Work Text:
“We should go camping this weekend.” Izuku says blithely where he’s facing the kitchen sink, washing the dishes. “We haven’t gotten out enough this year.”
He hears a bang behind him, a muffled curse, and then the shuffle of feet. Katsuki appears at his back instantly, arms wrapping around his middle and pulling him into a strong chest. Red eyes are alight, intense, and smug.
“Camping? Or camping.” Katsuki raises an eyebrow, expectant, eager. He’s so handsome, it’s insane.
“Camping,” Izuku repeats with the same implication, and can’t help blushing at the savage look that crosses Katsuki’s face. Oh, sweet heavens. He knows exactly what he’s in for, and yet his stomach still flutters with excitement.
“Fuck yeah.” Katsuki whispers, then presses a sweet kiss to Izuku’s freckled cheek. It doesn’t remain sweet for long, as Katsuki pushes and pushes and then starts using his teeth, but Izuku flowers beneath it anyways, hot between his thighs and a frizzle of pleasure running up his spine.
Yeah, camping.
Camping, as in heading into the wilderness with a tent, the barest supplies, and Katsuki’s sharp gaze on his back and behind.
The entire trek is foreplay. The four-hour walk into the bush, leaving their car behind, is sensual. Izuku feels sexy, he feels hunted, and Katsuki is at his most attractive in hiking gear and wearing a knife on his hip. They’re keen and brushing touches over one another, refraining from kissing just to make themselves wait a little longer. It’s so hot. And this in despite of the sweat and the bugs and the dirt and Izuku’s aching knees.
Camping, as when they’re finished setting up the tent and the fire and have dragged a log over to sit on it like the bench of kings, Katsuki grasps Izuku’s hips from behind and bends him over. He doesn’t undress him, merely grips him so tight it hurts, pushing him down so he’s bent over entirely, and presses his hard cock, through their layers of hiking clothes, against his ass. It’s a forceful position, a threatening claim, a physical way to dominate.
Izuku’s cunt throbs.
Katsuki doesn’t go any further. Only breathes behind him with a heavy, thick, even breath, his strong, strong fingers flexing and digging into Izuku’s hips hard enough it may as well bruise. Eventually, Izuku is released, but he’s quiet and doe-eyed and his heart flutters in his throat watching Katsuki’s profile, set in stark relief against the firelight.
They go to bed. Katsuki doesn’t touch him further, and they drift to sleep with their eyes locked on the other. The thin pad they sleep on is filled with a layer of air, and Izuku dozes into a sleep that is so highly charged he doesn’t even feel rested.
His excitement still grows. When the sun begins to dawn and the birds have begun waking, Katsuki shifts, crawls over top Izuku and hovers. He’s a heavy weight, strong, and powerful. Warm. It could be threatening, the way he stares, breathes atop him. Izuku pretends to remain asleep. A tiny, tiny kiss to Izuku’s cheek and then the other man is gone, disappeared, wandering into the forest.
Izuku’s eyes open, and he breathes out into the morning. His fingers have already found his pussy, his clit, but he doesn’t touch himself more than that. He’s not allowed. That doesn’t stop the burning low in his guts, the anticipation.
“Kacchan,” Izuku whispers into his loneliness. He eats breakfast, and cleans up, then idly begins packing for a nice short walk. There’s a small lake about a kilometer away, and he has a book in his bag along with a water bottle, some lunch foods, and, just in case, lube.
As he begins walking, Izuku wonders at Katsuki. He’s out here, in the forest with him, but Izuku can’t find him. His senses aren’t going off, as he’s not under threat perse. Not a sound, or a glimpse. Izuku knows exactly what’s in store for him, and yet the pretense of not knowing how or when is incredible.
Within hours, he’s lulled into a sense of safety that is entirely false. He sits on his small picnic blanket, opens his book, and pretends he’s out for a stroll alone. There’s nothing nearby except the birds, the water, and the wind in the trees. His pussy is empty, his heart is pounding. It’s delicious.
Something cracks in the trees behind him. Izuku whirls, looking, trying to see whatever predator that might be coming up behind him. Nothing.
On his knees, Izuku stares into the forest wide-eyed, waiting for something to reveal itself, perhaps a monster ready to devour him, perhaps a harmless mouse. He holds his breath, as if that would help him hear better. Nothing moves beyond the shift of the leaves. He's alone here, of course he is. He's out for a walk at the lakeside, nothing more.
Breathing out, Izuku releases a bit of his tension. He tries to calm his pounding heart.
He laughs a bit to himself. So silly of him. There’s nobody else here, he’s so deep in the back country. Nothing to worry about.
Still, he packs up his bag, folds his small blanket into it and feels eyes on him. He looks around again, a tiny bit intimidated. There’s nothing to see, absolutely nothing. A shiver curls into his stomach, a combination of hot anticipation and genuine fear.
“Come on, Izuku. Don’t be dumb.” Izuku utters to himself, and heads back down the game path he followed here. A bird breaks out from a tree as he passes, and Izuku twitches, flinching to glance upward.
He walks for a few minutes, senses at high alert. There’s the strangest thing tickling at the back of his mind. He rubs sweaty palms on his thighs.
A rustle, to his side, and he whirls. Nothing to see. It seems impossible, but between the thick trunks and the rolling of the hills in this part of the country, there’s many places to hide.
“Hello?” Izuku calls out, nervous. “Is that a person or a rabbit? Probably a rabbit. I’m not for eating, in any case!” He feels silly, talking to himself. Something turns over and tumbles behind him, like a kicked rock. His heart skips a beat because no rabbit could make such a noise. “Uh, keep moving. Keep, keep moving. Nothing’s there.”
But, as he turns and gets ready to start walking again, he hears it. Breathing. An inhale, and a rustle, as someone steps forward.
He’s not alone, there’s someone there, there’s someone here with him!
Izuku is off like a shot, fleeing. His heart pounding, he feels it, the encroaching sense of something behind him, some beast interested in his guts and his blood and feasting on his flesh. Some stranger eager to hurt him, to kill him, to fu-fu-fuck him!
There’s a deep, frightening snarl as he dodges around a thorn bush, the heavy thumps of feet in combat boots behind him. A person chases him, he’s not alone, he’s being hunted.
He pants, turning quickly off the path and bursting into the bush. He tries to quickly glance back, but it distracts him, and he impacts a tree with his shoulder. Gasping in pain, he’s slowed, but ricochets himself into a different direction. The man grunts behind him, following.
“Please!” He cries out, only seeing flashes of whoever chases him. Blonde hair, sharp eyes. A large body, huge strong shoulders. He could hold him down. He’s fast, too, just behind him.
He can’t keep running like this, he keeps losing track and changing direction, and the beast behind him follows his every move. He can hear the man’s breathing, the excited panting.
Izuku trips, and only just catches himself against a tree. He’s caught. He can’t run anymore. Hunched and breathing hard, Izuku doesn’t look around behind him, too afraid. Oh god, oh no.
And then the man chuckles, laughing so darkly. Izuku shivers in both fear and arousal.
“It’s okay,” the man coos, and his deep, raspy voice is strange to Izuku, the glee and the want evident. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you unless you keep running.”
“What do you want?” Izuku whispers, hesitating, looking slowly over his shoulder. He sees the combat boots first, eyes on the ground with nerves. His pursuer is tall and stepping closer.
“What any animal wants.” The man answers, and his voice changes so quickly, so dark, so mean, Izuku can’t help it. He flinches backward, turning, trying again to run but he’s too slow.
Izuku cries out when he’s slammed into, bodily forced down to the ground. His bag is ripped from his back, yanking his arms out of the way and sending him face-planting. The man is heavy, he’s strong, stronger than Izuku. Izuku scrambles, trying to flee on hands and knees, but the weight of this beast, the hands that clasp over his wrists are tight and large, threatening.
He smells like sugar, burnt and cloying and powerful, sweating from the chase. Izuku’s sweating too, his clothes wet with it, between his thighs absolutely soaked.
“What did I say? If you didn’t run from me,” Lips on the back of his neck, grimaced in a snarl that presses teeth right there to his vulnerable nape. Izuku gasps, twisting, trying to break free. The grasp on his wrists tightens like iron manacles.
“It hurts!” Izuku cries out, wiggling, “Stop, stop it please!”
“S’okay,” the man slurs, pressing more of his bodyweight onto Izuku, shoving the air out of his lungs and pressing his – god, oh god – his hard, clothed cock to his ass. It’s stiff, and huge, and Izuku’s stomach clenches tight. A hand releases one of his arms and Izuku tries to push it to the dirt to give himself more breathing room, but with his legs trapped by the man’s and the other hand dragging his own wrist to the back of his neck, pinning him there uncomfortably, face in the dirt, he can’t move.
With one hand, this animal of a man starts yanking at Izuku’s shorts.
“Wait!” Izuku gasps, hips wriggling as best they can. The man laughs, but it’s broken with pants. He’s excited. He’s so hard, and when Izuku’s ass and cunt is open and exposed and vulnerable, the man starts yanking at his own belt.
Izuku trembles and fights again to break free, somehow having both of his hands free just to scramble uselessly in the dirt. The large, punishing hand on the back of his neck pins him so utterly, he can only helplessly whine when the cock is free and pushing at him, prodding at his wet, wet pussy lips.
The beast says nothing, doesn’t hesitate. Izuku is filled with cock in an instant, the head slipping between his lips and finding his hole and shoving.
Izuku’s cry is half a moan, losing his air with the sudden feeling of being filled. His moan mixes into the man’s (Katsuki’s) desperate groan, his savage delight at running him down and being inside, fucking him without permission, taking him the way an animal takes a bitch.
Twitching, Izuku grabs at the dirt and moves in such a way that must feel like he’s trying to break away, to free himself. Katsuki shoves more of his weight on him and starts fucking, yanking at his hip, his hair to keep him down and still and take it.
“Take it- fuck, yes, bitch, take it—” Katsuki snarls behind him, thrusting into him with too much force and all the rage of a monster.
“P-please,” Izuku whines, crying into the dirty and coughing to get air in his lungs. He tilts his hips so the thrusts fill him so completely, hit him so deep he winces with the after pangs of pain. It doesn't matter, because the pain is lost in the heat, in the want, in the way he’s so close to coming already. They’re both still mostly clothed, their hearts pounding hard from the chase and the catch, and Izuku is being fucked in the dirt like he’s been run down by a beast in the forest and fucked, fucked, fu—
“Fuck me, fuck me,” Izuku groans, half mad on the cock in his cunt, the way his shorts are trapping his legs, and Katsuki’s balls hitting him on his clit. He wants to touch himself, wants a single brush of a finger on his clit, knowing it would make him come.
“Wanted it, you wanted it, ran from me even though you’re a slut and wanted fucking anyways, huh? Fuck yes, bitch, you’re a fucking whore for it, for me. My little fucking slut to be fucked whenever I want, wherever I want—” Katsuki rambles back, hand fisting in Izuku’s hair and yanking on him, yanking him upright so he’s balanced on his knees and in Katsuki’s hand and helpless against the cock fucking him, thrusting, pushing him forward. Katsuki braces an arm over and around Izuku’s shoulders and neck, forcing his spine to bend to keep that cock in his insides.
Lips press behind his ear, the snarls and pants and groans of Katsuki overwhelming his senses, the arm blocking some of his airway, the pain in his back worthless in comparison to the way he feels so fucking huge in his pussy.
But, one of his hands is free and with a quick brush against his shorts to get the worst of the dirt off, Izuku slaps his fingers to his clit and comes, screaming.
“Squealing like a pig, coming on my cock, yes!” Katsuki's mad with lust. He fucks him hard, painfully, and grips him so tight when he comes Izuku’s eyesight blots with black spots. He comes inside, right inside without permission, churning hard, hips pressed so tight. A beast of a man fucking him for his own gain and Izuku trembles through the after waves of his orgasm that steals all sense and reason from his mind.
When he comes around, Izuku finds himself sitting in Katsuki’s lap, legs akimbo, knees hurting, back hurting, cunt plugged full of Katsuki’s cock and come.
“You fucked me,” Izuku groans almost unintelligibly, “you ran me down and fucked me.”
“Yeah,” Katsuki sighs back, exhausted and trembling, “Yeah, you okay?”
“Yeah,” Izuku wiggles, cunt flexing around the softened, oversensitive cock. Katsuki twitches in response and shuffles a bit so they’re cuddled tight. The forest around them is empty, the sun shining through dappled leaves and the breeze high above their heads doesn’t reach them through the canopy. It's warm, but comfortable. A bird sings nearby, and Izuku smiles at their one and only witness.
“That was so scary.” Izuku says into Katsuki’s neck, even as the cock slips free from him. Immediately, Izuku wants it back, his pussy warm and throbbing and he wants more. Oh, how he wants more. He starts shifting his hips in a slow circle, rubbing sensuously at any part of Katsuki he can reach.
Katsuki groans, and his mouth finds Izuku’s neck.
“Scary?” Katsuki flashes a smug, prideful smile, red eyes hot.
“So scary, Kacchan, the scariest.” Izuku praises, reaching up to capture Katsuki’s chin to raise it. They kiss for the first time, and it’s wet and hot and heavy. Katsuki nips his lip and Izuku groans, opening his mouth slack and wide to let the man dominate him with tongue and teeth.
The cock under him is swelling again, becoming interested. Izuku feels a drip leave his cunt, Katsuki’s spend slipping free, and he moans at it. His fingers find his pussy and smear it around, and Katsuki’s hand joins him there to feel.
“Gonna fuck you again,” Katsuki whispers in his ear, turning and laying them both back so Izuku’s on his back and their fingers tangle at his pussy. Katsuki pushes one through and into him to feel how hot he is, how messy and wet. Izuku groans, mildly sore but wanting more of it. He opens his legs, feeling sluttish and beautiful. Katsuki looks down at him, propped on an elbow, and his cock is hard again, pressed at Izuku’s ass cheek.
Reaching between to grasp him, Izuku looks Katsuki and tilts his hips in offer. Katsuki’s finger slides free and he grabs Izuku’s thigh, and just like that, they put him inside again.
Red eyes on green, and Izuku's eyelashes flutter with the familiar, wonderful feeling of Katsuki’s cock in him. Katsuki watches him with such intensity, such reverence, that it doesn’t even seem real when they start swaying together, a slow, careful thrust that feels dirty and natural and gorgeous, right here on the forest floor.
“Found you when you opened your book. Watched you. You ran from me, but I caught you.” Katsuki says to him, and Izuku watches the memory and the sensation of their fucking combine.
“Took me in the dirt, like I was yours, like you owned me,” Izuku answers, lips swollen and he licks them, enjoying the way Katsuki fucks a tiny bit harder at his words.
“Yes,” Katsuki hisses, and sweeps one leg around so he can climb to his hands and knees and press Izuku down into the dirt again. Izuku’s one leg is pushed up and over Katsuki’s shoulder, his other stretched straight and pinned under him, and the next rolling fuck into his cunt makes his head fall back and his mouth drop open on a moan that reaches the leaves.
“Kacchan, yes, yes fuck me like this. God, I love it, I love you, fuck me just like this, anywhere,” Izuku dazedly tells him, and Katsuki’s head drops so he can watch the way his cock slips his pussy apart. Katsuki leans, aims, and lets a glob of spit run off his tongue to drop and slide around where they’re joined. Izuku whimpers, loving the mess, the dirt, the way he’s being pressed back into the ground and fucked right here in the open.
One of Katsuki’s hands drag up his body to find his throat, and Izuku submits entirely, eyes open to gaze through heat and desire at the love of his life.
“Kacchan,” Izuku croaks against his dry mouth and the tight grip on his throat. Katsuki’s face tightens in response, his brows narrowing, his eyes flashing with a violent lust. He loves it, he loves it so much when Izuku is helpless under him.
They fuck like that for longer this time, their previous aggressive fuck taking the edge off and letting them luxuriate in this one. Katsuki’s beautiful, his shirt stripped when he got too sweaty though his pants remain open and his belt jangling with very thrust. Between them, they tug Izuku’s shorts off entirely, and he worms his way out of his shirt.
Out of courtesy, Katsuki piles their clothing under Izuku’s head so it’s at least tiny bit comfortable, and the dichotomy of the way he fucks Izuku like he’s a hole only made for Katsuki to put his cock in and the gentle way he brushes the dirt out of his hair is beyond endearing.
Izuku comes, once, when Katsuki has thrown both his legs over his shoulders and raised up onto his toes to pile drive into him, Izuku’s fingers down scrambling at his clit.
“You’re only mine.” Katsuki tells him when he’s drowning in pleasure, eyes whiting out with his orgasm, and the words settle into his psyche like a spell, a bewitchment.
Izuku comes again when Katsuki splays him open and drops heavily onto him, arms wrapped around Izuku’s head and smothering him into his shoulder, teeth into Izuku’s neck with savage delight, and groaning hotly, hips thrusting wildly. They don’t even have room or air for words anymore, succumbing to the mindlessness of fucking for a goal, a need to come. Quickly, dazed and cock-drunk, Izuku wraps his legs tight around Katsuki’s back, locking his ankles and driving his nails into bunched shoulder blades, just how he likes it. Katsuki comes like that, pumping hard into Izuku’s cunt and leaving his come deep, high, filling him up.
Whimpering and sore and tired, Izuku doesn’t want him to leave, not for along time. Katsuki drags gentle, chapped lips over his face, hand cradling his head and neck with such care it fills Izuku’s eyes with tears.
“Good, baby? You hurt anywhere?” Katsuki asks roughly, satiation written into his face, relaxing his normally tense muscles.
Izuku laughs, jolting them both with eh way his pussy clenches on soft cock.
“Yeah, my back hurts, my knees hurt, and I think I have a rock jabbing into my tailbone.” Izuku answers but his smile is dreamy and soft and he wouldn’t change any of this for the world.
“My backs hurts, my hips are going to be fucked up tonight, and my knees have rocks permanently embedded in them.” Katsuki groans back, allowing himself to shift up and away and eyes taking in the way Izuku can’t even be bothered to close his legs. Satisfaction flashes in his face, red deepening with a smug, animalistic pride.
“You’re leaking out of me, I’m pretty sure I feel a hickey the size of a fist on my neck, and I’m scratched to high hell.” Izuku is marked in every way he can be, and though his voice sounds dissatisfied his smile feels dopey.
“If I liked that sort of thing, I’d also be pissing on you right now too.” Katsuki answers him, unruffled. He doesn’t even bother to wipe himself off, just tucks his messy, come and pussy-juice covered cock into his pants and doing up his belt.
Izuku’s nose wrinkles. He’s glad neither of them are into piss. He can’t even imagine being sticky with that as well.
“There’s no showers nearby. The lake is going to be cold. And I have to pee.” Izuku complains, accepting Katsuki’s hands as they hold out to help him stand. His knees threaten to buckle, but they stand there, at what is likely four p.m. in the afternoon on a Saturday, deep in the forest, and kiss.
Their kiss is gentle, lacking heat but full of love.
“Regrets?” Katsuki asks, brushing what is probably dirt, or spit, or both off Izuku’s cheek.
“None.” Izuku answers and matches his fingers to four scraped lines he left behind on Katsuki’s shoulder and pec. “We’re just getting too old for this.”
“Bite your tongue. If I can’t run you down and fuck you right in the forest when we’re old and grey, just put me out of my misery.” Katsuki snaps back, and it’s like whatever overcame them in the last day has released, a tension that had been lingering for weeks, maybe months, disperses.
Izuku flashes a smile, and Katsuki, in the middle of wrestling back into his own shirt, presses a messy kiss to his teeth, their smiles matching. Yeah, they don’t get out enough.