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Bakugou Katsuki had a kick-ass day at patrol today, if you asked him.

He was able to smack Monoma’s garbage trap twice in a day (it was quite an achievement), was able to uphold, like, four shitty villains, and then have the satisfaction of hauling them still they smashed the ground and broke their noses because they were being incorrigible and Katsuki took the matter in his hands, and had an overall nice day.

It was what Izuku was supposed to hear at their dinner that night, but priorities right?

Although Izuku thought his Kacchan’s day might have been extravagantly made better because of the prioritarian stuff that happened.

And the tipping point of the priority to happen might have probably been Katsuki seeing him in his work attire—lab coats for the reactions he was testing in their home laboratory.

Katsuki had just entered their threshold of home, unclasping the straps on his boots and opening his gauntlets when his eyes landed on Izuku.

And what better way to be horny other than watching your dear husband working peacefully.

Honestly, it was Izuku’s fault for squatting down and enticing him with those god-sent ass to retrieve the tubes below in the cabinet. And those coat labs. Yup, totally wasn’t his fault.

Izuku didn’t notice those carmine eyes, hooded with blown out pupils gazing at him. Until he heard the ‘plonk’ of a gauntlet falling on the ground. Then, he turned his head around, and immediately brightened. “Kacchan!” he trilled, happy so see his husband back from work, graciously not noticing his demeanor.

“Five minutes at the most, need to find the correct formula for tomorrow’s presentation of this particular solution. Then, we can eat the dinner together.” He flashed his smile, and continued mumbling at the sheet in front of him.

Katsuki didn’t want to wait for five minutes, he wanted his dinner now.

He made his way forward, mind already buzzing up. In the hindsight, he knows this is illogical and he could tell his dick to wait for one hour and then he could have his actual meal.

Well…Katsuki is nothing but impulsive though.

And impulsivity it is.

After standing right behind Izuku, he took a deep breath, and ran his fingers through his spiked hair. This is either gonna go downhill or it will be the best sex to be satisfied from after one week of mere kisses. And honestly? Latter seems really enticing enough to shove his logic down the drain.

He ran his hand up Izuku’s sides, and squeezed his hips tightly, absolutely relishing the full body shiver he got in response. Three years and still they get off at such little gestures. Whipped, both of them are.

“Deku…” Katsuki growled lowly in his ear, while Izuku shuddered and his eyes rolled backwards. “honey…wont you want me to have a dinner?”

Heavy breathings filled the room, Katsuki’s hand unbuttoning that white shirt underneath the coat to tease at the nipple, which were starting to get erect. “I-I was-” a flick of Katsuki’s finger, and a broken moan from Izuku’s lips, “hah- Kacchan n-now?”

Katsuki smirked against Izuku’s neck, which was slowly beginning to garner sweat (and also beginning to darken up after sucking on it for an effective time), “why not now?” and he groped his chest, one hand twisting Izuku’s head so that he could properly taste those lips. He slowly rutted to his ass, relishing in the breathy moans spilling from Izuku’s mouth, which he readily swallowed down. The black of his pupil shrouding the green in his eyes, and the sounds from him were like music to Katsuki’s ears.

“Ngh-nhhh Kacchan-” Katsuki could see him nearly getting incoherent at the pleasure which he knew was going to come, “Ka-Kacchan please…”

“Please what honey?” if Katsuki decided to be a bitch he’s gonna be a proper bitch—tease Izuku till he is writhing, shaking, crying and begging to be fucked.

For a moment a flicker of defiance flashed through Izuku’s eyes, a moment of resistance.

But a hand cusped his cunt and even under so many layers of clothing, the touch was enough to break whatever restraints Izuku had.

But not completely.

With a finger on his lips and hooded eyes, Izuku tilted his head upward, gaze resilient on Katsuki. “Lets see..” he said, while his other hand caressed over Katsuki’s hero suit which was still on, and with a lazy smirk, “how long it takes for you this time to make me your bitch darling…”

Oh bitch is what Katsuki is gonna make of him.

Katsuki’s face split into a feral smirk, dick throbbing enough that the want to straight up ram into Izuku was strong—but it was not a need. Yet.

Heated touches across his body, and broken moans rang across the room while Katsuki bent down on his knees, and slipped down the boxers, already webbed with slick.

This was gonna be a hell of a meal.

Izuku’s mind was filled with haze when Katsuki lifted him up and placed him on the table.

It wasn’t an everyday occurrence where his Kacchan would suddenly look at him and be like ‘fuck dinner I wanna have what this guys is’.

Well, he does though. But never in the middle of him working on deriving an important formula!

All the thoughts about formulae got thrown into the non-existence when he felt a long, broad, wet slide across his cunt.

“Aaaah!” Izuku jolted, hands clasping tight at the blonde locks and eyes nearly rolling back. He could feel Katsuki smirking at the sight, and he doubled his effort, tongue swirling around the clit and sucking on it as hard as he could. Izuku trembled, garbled moans spilling while he felt a finger entering his hole. Too much suddenly, but then again not enough to satisfy immediately.

“T-too fast-aaah-” a finger turned into two digits, stretching as much as possible while Katsuki kitten licked the swollen clit. Those fingers were hitting the exact right spot, and Izuku got afraid of his voice being heard by the neighbors. Incoherent mumbles spilled out of his mouth and he squirmed in Katsuki’s hold, until he was firmly pushed down by the hands on his hipbones. Thoughts were getting scrambled in his head, and it was so hot, hot, hot, hot, until a sizzled palm repeatedly slapped his cunt, hard—and Izuku’s restraints broke. “please fuck me darling-”.

Katsuki’s face split into a feral grin, “come for me honey”.

And he came with a cry, “Kacchan!”, back arching while a thumb rolled on his red and swollen clit, and Katsuki drinking up the cum till it was bordering on oversensitivity.

“Mmhm- too soon-” he mumbled, feebly trying to pry Katsuki’s brilliantly skilled tongue out of his cunt, but Katsuki wasn’t having any of it. He grabbed his wrists, and Izuku turned his gaze at him, breathing erratic at the still persistent aftershocks.

Katsuki flipped him, now bordering over the back of Izuku, who was crouched at the table with the paper he was supposed to fill in.

“Honey…” a swipe of thumb on his lip, and tasting himself from their kiss when Katsuki turned his head, “you were going to find out the correct formula, right?”

Izuku chuckled, full body shuddering and flushing red at the implication. He turned back and replied over his red shoulder, “I’ll break darling...”

And broken Izuku was what Katsuki wanted to relish in.

The tip of his cock just kissed the entranced, mouth sucking along the freckled neck.

“Come on honey, get ready with the pencil and the paper, wont you note down your observations?”

A sudden slam with no preamble, and Izuku cried out, the cock hitting in the perfect places at the perfect angle and he just feels so fucking full-

Katsuki bottomed out, hands on his hips tight at the hold, and Izuku babbled, “t-the, the molecular concept of-”

A brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping rang around in the silent hour. And also the broken moans coming out of Izuku’s lips.

“tch. Is this what they thought you in your courses? How to note your observations so carelessly?”

“Haah- th-the molecule of sodium bicarbo-” fingers found his nipples, flicking at them while the brutal pace of the cock hitting right at his sweet spot was too much, too little, too deep, not enough-

Drool was sticking out of Izuku’s mouth, hands scratching at the table beside his paper, nearly abandoning the pencil. His mind was fuzzing up, getting no time to even breath at each push of Katsuki’s hip, and he was maybe truly broken.

Katsuki wasted no time in pressing his finger down the swollen clit, and making firm circles over it. Because he knew it’s the button to unravel Izuku Midoriya, and unravel he did.

Izuku screamed at the overwhelming pleasure, tears obscuring his visions which fell on the desk, and arched his back while writing in the waves of euphoria, squirt covering up Katsuki’s hand.

“I’m not done yet honey…” a low growl was passed to Izuku’s ears, and he whined, wanting more more more more but shaking at the prospect of getting more.

The next hour was a blur in Izuku’s memory, but he might have screamed a tad bit too loud in account for his scratched up throat and maybe also cried a hefty amount for his eyes were puffed up.

And he felt being on the absolute high for that period, body lax and submitted to his husband.

After returning to the present, Izuku noticed he was covered in fuzzy blankets and he was in his room, and on reaching out for Kacchan but not finding him, he whined, and was immediately shushed up by Katsuki with a bottle in his hand, whose fingers were carding through his green curls.

He shifted closer to him, cuddling up for the warmth. “What flipped that feral switch in you today?” he mumbled, eyes in slits looking at Katsuki. “Five minutes too much for you?”

Katsuki only chuckled, arms going around Izuku’s body, “Why wait five minutes for a flimsy food when I had a goddamn course in front of me?”

“Okay. Now tell me the real reason.”

Katsuki sighed. Of course Izuku would know him inside out. “Add your lab coat outfit on our kink list.”

Izuku smirked, finally getting a chance to finish completing the paper he was due to submit. “who would have thought…” and got thwacked by Katsuki, who had a smile on his face all along.