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“Oh, Kacchan! Do you like this one?”
In Izuku’s small hands is this ridiculously adorable sweater—it’s a pastel yellow and marigold sweater adorned with bunnies, hearts, clouds, and sections of colorblock. Now, it’s important to note that Katsuki rarely recognizes things as “cute”, seldom without the context of his beloved Izuku.
And does Izuku need anymore bunny sweaters? Probably not.
But it does bring a smile to Katsuki’s face to see Izuku wear them.
The funny part is that Izuku’s wearing a bunny sweater already. It’s got outlines of cartoon bunnies all over with carrots here and there. It’s a pale green tone and the outlines are black and it swallows up Izuku’s torso, hands barely managing to peak from outside of the long and baggy sleeves. Izuku’s loose jean shorts are only just visible. In fact, it makes it look like Izuku’s not wearing any pants. It’s just freckled thighs all the way down until his matching matcha green socks and chunky white sneakers.
He’s so fucking cute.
He watches Katsuki with his bunny eyes wide, glittering against the mall’s store lights that he’s sure will come to overwhelm Izuku eventually.
And that little smile, it’s so precious—his speckled cheeks are pushed up into his gorgeous eyes of meadow and there’s even a slight blush on them. It’s like all Izuku wants is Katsuki’s approval for this sweater and only then can he live and die peacefully.
“Don’t you have this exact sweater in the closet already?” Katsuki huffs, pretending not to fully entertain the idea in his eighty-thousandth bunny sweater. “I doubt you’ve worn every single one of them.”
Izuku gives a little pout.
“Does that mean you don’t like it?” He whines, hugging the sweater against his body alongside the other clothing options he’d picked up to consider trying on.
There’s no winning this war, not when that plush bottom lip pokes out and wiggles. Katsuki can’t even fight it anymore.
Katsuki sighs, “It’s fine. If you want it, get it.”
Izuku’s lips slide back into an earth-shattering smile, “Thank you, Kacchan!” Izuku cheers a little, “If that’s the case, then I can try everything on now. Are you coming or are you waiting out here?” He tips his head to the side, pretty eyes peering up at him with innocent curiosity.
He honestly can’t help but smile at the precious boy. “You want me to come with you?” Katsuki asks with a small head tilt.
“Oh…! W-well, only if you want to… I just wanted to know your opinion on these but if you don’t feel like it, that's okay…” Izuku averts his gaze like he’s somehow nervous to ask his boyfriend of at least five years to accompany him to a dressing room.
“You’re such a goddamn nerd,” Katsuki laughs out, pulling his boyfriend by the wrist to lead him to the dressing rooms. “You act like I haven’t seen you butt naked or literally touched you.”
“K-Kacchan, don’t be so loud…!” Izuku’s freckled cheeks are flushing red when he whines to his lover, clumsily following along as he’s dragged away.
“Aw, what’s got you so embarrassed, Izuku…?” Katsuki chuckles out. He enjoys pushing on his boyfriend’s buttons, he makes a living out of it. “You don’t want the whole mall to know you get railed every night—sometimes even three times?”
“Kacchan…?!” Izuku begs with his entire face brushed in rose.
Katsuki knows Izuku isn’t embarrassed of being with him—no, Izuku does nothing but swoon over him. It’s just that Izuku’s quite private with his sexual life. If Katsuki does so much as grab his ass in public, he gets all flustered and tries to hide his face.
Katsuki just bursts into his typical hearty laughter, but he remains more quiet just to keep Izuku alive and to not draw attention to him. He waves for a store clerk to get them a room.
“You can go ahead to any room you’d like!” They call to them, motioning for them to go ahead around the corner and into the long corridor of dressing rooms.
“Thank you…!” Izuku bows his appreciation to them before he hurries to the room at the very back. Katsuki just grins, shaking his head. Izuku’s adorableness is too much to bear sometimes.
“Alright,” Katsuki starts, closing the door to the wide stall behind him. “Show me what you got.”
“Mhm,” Izuku nods quite adamantly, nibbling on the middle of his lip with wide bunny eyes as he hangs the different clothes on the hook, “I think I’ll try this on first,” He raises the off-white knit cardigan that’s decorated with strawberries off of the hook, “Thank you for finding this, Kacchan!”
Izuku had been so giddy when Katsuki brought it to him—he’s been wanting a cardigan with strawberries on it but they're always sold out online. Katsuki got a big ‘ole hug for that one.
Katsuki’s heart was honestly on the verge of bursting after the sweet embrace. “Yeah, no problem, baby.”
Midoriya slides his sweater off, revealing his tank-top clad torso. Izuku does try to hide himself a little—he’s self conscious about the pudge he carries in his waist no matter how much Katsuki grabs on and kisses and squeezes it. Nevertheless, he briskly pulls the cardigan into his arms, the knitting cloaking his small frame in such an adorable manner.
And the grin he holds while he looks at himself in the mirror, holding his arms out like an excitable penguin just about kills Katsuki—cause: heart attack.
Katsuki can’t even help the wide smile that takes over his face. Izuku is truly one of a kind.
“It’s pretty on you,” Katsuki simply hums, looking at Izuku through the mirror.
Izuku’s smile is precious. He always loves it when Katsuki praises him. It’s his favorite thing, it has to be.
“Thank you, Kacchan,” He slides the cardigan off and hangs it up, “Okay, this is the keep side…” Katsuki can hear Izuku mutter to himself in an attempt to organize.
The next sweater is a white and caramel toned, plaid, colorblock sweater with the collar in a slight v-neck. Izuku pulls the sweater on, adjusting the fit of the shirt to be raised because he’s clearly not used to his chest being exposed. He doesn’t seem all that convinced on this one.
“Keep it,” Katsuki orders immediately, that dastardly, up-to-no-good smirk pulling at his lips.
“Hm…?!” Izuku abruptly turns over his shoulder, “W-well… I want to,” His gaze pulls to the white blocky flooring that Katsuki caught Izuku counting earlier today, “I’m just not used to low collars, ahaha…” He rubs his arm.
“It looks good on you. I think you should definitely try something new,” Katsuki convinces, heavily influenced by the idea of Izuku’s subtle cleavage, but also wanting to dispel that misplaced lack of confidence.
Izuku’s sweet cheeks get rosy again and he hurries his eyes away from Katsuki’s intense, crimson pools.
“Okay, if you say so. Thank you, again, Kacchan…” He purrs while he checks the shirt again.
Izuku slips the v-neck sweater off and replaces it with the last sweater. This one’s the last shirt he picked up—the pale yellow and marigold one with all the different graphics of bunnies and hearts and colorblocks. It’s just as oversized as Izuku always likes and he won’t have to worry about the collar on this one either. He smiles a little, turning from side to side to check the way it fits.
“This one, Kacchan?” He turns to his lover with hopeful eyes.
Oh, he’s warmer than the sun in this one. It’s truly his element.
“It was made for you… I mean it, baby” Katsuki praises with slightly widened eyes and parted lips. “You’re perfect.”
Izuku’s brows lift, knitting inwards when his plush lips curve into a bashful smile. He twiddles with his fingers.
“Kacchan…” He whines a little, like all the praise has got him flustered, “Thank you… I really appreciate it…” He hums quietly, eyes set to the floor.
“Yeah… The color suits you.” Katsuki nods, grinning once more at the light of his life. He’s too pretty for his own good. “Don’t forget your pants, baby. You put ‘em in a spot you were gonna forget them in,” Katsuki teases.
Izuku stands there turning all red, “O-oh…! Right, ahaha…!” The blushing fool hurries over to the mom-jeans hanging by the entrance, pulling them off the hanger and returning to his previous spot.
He slips his shoes off, reaching beneath his new sweater to undo the button and zipper of his jean shorts. He bends over to pull his shorts down yet Katsuki spots something that genuinely makes his heart skip a beat. It does a lot more, honestly.
Izuku’s rump isn’t facing him, no, but it’s facing the mirror. That doesn’t make it any less obvious to Katsuki.
Midoriya has white lacy underwear on—it looks like it’s satin too. And it’s so tight but the strip that goes from front to back just barely covers what it’s supposed to and it’s to the point where Izuku’s inches away from revealing himself. It’s hugging his body so much that Katsuki can see Izuku’s print. Izuku is wearing fucking lingerie?
This will not fucking do.
A half hooded crimson stare bores into Izuku’s front, not exactly believing his eyes. Has Izuku always had this? Why has Katsuki never seen this before?
“Izuku…” Katsuki calls with a bit of a serious tone lacing his rasped voice.
“Yes, Kacchan? Are you okay—is something wrong?” Izuku perks up to Katsuki’s call, stepping out of his shorts without looking because his eyes are completely invested in his lover. They’re so wide and innocent.
He’s none the wiser. It’s like he didn’t even realize he’d just shown Katsuki his laced panties.
“What are you wearing right now?” Katsuki beckons Izuku to stand closer like a disobedient child, pulling up on the hem of the new sweater to fully examine the never-before-seen naughty piece of fabric.
Izuku’s little bulge is covered by a thin layer of laced satin, only the front has pretty flowers decorating the soft lingerie.
He stands in front of Katsuki with his face looking like a strawberry, hands clasped together in front of his chest. His brows are all knitted and his lips are squiggled into a nervous smile. Izuku looks so fucking embarrassed.
“O-oh…! U-um…” Is all he can manage to say.
“Speak up,” Katsuki orders, though it’s spoken in a mumble as he examines the pretty piece of fabric, tilting his head with pure curiosity. “Where did this come from…?”
“U-uh… I-I got it recently…”
Katsuki can see Izuku’s clit start to press against the insides of the panties like he’s getting hard.
Does Izuku like that he’s been caught? Or perhaps, the fact that Katsuki is holding up Izuku’s new sweater and staring at the ivory lingerie and his clothed little bulge is what’s really getting him? That’s pretty likely.
“W-when me, Ochaco, Mina, Tsu, and Shoto went to the mall a few days ago, ahaha…!” Now he’s pressing his thighs together.
Katsuki remains quiet for a moment, just staring at the pretty underwear and the fact that it’s on his cute, innocent boyfriend of five years.
What was Izuku’s motive when getting these? Was it a dare from Ashido? It sounds like something she’d do. Or maybe Izuku was already contemplating the idea and Uraraka encouraged him. She’s always so supportive of Izuku. Maybe Izuku got it all on his own because he wanted a reaction? Then why is he so flustered right now?
In any case, Katsuki can feel himself start to stiffen.
“I wanna see more of it. Turn around and bend over for me,” his low voice utters in a commanding tone, as if Izuku is a pet.
“Hh…! B-but, Kacchan…” Izuku’s whine is rather nervous, face still beaming in shades of pink and red.
“ Now, Izuku…” Katsuki sticks to his guns and Midoriya gives the tiniest squeak.
It’s not like Izuku’s actually uncomfortable. Katsuki would pick up on it and most definitely not ask him to do something like that. But right now, Izuku just seems to be embarrassed for some reason. Best believe Katsuki will get to the bottom of this.
Obediently, Izuku turns about so that his covered rump is facing Katsuki with a little whine of embarrassment, and as when he leans over, the knitted shirt slides up past his ass and reveals what he looks like from behind.
Izuku’s pretty lingerie is already tarnished—there’s a spot of wetness building right in front of his entrance. The white fabric hugs his clit and pussy lips tight, giving a painfully accurate imprint all for Katsuki to see. But if Izuku so much as makes the wrong move, his thick bud and lips will slip free.
With Katsuki sitting on the wooden bench and Izuku being so short, Katsuki’s basically sitting face to face with Izuku’s wet pussy, only being shielded by the intimate fabric.
“So talk to me… What do you have these on for?” Katsuki questions, grabbing onto the side of Izuku’s thighs to pull him back even closer.
“U-um…!” Izuku takes a few stumbling steps backwards, making his plump butt jiggle a little. He gives this small noise, like he doesn’t know what to say, “I-I, um…” He mewls.
“Izuku,” Katsuki calls, warning dousing his tone. Izuku knows that means he’s losing patience.
“S-sorry…!” Midoriya whimpers, his hands on his knees as he tries to support the position.
“I-I just… wanted to wear something pretty for you…”
Oh.
Izuku is far too precious.
“You just wanted to wear something pretty for me…” Katsuki repeats, bringing up his right index finger to push at Izuku’s clit that protrudes through the lingerie.
“Nnh—!” A whimper forces itself free of Izuku’s throat, though Katsuki can tell Izuku is stifling the noise. “K-Kacchan…!” He chokes on the whisper, his hips jolting about from the slight contact.
When he pulls his finger back, a thick translucent string of slick connects Izuku’s heat to Katsuki’s finger. So he repeats the motion for his own viewing pleasure, gaining a whimper from Midoriya like he’s pressing a noise button.
Seeing Izuku so wet in such a public space… Katsuki never thought he’d see the day.
“Yet, you’re turned on by me catching you in it…” He can’t help but smirk at the notion. “ Something is being left out, baby.”
“U-um…!” Izuku’s tone is weakened. It’s like one little touch is already melting him.
“I-I… w-well I was w-wearing it for later… I-I didn’t mean to get caught…” Izuku mews rather bashfully, “I-It was an accident…”
This just keeps getting better and better.
Katsuki’s smile returns. “So you wanted me to see you in them when we got home? You were betting on me to take the bait and fuck you into the bed? How dirty of you, Izuku…”
The pressure of Katsuki’s digit builds onto Izuku’s sensitive bud.
“A-ahn…! K-Kacchan, d-don’t…!” Midoriya whines in a tiny voice, but the touch must've caused him to lose balance and he takes a clumsy step back. He’s only pushing himself further onto Katsuki’s finger, his clit throbbing and swelling right against it.
“N-no… i-it wasn’t bait, I-I was g-going to… ask if y-you liked them later…” He’s so obviously trying his best to keep his whimpering voice down.
“Ask if I like them? What did you expect to happen next?” Katsuki asks softly, no longer prodding and just full on rubbing outside of the underwear.
Katsuki could even hear Izuku’s wetness slosh about.
“Or… tell me what you wanted to happen next.”
“Nngh—!” Katsuki can hear Izuku take a gasping moan and his knees begin to weaken.
“I-I…! I-I hoped that if y-you saw them, y-you’d really like them… a-and you’d w-want to…” Izuku never did like saying the word sex, “B-but i-it wasn’t bait, I-I swear…!”
So… Izuku wanted to show Katsuki his new, pretty lingerie, hoping that it would be a gateway to a night of pleasure. What it sounds like, frankly, is Izuku’s attempt at initiating sex without necessarily asking or being too forward…
How precious.
“Baby, that’s quite literally what bait is…” Katsuki chuffs with amusement on his lips. Izuku finding a roundabout way just to entice Katsuki to have sex with him is so cute to Katsuki. “But that’s besides the point. I’m surprised you have something like this in the first place.”
Katsuki bites his bottom lip, his crimson gaze beginning to hood with a type of lust that only Izuku knows. Izuku could probably even see his face through the mirror.
“Either way, I love it on you…. I hope you don’t mind me taking it off.”
That’s all he says before Izuku is exposed to the world, the cloth of his panties slipping to the side to reveal his slick-coated heat. Beautiful.
“B-but, Kacchan…?” Izuku mewls, flinching from the mall’s cool air hitting his warmth.
There are several thick strings of pre-cum connecting his throbbing cunt to his lingerie and Katsuki can easily see the way Izuku’s clit has swollen. He’s twitching and soaked, all from a few gentle touches and simply because Katsuki is looking at him. Katsuki can only imagine what must’ve been going on inside Izuku’s head.
It doesn’t take more than a second for Katsuki to start stroking Izuku’s soaked jade gates with soft fingers, his index and middle running over his pooling entrance to drag the slick to that bright pink exposed bud of his.
The wet noise that slips from his body is subtle, but it’s music to Katsuki’s ears. And so is the little whimper that escapes Izuku’s lips.
“K-Kacchan… w-we can’t… s-someone will hear…”
But he doesn’t move, no, he just stands there pressing his thighs together to try and block Katsuki’s access, like the tender touch is driving him nuts. It must be the way his little dick pulses against Bakugo’s fingers.
“Let them,” Katsuki simply tuts, uninterested in the very valid worry. “You just have to be quiet.” He says it as if it’s the easiest thing! “But I’m having my way with you right now—maybe you shouldn’t have worn these so soon,” Katsuki laughs out.
Before Izuku could interject, Katsuki’s lips are already wrapped around that damned clit of his, his tongue licking about the soft, velvety bud as his mouth suckles on it.
“Nnnh—!” Izuku smacks a hand over his mouth to silence the squeal that wiggles its way out of his throat. He keeps one of his hands on his knee—one of two knees that are both quivering already. Izuku’s head is down so Katsuki can’t see his face all that much but he can surely hear those whines that Midoriya is so desperately trying to keep to himself.
How pitiful. Katsuki loves it.
Katsuki pulls back just a bit, bringing both of his hands to Izuku’s ass to spread it apart. With that action, a beautiful glob of slick rushes out of Izuku’s hole, desperate for escape. Fuck, Katsuki couldn’t wait another moment to lap it up like he hadn’t eaten for days, running his tongue against Izuku’s entire vulva to drag his sweet precum all over it in the messiest ways possible. He leads the juice back to his bud and kisses it and licks it. He’s practically making out with Izuku’s pussy–and that’s not a very quiet activity.
Especially not when he groans with satisfaction from the sheer taste alone.
“Hhn! K-Kacchan…!” Izuku’s thighs quiver when he whimpers oh, so sweetly. He can’t seem to help it. He pants out, “I-it’s loud…! W-we…” And he just can’t get his words together—they’re all wobbly and whiny and chopped up, but who can blame him.
Katsuki’s had five years to perfect his craft. He knows what he’s doing.
Midoriya’s pussy threatens to drown Katsuki. It’s like he pressed a button and now Izuku’s warmth is flooding itself, drooling into Bakugo’s wanting mouth.
Katsuki can’t do a thing but messily slurp it all up just to spit it back onto Izuku, moving back up to Izuku’s entrance to push his tongue inside. He loves teasing the pretty hole–he knows his wet muscle isn’t enough to fill Izuku’s greed. However, he knows it’s just enough to frustrate him and almost make him beg Katsuki to replace it with something much larger. It’s all just a filthy game for Katsuki's amusement, really.
Izuku’s moans have turned into gasps—a smart tactic. He’s typically quite noisy. And Izuku isn’t really all that stubborn, but he’s just not the type to directly ask for things. Instead, he allows himself to be tortured by Katsuki’s tongue, trembling and whimpering on it as it explores his heat and squelches against his wet walls.
But what really gets Izuku on edge is the sound of footsteps and talking—it’s two feminine voices laughing and chatting it up with one another.
Midoriya flinches and the hand that had been over his mouth hurries back to search for Katsuki’s head. His shaky fingers try to push Bakugo’s head away, unable to verbalize his needy request. Izuku must want him to stop before their nasty little interaction is heard. He even tries to take a step forward, the poor thing..
But Katsuki just holds him still. He refuses to back away. How dare Izuku try to shy Katsuki away from his favorite activity, eating Izuku out until he’s crying?
Just for that, Katsuki lowers back down and pulls that sweltering, throbbing clit back into his mouth, pushing his index finger inside of Izuku’s slick hole as an action of punishment. He knows better.
“A-ah…!” Izuku gasps sharply, his pussy splurting loudly against the digit abruptly filling his walls. His hips and thighs are trembling in Katsuki’s grasp and the way his warmth ripples and flexes tells him that Izuku is close.
With pre-cum stringing down and practically pouring out of his cunt like he’s a shower head, it’s no surprise. Izuku has always been so easy to stimulate, so sensitive and whiny.
The poor bunny will just have to cum, even with those two people in the dressing room.
That’s a good boy.
Katsuki can’t help but grin with Izuku’s pussy in his mouth. He just fucks into him harder, faster, until there’s an undeniable squelch from his damp heat, quick and absolutely lewd as his slick continues to drench Katsuki’s face and slip down his chin and pool onto the bench that rests right between Katsuki’s thighs.
Izuku’s pussy is so exceedingly, deliciously loud. This position allows for it to be so open to Katsuki and his mouth and finger. It splurts against the pressure while Izuku’s pants at a raised pitch. His hips tremble and he’s seconds for an orgasm, Katsuki just knows it—he can read Izuku and his body like it’s a book for children. Katsuki can feel his cunt tighten around the single finger, like it’s begging for scraps to get him to his high. He can feel Izuku’s little dick throb in his lips.
So Katsuki curls his finger down to plunge it straight into Izuku’s G-spot, giving a final suck to his bud before pulling off to let his finger do the rest. He’s ready to see how quiet Izuku can be.
Not very, it turns out.
“Nnh!” Izuku squeals, his whimpering voice only being covered up by the random pop song that plays throughout the shop. For a moment, Katsuki can feel Izuku squirm and wiggle around on his finger, his walls clenching around it.
But Midoriya’s knees give way and he’s down on his knees in seconds, thigh trembling. He’s panting in stifled whines in front of Katsuki, but he still can’t see Izuku’s face. He’s holding it down as he tries to desperately catch his breath without being heard over the persistent music and bustle of the mall.
At least Katsuki can see the cum begin to string down from his exposed pussy, right beside those soaked, laced panties that Izuku has on.
This is perfect.
Katsuki just smiles down at his lover. He’s so pretty and useless–Katsuki just wants to care for him.
He taps his lap twice. “Come, Izuku.”
He really is just an obedient bunny to Katsuki, huh.
Izuku looks over his shoulder with his brows all knitted and his freckled face painted in dusty rose and there’s wet trails descending from his glassy bunny-eyes—oh, how Katsuki wishes he could’ve seen his face. But this sight is just as beautiful. And so is seeing Izuku reach back and push his cum-wet lingerie back over his terribly swollen clit. At this point he’s so hard, that’s all it’ll cover.
Izuku very clumsily collapses onto his side, watching Bakugo like he’s asking for mercy without words.
“You heard me, right?” Katsuki calls again, tilting his head to look at the exhausted Izuku and his puffy pussy that swallows the underwear whole.
He looks so deliciously fucked out, so tired and needy. It’s Katsuki’s favorite sight, really.
He holds his hand out. “Come here.”
Midoriya easily lets his hand fall onto Katsuki’s, being gracefully pulled onto Katsuki’s lap with little doing of his own, plopping down after his knees inevitably give way. Katsuki can feel the heated wetness of Izuku’s print press into his thigh while he leans his tired, pretty head onto Bakugo’s.
Katsuki hums to his precious lover, pulling Izuku’s legs apart slowly as he tilts his body to accommodate. He’s making him face forward with his legs spread.
Something about seeing Izuku in this unbought sweater and these beautiful panties through the mirror… well, it just about runs Katsuki wild.
“Look at my pretty bunny,” Katsuki coos into his ear, kissing it as he watches him pant from the last activity through the light-up mirror. “I love this outfit on you.”
“Th-thank you, Kacchan…” He so quietly mews to Katsuki. Always so polite. And that compliment somehow intensifies that gorgeous blush he has across his speckled face that sits in this dazed expression, eyelids all low and lips parted.
Katsuki almost forgot—Izuku is sitting right on top of his cock.
He’s been so enthralled with Izuku’s likeness that he’s completely ignored his painful, stiffened dick under his two levels of fabric. He’s been just as turned on as Izuku, maybe even for longer.
But he can wait. Pleasuring and torturing Izuku some more can’t.
“Mmhm,” Katsuki mutters, moving his mouth to Izuku’s long, freckled neck to leave kisses and bites along it.
“Mmh…! K-Kacchan…?” Izuku whimpers like he’s asking Katsuki for a break he’ll never get, “W-we s-should go… before someone h-hears…”
Right, those two people. Yeah, they’ve been chatting it up and seem none the wiser to Katsuki and Izuku’s little game of torture.
“They didn’t hear you cumming on my finger just a few seconds ago. You could be even quieter than that , can’t you?” Katsuki asks with a slight inflection of his tone, biting down on a spot that he knows Izuku goes wild for—five whole years of body exploration are coming to good use.
“Hh…!” Izuku almost yelps, wiggling around on Katsuki’s lap like the pathetic little bunny he is. He surely didn’t give the correct answer to Bakugo’s question, that’s for sure.
“K-Kacchan, s-stop… w-we should go…” Izuku tries his damndest to whisper, but his voice squeaks and jumps in volume as Katsuki’s lips make love to the most sensitive locations of his spotted neck.
But Katsuki continues regardless. If Izuku really wanted Katsuki to stop, he’d use their discussed safeword. But of course he doesn’t. He likes this and Katsuki knows it.
Katsuki continues to suck and abuse the skin under his teeth, very gently pulling that lacey piece of fabric that started this all. He wants to play with Izuku until the poor bunny can’t even speak properly.
“K-Kacchan…!” Izuku whimpers so desperately that he might’ve been a bit louder than the music right there, just from something as little as indirect touch. He blushes, bunny eyes averted to the wall like he’s guilty of something.
And with the voices of those two people simmering, perhaps they did hear Izuku.
“You see what you did, baby…? You gotta keep quiet,” Katsuki murmurs against Izuku’s skin, fully sliding the fabric over so that he could view that beautiful, juicy pussy once more.
Yeah… Katsuki is gonna have to relieve himself when they leave. He’s beyond hard.
“Yet you’re still turned on…”
Izuku is swollen so much that his pink bud is more than peeking out from the hood of his little dick while it protrudes up and out. There’s so much slick escaping his cunt, the juices stringing against his panties and inner thighs.
He lets out an ashamed whine, nibbling on his lip with brows hitched. Poor thing looks so embarrassed.
The incoherent conversation coming from those other two people seems to move further away, the footsteps implying they've left the area. Even still, just the notion of being caught leaves Izuku as red as the strawberries on the new sweater that hangs beside the mirror.
“Look at you, babyboy…” Katsuki continues to coo, taking his hand over that pretty little bud that pokes out and begs for attention. “You don’t have to be embarrassed…” he reminds softly, letting his middle finger roll around that beautiful clit of Izuku’s with a heavy pressure.
“N-nngh… Ahhn…” Izuku squirms the moment Katsuki makes contact with his pussy, shifting his head to the other side with a swallow loud enough to be heard.
In fact, Izuku is whimpering with every breath, no matter how quiet. He must've been holding it all back before and now it’s forcing itself free.
It’s so cute—he’s trying his absolute best.
“You’re doing so well,” Katsuki hums as he continues to kiss Izuku’s hot neck. “I knew you could do it.” he quickens his pace against the soft button, pressing and playing with it by pushing it side to side.
Izuku squeals and his hips just won't stay still. They rock forward and back as he squirms and whines underneath breaths, like he’s trying to run away but he’s fighting that urge all the same. Regardless, his ass is grinding right on top of Katsuki's hard and painfully neglected cock. He’s surely not doing it on purpose, no, but that almost makes it better.
Katsuki groans against Izuku’s tattered throat, using his free hand to dig his fingertips into Izuku’s hip to keep him firm onto Katsuki’s dick. The slight humping against him, it’s making Bakugo go insane.
But in the meantime, Katsuki is just going to keep playing with Izuku like he’s his personal toy.
Katsuki knows what buttons to press and what to flick and push around and Izuku will respond accordingly—he’ll moan or squeal or squirt just like Katsuki wants him to.
Midoriya’s body begins to quiver, the pressure on his hips soon to make a bruise with all the squirming. Izuku’s breathing speeds up, “K-Kacchan… p-please, I-I’m…” He begs to him, still wiggling about as if those motions aren’t resulting in the swollen, stiff inch of Izuku’s little dick bumping and pressing up against Katsuki’s trained fingers even harder.
That’s Katsuki’s cue. He knows it all too well.
He wants Izuku to get off while in these pretty underwear and that adorable sweater. The filthy actions he’s doing is a huge contrast to the articles of clothing.
That’s what makes this all the better.
So he goes even faster, rubbing and rolling Izuku’s cunt off with a heavy middle and ring finger as if he’s partaking in the final sprint to a marathon.
But the poor thing can’t last but for a few more seconds.
Izuku brings his sleeve-covered hand up to his lips, “Hh… hhnn…! Hh…!” He pants into the knitting when it breaks loose. Katsuki can hear the hitch in Midoriya’s tiny voice and the way he tips his head back and gasps into the air makes it seem like his spirit is leaving his body. Midoriya jumps around on Katsuki’s lap with his back stuck in a curve, his breaths hot and frantic.
How nice it is to have Izuku cum on his lap. It’s a blessing to witness.
Katsuki just knows that he’s gonna rock his world later tonight—just as much as Izuku originally wanted him to.
“That’s it baby,” Katsuki groans to the elated Izuku.
But he isn’t done. Not at all—not to Katsuki.
He’s in control.
So he wraps his arm around Izuku’s waist, up under his pretty sweater of course, and grabs at the beloved pudge around his stomach. God does he love to play with it. But that isn’t all.
No, his free hand snakes its way back in between Izuku’s quivering thighs, pushing his middle and ring deep into his leaking cunt until it squelches with a fullness.
And he just fucks him with a deepness and quickness that Izuku couldn’t possibly keep up with.
“Keep fucking cumming.”
“Nngh!!” Izuku can’t help the way he yelps, his helpless squirming only causing him to fuck himself on Katsuki’s thick fingers. He whimpers and lifts his head and Bakugo can see those bunny eyes cry from the overstimulation, strawberry cheeks painted in clear streaks.
“K-Kacchan…!” He squeaks his beg for mercy, his cunt splurting all loud as Bakugo’s fingers become coated in all of Izuku’s viscous white cum. It’s so loud—if anyone walked in, they’d surely know something lewd was taking place, that’s for sure. With Izuku whining like this and his pussy being so noisy, there’s no doubt.
And Izuku can’t stop, Katsuki can feel Midoriya’s walls clench and flex and ripple. He’s still cumming, gasping and all.
But there’s something else Izuku can do. He can cum harder than this.
Katsuki’s grip around Izuku’s waist tightens, pushing up against his womb and abdomen.
He fucks into that sloppy, dripping hole with quick digits, his palm pulsing against Izuku’s throbbing heat with every push. He knows how long he needs to do this, how hard he needs to do this for Izuku to cum in that special way Katsuki can’t get enough of.
What can Katsuki say? Izuku is a man of many talents and Katsuki wants him to always show them off.
“Hhn—! K-Kacch—”
Izuku’s stumbling and choking on his words. Tears of overstimulation stream down his face.
It’s time.
So he pulls his fingers out and goes back to abusing and slapping against that hard, swollen clit that screams for a different type of release, flicking it and rubbing it with harsh fingers.
And there it goes.
“Aahh! K-Kacchan!” Izuku’s squeal is boisterous and nearly echoes throughout the dressing room. A stream of clear, thin liquids squirt past Katsuki’s fingers, splattering across the mirror and the white tile below, soiling his pretty underwear and even Katsuki’s black joggers. Midoriya whimpers for mercy, cumming so hard that he’s quaking on top of his lap and gasping like he’d nearly drowned.
He’s surely made a mess—and it isn’t stopping.
“That’s a good fucking bunny,” Katsuki growls out, slapping Izuku’s cunt as he squirts violently against his hand.
What a mess. But Katsuki loves it.
He even slips in again, just wanting to hear those delicious, lewd, wet squelches that his tight walls are making against his now pruney digits. “I love making you make a big fucking mess like this… And you’re gonna keep going until I tell you to stop.”
Izuku probably can’t even hear Katsuki anymore. The moment Bakugo fills his pussy up with his big fingers, his eyes go all wonky and focus inwards, rolling back like his soul is being sucked out. His hand makes an attempt at covering his mouth, but the attempt is in vain. His yelps are just too noisy.
It sounds like someone’s sprinkling water on the floor, Izuku’s squirting maintaining its velocity like he’s a fountain. He’s trembling, thighs opening and closing and shivering.
“Hey, you guys okay in there?” A voice calls into the dressing room.
Well, Izuku’s definitely been heard.
And the poor thing can’t respond—he’s too busy cumming on the floor and panting and breathing into his palm but he’s at least trying to be quiet.
Katsuki shushes Izuku with amusement all over his demeanor. He’s so happy right now. This is one of his favorite intimate moments of all time.
“Yeah, we’re fine… my boyfriend is just a bit emotional right now—personal stuff at home,” Katsuki lies simply. He’s sure if he were to allow the clerk to be any more suspicious, Izuku would just die a slow, embarrassed death.
Well, it’s not really a lie. Izuku is crying right now and personally, Katsuki will continue this at home.
Sure, he’s also squirting on the floor at this very second with Katsuki’s fingers inside of him, but that’s not relevant right now.
“Okay… let me know if you need anything!”
“Mmh…!” Izuku whimpers over the loud splurts and trickles on the tile, but Katsuki is sure it sounded like he was responding to the store associate. Little do they know, it’s because he’s being ruthlessly fingered and overstimulated. Hopefully, they didn’t give it too much thought and can’t hear over the music.
The stream does begin to weaken, Izuku probably being rather empty at this point. He might've squirted out all the water content in his body.
Poor thing deserves a bottle of water and strawberry ice cream after this.
And only after the clerk leaves does Katsuki finally let up, pulling his fingers out and smothering Izuku’s chubby cheek with a slew of heartfelt kisses as a disingenuous apology. He even laughs against it because fuck was that fun.
“You did so good, bun.”
As Izuku’s squirting comes to a halt, Izuku’s previously trembling body fully goes limp atop Katsuki’s lap. He’s trying to catch his breath and he can’t even manage a response. No, he just looks down at the mess he made with a bashful frown and glassy eyes.
He might be a little brainless, actually. Especially with that far out gaze and those parted lips.
Katsuki rubs Izuku’s sides before hugging his stomach from behind. He leans his head atop the spent boy’s shoulder, kissing him again and again. “Aww… don’t look like that. I promise I’ll clean it up. The workers won’t know a thing.”
“Mm…” Izuku whines a little, “But… s-someone… heard me…” He sounds like he’s going to fall asleep right there, his speech all sluggish and broken.
Oh, he’s so adorable.
“They probably thought you were just crying. You know, you do that a lot,” Katsuki laughs out. He’s not wrong. “It’s okay, Izuku.”
“Okay…” Izuku sinks into his new sweater. Katsuki needs to get him his ice cream and water before he becomes helplessly sad and pouty. Izuku’s subspace moments are quite intense. He’s sometimes more teary than he is during the sex to begin with.
But, Katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Come on,” he sighs, pulling Izuku’s underwear over himself and pulling him to his feet with a strong grasp.
“I know you’re gonna be irritated with the fabric so pick up some new underwear for me to buy you.”
Izuku’s sleepy gaze hurries up to Katsuki and there’s some wonder behind his eyes. Yeah, he’s still blushing like an idiot but there’s hope in there somewhere.
“And let’s go get you some ice cream.”