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Dinner - that’s what he’s supposed to be doing right now. He’s almost there, nearly finished with his task, cutting up the rest of the vegetables he has to saute for the soup when Kaminari and Kirishima are stumbling in. Deku’s arms are wrapped around one of Kaminari’s and Kirishima’s wearing a sheepish expression, palm rubbing at his neck as he sighs.
“Sorry, man,” he says, immediately. And Katsuki’s already fucking rolling his eyes ‘cause he literally cannot trust his idiot friends to do shit. “We tried our best and ahh, well. For the most part he was entertained, but then, umm. Well,” Kirishima glances at Deku.
Before anything else can be said, Deku’s glazed–over eyes land on Katsuki and Katsuki swears to fuck he can see the second everything falls apart. For Deku, at least. For one, he’s already just barely keeping it together when he pulls himself out of Kaminari’s arms and rushes over to Katsuki. His green curls are pushed back so his sweaty forehead is exposed, sweat beading at his temples and running along the side of his neck. Sitting beneath his eyes to make his pretty freckled face look just the slightest bit clammy. His eyes are bloodshot, lips slightly chapped. The fur of the white ears sitting in his curls are matted, just a little, and drooped, hanging low like he’s fucking sad. And he’s panting. Panting like crazy.
“Kacchan,” Deku sighs, breathy, light. His ears lift a little with his mood, start twitching in quick little momvements He swallows, throat clearly dry, stumbles all the way over to Katsuki, round tail bouncing with his quick steps, and pushes himself into his arms. Katsuki makes very quick work of dumping the rest of the vegetables on his wooden board into the pot of boiling water before tossing the thing to the side and welcoming his baby into his hold. Deku mumbles, “Kacchan, Kacchan, I missed you.”
Deku’s burning up. Like, his temperature is fucking insane - Katsuki feels the heat of his skin against him instantaneously and he whips his head up to look at the fuckers who were supposed to be taking care of Deku.
“What the fuck?” Katsuki spits, voice already rising as he squeezes his arms tighter around Deku. “What’s his problem? Why the hell is he burning up?”
“Well,” Kaminari starts.
“Is he fucking sick??”
Kirishima shakes his head. “Ah, no. But …”
“He probably has a fucking fever, you idiots! He’s fucking steaming!”
“I don’t think-”
“Why didn’t you morons fucking call me?!”
“That’s not…” Kirishima trails and before Katsuki can really snap at him and lose every shred left of sense he has on the fucker, he feels something damp against the fabric of his sweatpants.
Soaking through them and wetting a patch of Katsuki’s leg from underneath. Katsuki almost jumps at the feeling. Almost. But his hold on Deku is firm and he stays calm as fucking ever when he glances down between their bodies. Deku’s whining now and Katsuki hardly noticed the noise ‘cause it’s so fucking soft, so quiet. Delicate. Pretty. His fucking Deku, of course. It’s coming from between Deku’s legs, a damp spot at the crotch of Deku’s pink little shorts.
“Oh. Baby,” Katsuki mumbles. He carefully pulls one of his arms away from Deku’s waist and uses his hand to cup Deku’s mound, gently grinding the heel of his palm against him, already feeling how swollen it is. “Baby. You’re so wet.”
“Kacchan, ‘m wet,” Deku whines. One of his long, white ears twitches violently, flicking itself against Katsuki’s shoulders as he starts huffing. Moving his hips quickly against Katsuki’s body as he starts a low hum beneath his words. “It’s - it’s a lot, Kacchan. Please? Is it okay, Kacchan?”
Katsuki squeezes at one of Deku’s hips, tugging him close so Deku gets better pressure, better friction against Katsuki when he moves rolls against him. He’s pretty, fucking gorgeous little thing. “Good fucking bunny, look at you. Asking for permission to get off. You’re so good, huh, baby? ‘Course it’s okay. You can make yourself feel good.”
Someone clears their throat and Katsuki remembers they’re not alone. Kirishima and Kaminari are standing there, faces beet red. Kirishima very obviously turns his hips away from Katsuki’s line of vision and Kaminari starts whistling as he digs his hands into his pockets and kicks at an imaginary pebble.
Katsuki shoots them a look and spits, “Enjoying the fucking show, idiots? You gonna fuck off so I can take care of his heat, or what?” He’d appreciate some goddamn privacy when it has to do with his bunny losing his fucking mind to his need to be mated. Katsuki’s got a fucking job to do, can’t these fuckers see that? When they’re still staring, Katsuki squeezes Deku even tighter and growls, “What?!”
Kaminari’s face twists in something almost a little painful and he glances to the counter and the stove. The pot that’s currently boiling water and Katsuki suddenly remembers that they’re actually all in the communal kitchens. And Katsuki’s supposed to be making dinner for everyone. And that’s supposed to be done in fifteen fucking minutes. Fuck.
He’s got his boyfriend who’s currently just a really fucking fertile bunny, practically humping his thigh, and like nineteen hungry classmates expecting food and -
… And they have fifteen minutes. Katsuki needs to take care of Deku, he can’t just fucking not do that. But he can be fast with this. Make Deku cum three or four times and he’s good for the next hour. Then he can take him up to their room and go at it all fucking night, just like Deku needs. Katsuki’s got this, he can fucking do this.
“Fuck off,” Katsuki says, nodding at Kaminari and Kirishima. “‘M gonna take care of Deku and dinner. Just give us some fucking privacy.”
“Privacy?!” Kaminari blanches. “You’re in the communal kitchens, dude! Need me to spell it out for you? Com-mu-nal. Public. For everyone. If you want privacy, go to your room…”
Katsuki scoffs and retorts, “If ya wanna watch so bad then just fucking say that.” Katsuki doesn’t mind the two idiots in the room who have still yet to move and puts all of his attention on Deku. Katsuki holds Deku’s freckled face in his large hands and leans down to place a gentle, chaste kiss on his plump lips. Absently, mumbles against Deku’s mouth with the intention of the idiots hearing him, “Look all ya fucking want but this, right here? All mine. Could never even dream of fucking touching him.” And this time, for Deku, Katsuki says, “Ain’t that right, Princess?”
Deku scrunches his nose pleasantly when Katsuki presses soft kisses to his mouth again and again. And he hums, something soft and satisfied from his chest. “Kacchan’s,” Deku mumbles. Sounds a little more there than he usually does and it fucking lights Katsuki all the way up. Deku presses closer to Katsuki and says, “Kacchan is always so good to me. Sweet, Kacchan. You’re so sweet.”
God, does Katsuki fucking love that. Nobody else in the fucking world would call Katsuki sweet. Nobody besides Deku could ever even begin to imagine calling Katsuki sweet or good or nice. But Deku - fucking Deku. He reaches the depths of Katsuki and - he sees fucking all of him. Even here, even like this and in his Quirk-induced haze. He thinks Katsuki’s sweet.
Katsuki presses his hand to Deku’s freckled cheeks. “Thanks, baby. You’re sweet, ya know that? So goddamn good, fucking thank you for seeing me. Kacchan’s gonna take care of ya, okay? ‘M gonna be so fucking good to you.”
“Always, you’re always really good to me,” Deku breathes. His voice is light, breathy and his face finds his way into the crook of Katsuki’s neck. The softness of his flicking ears tickles Katsuki’s jaw, his collarbone. Deku’s breath is warm over his skin as he nuzzles his head all against Katsuki, hips starting back up in gentle but firm rocks against Katsuki. “Kacchan ma—mm, makes, me feel … feel really good.”
“Tell me what you want, Sweetheart. What do ya need from me, hm? How should I fuck you? Want my fingers? Want me to stuff you full with my cock? What’re you feeling, baby?”
“Kacchan, I … I want, I,” Deku pants against Katsuki’s shoulder. He’s shifting, holding out his hand and pointing towards something on the counter behind Katsuki. “That. Puh-please? I, I want that, Kacchan. Is, umm. ‘S that good?”
And here, usually, the answer to Deku’s question would be fucking obvious. Should be fucking obvious. His Deku wants something. He’s asking if he can have something he wants. The answer is always yes. Always, always fucking yes if it’s Deku.
And Katsuki wants to say yes, baby. Whatever the fuck you want, sweetheart. Whatever your heart desires, princess, it’s all fucking yours. I’ll steal the stars from the fucking sky if you want the galaxy in the palm of your hands, baby, yes.
Except when he follows Deku’s finger - he thinks an actual fucking log launches itself to the literal depths of his throat.
Katsuki chokes. “A carrot?”
Deku’s pointing to where Katsuki left out a few of the vegetables from when he was making soup. One of the vegetables being a raw fucking carrot. Cleaned and washed, granted. But still with green stems from the top. Long and pointy as ever. Orange. Thick as fuck. Just sitting there, on the counter, perfectly still. That’s what Deku is pointing at. That’s what Deku wants to … fuck, to fucking cum?
That can’t be right.
“Please … please,” Deku mumbles again and again, hot and wet at the skin of Katsuki’s neck. He’s rocking his hips harder, faster against Katsuki’s hand, huffing and breathing hard with the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He’s squeezing Katsuki’s wrist, moving his wrist himself and in time with his own hips. “Please, need it. Need it, Kacchan. R’lly, I really want it.”
Katsuki blinks. “Are - fuck, are you … hungry, Sweetheart?” he tries. Cause Dinner’s like seven minutes away, he’s fucking positive the soup is almost done boiling. “That it, you want food?”
“I— nngh, no. Kacchan, no.” And Deku’s whining, furiously shaking his head. Starts fussing so hard that tears are welling back up in the corner of his eyes. Exasperated and broken, “Kacchan. Kacchan, I want it, please. Please, Kacchan. Can I have it, please please please? I … I—want it, umm, between my … lips.”
And - well. That.
Kacchan’s fucking weak. He is weak. Okay? What the fuck else is he supposed to fucking do in this situation, anyway? Deku as a literal fucking bunnyboy, in heat and begging to be mated, is humping his fucking thigh, getting it soaked in his sweet, syrupy slick and begging for a fucking carrot to be shoved into his mouth.
Katsuki gives him the fucking carrot. It makes sense, Deku’s a rabbit right now or whatever, right?
His hands may be fucking shaking - just a little. But he’s got his fingers curled around the raw vegetable, heavy in his hand. And he pushes it to Deku’s mouth. A small crease forms between Deku’s brow, before he’s outright frowning. He shakes his head with a huff. Then he grabs Katsuki’s wrist—the one holding the vegetable—firm and properly annoyed now, and brings it down, between his fucking thighs.
Holy shit.
He looks up to Katsuki then, and blinks. Looks like a fucking deer. Wide bambi eyes, watery, sparkling, lashes long and curled as he whispers, “Kacchan. Please.”
It’s over. It’s so over.
Katsuki fucking throbs.
He honest to fucking god thinks he moans like a pathetic bitch ‘cause holy fucking hell.
“You’re fucking dirty,” Katsuki tells Deku. He grips the carrot with resolve and lifts it, pushing it against Deku’s already soaked boxers. “Princess, you’re fucking filthy, aren’t you?”
Deku jerks, hyper-sensitive to the friction and pressure of the vegetable. But he’s nodding his head, holding onto Katsuki as he whispers, “Inside, Kacchan, Kacchan want it inside, hahh - between—my, unnh, between—my lips, please. In my, my—”
“Inside your pussy, right?”
Deku makes the cutest fucking noise ever, nodding furiously against Katsuki.
Katsuki tugs Deku’s boxers down. Slides the carrot, being used as nothing but a fucking dildo right now, beneath the fabric and he prods the point of it right at Deku’s slicked-up entrance. Already dripping, wet and ready and fucking open to squeeze a fucking carrot between it’s velvety, warm lips, god fucking damn.
“You want it, baby? Hmn? Wanna fuck yourself on a carrot-stick like a good bunny for me? Yeah?” Katsuki’s own breath is ragged now, he’s panting like he’s in heat himself, feels like a fucking dog with his dick out ready to fucking hump at whatever Deku will offer him. He’s gotta shift Deku back. He gets him against the counter, leans him over the surface of it and finds a better grip on the carrot stick before pushing it into Izuku’s dripping pussy without anymore preamble, no hesitation.
Deku gasps against Katsuki’s mouth once the carrot’s inside of him. And then he’s moaning, fucking loud and unashamed, tears pouring down his cheeks, fast as ever, but steady as he cries. “Hahh, Kacchan, feels, feels so - hnngh, mmh, good, it’s good, Kacchan—”
“Yeah, you like that? Like being fucked by carrot, bunny?” Katsuki pants, rolling his hips against Deku’s fat, freckled thigh for some relief against his rock hard dick in his sweats. He pulls the carrot out of Deku, the vegetable shiny and wet with Deku’s slick, then pushes it right back in. Does it again and again so Deku’s thighs are jerking, so he’s arching his back every time Katsuki thrusts the carrot back inside of him. His ears are fucking vibrating, choked sounds and half-aboted moans are the only thing leaving his sweet lips. It’s hot - it’s so fucking hot that Katsuki’s gasping for air at just the sight. He’s drenched in just as much sweat as Deku, face is probably just as pink, just as flushed as his.
“Look at you, Princess,” Katsuki says, a little mean. He squeezes the top of the carrot hard, feels sweat collecting beneath his palm with how fucking tight his grip is and grits his teeth to keep a handle on the sparking from his Quirk. The fronds of the carrot are long and tickle his wrist and the heel of his palm every time he fucks into Izuku with the rest of the long point. It’s hot. Everything about this is so fucking hot to Katsuki, his dick is twitching inside of his pants. “Gonna cream on a fucking plant. You that desperate, baby? Got that much of a needy cunt? Doesn’t even gotta be a real toy to get you off, sweet thing, does it? You’re dripping all fucking over it. You expecting me to use this for dinner, bunny? Huh?”
Deku gets the way he always gets when he’s feeling good. He can’t say a fucking word, too busy moving his head from one side to the other, fussing over the feel of something driving into his pussy. He’s writhing, rolling his hips in time with the carrot Katsuki’s fucking him with and also arching himself away from the touch. Katsuki holds him in place because he knows Deku wants this, knows that this is how Deku wants his orgasm to his him tonight. With tears in his eyes and making a messy display of his cute, red flushed face, Katsuki uses the hand that’s holding Deku down to tug his pants down, just enough to free his aching cock. It’s stiff, hard as the carrot in his grasp and leaking way too much fucking pre to be normal.
He needs to cum. Fucking hell, he needs to cum all fucking over Deku and his freckled skin.
“Look at that needy cunt, stuffed with a fucking carrot stick,” he says, voice rough, breath ragged as he starts rutting against Deku. The pink, swollen head of his dick bumps against Deku’s flushed thigh, skin sticky with sweat and Katsuki chooses it as his permanent spot to fuck against. He goes to fucking town, grinding against Deku’s leg and driving the carrot harder into his pussy; the force of it with how fucking wet Deku is makes the hottest fucking squelching sounds Katsuki’s ever heard. Deku’s rolling his hips faster, grasping at the counters with his slippery fingertips, hips lifting up from the surface of it and Katsuki groans. “Holy shit, baby. You’re pretty, you’re so fucking pretty, so good letting me fuck you with this? Come on, fucking cum on this carrot for me. Yeah? You gonna cream? Make a pretty little mess for me to lick clean?”
“Gonna—gonna, I, unngh, I—hahh, nnh, nnh!” Deku’s toes are curling, fucking pupils blown and unseeing, lips parted wide for quick pants to get through, almost like he’s hyperventilating or something.
“Come on, baby, come on, come on, almost there, bunny, I’ve got you, come on,” Katsuki encourages with fierce hisses. His hand’s wet with Deku’s juices, the shlick! shlick! shlick! of Deku’s pussy making Katsuki’s balls swell and draw up tighter than they’ve ever fucking done before. Katsuki’s vision’s blurry, he thinks he might’ve gotten sweat in his eyes. He blinks through it, mouth dry, panting heavy and desperate to see Deku come apart. He begs, “Cream for me, baby. Spill all over your carrot, all over me, lemme see it, bunny, c’mon, let me see you. Be good for me, I know you can do it, I know it, I fucking know you can—”
“Kacch—!!” Deku tenses from his fucking shoulders to his toes. His gasp is silent, expression looks like he’s on the verge of sobbing his heart out. And his pussy clenches around the carrot before it shoots out a clear, watery substance in small spurts. He’s fucking squirting. And then high, pathetic little whines are falling from his lips at the ends of his sighs as he convulses, thighs jerking violently, ears going, panting.
“Izuku, fuck, fuuuck,” Katsuki’s orgasm immediately slams through him at the sight of Deku’s own.
His hips jerk forward, dick bumping into Deku’s thigh again and again and before he can really stop himself, the carrot slips from his fingers and he grips himself, aiming is tip at Deku’s entrance before slipping into his slick folds to spill the rest of his seed in Deku’s messy cunt.
Katsuki grits his teeth as his hips twitch, fucking into Deku shallowly, “Fuck, take my cum, bunny. There you go, there’s a good fucking bunny.”
Deku’s fat thighs squish around Katsuki’s waist as he tugs him closer, rolling his hips to take him deeper, eyes still rolling back, chest still heaving.
“Fuck, sweetheart, holy fuck, you’re so fucking good.” Katsuki’s shaking hands run down Deku’s body, between his wet, sticky thighs. “Fucking squirting for me, that’s so damn sexy, Izuku. Feel that good? God, I fucked you dumb, didn’t I, bunny? Look, you’re all fucking stupid now, baby. Can’t say a goddamn word, can you?”
Katsuki’s fighting his way through his own sentences. He’s soaked with Deku’s juices, the used carrot is, too, on the floor near his feet and Deku is still fucking twitching like he’s orgasming, heaving and squeezing all onto Katsuki.
“Kacchan,” Deku slurs, finally goes boneless. "’s good. Mmmn. Love K’cchan. Good t’ me.”
Katsuki’s so fucking enamored in everything Deku - drowning in the smell of his sex and sweat and the feel of his sticky juices and his tears and his voice and his twitches and Deku, Deku, Deku—
That he doesn’t even realize the idiots are still fucking behind him until there’s a thud. Katsuki doesn’t jump, but he startles nonetheless and glances over his shoulder. Kaminari’s on his knees, one hand’s squeezed between his thighs, the other is pressed tight over his mouth. Face blotchy and yellow hair stuck to his cheeks. He’s jerking and Katsuki’s got a good idea why.
Kirishima’s a little less shameless, also on the floor but his back’s resting against the wall of his counter and he’s got his pants unbuttoned, hand down his boxers and chin tilted toward the ceiling as he pants.
Katsuki can’t help but fucking grin, running the tip of his tongue over the top of his front teeth cockily. Looks like they stayed for the fucking show. He’ll let it be a lesson to them should they ever need to fuck the heat out of their bunny boyfriend.
Cause clearly, it happens. Happens a lot.