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“Maybe we should just fucking break up if you want to act like this!” Katsuki screamed to his partner, who was sitting calmly across the room in his desk chair.
“We fight all the time, Katsuki. You slam doors constantly. You’re the one acting like a bitch. I just asked when I needed to be at your event. This happens at least once a week, I swear.” Izuku hugged a pale green pillow with tassels to his chest as he spoke cool and collected despite the growing anger blooming in his abdomen.
“It was in the shared calendar. It has always been there.” Katsuki was a second away from stomping his foot, but he stopped himself. Didn’t want to look like a petulant child.
“I told you it wasn’t.” Izuku pushed.
They paused
“You really want to break up over this?” Izuku sat back in his chair, his eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.
“It’s never going to change. It’s always going to be me reminding you about things. I don’t want to be your personal assistant.” Katsuki would deny he was pouting, but his lower lip jutted out below his upper lip.
“Okay, I’ll pack my things.” Izuku moved from his chair towards the closet where they kept the suitcases.
“What do you mean? You’re just leaving like that?”
“Seems like you’ve made your mind up. I don’t feel like fighting anymore.” Izuku pulled down his suitcase as Katsuki moved to grab the pillow Izuku had been holding and chucked it at his head.
The flying pillow caused the suitcase to fall on Izuku’s head when he lost grasp of it in surprise. “You little.” In two seconds, the suitcase was on the floor and Katsuki’s wrists were held in Izuku’s hand, effectively restraining him.
The two stared at each other, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Katsuki moved first, as best as he could with his arms restrained, and leaned up towards Izuku, pressing his lips against his. Izuku responded with a snarl and released Katsuki’s hands so he could pull the blonde closer to him. Their lips smashed together as they immediately turned to fighting for dominance via tongue. Katsuki ripped his face away after a few minutes to catch his breath. Izuku took a chance to slam Katsuki against the wall and bite his neck hard enough that there would be a mark left there for a few days. Katsuki ripped himself from Izuku who was suckling up and down his neck and switched their positions so that Izuku was against the wall gazing angrily into red eyes.
“I’ll give you one last shot.” Katsuki whispered, inching himself towards the bed they had made earlier this morning. He stopped when his calves hit the bed frame.
“The last time.” Izuku stepped forward and pushed Katsuki onto the bed, the sheets gasping as he bounced on the mattress.
Izuku began to unbutton the black button-up he had been wearing since six am before leaning down to cage Katsuki in, his shirt open to reveal a faded undershirt.
“You want one more time, I won’t hold back.” Izuku whispered, lips against his ex-boyfriend’s ear.
“I wouldn’t expect you to, nor did I ask you to. No holding back, Izuku. I want everything.” The unspoken ‘for the last time’ hanging in the air between them.
Izuku stepped back and slid the button-down off his shoulders before pulling the t-shirt over his head. His toned chest and abs were on display and Katsuki would never admit that he had to wipe his face to clear the drool, despite having slept with this man for years.
“Take a hard look, Katsuki. Commit me to memory because after tonight, we will not have another night like this.” Izuku warned.
Katsuki sat up, putting his weight onto his elbows as he watched Izuku approach him again, now shirtless. He wanted to run his tongue across his pecs and taste the sweat. He felt hands on his waist as his own shirt was slowly pulled off his body.
“I wanna savor this exquisite meal.” Katsuki’s shirt stopped mid torso. “Do you like this shirt?”
“No, wh-” Katsuki was interrupted by the sound of tearing and cool air hitting his chest.
Izuku looked like a mad man above him, pupils dilated, chest heaving. He dove in to capture Katsuki in a bruising kiss. The blonde twisted his fingers into green curls as the kiss progressed further. Izuku had one hand wrapped around his tiny waist and another fisted in the blonde spikes Katsuki delicately styled each morning. Both of the men’s hairstyles were completely wrecked, and neither had taken their pants off yet.
“I remember when you wore those nine inch heels and that sinful lipstick. The way it stained my cock afterwards. You looked like a beautiful slut on your knees.” Izuku gasped when he broke away from the kiss. “Why don’t we repeat it. Get on your fucking knees.”
Katsuki smirked before sliding from the bed to the floor. “You’re gonna miss my mouth.” He placed his knees on the floor and looked up towards his ex.
“This is where you should be, brat. I should film this, so I can look back and remember your slutty noises. How you gag on my cock.” Izuku grabbed his phone.
“Do it. I’ll put on the best damn show you’ve ever seen.” Katsuki moved to unbuckle Izuku’s belt.
Izuku slid his finger across the phone to unlock the camera app as Katsuki slid the black dress pants down his legs and onto the floor. His dark green boxers dropped to the ground with a soft thud revealing the same cock Katsuki had seen hundreds of times since they began dating: thick and wide enough that it stretched Katuski’s holes to the point it bordered on pain. Luckily, Katsuki was a bit of a masochist and liked the burn of the stretch to accommodate Izuku. He took his time running his hands up and down Izuku’s lower torso and his thighs. He even bit the spot Izuku was weak for on the inside of his thigh.
“Get on with it.” Izuku growled, fingers white, clenched around his phone.
“I am gonna take my time. Didn’t you say you were savoring your meal.
Why can’t I?” Katsuki’s voice dropped as he batted his eyelashes.
Izuku pulled out his phone when Katsuki took his cock in his hands and began to rub his fingers over the head, gathering the pre cum that had started to bead. He stretched his tongue out to lick the liquid up, resulting in a loud groan from the man standing. He had long started recording and this would be worth it on the upcoming cold nights, but he tried to focus all his energy on what was going on now and now was Katsuki slowly swallowing down his shaft.
Izuku found his free hand laced between blonde strands while his other hand held the phone recording his ex giving him a blowjob.
“This is where you should have been the whole relationship, would have worked out better if you were on your knees. You can take more.” Izuku cruelly spoke.
Katsuki smirked as best as he could with his mouth as full as it was. He had the green haired man right where he wanted him. He was spewing filth but maybe Katsuki wanted that to happen. He got off on being degraded. This was lighter than they had gone before but Katsuki wanted all out. Wanted something truly twisted. He wrapped his hand around what didn’t fit in his mouth and began a brutal pace.
Izuku’s knees shook under the pleasure but he did his best to keep his composure and the camera stable. He would be using this video for jerk off material for months.
“Say hi to the camera, Kacchan. Wouldn’t you love if people could see you like this. Your rise to fame would be quick. Instantaneous celebrity. More popular than the others I’m sure. You’ll have so many fans, why don’t you put on a show for them. Show them what you truly can do. Maybe I’ll show this to your friends so they can see the real you.”
Katsuki made an unintelligible sound from below. Izuku used his grasp in Katsuki’s hair to encourage him to further take him down his throat. Izuku was rewarded with the feeling of his throat contracting around his cock. It was second to the feeling of his ex’s ass. Both feelings of heat were heavenly.
Katsuki felt like he was the one really in control. Sure, filth was being spewed towards him and he was being degraded and filmed while having his face fucked, but he was the one who held Izuku’s dick in his mouth. Who really was the one in charge?
Not Katsuki.
His mouth was suddenly ripped off Izuku by a hold in his hair.
“Get on the bed.” Izuku growled, placing the phone on the nightstand.
He kicked his pants across the room as Katsuki threw himself across the bed.
“Get your fucking pants off.” Izuku demanded.
“Fucking asshole.” Katsuki spat, but complied anyway. His jeans ended up in the corner with Izuku’s pants, out of sight, out of mind.
“You think you’re smart. Boxers too. Off.”
“Awfully demanding. You just wanna fuck me that bad?” Katsuki taunted, slipping his boxers down his legs only to have Izuku finish taking them off.
They both were bare, as they had been hundreds of times before in front of each other. Their eyes graze each other's bodies, taking mental, and in Izuku’s case, physical photos of the other person.
“You just gonna stare all night?” Katsuki snarked.
“What if I do?” Izuku responded.
“Why? Wanna memorize what we had?”
“Of course, got the photos to keep as blackmail.”
“Why memorize when you could just take?”
“Is that permission?”
“I gave you permission the moment this fucking started.”
Izuku 'harrumphed’ before placing his phone back down on the nightstand. He grabbed Katsuki’s legs and tossed them over his shoulders and pulled Katsuki towards the edge of the bed. He knelt down as Katsuki began to protest. He spread Katsuki’s legs and licked a stripe from his hole to the tip of his dick.
Katsuki was both surprised and not surprised. Izuku loved to show his appreciation for Katsuki’s assets, so it made sense he would want one last taste. However, he had been certain he was just going to fuck him and be done with it. Toss him aside like that. That was proven wrong yet again as he began to mark hickies across his thighs. The noises Katsuki was making as he was being bitten were not meant for other people's ears. In this moment, it was all for Izuku.
After treating Katsuki’s lower half like a chew toy, Izuku moved to lick generously across the blonde’s hole. He relished the taste of him for the last time. A slow torture as he circuled his hole. He continued to fuck the ring of muscle with his tongue as Katsuki moaned loudly above him.
When he felt he had enough, he moved to envelope his cock with his mouth. Katsuki wasn’t as well endowed as Izuku was. Izuku would call it ‘cute’ and ‘pathetic’ if asked and has told Katsuki this during their playtime. And that’s exactly what he did.
“You talk so big, is that to hide the fact you’re this small down here.” Izuku grasped Katsuki’s member tightly in his grip.
“Fuck off, like you ever cared.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It never stopped you before.”
Izuku didn’t warrant his attitude with a response, instead opted to grasp his dick and give it a squeeze.
“Bastard.” Katsuki whispered as Izuku again took Katsuki in his mouth.
Katsuki pulled on green curls as tightly as he possibly could, pulling a few strands from their home.
Izuku continued to suck Katsuki down. He brought a finger to Katsuki’s rim and circled it around the puckered hole.
Katsuki heard the crack of a bottle and wondered when he had grabbed the lube. His thoughts weren’t wandering for long because a finger breached his hole. He let out a loud moan at the intrusion.
“Fuck, I forgot how tight you get after a while.” Izuku commented, slipping a finger into his hole.
“You’re so fucking slow.” Katsuki shot daggers at the green haired man to egg him into prepping him faster.
“I want to take my time.” Izuku added a second finger to Katsuki’s delight. Katsuki let out a loud moan at the feeling.
“Fuck, you have fucking big fingers.”
“If you think my fingers are big then you’re in for a surprise.” Izuku chuckled.
He was purposefully avoiding Katsuki’s prostate. Wanted to drag this on as long as possible. He was hiding it, but he wasn’t ready to say good-bye. This was too glorious a feeling to ever let go. He wished he would have fought a little harder, but he knew in the end, this was what Katsuki wanted. And what Katsuki wanted, he got.
He added a third finger, teasing the blonde even further.
“Just fucking fuck me you fucker.” Katsuki cursed.
“I’m really going to miss your grandiose way with words.” Izuku removed his fingers with a ‘slurp,’ not allowing a comeback from Katsuki before he had lubed his cock up and was pressing it against the blonde’s hole.
Slowly pressing in, both men released a gasp and a moan at the sensation. Izuku didn’t hesitate. He immediately began a rapid pace, not giving Katsuki a chance to adjust to his girth.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Katsuki snarked, but his voice held no venom as it rose and fell with Izuku’s thrusts.
“Wouldn’t want to miss a last chance with your tight ass. Sucking me in; in just the right way.” Izuku wound his hand back as a crack echoed in the air.
Katsuki moaned loudly, already feeling the pain smart against his skin. In response, he ran his manicured nails down Izuku’s back, leaving red trails in their haste.
The only sounds were the sounds of skin meeting skin and grunts coming from Izuku as he chased his orgasm. Climbing closer and closer to the pinnacle of their actions. The bed started to squeak as it moved under the force of Izuku’s excitement.
“If you break the bed, I swear I will bill you.” Katsuki whined.
“If I break the bed, that’s one more reminder of me left here.” Izuku commented slyly. ”I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
Katsuki gasped as Izuku cock hit his prostate, bringing him closer to his own breaking point.
“Fuck I think I‘m gonna cum too.” Katsuki moaned.
Izuku thrusted one, two, three more times before letting out a guttural scream and cumming deep inside of Katsuki. Katsuki followed suit by stroking his own cock twice which caused his own spend to coat his hand as he came.
Izuku pulled out, watching the way his cum flowed out of Katsuki’s hole, unable to close to protect its contents. He collapsed on top of Katsuki.
“Get off me you brute.” Katsuki pushed the larger man off of him successfully. He flopped on the bed next to him.
Neither said a word. Only heavy breathing and the smell of sex permeated the air.
”You know, I wouldn’t be so upset if you wanted to give us a second try or whatever.” Katsuki grumbled.
“Would you now?” Izuku raised his eyebrow.
”I‘ll give us a shot if you’re willing to put in the effort.” Izuku offered after a moment of silence.
“I will communicate better.” Katsuki groaned, but Izuku knew he was sincerely agreeing to the terms.
Izuku pulled Katsuki close and kissed his temple softly.
“Are you ready for round two? I‘m gonna ride the shit out of you.” Katsuki tackled Izuku, causing the bed frame to snap in half at the sudden movement.
“You owe me a bed frame.” Katsuki slapped Izuku.
“Why? Your jumping on me broke it.” Izuku argued.
“Fine, I’ll pay half.” Katsuki agreed.
“We can go bed frame shopping tomorrow. Let’s break it more.” Izuku giggled, pulling Katsuki on top of him.