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Katsuki was never the type to ask for help.
He came from a stupid rich family— parents permanently celebrated in the clothing design industry. They catered to both luxury fashion and haute couture, and with Mitsuki’s perfectionism and fiery passion paired up with Masaru’s hand in creativity and sharp intellect? They were an unbeatable team.
This meant a big house, sprawling acres of land, the whole nine-yards. Mitsuki wasn’t the type to be flamboyant to show off wealth on her own body (choosing to wear her own brands) but it did reveal itself when looking at the marble countertops and the amount of maids that took care of everything in the home, including Katsuki.
Masaru (on the sharp contrast) was a cushion when Mitsuki’s fire burned a bit too bright, a silent comforting figure that rubbed a warm hand on Katsuki’s back when he got yelled at, a mediator because both blondes had apparently adapted the same personality and it was up to him to be there to soothe.
His mother always stressed being self-reliant and competent. She wasn’t a bad mom by all means despite what everyone saw, but she was a rather rough one. It was easy for even kid-Katsuki to see that his mother was genuinely trying, and while she never kissed his boo-boo’s better when he fell, she was there to pick him up, dust his pants off, and bark at him to try again.
This brings him to his current predicament.
“ Fuck, this shit’s too bitter.”
“You needed more sugar,” the giant of a man hovering next to Katsuki says, a sympathetic grin on his face as Katsuki grimaces at the bulky chocolate square in his hands, his own bite mark present in the corner. “It takes a while to master so don’t be discouraged!”
Katsuki rolls his eyes at the jovial and annoying attempt to lighten him up (while also suppressing the urge to tell him to shut the fuck up) , deciding to eat the bitter chocolate. He himself preferred bitter chocolate, not the biggest fan of the sweets— but Izuku was.
Izuku was a sweet-tooth to the core, stuffing his face with chocolate candy bars, almost always tonguing on those melon suckers (always driving Katsuki crazy) he’s fixated on since they were six. It’s why he was standing here in the common room kitchen with some guy— Sako? Mato? Whatever the fuck his name was, stirring his own batch of cupcake batter with a hum.
Ever since his realization of wanting to completely and utterly lock Deku down as his emotionally, physically, spiritually, he’s been in a goddamn frenzy. Katsuki was already unusually caring and pampering towards his best friend, but whatever the fuck’s been going on for the past week was almost unbearable for everyone save for Izuku.
Even Eijirou, the only one who knew how shoulder deep he was in his Deku rabbit-hole (he’d caught Katsuki with Izuku’s panties before, long story) had to tell him to stop hovering over the poor guy.
Joke was on him, though. Izuku ate his gestures up, smiling and giggling and passing Katsuki’s affections off as Kacchan being unpredictable as always. Every time Katsuki pushed his luck, he took to it like a duck to a pond, natural and content. Meanwhile, the blond ignored the fact that he was probably the worst person alive for taking advantage of Izuku’s oblivious and deliciously trusting nature to sometimes squeeze those thick thighs under the guise of making fun of his best friend ( ‘bet you rip all your fuckin’ pants tryin’ to put ‘em on, huh Deku?’) .
“Are these for Midoriya?”
“How the hell do you know him?” Katsuki’s eyes immediately narrow, head whipping to finally take in the features of the baker.
He was massive— almost akin to a bodybuilder— shit, maybe he was one. But the guy’s got a stupid awkward grin on his face and a squared jaw.
“Uh, since it’s kinda obvious you don’t remember me.. I’m Sato.” He gingerly places his mixing bowl down, pancake batter smooth as he turns to face Katsuki. “I sit next to Midoriya in Physiology. I assume you asked me for help to make these for your boyfriend?”
And boy does that title tug on Katsuki’s heart strings. Boyfriend . Izuku . Izuku’s boyfriend.
He crosses his arms, trying to hide the way fire was coursing through his veins at the mere thought of Izuku as his— and he, as Izuku’s. He scrutinizes Sato with hawk-eyes, but all he could detect from the man was, well, earnesty. He seemed genuinely excited to help Katsuki, and in extension, make Izuku happy. Shit, if Deku could only comprehend what his effect was on people..
“Yeah. Saw you makin’ desserts last week.”
Sato’s eyes widen, nodding his head with excitement. “I sell pastries ‘n sweets around here! You probably saw me making Monoma’s order.”
Katsuki could, honestly, give less of a shit.
“Who?”
“Never mind! Anyways, I got some more saved dried cacao seeds, if you wanna give it another shot. Midoriya does like it pretty sweet— ooh, you should definitely put a little bit of hazelnut filling in between, he loves that!”
Katsuki pouts. Izuku does like those types of sweets. He realizes he needs to start paying attention to extras now, especially the ones around Deku. Sato wasn’t a threat, but picturing the nerd making little moans and pleased cute sighs as he ate Sato’s treats next to him during class made him feel murderous.
Still, he released his clenched fists when the man turns around, shakily stuffing them in his pocket and he forced his face into neutrality. Sato was needed— he was good at.. this. After, Katsuki vows to be the best fuckin’ baker so Izuku wouldn’t need this idiot.
He’d be the only one Deku really needs.
Soon.
“Alright.” He clears his throat, thumbing a glass vial, cold to the touch in his jacket pockets. It was hard to get his hands on one of these. Small but deadly potent, a bottle that can be passed off as a corked keychain you’d get during a holiday vacation to Bora Bora or something. “I’ll pay you back.”
Two drops.
He drowns out Sato’s rambling refusal, going on about a I can’t let a new friend pay! or some bullshit like that, crooked smile on his face. Izuku was going to be his forever— he can’t fucking wait.
-
It took a whole two days.
But..
“These look amazing, Bakugou!”
Sato cheers as Katsuki takes the chocolate out of the mold with careful hands.
Heart-shaped and innocuous looking things. Only Katsuki knew better, the empty vial lying in the trash as Sato handed him an admittedly cute customized chocolate box, sealing the chocolates with a simple bow and a friendly pat on Katsuki’s back.
Somehow, the blond had warmed up just enough with him to not try and rip his head off at the contact. He bears with it, eye twitching.
“I’m sure Midoriya would love these!”
Oh, he had no idea.
“Alright. I’ll send you the money later. Cool?”
Katsuki has to admit that Sato was helpful.
“Of course! I wish you two the best. See you around, man!”
Fifteen minutes after Katsuki had left, Sato’s eyes bug out as he drops his spatula with a loud clatter at the amount displayed on his bright phone screen— the bold name ‘BAKUGOU’ hovering innocently as the sender.
$1500!?
-
“Kacchan! You’re back!”
“Missed me that much?”
Izuku pouts, lounging in their shared bedroom. It was originally just Izuku’s, but Katsuki had managed to worm himself in his space— and really, his own room was more of a storage for his stuff.
The little shit had his shirt on, a faded band-tee with a skull on it, well-loved through his teen years. The sight made Katsuki’s palms sweat and collar hot, approaching Izuku and flashing the box of chocolates in his hand.
His cute freckled cheek mushed against his chest as Deku shuffled up to his knees and hugged his torso, tugging the blond with enthusiasm to curl up with him in his bed, ooh-ing in interest at the cute box.
Those wide doe eyes turn to Katsuki, making the blond melt. “Can I have some? Please?”
“It’s all yours.” Katsuki assures, and hand on Izuku’s lower back as he gets those grubby little fingers into the chocolate. He rubs a thumb on the little dip of his spine, barely breathing as he watches Deku gasp and chirp at the cute chocolate hearts.
“So cute! Where’d you get these?” Izuku picks one up as anticipation was thrumming in Katsuki’s veins— but then, Izuku looks at him with puppy eyes and a pretty pout. “Did someone.. Did Kacchan accept a confession?”
Katsuki immediately shakes his head, sitting up in disbelief.
“No—“ baby, “I made ‘em for you.”
Izuku’s face turns a shy pink, squirming on Katsuki’s lap which he was laying across on. His plush thighs rub together subconsciously from suddenly being flustered and Katsuki’s fingers twitch to touch.
He doesn’t mention the relief that seemed to cross Izuku’s face.
“Thank you.. I should appreciate your hard work then, right?”
Izuku pops a heart in his mouth before immediately melting. His face contorts to a pleased look, eyes half-lidded and right cheek puffed up as he chews slow, then fast once the flavors his his tongue just right.
“Mm—“ Deku muffles a moan with a hand, lashes fluttering as he licks up the melted chocolate on his fingers, blissfully unaware of the freight train about to hit him. “I didn’t know Kacchan could make chocolate!”
Katsuki swipes away chocolate that smeared in the corner of Izuku’s mouth with his thumb, pressing on those pretty cherry lips to feel. He was breathing too hard, sweating too much to the point he could feel his tank top stick to his skin.
Izuku sweetly smiles instead of pushing him away, leaning into the touch before his eyes suddenly grow hazy and distress sneaks into his expression.
“K-Kacchan—“ he gasps, skin hot to the touch as his body’s temperature turns sweltering in a matter of seconds. He goes tense— muscles tightening in preparation of scrambling up, leaving—
But Katsuki was faster. And stronger. And the hand on Izuku’s thigh clamps down.
The blond’s ears ring as Izuku obviously senses something was wrong. There was a look on his face that betrayed his pure panic, eyebrows shot up and eyes wide, his lower lip trembling as he attempts to talk through his muddled brain. Expected, although the aphrodisiac worked faster than Katsuki had anticipated.
“De-ku,” he croons, voice baritone, low. Izuku whimpers like a confused pup when Katsuki leans into his neck and inhales, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “Fuck, baby, you’ve been using my body wash, huh?”
Izuku squirms, little chest fluttering up and down like a frightened mouse as his best friend mouths against his throat, hiccuping when a heated tongue curls on his pulse. “N- nooo ,” he cries desperately, slurred and uncoordinated, wet pussy clenching under his panties. He didn’t know what he was begging for, he just knew that everything felt hot and Kacchan’s kisses were cool to the touch, a balm to a burn.
Katsuki shushes his tears with more kisses, lips curling against those wet cheeks. He can’t help unrolling his tongue from his mouth and licking grossly, dick chubbing in his sweats at the taste of Izuku’s tears.
Give me everything.
Guilt was the farthest thing from his mind as he flips their positions. Katsuki pushes the boy into their sheets, large hands finding their way on Izuku’s tiny waist. He’d always been smaller than him throughout their life. Deku was a scrawny shy middle schooler, a wiry little thing that barely fit their size small in uniforms. It’s why Katsuki was so vicious when it came to playing bodyguard— the piece of shit was easy. Oblivious, wide-eyed and stupid . High-school came along and after adamantly following Katsuki to the gym, that slim frame pushed all the fat and muscle into his ass and thighs, and while Deku was leaning more into cute territory before, there was no doubt that there was now new sex appeal oozing from his aura.
His popularity doubled by then too, and Katsuki despised Izuku’s new friends. It used to be him and Izuku only— since when did these other fucking extras attach their leechy selves to him? By the time Katsuki noticed, it was already too late.
So Katsuki did the one thing he could do in that situation without actually disposing of Izuku’s friends.
He inserted himself in everything. Hangouts at the mall, trip to the corner stores. It helped, considering he was the first one to get a driver’s license out of the whole friend group due to his seniority and ability to afford a car. Katsuki could care less that Izuku’s friends seemed cautious around him because of his temper. He was there for Izuku and Izuku only.
Then college came along and they got into the same university. Both on scholarship and both for athletic abilities and intelligence. Despite that, Katsuki was the only one who wasn’t stunted when it came to emotional perception.
Izuku was sweet and nice and kind, but usually, he needed things to be spelled out to him. He’d gasp in surprise when his friends had to tell him shit like Yumi from economics actually likes you upfront after some chick pretends to drop her eraser to bend over right in front of his desk for the nth time in a row.
No surprises there as Izuku was heavily sheltered by his father, Midoriya Hisashi. Rich CEO father who spoiled him absolutely rotten before having to fuck off to whatever foreign country wanted him three years ago for business.
Katsuki can say with his whole chest that Hisashi’s the only man he was fine with Izuku being on call with every night (one, because that’s his dad, and two, the guy makes sure to spoil Izuku with gifts from all over the world as well as including Katsuki in those said gifts every single time).
Oh, what would he do if he saw what he was doing to his sweet boy right now?
Probably try and kill Katsuki.
But hey, he’s not here now, is he?
Katsuki stares at the twitching body before him present day, eyes wide to take everything in, fearful to miss a second. Izuku was babbling at this point, cheeks red and eyes glazed over. His blush was reaching all the way down to his tiny tits, nipples obscured by the fabric but with how thin it was, it was obvious they were hard from the raging arousal. He was so fucking cute right now it was almost painful.
“Breathe sweetheart, I got you.”
The blond ducks down and sucks blotches of red into Izuku’s cleavage, moaning as he did so and trailing down. His mouth wanders to those stiff peaks, sucking those too and gently nipping and licking them, fabric shielding Izuku— so Katsuki pushes the shirt up to reveal those cupcake tits and pretty, dusky pink nipples. They were small and blended nicely with the perky boobs, red and damp from Katsuki’s ministrations.
The blond’s gotta say that while touching Deku while he slept was pretty good, nothing tops getting reactions like this.
The first lick of his tongue directly on his skin was like live wire. Izuku shook and sobbed, little cute Ah, Ah!’s flowing past those pretty lips as Katsuki practically molested his chest. His thighs shakily squeezed together only to meet his childhood friend’s hips, heated pussy embarrassingly leaking through his flimsy shorts.
If Kacchan keeps it up..!
Izuku arches, eyes crossed— ears ringing—
If he keeps eating me..!— I’ll..!—
“K-Kah—!”
He cries out, shaking and whimpering to the point Katsuki detached from his chest with a lewd pop and cups his face in his hands, brows furrowed.
“Mmph— fuck, ‘zuku, baby, ‘s okay, what’s wrong? Hurts?”
“N- Nooo ,” Deku sounded miserable, hips uncontrollably jolting as he nuzzled his face into the pillows next to his head for comfort, “Noo, I— I.. I got all over Kacchann!”
Katsuki runs a comforting hand up and down his tummy, brows furrowed in confusion. Maybe the dosage was too high? He was—
Oh.
He lifts his hand, eyes misty at the glistening slick that covered it. Katsuki’s focus immediately drops to those tiny shorts, fabric sticking to his cunny so much that the outline was clearly visible.
“You squirted ?”
That only seemed to make Izuku cry harder. Katsuki shakily shushes him, and god, he’s going to cum in his boxers at this rate.
“It’s okay, hey— you’re so good, Deku. Damn, that was really fuckin’ hot.”
Those cries slowly ebb away, and Izuku peeks up at him with meek, swollen iridescent green eyes, tamed aside from the shuddering breaths. “R-Really?”
“Mhm.” Katsuki replies with a hoarse voice, placing gentle kisses all over his freckled face. “Love you, Deku. Fuck, I love you. Can’t believe you’re here.” He desperately pressed into the boy’s space more as if trying to merge with him, “You love me too, right?— ngh, you taste so good, ‘zuku, I love you, I love you—“
Izuku bucks when that hot, drooling tongue dips into his belly button, sucks marks on his lower stomach. He felt floaty, why is Kacchan-? Love?— His words are warbled and muffled, mouth feeling numb— “Kawcchan,” he manages (he has to), and through the haziness he latched onto truth— “love— love y’ toooo —“
And for once, Katsuki’s breath was stolen.
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm, mm— love K’cch’n—“ Izuku was writhing and the heat was getting worse. He felt his shyness slip away as he desperately grinds his clothes pussy against whatever was between his legs— Katsuki’s knee, whimpering at the pleasure it elicits from his poor body.
The blond clicks his jaw shut, eyes wide, manic.
Love.
Izuku.. he’s always.?
“I love you,” he says, breathless, disbelieving. “I love you— fuck, ‘zuku!” Katsuki shoves a hand down the younger boy’s boxers, under his panties, searching for that cute clit, feeling swollen as it twitched under his fingers. Izuku cries out, head thrown back and curls bouncing. Katsuki swirls his fingers as he leans in and shoved his tongue into his tiny mouth, muffling the squeals.
It tasted like the chocolate as he ran the appendage all over those gums, sucking his lower lip, spit smeared on both their faces. Izuku was helpless to it all, and Katsuki only felt invigorated when those thick thighs squeezed around his wrist.
“Mmph, waited for this— for so long,” Katsuki whimpers, rubbing harshly, pinching that clitty between his nimble fingers to watch Izuku’s face twist in bliss, “I’d lick your pussy in your sleep— f-fuck— came in your food— shit baby, remember the curry I gave you? Mm, felt so good seeing you swallow my cum .”
Katsuki was babbling with him at this point, spilling every dirty deed, every story where he’d taken advantage of Izuku’s trusting nature. Izuku was utterly helpless as his fat leaking pussy was played with, brainless and drooling as his thighs spread without his own consent.
Quick fingers yank at his panties, making Izuku yelp as Katsuki essentially wedgies him, sheer fabric turned into a thong as both his wet pussy lips spill out. His clit was cruelly trapped by it too, making his eyes roll back as Katsuki moans into his neck.
He’s quick to yank the shorts off, taking a moment to hold the pretty underwear in front of him. It was a cute simple white panty with innocent bubblegum pink stripes, soaked to the bone in the crotch area. Katsuki doesn’t see the way Izuku gapes at the way he dangles the fabric in front of his face and licks, groaning at the musk and sweat of Deku on his tongue. His cock spurt a little with pre drenching his unfortunate boxers.
“Love your pussy so much, baby.”
He takes advantage of the shock to finally look.
The times where he’d duck beneath the covers to huff and suck at Deku’s pussy were all in shrouded darkness. Katsuki was too scared to risk shining a flashlight in Izuku’s face or flip on the light switch lest his target wakes up and freaks the hell out (though he supposes, it doesn’t matter now), so he’d resorted to feeling that squishy wet little cunt under his rough fingers as if trying to map it out like braille.
He’d also catch glimpses by walking in on ‘accident’ when Izuku was showering, eyes straying low as Deku yelps and bashfully covers his private parts like a blushing virgin, telling Kacchan it’s okay, you didn’t mean to!
God, he’s a fucking pervert, isn’t he?
Katsuki spreads those legs as he backs up, sitting on the balls of his feet to see. Izuku was shaking, hiccuping as the athlete drinks in the sight of his pretty pink cunt. It was shaven, probably because of the cheer leotard he wore during practices. His chubby pussy lips were a peachy cherry color, flushed deeply because of Katsuki’s previous ministrations and the sex drug coursing through his body— and of course, drenched in slick.
“K-Kacch’n,” Izuku whines, and Katsuki’s attention snaps to his face. He looked so embarrassed, fat tears dripping down from those doe eyes, lower lip trembling and pleasing. Both his arms uselessly attempted to cover his gorgeous tits, which simply cupped them and pushed them up in a tantalizing show. “I’m.. Why..?”
Katsuki hums in consideration, large hands coming to rub at those stupidly thick plush thighs, chuckling when he sees that teeny cunt clench under the cold bedroom air and teasing brushes on his thumb.
Izuku seemed to subconsciously relax under his touch, melting into the sheets and glassily peering up from under his fanned lashes.
“Ain’t it obvious? I love you.”
Nonchalant, the complete opposite of what Katsuki felt. He couldn’t put into words that he was so in love with Deku he’d kill for him, die for him— do this to keep him. He couldn’t tell him about the way he’d been wanting to bite since they were kids when Katsuki found out what love meant at the ripe age of four, why he’d give the rare All Might trading cards to Izuku despite them being equally obsessed with the show. Or the way he’d dream of fucking Izuku full of brats every single night since puberty bludgeoned him, locked in his room to furiously jerk off because Izuku’s ass peaked out from under his shorts during PE while running the track.
He couldn’t formulate a single sentence on how he’d wanted to maim Shindou during their brief little stint, or tell him about the intense satisfaction that coursed through his body when Izuku dumped the loser like trash when he found out he talked shit about His Kacchan— or Katsuki cornering Shindou in the bathroom and beating the ever loving shit out of him after the little break up and not stopping until he’d looked like he’d croaked.
Izuku’s eyes shined, and he squirmed again, sniffling as his thighs twitched to close. His body still wouldn’t listen, but the aphrodisiac had waned enough to the point he could think.
“I l-love Kacchan too..”
“Hahhh? Don’t say shit you don’t mean.” He grips those thighs harder, “Nothing’s getting you outta this, loser.”
“N-No! It’s not that! It’s..!”
Izuku demurely tucks his chin behind his shoulder, giving Katsuki a shy smile. His legs spread more, bearing his cunt willingly to his childhood friend. “I-I love you too.. so before you… Can I get a kiss please?”
Katsuki’s mouth falls open. He felt like he was dreaming. When Izuku said I love you earlier, the blond assumed it was the aphrodisiac doing all of the talking.
The proof was right in front of him though. Izuku was waiting, cheeks red as his lips slightly puckered into a pout. He looked startlingly innocent under the Katsuki— and he was leaning down before he knew it.
This.. was different. Different from when he’d stick his tongue in and lick. It was chaste, and the butterflies in his stomach got so much worse when he pulls away with the warm taste of Izuku on his lips.
Izuku yelps when the other suddenly scrambles downwards, jostling both him and the bed as that hungry mouth attaches itself onto his leaking cunt.
Still, he gives a breathless little giggle when he feels Katsuki’s hot cheeks squished against both his thighs. He can’t see his face but he does see the vibrant red on the man’s ears.
The cute moment doesn’t last long.
Izuku’s spine arches off the bed when Katsuki graciously shoves a tongue inside his hole, tight little pussyhole attempting to bear down on his broad tongue as if it were a cock.
Katsuki was having the fucking time of his life . He kept his eyes wide despite the alluring way his eyes drifted shut as he ate Izuku out. Without a break, he panted and breathed into the pretty pussy in front of him, taking in the musk of sweat and clean soap.
It was a whole new experience. The usually still thighs around his head when he’d go down on Deku in the middle of the night were now acting like earmuffs, barely blocking the gorgeous squeaks and gasps his best friend let slip. He felt every little twitch, every lively buck of those hips and it was good.
It felt like he was drinking pussy juice, with the more he sucked and licked and nibbled, the more he was rewarded with even more slick. His cock twitched, and he kicked off his boxers and tank top, tossing the fabrics away to some unknown corner in the room. Nothing mattered, not when Izuku looked so fucked out and, almost, willing.
Katsuki laps at his swollen clit like a dog before pulling away, cock hung and heavy between his own legs as his hips rocked into Izuku. He was leaking, pre spilling from the sensitive slit of his tip, darkened with the blood rushing to his fucking cock.
“Izuku,” he shakily moans his name like a prayer, feverish as his dick slips between those cherry red pussy lips, enveloped into a lewd hug that almost had him creaming his brains out right there and then. His balls felt fucking tight as they lazily clapped on Deku’s taint, pussy juice soaking him and making his shudder. This was heaven. Everything that came after.. Well, it’s not like he’s going to let Izuku run.
Not after this.
Izuku’s pussy had flowered for him. What once was just a tight little slit had bloomed open, the shiny red center leaking was unbearably tantalizing and Katsuki had to clamp down his hand at the base of his fat dick in order to stop himself from nutting for a second time. With his cock next to Izuku’s crotch, their height differences were painfully obvious, his tip brushing Deku’s navel as it leaked pre all over his lower stomach.
Izuku whines, hips squirming more having seen the scary cock pointing right at him. “N-Not g’nna fittt,” he cries, slurring his words, “K-Kahcc’n, ‘m scared!”
“I’m gonna make it fit.” Cruel and unforgiving despite his gentle touches, pinching those cherry top tits and watching his boyfriend’s mouth pop open in an ‘o’. “Fuck, I love you so much. I’m yours, right baby?”
The other boy was still blubbery, desperately trying to both spear himself on the monstrous cock but also shy away. Katsuki shakes him a bit, teeth bared as Izuku’s attention snaps up to him with surprise.
“If you go to another man, if you go to anyone else, I’ll blow their fucking brains out,” he hisses, laughing breathlessly as he hikes his leg up before pressing down. His tip slowly embraced by the soft, hot entrance, sucking on his cock like a mouth would. “I’ll kill them, you hear me? Fuck, I cant even think about it, ‘zuku. The thought of it makes me want to die. You don’t want that, do you?”
“A-Already, already love Kacchan!” Izuku says, trembling like a rabbit as his teeny pussy is breached by that monster of a dick, already feeling so incredibly full. “Already..! I’d never..! Promisee! Ahn! Ah!”
Katsuki’s thighs tense as he encompasses Deku, hands at the side of the cheer captain’s head as he practically snarls at the feeling of tight wet heat around him.
It was better than the times he’d fantasize about this moment, cute panties in hand as he violently fucked into a cheap ass pocket pussy in the privacy of the bathroom.
He’d imagined Izuku like this multiple times, in multiple positions. Was he loud? Maybe he cries, oh, maybe he screams. Does he drool? What does it look like, fucked completely stupid? So brainless he can’t even do anything but beg for more?
Katsuki slams in and Izuku’s eyes go wide, breath knocked out of his chest— then he wails, a reedy, needful sound that makes goosebumps climb up the blond’s shuddering spine. He looks down at where they were connected, pink flesh stretched over the girth of his length. He was so big that his folds desperately tried to accommodate him, cute kwichy clit on full display as slick leaked around his cock.
Izuku’s flexibility was taken full advantage of. Katsuki bent him in half with ease, knees brushing the sides of his head. His mouth popped open to let out a warbled please when the blond started thrusting.
Deku’s insides were hot and pulsating, sucking him in. Made for cock, made for him.
“Ahn! Mmh, Kacch-ha! Ah! Ahn!”
Izuku was gasping for air— it felt like Kacchan was hitting his lungs with every buck of his hips. His cunt was squelching embarrassingly, spurts of squirt squeezing past Katsuki’s cock and soaking them.
“Slutty fucking pussy,” Katsuki grunts, growls stuck in his throat as he readjusts his hips to reach deeper, “Always so damn eager to please. I should’ve snapped your dumb lil ass up at start if I knew you were this easy.”
Unconfined and animalistic. The only way you could describe how Katsuki pulls Izuku’s hips in, rolling his hips into shallow quick little thrusts, barely pulling away by an inch or two. Izuku’s voice climbs a whole octave higher, eyes crossed as his pretty tits bounce the same speed as the Katsuki fucking him.
Katsuki exhales and shudders, head ducked as he grinds deeply, eyes half-lidded as he chases those pink petal lips, muffling a mewl from Deku as he kisses him with heated fervor. The other boy nervously gave kitten licks to his lower lip, eyes screwed shut until the blond reaches down— before slapping his chubby clit.
“Owh!” Izuku wails, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mind is muddled with pleasure. It was all too much, Katsuki’s cock was reaching deep in him, unyielding and hot.
“I’m gonna— Kacchan, I’m g’nna—!”
“Me too baby, gonna cum inside your bitch pussy,” Katsuki pants, nipping on Izuku’s chubby nipples, tugging on them with his teeth as he feels his balls tighten, “mph, get ready, ‘zuku, ‘m gonna mark your from the inside.”
Izuku nods, his dumb little doe eyes unfocused as he weakly paws with desperation at Katsuki’s chest, brain fucked out of his cunt. The blonde laughs breathlessly, chest hurting and heartbeat throbbing in his ears at how overwhelmingly cute his Deku is.
But then, Deku looks up at him, before placing a shy chaste kiss on the corner of his lip— and Katsuki’s brows shoot up before he nuts so fucking hard inside Deku with a surprised moan.
“M-Mm! Kacchann !”
Izuku cums with him, while body tightening with his orgasm. Katsuki’s seed paints his pussy white, warmth quickly filling him in spurts as he himself drenches their shared bed as he squirts in a perfect arc that soaks the blond’s pelvis.
Interestingly, Katsuki looks at their mixed spend with misty eyes before dipping his fingers in, marveling at the shiny cum before sucking them in his mouth. Izuku’s pussy valiantly twitches at the sight, his chest heaving as they both come out from their high.
Remnants of the aphrodisiac were gone by now, if Katsuki was to guess. Still, he grinded into that squishy pussy even with his equally softening cock, trying desperately to savor this moment.
“Kacchan..”
Katsuki looks up at the warbled plea.
Izuku was teary-eyed but not in the way he’d expected. Instead of looking betrayed or hurt, he instead looked painfully meek as he hides his pretty face behind his hands, green eyes peeking out shyly from the gaps between his fingers. It made Katsuki’s chest burn the way it always did when Izuku did anything remotely cute, leaning over his boyfriend with wide red eyes.
Izuku looked all docile as he pawed at the wife beater Katsuki was wearing, a sheen of post-sex sweat making him glow brighter. He was hauntingly adorable like this, brain all muddled from a good dicking, the blond already thinking of how he’s going to keep Deku this way permanently.
“You.. What was in..?”
“Aphrodisiac.” Straight to the point. Doesn’t matter if Izuku hates him now, or tomorrow, or next week. What Katsuki does know is that he’s going to keep him no matter what, so might as well be transparent. “I wanted you.” Irritation floods Katsuki when he remembers Shindou out of nowhere, clicking his tongue with a deep frown, “Fuck, can’t believe Shindou got to your ass first. Doesn’t matter, I’ll fuck you hard into next week to make you forget—“
“W-We never did anything like this!” Izuku shouts, flushing a pretty strawberry red when Katsuki raises a brow in surprise. He averts his eyes anxiously, as if afraid to be judged, “I.. I only talked to him because I thought Kacchan didn’t like me.. He bad mouthed you so I broke it off before he could even kiss me..!”
A new kind of high takes hold of Katsuki. Never even kissed? God, what a fucking loser, not valuing what he got. If he were Shindou, he’d be buried right in Izuku’s guts as soon as he’d get together (though he supposed it doesn’t matter now).
“Yeah?” A dopey smile was on Katsuki’s face before he could stop it, “I took your pussy’s virginity?”
“If you say it like that..” Izuku shakes his head, before squeaking when Katsuki places kisses on his face, then down to his chest. He unexpectedly sucks on his left tit, making the younger boy whine but also shakily card his hands through Katsuki’s hair, almost pulling him into his pecs. “Ah.. Kacchan really is a p-pervert..”
“Shit, Deku. What did you expect? I’ve been stealing your panties and nutting in your food.” Katsuki snorts, placing one last loving kiss on those pretty mounds, hands snaking down to squeeze at that fat ass. He loved the layer of softness Izuku always had no matter how much he worked out, finding it exhilarating to sink his grubby hands into the plush flesh.
Izuku pouts almost scoldingly at the information. The little thing was still cuddled up to him, however, despite the disturbing facts revealed. “Do you have..?”
“Your hot pink G-String? Fuck yeah. That was fuckin’ hot.” Katsuki murmurs, ears pink at the accusatory glare Izuku gives him. “ What Deku? You’re telling me you wouldn’t knick a good pair of sexy ass panties?”
“No! I wouldn’t!” Izuku splutters, making the blond laugh. Fuck, he’s smiling way too much right now. “Anyways! I didn’t know you liked me..” Izuku pouts, eyes watery, “Oh, you must’ve been hurt when I was talking to Shindou.. I’m so sorry, Kacchan..!”
Hurt was an okay word, sure. Wrathful, however, fit more with the way he beat the little weasel in the bathrooms after their ‘break up’ (and really, does it count as a relationship if you didn’t even kiss the guy?).
“It’s whatever. I’m yours now, right?”
Izuku smiles, wide and bright, apple cheeks pink as he nods. “O-Only if you agree I’m yours now too!”
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“Kacchan.”
“Mmm..”
“Kacchan!”
“Sometimes I regret telling you I steal your cute panties.” Katsuki laments, blearily blinking at the floundering form of his boyfriend, standing by the foot of their shared bed with a grumpy cute pout and bright red on his cheeks. His glare was adorable as far as Katsuki was concerned, but he knew that if he said it, Izuku would end up withholding kisses for an hour.
“Alright alright, finee.” Katsuki chuckles and teaches under their pillows, pulling out a pair of white satin panties— one of Izuku’s favorite pairs to wear for bed. He’d inched it off last night after a good fuck, tempted to use it while Izuku went to practice and he stayed back in the dorms for a boring five hours.
Izuku mutters an exasperated thank you, garments clenched in his hand as he moves to the leave the room— before he stops by the doorway.
Katsuki lifts his head up in a little concern from their comfy bed to peer at his boyfriend, buried under soft All Might plushies and thick cotton blankets. Izuku hesitates, rocking on the heels of his feet before he shuffles over to Katsuki, leaning down to kiss the blond’s cheek sweetly.
“Mmph, don’t miss me—” another kiss “—too much, nerd. It’s only a few hours.”
Izuku hums in his mouth, pretty lashes fluttering before pulling away with red-sucked lips. Noticeably, he’s hooked his thumbs on the edge of the gym booty shorts he was wearing— before they’re pushed down.
“Deku—“
“H-Here!”
A blur of fabric sails through the air which Katsuki instinctively reaches up to catch, eyes going half-lidded when he realizes what they were.
Izuku pulls up his shorts, now commando, as he fiddles flusteredly with the hem of his jacket. His eyes were averted, still unused to how shameless his boyfriend was when it came to being a degenerate.
“You.. You can have those while I’m away, okay!?”
Katsuki looks at him for a moment before bringing the baby blue panties up to his face, moaning without a care in the world when that pussy musk hits him like a pull of a cigarette— only ten times better in his humble opinion. Izuku squeaks at that, almost appalled.
“Mmm, thank you baby. See you later? I’m gonna cook Katsudon.”
At that, Deku softens, but he still had his wobbly lip and blush plaguing his pretty cherub face.
“M-Mhm.. see you later. Love you, Kacchan.”
Katsuki pockets the panties, throwing a lazy grin at his pretty boyfriend. Fuck , boyfriend , can you believe that? Katsuki certainly can’t, but fuck him if he doesn’t make the most of it.
If it were really up to him, he’d keep Izuku from practice and eat that squishy little pussy out, but Izuku would get mad and, well, his happiness goes above everything else when it comes to Katsuki.
“Love you too baby.”
For now, while Izuku was gone— well. He’s got the little shit’s panties to keep him company.