Hello and welcome to my Tumblr account. I post my fanfic writings in Fanfiction, A03, Inkett, Quotev & Wattpad. Everything is under my user id Thiefoflight68.
I consider myself a girl but use She/They as I am pansexual. I generally write Fanfiction, play Dungeons & Dragons and walk on the beach all the time with my dog listening to music for my fics. I love music and try to put some good songs into my stories to help get the vibe of the scene. I do try to keep characters as canon as possible but I like to change up personalities so that it's not always the same for my readers (and myself). I mainly write MHA at the moment. I've also started doing Fem Reader Inserts and am enjoying those.
It's finally happened - I wrote fanfics that are not MHA!!
Current Fanfic WIPs:
You’re Brighter Than The Sun - Two man beach volleyball requires two men. Izuku’s partner of 6 years is injured and his scholarship is on the line.
His coach has found him the perfect partner, Katsuki Bakugou.
Too bad Izuku hates him.
Left with no choice— can they work it out in time to save Izuku’s scholarship?
My Works:
One Shots -
My Egg Assignment - Fluffy eggshot about class 1A being assigned actual eggs to simulate having a baby to educate them on parenthood... Maybe? Izuku takes the assignment very seriously and notices Kacchan's egg is mysteriously missing.
Waiting for The Ghost King - Fluffy one shot of Xie Lian on Mount Tiacang alone.
Broken Heat - MCU Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson. Omegaverse plot bunny challenge.
A Cowboy in Chaps - A fun Sero x Reader off of my new Western AU Second Chance Ranch (not yet posted).
Taming Of The Crew - Sequel to @succibisblog story 4M/1F Bakusquad GB with fluff (gotta have my fluff) Bakugsqaud x Fem!Reader insert
The New Employee - Reader request for an edgy but soft 6M/1F Bakusquad gangbang with fluff Bakusquad x Fem!Reader
The Drop - Baku/Eijiro x Fem!Reader - A BDSM series Part One
The Scene - Part Two
WIP Third Part - Someday, I promise. It's written but I don't love it and I won't publish what I don't love! SIGH
Kirishima Drives Like A Maniac - Highjacked from I Will Always Love You. Funny one shot - Kirishima x Fem!Reader
What If You Couldn't Sweat Kacchan? - This is a K+ (language) silly one shot for a competition - Baku/Deku
Reaching For Gold - Shoji's Wish - This is a request from a reader for a one shot from Reaching For Gold - Baku/Deku/Shoji Smut
My long Fics -
The Golden Dragon - Katsuki Bakugou stopped believing in the prophecy when he was murdered for the twentieth time— maybe it was the twenty-first. He'd lost count.
Immortality sucked.
And it only got worse
When he was killed the first time he accidentally possessed the poor soul trying to help him. Now they were bound together by an unbreakable cord, trying to keep it from happening again.
Katsuki did it seven more times.
His mom never warned him about this.
Reborn in the modern world, Katsuki is dealing with a houseful of roommates that are at each other’s throats, trying to connect with his missing dragon, all while avoiding a green-eyed human that he can’t seem to shake.
But something happened the last time he died and it has set off a chain of events he can't control, resurrected a prophecy he stopped believing in, and set all of his dragons in the middle of a mafia shakedown.
OR
Two thousand years, eight dragons, one prophecy, and a pumpkin spice latte.
Second Chance Ranch - When life hasn’t gone the way you wanted, shouldn’t you get a second chance? Bakugou found himself trying to get a job to restart after being released from prison but fate had other ideas. A chance meeting brought him to the Midoriya Family Ranch, also known as Second Chance Ranch by the ex-convicts that had made a new life there. But is he the only one needing a second chance? Destiny seems to have brought him here to be the rescuer as much to be rescued.
Bullet Point - Baku/Todo After the loss of their friend and the government revoking their Pro Hero licenses. Several members of the 1A class have become detectives. During their investigation they began unraveling a mystery that may lead them to understanding what happened to their friend or to their own deaths.
I Will Always Love You - Baku/Deku Bakusquad on tour as a professional music band. Super hot Shinso/Ojiro side ship, they about steal the show.
Let's Give Them Something To Talk About - A Small Town Romance- Baku/Deku with side ship of Sero/Kiri
Reaching for Gold - Baku/Deku with side ship of Miro/Sero - Sports Romance
A Succulent Prize (Written in a COVID Fever - so just...) Baku/Deku strange little story - Romance + ? (I adore all my fics but this weird ass story is my low key favorite.)
Open For Business - Baku/Deku - My first and super sweet Romance - Hurt Comfort but a little rambling LOL
The Golden Dragon - Finally posting!! 18 months of work😅😁🐉
Katsuki Bakugou stopped believing in the prophecy when he was murdered for the twentieth time— maybe it was the twenty-first. He'd lost count.
Immortality sucked.
And it only got worse
When he was killed the first time he accidentally possessed the poor soul trying to help him. Now they were bound together by an unbreakable cord, trying to keep it from happening again.
Katsuki did it seven more times.
His mom never warned him about this.
Reborn in the modern world, Katsuki is dealing with a houseful of roommates that are at each other’s throats, trying to connect with his missing dragon, all while avoiding a green-eyed human that he can’t seem to shake.
But something happened the last time he died and it has set off a chain of events he can't control, resurrected a prophecy he stopped believing in, and set all of his dragons in the middle of a mafia shakedown.
OR
Two thousand years, eight dragons, one prophecy, and a pumpkin spice latte.
he just sat down after a long day, head tossed back on the couch, arm tossed over his face. a long sigh leaves his lips, muscles starting to finally relax. his lips twitch upward when he feels your hands on his thighs.
“what’re you doing?” he shifts his arm to look down at you nestled between his legs.
“wanna help you relax.” you pop the button on his pants. “work so hard, sho. lemme help.” you bat your lashes up at him.
“you don’t have to.” he cups your jaw.
“i wanna.” you nod with a smile.
you pull him out of his pants, wasting no time, leaning forward and licking a stripe up from his base to his tip. you lap at his tip, humming as he quickly hardens in your grip. you swirl your tongue around the head, letting your eyes flutter shut when beads of pre leak out.
“baby.” he brushes your hair back.
you pull off of his tip to kiss down the length of him, tongue trailing against every vein it passes. his thighs flex, cheeks already burning as you make your way back to his flushed tip with open mouthed kisses.
“sho.” your warm breath fans across him.
“ye- ahhh.” he can’t stop the sounds as you rub his tip all over your lips, glossing them with his pre. “baby..” his lip wobbles.
“just love sucking on you.” you look up at him with hearts in your eyes.
he doesn’t process a single word with that look on your face as you stare at him while sinking your mouth around him. he’s staring down at you with parted lips, trying his hardest not to jerk his hips into your mouth.
you start moving your head faster, your hand at his base joins in, twisting up his cock when you move up to his tip. your tongue flicks against his slit each time before you sink back down and take him all in.
he can’t stop the low moans falling from his lips as you work him faster. spit and drool pooling at the corner of your lips, your thighs squeezed tight at the act. his hips are moving on their own and you adjust, moving with him, knowing he’s close.
“baby wait, ‘m gonna.. baby- ” you suction around him and his cum is coating your throat the next second. “fuck.” he hisses.
you continue to slowly suck him before pulling off with a lewd pop. you look up at him with a coy smile. “better?” you tilt your head.
“much.” he cups your cheek. “thank you.” his thumb wipes away the spit at the corner of your mouth, groaning as you twist to suck his thumb into your mouth.
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k. bakugo
you knew it was a long day before he even got home. the short, scattered texts throughout the day gave him away. you wait for him in the living room, on your knees, staring at the door. you hear the rattle of his keys in the door before it’s pushed open into the stopper.
“fucking talking to me like- ” he stops when he sees you, shutting the door quickly. “what’re you doing?” he slowly walks over to you.
you part your lips and blink up at him. he grabs your jaw, a little roughly but there’s a hint of softness there. he runs his thumb across your lower lip and your tongue darts out to greet it. he pushes it in your mouth, groaning when you wrap your lips around it.
“you’re fucking perfect.” he pumps his thumb in and out of your mouth. “been waiting here for me?” he pulls it out slowly.
“mhm.” you nod up at him, hands moving up to his thighs. “wanted to help you when you got home.” you pop the button on his pants and he’s pushing them lower the next moment.
he pulls himself out of his pants, stroking himself a couple times as he looks down at you. you look up at him with round eyes, scooting closer, parting your lips waiting. he traces his tip across your lips, groaning when your tongue follows his path.
“open up f’me.” he starts to push his tip past your lips, groaning at the warmth of your mouth. “good girl.” he watches your eyes gloss over.
you let him set his own pace, content to let him use your mouth. you wrap your lips around him, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as he starts thrusting into your mouth. spit dribbles down your chin and tears well in your eyes as he hits the back of your throat.
“look so pretty like this.” he brushes your hair back before tangling his fingers in and guiding you. “fuck baby, look at you.” he pants.
your thighs are squished together, moaning around him, desperate to make him feel good. he’s cursing lowly, tugging at your hair for you to suck him harder. you look up at him and the sight makes you soak through your shorts.
his cheeks are flushed, brows pinched together, lips slightly parted as moans spill out. you can see his stomach flexing and the way his thrusts become erratic tells you he’s close. you take him to the very back of your throat and swallow.
“fuuuck.” he holds you there as he shoots his cum down your throat until you’re sputtering. he pulls you off and you suck in air, blinking up at him dazed. “stand up, baby.” he tugs your hair and helps you up.
“kats.” you pant.
“thank you.” he scoops you up and presses his lips to yours, already walking you to the bedroom.
Pregnant FemReader, come sit with me real quick. Every Katsuki x Reader fic I’ve read has him totally shocked, but honestly? I don’t think so. In my head, he’d catch on before you did. Maybe not instantly, but he’d notice the little changes way before you ever thought to take a test.
Katsuki knew something was off before you did.
Of course he did.
He always noticed everything about you.
It started with the workouts.
You were halfway through your warm-up set, something you could usually breeze through, when your breath staggered a little. Not dramatically. Not enough that anyone else would notice it.
But Katsuki wasn’t “anyone.”
He didn’t say anything. Didn’t even look up fully. Just shifted his weight to glance at you from the corner of his eye, tracking the way your shoulders tensed and your exhale came out shaky.
“You good?” he said, which for him meant: I’ve already decided something’s weird, give me the data.
“I’m fine,” you huffed, wiping your forehead. “Just tired.”
“Tired from what? You just woke up,” he muttered, turning back to his weights. But he dragged a towel toward you with his foot, pretending it was no big deal.
Then came the sweating.
It was literally freezing in the house. He kept it cold on purpose so he could sleep like a damn dragon in a meat locker. But you were sweating through your shirt like you’d run a marathon.
He didn’t comment. Just adjusted the thermostat a few degrees up with a grunt and tossed one of his softer shirts at you.
“You’re burning up,” he said. “Wear that.”
You gave him a sleepy smile and he pretended he didn’t melt. Just grunted again.
The cravings hit next.
You found yourself eating his food. His food. The kind that had a warning label in your mind. He watched you steal a bite of his extra-spicy noodles like you’d reached across the table to kiss a cobra.
“You want more?” he asked slowly.
“Maybe…” you mumbled.
He slid the bowl toward you, suspicious, but quiet. The next day the pantry was stocked with your new favorite spicy snacks, like it had always been that way.
Then the mood shifts, the naps, the tiny sounds of discomfort you tried to hide. He heard everything. Saw everything. Filed it all away.
And then decided.
He didn’t tell you he’d left work an hour early. Didn’t mention the detour to your favorite takeout place or the pharmacy tucked two blocks down. He walked in the door like nothing was unusual.
“Katsuki?” you called from the living room. “You’re home early.”
“So what?” He set the bag on the kitchen counter. “I can’t come home now?”
You peeked over, smiling already. “What’d you bring?”
“Stuff.” He didn’t elaborate. “Sit down.”
He unpacked the food quietly, plating yours first. He even peeled the lid back for you because he knew you always struggled with it and refused to admit it.
You sat across from him, eating like a starving wolf. He didn’t touch his own meal. Just watched you chew, elbows on the table, chin resting on his fist.
You paused. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I’m not staring,” he said immediately. Then continued staring.
When you finished, he let the silence sit for a second before sliding a small box across the table.
A pregnancy test.
You blinked slowly. “…What is this supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means.”
Your hand hovered over the box but didn’t touch it. “Do I look fat? Is that what this is?”
Katsuki sat back and groaned into his palms. “You don’t look fat. Stop talkin’ before you piss me off.”
You scowled. “Then why are you handing me a pregnancy test?”
He lifted his head and looked at you, all sharp lines and soft eyes.
“You’ve been exhausted for weeks,” he started, counting each point on his fingers. “You’re sweating even when it’s freezing. You can’t finish a workout you’ve done a thousand times. You’re hot all the time. Your balance is off. You’re eating my spicy food like it’s nothing. You cry at commercials now. You smell different.”
You flushed. “…I do?”
“Yeah. And your boobs hurt.”
You froze. “…How did you know that?”
“You flinch every time you take your bra off,” he shot back. “I’m not blind.”
You swallowed hard. Your heart was loud. Too loud.
His voice softened. Just barely. “Just take it. Please.”
You did.
And when you came back from the bathroom, the look on your face was all he needed. You didn’t even have to speak. Your hands were shaking.
Katsuki stood instantly.
He crossed the room in two strides, took your hands, looked into your eyes… and exhaled, long and low, like he’d been holding his breath for weeks.
“…Knew it,” he murmured.
You let out a watery laugh. “You’re not even shocked?”
“Why would I be shocked?” he said, pulling you against him and tucking your face into his chest. “You think I wouldn’t notice what’s happening to you? I know you. Better than anybody.”
Your voice trembled. “Are you… happy?”
He squeezed you once, hard. His cheek pressed to your hair.
“I’m happy,” he said quietly. “I’m… really damn happy.”
His thumbs brushed your back. His breath warmed your ear.
“And I’m gonna take care of you. Both of you. So don’t start freaking out on me.”
You laughed into his shirt, and he held you tighter.
Because Katsuki Bakugou had known long before that test ever existed.
He’d known the second your world shifted.
And he adjusted himself, his habits, his entire routine…
because that’s what you do when the person you love is carrying your future.
Writers Note: I’m writing multiple stories rn, bouncing between them, and in the middle of it this pops into my head. I absolutely had to get it out😚
The movie’s been on for twenty minutes, but neither of you has any idea what it’s about. The opening credits are a distant memory, the plot a complete mystery. All your focus is on the heavy, grounding weight of Bakugou settled inside you.
You're curled up on the couch, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped securely around your middle. His chin rests on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. But the real connection is lower, deeper. He’s buried to the hilt, a perfect, thick stretch that’s not about chasing an orgasm, but about a quiet, overwhelming sense of rightness. It’s your favorite kind of intimacy, a silent acknowledgment that you belong to each other, body and soul.
He shifts his hips slightly, a minute movement that makes you gasp softly. It’s not a thrust, just a settling, a reminder. His lips brush against the shell of your ear.
"You feel so fucking good," he murmurs, his voice a low, needy rasp that’s completely different from his usual explosive tone. "So tight and hot around me. Just... holding me. Fuck, I love this."
You clench around him involuntarily, a silent plea for more, and he groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. One of his hands slides down from your stomach, his fingers splaying wide over your lower belly, right above where you're joined.
"Shit, don't do that," he grumbles, but there's no heat in it. "Makes me wanna move. Wanna fuck you into this couch until you can't walk."
You turn your head just enough to catch his eye, your own gaze hazy with need. You rock your hips back against him in a tiny, deliberate circle. A challenge.
His red eyes darken, a flicker of that familiar competitive fire igniting in their depths. "Brat," he whispers, but his hand on your belly presses down, holding you still as he grinds up into you, a slow, deep roll that has your toes curling. "You want it too, huh? Can feel you fluttering around me. So greedy."
He nips at your shoulder, a sharp little bite that makes you whimper. "Wanna be full of me, always. Is that it? My needy baby can't even get through a movie without my cock splitting her open."
The words are filthy, but his touch is tender. He’s not just fucking you with his body; he’s fucking with your head, laying claim to every part of you. He shifts again, sliding a little deeper, and the new angle makes your breath hitch.
"Stay still," he commands, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Just for a minute. Let me feel you. Let me remember this." He presses his forehead against your temple, his breath coming a little faster now. "This is mine. All of you. This pretty pussy is mine to hold, to fuck, to warm myself in. Say it."
"Yours," you breathe out, the word barely a whisper.
"Damn right," he growls, his grip tightening possessively. The movie on the screen continues to play, forgotten, a backdrop to the needy, desperate symphony playing out between your bodies. The neediness isn't a distraction; it's the whole point. A silent agreement that this, right here, is better than any film.
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Bakugou always said your sticky notes were “immature.”
Every time you slid one onto the corner of his notebook during class—usually a doodle of him with angry eyebrows, or a tiny “good luck on the quiz >:3” he’d scowl, crumple it halfway, and hiss, “Quit it, stupid. We’re in class.”
But he never threw a single one away.
You didn’t know that part.
To you, he acted exactly the same, rolling his eyes, shoving the note into his pocket, muttering under his breath as if the whole world was conspiring to distract him. And yet, you still passed him another sticky note the next day. And the next. And the next.
One rainy afternoon, you rushed back into the classroom to grab your water bottle… and froze.
Bakugou was still there, alone, rummaging through his bag. You were about to greet him when something slipped out of his notebook and fluttered to the floor.
A familiar peach-colored sticky note.
Your handwriting.
You blinked. Then you noticed another one sticking out of a different folder. And another tucked into the front pocket of his backpack. And a tiny stack, carefully pressed flat peeking inside his pencil case.
He looked up, eyes widening slightly when he realized you’d seen.
“…The hell are you staring at?” he snapped, cheeks warming just a bit too fast.
“You kept them?” you whispered.
Bakugou clicked his tongue. “They’re mine, aren’t they? Why would I throw them away?”
“You said they were immature.”
“They are,” he grumbled, grabbing his notebook a little too defensively. “But—” He hesitated, scowl softening. “They… help me focus. Or whatever. So shut up.”
You smiled, heart melting. “So you like them.”
“Don’t push it,” he growled, but he didn’t look away.
Before leaving, you tore a fresh sticky note from your pad. You doodled a tiny Bakugou with little spark explosions around him and stuck it right on the front of his notebook.
This time, he didn’t complain.
He just looked at it… then at you… and muttered,
“…Thanks.”
And when he thought you had left the room, he lifted the sticky note and tucked it carefully with the others.
Alright, I know I'm diehard MHA but right behind that I am die hard good smut!!
Ran across this story on A03 and ----
Just wish I could write like this!! Hot af, ngl. This writer took this story in a direction I never saw coming... and pulled it off brialliantly - with a lot of great REALISTIC BDSM scenes.
Terminal Curiosity is the first of 8 chapters. If you like, don't forget to give that kudo 💖 It's the life blood of us authors!!
self indulgent horny brainrot. i'm coping w period cramps and i need him terribly. minors dni or you will be blocked
dabi is unfairly quiet. silent. sneaky.
unfair that when he is home, he's the loudest motherfucker in existence. doors close so heavily, boots echo in the hallway… he's loud. he makes it known when he's home.
however, in the quiet of the night, somehow he was able to slip in undetected. he wasn't planning on sneaking in, hell there really was no reason for him to sneak in completely silent like he did.
but the scene playing out on top of your shared bed was enough for him to stay quiet.
here he was, thinking he'd come home from recon mission with the league, be able to curl up next to you and maybe watch a movie for the night. he was feeling lazy. order take-out and just veg for the night. apparently, you had other plans.
for some reason, keeping the bedroom door open. lying on top of the sheets, bare to world that in contained to the four walls of the room except for a ratty old t-shirt of his, and a toy between your thighs. if it weren't for the bedroom door being open, he'd assumed you couldn't wait for him to get back tonight and decided to get yourself off on your own.
no, apparently you wanted to give him a show.
and hell, he'll admit it was a show. the lewd way you'd grab at your tits underneath the fabric of his shirt, how your back would arch off of the bed-- the soft and breathless pants leaving those sweet lips of yours. he's almost upset that your eyes weren't open to catch how he paused in the doorway at the sight of you.
and now, he's too enraptured by the scene that he can't even bring attention to himself. he's crossed the threshold of the room, one hand in his pocket and the other covering his mouth ever so slightly. as if to muffle his breathing-- which definitely gets heavier when he hears his name drip off your tongue.
he has to bite down on his knuckle as he watches you. you know your body-- but dabi has some sort of sick satisfaction in the knowledge that he knows it even better than you do. he watches you as you move the toy around your swollen, puffy folds-- the toy glistens and drips from your arousal-- but you're clearly not hitting the right spots.
spots he knows he can reach. spots that he's memorized the location of. it's probably been so long that you've been on your own getting yourself off that you've probably forgotten those spots.
he can tell you're getting frustrated. little huffs and whines leave your lips every so often-- it causes a fire to start low in his gut. he's moving before he can even think, sliding inbetween your spread legs and dipping his head between your thighs almost immediately.
you jump almost six feet in the air at the contact, your hand almost dropping the toy and pushing at the warmth that suddenly appears between your legs. his lips barely graze along your folds as he speaks, "no, no-- keep going."
"when did you get home?" you question him, your voice breathless from the almost thirty minutes of struggling to get yourself off. "you didn't even make any noise--"
"i said keep going."
heat pools in your gut. a different kind of heat-- the kind only he can create. your imagination could only do so much, and hearing the real thing is always better.
your fingers shake as they curl around the toy again, sliding it along the opening of your cunt and dabi watches with hungry eyes. his hands are warm on your thighs, spreading you even further, leaving you so much more open than you were previously. you can feel his ragged breathing against your folds, hot and heavy.
he watches you tease yourself, slowly inserting and pleasuring-- but he can tell you're not as eager as you were before. almost like you were shy-- embarrassed or something. he barely hides the click of his tongue before his fingers wrap around yours and he begins to guide your movements.
you swallow hard, feeling that familiar burn in your tummy and the coil beginning to tighten. your head falls back against the sheets with a whimper of his name and dabi watches it all with lidded eyes.
"c'mon, pretty," he murmurs, low and rough. "like this, yeah?" he nudges the toy to a certain spot and your spine creates a delicious arch that he used to seeing. you try to pull your hand away from the toy, but he doesn't let you. his fingers tighten around yours so you can feel how you practically drip all over the toy and down both of your hands.
he practically coos as your thighs tremble-- a telltale sign that your orgasm is building. "that's my girl," he mumbles, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he watches the toy disappear into you with each stroke and movement. his free hand moves to your hip, blunt fingernails digging into the skin.
your hips roll and grind into the toy, finally able to let go of it so you can slide your fingers into the dark locks. your fingers curl around the strands and you tug, a gasp leaves your lips as the toy is quickly replaced by two slender fingers that curve immediately to the spot that has you seeing stars.
his tongue is warm and wet on your clit, circling in deliberate motions as his fingers pump in and out. you thighs are practically shaking around his head, your cries of his name are drowning out the lewd and wet noises that he's pulling from your cunt.
just when you're about to free fall over the edge, dabi's mouth connects with your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub and sucking hard.
you cum so hard you're pretty sure you're crying. panting and trembling, your hands are limp in his hair as you melt into the mattress, barely registering when dabi climbs up the bed to hover of you, his lips slick and smug. he waits for the haze to dissipate from your eyes before he props himself up above you, a hand next to your head and the other on your waist, his thumb stroking your trembling skin soothingly. "feel better?"
"i'm putting a bell on you."
dabi snorts, but he doesn't reply. instead, his head dips down and attaches to the skin of your throat, smirking when you gasp. yeah, like that will ever happen.
Midoriya x Bakugou - A spicy scene with our cowboy couple from my long fic. Another Izuku Top / Katsuki Bottom (Title has the link!)
Finishing this story this week!
🤠❤️🔥🤠❤️🔥🤠❤️🔥🤠❤️🔥🤠❤️🔥
Staring at his muscled back, Izuku felt himself getting hard.
“Oi.” Kacchan pushed up against him.
“Caught me,” Izuku kissed his soapy shoulder.
“You get hard watching me cook.” He tipped his head back for him.
“I do.” Izuku laughed softly as he rinsed the suds from his spikes. “It’s this sexy dad hair making me hot.”
“Right,” he drawled sarcastically and Izuku could practically hear him rolling his eyes.
Just as he squirted out some conditioner, Kacchan spun around and straddled him awkwardly. Bubbles streamed down his body. “No conditioner.” He pinned him down in the tub.
Rubbing the offending stuff in his hands, Izuku splatted it against his chest and smeared it over his skin, his fingers finding his nipples. Seeing Kacchan’s face tighten in anticipation. He pinched them, thumbing the nubs until they grew taut.
“Great…” he growled but his voice was strained with desire. “My chest hair is gonna smell like coconuts.”
“You seem to like it when I play with your nipples.”
“Well,” Kacchan smiled wickedly, “I like it when you lick them too.”
Grabbing the sprayer, Izuku flipped on the water, hitting his chest to rinse off the conditioner. Water splashed everywhere as he tried to clean him off.
“Stop!” Kacchan laughed, sputtering as the sprayer deluged them both. Leaning closer, Izuku latched onto one nipple and bit gently, Kacchan’s fingers curled into his shoulders, digging deep into his muscle.
“You like that, huh?” He bit him again and sucked until the nub was so tight his skin wrinkled taut around it.
“I do,” Kacchan drew in a sharp breath and scooted closer. Sitting up higher, he whined as Izuku dragged his teeth from his escaping nipple. Then he settled back down so that Izuku’s cock slid between his ass cheeks.
It felt fucking amazing.
Glancing up, Izuku could see his red eyes were lit up, blazing hotter than a wildfire. “Watch it there,” he gripped his hips and thrust upwards. “I’ll want to fuck you.”
Kacchan began to swing his hips so that his dick slid up and down the valley of his ass. His tight ring puckering every time the head of his cock touched.
“Kacchan,” he gritted out. “You’re going too far.”
“Am I?” His voice was low and guttural, his own cock hard enough that it was hitting Izuku’s stomach everytime he pushed his hips forward. Kacchan bent down and gently kissed his neck, whispering with each warm touch. “Maybe I do want to find out how it feels to ride you… Freckles.” Licking the shell of his ear, he chuckled deep, “is this why you like cowboys?” He pushed down on the tip of his cock at just the right moment so that it pierced his asshole. Hissing, he stopped.
“No lube,” Izuku froze, holding himself back from thrusting further, which was already fucking impossible since Kacchan’s body was clenching maddeningly around the tip of his cock.
“I… thought… with the water.” He choked out but then moved, ever so slightly, trying to work more of his dick inside.
“I have lube,” Izuku offerred half-heartedly. If Kacchan was going to try to fuck him dry, he was more than willing considering the feel of his ass without lube was incredible. The way his skin caught and twisted slightly with every movement was like a rough handjob that was perfectly fitted around his dick.
“This feels so… fucking good,” Kacchan grunted while wiggling down a bit more, his chest finally coming in line with Izuku’s mouth.
“You like this?” He was surprised, it had to hurt without lube, but his face was scrunched in determination, his teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip.
He was a beautiful sight.
Kissing his chest, Izuku sucked on his nipple, cupping his balls at the same time to tug them forward. A heavy grunt sounded as Kacchan slid down a bit more, groaning and hissing with every inch. Izuku bit on his nipple which added more emphasis to his groan. “I love the sounds you’re making,” he looked up to see Kacchan’s face pinched tighter as he tried to take him all the way to the hilt. Fondling his balls, he moved up to his thick cock and began to stroke him.
“Fu…ck,” Kacchan gasped and slid the remaining way down. He panted, gripping him tightly.
“Well done cowboy,” Izuku stroked him, relishing in the feel of his tight ass.
“I - I’m not sure I can move.”
“Then don’t.” Izuku kissed him, tracing his full lips with his tongue. “Just grind on me.” Settling one hand on his hip to guide his movements, he showed him. “Find your sweet spot and rock on me.” As much as he wanted to thrust, Izuku stayed still. If this was going to get him more of Kacchan’s ass, he would die before cumming.
“O-Okay.” He began to move hesitantly at first, slowly moving his hips sideways and then back and forth. Izuku knew when he found it. His whole body tightened and he shot straight up. Izuku gasped as the friction of his movement on his dick almost sent him over the edge.
“Ahhh! Shit,” Kacchan took several deep breaths then eased himself back down. He began to move again, looking for the same place, breathing out a low moan when he found the right spot.
“That’s it,” Izuku encouraged him. His glistening skin turned fiery red and his hands had a death hold on his shoulders as he continued to grind down, jerking and moaning each time he angled himself correctly. Watching him, Izuku reminded himself to laugh later when he didn’t need every ounce of concentration not to cum. Kacchan’s ass was like a damn cocksleeve that was squeezing in a perfect rhythm and he was about to lose his mind.
“You look like you’re feeling good,” Kacchan’s voice was raspy.
“You, don’t even know,” Izuku gasped out, struggling to hold back. “This… is incredible.”
“Yeah, I do,” he grinned goofily, then ground down again, hitting his spot and letting out a longer moan. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Kiss me,” Izuku needed to thrust so badly, he was desperate for something to distract him. Then, Kacchan’s mouth was on him. Hot and wet, his tongue igniting every nerve from his mouth to his dick.
This was what he needed.
Izuku sucked hard, getting out his frustrations from not being able to fuck him with every stroke of his tongue. Kacchan was gasping and letting out small yelps between kisses but Izuku couldn’t stop. He’d never wanted to move so badly in his life.
And then finally… as Kacchan ground down hard again, his ass clenched and his balls bulged under his hand. Throwing his head back, his moan echoed in the small space as his cock jerked with the spasm of his release.
Not waiting, Izuku grabbed his hips and thrust, he was so close that he only needed a few times.
“FUCK!” Kacchan writhed under his hands, hips still stuttering as cum flowed from his cock.
“Hold on…” Izuku thrust again, the friction in his ass was beyond anything he’d felt. His warm skin was barely slick and his cock dragged along his warm walls as he slammed deep inside of him. Kacchan was growling loudly, but not fighting him anymore.
He thrust one last time and the tension snapped, his muscles jerking from the intensity of pleasure that shot through him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, Izuku dragged him down to kiss him fiercely as he rode out his orgasm. Sighing, as he came down from his high, he let go and leaned against his shoulder.
“Crap,” Kacchan wriggled his hips.
“Sorry,” Izuku clutched his face and kissed him gently. His lips were already swelling from his earlier attack. “Did that hurt?” He could hear him hum, a low rumbling that sounded from his chest, more of a vibration than anything. Pulling back Izuku couldn’t tell if he was laughing or angry. “Are you… purring?” It was the only sound that he could think of that came close.
“I dunno anything right now.” He slumped all the way against him. “That was… mind blowing,”
Izuku laughed and hugged him as he nuzzled against his chest still rumbling softly. Thankfully the water had cooled a bit because Izuku felt like he’d hiked Ridge valley straight up the cliff side. His heart was beating so hard, he was sure it was going to pop.
“Fuck, I’d never thought about lube that much…” Kacchan mumbled.
“It does make it easier… and safer. I should’ve made us get it.”
“No,” he rasped.
“No?”
Lifting his head, his red eyes were cooler now, the fiery light dimmed. “I always did like things a little on the rough side,” he breathed huskily.
“Have I been too gentle on you?” That shot lust straight into his veins like a load of opium. Izuku’s cock sucked up the drug happily and used it to revive.
“Oi, don’t get hard again.”
“It might feel good this time, you have cum in your ass.” Izuku paused and then laughed, “or is that the problem?”
Grumbling, Kacchan managed to push himself off of his body and with a lot of slipping and sliding, turned himself around and fell back into his chest, his wet hair plastered itself to Izuku’s cheek. “Heat up the water.”
“I think it’s time to get out.”
“Just a bit.”
Izuku rubbed his shoulder muscles which felt looser under his fingers. “You get anymore relaxed and you’ll slip down the drain.”
“I don’t wanna move though and it's cold.”
Planting his hands on the tub, Izuku managed to stand up behind him and slowly get out, careful to step on the mats instead of the slick tile. “I’ll help you.” Holding out his hand he waited for him to take it.
He eyed his half-hard dick. “If I get out, we’re gonna fuck again.”
Laughing, Izuku reached down and pulled the plug out of the tub. Slapping his face playfully, he smiled, “is that so bad?”
“No and that’s the fucking problem.” He clambered out of the bath. Grabbing him in a bear hug, Kacchan bit his shoulder and growled low. “I really want to.”
“Fuck,” Izuku almost came. Lifting him up, he swung him around and started walking awkwardly towards the hall.
“Oi! Put me down.”
“I can’t, I swear I’m going to cum just looking at you.”
“I’d rather you save your strength… and fuck me… against the wall like you did in the hotel our first time.”
Izuku dropped him. “Dammit,” he closed his eyes and leaned on the door for support. His balls tightened at the memory. Don’t cum… Don’t cum. He chanted to himself.
Kacchan chuckled. “Having trouble?” He cupped his balls, snickering.
“Only because of you.” Grasping his wrist tightly, Izuku spun him around and held his arm behind his back.
“Ow!” Kacchan protested, then laughed.
Slapping his ass, Izuku preferred Kacchan’s more irritated growl that he let out next as he tried to pull away. Not letting him go, he pushed him into the bedroom and shoved his face onto the bed, holding his head down.
Leaning over, Izuku kissed his shoulder and let him turn his head slightly. “If it’s too much let me know.” The blush that raced up his neck was all the answer he needed. Sliding his hand around, he felt his cock was rock hard. Running his fingers up his shaft, he ran his fingers with a feather light touch over the crown of his dick.
Kacchan wiggled and moaned into the comforter. “Fuck me!” His muffled voice was dripping with need, just like his cock.
“You do like it rough,” Izuku smirked. Yanking Kacchan’s hips up and kicking his legs open. His asshole glistened with water or cum, whatever it was, any restraint Izuku had left was gone and he thrust into him.
Kacchan’s loud moans were like gasoline on a fire. Using long deep strokes Izuku pounded him. His body jerked and flinched each time he drove into him. “This is the best position to hit your prostate.” Izuku grinned as he slapped his meaty ass, hard.
“Fuck,” Kacchan gasped and started to push off the bed.
Pinning his head down, Izuku thrust into him so deep his balls almost followed his dick into his ass. Kacchan started shaking and the feral sound that finally escaped from him as he came was Izuku’s end. He came so hard, his legs practically buckled under him from the intensity. Trying to catch his breath he gently traced the prominent red handprint on his skin as felt his cock lose its strength and slip from his ass.
Kacchan went limp on the bed and turned his head, giving him a tired pout. “That’s why I wanted to stay in the bath.” Crawling up on the bed further, he collapsed. “I swear I never knew being fucked could feel so good.”
“I’m happy to remind you anytime you forget,” Izuku grabbed the towel he’d dropped on the floor and tossed it to him. “I’m gonna clean up.” Kacchan just groaned and sprawled out naked on his stomach. Leaning over Izuku slapped his ass again. There was something about his butt.
“Stop,” he peered at him. “Remember, I’m not your-”
“I know,” Izuku cut him off and squeezed his ass. “I promise Kacchan, you're not my bitch but you are my cowboy.”
His deep chuckle was absorbed by the comforter.
Cleaning up himself first, he helped Kacchan next and then crawled under the covers to wrap them both up tightly. Leaning into his chest, he laughed at the smell of coconuts.
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing.” Curling into him, Izuku couldn’t think of anything that could make his life better.
I heard that some schools give students eggs to simulate having a baby to avoid teen parenthood... I immediately imagined class 1A with eggs. A fluffy eggshot that's just silly.
Tags - Light Cussing, discussion of teens with babies, Katsuki Bakugou is gay
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"Kacchan?" Izuku sat down on the couch in the main community room and carefully nestled his bag on his lap.
"Mmmm," he didn't look up from his phone.
"Where's your egg?"
"Egg?" He echoed, clearly concentrating on something else.
"For health class?" Izuku hit his shoulder.
"Oi!" He finally looked up. "What's your problem?"
"No problem, except," he looked around Kacchan's body. "Where's your egg?"
A cocky smile split his face, and he eyed the bundle in his lap with disdain. "Somewhere safe."
"But! You can't!" Izuku reached into his backpack one-handed, keeping the other one on his own egg. He managed to finally tug the assignment he'd printed out earlier, and shoved it towards him.
"What's that?" Bakugou leaned over to look at it, and then snorted loudly. Chuckling, he focused on his phone.
"Kacchan!" Izuku shook the paper. "The rules say you can't ever leave your egg!"
"I know, I know," he pushed him away. "And you fail if it breaks."
"Right!" Izuku clutched the little egg in his lap. "It's supposed to be your baby."
"In the event I get some guy pregnant?" His lips twitched upwards. "They are aware of biology, right?"
"I don't think that matters," Izuku protested lamely, shifting uncomfortably at the sudden flutter of warmth that rippled through him at that statement.
Bakugou grunted and went back to looking at his phone.
"Hey Midoriya, Bakugou."
Barely lifting his head as Kirishima ran up towards them, Bakugou ignored him.
"Hey Kiri," Izuku smiled and waved.
"Check it out," the big red-head grinned and pointed to a strange contraption strapped to his chest.
"What's that?" Izuku squinted at what looked like... "Wait, is that your face mask?"
"YES!!" He laughed and twisted around showing off his... whatever. "See, I strapped my belts around my back and then ran 'em through my mouthpiece to ride here on my chest." He tapped the weird thing hanging off him proudly. "Then, I hooked my sweat sock on the points to make an egg hammock," he rolled the sock down and peered inside. "See, all snug as a bug."
"Your egg is in there?" Izuku blinked trying to decide if Kiri had lost his mind. "Aren't you afraid it'll get jostled or hit?"
"My egg?" Kiri scoffed and waved at him dismissively. "LK takes after dad." He bragged.
"LK?"
"My nickname for the egg, Lil' Kiri."
Oh, you named it?"
"Hell yeah," he frowned, "didn't you?"
Izuku looked down at the bag in his lap feeling a rush of heat flush his cheeks. "No."
"Bullshit," Bakugou finally looked up from his phone. "You only make that stupid face when you're lying. You totally named it."
"Whaddya name it?" Kiri covered his egg carefully with his sock again.
"Yeah," Bakugou teased. "What'd you name it?"
"I - I... um, I didn't." Izuku stared down at the egg, trying to hide his face.
"Maybe name it, um, Whippy?" Kiri suggested thoughtfully.
"How about Dippy," Bakugou chuckled.
"Kacchan," Izuku huffed.
"I think Whippy is better," Kiri laughed. "Either way, want me to help you make something like this?"
"I'm fine," Izuku held up his velvet green bag. "I think this is the safest place."
"Hell no!" Kiri yelled, then his eyes grew wide, and he slapped his hand over his mouth. "Sorry LK," he whispered.
Bakugou clicked his tongue loudly and put down his phone.
Kiri grinned wide at him. "Pretty neat, huh? Are you impressed?"
"Only with the incredible amount of stupidity that spews from that brain of yours, Shitty Hair."
"That's completely uncalled for," Kiri huffed.
Bakugou stared at Kirishima for a moment. "What?"
Placing his fingers delicately on either side of his sweat sock, Kiri squared his shoulders. "I won't expose LK to any derogatory or inflammatory comments." Spinning on his heel, he marched off.
"What the hell was that?"
Izuku lifted the paper, "part of the-"
"Deku," He side eyed him menacingly. "Put that shit away."
Izuku could feel his cheeks growing hotter. "Kacchan..."
"If you tell me not to cuss around your egg... I swear to all that is-" He stopped abruptly and growled low.
Wrapping his hands around his egg to block their conversation, Izuku lifted his chin. "Don't cuss around my egg, Kacchan." The blonde's face turned practically purple before he went back to stare at his phone.
Sitting quietly, Izuku waited until his face returned to a normal color. "Kacchan?"
"Deku?"
"Where's your egg?"
"In preschool." He deadpanned, still scrolling.
"Really? Is that an approved-" Izuku looked at the sheet.
"Not on the assignment."
"But-"
"Look," he put down his phone. "Ever meet my mom.
"Uh... yeah," Izuku cringed involuntarily.
"Yeah, thought so," he went back to scrolling.
"What is preschool for an egg? And how does it apply to your mom?"
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he clicked off his phone and tossed it onto the couch next to him. Turning he locked eyes with Izuku, whose heart skipped at least one... maybe two beats. "Deku," he quipped sarcastically. "From the beginning, I worried about the social ramifications of raising an egg in an uncontrolled environment such as UA." He tilted his head towards the direction Kirishima had disappeared. "Take Shitty Hair for example." Bakugou mused. "If my egg were exposed to such idiocy." He pointed to Izuku's egg still in his hands. "What chances does it have for normal development, let alone social interaction in the future."
"What?"
"Shitty Hair," he pointed down the hall. "Your egg," he gestured towards his lap. "It soaked that idiocy into its little embryo... what chances does it have to grow into a happy, healthy egg now?"
Izuku glanced at his egg. "Uhh.."
"Don't answer that," Bakugou clicked his tongue. "Now, your desire to conform to societal rules," he tapped the paper, "has already caused..." he paused. "No name?"
"Well-"
"Right," he shook his head disappointed. "No name. Anyhow, your compulsion to adhere to strict rules and regulations has already crippled No Name's chances to lead a normal life."
"That's... that's not the assignment," Izuku lifted the paper.
Ripping it from his hands, Bakugou crumpled it and tossed it over his shoulder. "So, according to you, what I'm supposed to be learning in this class is that the basics of raising a child is, don't ever leave it alone or let it crack. Right?"
"No... that's just the assignment."
"Deku, seriously?" He picked up his phone. "I expected more of you."
"Kacchan!" Izuku snapped. "The assignment was to take the egg with you everywhere you go, to simulate having a baby!"
"Why are there preschool centers?"
"What's that have to do with anything?" Izuku threw his hands up in frustration.
"Preschool is a place to nurture and grow a baby egg with other baby eggs."
"Kacchan," Izuku rolled his eyes.
"Hear me out." He put down his phone again. "Your egg is in a dark bag with a helicopter parent afraid of even the slightest of movement, fearing shell busting for No Name on a constant basis." He laughed harshly. "That's gonna screw with its little head for the rest of its life. You do know that anxiety is one of the greatest health hazards for our generation."
"Kacchan, you're just trying to skip out on doing the assignment!"
"And you're being brainwashed into believing that you're incapable of making good decisions for your own egg. I know I'd be a shit parent. I'm just being realistic."
Jumping to his feet, Izuku snuggled his egg in his arms. "I have to go if you're going to continue cussing."
"Because clearly that's a sign of being a bad parent." Bakugou clicked his tongue again. "Nerd, maybe you should consider other options for your egg."
"I just want to pass the damn class Kacchan!" Izuku inhaled sharply and blushed furiously. Stomping off, he headed towards his room.
"Hold up! Deku!"
Spinning around, he saw him trotting towards him. "I'm just fuc- um..." he made a face. "Messing with you."
"Thanks, I guess." Izuku tilted his head. "Seriously, where's your egg?"
"In preschool, with eleven other eggs," he thumbed over his back.
"In the KITCHEN!" Izuku practically screeched.
Shoving his fingers in his ears playfully, Bakugou gave him a cocky grin. "Safest place for an egg."
"What if someone uses it for cooking?"
"Well Shhhhh-," he glanced down at Izuku's egg. "Shoot... I did a lot of research on the best egg preschool, and I chose the student kitchen."
"We have a kitchen?"
"Eggggsactly," Bakugou smiled at his pun. "Not only does no one even realize it exists, only Sato cooks, and for some stupid reason he does it in his room."
"There's really a student kitchen?" Izuku looked past him through the community room. He thought he knew everything about their building.
"It's in the back, they used it as part of the cafeteria but with all the security changes, it's only for students now."
Izuku stared at him looking for the cocky smile or something that he was pulling his leg. "You're serious?"
"Oi", Bakugou pointed to his egg. "Your ingraining serious trust issues into No Name."
Izuku clamped his lips together tight, but he could feel heat infusing his face all the way to his hairline.
Bakugou smirked. "You look like a Christmas tree," he reached out and flicked his forehead gently.
"And - And you're going to fail health class," Izuku sputtered back. "I think you already broke your egg, and this is some ploy to get mine."
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he narrowed his eyes and stared at him.
"What?" Izuku stepped back warily, he'd been guessing, but now he wondered if he was right.
Shrugging one shoulder towards the kitchen, Bakugou turned. "C'mon."
"Where?"
"The kitchen, Nerd, where else." He peered over his shoulder. "I think it's 'bring a guest day' today at preschool. No Name can come and meet all the other eggs."
Izuku let out an incredulous snort, but he was already walking through the community area into the dining hall. Looking at the elevators Izuku debated what to do, but he was curious now and he ran to catch up.
Slamming open the double doors, Bakugou stopped at a large commercial refrigerator that stood in the back of a roomy kitchen.
Looking around, Izuku gaped at the space he'd never seen before. "This is incredible, I can't believe no one told us about this!"
"They did." Bakugou was bent over, looking through the shelves.
"They did?"
"Yeah, Present Mic mentioned it about two months ago during announcements."
"And you listened to him?" Izuku asked incredulously.
"Ha ha," Bakugou glared at him from under his arm. "I may not write down every scrap of useless information that passes through my brain," he snarked pointedly, "but I do pay attention." He clicked his tongue as he looked back into the refrigerator.
"I didn't mean-"
"Yes, you did."
"I meant... that no one does." Izuku shuffled closer, juggling his egg carefully between his hands.
"Well, that would make sense why no one knows about this place... Here we go." Pulling out a carton of eggs, he froze, weighing it in his hands, his face went white. "Shit," he muttered and quickly opened the lid revealing only three eggs.
Scooting closer, Izuku frowned. "Which one has Aizawa's mark?"
Quickly spinning the three eggs, Bakugou shut the lid. "None of them."
"Hey guys," Denki popped into the door carrying a plate. Going to the sink, Bakugou watched clearly horrified as he rinsed his dishes and put them into the dishwasher. Strolling over, Denki propped his hip on the counter by the fridge. "What's up?"
"What're you doing here?" Bakugou snapped.
Izuku sniffed and noticed the aroma of food permeating the air that he hadn't smelled when they'd come in earlier.
"Hey," Denki crossed his arms, "it's a student kitchen. I can be here as much as you."
"What..." Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath. "What they hell were you eating?"
"Omurice," he burped and patted his stomach. "There was some leftover fried rice and eggs, so I..." his voice trailed off as Bakugou lifted his hands, sparks starting to pop off his skin. "WAIT!" He stumbled back, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He jerked his hands up, getting ready to fire back.
"STOP!" Izuku jumped between the two of them.
"I don't care if I fry you, Deku!" He yelled, not moving his hands. "Fucking Sparky ate my egg!!"
"Don't!" Izuku closed his eyes and held up his egg as a shield. "If you do that, you'll hurt baby Eggchan!"
Nothing happened.
Opening his eyes slowly, Bakugou was staring at him, his brow furrowed so deeply his forehead scrunched up on itself.
"I'm outta here!!" Denki ducked around Izuku and dashed for the door.
The kitchen grew quiet.
Izuku lowered his egg and bit his lip. "Do... do you like the name I chose?" He played with the drawstring on his bag. "I thought about Kazuki too. But I decided on Eggchan."
"Eggchan?"
"Mmmm hmmm."
"Named after anyone I know?" He teased, putting the egg carton back in the fridge and stepped closer.
"M-Maybe?" Izuku's voice hitched.
"Can I see?"
"Oh, sure," Izuku shrugged, feeling slightly off-kilter with him so close and being, well, not Kacchan-like. Opening the bag, he pulled out the egg he'd been protecting.
"Eggchan," Bakugou repeated as if playing with the name on his lips.
"Um, so I guess you're gonna fail health?" Izuku put his egg back in and peeked up. His eyes were smoldering a rich red. "That means summer school... right?" He swallowed hard.
Reaching forward Bakugou put his arm around him and tapped Eggchan's bag. "Do you know the statistical analysis of single-parent households?"
"Statistical... what?"
"Well, technically, you come from a single-parent household. Was it tough on you and your mom?"
"Oh... well, sure." Izuku frowned. "I guess there were times that weren't easy."
"Exactly, eggs from single-parent households have trouble with confidence and expressing themselves. I'd hate for Eggchan to go through that."
Izuku tipped his head and let out a soft laugh, catching on. "What are you proposing, Kacchan?" He quipped sarcastically.
"If we're simulating a real-life situation, then you would've let me know about Eggchan at some point and I'm not a complete loser. I'd chip in, help with my little egg."
"You - You would?" Izuku cleared his throat, this was too much for him. "You're still doing summer class-"
"I'd rather not," he interrupted. "If I remember, I promised to train with you?"
"You did not. I asked but you said no."
"I did?" He sighed and started to walk them both back towards the community room. "I imagine I might be able to find time, at least if I am the baby egg daddy."
"Kacchan..."
"Deku..."
"I don't think-"
"Stop thinking in front of Eggchan, you might rub off," he ruffled his hair.
"Well, I think Eggchan takes after me anyway."
"Bull-oney," he finished and chuckled. "Totally looks like me.:
Western AU. First sex scene that I have ever written with Bakugou as the bottom. Boys got out of town to a seaside town where they first met.
Was fun 😘
Warning: Sexual content, M/M pairing, Adult only 18+
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The roar of the ocean was loud tonight, the pounding waves echoed off the cliff walls. Opening the slider, Katsuki stepped out on the balcony. The air was even colder now that the wind had picked up. Hunching over he debated going in to get his jacket, but decided it felt nice. Leaning on the balcony railing he tried to see into the darkness of the ocean, he could hear Freckles moving around the room behind him. It was eerie to remember that first night here.
That night he’d walked out the hotel door thinking he’d never see him again. Now he was back, and they were… Katsuki looked up at the dark sky.
What were they?
He poked his head into the room. “Hey Freckles?” He was washing up in the bathroom.
“Yeah?” Toweling off his face, he looked up.
“What are we?”
Walking out into the room, he gave him a strange look. “Humans?”
“No,” Katsuki laughed and shook his head. “You and me? I guess we’re boyfriends?”
Freckles gave him an ear-splitting grin. “I like that,” he sauntered across the room to stop directly in front of him. Flipping the towel behind Kacchan’s neck, he tugged on him until their mouths met.
“I really like this,” Katsuki teased his tongue with his own. The tangy spice lingered in his mouth from the ribs as he nipped his bottom lip and sucked gently. Stepping back inside the room, he reached behind him and shut the door. “So, boyfriend, what should we do now?”
Freckles yanked on the towel harder, deepening the kiss. Their tongues entwined as they explored each other’s mouths. Blood rushed through Katsuki’s body and pooled in his groin. His dick was already rock hard. Sliding his hands around to the small of Freckles’ back, he hauled his body against his length, letting him feel his cock.
“I’d like to do boyfriend kinds of things,” Freckles gripped his face devouring his mouth again. His hands slid down over his chest, and he tugged at his shirt. “Take this off.”
Yanking it off, Katsuki could feel the cool glass of the slider press against his skin sending a wave of goosebumps down his back. Those big green eyes swept over his body.
“So nice,” Freckles lowered his head and swiped his tongue over his nipple.
Katsuki shuddered as a flood of heat hit him so fast his breath caught in his throat. He groaned as Freckles drew his nipple into mouth, heat and suction drawing his nipple so taut it was almost painful. His tongue flicked at the sensitive nub and then his teeth bit gently into his tender flesh. “Freckles,” Katsuki gasped, arching his back at the twisting of pain and pleasure. “We need to move to the bed,” he gritted out. “Otherwise, we’ll end up fucking on the floor.”
“Mmmm” Freckles hummed and caged him in against the slider. “Is that so bad?” His tongue left a wet trail that cooled across his chest until his mouth found his other nipple.
Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath as he nipped at him again. “Freckles…” He closed his eyes. “I’m gonna fucking explode.”
“You are?” He chuckled and kissed his chest again. “Should I do something about that?” He walked his fingers down his stomach pushing them into the waistband of his pants. Katsuki moaned, feeling his cock bulge against the taut fabric of his jeans. Then Freckles followed his fingers, trailing kisses along his skin, his stomach muscles flinched with each brush of his lips.
“What… what can you do?” Katsuki tried to focus, but he was driving him crazy. The cold glass was a welcomed feeling as his mouth was making him so fucking hot that he was sweating.
“Mmmm.” As his lips touched his waistline, Freckles flicked his tongue and sucked gently on his skin.
“Fuck…” Katsuki jumped, his toes curling.
“Wow,” he chuckled, palming his hard cock through the thick fabric of his pants. “I think this is the real prisoner.” Freckles tilted his head and winked, pulling slowly on his top button. “Would you like me to set him free?”
Katsuki just nodded, watching as he moved along each button pushing and tugging. He was purposely rubbing him with his fingers which was only sending him further past his limit. He didn’t think he could wait.
Fuck.
He was going to cum before his pants hit the damn floor. He thrust up into his hand, watching as his green eyes grew black with desire. Digging his hand into his curls, Katsuki resisted smashing his face into his cock. “I need..” his words ended in a long moan.
“Need what?” Freckles was playing with the last button, watching him intently. Finally, he pulled ever so gently and his pants burst open, his cock so hard that it thrust up through the elastic of his briefs. The swollen head oozed with precum. Freckles grinned and swiped his tongue greedily across his exposed flesh as he jerked Katsuki’s pants down to his knees.
Like a rush of fire sweeping into his body, Katsuki moaned against the sheer pleasure that burned through him as his mouth closed over him. A wet heat slid down his whole length. Sagging against the glass door, he gulped in air, gripping Freckles for support. A low chuckle vibrated from the mouth sucking on him and the fire raged hotter. Then his hand found his balls and began to play with them, his fingers trailing over his normally untouched skin.
It was fucking heaven.
Katsuki’s knees buckled and he slid all the way down the glass, landing on his ass… and his sweet fucking mouth never let go. Freckles had dropped down with him, not stopping his assault on his cock. His tongue sliding up and down while his cheeks hollowed out in a sucking motion. Drool slid down his chin, glistening as it splashed on Katsuki’s thigh, dripping slowly down his leg. The slurping penetrated his brain, loud in the quiet of the room, it was like gasoline on fire. Each sloppy wet noise shot through his balls threatening to erupt through his cock. Panting he didn’t know what to concentrate on, there were too many fucking sensations. “Freckles…”
His hot mouth disappeared, and the cold air hit his wet skin.
“Yes?” He sat back smiling coyly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Laughing he ran his fingers along his balls which were now coated in his saliva. “Isn’t that the point?”
“But if I do,” Katsuki gasped as Freckles twisted his balls gently. “It’ll take me a while to get hard again.” He wasn’t sure if that was the truth, Freckles was so fucking hot that he’d probably be ready to go fast, but he didn’t want to disappoint him.
“So?” He settled his head down between his legs and using his fingers held his heavy cock while he licked up the full length of his shaft with his tongue.
It took another thirty seconds for Katsuki to respond. Laughing harshly, he looked down at him again and groaned at the sight. “Not sure if you know, but it takes a really hard dick to penetrate someone’s ass.”
“I know,” he hummed playfully.
“If I cum, I won’t be as hard.”
A wicked smile danced across Freckles’ face. “Kacchan,” he hesitated, then sitting up, he wiggled into his lap and kissed him, stroking his dick at the same time.
“Ahhh,” Katsuki tried to focus on him but breathing had become his only priority, he needed to breathe.
He felt a hand on his wrist, Freckles was pulling at his arm. “Touch me,” he whispered, putting his hand against his groin. His cock was hard as steel, buttons splayed from the force of his erection. “I’m plenty hard for you.”
“What?” Katsuki’s brain cleared as his brows knitted sharply. He sat up. “You?”
His hand began to stroke his cock again.
“Wait,” he gripped his arm tightly. Sucking in a breath, Katsuki tried to hold back the orgasm, but he knew it was like using tissue paper to stop a fucking tsunami. “Wait…you wanna fuck me?” His green eyes drilled into him. He shuddered at the intensity of his stare. “I thought…” his hand kept pumping his dick.
Freckles added his other hand to his cock, covering him from base to crown and began to twist. “What did you think?”
“Fuuuckkk!” Katsuki’s body went rigid as the orgasm ripped from his balls, searing a path through his cock, his cum flew over his stomach in several thick white ropes. Falling back against the slider, he gasped for breath. “What the fuck was that?” He moaned softly. Freckles was licking his fingers, grinning.
“That was a hand job.” he mused as he kissed his chest making his way up to his neck. “A particularly special one, just for you.”
“Yeah, fuck,” Katsuki was slowly gaining control over his body again. He grabbed a fistful of his curls and pulled his head back.
“Ow.”
“Talk to me, Freckles.”
“Um,” he sighed, “I don’t like… bottoming. I’ve never really liked it.” He shook his head free of his hand. “I usually get all my pleasure from my dick.” He peeked at him from under his long lashes.
“Okay,” Katsuki swallowed hard. “You never did, uh… “ he gritted his teeth, the last person he wanted to think about. “You never fucked the asshole’s asshole?” That earned him a chuckle.
“No,” he sat back up, wiggling further up his body. He stroked his face. “You look so beautiful.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“He wouldn’t…” Freckles looked at the ceiling, “it wasn’t something he would even consider. I don’t even think he asked.”
Guilt twisted in Katsuki’s heart, of course, a narcissist prick wouldn’t even think of his partner, let alone give him what he wanted. Katsuki clenched his ass cheeks together tightly, could he? Freckles was quiet, his big luminous eyes sparkling in the dim light of the hotel room, he was waiting.
Waiting for his answer.
Fuck.
Freckles would give him his ass freely. Open up and let him have his pleasure at the cost of his own. Chills prickled along his spine at the answer that was forming in his brain, all he knew was that he wanted to be the only one for him. To give him everything he deserved.
Sitting up, he nodded slowly.
“Alright.”
- - -
Izuku held his breath, he doubted Kacchan would say yes so when he answered, he’d almost missed it, his dick reacting a lot faster than he did. “Did you say yes?” He had to make sure, if he’d heard wrong...
“Yeah.” Kacchan sounded like he was trying to be confident. “This is about both of us, not just me.”
There was a heartbeat of silence as Izuku debated his next words. “Kacchan, you understand that I want to fuck you.” He paused to let the words sink in, just in case he was misunderstanding. “A-Are you positive? I mean…have you?” Izuku wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the answer.
“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” He tilted his head, searing red eyes searching his face.
“No,” Izuku breathed out. “But..”
“Yeah,” he grinned cockily, “my butt.” Sighing he leaned back on the slider. “I know what you’re asking Freckles and I’m scared as shit, so you better be damn good at this.”
“Kacchan,” Izuku wanted to cry, the barrage of feelings that were crashing in on him was overwhelming. Grabbing him into a tight hug, he squeezed him hard. “Thank you.”
He grunted. Moving out from under him, he stood and kicked off his jeans and held out his hand, helping him to his feet. Lacing their hands together, Izuku felt suddenly shy, all his brashness cut off at the knees at the intensity of the moment. Kacchan pushed him backwards across the room until they were at the bed, the heat of his hand on his jeans as he squeezed along the outline of his rigid cock.
“You are so fucking hard, Deku,” he teased and pulled his shirt off over his head. Pushing him down on the bed, he crawled up over him.
“Kacchan-”
His kiss drowned out the rest of his words as his tongue invaded his mouth. Damn, he tasted so good, the spice from the ribs only making it more intense. Izuku kissed him fiercely, his arms wrapping around his neck as Kacchan’s hands slid down his body, setting off a whip of pleasure that snaked up through his balls. Kacchan was hard again, his cock ramming into his stomach as he thrust against him.
“Kacchan, I think I’m the one-”
“Who gets to have all the fun?” He let out a harsh laugh, “don’t worry Freckles, I haven’t changed my mind, in fact, the idea of letting you fuck me is starting to really turn me on.”
“It is?” Izuku smiled and bucked hard against him at just the right moment so that his cock was trapped for a brief moment in his stomach muscles. Then it slid slowly out from his skin.
“Oh fuck.” Kacchan let out a loud moan and dipped his head down, raking his teeth over his neck. “Damn, Freckles. I’m already so fucking hard again.” He took several deep breaths.
Hooking his hands under Kacchan’s arms, Izuku hauled them both up to the top of the bed, he was heavier than he expected. “Open the nightstand drawer,” he nodded to the left side of the bed. Kacchan reached over and did as he was told, pulling out a paper bag.
“Another gift?”
Izuku chuckled and cocked a brow, “I guess, yeah?”
Dumping out a bottle of lube and several condoms, Katsuki grinned, “definitely the best present yet.”
Scrambling to his knees, Izuku grabbed the lube and slapped Kacchan’s bare ass lightly. “Lay down.”
Grunting in response but he didn’t move, instead he peered over shoulder, his red eyes snapping fire. “You might be the top today,” he growled, “but don’t think you can order me around like your bitch.”
If his cock hadn’t twitched against his stomach, shooting a load of precum at the same time, Izuku would’ve almost believed him. “Don’t worry, Kacchan,” he squeezed the lube over his fingers. “I know what I’m doing.”
“Yeah… and that’s what fucking worries me,” he inhaled sharply closing his eyes. Laying down, he squeezed his eyes shut and his body went rigid waiting for him.
“Kacchan?” One eye opened. “You need to relax.” Izuku bent down and kissed his chest.
“Not that shit again.”
“It works for a lot of situations,” running his tongue down his stomach which twitched and jerked at the touch, he could feel that Kacchan was beyond tense, every muscle on guard. Sighing, Izuku knew needed to get him to the point of no return. He stared at his beautiful cock so heavy and full, it stood straight up, begging to be touched. It registered then that Kacchan had probably never felt a prostate orgasm before in his life. “Please,” Izuku softened his voice. “Relax for me.”
“Right…” He squeezed his eyes shut again and fisted the sheets in his hands.
“You look like you're at the doctor’s office waiting for the proctologist.”
“I kinda am,” he quipped back. Taking a deep breath, he let go of the bed. “Okay,” he shook out his hands. “You can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever I want?” Izuku beamed. “Well, then…” grabbing his legs, he jerked them upright. “I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw this luscious ass in chaps.” Sending Kacchan onto his back, he plunged his tongue into his tight hole.
“WAIT!” Protesting loudly, he tried to sit up, but Izuku had already pinned him down.
- - -
Freckles was strong, he had him doubled over and ass up, fucking smashing his body in half. His hand, covered in cool lube wrapped around his cock and any thought to escape was ripped from his head as he began to stroke on his dick and suck on his asshole at the same fucking time.
He’d never felt the strength and heat of a tongue in his ass, it was a strange sensation at first, but with his hand sliding in perfect rhythm to his tongue, it quickly changed. His balls bunched, tightening and pulling as the fire was back again, roaring through him. “I’m gonna…oh fuck, cum… fuck.” He gasped as Freckles’ tongue split his ass, his tight ring stretching from his wet heat. Katsuki tried to move away. It was too much but his mouth was unrelenting. Then a finger joined his tongue. “Aaaahhhh,” he lurched upwards, grabbing at air as he tried to reach him. He pressed him down harder. “Nooo,” he moaned but his dick wasn’t agreeing, a rush of blood surged into his cock so hard it bulged until he was sure that it was going to burst.
“You like that?” Freckles squeezed his twitching cock as he inserted another finger and pushed his tongue between them.
Katsuki let out a guttural groan. Pain and pleasure had never been so tightly woven together in his life.
He fucking loved it.
Then Freckles began working his fingers in tandem, scissoring him open further. All of his senses were laser focused on the feeling of the stretch and the hand on his cock.
He inserted another finger, and his balls squeezed so hard he cried out, almost in pain, as the orgasm hit. Cum splattered across his stomach. Freckles continued to stroke him as his cock jerked over and over again. Closing his eyes, Katsuki gasped for breath.
- - -
Hearing Kacchan moaning through his orgasm had Izuku almost cumming himself. Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed a pillow as he continued stretching him. Sliding the pillow under his hips, he let his body down. Kacchan looked amazing, covered in sweat and cum, his dick spent. His eyes blinked open, stared at him like he’d never seen him before in his life.
“The fuck?” He rasped, still catching his breath.
Izuku grinned, “I think you like having your ass licked, Kacchan.” He could see he wanted to say something cocky in return but instead his face softened, and he laughed.
“That felt fucking amazing.”
The sound of raw pleasure in his voice rocked him. If Izuku didn’t know what it felt like, he would’ve buried his cock in his ass right there in one thrust.
But he did know.
Kacchan might’ve cum from the stretch but having a dick inside you was another level and he needed him to want it, not just tonight, but every fucking time. Hooking his finger, he began searching for his prostate.
“Nng,” Katsuki grunted, “what the fuck you’re doing?” He clenched his ass muscles around him.
“I’m looking for your prostate.”
“Good luck.”
His voice sounded too normal. Izuku wrapped his other hand around his balls and using the excess lube from his ass, he began to massage along the skin behind his balls. The swollen gland was right there. Moving his finger in his ass deeper, he managed to press it between both digits. He felt him flex his entire body.
“Hell?” Katsuki squirmed under him. “Feels… strange.”
“Strange, good or strange, bad?” Izuku massaged the hard nub between his fingers, it was starting to swell more.
“Good?” Kaacchan’s voice hitched upward.
Izuku knew he’d be ready to fuck soon, and that thought was sending his cock into desperation mode, his jean buttons bit painfully into his flesh. His hands were too busy to do anything about it at the moment. “Kacchan?” He waited until he looked at him and gave him a sheepish smile. “Could you help me out?” He glanced down at his pants, now almost ripping apart. Kacchan’s hands followed his gaze and tugged at his jean buttons, which gave away easily. Izuku breathed a sigh of relief.
“I know I’ve seen you before, but…” he was looking straight at his cock. “I didn’t think of it in quite this light.” He bit his lip and ran his fingertips over his shaft. “Is this gonna fit?”
Gritting his teeth against his soft touch, Izuku let out a harsh laugh. “I’m not that big.”
“Says you, who’s sticking it in.”
“You’re talking too much,” he increased the pressure of his fingers and licked him along his hip, biting and sucking hard, he heard him let out a sharp breath.
“Fuucck,” he grabbed his shoulders. “That…feels good.”
Izuku admired the red mark and moved to his other hip to give him a matching one on the other side as he squirmed and bucked under him. His fingers never stopped as he stroked his g-spot, he could feel it swell further, his balls bunching tight.
He was ready and Izuku was near his own end.
Pulling his fingers from his ass, he heard him moan low. Ripping open a condom, he clumsily sheathed his cock. His hand was shaking so badly, it took him several seconds. Covering himself with more lube, his entire body began trembling. He could barely line up to his tight hole, his heart was pounding so hard. For a moment he thought he might faint. “I’m going to enter you now,” his voice cracked.
There was no answer.
Taking a shuddering breath, he pushed into him. A low moan escaped from Kacchan as his back arched over the pillow. The tight warmth of his ass was incredible, Izuku’s mouth went slack as his eyes just about rolled back in his head, he continued to slide into his body. Kacchan’s moan rang out in one long breath, as his fingers dug into his shoulders, but suddenly his ass muscles clenched. Hard.
“Shit,” Izuku gasped, “Kacchan, you need to relax. My dick…gonna cut it off.” The tightness had gone from pleasurable to painful. “Kacchan?” He could see he was out of it, arching and twisting his body. Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
“Hey,” Izuku stroked his cheek, running his thumb over his full lips. “Can you look at me?” His eyes snapped back into focus, and he nodded. “Shhh, relax, it’ll be easier.”
“Can’t!” His voice shook with fear. Izuku could feel his blood thumping crazily where his hand rested on the vein in his neck. Stopping himself from thrusting deeper, he cupped his balls and began massaging his prostate from the same spot again. Leaning down he kissed him tenderly. “I’m not gonna pull out. That makes it worse, but I won’t move until you tell me, okay?”
“Fuck, okay,” He half-hiccupped as he stared up at him. “Am I bleeding?”
“What?!” Izuku jerked back and looked down, seeing Kacchan’s inflamed muscle twitching around his cock didn’t help, he felt blood surge into his groin.
“Oi!” Kacchan propped himself up on his elbows. “How come you got so big?” His voice was laced with accusation.
“Well, there’s no blood, but… Kacchan,” Izuku needed to move, he was in agony. “You’re swallowing up my dick and it looks… so fucking good.” His hips were already inching back and forth. “I’m gonna cum and never stroke your g-spot.”
Kacchan gave him a sour look. “You won’t make me cum from my ass.”
“At least let me try before you shoot me down.” Izuku laughed painfully. Pulling out a bit to give himself room, he waited for Kacchan to stop him, but he didn’t. Adjusting himself to get a better angle, he squirted more lube over his cock. Pausing, Izuku felt his body finally starting to relax as he continued massaging his prostate from the outside. Thrusting, he pierced his warmth, burying deep into his ass.
- - -
The feeling of Freckles’ cock in his ass should’ve been more disturbing than it was. Katsuki struggled with the pain at first, but a wave of pleasure rocked him so hard it made his body shiver. From the stretch at the base of his thick cock to the head nestled deep inside of his ass, the fire was starting to rage out of control again.
“Kacchan, try to sit up.”
His voice pierced his brain. “Sit up?” Not understanding why, he sat up. As he did, his stomach muscles clenched and somewhere between Freckles’ thrusting cock and the thumb pressing under his balls, utter bliss exploded. He let out a loud groan, his entire body jerking, hard. Falling back, he shook as a radiating warmth rolled out from the pressure.
“That was it,” Freckles laughed smugly.
Katsuki’s body was still rocking from whatever the fuck had just happened, and his dick was so hard, he thought it might shoot off his body. “What the fuck was that?”
“Do it again,” Freckles slid out and thrust slower. “Talk later, this takes time and I’m close.” He hand settled on his stomach, a hair’s breadth from his cock.
Struggling, Katsuki sat back up. “I’d rather if you stroke my-” It hit again, so hard, his eyes crossed. A smashing wave barreled through him causing his whole body to go weak. “Fuck!” He gasped as he fell back. Another quivering warmth pulsed through him again.
“Again.” This time Freckles thrust harder into his prostate.
He sat up and it hit again. Katsuki’s whole body stiffened as his muscles clenched around the thick cock sliding along the nerves of his ass sending a myriad of mind-numbing signals to his brain. His mouth went slack as he lost control of any motor functions. He panted and collapsed into the pillows as he tried to breathe from the exertion.
“Again.” Izuku commanded, green eyes watching him closely.
Katsuki nodded. He didn’t need to be told, not anymore, he was craving the mind-blowing feeling now. Sitting up, he moaned, like a god-damned-fucking zombie raised from the dead, but he didn’t care, he just wanted to feel that wave of fucking bliss. Every time he sat up the coil tightened inside, building to the point that he was sure it was going to break him in two.
This was nothing like when he masturbated, which was a straightforward pleasure. What he was feeling now was so fucking insane he couldn’t even think. It was like an itch that in some strange way felt so good you didn’t want to scratch it. He sat up for Freckles until his muscles finally gave out.
“Up,” Izuku gritted through clenched teeth.
“Too fucking tired.” His head lolled back, and he had to let the sweet sensation of his cock stroking his ass be enough.
Freckles wrapped him up in his arms, and surged upwards, picking him up and slamming him up against the wall. His back pushed into the headboard as Freckles bent him in half at his stomach. For a moment he staggered under his weight, but steadying himself, he began thrusting like a mad man into him.
“Holy fuck! Are you fucking kidding?” Katsuki eyed the bed down below. The damn man was a monster. His curls were stuck to his temple as sweat dripped down his cheek, his hips ramming into him again.
The new position was almost unbearable, like a permanent sit up, the intense warmth radiated with every stroke of his dick now. Wave after wave smashed into his groin and through his body. Everywhere his skin touched him was on fire, it was like he could feel every hair follicle on his body as chills swept across him endlessly.
Somewhere deep inside where his cock pressed against him, the ripples of pleasure intensified into an unstoppable force that needed release. It was a familiar pressure.
“No!” He gasped.
Clawing at Freckles he had to stop it, needed to straighten himself before… he tried to arch his back to gain some relief from the feeling. “Stop!” He managed to grab his hair and force him to listen but his green eyes were glittering black, his face contorted with pleasure.
“Stop what Kacchan?” He thrust into him deep and ground his hips against his ass.
Too deep.
“Fuck!” He inhaled the word in a sharp gasp. It was like Freckles had pulled some thread inside his body and everything had come apart… at once. Any control was gone, he whimpered, feeling the pressure starting to release.
“Nooo, I’m gonna…fuck… pee.”
He twisted his body trying to get away, but he only managed to spear himself further down on his thick cock, which slid over his prostate. A savage vibration joined the release as his muscles jerked so hard white spots floated in his vision. He clung to him as a heat shot straight up his cock and a dripping wet warmth splattered over his skin.
Barely daring to look, he was terrified of what he’d see, he almost cried in relief to see thin streams of watery cum spurt out of his cock. His body continued to writhe as the cum flowed like a fucking fountain. The nerves under his skin were alive, crawling over his body feeling like every hair was being pulled out of his skin at once. As Freckles thrust again, his body grazed his nipples, and for a split second Katsuki thought he was going to have a seizure from the touch alone.
“Down,” he rasped, “please…put me down.”
- - -
Izuku heard him begging but he couldn’t stop, his orgasm had him gripped by the balls, literally. Kacchan’s orgasm sucked him deep into his ass and was squeezing with the perfect amount of tightness. Thrusting in short strokes, he shuddered as cum flooded the condom, leaking out and dripping down his leg. He could feel him squirming harder.
“Down,” Kacchan struggled in his arms, “put me the fuck down.”
“Mmmm,” Izuku’s body was shaking so hard he was afraid he might drop him. Slowly, he let his body fall gently back down to the bed, he rolled off him and caught his breath.
He was thankful for the cool night air that whistled through the window. “So hot,” he exhaled forcefully, feeling like he’d walked into a furnace. Jumping up he grabbed a towel and wiped himself down. Laying back down next to Kacchan, who was sprawled out and trembling with his eyes closed, he wiped at the cum on his chest.
“No!” His body lurched in the air. “Don’t! He stopped his hand with a knuckle-crunching grip.
“Shit, sorry.” Izuku pulled from his iron fist and threw the offending towel on the floor.
“It’s okay,” Kacchan’s laugh sounded slightly crazed. “It just feels like my skin had an orgasm.” Closing his eyes, he went perfectly still again.
“Was it that good?” Izuku leaned on his elbow, feeling a heat burn in his cheeks. For his first time topping, to see Kacchan such a fucking mess, well… if his ego could get up and strut around the room swinging it’s dick, it would.
“Is.. is it always like that?” He sounded perplexed, like he was struggling to understand.
Izuku was desperate to touch him, comfort him, but he was afraid he’d get punched. “Not for me, but…” he shrugged, “I did a lot of research and yeah, for others, it can be like that.”
His eyes popped open, and he stared at him incredulously. “You did that from studying? You must’ve been a fucking genius in college.”
Laughing, Izuku dipped his head. “Can I touch you?” Kacchan’s skin was practically glowing, a rosy blush staining his whole body and he was dying to run his hands over every inch.
“Mmmm, yeah.”
Tentatively Izuku reached out and laid his hand on his stomach, his skin flinched under his touch but then relaxed.
“That was so fucking different, weird, I mean,” Kacchan finally laughed. “I don’t know what the fuck that was.”
“A prostate orgasm.”
“Yeah? I guess so. I’ve never had one.” Izuku ran his fingertips over his chest gently. Kacchan nodded, “that better, my skin feels more normal.”
Settling his hand on his heart, Izuku enjoyed the rapid beat firing under his fingers. Curling into him, he kissed his shoulder. “Your heart is almost as loud as the surf pounding on the sand below.”
“I did a million fucking sit ups!” He smacked his shoulder. “What was that by the way? I mean I liked it, don’t get me wrong but talk about a workout. I thought being the bottom was supposed to be fucking easy?”
“I see you get sassy after an orgasm,” Izuku teased. “And I did some very heavy lifting.” He rolled his shoulders. “You aren’t light, but I could see you were getting tired.”
“I was…” Kacchan turned on his side to face him and tucked his arm under his cheek.
Izuku smiled seeing his eyes still had a slight hazy quality to them. “I’d read that it can be hard the first few times with that kind of orgasm. Clenching your stomach muscle stimulates the prostate, then pinching it between my finger and dick…” Izuku kissed his full lips. “That was the finishing blow.” Thinking about Kacchan’s reaction under him was already making him horny. Izuku needed to do something else. “Should we clean up?” He hopped out of bed. “I’ll run you a bath.”
Going into the bathroom, he took a fast shower and putting in the stopper, began to fill the tub with hot water. Pulling a towel around his waist he went back into the room, Kacchan was lying lifeless on the bed again. Smiling to himself, he closed the window against the wind and latched it shut.
“Can we both take a bath?”
“It’s not big enough for both of us,” Izuku laughed under his breath, he looked like he’d been stampeded by a herd of cattle.
“K,” standing unsteadily, he sat back down immediately and groaned holding his waist. “Ah… fuck me.”
“Yeah,” Izuku grimaced and sat next to him rubbing his lower back, “a cock will do that to you.” Kacchan side-eyed him menacingly. Izuku laughed, “hot water and some bath fizz will cure you.”
“You brought some?”
He was pouting and his frown was way too damn cute. Izuku could feel his dick getting hard again. Jumping up, he dug into his bag. “I did,” he produced one of his many round bath bombs. Sniffing it, he exhaled, “this one is orange citrus.” Running it under Kacchan’s nose, he ripped off the packaging and went into the bathroom, tossing it into the bath. It spun, sputtering and fizzing, perfuming the air with its scent.
“That smells good.” Kacchan peered over his shoulder. “Am I going to even fit in this tub?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit small, but it's better than nothing. Get in and I’ll wash you.”
“You don’t have to do that,” He stepped in and settled down into the water. It was deep enough that the water at least came to his chest. He let out a soft grunt. “Fuck my back hurts.”
“Sorry.” Wetting a hand towel, Izuku began to scrub his chest.
“Never apologize for fucking the daylights out of someone Freckles, especially if they cum so hard they forget who they are for a few seconds.”
Laughing, Izuku lifted his arm and cleaned him, “only a few seconds?”
“Ha!” He barked out but then went quiet.
“I’m glad you liked it, I know I did,” he picked up the other arm and repeated his cleaning.
“You did?”
His question startled him, he sounded a bit…shy and once again, too damn cute. “Well, of course, Kacchan, I came so hard… I think there’s a gallon of cum in that condom.”
“So, I really felt, um, good?”
He was getting cuter. “Yes,” Izuku washed his legs, “and if you keep asking such adorable questions, I’m going to fuck you again.”
“Fucking adorable?” He quipped, huffing at first but then he looked away growing quiet. “But… well, we could maybe…” He shrugged.
“Maybe?” Izuku finished cleaning his body and tossed the washcloth in the sink. Sitting down on the floor, he rested his cheek on the side of the tub. “I hope we can do that a lot more Kacchan.” The blush that bloomed up his neck and into his cheeks gave Izuku his answer. “Good,” he smiled. “Now let me wash that gooey shit out of your beautiful hair.”
Warnings: Snippets of spicier content, pre-NSFW, 18+
Description: Bakugo's out of town on a mission, Ejiriou decides to text him late at night.
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12:46am
The numbers stared at Eijiro, taunting him with every blink. It felt like there was never enough space in your enormous king-sized bed, but somehow, now that there wasn't an angry blonde on the other side of the mattress, it felt remarkably empty.
You were long since asleep, curled up and drooling on his chest before 11:30pm - despite your adamant denial that you 'do not drool'. You were tucked up against his side, Dynamight plushie firmly secured under your chin.
The sturdy hero thought it was the purest thing he'd ever seen, and it gave him a reason to text Katsuki so late. He knew under normal circumstances, the blond would kill him for being awake.
He doubted Kats would even be awake himself, but if he wasn't, at least he'd see Ejiro's text in the morning.
So he snapped a quick photo of the two of you, cringing at the brightness of the flash.
~ Red 🪨
Think someone's missing you
<image attached>
The responding message came through in seconds.
~ Blasty 💥
Can't believe we still have that stupid thing.
*image saved*
True enough, the limited edition plush had more than a few scorch marks on it. Evidence of Katsuki's previously attempted 'hits' on the doll.
Ejiro smiled to himself fondly.
~ Red 🪨
I think we'd both prefer it if it was the real Dynamight
~ Blasty 💥
Obviously.
Which in Bakugo language translated to 'Yeah, me too.'
You stirred slightly under your boyfriend's hold, and the red head made a mental note to type more quietly.
~ Red 🪨
How much longer do they think the assignment will take?
~ Blasty 💥
Fuckers keep giving me different answers. Hard to tell. If it’s not done by Friday I’m coming home anyway.
Ejirou knew he very likely would.
~ Blasty 💥
It’s late. Go to sleep, shitty hair.
~ Red 🪨
Can’t sleep. Miss you
~ Blasty 💥
Miss you too, E, and the Gremlin.
He meant you. The nickname stuck after the first time you all slept over together and Katsuki discovered your 'unsavoury' sleeping habits; snoring and latching onto people.
~ Red 🪨
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This time it was Kirishima kissing your head gently, your face smooshed even further into his pec with the change in angle. He knew it was risky to use flash, but he was praying you’d stay asleep.
Wish you were here x
~ Blasty 💥
*image saved*
Why’s Friday so fucking far away?
The typing bubble filled the empty silence for a few seconds before disappearing. Riot held back a chuckle, he was tell Katsuki was wrestling with admitting defeat his feelings.
You guys are cute.
~ Red 🪨
Naww thanks babe, you’re not so bad yourself ;)
~ Blasty 💥
Don’t start shit, Ejiro. It's too late.
The red head felt suddenly cocky.
~ Red 🪨
That a challenge?
~ Blasty 💥
Warning you, E.
The red head considered his options for less than half a second before rolling away ever so slightly so he could send his partner a more…scandalous photo.
Pointing the camera towards his chest, Ejirou made sure to get his pec in frame once more, only slightly hardened this time, knowing how much the explosive hero loved them- even if he would rather die before admitting to that.
A cheeky smile showed off his sharp teeth and tongue that hung teasingly out from between them.
He winced at the flash once more, but decided his mission was worth it. Satisfied with himself, he pressed the send button as you stirred beside him.
~ Red 🪨
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“E…what’re y’doing?” You mumbled.
“Shit, I’m sorry sweetheart. I was just texting Kats.”
“With flash on?” You grumbled, clearly unhappy with the hero beside you.
You and Bakugo met through an All Might trading card site. You had duplicates of a rare holographic All Might card and wanted to get rid of it for something else.
It was Bakugos first time on the site but one of the last cards he needed in his collection was that specific rare holographic. Praying your offer wasn't a scam, he messaged you a deal. In exchange for your card he'd give you two he had in his large collection.
It was a great deal so you both exchanged info and traded cards.
Later, as you were scrolling through your socials a certain photo popped up. The exact card you just gave away, surrounded by the same collection you just saw on that trading site.
Looking through the account you saw it was some blonde dude who went to UA, and was a mega All Might fan. He didn't post himself but the ones you could find were tagged from his friends.
He was cute.
Really cute.
Deciding to be bold you messaged him, "I have your child."
Surpisingly you got a text back right away.
"The hell you just say"
"Don't curse around the kids!" you sent him a photo of the card he traded.
"Oh it you."
"Yeah I saw your post and wanted to say thanks for the card"
"Your collection is so cool too! but I'd say mine a bit cooler."
"Hah, you tryna make this a competition! Cuz I'd win"
"Can't be a competition if I already won"
You both kept going back and forth bragging about your collections and somehow started straying from the topic, trying to one up each other in other things.
You guys started chatting every once in a while to multiple times a day. Sharing your interests to just complaining about your days.
You would send him pictures off your All Might decoration you kept on your bags and favorite card you had on the back of your phone. In return he'd send you a photo of what he was doing at the moment or a shot of his room with his memorabilia.
You could say you two were good online friends, neither of you ever brought up calling or meeting each other. But the both of you knew you guys lived and hung around in the same area.
You could recognize some of the places in the background of his photos and he knew the places you posted about.
You brought up how ironic it was that you two never ran into each other.
~~~
"Hey Bakugo who's that cute girl you follow?" Mina questioned.
"What are you yapping about pinky" He deadpanned.
"You willingly followed a girl, but we had to beg you tell us your account." Sero chimed in, the rest of his friends nodding along.
"Tsk, if you all weren't so annoying maybe I would've told you sooner."
"So she's cute and you don't find her annoying, aren't you smitten." Mina squealed shaking Denki next to her.
"You have to let us meet her!"
Denki and Sero were already scrolling through your account, trying to find information.
"You idiots aren't meeting her even if you got on your knees and begged, so drop it." Bakugo spit out.
That exact moment hits phone chimed.
It was a selfie of you, holding a new little keychain you got next to your grinning face.
Right when Bakugo got his phone unlocked Mina snatched it as the boys held him back. "OMG she's adorable and an All Might fan, she must be your soulmate" she flipped the phone so the boys could see you too.
"If you aren't dating can I try to get at her." Denki said.
"Over your dead body." Bakugo sparked up his hands, hitting Denki right in the face. As he was preoccupied with that Mina hit the call button.
"Hello...?" came your hesitant voice from the speaker, startling Bakugo.
He grabbed his phone, walking a bit away from his friends and switching it off speaker. This was the first time you guys called and it had to be because of his friends.
"Bakugo? Hello? Are you okay?" your voice laced with concern.
"Yeah yeah I'm here, these stupid extras accidentally hit the call button."
"Damn didn't even choose to call me willingly, I'm hurt." you joked.
"I'll call you later then, since you're so desperate to hear my voice."
"Promise?"
Promise."
He ended the call before staring to yell at his friends who were eavesdropping behind him.
"That was so manly bro." Kirishima said giving a thumbs up.
"SHUT IT!"
~~~
Later came with it being almost night, the sun was just going down when your phone started ringing.
"So you do keep your promises." you answered with a smile.
"You lucky you're special or else I would've went straight to bed."
"The Murder God is staying past his bed time for me, put a ring on my finger already." you laughed as you started doing your night routine.
You could hear him shuffling around on his end, most likely doing the same. It felt like you both were together hearing each other's voices, talking about your days, it felt domestic, comfortable.
You both felt it and with the subtle flirting you both had been doing, you wanted to pop the big question and ask him out.
He must have been thinking the same thing because he beat you to it. Just before you both were going to hang up he asked you.
"Go out with me."
"What?"
"You heard me, we can go somewhere you like this weekend"
"Really, you aren't messing with me?" you said hoping he wasn't delusional from the lack of sleep he missed.
"You know I wouldn't do that to you, now give me an answer before I take it as a no." he mumbled out.
"Yes! yes. I'd love to go out with you" you couldn't but yell out with the biggest smile on your face.
"Text me the details tomorrow then loser."
"Okay I promise."
"You better"
You both said your goodnights before hanging up, squealing into your pillow after. You couldn't wait for the weekend, excited to finally be meeting him in person.
You going to sleep with a smile not knowing that Bakugo was doing the same.
Recently posted for Second Chance Ranch ... my side ship is sooo adorable. Western AU. Kiri confesses to Shin his unrequited love for the last 6 years and it makes my heart melt 🫠
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Setting the bowls on the rocks, he jumped up and sat down next to him. Taking off his hat, he leaned into him and got as close as he dared to his face. “You were right,” he said quietly. “I was checking out your ass.” The confession was simple and had the effect he’d hoped, Shin looked up at him. His teary eyes were round with shock.
“R-Really?” He stammered.
“Yeah,” Kiri let out a long sigh. “Really.”
Shin propped his chin on his knees, his eyes narrowing. He sniffled a bit and then started to say something.
“Wait,” Kiri held up his hand, stopping him. “Lemme finish… I like you, Shin. In fact, I have for a long time. Pretty much since I met you.” The words felt good to say, making him more relaxed.
Shin’s eyes grew wide again. “You? Like me?” His voice was incredulous, as if the thought was beyond preposterous.
“That’s what I said,” Kiri nodded. Reaching out slowly, he plucked his hat off his head and brushed his hand through his thick hair, he didn’t react but watched him curiously. “I’m guessing you don’t feel the same about me but…” Kiri paused hoping he would argue with him.
“Never thought about it honestly.” Shin replied, chewing on his lip thoughtfully as if thinking it over. “I mean… you’re always having to deal with my shit. Figured you hated it.”
Kiri let out a strangled laugh. “I did it because… well, because.”
Shin tucked his chin against his knees and gave him a small smile. “Say it again.”
“Are you messing with me?”
“No.”
“Okay.” Kiri sucked in a deep breath. “I like you Shin.”
The fire crackled loudly, and a branch split in half, falling into the pile. A shower of sparks burst from the flames then slowing, they lazily trailed upwards with the smoke.
“Now what?” Shin turned to watch the glowing embers float in the air.
Unconsciously Kiri let out a laugh. What was next? “How about we eat our dinner?” He grabbed their bowls and held them up. Shin took one and sniffed at the lump of chicken and pasta. Taking a bite, Kiri realized how hungry he was and wolfed it all down, licking his fork after eating the last piece. He noticed Shin was stirring the food and taking tiny bites. “You need to eat.”
“I know but… I’m trying to decide.”
“Decide what?” Kiri leaned forward to put his bowl back on one of the rocks.
“If I like you or not.”
The bowl slipped from his fingers causing the metal to clang on the rock and fall into the burning wood. “Shit!” Grasping the edge with his fingers, he jerked it out of the blazing heat and dropped it into the dirt. “Ow!” He hissed.
“Idiot,” Shin chuckled and grabbed his hand, inspecting the red mark. “I think you’ll live.” Suddenly, he kissed the spot. “There,” he smiled again, the playful smirk was back, matching his sparkling eyes. “That should make it better.” Picking up his bowl he began to eat again.
“That wasn’t fair.” Kiri pouted slightly and put some hot water into his bowl.
“I know,” Shin snorted softly and finished his dinner, handing him his empty dish. Kiri poured the last of the water into the pan and set it all aside. Shin nudged him with his boot. “Did you at least bring dessert?”
Looking back over his shoulder Kiri gave him a sly smile. “What do you think?”
Shin laughed and blushed. “Yes,” he grinned, “you always bring something for me.” He furrowed his brow and then looked seemingly shocked again. “Shit, Kiri! Do you really like me?”
“Uh,” Kiri blinked. “Isn’t that what I said?”
“Well saying is one thing,” Shin laughed, this time more self-consciously, his blush growing redder. Kiri felt heat rush into his own cheeks, they probably both matched perfectly. Thankfully it was only the two of them to see each other.
Snagging the plastic bag with the stuff he’d packed, Kiri tossed it in front of Shin, who leaned over his knees and peered inside. Reaching in, he moved a few things around, then smiled wide when he saw it.
Happiness at seeing that smile was an understatement. Kiri always made sure he kept Shin’s favorite candy on hand and in the past when he’d give it to him, he’d just grab it and eat it, clueless to the gesture… but now… fuck… now he understood.
“Thanks.” Shin pulled out the candy bar and ripped open the wrapper. Taking a bite, he moaned softly as he chewed, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile of appreciation.
Sliding back to the bedroll Kiri sat next to him again, trying to will his heart to slow down. Shin swallowed and began to play with a piece of the wrapper that hung loose.
“Thanks.”
Kiri bumped him lightly. “You already said that.”
“No,” he turned to look at him. The firelight lit up his eyes that were shining brightly with unshed tears again. “Not just for the candy. For everything. You saved me Kiri. I can’t understand why anyone would like me, especially you, but-”
“Shin.” Kiri covered his mouth with his hand and then, impulsively, pressed his mouth on the other side. Their lips were separated only by his fingers. Pulling back, he kept his hand on him. “Next time you talk like that I’ll shut that mouth up without my hand in the way.” He kissed the back of his hand again to prove his point and cocked a brow. Releasing him, he noticed a bit of chocolate at the corner of his lip and gently wiped it away.
Shin looked rattled. Then very slowly he set his candy bar on his pillow and grasped both of Kiri’s cheeks in his hands and planted a kiss on his lips.
Kissing! They were kissing!
Kiri was sure that whatever engine pumped his heart had gone into overdrive, pushing the limits of beats per minute. His lips were soft as they moved over his, but his movements were awkward, almost robotic.
Pulling back, Shin tapped his lips with his fingers and frowned. “Not that great,” he mused thoughtfully.
What the fuck?
Shrugging, he went to pick up his candy bar, but Kiri hauled him into his lap.
“Kiri!” He yelled as he flailed, fighting him.
“Stop.” The word was soft but commanding and Shin quieted immediately. “That wasn’t a kiss.” Kiri rasped gruffly and nuzzled his lips along his cheek enjoying the feeling of his softness. When he thought he’d explode from desire, Kiri kissed him again. Tenderly at first, drawing his lush lips into his mouth. His hand dove into his hair, the thick strands catching his fingers as he cradled his head. Shin sat stiffly, but as he kissed him, he softened. His lips began to kiss back, this time more naturally and then, more fervently.
Kiri was desperate for more.
“Open your mouth, Shin.” He tugged on his chin with his thumb until he hesitantly did as he asked. Taking his time Kiri licked his lips, tasting the chocolate still lingering on his skin. Shin was trembling as he finally slipped his tongue into his mouth, following the sweetness of the candy. He didn’t hold back but tasted every part of him, his blood slamming through his body uncontrollably. He rained kisses across his nose, chin and lips, returning to delve into his sweet mouth. Shin whimpered softly completely lost in the moment.
Kiri almost came undone.
Pulling back to see his face, he was glad to see his lips slightly swollen and his eyes a bit unfocused. “Better?” He chuckled softly and swept his thick hair off his forehead, planting a final kiss there. Shin was quiet but wiggled to sit up and slid off his lap. “Shin?” Kiri leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
Had he gone too fast?
Shin peeked at him from under hooded eyes. A hot blush stained his entire face, clashing with his beautiful purple hair. “That…” Shin fidgeted with his jacket. “That was nice,” he breathed out quietly.
“Just nice?” Kiri kissed his cheek.
“No.” His fingers clasped and unclasped around the button of his shirt. “I liked it… a lot,” Shin admitted quietly. “But, why me?”
Kiri pulled him back into his lap and settled him in between his legs, cradling him from behind. “You bewitch me. I never had a chance against you.” Shin snorted derisively. “Seriously,” Kiri argued. “Remember that day? I came back with Iz from the parole office, scared as shit.”
“You?” Shin sounded surprised.
“Yeah, I get scared too.”
“You never show it.”
“Well,” Kiri looked up at the moon. “I guess I was always the one that had to protect my sister, you know? So, I grew up acting like I was okay, so she wouldn’t get freaked out.”
“Right…” Shin nodded, his head moving against his chest.
“I was so nervous I thought I was gonna throw up. And then as we drove into the courtyard this long-legged kid, looking just like a skittish colt, came barreling out of the barn practically baring his teeth.” He chuckled at the memory. “You… stunned me.”
“I’m not a horse,” Shin thumped his head on him.
“Yeah, you are,” Kiri laughed. “All legs and full of crazy energy but… you took my breath away. I’d never met anyone like you, and I never will again.” Shin tilted his head back far enough that they could see each other.
“I guess that could be true,” he twisted his lips. “I’m one-of-a-kind.” He laughed wryly.
Kiri kissed his forehead. “You really are.”
Shin sighed and sat up. “I should finish the dishes.”
“No, I’ll do them. It's my turn.”
“You made dinner though,” he protested.
“A shitty dinner according to you.”
“It was pretty bad,” Shin giggled. “Okay, you can do them.”
Ruffling his hair, Kiri untangled their bodies and squatted down to quickly rinse and clean up the mess kits.
Shin pulled off his boots and sat cross-legged on his bedroll watching him. He’d grown quiet again and normally that was just the way they were together… but after the kiss, Kiri was feeling insecure. There were so many things he wanted to ask.
Will you go out with me?
Can I kiss you again?
But he felt too strange suddenly blurting that stuff out loud. Scrubbing the pot, Kiri laid it on the rocks to rinse it out. He heard Shin tearing at the paper of his candy.
Glancing up, his heart jumped into his throat seeing what he was doing. He was smiling shyly, his eyes glittering enticingly while he smeared the chocolate candy bar over his lips, like he was putting on lip gloss.
The fire suddenly hissed as he missed the pan and poured the water into the flame.
Shin chuckled softly.
“Shit,” Kiri jumped and pulled the pan off the rocks, rinsing it again. Adding dry wood to the fire, he shook his head. “You’re teasing me.”
“I am.”
“Does this mean…” he looked up again to see the seductive mess smeared on his lips.
“Mean?” His pink tongue flicked along his lower lip, leaving a glistening trail through the thick candy.
“Shin,” Kiri groaned, his voice pained. “I know we kissed, but now,” he could barely restrain himself. “Well, I’m going to have to kiss you again, and I want to and all, but… I need more than that.”
Tipping his head, Shin stared at him. “I know.” He smiled and lay on his side. “Can we start slow?” He reached out his hand and beckoned to him. “Sleep next to me and just share dessert,” he licked more of the chocolate from his lip, “before I eat it all.”
Scrambling to his feet, Kiri put another big log on the fire and moved his bedroll next to his. Laying down he propped himself on his elbow staring into his eyes, he blushed beautifully. Tentatively, Kiri bent down and tasted his mouth. “You’re sweet,” he licked along his lip.
“That tickles!” Shin laughed and pushed at his chest.
“Tickles?” Cocking a brow, Kiri bent down and kissed him firmly, nibbling at his mouth, his tongue cleaning up the chocolate. Shin kissed him back, but his movements were wooden again, like… Kiri drew back. “Shin, have you ever been kissed?” He felt his body stiffen under him, shit. Bad question.
“Well yeah, of course,” rolling his eyes mockingly, he ran his hands under the thick collar of Kiri’s jacket. “I - I just haven’t, you know, in a while, so I’m a bit rusty.”
“Mmm,” Kiri kissed his chin. “Me too. Sorry, I was just hoping that I was your first.” He nibbled on his jawline and worked his way to his ear, tugging softly on his earlobe. Shin squirmed under him.
“Um, why?”
“No reason,” Kiri came back to stare at his lips, most of the candy now cleaned off. “I guess I’m just like anyone else, a bit overwhelmed about the person I like, that’s all. Wish you were only mine.”
Grabbing his shoulders, Shin lifted himself up off the pillow and kissed him fast. It was a quick chaste peck. “That’s it.”
Kiri laughed, not understanding. “That's what?”
Huffing loudly, Shin repeated the gesture, “that was my first kiss, in primary school. Can’t remember her name, she kissed me and ran away.”
He was blushing so hard, Kiri could see the red flush in his cheeks even in the dim firelight. A surge of possessiveness swept through him, he was his first. Checking it a bit, he knew he’d need to be careful, or he’d scare the shit out of him. “Well, since you can’t remember her name, could we count this as your first real kiss?”
“Yes, Eijirou,” Shinsou grabbed his cheeks roughly. “I will allow that,” he chided teasingly and dragged him down for another long kiss.
It was another microphone thrust in his face just in time for Katsuki to walk outside of his agency to see a hoard of reporters waiting for him to annoy the piss out of the hero who was getting off work.
His face contorted with a rage he hadn't felt in a while because he knew the question they were going to ask if your pregnancy was a rumor or if it was the truth but he wasn't going to clue them in on shit.
Flashes of the multiple cameras made his eyes burn as he tried to blink away the array of colors. Katsuki pushed the microphone away with a snarl. "We just want to know, is your wife pregnant?" It was a question that rubbed him the wrong way because you were thrown in the middle and more times than not had to read his fangirls letters.
A few times he'd come home and see you curled up on the couch reading the smear campaign against that was created by the hateful women all because of jealousy over you marrying Katsuki but you'd just laugh it off even though sometimes it did get under your skin.
Knowing the backlash he would receive he grabbed the microphone from the reporter's hand and turned to look dead at the camera. "No, she's not but I plan on knocking her up tonight." He grinned.
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