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The bell suspended above the door sounded as Izuku allowed the shop door to creak closed behind him and he let out a small, relieved sigh that the store was, as he had hoped, empty. Izuku wasn’t sure how much planning most people expended before going to a sex shop, but he had made sure to check Google reviews no less than a dozen times to monitor which times were the least busy. He was pleased to see that the store also appeared to value privacy with the parking lot located at the back, not facing the street and dark-tinted windows. Although, he reasoned, that may have just served to make the store more suspicious-looking.
“Let me know if you need help,” the man at the counter droned, eyes glued to his phone.
And, as Izuku took to browsing the isles, he discovered a flaw in his meticulously crafted plan; he had absolutely no idea what to get. He’d had a single bullet vibe that he’d been using since he started T, but he hadn’t been too keen on using it after the first few months, discovering that it wasn’t very well suited to his bottom growth and hadn’t bothered replacing it when the motor eventually burned out. He’d come in with the hope of just finding a better vibrator, and had just sort of…assumed he’d know what he wanted when he saw it. And this store had options. There was a separate aisle dedicated to vibrators, and a staggering amount at that. There were some that were meant for internal use, some for external, some for both, some for partners. And he had absolutely no clue what half of what the things he was looking at were even supposed to do, let alone where they were meant to go.
Oh god, Izuku did not want to have to ask the cashier. He didn’t want to ask about sex toys in general, but having to out himself as trans to a man he hadn’t even had a conversation with yet made it even less appealing. He supposed he could google…
The cashier was looking at him.
Izuku hadn’t had a chance to get a good look at him on his way in, but the cashier was kind of hot in that ‘man you meet up with in the bathroom stall of a bar, then never see again’ type of way. He looked maybe five years older than Izuku, with his hair gelled up into blonde spikes. The man had been doing something involving receipts and a handful of paper clips but had abandoned them to stare blatantly at Izuku, still somehow managing to look bored. Stubble dusted his chin and his eyes had been messily lined with coal.
Izuku’s throat went dry as the cashier tilted his head, examining him. And slowly, almost as if he was asking a question, he raised his right hand, drawing Izuku’s eyes to the ring striped with pink, blue and white. The cashier raised an eyebrow, silenting asking ’are you also…?’
Izuku nodded and a smile cracked the man’s lips. ‘Katsuki’ his nametag read.
“You look like you need help.”
This was absolutely not something he wanted to talk about… but, well, he was already here, wasn’t he? And it had been a while since Izuku had met another trans person his age and even longer since he’d been clocked as trans himself. It seemed as good a sign as any.
“Well…” Izuku swallowed. He wasn’t particularly keen to discuss his masterbatory desires with a stranger, but that was what Katsuki was here for, wasn’t he? And asking another trans guy would probably get him better results than just picking something off the shelf, anyway. “I’m trying to find something that works with bottom growth.” He could feel his face heating up and Izuku was pretty sure he would leave here blushing so hard he looked sunburnt.
Katsuki looked mildly amused by Izuku’s humiliation. “How much experience with toys do you have?”
“Not much, just a vibe,” he admitted and Katsuki’s lips twisted into a grin that made Iuzku feel like he was about to be swallowed whole.
“Alright, let me see what you’re working with.”
Excuse me?”
“How am I supposed to help you if I don’t know what your dick looks like?”
Izuku wasn’t particularly well versed in sex shop etiquette, but he presumed it did not typically include him flashing the cashier. Although, he wouldn’t particularly mind anything involving his cock and Kastuki, especially not when Katsuki had him fixed with that hungry look.
Katsuki gestured behind the counter.
Fuck it.
He was already so far outside of his comfort zone, why put a stop to it all now? And, as much as Izuku didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t entirely opposed to whatever it was that Katsuki was proposing. Izuku did the best he could to avoid eye contact as he joined the man on the other side of the register and tugged his jeans off, folded them neatly and placed them on the floor.
“Do you wanna tell me your name before I see your junk?”
Izuku’s eyes flicked over to Katsuki, who was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed in a way that read as slightly amused. “Izuku.”
“I like that, did you pick it?”
It was nice to know Katsuki still found it necessary to make customer service small talk, even while said customer was behind the counter, now pantsless. “My mom suggested it, and I thought it fit so I stuck with it.”
He made a noise of acknowledgement and nodded towards the counter. “Hop up here and let me get a look. Boxers off, too, I ain’t gonna get much by looking at your dick print.” Izuku obediently shucked his boxers, stalling by folding, then placing them with his pants before settling his bare ass on the countertop.
Katsuki seemed to give up on giving Izuku directions, instead opting to bypass it by spreading Izuku’s legs with a hand on each knee, stepping between them and moving down to touch him. Katsuki pinched Izuku’s tdick between his thumb and index finger and Izuku yelped. “It’s so little and cute, barely even a cock,” he mused. “You’ve got such a nice cunt, though. Your dick’s so useless, you were made to bottom.”
Izuku’s whole body was warm with humiliation as Katsuki continued to examine him, letting out little coos about how pretty his hole was, and what a nice little fucktoy he must be. He squirmed, desperately wanting to close his legs and push Katsuki away, but something about being put on display and inspected made something in his stomach twist with pleasure, “It would be a shame to let all of this go to waste, let's find you something to get off with.” Izuku moved to stand, but Katsuki put a hand on his thigh to push him back down.
Katsuki elbowed the door to the back open, disappearing momentarily and returning with a bulb of silicon with two buttons and an indent at the top.“Yours is too little for someone to properly suck, it would probably be a waste of time.” He flicked Izuku’s clit to indicate his point. “You could try an air suction toy, though. It’s a similar feeling.”
Izuku chose to ignore that comment, not willing to show Katsuki how much he enjoyed the bullying. “Isn’t that…unsanitary?
Katsuki shrugged. “I ain’t gonna put it back on the shelf, was gonna take one home anyway. Mine broke a while ago.” The thought of Katsuki getting off with something he had used on Izuku had his thighs twitching. Despite the fact that it was still slightly gross. Actually, perhaps because of that. “‘Sides, you don’t know if it will work for you until you try it. Think of it like going into a changing room to try on clothes.” Katsuki spit onto the top of the toy, letting it collect in the little divot. That was definitely unsanitary but elected not to further voice his disgust at the risk of Katsuki putting a stop to whatever was going on.
Izuku watched in fascination as Katsuki positioned the little hole at the top over his clit. “I’m only going to use the lowest setting.” Then he held down the button until the toy started up.
Izuku’s entire body went ramrod straight as the stimulation tore through him like lightning and the toy sucked fervently at his tdick. I felt so good and it was so much. The vibrations seemed to surround his 0ock as it was worked in and out of the divot in the silicon. He bucked his hips, trying to writhe away, but Kauki held it steady against him.
“Stop, stop, it’s too much!” Katsuki immediately pulled the toy away, shutting it off as Izuku caught his breath.”It’s…intense,” he gasped out.
“Mmm, airpulse doesn’t feel great for everyone. We can try something else.” Izuku nodded weakly. “How are you with penetration?”
Izuku choked on his spit. “I-what?”
“Is it dysphoric or painful?” When Izuku didn’t answer, he rolled his eyes and continued. “What do you tell your OB GYN?”
“Oh, um…” Penetration had always been…difficult. Izuku had been thankful for every effect of T, with the exception of the vaginal atrophy it had caused. It hadn’t really been that much of a bother; his past girlfriends hadn’t minded Izuku’s preference for wearing the strap and none of his past boyfriends had put up much of a fight over his preference for anal. “It doesn’t…feel as good as it used to?” His voice cracked a bit as he started to explain. God, he was getting off on the humiliation of this, wasn’t he? “I don’t get…as wet as I used to. And it bleeds a bit sometimes”
“Yeah, that’s pretty common, just takes a little more work.” Katsuki took one of the little packets of lube from the bowl on the front desk and tore it open, smearing it onto his fingers and tossing the empty packet somewhere on the floor behind him. That looked like an OSHA hazard, he thought delusionally. “Let me open you up real good first.” Izuku huffed impatiently but obediently angled his hips back, resting his elbows on the counter to give Katsuki a better angle. “How well do you usually stretch yourself?”
Izuku was already too red to blush any further, so he just looked away with a noncommittal noise. “Never figured out how to do it right, seemed like too much work.”
Katsuki’s fingers spread the lips of Izuku's cunt. “Makes sense why you’re so uptight. You’ve been neglecting your poor, needy hole. You just need someone to show you how to do it right.” Katsuki moved his fingers to press his thumb against Izuku’s rim, idly playing with it and stretching just enough that the feeling was present, but didn’t hurt. “You gonna let me show you how to do it right?”
Izuku nodded, reaching for his voice to answer, “Yes, please, Katsuki.”
“Good boy, just relax for me.” Izuku shivered and let out a soft whine at the praise while Katsuki eased two fingers into his cunt. Katsukiś fingers were thicker than his own and he had forgotten how nice it was to have something inside of him. Izuku had never really enjoyed fingering himself; it had always felt more like a chore, a necessary step to get something better inside him, but Katsuki seemed to be taking his sweet time. The pads of his fingers prodded up and forward against Izuku's g-spot, pulsing against it and coaxing a startled whine from the man below him.
Every so often, Katsuki pulled his fingers almost out, spreading them and slowly working Izuku’s pussy open before pushing back in to massage his insides. Izuku wasn’t too sure on what the rules for conversation were while his cunt was drooling around someone’s fingers. Was he supposed to say anything to Katuki? Tell him he was doing a good job? Would Katsuki find that patronizing? Katsuki made the choice for him, short circuiting Izuku’s brain before he could overthink any further.
The hand that Katsuki had previously used to grip Izuku’s hip moved down to tug at his little cock, keeping it between the knuckles of his index and middle finger and middle finger and jerking it with the same rhythm as the fingers buried in Izuku’s cunt. “It’ll feel better if you cum.”
And, god, it would feel so good to cum, wouldn’t it? Izuku’s head tipped forward and moaned. It had been years since someone had known exactly how to touch him, how to push all of his buttons and draw out pleasure better than Izuku could himself. A broken ‘please’ tore from his throat when Katsuki sped up the pace of his fingers and then he was cumming, hard and overwhelming, with a shout.
Katsuki worked him through the aftershocks, rubbing steady circles against his insides as Izuku continued to tremble and gush around Katsuki’s fingers.
He was glad when Katsuki’s fingers retreated and he left Izuku to fetch something, not sure if his jelly legs could support him leaving the counter he was sitting on and let himself relax in the gooey after-feeling, only cracking his eyes open when he heard Katsuki’s footstep reappreach.
Katsuki held up the toy so Izuku could see. I was that bright pink color that most sex toys were, with a long arm that curved forward just slightly and a smaller branch attached. A rabbit, he was pretty sure it was called. His freshman year roommate had one and she swore by it. Katsuki parted the folds of Izuku’s pussy and pressed the blunt head against his hole. The silicon was curved perfectly to rest right up against all of the spots inside of him that made Izuku’s insides spark. It wasn't thick enough to make him feel its presence, but Katsuki had done a good job with his fingers, evident by the lack of that stinging stretch that usually turned Izuku off of penetration. His orgasm had his nerves sparking with every touch and Izuku clenched around the toy just to feel it against his insides.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He shallowly fucked it in and out, bumping against Izuku’s g-spot. It felt so good, gently stretching and nestling against everything that his fingers could never reach.
“Yeah.”
Katsuki leaned forward, pinning Izuku down with his body weight while keeping his hand between Izuku’s thighs to hold the toy in place. His breath ghosted across Izuku’s face and he shivered as Katsuki’s lips brushed his ear. “Wanna see how good it feels when I turn it on?” He heard the soft click as it whirred to life and Izuku warbled. Katsuki’s bodyweight kept him pinned down, but also put just enough pressure right underneath his navel to press the curved tip of the toy flush with his g-spot.
Izuku shivered as the vibrations reverberated through his sensitive insides, whining as Katsuki’s thumb pressed the smaller branch against Izuku’s tcock “Oh, fuck!”
“It’ll feel so good, I know what I’m doing,” Katuki remarked as casually as if he were showing off all the benefits of a cast iron pan. Izuku’s fingers gripped the edge of the counter, his knuckles white, panting as the vibrator buzzed against the length of his twitching cock.
“Oh god, oh fuck!” He rocked his hips up, falling into a rhythm of grinding his g-spot against the buzzing silicon. Izuku didn’t particularly care to know what kinds of sounds he was making, but he was sure they were probably embarrassing.
Izuku yelped, grabbing onto Katsuki’s wrist and pushing the toy in as deep as it would go, his cunt clenching and spasming around it as he came. His grip on Katsuki’s wrist relaxed and Katsuki shut of the toy and drew it out before the euphoria could tip into unpleasant overstimulation.
Then, slowly enough to give Izuku time to protest, he unbuckled his belt and set it on the counter. Then moved to unbutton his pants. When Izuku still didn’t object and instead stayed laying where he was, looking up passively through half-lidded eyes as an invitation, Katsuki tossed his pants in the direction of Izuku’s pile of clothes and Izuku’s mouth went dry when Katsuki kicked off his boxers. Katsuki’s pussy was mostly obscured by a mound of thick, wiry hair with only his swollen clit poking out. It had to be at least two inches and Katsuki’s smirked, definitely aware how big he was and was enjoying having his ego stroked. “You wanna feel it?”
Izuku swallowed thickly. “Please.” He desperately wanted to feel Katsuki’s cock between his lips and put his mouth around Katsuki’s cunt, but that seemed too intimate of an ask for a stranger he had met less than an hour ago. He could settle for whatever he was given. “Wanna feel you fuck me, I want you to get off, cum all over my pussy-” Katsuki cut off his desprate babbling by pressing Izuku’s thighs back against his chest and parting Izuku’s lips with his tcock.
Izuku couldn’t help but feel pleased with the way Katsuki moaned. “Yeah, just lay there nice and pretty for me, so soft and warm around my cock.” Izuku whined as the praise and the feeling of Katsuki’s tdick nudging at his sensitive hole.
Kasuki’s tcock dragged through the sloppy folds of Izuku’s cunt, rutting against his hole. Izuku’s brain had long turned to mush, and was too soupified to make rational decisions as he crossed his leg behind Katsuki’s back, rocking up against him. “Please, please, please-”
“Fuck!” Katsuki's head fell forward and used his grip on Izuku’s hips to pull them as close as possible, still gracelessly grinding against the man underneath him. Izuku marveled at the way he could feel Katsuki’s tdick pulse with his orgasm.
They both lay there in silence for a moment with only their panting breaths and the hum of the fluorescent store lights. “Thank you,” Izuku’s brain finally solidified enough to say.
“Yeah, no problem.” He took a moment before pulling off Izuku to grab his pants. “Buy yourself some good lube, water based if you’re sold on using toys.” Katsuki gestured to a few displayed next to the resistor.
Izuku nodded and grabbed one, avoiding eye contact with Katsuki as he placed the bottle and rabbit together on the counter, even though he reasoned that, realistically, paying for the sex toy that had just been used on you was probably the least embarrassing part of the entire ordeal.
Izuku dressed while Katsuki rang him up, displeased to find his boxers already sticking to the inside of his slick thighs. The drive home was not going to be fun, with his sensitive clit rubbing against the damp fabric. Oh well, he supposed it was worth it.
As Izuku left the shop, he took one last look at the receipt as he stuffed it into his pocket and a grin spread across his lips as he caught sight of a phone number scribbled on the back in pen, followed by ‘call me’.