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Katsuki is not, by any means, a weak man.
He's fierce, stronger than ever, he takes no bullshit and in general, has his life figured out. He's assertive and good at so many things it's hard to keep count. He is the shit, really.
But—even the strongest of men aren't completely irresistible.
The truth is, Katsuki is not immune to a certain man's charms.
Izuku's charms.
So, when his husband asks him whether or not he'd help him pick out a new shirt for work, because the previous ones became too worn out—imagine his fucking happiness. He was on cloud nine, pissing his pants out of pure joy, his whole day getting absolutely brighter.
Izuku's wholesome nature and a bit of his obliviousness made him think Katsuki is just that happy to spend some time with him, but he's got ulterior motives, unfortunately. He is just sly like that.
Of course, that's a part of it, too — spending time with Izuku. Katsuki doubts there's an activity that doesn't involve his nerd that he prefers over being with Izuku.
Izuku is a must. Either fucking include him, or Katsuki's not showing up and he's also going to call you names. There's no Katsuki without Izuku.
Without Izuku, it's almost impossible for him to even tolerate all the extras out there. He needs his husband to hold his hand through it, or he's not going to make it. Dramatic? Sure, he tends to be, because people who are not green-haired, freckled nerds piss the hell out of him, and he refuses to interact with them unless... unless Izuku's there to make it worth it.
So—spending time outside with Izuku, yes. Very yes. Sure.
But, very unapologetically, he also just wants to stare at his handsome husband in buttoned shirts and, if possible, also a tie. What can he do?
He wants to shamelessly ogle Izuku's hot, scarred palms as he buttons those shirts up. Wants to fixate his gaze on his husband's pecs barely fitting the tight shirt. He might pretend not to remember Izuku's size, so that he gets him one too small, because the pecs.
In his absolutely dream scenario, he would then also undress Izuku, throwing the brand new shirt on the floor and then go crazy, but—it's a no can do in a shopping center, right?
Yet, wasn't Katsuki supposed to be able to do anything? He's a Hero. Heroes are supposed to make the world a better place, and the world can only be better if Izuku Midoriya is naked, so... it would simply be much needed help. Just for a good cause.
"Which store do you think we should pick first, Kacchan?" Izuku asks him, softly squeezing his palm, their fingers intertwined.
Right. He is in a public place. This is not his bed, he cannot be daydreaming his life away and making up scenarios about Izuku. This is not the time.
Izuku looks around with pure joy, his eyes sparkling with excitement, as if Katsuki at least took him to a five-star restaurant and not a damn mall. It's not even the most popular one in the city—it's just the one that's the closest to their house.
Now that he thinks of it, he should've taken Izuku to a more... flashy place.
He hates those over the top, gaudy fucking shops for stuck-up people, but they're about to buy clothes. Isn't this kind of lame? To bring your significant other to a damn mall?
It's not very gentlemanly of him. He should've brought 'Zuku somewhere better. Fuck. Fuck, he always has to mess shit up—he just hopes his sweet Izuku wouldn't feel neglected at that, or think of him poorly. The Old Hag would scold the hell out of him now, telling him she'd raised him better than that. Is he even a man? Fuck.
"Mm," He grunts with slight annoyance now, looking around with a less stirring expression.
At least there are still these overpriced shops with famous brands no one goes to, since no one in their right mind would go to the mall for such serious purchases. He confidently points at one of them and starts dragging Izuku there, "That one."
He has no idea what the brand even is, nor does he care.
Katsuki doesn't give much of a shit about expensive clothes and owning what's trendy, but since in this situation it is something as important as Izuku's work shirt at the stake, it has to be from the highest quality store he sees.
His husband will be parading around that school of his in a shirt made of gold, thank you very much.
"I don't think I need the most expensive shirt to teach kids, you know?" Izuku chuckles gently, his tone so delicate it makes Katsuki melt.
Gold, gold, gold. A shirt made of gold it is. He needs to pamper the nerd, now. He's too fucking sweet, he deserves the princess treatment.
Of course Izuku stupidly thinks he doesn't need anything the best, but at the same time, of course Katsuki very smartly is convinced that Izuku deserves everything absolutely perfect.
And since he is a hot-headed bastard, they won't meet in the middle. No compromises.
Izuku softly squeezes his palm yet again, at what Katsuki squeezes back with more strength, still dragging him towards that luxurious store.
"Kacchan," Izuku laughs again, "Did you hear what I just said? I don't need this shirt... that expensive."
"I'm aware."
"We can just go to a regular shop, Kacchan," Izuku continues, trying to change the direction of their path, but he doesn't let him.
"I'm buying," He grumbles, "And I want to spoil you 'til you rot, nerd."
"K—Kacchan!" Izuku tries to stop him, a soft blush appearing on these freckled cheeks, and Katsuki still doesn't let him. He smirks instead, meeting Izuku's gaze with his menacing one. So what? He wants to buy something hot for his hot husband that is also a hot teacher. The hottest, in fact, "I didn't ask you to go with me just for you to pay, you know?"
"Tch," He scoffs and stops walking just as they're about to go inside, only to cup Izuku's face with his palms and plant a soft, chaste kiss against the bastard's mouth.
Since Izuku doesn't seem to understand his point with words, maybe he'll be smart enough to get the memo with the way he kisses him.
Katsuki always kisses Izuku as if it were their last kiss—he knows it isn't, but who is he to take the shit he has for granted? To treat his favorite, beloved person as if each one of his kisses wasn't absolutely special and out of this world? Those are Izuku's kisses. He will cherish every one of them separately.
Each kiss gets its own spotlight, and Katsuki gladly melts anytime it happens. He is so smitten, smooching his 'Zuku as if he wasn't a very rough and scary Katsuki Bakugo but someone else entirely.
When Izuku gets all flushed and tries to say something—for example, subtly mention that they're in public, for everyone's eyes to see, as his mouth even just slightly parts, Katsuki deepens the kiss and shuts Izuku up with sliding his tongue past these plump lips.
Do people stare? Did someone notice?
Hey, how the hell would he know? He only has eyes for Izuku.
His husband seems to accept his miserable fate of being kissed in public as his fingers find their way into Katsuki's hair, running through his spikes and tugging at them as he kisses him back.
Unlike Katsuki, Izuku doesn't go overboard and makes sure their make-out session is kept under control, moving his mouth delicately, careful of the tongue play.
When Katsuki gets a tad bit ahead of himself and his arms, very involuntarily, roam lower and land on the other man's ass (his arms get pulled down by a magical, magnetic force,* because Izuku's ass works like a magnet), Izuku pulls away and throws at Katsuki his accusatory glare.
Well, was it worth it?
The biggest, devilish smirk on his face says it all.
And because his husband is too damn pretty not to be kissed again, he leans in for just one last peck, "I like payin' for your shit, nerd. Gotta treat you like you deserve."
Izuku blushes at his words, heavily. The groping his ass thingy also might've caused it.
He tries to hide it, but Katsuki would notice even the faintest little blush adorning Izuku's cheeks — he pays attention, okay? Once Izuku gets flustered, his gaze automatically shifts to the floor and his palms get all warm and sweaty. Izuku also tries to let go of his hand, probably a bit embarrassed, but Katsuki doesn't let him, brushing his thumb over Izuku's knuckles in a reassuring manner.
After a few unreasonable, but very worth it minutes of standing in front of the damned shop, they finally decide to walk inside.
Since it is fancy and for the rich, they're greeted by the staff right at the entrance. It makes him wince in discomfort, since he doesn't do well with official stuff.
They get asked whether they need any help—no, they don't—blah, blah, he knows Izuku's size and his taste is impeccable and perfect, since the Old Hag is a fashion designer and he inherited the Immaculate Taste Genes.
He still keeps their fingers intertwined as they search through the clothes, dragging Izuku around through countless of rows with elegant, fancy clothes that look pretty much the same.
Katsuki knows that if they were in this exact situation but a few years ago, Izuku would now come up with something like: Kacchan, it's really not that serious! We don't have to take it so seriously, you know.
Now, on the other side, the nerd knows better than to say that. He's experienced and fluent in Katsuki Bakugo now. And so he keeps his pretty mouth shut and follows Katsuki like an obedient puppy, because he knows it is, in fact, that serious.
And Katsuki also searches for something else while at it.
He wasn't planning on that beforehand, nor did Izuku tell him that he needs a new one, but his gaze involuntarily keeps shifting to the ties section, and his keen eyes spot just the absolutely perfect tie for his husband.
An orange tie that somehow really resembles the exact colors of the stripes on his hero costume.
He tugs at Izuku's hand, pointing at the ties on display, again — dragging him there. And Izuku goes, because... what else is there to do? There's an amused smile plastered across his face, since he probably finds Katsuki's investment adorable. Well, it kind of is. It is as adorable as it is serious.
"Don't you need a new tie, 'Zuku?" He doesn't, they both know that. Nonetheless, he still asks, reaching for that orange one and handing it to his man, "Would look pretty on you."
"Any reason you chose this one in particular?" Izuku hums with a knowing smile, comparing the orange tie with the one he's wearing now.
Yes, his husband does wear ties on a daily basis, even when he isn't at work, which always has Katsuki giggling like a teenage girl in love. Yay, ties.
Which also has Katsuki tugging at Izuku's tie whenever he feels like stirring things up. Sometimes just pulling Izuku up and down, navigating him as he pleases, like a dog on a leash. Mostly in bed. Yay, ties.
Apparently, once you become a teacher, it just happens.
Suddenly, you're just a boring, very hot, boring, the sexiest in the world, boring man that wears ties.
"Nah, no reason at all," He lies, very obviously, and flashes Izuku a smirk once his gaze shifts to his neck, admiring the way the orange tie completes his look. Fuck, it looks perfect.
"Sure, Kacchan," Izuku nods, and he's so amused, and Katsuki just wants to kiss him again, "I so need a new tie, and it has to be orange so it very coincidentally matches my Hero husband's signature colors."
"Right? Fate has a really twisted sense of humor, huh? Woah. It just threw this tie at us as we were walking..." He so obviously ironises, which gets a cackle out of Izuku, "We just have to buy it."
"Right," Izuku agrees, smiling in disbelief but playing along, "Something bad can happen if we ignore this mysterious thing called fate. Let's buy it, Kacchan."
"Hell yeah," He grins, and then his attention catches what they're actually looking for — a white, buttoned shirt made out of a shiny, slippery fabric. It has a small chest pocket and looks fucking cute.
Well, it is a plain, white shirt, but he already thinks of Izuku in it, that's why it looks so cute.
"Hey, what 'bout this one?" He points at the item, and it goes like it always does.
He's pulling Izuku by his arm, almost running around the shop. Yes, he is the worst person to go shopping with. He also inherited it from the Old Hag.
Fortunately (obviously, because he's got taste) Izuku seems to agree, and he nods with an excited smile, "Looks perfect, Kacchan! I've been searching for one like that."
"I know," He nods, pretending as if it didn't absolutely make him flustered and beam with pride, "Let's go change, you'll try 'em on."
Since Izuku certainly is enthusiastic, for once he is the one dragging Katsuki ahead. They almost jog to the other area of the shop, getting weird stares from the employees, because the rich isn't supposed to be happy and act childish in such a fancy place.
Well, too fucking bad.
"Okay, wait here," Izuku tells him once they approach the changing rooms, which makes his smile fade. What do you mean, wait here? Here as in... as in outside of the changing room? What?
"Why here?" He raises a brow, "I'm going inside with you. Wanna watch you change. Eye-fuck you."
"Kacchan," Izuku laughs and rolls his beautiful eyes at him, "There's no space! Those changing rooms are little. I would hit you with my elbow."
"Un-fucking-fair," He grunts and pouts as Izuku disappears behind the curtain, definitely less touched by the devastating news.
He waits there a few moments, hands in pockets. Since Izuku is out of his sight, he puts on his annoyed with the reality, resting bitch face.
Not seeing his husband means misery, and so there's nothing to smile about anymore.
He can hear the sounds of Izuku taking off his shirt inside, and... well, it's a good thing he nerded the fuck out in remembering every tiny detail about his husband's body, so at least he can perfectly picture that bare torso in his mind with not even the slightest problem.
Does he have a photographic memory? Not really.
Does he have a photographic memory, when it's about Izuku's bare body? Absolutely, yes. Naturally. Fucking obviously, duh. This brain of his works extra hours and remembers his nerd's each freckle.
Moments later, Izuku finally pulls the curtain aside, looking at Katsuki with the prettiest little grin out there, "So? What are we thinking, Kacchan? A bit plain, huh? But looks almost exactly like my previous one. I mean, I can certainly feel that the fabric is way better, but—"
He can't tell Izuku that he wants to devour him.
Or can he?
Technically he can, but it isn't the right moment. The right moment will be later, at home.
"Plain?" He mutters, "Nothin' about you is plain, nerd."
Izuku chuckles, his voice music to Katsuki's ears, "You're very smooth and just the sweetest, but I'm talking about the shirt, baby."
"The shirt's fine. Though you'd look better without it."
"You're such a tease today," His husband snorts, approaching him closer and wrapping his arms around Katsuki's neck, looking up at him with this sweet, loving expression, "But, seriously. Thoughts? This is expensive, but looks so plain and... I dunno, it's just a white shirt. Maybe we really should just get one from a cheaper store, Kacchan."
He places his palms on Izuku's sides, thumbs softly rubbing his skin.
"Well, what about: no?" Katsuki suggests, shaking his head in disagreement, "It's you in a plain, white shirt. This detail makes a big fuckin' difference, idiot."
"You know what, Kacchan—" Izuku giggles and seems to have given up, "I won't even pretend I understand. Okay. So it looks good, we can buy it, 'cause I can sense there's no point in arguing with you about this one, silly."
"Just what do you not understand?" He huffs, putting his hand in Izuku's dumb curls now. Okay, not dumb. Beautiful, soft curls, "Pretty nerds look pretty in anything."
"You're being mean to me while complimenting me. Interesting, I don't think anyone's ever done that before, you know? It kind of turns me on."
"Because you don't understand how fuckin' hot you are, which I find fuckin' ridiculous? Like, how can you not know? It's literally you, 'Zuku. The prettiest guy in the whole world—and he doesn't realize how perfect he is? Damn, how blind do you have to be? I don't even wanna know how powerful you'd be if you actually knew how... how fuckin' stunning you are in my eyes."
Izuku just stands there, all blushy and bothered and shy and flustered. He looks at Katsuki as if he was something impossible, as if he were some kind of a special, one of a kind phenomenon; his eyebrows raised in this very big disbelief, and his mouth parts slightly, and there's this disarming, adorable giggle that leaves his lips.
Izuku is certainly happy with the compliments, and it makes Katsuki feel all fuzzy inside, fulfilled and stupidly happy.
The blush on 'Zuku's cheeks almost overlays his freckles, and if he gets any more red, Katsuki will start to miss them. The freckles.
"Gosh, I love you so much," His husband mumbles after Katsuki's dumb monologue, at what he gets infected by the blushing plague and also gets flushed all over. Fuck.
Izuku. Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.
His Izuku, standing there in a shirt he will pay for with his hero money that he earns and loves to spend on the love of his life and then feel like a good, gratified husband afterwards, and then see him leave for work in this exact shirt, and it will so smell of Izuku, and... and he loves him, too. So much. And then Izuku will get back home from work, and he'll undress him and kiss him until he's hot and bothered and marked by his lips and teeth, and his pretty shirt will fall to the floor and get all wrinkled, and they both won't care.
And Katsuki will iron it for 'Zuku afterwards, because he's a fucking housewife like that.
But, as he looks at Izuku's neck—his cute husband, despite their age, still doesn't know how to properly tie a tie. The lack of a fatherly figure until All Might shows and the damage has been done.
At least, Katsuki has the chance to show off.
It's just the perfect excuse for him to barge into that little space in the changing room and share it with Izuku, no? He won't be tying his precious tie out there, in public. That would be just scandalous and so improper, no? They need to do it behind the curtain. All alone. Absolutely.
He firmly places his palms against Izuku's chest—not missing the chance to squeeze his tiddies a tad bit while at it—and pushes him backwards, so they both stumble into the changing room. Katsuki, not very startled, since he planned this. Izuku, startled as fuck, since he has no idea what's going on.
Izuku looks at him surprised, at what Katsuki only raises his eyebrows and coos, "Poor baby still doesn't know how to tie his tie. I just have to help you out, huh?" He mutters, smoothly undoing Izuku's tie to fix it for him, unnecessary slowly, keeping his eyes on Izuku's, "After all, I'm your husband."
"What is up with you today?" Izuku snorts, shaking his head in disbelief, "You're being impossible, Kacchan!"
"Uh, no?" He says with an exaggerated, offended tone, "My husband is just too fuckin' hot. Not my fault, nerd. Don't be so hot, then I'll stop."
Izuku shrugs, but with this proud, pleased smile that makes Katsuki feel weak at the knees, "Can't really help it."
"You can't, can you?" Katsuki nods, his face so damn close to Izuku's, and he tugs at his tie just for the sake of it, "You're just hot like that. There's nothing that can be done. You're dangerous."
"Mm, yeah," Izuku plays along and agrees, grinning from ear to ear. He lets Katsuki tease him and pull his tie as he pleases, not really minding his impossible behavior at all, "Watch out, Kacchan. Gonna scare you with my hotness."
Fuck, he's so cute, smiling like that.
The knowledge that Izuku certainly likes being pampered, eats these compliments up and is enjoying all of this—it does things to Katsuki.
He wants to give him more, and more, and then more, and then everything, and then die and come back and do it all over again, and then for Izuku to rail him just a little bit.
"Go ahead," He murmurs, leaning so close his lips brush against Izuku's jaw, and he starts planting soft, sloppy kisses against his skin, the sounds already too loud and obscene for these things to be happening in a changing room, "I'm waiting with my legs open."
"K—Kacchan!" Izuku yelps, mortified at his outrageous words. He slaps him in a playful manner and lets out these dazed, nervous giggles, "You tease! Wrap it up, baby, we're going to buy these clothes and then we're going straight home! You're outdoing yourself today, I swear."
Nuh-uh. Not yet. No way.
Because he's apparently being so impossible, let's... let's show Izuku what really is impossible, why won't we? Katsuki loves a good challenge.
With a decided mind, he starts kissing Izuku upwards, until he reaches the shell of his ear, nipping at it softly.
He then half-whispers, trying his best to speak in this sultry voice he knows his husband loves: "Izuku, you gotta keep quiet now."
"Wha—" Izuku manages to stutter before Katsuki reaches down, to his crotch, cupping it with his palm.
Unfortunately for Izuku, not only that. It so happens that Katsuki also... very decisively, drops to the floor, with a thud that is perhaps a bit too loud.
He drops to his knees, inside this tight, cramped space where two grown men can barely even fit.
Yes, he is about to suck his pretty nerd off in a changing room of a luxurious shop, at the mall, in a pretty much public place.
Yes, there's nothing that can be done about these facts, he's already decided.
"Kacchan? Kacchan! What. Are. You. Doing?" Izuku hisses, looking at him so freaked out as if Katsuki at least came out to him as an alien or something, his face completely red. His, already big eyes, widen so much he is genuinely afraid for Izuku—it looks painful.
And Katsuki? Katsuki is a smart man.
He doesn't risk his image and career for whatever reasons.
Okay, he never fucking risks them — he finds it stupid. Why would he? He is just an ordinary guy, living his domestic dream life with his hot as fuck husband, and then going to his dream work, and it's so enjoyable he wouldn't dream of risking it for something idiotic. He's so content with his life he wouldn't change a thing about it.
—Well, until now, apparently. Now he craves some of this public sex experience that never really occurred to him before, and what Katsuki sets his mind on, Katsuki gets.
"Nerd—" He huffs, and once he finds a position that isn't the most suffocating and there's enough space for him to kneel comfortably, he again reaches for Izuku's clothed dick, already imagining how delicious it'll taste in his mouth.
He teases Izuku with his palms, cupping his crotch—and he can already feel the growing bulge, the lack of space inside Izuku's boxers, and—fuck. It makes him want to coo and giggle and smile like a lovestruck idiot. His cute husband might swear he hates the idea of spontaneous oral sex at the mall, but his cock says otherwise.
"Katsuki, what the hell? No. No way, we're not doing that!" Izuku continues to protest, and it's clear he wants to yell but is too afraid someone might hear them, so he keeps his voice lowkey and in this half-whispered, pissed tone. He tries to grab Katsuki by his arm, but there's so little space he's not even able to bend over enough, "Stand up. That's crazy, Kacchan!"
"But Izuku..." He tries to make these hopeful eyes, looking up at him.
"No."
"Sweetheart, c'mon," He rolls these hopeful eyes now, his patience wearing thin, "No one will see, no one buys in this shop anyways, it's fuckin' deserted. Don't be like that."
Izuku still disagrees, fuck, "No! Baby, this is nuts, no way!"
He now fully grumbles in frustration, "I need to suck your dick or I'll die, you bastard!"
"Kacchan. I said something."
Okay, a new tactic. The last one.
"'Zuku," He murmurs with his prettiest tone, looking up at Izuku again, but with a certain gaze now.
His pleading gaze—one he didn't know he was capable of until Izuku started showing him very life-changing things in bed.
He then found out that, after all, he does know how to say please, how to beg and how not to be a menace. It just... takes some time, some work and a whole lot of Izuku's cock.
Katsuki leans in, so that his cheek bumps against the nerd's crotch with slight force, snuggling there. His face is basically squeezing against Izuku's hard cock, and he softly brushes his cheek up and down, while keeping his adorable gaze glued to Izuku's.
He does realize it is very over the top and the position is almost pornographic; well, at the same time, he also knows it will be Izuku's last straw.
It will make Izuku go nuts, he bets. His husband loves watching and having Katsuki's face anywhere near his lower parts.
His pretty, begging eyes are an another helpful factor — oh, he knows, because as soon as Izuku gets a good look into these burning, red, pleading irises, he lets out a needy, defeated groan, and it seems like his facade breaks in that moment exactly. He seems to be slowly giving up, his palms shaking slightly, breath hitching and uneven.
So easy it is cute.
Katsuki also makes sure to arch his back and pout some more, sticking out his lower lip. Just in case Izuku needs a whole performance to feel frisky enough.
"Pretty please, 'Zuku. Let me, please, need your dick in my mouth. Need somethin' to shut me up, been thinkin' about it the whole day."
"Mmn, Kacchan..." Izuku already whimpers, and so he takes it as a green light. Before he changes his mind, he quietly undoes his husband's zipper and pulls down his pants and boxers at once, letting his erected cock sprang free and hit Katsuki in the face. To be clear, he does it on purpose, keeping his face dangerously close for Izuku's shaft to slap him. It gets a startled, high-pitched yelp out of Izuku, at what Katsuki barks a loud laugh, "But that's—if someone sees us..."
He shakes his head, brushing it off as if it was the biggest nonsense there is, too busy staring at Izuku's perfect cock, "No one will see us, nerd."
Because they need to be quick, he dives right in. With his movement already practiced, he gracefully pushes his head forwards and takes Izuku's whole length at once.
Okay, not the whole length, but more than a half of it.
Please, do not throw tomatoes at him, he is the throat goat, it's just that Izuku is really fucking big. Not his fault.
He makes sure to keep his gaze fixated on Izuku's as he goes, because he knows his husband loves it the most when he looks at him from the floor with this desperate, fucked-out gaze.
Eye-contact from the ground seems to do things to Izuku, which is, hm, interesting. It's good knowledge, just a fun-fact to keep in mind.
And, honestly, it turns Katsuki on that Izuku finds such dirty things attractive; what do you mean, his adorable, wholesome, cute nerd gets off to the filthiest stuff? Now that's a hell of a turn-on.
He keeps making these slurpy, sloppy sounds that really shouldn't be happening in a semi-public place; and if someone did as much as just... crouch to pick up a fallen item or bend over to tie their shoes, they would notice a kneeling figure moving and slurping in a very suspicious way right away.
Does he care? Fuck, no. This is his dinner time, he's getting a treat and he will make the most out of it.
He keeps licking Izuku's dick as if it really was that good—because it is—and Izuku slowly cannot keep muffling and suppressing his own sounds.
Izuku lets out these absolutely adorable, terrified of being caught little grunts and whimpers, and he doesn't even dare to grab Katsuki by his hair to make him go faster like he usually does. Usually, Katsuki would've been wrecked as of now — his blond spikes all disheveled, eyes reddened, smeared mascara mixed with tears falling down his face — all that.
Izuku knows how to turn a simple blow job into a full performance, making sure Katsuki gets almost as much out of it.
Yet, since this time Izuku really seems mortified and doesn't initiate much physical contact, except for having Katsuki's lips attached to his shaft of course, Katsuki decides to take the matters into his own hands and grab the nerd by his hips for a better grip. If Izuku doesn't want to fuck his mouth like he's a damn fleshlight, meant to nest his cock, he'll take care of it by himself.
He keeps bobbing his head from side to side, in a way that makes it very obvious he's trying his best to swallow Izuku's cock whole and deep-throat, and pushes forward until his nose brushes against his pubic hair. He lets out a small, choking gag at what Izuku's cock twitches, because—did Katsuki mention he also loves that filthy shit? Having Katsuki choke on his cock? Yeah, Izuku loves that. He might not seem like the type, but he so is.
He fights back a smirk at Izuku's eager reactions, and the more he swallows around the large shaft, the more his burning eyes get teary, glistening with tears.
He's already used to it, but it takes a lot to swallow Izuku's whole length, and so he has to take a small break.
Especially that they are in a... random fucking place, not at home, where Izuku always takes care of him and remembers to put a pillow under Katsuki's knees, sometimes lets Katsuki touch himself while he eats his dick or even has him sit on a dildo. Now, though? It feels more filthy and unfamiliar, and despite being very excited and turned on to do so, it is a bit more difficult. Izuku keeps acting reserved, and so Katsuki has to be more in charge—not necessarily liking to be.
Collecting himself, because they have to be quick, he grips his husband by his hip bones tighter, at what the other man squirms and bucks his hips in a way that causes his dick to, quite painfully, hit the back of Katsuki's throat. His eyes widen, and he violently gags at that again, the tears pricking in the corner of his eyes spilling all at once. He slides Izuku's shaft out of his mouth in and instant and tries to take a proper breather, his gasps sharp, throat already slightly sensitive.
"S—Shit, Kacchan, oh baby, 'm sorry—" Izuku's eyes widen, too, and he reaches for Katsuki to stand up, at what he shakes his head.
"Nah, 's all good," He reassures, but his voice comes out as very raspy and tight. Nonetheless, he eagerly swirls his tongue against Izuku's leaking tip and keeps licking his underbase, and once it gets easier to breathe, he gets back to the deep-throating his husband like there's no tomorrow thing, diving in once again and taking slow, controlled breaths through his nose while at it.
His eyelashes flutter as he holds the majority of Izuku's length inside his mouth, and he feels at the verge of spitting him out, but he wouldn't, because he's good like that. He wants to make Izuku feel blissful, the best, he needs his nerd to feel so fucking good he's out of it; he wants everything.
Katsuki catches a big whiff of Izuku's musky scent while at it—and, holy shit, it so turns him on he could just cum on the spot. It makes him even more eager and excited, and so he keeps bobbing his head from side to side while pushing forwards to really make sure he's gagging on Izuku's whole length.
He won't do it half-assed, each centimeter of Izuku's shaft has to be nested inside Katsuki's throat or he won't give up.
Izuku seems both awestruck and shaken up, his mouth letting out such pretty, desperate sounds since he cannot fully control it anymore, his whole body trembling.
"K—Kacchan, nn, I'm c—close."
Those little words from Izuku work on him like magic, stirring him up to do better. His little nerd is close? He will suck his life out of him, thank you very much, let's make 'Zuku cum in seconds. Let's make 'Zuku explode into his throat, let's make Katsuki choke on his husband's delicious seed, why the fuck not?
With gusto that definitely is rather unwelcome in a public place such as... damn, a luxurious fucking shop, he slides Izuku's length out of his throat, only to repeat the motion over and over and gag on that thing like there's no tomorrow, his mouth doing God's work with the way he keeps swallowing over Izuku's cock.
One could think that Katsuki gets more pleasure from sucking Izuku off than Izuku from receiving the blowjob, honestly.
"Kacch—mmn, s-shit," His beautiful Izuku moans, trying to quieten himself down with his palm slapped over his mouth, "Ngh, I'm gonna—Kacchan, 'm gonna—"
Mm, fuck. It makes him feel so fucking dirty, as if they're doing something forbidden—because they fucking are, and it all somehow feels... well, let's say it's more of a turn on than Katsuki would've thought.
He uncontrollably arches his back, trying to—what, ride the floor? Dry hump it? It's filthy, but his hips work on an auto-pilot and he can't stop his own movement, needy for even the faintest amount of any friction. At some point, he even shifts his own leg under his ass to be able to grind against his heel, fuck.
Just like that, with a loud mewl, Izuku bursts, his seed hitting the back of his throat with strength that makes Katsuki cough.
Despite choking in the moment, he still tries to swallow as much of it as he can, as not to disappoint. Some of it spills down his chin, but not much. With teary eyes, he slides Izuku's cock out of his mouth and starts licking him clean—and fuck, his jaw is so sore he might just never open it again. He'll just shut up forever. At least his throat doesn't hurt like a bitch yet, so there's still time to swallow the remains of Izuku's cum from his tip.
Even after Izuku cums and his dick goes limp, he still gives it these kitten licks that keep Izuku on edge, knees still pressed against the hard floor, despite his body aching. Fuck, his jaw is sore. His eyes are reddened and burn with tears. His face is a mess. His throat is about to be very sore. And his knees are for sure bruised.
Yet, his husband's fucked out expression makes it all worth it — his beautiful eyes, now shimmering with unshed tears, these plush lips slightly parted as if waiting for Katsuki to slide his tongue inside, fuck. He looks out of it, breathing heavily, but he collects himself quicker than he usually would — the fact that they're in a literal fancy, elegant store making him rather anxious, Katsuki guesses.
Normally, 'Zuku would get the princess treatment, but it's difficult to take care of him when they're in such a small space and Katsuki also has to gather himself from the uncomfortable floor.
Probably experiencing the same thoughts, Izuku looks at him softly and reaches his trembling arms for him, helping him stand up. He brushes his fingers against Katsuki's his lips, collecting the remains of seed from the corners of his mouth and his chin, at what he smiles gently and leans in for a kiss—
"No," Izuku mutters, lips pressed into a thin line, resisting his kiss. The fuck?
He just did such a good job. What do you mean, no kisses? Did he not... not suck him off good?
He tilts his head to the side, and his throat burns now, voice coming out raspy, "No?"
"No kisses for naughty husbands, Kacchan," Izuku throws him a disappointed look and grabs him by his wrist to finally, finally leave the little, tight space.
It makes him pout and feel a bit underappreciated, but... he kind of caused it by himself. Katsuki brought it upon himself. Okay, so Izuku is a bit sulky. He can work with that. Later.
They head to the the cash registers, and because Katsuki isn't very convinced that going shopping just to buy a tie and one shirt is enough, he grabs two more pairs of the same shirt (and, can't himself and also picks the same one but red, because red and orange are his colors) and it all happens so quickly Izuku doesn't even have time to disagree with him, fortunately.
So, their shopping turns out to be a bit more successful than they suspected, and now his Izuku has four new shirts, a tie, and his dick sucked dry.
Because he wouldn't dare to make a scene inside the shop—because he's this polite and behaved guy Izuku Midoriya, he only glares at Katsuki. Especially when he pays—a fucking lot, but he doesn't even blink or look at the receipt, since it's for Izuku. Unfortunately, his husband doesn't share the enthusiasm.
After they finally leave the mall, only then Izuku huffs and stops them, very obviously about to scold Katsuki.
He puts on the annoyed nerd tone and looks at Katsuki as if he was crazy. He thinks he is doing a good job scolding Katsuki, but it only turns him on, "Kacchan!"
"What."
"What is up with you today?" Izuku pouts, crossing his arms over his chest, "You've spent... so much on these clothes, and..."
Katsuki smirks softly, "What, you don't like it?"
"That's not the point! But you—you're making risky choices today and..."
"Jeez, 'Zuku," He rolls his eyes, "Everyone fucks in the changing rooms, not a big deal. And spending money on you turns me on. It's a kink, don't kink shame me, nerd."
Izuku chooses to, respectfully, ignore most of his words and only comments on the first part, "Ew, Kacchan! Who fucks in the changing rooms? No one!"
He rolls his eyes, "Everyone, nerd."
"Yeah? Then what, you want to have sex in such dirty space, where everyone has been?"
Now that... does sound fair, and also makes him wince in disgust, "Fuck, no!"
"Then, Kacchan—" Izuku smiles to him, the smile scary, "Come again. Does everyone fuck in the changing rooms or not?"
"The fuck would I know," He just grumbles as they approach his car, pouting but still opening the door for Izuku, because even if he might be sulky, he is a gentleman first.
"So we're lying now, aren't we?" Izuku obviously teases as he fastens his seatbelts and Katsuki starts the car, "Just to justify your new cute kink or what, Kacchan?"
"It's not my kink, dumbass! Just," He shrugs, navigating the wheel with just one hand, the other one placed firmly on Izuku's thigh, "You. 'S you."
Izuku giggles at that, "What about me?"
"Don't make me talk 'bout you while we're drivin', or—" He scoffs, shaking his head, "I'm gonna get hard and we'll crash and all."
"Hmm," His husband thinks out loud, playing with Katsuki's fingers splayed on his thigh, "You know what? I think we're bound to have a long conversation at home, Kacchan. Your behavior today was unacceptable."
Oh.
Oh. He said that in this cold, dangerous voice that does things to Katsuki's lower stomach.
Fuck, it can only mean one thing, the thing being trouble. Getting fucked hard.
And once Izuku puts on a show and gets all... serious and demanding and unforgiving on Katsuki—if it isn't the fucking best, he already wants to pull over so Izuku fucks him in the car. On the other side, he knows he already went overboard today, so... let's just stop with trying risky things today. Let's just drive home.
(Katsuki still pops a boner. Izuku laughs and pretends not to notice to spite him further.)
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The moment they step inside their house, the atmosphere changes drastically.
By the way his husband slams the door shut, he knows he really did fuck up a big time. In the best way possible. He fucked up so bad he's about to get it.
Izuku is angry.
Katsuki can already feel these overwhelming, cold shivers running down his spine. Nothing's happened yet, but he's already on edge, waiting
Izuku takes off his shoes and walks inside the living room, dropping his shopping bags to the floor with a loud thud, and Katsuki's breath hitches dangerously at the mere view.
And if it doesn't make his dick twitch in his boxers in an instant, holy fuck. The grip Izuku Midoriya has on him; honestly, it should be studied. Katsuki himself doesn't fully understand, and it's been this way since forever. For as long as he can remember, there's only ever been Izuku. His world is full of him; his world is only, exclusively him.
He still feels slightly needy and sensitive after only taking care of Izuku at the mall, and so—it's not going to take a lot to make Katsuki feel good. In other words, it might be a rather pathetic sight and Izuku just might make him cum in seconds. He'd rather if such scenario doesn't happen, but again, it's Izuku we're talking about.
Izuku and his oversized, scarred palms that somehow always know what to do with him; as if meant to handle Katsuki, to explore his body and discover new sensitive spots each time.
Izuku's perfect smile that makes Katsuki squirm whenever it is aimed at him. He causes his beautiful husband to smile in this disarming, precious way, and suddenly his day is just better and he goes to work with a proud, satisfied grin, catching all the surprised gazes of his coworkers.
Izuku's abnormal eyelashes that flutter so prettily Katsuki can honestly just die, and he'll die a happy man. They are so long, and it is simply unfair for a person to have the most captivating eyes in the whole world, and then also the most stunning eyelashes. How is that okay? Someone sue the nerd, he's too damn perfect.
And Izuku's enormous dick, of course. How can he walk with this unruly monster hiding between his legs, Katsuki has no idea. He wouldn't know.
"Nerd?" He murmurs, walking up to Izuku. Okay, let's be honest, almost running up to Izuku. He's eager; it isn't a sin. It is a bit pathetic, but not unheard of when it comes to the two of them.
He cannot properly describe the heat he feels in his lower stomach once he faces his husband, and then has the time to properly gather his expression. It wrecks him, honestly. Izuku's face in that moment—it is so fucking cold and mad, almost mocking as he raises his brows, making Katsuki feel... oh, so small.
He can never fully believe that his doe-eyed nerd and his sparkling sage-greens are even capable of such coldness. What do you mean, his sweet Izuku with the sweetest doll eyes suddenly turns stone cold, glaring at Katsuki with somehow that resembles both a threat and a great fucking disappointment?
Fuck, you don't say. His Izuku, so damn cold? Katsuki's dick might've just permanently arisen, because—what the hell, sure.
Obviously, Izuku isn't seriously angered. If he were, Katsuki would probably already be on his knees, apologizing.
No; it's the opposite, really. They're about to do something really fun, and Izuku's expression only shows him that there will be a punishment somewhere on their way today, the punishment in question being some certain, sexual things, and in general — he is about to get wrecked for his unacceptable behavior at the mall.
Which is—one would say, a cruel way to discipline him. Karma. What he gets for being a brat.
Katsuki, on the other hand, would call it a reward.
Izuku finally speaks up and exclaims frankly, tone cold: "You really went overboard today, Katsuki."
Katsuki.
Not Kacchan. Not Kacchan, since this is something special.
This is Izuku's teacher tone.
Meaning—it is Katsuki's favorite thing in the whole world. When Izuku gets mad and uses this special tone, and then things are just bound to get freaky.
So, fighting back a giggle, he bats his eyelashes at the nerd and mutters, "Did I?"
"Yes, Katsuki. You really did."
"Oh," He fakes a surprised, scared gasp, but does poorly on hiding his excitement, "Whatever shall we fuckin' do now?"
Izuku rolls his eyes at that and drops the facade for a moment. He looks disappointed in Katsuki's acting skills, "Seriously, Kacchan? Do better than that, that was too dumb. You're too excited!"
He really is shitty at hiding his emotions. He thought people back in high-school were bullshitting with saying that he wears his heart on his sleeve, but they might've been onto something. He thought he was cool and mysterious, only to find out that he is a very obvious person that's the opposite of mysterious. And a horrible actor to boot.
"Damn, fuck—" He snorts out loud, smiling to Izuku who mimics his expression, and they both laugh, "Okay, wait. Say it again, nerd."
"Jeez!" Izuku huffs, and then changes his tone back to this cold, distant one, "You really messed up today, Katsuki."
"Yeah?" He looks into Izuku's eyes, so fucking deeply. He tries to come up with something reasonable, but what is he even supposed to say? "Have I been a bad boy?"
It has Izuku let out a tired sigh again, "You wouldn't say that, dummy. You suck at role-playing."
"I don't know what the fuck to say!" He barks a laugh of pure hopelessness, shaking his head, "That's—the fuck would I even say to that?"
"I don't know," Izuku snorts, but then his expression fades a bit, "But you actually went overboard today, Kacchan. Like, no kidding! Someone could've seen us!"
"Blah, blah. If I wanna suck the nerd's dick, I will."
Izuku whines at his idiotic exclamation and murmurs, "When he only married you for your big dick 'cause you've got nothing else to offer..."
He laughs out loud, "Well, you only married me for my ass."
"Nuh-uh, I married you for your small waist, baby. Get your facts straight."
"It's not small, you idiot."
"It is," Izuku teases. That fucking nerd, "Oh, and also for your big tits."
"Don't call 'em tits, you fuckin' weirdo! You're such a damn pervert!"
"Care to remind me who sucked my dick in a literal public place?" Izuku huffs, holding him by that infamous small waist he mentioned and pulling him closer, "You're the only perverted one here, baby. And I think you've done it for the day, Katsuki. Honestly."
"I fuckin'—"
"Nuh-uh," Izuku silences him, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to open his mouth, only to insert his thumb there, "You like to have your mouth full so badly, hm? Then suck it."
Katsuki listens, because of course, and even puts on a show.
He eagerly swirls his tongue around Izuku's digit from the start, staring into Izuku's beautiful, sage green eyes. He moans around the thumb and keeps making these slurpy, sucking sounds that he knows will get to Izuku, his little obscenities more than enough to remind his husband of their fun activity from earlier that really seems to have shocked him.
After what Izuku thinks is enough (after the nerd gets hard and tries to hide it but fails miserably), he yanks his thumb out of Katsuki's mouth and decisively walks up to one of the chairs by the table. Katsuki grins with excitement at the mere view, already curious about what Izuku might be planning.
He sits down, posture straightened, and glares at Katsuki.
His gaze is sharp, and he looks like he's about to devour him, fuck. It honestly makes him a little flustered—he just stands there, in the middle of the room, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself; unsure for as long as Izuku doesn't tell him what. He bites on his lower lip and tries to hold the eye-contact, only for his burning, red irises to lose, breaking under the pressure. He just... Izuku's stare is so intense he might just cum on the spot, it's that easy for him. So let's not.
"Come here," He says, the cold tone back. Katsuki's boner back, too.
He does. He walks up to the other man and stands there obediently, without moving further, waiting for when he—
—Pats his thighs. Yeah. Fuck, yeah. Hell fucking yeah, here it is.
"Sit in my lap."
He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, nodding obediently as if he was the goodest boy out there, placing himself in Izuku's hold.
He straddles his thighs and, from the start, slowly rolls his hips and teases, arching his back just for the sake of it—just to show off. Izuku didn't even manage to properly tighten his grip on him yet, but he's already all arched prettily. Izuku doesn't have to ask, he just delivers like that. Mhm.
His husband smiles in satisfaction, his arms already finding their way to the small of Katsuki's back. He hooks his fingers around the belt loops of Katsuki's jeans and tugs at them, only to tease Katsuki because it is just that easy, making him bounce slightly in his lap, landing on Izuku's hard-on each time, which results in both of them grunting and panting each time it happens.
"Do you think what you've done today was okay?" Izuku asks, breaking the silence after minutes of their subtle dry humping session. His expression looks so scolding and disappointed Katsuki almost actually feels bad. If they weren't role-playing, he'd already be begging for forgiveness, terrified that he failed his husband, "Was it right? Was it how a boy like you should behave?"
Katsuki shakes his head with a serious expression now, "No, sir."
There it is. His fucking favorite. To call Izuku this perverted, obscene way. Fucking yippie.
Katsuki doesn't think he has this kink in particular, to be clear. For older men, or teachers, or authoritative figures in general. It's not the direction he would aim for to properly name it.
He doesn't have the hots for teachers at all—he has the hots for whoever Izuku is.
If Izuku were to be a librarian, he would want his dick stroked with a Shakespeare's book. If Izuku was a firefighter, he'd ask him to put out the fire in his pants. If he was a fuckin'—farmer, let's say, Katsuki would gladly ask to get railed in a haystack or for Izuku to milk him like a cow, whatever. This is exactly how it works, cheers and thank you.
He isn't attracted to teachers; but if Izuku is one, he suddenly is.
To one teacher, to be precise. Izuku is a teacher, and Katsuki is suddenly a very, very bad and misbehaving student, waiting for his punishment. He's so naughty.
"I see," Izuku nods firmly, "At least you're aware. Do you think you deserve to be sitting in my lap right now, then?"
Oh. Oh, oh, oh.
"No, sir—" He repeats himself, but then licks his lips and adds, "But you... you know I've got potential, sir. You can't just... give up on me, right? I can also be good. Sir."
"Smart boy," Izuku chuckles and softly caresses his face, his palm on Katsuki's cheek so... warm and delicate, fuck, and he's moving his hand in this specific manner that gives him goosebumps, as if Katsuki was something fragile, "But—you do know I can't always reward you, Katsuki? Not when you've been so disobedient. You understand that, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Are you sure?" Izuku asks, "Or do you blame me? Maybe you think that I'm being unfair? Tell me, sweetheart. I need to know."
"I'm sure, sir. It's my fault. I've been... I've been misbehaving. I deserve the worst punishment."
"Good boy," Izuku murmurs quietly, placing a gentle, slow peck on his lips that feels way too fucking intimate and makes him feel so much he almost explodes, "At least you know that. And... will you tell anyone about this? About this little arrangement? Us?"
He shakes his head, almost frantically. Almost obsessively, "N—No, sir. I would fuckin' never, you have my word."
"Katsuki," Izuku sighs, looking at him very disappointed, "What did I tell you about your crude language?"
"Oh, shit—" He yelps, which really does not help his situation, "Fuck—No, wait. Sorry. Uh, sir. I'm so sorry, I forgot myself, I'll just suck your dick as an apology, yeah?"
He tries to continue with a straight face, but Izuku lets out a snort he can't hold in, and so his whole facade of a serious, sophisticated teacher falls. He leans in with absolute amusement, planting a soft kiss on the shell of his ear and then whispers: "Kacchan, you dummy! Quit it, we were doin' so good!"
He giggles back, looking at Izuku so damn fondly he could melt. He also whispers, "Fuck, I know! I'm sorry, nerd, 's hard to keep in character! You try being a fuckin' student again!"
Izuku just shakes his head and laughs, "Okay, shut up, silly. Let's get back to it."
With that, Izuku pulls away and his expression fades, changing to that serious one once again. Fuck, he looks so handsome.
"Can we pretend you hit your head real hard and had amnesia or somethin' so you don't remember me cursing moments ago?" He asks dumbly, staring at Izuku who tries real hard not to snort again.
"Yes, shut up already!" He only groans in response, as to not break out of character once again, "Okay. Okay—How do I know you won't tell anyone, Katsuki?"
"Mm, 'cause—" He murmurs, trying to think about something reasonable. The answer that comes isn't very reasonable, but he doesn't have any smarter ideas, "No one likes me and I have daddy issues."
Izuku rolls his eyes at his poor performance, but continues nonetheless, "Mhm. Maybe you should seek a therapist instead of me. I, on the other hand, shall seek someone saner to role-play with, Katsuki. You've been a very bad boy."
"Shit, sir! I'm so sorry, I'll suck my way out of these problems! I just need one chance to prove myself. I'm ready, throw your monstrous dick at me, sir!"
"Kacchaaan," Izuku groans again, his hands softly patting the small of his back, "How are you so bad at this? It's your kink!"
"I like it when you fuck me in your teacher outfit and I have to call you sir, you fuckin' nerd!" He raises his arms in a gesture of innocence and shrugs dramatically, "I don't know how to talk like a student!"
"Ugh, but we need foreplay before I rail you!"
"No, 'Zuku. We just need your massive dick in my also massive, yet tight ass."
"Hmph," Izuku sulks at him, which is a very rare and a very arousing sight, so he kind of cannot get enough and only wants to stir the pot further, "I could always just manhandle you into listening to me, you know."
Katsuki's grin gets exceptionally wide at that. Has he ever been this happy? "Sounds like a very reasonable idea, sir."
"Oh, so you can be good, Katsuki?" Izuku hums and flashes him a satisfied smile, "What a surprise."
"Sometimes," He shrugs uncaringly and brushes his fingers against the nerd's tie, and then reaches towards his neck, caressing his skin there and traveling upwards, until he traces the outline of Izuku's jaw with his fingers, "Only for this certain teacher that I really, really like."
Izuku tilts his head to the side and raises a brow, "Can you tell me more about it, Katsuki? It worries me. You shouldn't like your teachers, it's very inappropriate."
He pouts at that, his sulky expression exaggerated in a way that makes even Katsuki cringe, "I know, sir! It's so stupid, ugh. I just can't help it. It's... It's embarrassing."
"What is, baby?" Izuku asks in a very, very patronizing tone that makes him get wet on the spot. Actually, because he can physically feel the pre-cum leaking out of his cock and staining his boxers now, which is somehow both embarrassing and extremely arousing.
"You know, sir—" He says, voice small. He reaches for Izuku's wrist and guides it to his crotch, pressing his husband's palm against his erected dick, "Uh, this. This makes me very embarrassed. I... I know I shouldn't feel this way, but... uh. Please don't tell anyone."
"Oh, sweetheart," Izuku coos, kissing his temple and grabbing his dick really fucking hard from the very beginning, massaging it in a sharp, harsh way that has him moan and squirm right away, which is—so fucking sexy. The feather-light kiss in pair with treating his cock with so little respect? Thank you. Thank you with a cherry on top, "It's okay. You don't have to be shy with me, I feel the same way towards you."
"Really?" Katsuki gasps and prays not to mess up the role-play with his foul mouth. He softly spreads his legs, at what Izuku almost forces his hand beneath the waistband of his pants with eagerness that make his cock twitch in excitement.
Izuku teases him through his boxers now, at what he moves his hips in a way that matches the other man's pace with satisfied grunts. Once Izuku finds the wet spot in his boxers, his smile grows and he cups him there, smearing the pre-cum with his thumb through the fabric, only to make a bigger mess and stain his underwear further, "Mm. You've got such nice fingers, teach."
Izuku stops then, "Teach? I think you meant sir, Katsuki."
"Shit!"
His husband clicks his tongue at that, obviously displeased, "What did I say about your filthy language?"
He whines, because yes, he did mess up the role-play, but he's very horny now, so it's not funny anymore. He bucks his hips against Izuku's palm and pouts, "I forgot! I'm sorry."
"You're forgetting yourself a lot today, Katsuki," Izuku sighs, "Get off. There's no point in working with you today, it seems like."
"Hah?" He almost barks in frustration, but remembers not to, "I—I mean, what do you mean, sir? You can't just give up on me, I—"
But Izuku doesn't care. With this unsatisfied, almost mean expression—okay, not mean. Izuku doesn't have a mean bone in his body, even if he tried it during role-playing. It's more stern, if anything. His eyebrows are furrowed, his emotive eyes express disappointment and his mouth is pressed into a thin line.
He looks at Katsuki as if he didn't expect anything from him, and proceeds to push him off of his lap—he still does it delicately, careful so that Katsuki doesn't fall on his ass, but... fuck, he really messed up the damn role-play.
"Take off your pants and panties, Katsuki," Izuku orders, tone so attractive it's straight up dangerous, "And lie on my thighs, facing the floor."
Oh. So this is how we're playing this. He's game. Punishment? Fuck, this is going to be the best reward of his life.
"Oh, no, sir. What an absolute tragedy—" He fakes a saddened, worried tone as he kicks off his pants in a ridiculous hurry, undressing so quick as if his clothes were burning his skin, "I am so—" Now he pulls down his boxers, throwing them to the floor, "—damn scared!"
He smirks to Izuku in excitement and places himself in his lap before the other man can even speak. Izuku's arms only ghost over his skin and help him lie down, tracing his spine and toying with his body as he moves.
Katsuki makes extra sure to bend over in just the right way, giving his husband the best possible angle to ogle him.
So what if he overdoes it with the back-arch? Izuku eats it up every time.
"L—Like that, sir? 'S that okay?" He asks with false uncertainty, as if he didn't already know, "I've never done it before, you know."
"Yes, baby. This will do," Izuku speaks calmly and his tone sounds casual, but he unreveals his eagerness in the way he immediately places his palms against Katsuki's round ass, caressing him all over his globes, "Good boy. At least you know how to properly show off your assets. You'll go places."
He can't help but snort at that, and Izuku does, too—in disbelief of what bullshit even leaves his mouth.
"Will it—" He clears his throat, "Will it hurt, sir?"
"I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart," Izuku coos in this saddened, patronizing tone, "But you've been really naughty today. You've outdone yourself, really. I don't even know what to do with you."
His husband sighs, but he focuses on the other sound he hears. Katsuki hears and feels Izuku rummaging through his pocket. Probably for lube, which is very good news, because he certainly is starving, very cock-hungry and needy.
Katsuki only doesn't say anything because he already knows damn well it is pointless to rush Izuku during sex; he loves these riddiculously slow foreplays, it's the curse of marrying a wholesome, loving nerd, and Katsuki is ready to deal with it. It's a curse he can live with. What the hell, sure, do worship him for hours before you'll even think of touching his dick, whatever.
Unfortunately, Izuku doesn't squeeze the lube onto his fingers, but right away on Katsuki's bare hole, the cold liquid spilling on him with no warning.
It makes him let out a hiss, and his whole lower body tenses for a moment, only for Izuku's warm hands to caress the small of his back in a calming manner, as if he didn't cause it himself.
Fuck, it's so cold when Izuku doesn't warm it up with his fingers beforehand he almost chokes on air.
"S—Shit," He huffs, his ass clenching at the friction.
"Did I hear another swear word?" Izuku asks, and he can sense the warning in his tone.
He immediately denies, "No!"
"Oh," Izuku starts playing with his needy hole, in such a sloppy way it isn't even funny. He moves as if he was bored, tracing slow circles against his entrance. It has Katsuki cry out loud, and he lets out a gasp that he, again, almost chokes on. It's difficult to properly breathe or pant in this position, that's why. "We're lying now, huh? You're really proving yourself to me today, Katsuki. Proving that I'm making a mistake."
"No! 'S just that shit isn't a swear word! It's really not—" He huffs, trying to justify himself, "I don't consider it a swear word. And many other people."
"I see. You're vulgar, you're a liar and you're also being a smart-ass," He can't see Izuku in the moment, but he's sure he just nods in this annoyed, done teacher way that turns him on.
With that, Izuku pushes one finger inside him with no warning, at what he mewls, unable to even answer him. For a moment, he forgets about the role-play and just gasps, "I—Izu, oh fuck, 'Zuku—"
"Hm?" Izuku hums quietly, not moving his finger yet, but holding it buried deep, "Everything good, Kacchan?"
When his vision gets clearer and it's easier to think, he nods, "Yes, sir."
"Oh. Okay, good," Izuku murmurs softly and starts moving his digit; the amount of lube he spilled on Katsuki's poor hole making it all sound so damn squelchy and obnoxious he feels as if his ass was some rusty fucking door at the verge of breaking, but at least the feeling is heavenly, "Good boy. Taking my finger so prettily, you're so good."
"Good boy needs one more finger at least," He grumbles, his voice needy and slightly strained as it's difficult to talk in the position he's laying in, face down, hole penetrated as we speak.
"Good boy is becoming too greedy," His husband sums him up and scoffs, "I don't know if I should give it to you."
"Mm, maybe it'll teach me a lesson?" He suggests, trying his hardest to move his ass, but both the gravity and Izuku's palm seem to hate him, making it impossible to move, "I think 's worth a try."
"I doubt it. You're a lost cause, boy—" Izuku murmurs with amusement, but adds another finger because he loves Katsuki and can't exactly deny him.
As it gets easier to move inside Katsuki, he also adds his third digit, now properly pumping his fingers in an out.
But, because it is supposed to be his punishment, his merciless Izuku also keeps his movement limited; careful not to make Katsuki feel too good.
The king of slow foreplay that is also nerding the fuck out when it comes to sex, happened to remember exactly, step by step, just how to make Katsuki see stars. That knowledge is simply dangerous to have, since now he also became the king of edging — giving him an exact amount of pleasure he chooses to.
Katsuki wonders whether Izuku describes his ass in his stupid notebook, too.
A hundred ways to find Kacchan's prostate — a step-by-step tutorial by Izuku Midoriya!
He wouldn't even be surprised if it turned out to be true. Izuku really did master taking care of Katsuki's body, so whenever he wants to, he can simply refuse to hit his prostate. He knows exactly how to and how not to, using this damn knowledge against him, fucking hell.
Katsuki tries to get what he wants by himself and, when Izuku is deep enough, bend his back so that Izuku hits him there despite not planning to, but anytime he does so, Izuku just holds him tighter and clicks his tongue in annoyance, probably shaking his head in disappointment.
"Katsuki, you are so misbehaving today I must say I am baffled," Izuku huffs, "I didn't think I would have to go to such extremes, but..."
Izuku slides his fingers out of his hole, grabbing him by the waist and manhandling into a sitting position. He stares into Katsuki's burning eyes and instructs him, "Stand up, baby. You're going to turn away, kneel on this chair, present your pretty little ass to me and let me do whatever I please to you. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," He nods, but—since he is so needy and has the rare chance to face Izuku, he weakly leans in for a pathetic, wet kiss, mouth already parted.
Izuku should deny him, since he's in for a punishment and he's been bad and disobedient, but he softens his grip around Katsuki's waist and licks into his mouth with just as much neediness, humming into it. He swirls his tongue against Katsuki's and gently moves his jaw, moving forwards while Katsuki moves backwards; obviously, a bit overpowered by his pretty freckled man there.
Izuku can't help himself and lets his hands wander towards his ass, only to pull at it and knead his soft skin in a way that makes Katsuki weak at the knees.
"Mm, how comes such a pretty mouth—" Izuku murmurs after they pull back, only to wetly kiss him again and again, squeezing Katsuki's poor ass as if it was all its fault, "—say such dirty words, hm?"
"No one taught me better, sir," He murmurs, brushing his nose against Izuku's in a sappy little manner, at what the other man smiles in this disarming, disarming way, "Maybe you can, sensei."
"I certainly will try, baby," His husband hums as he stands up, pulling Katsuki with himself. With that, he reaches for the backrest of the chair and starts dragging it towards the wall.
Katsuki follows, very obviously. He remembers the plan is for him to obscenely bend over and present his ass to Izuku, and so he will, already plopping himself there.
He turns away from Izuku once again, his knees digging into the chair. He rests his arms against the backrest and arches his back—the sounds of approval certainly only helping with it, and Izuku very eagerly lets him know how much he likes it with the way he sharply exhales at the sight, almost choking on his own breath.
"Shit, just like that—" Izuku's tone is so breathy and desperate, and before Katsuki can even show him everything he can do, he is already being crushed by his husband's crotch.
Izuku simply grabs him by the waist and bumps his hips against Katsuki's bare ass; except that Izuku is still fully dressed, so he is met with his dick armored by a two whole layers of clothing.
Yet, if it doesn't feel very fucking intimate.
He can feel his husband's erection pressing against his ass, but Izuku doesn't even move, clearly very into whatever he is doing in the moment—Katsuki can understand it, because he himself gets off to being fully naked next to fully dressed Izuku.
The imbalance in their clothing is certainly very arousing for the both of them, and so Izuku just subtly grinds his clothed erection against Katsuki's slick, reddened hole with a low, throaty grunt.
Once he hears the sound of Izuku's zipper—his cock automatically twitches, as if on command.
Izuku snickers at his eager behavior, finally pulling out his own shaft. He did it, the ultimate weapon is finally out, everyone. Cheers.
With his tip, he reaches for Katsuki's entrance, softly slapping against it a few times, which feels more sensitive he would've thought. He hisses in an almost painful way, his eyes widening as if he's already got fucked. He can also feel himself clenching and unclenching, and so Izuku can also probably see it.
"'Z—Zuku," He groans at the new friction, his voice breathy and tight.
"'Zuku?" His husband repeats, "Care to remind me when exactly we've dropped the honorifics, Katsuki? Hm?"
"Sensei," He corrects himself with a needy sigh, "Sir. Y'can't tease me this much or I'm gonna—"
Izuku cackles at Katsuki's desperation, interrupting him: "Then spread yourself open for me, baby. Okay?"
"But I gotta—" He murmurs with hesitation—they're in quite a difficult position; he is kneeling, bent over, on a damn chair, and he's got to hold tight, in case they go too hard, "Gotta hold the backrest."
"Really? You can't keep it up with no hands?" Izuku sounds disappointed, clicking his tongue, "Thought you were more talented than that, Katsuki."
"No, I can!" He argues immediately, because there's a challenge in their little game now. If there's a challenge, Katsuki must fulfill it, or he wouldn't be himself.
With that, he lets go of the chair, bending over some more to keep the balance and starts squeezing his ass, with definitely way more roughness than Izuku would be doing it. He spreads his cheeks with trembling palms, presenting his hole to Izuku while grunting softly, already too damn needy to keep up with Izuku's slow foreplays.
At the same time, Izuku's palms find their way to Katsuki's waist, holding him steadily. In case he lost his balance, his husband is there to hold him and not let him fall.
"Like this?" He asks, as if he didn't know it already.
"Mhm," Izuku leans in to kiss the nape of his neck, and then his shoulders, and then his shoulder blades, which causes him goosebumps all over. Izuku must've noticed, since he lets out this dreamy, satisfied sigh and caresses Katsuki somehow more delicately, "Perfect, darling. You're so beautiful."
"Perfect enough for you to... take care of me now, sir?" He tries, okay? He only says this shit to make Izuku finally stick his dick inside him, frankly.
Just as frankly, Izuku seems to think the same, and so as soon as he feels Izuku's leaking tip positioned against his needy, slick hole, he knows it's over.
He's in fucking heaven.
Katsuki is so desperately cock-hungry, yet he doesn't dare to move before Izuku does. He is often too eager and impatient, but in this moment, he waits for the moment Izuku decides to bury his cock inside his ass with no complaint.
The moment Izuku pushes forward, Katsuki's face says it all.
His eyes roll back immediately and he lets out a loud, throaty gasp which lasts as long as Izuku's first thrust, as if Izuku's movement was controlling his damn voice.
"Good, Kacch—Katsuki?" Izuku wants to make sure, at the verge of forgetting himself. Katsuki wouldn't be mad if that happened, he already broke out of character too many times during their role-play, "How's your first time? Is it good, sweetheart?"
He laughs out loud at the question, because thinking of his actual first time with Izuku—man, weren't they just so cute and awkward? It was years ago, holy shit. Now they are just a bunch of corrupted, freaky nymphomanics.
Nonetheless, he nods desperately and grunts, "Y—Yeah, 's everything I could dream of, sir."
Izuku then thrusts harder, causing the chair to scrape violently against the floor, but none of them cares in the moment—Katsuki only wishes he could watch as Izuku's cock sinks in and out of his heat, but his very thoughtful husband made him face the wall, so there's that. Izuku doesn't care; Izuku is greedy like that, only caring that he gets to ogle Katsuki's hole like the pervert he is. And poor Katsuki? He can suck it. He won't get to stare at his husband's pretty dick.
"But—" Katsuki flinches, not realizing how close Izuku's lips are until he hears him speak almost directly into his ear, "You're taking me so well, baby. Excuse me for thinking so... yet, I can't help but doubt whether it's really your first time, Katsuki."
"It's—" He wants to come up with a proper, naughty response, but it is rather difficult when this very handsome, in a possession of a very big dick and pretty freckles, absolutely flawless man speaks to you with his honey voice and fucks you till you see stars, "'Zuku, oh fuck—sensei, please—"
See, he cannot speak, as Izuku speeds up and Katsuki feels like he's choking on a dick that isn't even in his throat. No, it's comfortably nested in his needy hole, pounding him like there's no tomorrow.
He takes it all, rewarding Izuku with these mewls and whimpers he loves so much, each time he hits his prostate, Katsuki's little sounds turning some more desperate.
"Please what, Katsuki?"
He moans, "Don't—s-stop, fuck—"
"Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," It seems that Izuku is a bit more lenient and doesn't watch for his swear words anymore, going easy on him. Thank fuck.
As Izuku really puts his all into the way he's railing Katsuki, it gets progressively more and more difficult to keep steady on the poor chair, his knees digging into it uncomfortably, and it just keeps scraping. He doesn't care that much, but it is the very floor they bought and own getting scratched, in their very own house, and perhaps it would be better if it wasn't. Scratched, that is.
At one point, his legs just give out and fall to the sides of the chair, his ass hitting the chair somehow painfully. Izuku's dick sharply slides out of him at the same time, leaving him with this feeling of emptiness—and the position he's in, legs all spread, makes it feel twice as bad. He lets out a moan, this time quite painful, and tries to push himself back up again.
"Oh shi—sorry Kacchan, I thought I had you," Izuku chuckles so damn softly he automatically smiles, too, and his husband quickly helps him up, sitting himself at the end of the chair and placing Katsuki in his lap. Manhandling Katsuki as if he weighted nothing, just toying with him like that.
Finally he can face Izuku and stare into his face while he's getting fucked, thank you.
"No problem, 'Zuku," He murmurs with this smitten, devoted expression, staring into Izuku's big, sparkling eyes and already spreading his legs again. He knows game, so he rests them against Izuku's shoulders right away, watching for his husband's reaction. He is flexible like that, so what? So what Izuku, huh, does it turn you on? "Just—hurry, I'm close."
Izuku's cock twitches at the sight, and he squeezes one of his thighs in a praising manner, "How can you spread them so wide? It can't be comfortable, sweetheart."
He flashes him a cheeky smirk, trying to ignore his needy hole clenching around nothing already. Fuck, he needs that release. "Been trainin' for you, sir."
It has Izuku exhale sharply out of pure, unadulterated lust, a low grunt escaping his throat as he's about to attack Katsuki's ass once again.
He slides back in as if he's never left, and Katsuki feels as if he was about to explode. He is so full he could just stay this way, forever.
Fuck, how does Izuku's cock fit him so beautifully? They fit each other like puzzle pieces, don't they?
"Ah, yeah?" Izuku smiles knowingly, just as happy about being able to see Katsuki's face in this position as he is, staring into his burning eyes, "So you've been preparing yourself for this, Katsuki?"
"Yes, sir," He nods, oddly obsessed with the way Izuku manhandles him—he doesn't even have to move, only to keep his legs open, and Izuku shifts him up and down as if it wasn't any challenge for the other man. It isn't exactly being a pillow princess, because he still does some work, but he certainly almost feels like one. And it is... in fact, not the worst. To be taken care of like that.
He wouldn't really admit it out loud, but after a day of leading—heck, after a life of leading, of making decisions, of calling the shots—after getting used to always being the one in charge, who has to be decisive and think, and sometimes be a merciless bastard, it is good to let go.
To let go and let your favorite, beloved person just take care of you after a long lifetime of deciding and stressing over things. He can just let his eyelids fall shut, his less dominant personality traits come out and simply agree to be so utterly, wholeheartedly loved by his Izuku. Those are the rare times he can actually relax and his enraged mind is, for once, quiet.
"Then I guess," Izuku half-whispers, "Your sensei must give you just the best experience there is, hm? I won't disappoint, sweetheart."
From now on, it is just body against body.
Izuku goes hard, dedicated to his words. His balls keep slapping against Katsuki's cheeks, only adding to the sensation—he swears there will be marks, Izuku moves that intensively. Their movement isn't even synchronized anymore, since Izuku's strong arms still get tired, so he pulls Katsuki up and down slower than he moves his hips, all of it a bit messy and uncoordinated by now.
He doesn't mind the sloppiness, as Izuku's dick always reaches much further than needed, making him feel so full he almost chokes on air, his gasps uneven and desperate.
His body is all sweaty and hot, especially from the unconventional positions his husband chose for them tonight, and he already feels on edge. The obscene, lazy sounds of their bodies slamming against one another only add to his arousal, and it doesn't take a genius to notice that Katsuki is quite close already; he never lasts long with Izuku.
"Sir," He cries out as he observes Izuku sinking his length in and out of his hole, "Gonna—"
"Yes, Katsuki?" Izuku asks, trying to keep his composure, but his voice comes out as strained and hoarse. He can notice the droplets of sweat on Izuku's forehead, and he also looks at the verge of ecstasy, fuck. Izuku might be as close as he is, and if it isn't the hottest thing ever, "Are you about to cum?"
His eyes roll back at Izuku's mere words—to hear this honey voice pronouncing dirty stuff like that, it makes him moan out of pleasure.
In response, he only desperately nods and whimpers, his legs that rest against Izuku's shoulders feeling a bit sore by now.
When Izuku manages to hit his prostate three times in a row, he finally gives up, crying out pathetically, "Can I—? Can't h-hold it, 'Zuku, s-sensei, need to—"
"Aw," Izuku coos, "You won't cum without my permission?"
He groans, nodding again and parting his mouth out of pleasure, staring at Izuku stupidly. Needily. "W—Won't. Needa permission. 'Zuku. G—Gimme, please. Permission."
Izuku flashes him this proud, toothy grin and leans in, kissing Katsuki's parted lips with a loud, obscene smack. With the most attractive, dangerous voice, he whispers: "Cum for me, baby."
He does as he is told.
Instantly, he lets go, his mind going blank. His vision gets overlaid by these dark spots and patterns, as if he was at the verge of passing out. It just feels that good.
He can't even repeat the sounds he makes in these moments—moaning so loud he should be ashamed, screaming so hard the whole neighborhood can probably hear.
His orgasm hits him like a bolt of lightning, these jolts and shivers running through his body making him feel overwhelmed all over, good enough to cry.
It certainly doesn't help that he can feel Izuku's cock twitch inside him during, and at his husband's grunts and moans—he can very confidently tell he's cumming, too, spilling inside Katsuki's hole.
He is absolutely wrecked, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused, but he forces himself to keep them open to watch Izuku's expression when he cums.
Katsuki would think that maybe Izuku would be shy about it—being so ogled by Katsuki's shameless eyes while having an orgasm. Yet, Izuku steadily holds the eye-contact the whole way through, and Katsuki just loves the way these bedroom, exhausted eyes are focused solely on him.
He can swear Izuku even slightly puts on a show for him with the way he parts his mouth and moans, fuck.
"I—Izuku, 'Zuku, fuck, fuck—" He gasps once he feels Izuku sliding out of his now sensitive hole, whining at the sensation of the hot seed spilling out of him.
His strained muscles cause his thighs to tremble all over, and he falls back against the backrest of the chair with so much force it scrapes against the floor again.
If Izuku didn't have it under control, they would probably fall down. He feels like a fucking ragdoll, unable to even keep his steadiness while sitting, so Izuku still has to hold him by the waist after his own orgasm, panting and sweating.
He is in no mindset to care about it in the moment, closing his eyes shut and breathing, hard.
His mouth remains open, and he takes such deep, greedy breaths it sounds as if he still was moaning. He lies on that chair all fucked out, legs spread, stomach painted white.
Katsuki is such a little wreck—a fucking mess, and if this is the reward he gets for sucking Izuku's cock in the changing room, the next time he might just do it in the streets. On the main road or something.
After a few minutes, his husband plants a soft kiss against his temple and, with no problem—as if they didn't just have the most exhausting work-out session, pulls him up by his waist, lifting him in the air and carrying to their bed bridal-style.
Fuck, if Izuku still has the strength to carry him around the house, they might just as well go for a second round later. He needs his nerd milked dry and all spent, not left so damn energetic—he needs to know Izuku is also completely fucked out.
He softly places him down on the bed, kissing his cheek, "You okay, Kacchan?"
And... he is, but at the same time, has no idea of what the fuck is going on, so he just nods stupidly and murmurs, "Yes, sir."
It makes Izuku laugh out loud, and he caresses Katsuki's cheek in this sweet, sweet manner that feels good enough to put him to sleep, "Baby, we're finished with the role-playing thingy. Are you okay?"
What? He just answered that question. He hums, his eyes still closed, "Yessir."
He's too out of it to understand the role-play is over and that Izuku is no sir, frankly.
"Oh my God, you are so adorable," His husband snorts, finding his antics absolutely amusing and cute. He lies down on his side and props himself on his elbow to watch over him, observing Katsuki as if he was the most entertaining thing out there and there was nothing better in this world than watching how he collects himself after sex.
"You're adorable," He murmurs after a few minutes, once he comes back to his senses, slowly opening his eyes to look at Izuku. Izuku, Izuku, Izuku. His Izuku, who will always be his, "My husband."
Being with Izuku for years did make him turn into a sap; he admits it with no problem. But, the thing with Katsuki is that after a good orgasm, he turns into an even more of a sap, which... on the other side, is a fact he doesn't really like to admit.
Izuku particularly likes these moments, and he does what he can to make Katsuki say the most corny shit there is. Katsuki, unfortunately, usually humors him and actually does.
"Yours," Izuku nods, looking at Katsuki with so much fondness and affection he almost doesn't know what to do with all of it, "How are you feeling, Kacchan?"
"Fucking awesome," He yawns, at what Izuku smiles. At what Katsuki rolls his eyes, because this nerd finds the dumbest things cute, "Like some really handsome sensei just rearranged my guts."
"Kacchan!" His husband snickers now, playfully slapping his arm to scold him, "Didn't the same teacher tell you not to swear? Such a pretty boy, yet such a dirty mouth."
He shrugs, his smirk turning into this cheeky, arrogant one. He's all high and mighty again—he regained his stamina, he's on top of the fucking world. He doesn't remember how it is to be corny anymore, that previous Katsuki from minutes ago was not him, "Guess he's gonna have to show me again. Forgot his lessons already."
Izuku shakes his head in amusement at that, "Nuh-uh. We're never role-playing again, Kacchan. Your sensei is gone. Goodbye, fly high."
"Hah?" He scowls in quite a shock, raising a brow and dramatically glaring at Izuku, "What are you saying, 'Zuku? Why not?"
"Because," Izuku sighs, giving him this loving, fond gaze. He reaches out his hand and brushes it over Katsuki's hair, playing with his spikes, "No offense, baby — you suck at it."
"It wasn't that bad, nerd!" He huffs in defense, rolling his eyes and softly sitting up, because there's a mess on his stomach and inside him, too. They need a proper shower, as soon as possible. Katsuki loves sex, and he loves being all filthy with his and Izuku's seed, but—once it dries, he wants to die. He hates being nasty and messy.
He winces as he pushes himself up, overestimating his condition quite a bit. His ass does feel sore. It might hurt his pride to admit it, but it does.
Izuku leans in to help him up in an instant, pulling him closer and placing Katsuki in-between his legs, so that his back is resting against his Izuku's chest. He looks up with a slight wince, and Izuku pulls him into a slow, lazy kiss, licking into Katsuki's mouth and leaving him speechless for a moment when they pull back.
After kissing him so prettily, this malicious nerd still keeps criticizing him. He has no heart, truly, "I was carrying the whole role-play on my shoulders, Kacchan! You sucked sucked."
"Hmph," He rolls his eyes in annoyance and looks away, "Not my fault. Obviously a nerd is going to be better at doing nerdy shit. And role-plays are nerdy!"
"Kacchan. I know you love to throw around that I am a nerd, but I have to remind you," His husband shifts closer, his voice turning to a whisper, as if he was telling a secret, "You're a nerd, too. Just as much of a nerd as I am, in fact."
"Hah?" He scowls, raising his eyebrows in such a judgemental way he's surprised Izuku isn't squirming under his gaze, "The fuck are you saying?"
Izuku eyes him up and down and blinks a few times, and then puts on a soft smile and shakes his head in disbelief, "Nothing, Kacchan. Nothing."
"What? Excuse me? Fuckin' tell me! Enlighten me!"
Izuku effectively ignores his outburst, standing up and patting Katsuki's thighs to do the same, "C'mon, baby. Up you go. Let's go shower, we're a mess."
He fully growls now, sitting still and crossing his arms over his chest, not standing up on purpose, "Shuddup, don't order me around! And I'm not a dog! You'd better tell me what you mean, Izuku, how am I a nerd?"
"Kacchaaan," Izuku groans at his annoying behavior, only nagging him to stand up. He waits a moment, scratching his head and yawning, and once he sees that Katsuki isn't willing to cooperate, he simply walks off and heads to the bathroom.
It makes his blood boil. With his hole sore and destroyed, he finally stands up and sprints after Izuku. If he doesn't want to tell him, he'll suck it out of him. Out of his dick. The forbidden knowledge.
Katsuki needs to know.
How is he a nerd? Is he? Is he really? When has he ever been a nerd, even once? Does anyone except for Izuku consider him a nerd?
Okay, he might own all of the All Might merch, ever. Everything that's ever existed beautifully adorns each of his shelves back at his family home. And he did use to read a shit ton of comic books, but... didn't everyone? His interests also are pretty similar to Izuku's. In fact, they've only ever liked the same things, but... but does that make him a fucking nerd? No way.
No fucking way.
He will get to the bottom of this.
With a decided, annoyed expression, he angrily stomps into the bathroom; which looks a bit hilarious, since he is naked, messy from cum, his eyes are all reddened and hair disheveled. With his eyebrows furrowed in anger and mouth pressed into a thin line, it's just... Izuku cannot take him seriously, laughing at his silly behavior.
He rolls his eyes at Izuku's lack of respect and approaches him with a dangerous, beware-he-bites look on his face, stepping into the shower.
He throws Izuku a serious glare and grumbles: "Explain it to me. How the fuck am I a nerd?"
Izuku, with this amused, slightly mocking smile only shakes his head, as if Katsuki was some lost cause, unworthy of even explaining it to, "Kacchan. Let it go. It's not that serious."
"It is to me! I can't be a nerd! I'm fucking cool!"
Izuku does poorly at hiding the loud, obnoxious bark that leaves his mouth at that. He cries out of laughter, which has Katsuki... kind of burn with embarrassment. What, is he not cool? Fuck, he knew bringing Izuku to a fucking mall out of all places would be a lame choice. But... is he really not cool? At all?
"Kacchan," His husband ruffles his hair and giggles, "Down, boy."
"Hah?" He scowls out loud, his expression shocked at the disrespect.
Izuku clicks his tongue and sighs, "Katsuki. Kneel, baby. If you can't shut up, I'll teach you to keep quiet with something else."
"W—What do you mean, sir?" He stutters, honestly baffled. So the role-play continues, it seems like, and his sore ass is suddenly willing to cooperate, all regenerated.
"I don't like to resort to such extreme methods," Izuku's fingers brush over his lower lip, caressing it softly, "But I'm afraid I'll have to. Perhaps having your mouth stuffed with my cock will teach you how to behave, don't you think?"
He is a one obedient boy, so he does drop to his knees—but, the smirk he flashes Izuku? Oh, it's the smile of a winner. He is the fucking victor, thank you very much.
And he could just actually shut his damn, foul mouth for once and have the pleasure of tasting his husband's cock, but what does he do?
Obviously, he decides to gloat over his delightful victory—which turns out to be a big mistake.
"And who was it that said he would never role-play with me again?" He raises his eyebrows, expression very mocking, so high and mighty it annoys even the kind soul that Izuku is. He is on top of the world, thank you very much, "Seems like you can't resist my charms. I know, I am quite irresistible, nerd. Tell me, who's the winner? Huh? Who's the fucking best? So I can role-play, huh? I can. Say I'm the winner, and say my hero name, 'cause I want to hear the full title."
At that, Izuku's soft expression fades, and he also raises his brows mockingly.
"See? I did decide to give you one more chance, and what are you doing? Hm?" Izuku asks with a very bitter, fake smile, "Yes, you still keep breaking out of the freaking character, Kacchan! I'm seriously done. Stand up, I changed my mind."
It has him shut up in an instant, his eyes going wide — like when you realize you've only just fucked things up for yourself, and no one else.
He shakes his head so much his spikes get even more messy, ready to beg, "Wait, no! No, I can be good nerd, I can. That was just a mistake. Somethin' came over me, but I can be good, I'll show you! I won't even curse."
"No, you've just confirmed all my doubts. Stand up, we are not role-playing."
"But, Izuku."
"But, Kacchan," Izuku mimics, obviously mocking. He really doesn't care and actually just begins to wash his body, with Katsuki there still on his knees.
He groans in frustration and pouts, "You know I give the best heads, don't be like that. You want that blow job."
"Wash my back, Kacchan," Izuku ignores him and casually hands him the shower gel.
"No, 'Zuku, I am washing your dick! Gimme it!"
"You can also wash my hair, I need an obsessed and desperate volunteer to do my exhausting haircare today..."
He scoffs now, still kneeling. His tone is grim and resigned, "I got the memo. You won. Can I have my mouth stuffed now, please?"
"What do you want to eat later, Kacchan?"
Ah. Fuck, Izuku knows how to be a stubborn little shit, he's always been good at it.
"I said please!"
"Wooow, the bare minimum," Izuku snickers, blowing him a raspberry.
"Bitch," He murmurs under his breath, which has Izuku laugh even louder.
"What was that, Kacchan?"
"Nothin'!" He grumbles in response and continues, "Sensei, you can't be this cruel—c'mon! Sir, master, 'Zuku, papa—feed me your dick."
Now, on the other side, this has Izuku choke on the damn air. Only this time, not in amusement, and he finally, finally answers him properly, "Fucking papa? Ew! Kacchan, I hate you! You've just ruined sex for me, like—forever! We're never doing anything again! You've just murdered my dick, Kacchan. You'll never get to suck it. This is like, irreversible damage. Wow, just wow."
"Well," He groans, his poor cheeks burning with embarrassment and turning crimson, like fucking always around this nerdy guy, "This wouldn't have happened if you didn't deny me your dick. Why have such a large dick if you only want it for yourself? That's fuckin' greedy! Maybe fuckin' share with someone, you miser!"
Izuku sighs deeply at that, "Just... do what you did in the changing room, Kacchan."
Katsuki blinks stupidly a few times at that, "What?"
"You know," Izuku clears his throat, blushing softly now, "When your cheek was pressing against me and, like, you looked up at me in that—cute way. Can you do that again?"
Wait, fuck, what? He knows Izuku loves what they did back at the mall, but he didn't know it had such an impact on his little nerd. So he really gets turned on by filthy shit like this, huh?
And so it turns out: the last, desperate tactic for when his Izuku doesn't want to have sex actually works. He might use it anytime he wants. This is his secret weapon now. He's never had so much power in his hands, what does he do with it? Fuck, let's not give him so much power, he might accidentally destroy the world or something. Or his throat. He might never stop sucking Izuku's dick now.
He fights the proudest smile out there and tries not to act extra cheeky, focusing on batting his eyelashes and making his gaze super cute. He shifts closer, wrapping his arms around Izuku's hips and slowly, his breath already hitching because he is down bad and pathetic, he leans in, as if shyly. As if hesitantly.
Licking his lower lip, locking eyes with those sage-green ones, he carefully places his cheek against Izuku's pelvis. He takes a slow breath and very intimately brushes his cheek against Izuku's skin with a bit more strength, so close to his husband's crotch, "Like this, 'Zuku?"
Izuku's breath already shudders as he nods with a small moan, "Mmn, yes Kacchan. Exactly. So good."
As he tries to move and now, slowly, get to it and suck that cock, Izuku stops him, "No, wait. Stay like that."
Izuku puts his palm in his hair, tenderly stroking his head and tugging at his spikes in a calming, possessive manner, not letting Katsuki move.
He lets his little nerd stare, because... well, okay, so he likes the view a lot. It genuinely makes Katsuki feel a bit shy, since it is not sex in its literal form, yet it is so intimate and quiet and full of depth, whatever it is that they're even doing—and it's just Izuku staring at him, with Katsuki kneeling on the floor and pathetically hugging his dick.
Okay. He can deal with this, even if he got hard and his hands are trembling. He will not get flustered, he's already used to Izuku's intense, admiring gaze—or that's at least what he tells himself.
"Well?" He murmurs softly after some time, after all that staring makes him shy enough to break the silence.
"Just—" Izuku smiles and shakes his head in disbelief, suddenly crouching and almost throwing himself at Katsuki, kissing him before they can even find a comfortable position.
It's fucking sweet and disarming, and Izuku really just wraps his arms around his neck so tightly and starts giving him these wet smooches and pecks all over that make him wince in disgust. Yet, they both know he loves it. Katsuki's expression might be sour, but he feels all fuzzy inside. "I can't do it, Kacchan! You're too cute, I need to hug you for once and not always just..."
His beautiful Izuku straddles his hips while Katsuki falls back to rest against the shower doors, and his eyes widen in surprise. He didn't expect his nerd to get so touchy and emotional all of a sudden; he really hoped to give him a blow job, but this also goes.
With a sheepish smile, he pulls Izuku into a tight hug, bringing him closer and closing in a cozy embrace.
"Like, you've got such beautiful eyes, Kacchan, oh my God! Can't look at them enough, you're so pretty."
He blushes, hard, trying his best to brush Izuku's words off. They make him too damn flustered, God's sake, he needs to get a grip.
So he clears his throat and grumbles: "You'd really rather have your muttering session right now than have me suck you off?"
Izuku throws him a warning, almost pouty glare at that, "Are you for real? Yes! I'd rather tell you how pretty you are, because you're like, freaking adorable. And can't even role-play for shit. My husband's so cute. The sweetest. This cute Kacchan, wanna tell him everything. Mutter to him 'til he kills me, 'cause he might."
"Okay, I get it. We've had too much sex, you've got all sappy. Teacher's mode deactivated. Okay. Shuddup."
"Nuh-uh," Izuku fully pouts now, and the sight is killing him. How is Katsuki adorable in Izuku's eyes? It's the other way around, obviously! Just look at him and—and his freckled cheeks, and his freckled shoulders, and his pretty freckled ass, and his whole body adorned by these stunning little dots, fuck. "I just wanna wash you and... and give you cuddles in bed. That okay, Kacchan?"
He rolls his eyes at that, but nods nonetheless. Of course he agrees — he is down bad like that, always have been.
"Yeah, 'Zuku. Lemme just do that exhausting fucking haircare for you and your pretty curls and we're gonna rot in bed for as long as you wanna, okay?"
Izuku grins at that, his eyes beaming with happiness, "Did I mention how much I love you, baby?"
"Guess you might've mentioned a thing or two 'bout that," He shrugs and pretends to think, "But I forgot. Tell me more."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Izuku giggles softly, leaning in to kiss him again.
Fuck, he's never going to get tired of that.
And Katsuki honestly doesn't need anything more—Izuku's loving, affectionate kiss tells him everything he needs to know.