning behind but fights it back. He doesn't want to cry like a baby all because of a simple act of chivalry.
“You're so in love with me,” he says instead.
Katsuki grins up at him as he pulls the jersey shorts up, letting go of the garter softly and pats Izuku's hips a couple of times before he also pats the space beside him.
Izuku sits dutifully, and watches with a fond smile when Katsuki also helps him with the shirt.
Katsuki bunches up the shirt to the ring collar of it, then he hoops it on Izuku's head. When Izuku's head merge from the shirt, Katsuki leans in and presses his lips against Izuku's softly, catching Izuku off guard.
Izuku lets Katsuki continue dressing him up, until he's straightening the hem of his shirt down to his waist which is completely nonsense and useless considering Izuku will mess it all up again when he lies down.
But the thought is sweet, so Izuku smiles sweetly and hugs Katsuki, who in return pulls him closer to inhale his hair.
“God, you smell like me.”
Izuku laughs then kisses his chin. “You're so sentimental.”
“Kirishima calls it romantic shit, but I don't really care.”
Izuku closes his eyes and basks in the warm yet not humid embrace of his boyfriend.
They stay like that for a while, until Katsuki breaks the silence.
“I talked to Best Jeanist.”
Izuku pulls away so quickly he gets whiplash. “About?”
“Transferring to Tokyo after your training with Miruko. I told him you're taking training courses from Miruko, for six months. But I also told him you might extend it up to a solid year, since I know you won't be satisfied with just six months. I mean, Allmight trained you for ten months before, right? Compared to Miruko's six month course… You might ask for a double course. I just know you would.”
Of course, Katsuki is right. Izuku is actually thinking about extending his training up to ten months. Adding two months barely makes a change, in regards to time. Might as well go for double course.
Now, to why Katsuki talked to Best Jeanist.
“What did you tell him?”
“That we want to transfer to Tokyo after your training with Miruko. You know I only signed a six month contract with him. If you're adding another six months, might as well inform him I might extend my time. He's okay with it.”
Izuku nods.
Weird.
Things are going too well.
“Don't you think it's weird that things are going too well?”
“Izuku, we don't have a megalomaniac group of villains obsessing over us. Sure, there are S-rank villains. We fight them. But things are better, right? Somehow, the HPSC has more competitive panels. High school grad students got the chance to train instead of going to a massive war. I think it's not perfect, but it's less messy now.”
Izuku hums and hugs Katsuki again.
Okay.
They're still going to Tokyo.
He smiles to himself.
“We're gonna build our agency at Roppongi, right?”
“Beside Allmight’s agency.”
Izuku giggles. “What do we call it?”
Katsuki hums. “Wonder duo sounds lame when you think about it. I mean, best Jeanist is already teaming up with Edgeshot.”
“You're just biased. You think so highly of them–”
“–which isn't wrong–”
“–and you think anyone who dares try to be a duo are just being a copycat.”
“Not us, though!”
Izuku rolls his eyes, smiling. “See? So biased.”
“Let's just call it Midoribaku for all I care!”
At that, Izuku guffaws and clutches his stomach. He laughs, slapping Katsuki's thigh, and kicks Katsuki's arm in the process.
“Midori–” he huffs, composing himself. “Midoribaku?! You just joined out family names, didn't you?”
Katsuki looks at him like he's an idiot. “I don't really care about family names, you freak, I only said that because you're all green like gojira for some reason and I'm a, you know, bomb. Midori. Bakudan. Use your brain, you're supposed to be some intelligent nerd here.”
Still laughing at Katsuki's silliness, Izuku crawls to Katsuki until he's on his lap and kisses his lips.
“I love you, Kacchan. Let's go to Tokyo and build our agency together. I want to be hero partners with you for the rest of our lives.”
Katsuki hugs him back, hands patting his lower back.
“For the rest of our lives, huh?”
Izuku hums. “You like it?”
Katsuki chortles. “Sounds like a proposal.”
“It usually is. So you can take that as a proposal. Some kind of practice.”
Katsuki chuckles and pinches his nipple. Izuku screeches and smacks his hand away from his chest. Katsuki laughs.
“Sounds nice. Forever.”
“Well, I do believe you'll live a long life. You're Kacchan. I think you can always do the impossible. I think you can punch the moon, which is crazy but I really do think you can if you put your mind into it. So forever sounds basic to you, because you're immortal–”
Katsuki is now huffing nonstop, trying not to laugh but obviously failing.
Izuku smiles fondly.
“When I say forever is Kacchan, I mean it.”
“What happens to Kacchan is amazing, then?”
“Still true.”
Katsuki smiles. “Alright.”
Alright, indeed.