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It was movie night.
That alone seemed pretty damn trivial to anyone else, sure, but to Izuku? They meant the world to the hare.
An entire night dedicated to snacks, cuddles, and spending time with his master; movie night was a rare enough occurrence with Katsuki’s work shifts growing more intense. The Pro-Hero rapidly climbed the ranks in such a short amount of time, it just seemed as though he never had any time for home life.
That meant Izuku was home alone more often than not.
It wasn’t that Kacchan was lacking entertainment for his pet- he owned almost every single hot new game out there, and had monthly subscriptions to whatever you could even really think of. The setup of his T.V. alone was complete with Netflix and Hulu, as well as many classic DVDs that lined the shelves in display.
It was unspeakably gorgeous to look at, and even more fun to rifle through. Izuku swore up and down he had watched every title at least once. Not to mention the large array of CDs and magazines that always mailed to Bakugou’s doorstep.
Though the bun had to admit, outside of all the technology, nothing quite compared to the steadily growing stashes of books just adjacent to the movie display.
He always had preferred the gentle crinkle of paper between his paw pads as he turned the pages. It wasn’t that a nook tablet wasn’t entirely useful, but the screen often slid over his paws and didn’t register his touch. It grew quite frustrating after a while.
And yet no matter the book he read, there was always that itch in the back of his mind. It reminded him that the stretching silence of the household was attributed to only one thing- Katsuki’s absence due to hero work.
“Oye, how much butter you want on the popcorn?” A gruff voice called from the kitchen, perking the hybrid’s ears up. At least he was here now, and Izuku would enjoy every second of it.
“Only a little, please. You already put on the buffalo powder.”
“What, you not want it on this time?”
“…Maybe a bit less than usual.”
The sound of laughter coming from his owner had warm butterflies blossoming through Izuku’s stomach, curling his knees over his chest. In the past such a question would have terrified him to ask. Bakugou’s temper only matched his explosive quirk so well, and as a pet he was naturally fearful to become caught in the crossfire.
But as his lover?
Izuku’s nose twitched as he felt a quick kiss being planted onto the top of his head, followed by an arm dramatically swinging over his shoulder as Katsuki stepped over the couch into place. The rabbit made sure to leave just enough room for him to plop down.
Then he was pressed right against the blonde’s side, body flopping over and relaxing out of instinct. Only when he was around people he completely trusted did he manage to relax. The rapid beat of his heart mellowed into a soft tune, lazing his breathing as the opening credits to All Might, The First Coming scrolled across the screen.
Not even the loud crunching of popcorn between Bakugou’s teeth could stifle his happiness.
“So this the one you wanna watch?” he asked, lifting the remote to scroll to the ‘play’ option. He owned the DVD since it was a bit of a classic, though he had grown out of other superhero shit when he gained the idea to be a hero himself.
Only when he had an armful of happily bouncing bun did he relent and press play, entertained by his lover’s anticipation. “Well, of course! Even if it’s a movie it was entirely based on his first rise to fame! The horrific event leaving hundreds needing of rescue, and managing to save each and every single one of them!”
Katsuki’s gaze softened as he took in the sheer excitement of the rabbit, that sweet tail wagging against the back of the couch as his paw pads flexed in excitement. He looked ready to bounce up and save people himself.
“Fine, nerd. We can watch it.” He finalized their choice with a press of a button, the beginning of the credits slowly rolling onto the screen. It wasn’t up Katsuki’s alley to watch again, but if it meant Izuku was happy, he was willing to bite his tongue.
Besides- maybe he was just a bit of a sucker for All Might themed movies. This wouldn’t be all bad.
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“Kacchan, did you SEE that? The effects were so good when he swooped in and punched that guy in the face!”
“Mhm.”
“Oh holy shit that might actually be his original Golden Age suit he’s wearing! Look at the intricate details- it looks worn down just like the real thing!”
“Yup.”
“And did you see that? They spared no expenses in the props and backgrounds, even for the era this movie was recorded in!”
At this point, Katsuki didn’t humor a response.
It wasn’t that he was annoyed, per say, by his rabbit. But Izuku had an eccentric personality that made it very difficult to just sit back and enjoy something. He was always off on a tangent about one thing or another, speaking statistics, reviewing the details that others would leave alone- it was cute yes.
But Katsuki just wanted to watch the movie.
When his bundle of energy bounced up onto his feet at the end of an exhilarating scene Katsuki just stifled a bored sigh. This movie was pretty good for its time, yeah, but it was still a family movie. In other words; no blood, no explosions, no violence beyond implied, and no bad language.
All of the things that kept Katsuki awake throughout the titles.
He was just about ready to roll over when Bakugou caught sight of just what his rabbit was wearing. He was certainly a fan of the sweaters that the rabbit elected to wear, usually softer in color and design, but today he had worn one of Bakugou’s old skull t-shirts.
It was from when he was a teenager, roughly, yet still hung over the rabbit like a dress.
However with Izuku’s arms thrown above his head, the second part of his apparel became obvious.
Retro booty shorts.
The sheer black fabric clung to Izuku’s thighs like a second skin as his tail innocently poked through a hole in them, wiggling in excitement from where his t-shirt caught over the small cottonfluff. It left the curve of his ass and thighs in very obvious definition, where the white bands of the shorts curved to fit his body.
Katsuki’s eyebrows rose to his hairline as he took in the display, before his lips curved into something devious at the thought.
“C’mon, bunny, you’re getting too excited here.” He said, the edge of his voice laced with an eager rumble as his hands fit themselves against Midoriya’s hipbones. The rabbit deflated only long enough to find himself sprawled onto Katsuki’s lap.
Immediately he was nestling under his jaw, fitting himself completely to the larger human. “Oh, you think?” he asked, though his voice was getting slurred and lazy from the pressure on his hips. It felt ridiculously good to be pet- no matter the spot.
The movie continued on as Bakugou’s hands roved over his body. It started innocently enough; just gentle strokes of his thumb along Izuku’s lower stomach, just before the line of fluff that sprouted to his hips.
Yet as the action fell slowly into more dramatics between All-Might and the main villain, Bakuogu’s hands too fell- down to the waistline of those shorts. They were tight against his waist before flaring out over his hips. He thumbed the seam with strokes of his thumb, before playfully snapping the white elastic.
He felt Izuku jump against him, before that cotton tail just kept wagging against Bakugou’s lower abdomen, a touch faster than previously. “Bakugou…” he breathed out, turning over his shoulder to fix the man with a slightly annoyed stare.
“I wanna watch the movie.” He said, before melting further into the touch when Katsuki’s fingers traced the inside of the seam. It was ticklish in its repetitive nature, easing Izuku further, before the hand withdrew from the shorts entirely.
The action was met with a quiet whine, before he stifled down the needy noise. When was the last time he and Katsuki had been intimate?
The hare was left with an awkward sensitivity between his legs as the movie continued onwards, this time with Katsuki keeping his hands to himself (miraculously).
Although now there was a light buzz just beneath Izuku’s skin. The phantom sensation of Bakuogu’s fingers kept him on edge as the sensitivity only increased in further intervals. The more he thought about it, the more aroused he became at the thought of actually doing things now.
Usually they don’t mess around until after the movie, though…Izuku felt almost adventurous.
His hips shifted just a fraction of an inch forward, towards where he knew his master’s groin would be. His shoulders remained rested against Bakugou’s chest, though he inched forward with his waist until he was firmly over his target.
He didn’t feel anything yet- though Katsuki’s hand moved up to rest upon the bulk of his inner thigh. It was just adjacent to his retro shorts, the fabric feeling almost tacky against his shaved skin.
Izuku had gotten a more…sexual…pet cut. It left his rear and tail still covered in a thin layer of fur, though from his hipbones down was nothing but smooth and pale skin. By no means did he and Katsuki go out to a groomers to get this cut- oh god the gossip tabloids would be all over Bakugou having a sexual pleasure pet.
But if Izuku wanted to get creative with some buzzers, he knew Katsuki wouldn’t stop him.
It was just infinitely more awkward when he was excited.
There was nothing to stop the little bit of slick from spreading over his skin as he shifted, smearing along his shorts until he didn’t feel confident having his legs open. He tried to close them against the sensitivity of his arousal- but Katsuki’s grip on his thigh stopped that pretty quickly.
A shy tilt of his head upwards revealed intense crimson eyes staring down at him, a quirk to Katsuki’s smile that promised he knew exactly what filthy thoughts moved through his lover’s mind.
It sent a dull shiver down Midoriya’s spine when those calloused and rough hands parted his legs further, leaving a particularly embarrassing wet spot in the crease of his thighs. Now that the thought had been planted in his mind, all he wanted was to be fucked.
Judging by the slight twitch beneath his ass, Katsuki thought the exact same thing.
“Naughty little bunny, I thought you wanted movie night.” He purred into the flop of his ear, immediately dragging a low whimper from Izuku’s bitten lips. He had fitted the plush skin of his lower lip between those adorable buck teeth.
He once again tried to turn his head away, only to find Katsuki’s mouth along the curve of his throat. He couldn’t stifle the cry that left his lips if he wanted to. The sensation against his scent gland had his toes curling in delight, legs twitching in an effort to close his legs.
Only his intention was to get some form of stimulation.
Katsuki was a horrible tease when he wanted to be, that much was always clear. His nails bit into the fur of Midoriya’s thighs, dragging painfully slow up the muscle. Izuku’s breath grew just a fraction faster with each inch he traversed, stopping just shy of where the bun desperately needed it.
“You already wet?” he asked, expecting an honest answer when Izuku’s bright green eyes shut tightly.
He refused to move until he got an answer, and that alone was enough of a blow to Midoriya’s pride. No matter how his hips squirmed and arched into his palm, Katsuki didn’t budge even an inch. He bit down a desperate whine through his teeth as his legs kicked out for more. He needed more.
Finally he relented when Katsuki’s teeth sunk into the hyperactive gland, drawing a muffled shout from him as the next words to come tumbling out were, “Yes, yes! God, Kacchan, I’m so wet. I’m so wet any time you touch me, or look at me like that, or say such dirty things- I want you to touch me so badly. Please!”
The hare had to draw in a deep breath after his spiel was over, though the humiliation was well worth it. Katsuki’s entire palm felt sparingly hot as he cupped the outline of Izuku’s sex through the shorts, growling in such a smug manner as the wetness smeared over his digits.
“Fuckin’ filthy,” He moaned, “You weren’t kidding when you said you were soaked. How long have you needed me, baby? Huh?”
Katsuki’s fingers traced the puffy lips of his labia through the shorts, working especially so over the wet spot that spread through the thin fabric. He followed the path up towards where he knew the poor hare’s clit lay.
One press and Izuku saw stars, scrabbling for purchase on Katsuki’s arm. His master had wrapped his spare arm around the swell of Midoriya’s hips, holding onto him to cease the worst of his squirming. And squirm the rabbit did.
It felt so good to have Bakugou’s hands on him, rough and ruthless, rubbing down his clit even as the stimulation was nearly too much. The pressure he put on the sensitive bud was just shy of painful, though in all the best ways.
Everything about Katsuki was rough, including his love.
The kiss between them was all encompassing as those sinful fingers kept groping him through his shorts, driving Midoriya mad with need. His walls ached for something more, something deeper- his toys weren’t nearly enough to get him through the lonely nights without his master.
“Kacchan…” He breathed into the kiss, before finding them parted just long enough for Katsuki to turn his head back to the T.V.
“It’s your favorite part.” He spoke, though his fingers never relented. If anything they only went fast enough to further water those overstimulated green eyes. It was hard to focus on the screen, but lo and behold, it was the final showdown between All-Might and the baddie.
Usually his attention would stay locked on the screen as the dramatic speech unfolded between good and evil- but today? He didn’t care.
He tried to push up into Bakugou’s arms, drag his attention away from the cinema, though his struggling was stopped when Katsuki pulled away entirely. “No no, it’s movie night, bunny. We’re gonna finish the movie.” He stated so smugly, loving the desperate chirps panting past his Omega’s lips.
The man knew damn well his little lover didn’t care about the climax of the movie. The only climax he cared about was through Bakugou’s fingers.
The Pro-Hero just smiled in smug satisfaction when the bun couldn’t stop rolling his hips against Katsuki’s stationary hands, appreciating the desperation, though refusing to acknowledge it. Slick smeared over his fingers as his poor lover grew impossibly wet.
“More- oh god, please, Bakugou. More!”
Oh god. It was too cute when he begged for it. Lord help him, because Katsuki was a weak man.
His fingers went back to work, though not with the usual gusto he normally applied. Instead he circled the hare’s swollen clit with lazy strokes, loving how every pass would draw a little twitch from his charge. He’d go from side to side when Midoriya got too used to the circular motion, stimulating every spot that had grown unused to the stimulation.
He’d be just as sensitive all over again, biting down on Katsuki’s Chanel white shirt. He didn’t even care he was drooling on it- not when those cute doe eyes were rolled to the back of his head with each harsh pass over his clit.
Katsuki’s fingers never let up until the rabbit desperately shifted to the side, spreading his legs wider and straining the soaked fabric over his cunt. “Want- I want it off, oh god.” He tried to speak, though his voice was heavily accented. Hybrids, while capable of speech, often found the prospect difficult during certain times.
This was one of those times.
“You want it off? Can you ask me nicely, baby?” he asked, loving the desperate twist to his features. Izuku’s tongue felt so thick in his mouth as he tried to formulate words, lips moving without any noises besides quiet squeaks coming out.
Bakugou applied even more pressure, loving the unfocused haze that clouded his mate’s eyes. He kept his fingers moving even when Izuku tried to form words, legs kicking out every time he’d hit an especially sensitive area.
“I…n-nee…huhhh..Need….” Izuku slurred, “Need…mate. Need fuck…I need!”
It was too cute, too fucking precious, that Bakugou wasted no time in gripping the white elastic of the shorts. He slid them down over the awkward bend in Izuku’s thighs, allowing it to fall through a single leg before hanging haphazardly along the other.
When the cool air hit Midoriya’s overheated cunt, the small hare whimpered, especially when Katsuki’s fingers spread his labia wide open. “So goddamn soaked for me. Gonna drip all over my nice jeans, aren’t you?” He asked, though it was only punctuated when his roughened fingers returned to Izuku’s clit.
With nothing between them to saturate the stimulation, Midoriya’s back arched, craning his neck against Bakuogu’s shoulder as a barely restrained scream ripped through his throat. All it took was a few rapid movements over his clit and he was gone.
A burst of warmth spread over Katsuki’s thighs as Izuku came, thighs twitching rapidly as each wave of his orgasm forced a burst of slick past his drenched cunt. The surprise of it all had the Pro-Hero reeling, pausing in his strokes to allow Midoriya respite.
The hare’s chest rose with each labored breath, not even noticing Katsuki’s hand until the drenched palm was held up to face level.
“Oh my god.” The blonde spoke, looking over the blooming wet spot in his jeans, then studying his fingers. “Did you just squirt?”
Izuku wasn’t in the mindset to reply. He was boneless against Bakugou’s chest, recovering from the force of his orgasm. He didn’t even care when he was shifted up just enough to allow his master to unbutton his jeans.
“You filthy little bunny. You did just squirt, didn’t you?” Katsuki sneered, “Made a mess of me too. That’s awfully naughty of you.” He wasn’t actually angry, though his tone implied so. It was always more fun when Midoriya’s eyes turned up to him, wide and concerned.
He shoved the tarnished jeans halfway down his hips, before bringing his boxers along with. “Yeah, that was pretty dirty of you, wasn’t it? Bad bunnies need to be punished.”
The thick expanse of his cock met open air, before teasingly pressing right at Izuku’s clit. The pierced head was translucent with a mixture of pre and slick, easily sliding over the entire shaft as he lined himself up to Midoriya’s parted folds.
The Prince Albert piercing was a new addition to their sex life, though Midoriya loved it beyond description.
“Your punishment is to ride my cock until I come, without getting to release until I do again.”
The words were enough to pull another full body shudder down his pet, before hitting the recline option on their sofa and allowing them just a bit more room to work with. “Oh. And you have to watch the movie as you do so as well. Do I make myself clear?”
Those flop ears bounced with his curls from the force of his nodding, the hybrid struggling to right himself on Katsuki’s lap. His thighs were strained tight with muscles, hardened to the touch as Katsuki’s hands greedily gripped the fur.
Izuku’s little cottontail just kept on wagging, even as he felt the head of Katsuki’s cock pressing to his hole.
“Remember; no cumming until I do”
With that final warning he gripped Izuku mercilessly by his hips, driving him down, splitting open the hare on his cock. From the scream that echoed through their apartment, Katsuki almost had a moment to wonder if he actually hurt his darling.
Yet the lewd moan that followed immediately stifled the concern, Midoriya’s hips quick to grind through the full feeling. It’s been a week or two since they got to fuck, and his hyperactive little rabbit was too eager to continue.
The velvety walls of his cunt seemed to suction to Bakugou’s cock, milking him, squeezing the head with each clench of his abdominal muscles. It paired beautifully with the tight slide, Midoriya raising his hips just enough to let an inch or two out.
Then he would snap down immediately, chirping at the way Katsuki’s pierced head would kiss his cervix. It was no secret the hare enjoyed a deeper fuck, rather than a faster one, though Katsuki knew it wouldn’t be a ‘punishment’ without some intervention.
When Izuku went to rise again he paused the rabbit before he could slam down, dragging his hips further upwards, despite the protest. “Wha-?” Izuku squeaked, before shutting his eyes tightly when just the head remained inside of his cunt.
He felt so woefully empty as the divot to the head caught on his rim, threatening to pull the very last inch out. “Feel that?” Bakugou asked, refusing to let his lover squirm back down. “That’s how high I want you to bounce off my cock. If you aren’t working those muscles, then I’m prolonging your punishment.”
He squeezed his hips when Midoriya nodded in understanding, before slamming the hybrid back down onto his cock. The sweet cries that left his lover were addicting to hear, loving how the curve of his back only further emphasized the bounce to his ass when their hips met.
Katsuki would cant up into the embrace, before lowering his hips in tangent to Midoriya’s rise. It was a wet and dirty pace, echoing the slap of their skin as Izuku struggled to keep the pace up on his knees. The bend was awkward and uncomfortable- until finally he leaned forward just enough to rest his paws onto Katsuki’s knees.
From there he hoisted himself up onto the bend of his paw-pads, before slamming down with enough force to draw a choked moan from the blonde. “Fuck-“ He swore, until he was left speechless at the pace Izuku set.
The curve of his tail didn’t stop wagging for a moment as he moved most of his weight onto his front paws, allowing him to grind and slam his hips at whatever pace he saw best. The swell of his hips were too alluring to pass up, with Bakugou relocating his hands to the spot.
From there he could only hold on for dear life as the cute pleas of his lover reached Bakugou’s ears.
“K-Kacchan, oh god, Kacchan- you’re so big. I’m gonna cum soon, oh god, Katsuki, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum! I can’t-“ He drawled on, drool sliding down his chin as tears followed the same path. His tongue was unable to stay between his lips as each thrust sent a jolt straight through his groin.
Katsuki’s grin was borderline manic as he drove his own hips upwards. “Not until I cum, Deku, or else.” He growled, unable to take his eyes off of the way Izuku’s cunt clenched around him. He was fucking up into him harder than Midoriya had been riding, chasing the orgasm that was building in the pit of his stomach.
“Kacchan, please! Oh god I’m too close, please, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over again, if you keep it up! Oh god I want you in me so bad, wanna feel your cum, need to feel you filling me please, please, please pleasepleaseplease-“
The last thing Deku could remember was Katsuki’s hand flying between his thighs, before immediately the burst of stimulation over his clit had the hare falling apart.
White flooded his vision as electricity shot through his entire body, consuming him, drowning out all over stimuli that could hope to reach him.
All he felt was several moments of prolonged euphoria, steadily building into a crescendo that left him completely dazed by the time the stimulation tapered down enough to be coherent again.
By the time he owlishly blinked back into awareness he felt the tell-tale signs of cum dribbling from his cunt, seeping out around the softening cock still inside of him. It fell out with a wet flop when Izuku rose his hips just enough to put on a show, smiling over his shoulder as his fingers idly rubbed his clit.
He felt wet divots of cum landing on his finger as he worked, dribbling over Katsuki’s softening cock as his cunt clenched around nothing.
“Who came first?” he finally had the semblance to ask, only to bite back a groan when Katsuki’s hands threaded through his green locks. While his owner certainly looked blissed out, there was no denying the mischievous glint in his eyes.
“You did.”
Izuku’s eyes widened at the revelation, before becoming hooded again when Bakugou just couldn’t keep his hands off of his ass. “You know what that means?” He asked, though Izuku’s grin very much matched his own.
“I get punished.”