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Tonight was not like most nights for the Bakugou’s. They were home from the bar, having been out celebrating their friend’s recent engagement. Katsuki had matched shot for shot with his husband, knowing damn well his small frame made it much too easy for him to get completely wasted. Izuku was in a comfortable drunken state, but the blonde was sloppy enough to allow himself to be carried from room to room.
Izuku never complained. He relished in the rare neediness his partner displayed. It wasn’t like Katsuki to rely on him, usually they worked the other way around. They were happy that way, both of them getting their needs met. But after being together for nearly 5 years it was nice switching things up every once in a while.
At the bar, when the alcohol really started to course through his veins, Katsuki stopped holding back his affection. He was handsy, eager to have a feel all over his partner. Their friends were shocked by the display the first time they all got that drunk together, but soon it lost its charm. They’ve seen the blonde crawl into the taller man’s lap and try to undress in the middle of a club; a little cuddling at the bar was nothing to write home about. Maybe if they heard what he and Izuku whispered about before they left, they would’ve had more intrigue.
"Want you." He speaks quietly enough that the rest of the crowd can't make out his words. "It's been a while..."
Izuku giggles and looks at his watch. He leans in to whisper back, "Oh? It's only been, like, 6 hours, babe."
"S'not what I mean..." Katsuki responds while trailing a finger up and down Izuku's thigh. " Want you. T' take me."
It had been a while. Katsuki liked to run things in their life together; he enjoyed being the dominant one 99 times out of 100. But, when your husband is built like a goddamn brick house and can wrap his hands around your waist to the point that he’s interlocking his massive fingers behind your back, well, sometimes it’s hot to let him be in control. And when he’s drunk enough to not let himself overthink is the perfect time to let it happen.
Katsuki knows he doesn’t get his wish if he drinks himself to a blackout state so he was quick to tell Izuku his desires before he teetered too close to that edge. They rushed home shortly after his proposal and Izuku was quick to give his husband plenty of water and some easy ramen. They had finished their meal together in the living room, Katsuki crawling up to straddle Izuku’s lap.
They were kissing innocently, unlike their kissing in the cab ride home. They probably wouldn’t have stopped for food and water if it hadn’t been for their friend Eijirou staying with them. They were courteous enough to not just fuck on the couch in front of him. Knowing he was passed out in the guest room, however, was a different story.
They found the heat they had shared in the cab quickly. Soft and affectionate kisses picked up pace, mouths parting and tongues intertwining. Usually they liked to battle things out during this stage, but not tonight. Izuku was leading and Katsuki was ready to follow to the ends of the earth. One large hand snakes its way into blonde spiked hair, gripping tight. The other rubs from between soft pecs up to a firm grasp around the smaller man’s throat. Izuku extended his thumb and pointer finger, framing his jaw to tilt his head as he pleased. Katsuki was already moaning into the kiss, eager to completely submit.
The hand in his hair trailed down his spine, nails softly clawing through the thin fabric of his shirt. Izuku reached his hips and snaked his fingers past the waistline of his tight jeans, palming the firm muscles of his ass. Katsuki grinded back into the touch, making Izuku smirk into their kiss. They broke apart as Izuku forced Katsuki’s head to the side, nipping a trail of love bites along his jaw leading back to his ears. He wraps his lips around his earlobe, biting and pulling as his tongue made circles around the black gauges he loved so much. The feeling combined with the large hand kneading his asscheek was more than enough to pull a deep moan out of the blonde.
“Mmm, gotta keep quiet for me if we’re gonna be out here. You wouldn’t wanna be caught would you?” Izuku’s words are a low whisper right next to his ear.
Katsuki’s breath hitches and his hips buck at the suggestion.
“Oh? Maybe you do want it? Wanna show off how pretty you look when you’re coming undone on me?”
Katsuki whines. He tries to shake his head but his jaw is held firm. He never thought there’d be a day that he’d admit it, but god does he love how easy it is for Izuku to make him feel completely powerless. His hands are snaking up into the green curls, grasping, tugging, pulling, desperately communicating that he needs more and he needs it now.
“Love it when you get needy, princess.”
“Fuck.” That goddamn pet name. It was an accidental discovery, and a recent one at that. Just about 6 months back Katsuki had gone on a rant about the cheap ass sheets his husband bought for their bed, complaining that he could never get proper sleep on something so itchy. Izuku joked that of course his princess needed her beauty sleep on the best of sheets, expecting an explosion to the face for going so far. Instead Katsuki stuttered and blushed, his loose pants revealing just how much he actually liked it. Each time since then Izuku pushed the envelope a little further. Each time, Katsuki got more into it than the last.
Izuku releases the hold on Katsuki’s jaw as he pulls his hand from the tight jeans, both hands meeting at the button the the front. Katsuki quickly met their mouths back together as he mirrored the same movements to Izuku’s pants. His hands are stopped quickly and Izuku pulls back from the kiss, causing Katsuki to chase after his lips.
“Huh uh,” he chastised, “first it’s all about you. Get up and take your pants off for me, but leave your panties on.”
Katsuki is whining again, reluctantly pulling away to follow the instructions. He stands up, unbuttoning his tight fitted pants and shimmying them down his thighs. Izuku scoots forward so he’s on the edge on the couch, hands running up and down the slim frame before him. Katsuki’s fingers find their way back into messy curls when he feels a hot mouth over his underwear, licking at the wet spot that had formed there.
“Already wet for me?” Izuku asks quietly, looking up through dark eyelashes.
Katsuki knits his eyebrows and nods rapidly. He grinds into his husband's face, thanking the alcohol for making it easier not to cum before he’s even actually touched.
Izuku moans over the head of his cock, soaking the fabric of his underwear even more than it already was. Large hands cover both asscheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart in a circular motion, dragging him impossibly closer. Katsuki has to pull one of his hands to cover his mouth, shoving a string of curses back down his throat when long fingers brush over his hole. His underwear is muting a lot of these sensations and he still is coming undone. How the hell is supposed to keep quiet??
Suddenly he’s swept off his feet, back to straddling over Izuku’s lap. They’re face to face again, panting into each other’s mouths.
“So pretty, you look so pretty when you’re feeling good, princess. Wanna ruin you. Want your makeup to run down your face.”
Katsuki shudders, he almost forgot about the eyeliner he smudged on before going to the bar. If Izuku had plans of making him cry, he was really in for a treat. His hips are bruising under the harsh grip he’s held in.
“Lemme see those pretty piercings, princess.”
Katsuki reaches for the hem of his shirt to remove it, but Izuku has other plans. He takes the bottom middle part of the shirt and lifts it, pushing the fabric against Katsuki’s lips. He obediently opens his mouth to bite on, keeping the shirt up and showing off his jewelry. Izuku takes a moment to marvel at the artwork in front of his face before his hands slide over smooth skin and begin groping the squishy flesh.
“Forget pecs, you really do have tits. Look at how they spill over my hands. Mmm imagine how they’d look in a pretty lace bra… Maybe one with the see-through cups, we can’t be hiding these after all.” He emphasizes by brushing his thumbs over each nipple, causing the barbells to slide slightly. Katsuki jerks at the sensation. “And so sensitive, just like a girl. I’ve got such a pretty girl to play with.”
The fabric between his teeth prevents him from properly answering, so he just gives an affirming moan instead. Izuku smirks as he leans forward to lick a stripe over each nipple, using the spit left behind to rub smooth circles over the pebbled skin. He presses his face right in the middle of Katsuki’s chest, pressing both pecs into his cheeks, sucking small hickeys in the formed cleavage. He leans back again, continuing to move his thumbs around the piercings as he presses the pecs together.
“Look at that cleavage. Think I could fuck your tits? Bet my cock would disappear between them. Just thinking about it could get me off.”
Katsuki is thrashing from the overstimulation on his chest. He’s drooling down his chin, soaking his shirt, but he couldn’t care less. All he wants is to keep chasing this high. A hand leaves his chest but before he can complain Izuku has his mouth in its place, sucking his nipple harshly as he bathes it with his tongue.
The taste of sharp metal in his mouth makes the larger man moan, he doesn’t know what it is but it always sets him off. He sneaks his free hand between the couch cushions, the fabric soft and thick enough that no one has ever found their secret bottle of lube nestled there. He leaves the bottle against his thigh and traces a pattern along the goosebumps on Katsuki’s skin. He trails down to pull at one of those firm asscheeks. His fingers bend to dig in between the spread cheeks, grabbing the fabric and ripping it. He times it with a sharp bite around the nipple in his mouth, ripping a deep moan from Katsuki.
Izuku chuckles at the power he holds over his husband right now. He grabs the lube and quickly coats two of his fingers, thankful that it’s a skill he’s developed to do one handed. He removes his other hand from the teasing he never let up from on Katsuki’s nipple, moving his mouth to really overstimulate the bud instead. The now free hand grabs his left asscheek and pulls it mercilessly leaving the tight hole exposed to cool air. He traces his slick finger around the rim, applying just enough pressure to drive his husband wild.
Cold fingers cause him to jolt, another moan passing his teeth before he could hold it back. Izuku pulls away and nips at Katsuki’s ear again.
“Now, now. If you want me to stretch your pretty pussy you’re going to have to keep quiet. Am I gonna have to keep that mouth busy while I get you soaking wet for me?”
Katsuki is quick to shake his head and agree, there’s no way he can be quiet if it’s already affecting him this much. The shirt in his mouth is replaced by Izuku’s finger pressing down onto his tongue. Katsuki immediately wraps his lips around the digit, hollowing his cheeks to suck with fever. Izuku smiles at him, loving every obedient move the blonde makes.
“Hold yourself open and ride my fingers like a good girl.” He whispers before going back to mouth at Katsuki’s chest. Katsuki replaces the hand that left his ass as one finger starts slowly pressing in his tight entrance.
It’s a little uncomfortable, having been so long since he was touched this way. But Izuku knows all the right places to move and just how slowly to take things at first. Katsuki relaxes easily, the alcohol in his system taking a lot of the edge off along with the distraction of small love bites around his nipple. It’s not long before he’s pushing back, slowly figuring out a rhythm. Izuku slides in another finger and Katsuki’s eyes snap open, almost choking on the finger in his mouth.
He doesn’t know why but Izuku’s earlier words ring through his head; “Oh? Maybe you do want it? Wanna show off how pretty you look when you’re coming undone on me?” Fuck, he can picture it so vividly. Kirishima walking down the hall, shirtless of course, peeking out from the shadows. God, what a sight he’d be, perfectly sculpted, mouth agape as he watched Katsuki bounce on Izuku’s fingers. He wouldn’t be able to hide the tent forming in his joggers, and Katsuki wanted to stare at it as it grew. The imagery feels so real and it makes Katsuki throw his head back, overwhelmed with the idea.
Izuku uses his finger to pull his head back down, staring into Katsuki’s eyes. Both sets of eyes are practically black. The dim room combined with the pure lust between them makes their pupils blow wide.
Izuku’s fingers are scissoring inside Katsuki, ever so slightly brushing against that wonderful bundle of nerves. Never enough contact to give Katsuki what he so desperately needs, but enough to keep him on edge, working his hips to attempt driving the digits deeper.
They don’t break eye contact as Izuku teases a third finger around his rim. It feels impossible, he’s already so full, but he knows the two fingers won’t be enough to properly prep him. Izuku firmly presses against his prostate when he finally slides the first knuckle of the third finger in. Katsuki desperately sucks at the finger in his mouth, otherwise ungodly sounds are going to burst out of him. His hips are stuttering, he’s completely lost in the feeling.
Well, he was completely lost, until he heard the quiet flush of the toilet down the hall. His eyes are immediately wide open with fear, hands frantically tapping Izuku’s shoulders, silently begging for his husband to do something before his fantasy becomes reality.
Izuku is quick to respond, standing up to bolt the two back to their bedroom. His finger left Katsuki’s mouth to hold his back, but his other hand stayed buried in the blonde. The whole time they’re moving Izuku is whispering reassurance to his husband, “I’ve got you, it’s okay, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” Over and over again like a mantra. Katsuki has his legs wrapped tightly around Izuku’s torso and his red hot face hidden in the nook of his neck.
Izuku swiftly closes the door, relaxing a bit now that they’re safe from possibly being watched. He softly kisses the column of Katsuki’s neck, being gentle as if he could break him.
“So sorry about that, should’ve taken us back here sooner, do you wanna stop?”
Katsuki hesitates for a moment before grinding back down onto Izuku’s fingers. “Could convince me to keep going, I think… haven’t cried yet.'' His voice is quiet but thick with arousal.
Izuku doesn’t wait another second to start working his fingers in and out of his partner. He doesn’t return his finger to Katsuki’s mouth, instead he crashes their lips together, teasing the supple skin with his tongue. Access is instantly granted and their tongues collide as Izuku swallows all the moans that begin to tumble from Katsuki’s mouth.
Katsuki’s hips continue to buck, his straining hard on pinned between two sets of washboard abs. He pulls away from the kiss, panting as he looks at Izuku with pleading eyes. “Off, take my boxers off please.”
The politeness almost works, but Izuku just shakes his head. “Dunno what you’re talking about,” is all he says before he turns and throws Katsuki down on the bed, crawling after him. This position really exaggerated their size difference, Izuku completely engulfs his husband’s smaller frame. He pulls away from Katsuki to quickly chuck off his shirt. Katsuki whines at the feeling of being empty and alone so suddenly, but Izuku takes his time. He pushes the blonde’s knees up and spreads them, eyes fixated on his hole, desperately clenching around nothing.
“So pretty, look at you. Your cunt is throbbing, it wants to be filled so bad. Got you so wet, too, how’s it feel?”
“Empty. Need you, please.”
“Tell me what you need. I’m not a mind reader. Want my fingers again?”
“No! N-no, need your cock. Please!”
“So polite, I’m so proud. Want me to shove my cock down your throat?”
“No,” Katsuki looks distressed. “Fuck me, I need it.”
“You know what I want, use your words.” Izuku is staring him down, one of his hands had let go of his knee to stroke himself over his pants that hadn’t even been unbuttoned.
Katsuki’s face is bright red as he looks away, obviously embarrassed. “Fuck my p-pussy. Need you, please, now.”
“Such a good girl,” Izuku praises. He makes a show of slowly unzipping his pants. Katsuki squirms in anticipation, not really knowing what to do with his hands. He settles on pulling his shirt back up, showing off his tits.
“Mmm, showing off for me? Lemme watch you play with yourself.” Izuku is lining up now, teasing his entrance as he smeared pre to mix with the lube.
Katsuki listens, tweaking his nipples as he feels himself begin to stretch around the hot member pressing forward. He moans loudly, no longer worried about holding back. He hisses as the head of Izuku’s cock breaks past his tight ring, the muscles spasming at the intrusion. Izuku is kind, moving slowly to allow Katsuki plenty of time to adjust. When their hips meet they both pause, letting themselves feel each other completely. When he’s caught his breath, Katsuki wiggles again, hinting that he’s ready for more friction.
Izuku understands and begins rolling his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts. His hands meet Katsuki’s, caressing his chest. Katsuki melts into the touch, his senses overwhelmed.
The two couldn’t fuck more differently. Katsuki is all about speed, short, hard, fast thrusts, chasing his own orgasm while driving Izuku to his. The taller man had his own style. He loved being slow and methodical, driving his partner to the edge and pulling him back. He loved finding new buttons to press to add to his catalog of moves to make.
“Fuck, you’re so tight for me. Not gonna last long, but I’m gonna try for you. Wanna make you cum on my cock. You know, girls can cum without being touched sometimes.” He changes the angle of his thrusts, perfectly targeting the spot that made Katsuki’s vision blur.
“N-no, need you to touch me, please ‘Zu, take my underwear off, please.” He doesn’t even care that he’s begging now. His cock hasn't been set free this whole time, he’s going to lose his mind.
“Not sure what you want from me…” Izuku trails off, his pace picking up a bit. It’s too much, way too much, and Katsuki sees stars. He tightens impossibly around Izuku, pleasure rippling through him in waves.
“Oh, fuck, did you just cum for me?” The taller man is amazed. Sure he’s had his experiences of cumming dry, but he’s never been able to bring Katsuki to that same level of release. He’s sure to keep his rhythm steady, working the blonde through the orgasm. “So good, you’re so incredible.”
“Panties!” Katsuki suddenly realizes, his mind reeling back to what Izuku had said in the living room. “Take off my panties, please please please.”
“Such a good girl, oh my god.” He rips the fabric immediately, using his quirk slightly to make sure it comes off in one go. His hand wraps around the neglected cock, his thumb spreading the pool of precum around the tip. “Wanna see you squirt, baby girl.”
That’s all it takes. Katsuki can’t even comprehend if Izuku had actually squeezed or jerked his cock before thick white ropes are shooting out, painting his chest and abs. His ears are ringing, he’s blind, the only thing he feels is Izuku’s hips speeding up. It’s pure bliss. Suddenly he feels a hot mouth on his chest again as the thrusts into him stutter before stopping hilt deep.
Izuku is eating cum off of a pierced nipple when he feels his orgasm rip through him, burying himself as deep as he can when he releases. He stays in the warmth, petting through Katsuki’s hair and spilling endless adoration into his ear. Izuku is very familiar with the headspace his husband is in, and he knows how nice it is to come back to praise.
When Katsuki gets his wits about him again he looks at Izuku to see a huge smile on his face.
“I liked that,” is the first thing Katsuki fully comprehends.
“Hmm?”
“What you called me. I liked that a lot.” He’s got the goofiest grin, his teeth sinked into his lower lip.
Katsuki just looks at him with confusion. When was the last time he even spoke words?
“Fuck, babe, don’t tell me you don’t even know what you said. That makes it even hotter, holy shit.” He slowly pulls out, causing both men to hiss. Before Katsuki can question him he's dropping off the bed, grabbing his hips and pulling the blonde so that his ass sits on the edge. “I’ll make you say it again, don’t you worry.”
And suddenly his face is buried between Katsuki’s cheeks. His tongue laps up the cum dripping out before he closes his lips around the sensitive hole. Katsuki is thrashing, completely overwhelmed. Izuku sucks out his own cum, his tongue fucking in and out to greedily gain access to more. His hands are holding the blonde in place, squeezing his thighs so he isn’t accidentally crushed by them. Not that he would complain about it.
Hot tears are streaming down Katsuki’s face. He’s so sensitive, he’s already came twice, but he can feel the familiar heat coiling in his gut. He’s moaning, groaning, whining, crying, any noise that can come from his mouth is spilling out. It hits him fast, his cock still flaccid from his last orgasm. He yells as his body seizes, a broken “daddy” pushing past his teeth.
Izuku groans hearing the name again, moving his mouth up to wrap around taught balls, rolling his tongue around them as he watches Katsuki convulse and fall apart. He pulls away as he sees relaxation take over his muscles.
He crawls back up next to Katsuki, laying just a few inches apart. They turn to each other, lips locking as they lay in the afterglow. They smile into the long kiss, feeling the buzz under their skin. Izuku wraps his arm around Katsuki and pulls him as close as he can, uncaring for the drying cum sticking to his skin. He hides his face in the nook of Katsuki’s neck, lightly nipping at the flesh.
“That was incredible. You’re so fucking hot.”
“Mmm, not so bad yourself, nerd.”
Izuku laughs into his skin. “Are we gonna talk about it?” He doesn’t need to see Katsuki’s face to know he’s bright red.
“No! Just, forget it ever happened!”
“I don’t wanna, Kacchan…” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “I really liked it, ya know. I want you to do it again.”
A shiver runs through Katsuki. “M-maybe. You don’t think it’s embarrassing?”
“Babe, it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. But to be fair, I don't think anything’s embarrassing when it comes to you feeling good.”
“…I did. Feel good, I mean. You made me feel amazing, I can’t believe I came three fucking times so close together. How the hell do you handle those dry ones? Felt like my balls were gonna explode.”
“I kinda like ‘em. I can’t believe I finally got you there! I feel like I just conquered the world!”
“Tch, you’re too much. Cmon, I wanna shower.”
Izuku immediately drops into his sultry tone, “hmmm, does that mean a round two, pretty girl?”
Katsuki feels his cock twitch in response. It definitely means a round two.