Thirsty Work [NSFW]

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“Next up we have a super special treat for you folks that came out here tonight! We know you've all been clamouring for it, so let's give a warm welcome to the young star of hit TV show 'My Hero', Midoriya Izuku!”

Izuku smiled sheepishly as he stepped out from the wings, staring at the lone stool in the middle of the massive stage, lit carefully according to his manager's exact specifications. He could be a little abrasive at times, demanding that everything be perfect, but for someone like Izuku who couldn't stand up for himself for the life of him, it worked out well. 

With his green curls tamed into some vague sense of order, his suit carefully ironed, and his shoes polished until they shone, Izuku sat down on the stool, accepting a comically-oversized mug from one of the stage handlers. 

“Mister Midoriya, it's a pleasure to have you here!”

He could barely hear the host over the roaring crowd, but he managed a smile all the same, nodding.

“I'm glad to be here, thank you for having me.”

“Since the beginning, your name has been by far the most requested for our Thirst segment. Normally we film this in a studio, but we thought as a special treat for our audience, we'd get you to record it live!”

“I'll do my best!” he laughed awkwardly, the cheers finally dying down.

“I love you Midoriya!!” someone in the audience called, and he felt a faint blush rising to his cheeks.

“I, um, I love you too?”

He could hear his manager yelling at him already, reminding him “this is how you get stalkers” and “you don't have to be that nice!” but still he continued to stumble out the dumb response every time, without fail. The girl squealed in return, and Izuku smiled sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“When you're ready, Mister Midoriya!”

He nodded, pulling the first slip of paper from the mug, and for a moment he stuttered. He paused, took a deep breath, and started over again, trying to forget about all the people watching.

God damn, there was a reason he went for television shows not stage acting.

“M-Midoriya Izuku is the kind of guy I'd take home to my mother,” he began. “If I wasn't terrified she'd try to steal him from me.”

A few people laughed, and he forced a sheepish smile, fingers twitching around the paper.

“I, um, I'm glad your Mom likes me?” he squeaked. “Thank you both for w-watching?”

After another pause to breathe he drew the next slip, bracing himself for impact. 

He'd watched a few of these videos, after his manager booked the gig, just to see what it was he was in for. Boy did it look rough sometimes – he wasn't sure how other celebrities got through it so gracefully, honestly. The next five minutes of his life were going to be the hardest so far, he had no doubt about that.

“If I look up the definition of org- um, am I allowed to say that word?” he paused, glancing over to where the host was nodding, and beyond her, his spiky-haired manager in the wings signalling his okay. “Of orgasm, I expect to see a picture of Midoriya Izuku's freckled face. Oh my, you, um, wow. You really went all out there, didn't you Miss... Uh, your name is blurred out. Whoever you are, um, I'm sad to tell you that's not quite how dictionaries work.”

His dumb joke got a laugh from the crowd, and finally he relaxed a little, letting his shoulders sink back to a normal position instead of being hunched up around his ears. His hand even shook a little less when he reached into the mug again.

“I swear to God if we get another scene with Midoriya Izuku shirtless I'm gonna- Oh my gosh, no, I can't say that!” he insisted, burning crimson. “Why would you write that?!”

“What does it say?" The host asked eagerly.

“I'm gonna c-cream my p-panties so h-hard I might need CPR.”

The crowd whooped and hollered, and Izuku quickly scrunched the paper into a little ball, tossing it as far across the stage as he could get it. It almost reached to the wings, where he could still see his manager watching with his typical impassive expression, eyebrows knitted together and lips quirked down, but with no real emotion behind it. Finally he reached for another slip, shuddering a little.

“Yo, can someone hook me up with one of those – oh no – those celeb lookalike porn sites? I can't sleep without my fix of Midoriya Izuku getting pounded into next week.”

Izuku looked over to his manager again, but for the first time in his life, instead of a reassuring lack of care or a stubborn anger, he found pink in the man's cheeks, red eyes glued to his feet. It was fascinating, in a weird way, and Izuku couldn't tear his eyes away, until he heard the host speak again.

“Is everything okay, Mister Midoriya?”

“F-Fine!” he squeaked. “Just, um, needed a moment to breathe!”

“Take all the time you need!”

“Thank you!”

He looked back down at the mug, already nearing halfway empty, and wondered what misery it had in store for him down in the depths of online thirst hell.

“Is Midoriya Izuku single irl??” he read next, relaxing for a moment at the innocence of it. “Um, yes, I am, but- oh, my. Um. Is Midoriya Izuku single irl? Because I have holes that need filling. Goodness, I hope my mother doesn't watch this.”

He smiled this time when people began to laugh, watching them all grin and clap before he pulled the next piece of paper out of its porcelain confines.

“I would let Midoriya Izuku top me. That's it? That's the whole tweet? That wasn't so bad!”

“Do you know what it means to 'top' someone, Mister Midoriya?”

“Yeah, of course! Like, if there's two guys you can't really both- um, you know- at the same time, so one person's gotta be on top!”

The room fell silent, and Izuku's eyes widened. 

“I like the diversity!” he continued anyway, speaking a little quirker. “It's nice to hear from guys too! Not that I want people to post about wanting me to- um, you know. Not that you can't! Do whatever makes you happy! I'm just gonna read the next one now I'm sorry.”

He fumbled another piece out in a hurry, stuttering again.

“I'd sell every non-vital organ and maybe some of my vital ones just to watch Midoriya Izuku eat a hotdog- Wha?! Who wrote this nonsense?! You need those organs!” he paused, staring at the blurred name and picture for a moment before he slid off his stool. “Wait a minute, I swear to... I knew it! It's the same person!”

He held the slips up triumphantly, though he knew the audience wouldn't actually be able to read them.

“It's the same photo and the same length of name and it even has the same shape of blur! This person wrote two?! The same person who wants me to top him, wants to watch me eat a hotdog too? Sir you have strange tastes! I do like hotdogs though, so I guess we could get hotdogs for dinner before we- I'm kidding, please don't air that.”

He turned to shoot his manager an apologetic smile, but only found a head turned pointedly away, a crimson flush spread up the back of his neck. Who would have guessed that The Great Bakugou Katsuki was a blusher?

“My new daily routine includes watching 'My Hero' before bed, and then taking an extra cold shower so I can actually get some sleep. Well Sir – I mean, I'm assuming, from the cold shower, but I guess you could be a Ma'am too! - Whoever you are, I hope you're still getting plenty of sleep! Maybe you should watch it the next day when you have more time to spare? Take care of yourself!”

“You're so wholesome!” the host cooed. “I don't think we've ever had such a sweet episode before!”

“Sorry?” he offered sheepishly, rubbing at his neck again and feeling his curls slowly becoming less tamed. “I mean, um, you don't want me to, like- proposition them, right?”

“No, no! Whatever you think, you can say it! There are no rules!”

He nodded and picked out another page, the numbers dwindling ever lower, tilting his head to the side as he glanced at it.

“I've only heard Midoriya Izuku swear one time, but it felt like my balls were on fire for a week. Oh, another man, I'm happy! But I'm sorry for cursing! I don't remember doing it! I try my hardest to speak politely! And, um, I'm sorry about your balls, Mister- Oh, right, blurry names, I'm not used to this! Wait a minute-” He gaped, reaching for the other papers on his knee. “It's the same account! Oh my gosh, this guy must really like me, thank you so much!!”

He held up the three messages to prove his point, once again remembering they couldn't see them from so far away, and instead turning to show the host.

“See? Same picture!”

“I believe you're right! That's one big fan you've got there, huh?”

“Yeah! I wonder if he's cute?” he mused, eyes widening. “Oh, n-no, not that I would ever consider- I'm just kidding!”

“Mister Midoriya,” the host began, a quiet murmur spreading through the crowd. “I don't think you've ever talked publicly about your... orientation?”

“Huh? Oh! People don't know I like guys?” he asked, realising too late that he probably should have spared a glance for his manager first. “Sorry, Bakugou, I hope that's not a bad thing to say on camera!”

Katsuki simply shook his head, watching with a surprising amount of curiosity for someone who never really asked about Izuku's personal life.

“Okay! Then yeah! Guys are great, they're so handsome and strong. I love girls too of course, girls are sweet and pretty and cuddly, I wish boys were more cuddly! A big, strong, pretty guy who likes to cuddle is what I need.” He paused, glancing again at the Thirst Mug. “Um, that's a bit different from all these things, huh? Well, two more left, let's get to it!”

He reached in, mumbling “eeny, meeny, miny, moe” under his breath, and finally fished one out to hold up triumphantly. 

“Midoriya Izuku's nipples made me gay. Oh! Welcome to the team, it's great here! But I guess I'm not really gay just enough to make jokes like that, you know? But well done on your self-discovery! I hate to tell you, though, but ladies have nipples too! So both is always good, maybe you should try both?”

He felt much more relaxed, with the audience grinning and laughing at his stupid comments, and his smile was a lot more genuine as he reached for the last strip. 

“Lucky last! Oh, it's my friend again! What does Mister Hotdog Fire Balls have to say now?”

Katsuki was turned away again, when Izuku glanced over, and for a brief moment he wondered if he'd actually made his staunch manager laugh.

“I want Midoriya Izuku to jam his entire fist up my- woah, down there boy. Up my AHEM, and make me choke on his WOW until I- Oh my GOSH who even WRITES this?!” He paused, burning red, grinning sheepishly when the audience pushed for more. “Okay, okay! Um, I want Midoriya Izuku to jam his entire fist up my BLANK and make me choke on his BLANK until I BLANK so hard I can't remember anything but the word 'Daddy'.”

More squeals and shrieks came from the audience, and Izuku shook his head in disbelief, reaching into his jacket pocket for his phone. 

“I need to find this account, oh my gosh, is everything they tweet like this?!”

He searched a few keywords from the tweet and sure enough it popped up right away, with-

“Three thousand likes?!” Izuku gaped, pointing at his phone screen. “Oh my GOSH, people!! Do your mothers know about this?! Please, please, PLEASE, don't lust after total strangers like this!! It's dangerous, someone might take advantage of you!!”

“Ever the hero,” the host smiled. “Your character really blends into your real life sometimes, doesn't he?”

“Ah, a little, sure, but I'm serious! Be careful what you put online, people!”

Izuku glanced down at his phone again, and after a moment of pause, he hit the “follow” button before he tucked it away into his pocket again.

“Everyone give Midoriya Izuku a hand for his wonderful Thirst segment! We'll be back after a short break!”

By the time the show ended, Izuku was exhausted. He headed for the dressing room to grab his things, smiling when he found his manager waiting with a pair of old jeans and a baggy hoodie in his arms. It took all his self-restraint for Izuku not to hug him – he'd learned the hard way that Katsuki wasn't a fan of hugs – instead just flashing his most heart-warming smile as he accepted gratefully. 

“I'll just be two minutes!”

“I've gotta go pick up the cheque and shit anyway, just wait here for me.”

“Okay, thanks Kacchan!”

His manager scowled, but Izuku's smile only grew wider, watching crimson eyes roll at him as he took his leave. With the door closed behind him, Izuku stripped off the uncomfortable black suit and fumbled with his burnt-orange tie. Katsuki had told him he liked the colour, the first time he asked for help tying it, and it had been his favourite ever since. Occasionally he had to switch it out for the sake of television appearances (because God forbid anyone thought he only owned one suit and tie, right?) so in his little closet at the agency hung a gray suit and red tie as well – Katsuki didn't trust him to take care of the stuff, he just asked Izuku which one he wanted and had it ready in the car when he picked Izuku up.

No matter what state Izuku arrived in, Katsuki had him ready and presentable by the time he was needed. He was lucky to have the guy as a manager, honestly – he wasn't sure where he'd be without him. He'd been an unknown when they first met, eighteen and responding to an open casting call, just on the off-chance it might work out. Katsuki was the same age, looking for his first client to represent, constantly being passed over by actors for his age and lack of experience. Izuku had known the moment they met, though. They were a perfect pair.

And now, five years later, Izuku was a star thanks to Katsuki's diligence, and Katsuki was one of the biggest names in the showbiz world, thanks to Izuku's acting. Give and take, push and pull. 

He sat down with his phone to wait, curiosity driving him back to that social media account, back to those obscene words. 

If I have to see Midoriya Izuku's ass crammed into All Might underwear one more time I swear I'm gonna tear them off him myself. With my teeth. Your ass is a legend, show it some damn respect.

That was weird, he couldn't think of a time his underwear should have been on display. Were his pants riding too low that day? Normally that would be something Katsuki would jump on, calling for time out to fix him up before they continued filming.

I swear to god Midoriya Izuku would make the neediest husband in the world. Can't cook for himself, does a shit job of cleaning, can't even fuckin' dress himself. You're a celebrity, learn to tie a fuckin' tie by yourself.

He jumped when the door swung open without a knock or a warning, almost dropping his phone when he leapt to his feet.

“Kacchan, you scared me!”

Katsuki grunted in response, stepping straight past him to pick up his discarded suit and hang it nicely, smoothing out the wrinkles. Izuku smiled apologetically, but Katsuki didn't even seem to notice, too busy muttering complaints about Izuku not being careful enough.

“Um, did I do okay today, Kacchan?”

He paused, waiting for praise, but Katsuki only turned to stare at him with narrowed eyes.

“Normally you tell me what I did well!” he clarified quickly, “and yell at me for the bad stuff! You, um, you haven't said anything yet?”

“You did good,” Katsuki conceded, picking up the hanger and folding the suit over his arm. “You ready to go, now?”

“I did good?”

“Yeah.”

“Mm... That means I get a treat, right?”

Katsuki snorted, but nodded all the same as he fumbled his keys out of his jacket pocket.

“Yeah. You want me to stop and get you icecream again or some shit?”

“I want hotdogs!”

Katsuki almost tripped over his own feet, stopping in his tracks to stare again.

“The post made me want them!” He explained with a grin. “I've been thinking about hotdogs all night! Come eat hotdogs with me, Kacchan!”

“Do you know how shitty that stuff is for your body?”

“But Kacchan,” he pouted. “We both work so hard, we can have a treat sometimes, right?”

Katsuki sighed, levelling him with a stern look.

“If I take you for hotdogs, I better not see any damn midnight mcdonalds selfies with that round-face this week.”

“Deal!”

“Fine, whatever. Come on then.”

“Yay!” Izuku practically skipped after him, but pouted again when Katsuki opened the back door, ushering him inside. “I can open my own door, Kacchan.”

“You're a celebrity.”

“You're my manager not my chauffeur!”

“I'm pretty sure I do both those things and more.”

“Stylist, dietician, personal trainer,” Izuku counted off on his fingers. “Personal assistant, accountant, therapist... Wow Kacchan, you really have it all. You'd make such a good husband!”

He giggled when Katsuki's ears turned pink, leaning over a little to catch a glimpse of his flushed cheeks. 

“You don't like compliments?”

“Shut up, nerd.”

He obediently stopped the teasing, letting Katsuki focus on driving, until they pulled into a parking lot and climbed out into a fairly busy evening street. There were market stalls lining both sides, and Izuku's eyes shone when he saw, following as Katsuki led the way.

“Kacchan is amazing,” he gushed, when Katsuki led him straight to a hotdog stand in the middle of the market. “You always know how to find what I want!”

“Gotta keep my client happy, don't I?”

“You're the best!”

He slapped Katsuki's hand away when he reached for his pocket, bringing out a few notes and returning Katsuki's glare with a misleadingly bright smile – they both knew Izuku was going to get his own way. He always did, after all.

Finally Katsuki conceded, letting Izuku fork over cash for the both of them – he even snatched the cardboard tray before Katsuki could do it, humming to himself happily as they searched for a spot to sit.

“Over here, Kacchan!” Izuku grinned, slotting himself onto the end of a bench. “Come sit!”

To his surprise, Katsuki didn't protest. Didn't argue about the number of people around, didn't complain about the calories, just sat down beside him – Izuku made sure he had the spot farthest from strangers – and accepted the steaming hotdog Izuku offered him.

“Mmm,” Izuku hummed, as he stuck his tongue out to lick a drop of sauce. “It smells so good, Kacchan!”

Katsuki glanced over as Izuku opened his mouth to take a bite, staring as Izuku easily wrapped his lips around it, pausing for a moment with his eyes closed before he bit down.

Beside him, Izuku felt Katsuki cringe.

“So yummy!” he grinned, “how's yours, Kacchan?”

“M-My?” he blinked twice, eyes darting down to his hand. “Oh.”

He took a bite quickly, looking away as he chewed it, and Izuku waited patiently.

“Tastes good,” he agreed, his cheeks a little pink again. “You just gonna watch me? Yours'll get cold.”

One after the other, they traded bites, watching each other wrap their lips around the sausage, eyeing tongues darting out to lick sauce from their faces. 

“Messy fuck,” Katsuki complained, when Izuku finished eating and glanced down at his hands. “Clean yourself up.”

He tossed a pile of napkins into Izuku's lap, finishing off his food while Izuku cleaned his hands and face, but when he looked up, there was a tiny smile on his lips. Izuku couldn't remember the last time he saw that kind of expression on Katsuki's face – maybe never? It wasn't the victorious smirk of “I got you an audition” or the tired smile of “we can go home now”, it was something entirely different.

In that moment, Izuku knew for sure.

Katsuki reached out with a napkin, wiping spilled sauce from his freckled cheek, and green eyes locked with red, the pair falling still.

“You could have just told me, you know,” Izuku said softly. “You didn't have to post them for the world to see.”

“Haah?!”

“I'm not wearing the All Might pair today. I promise.”

“Listen here you little shit-”

“No, Kacchan, you listen,” Izuku cut him off, leaning in a little closer. “Did you think I wasn't gonna figure it out? Or did you somehow convince yourself that they wouldn't pick posts from what is clearly the number one account for them?”

“I don't know what you're-”

“Kacchan,” he insisted. “Stop screwing around. Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

Katsuki's breath shuddered, and Izuku felt a veritable smirk tugging at his lips.

“Come on, Kacchan, let's go break in that nice new car of yours.”

“You've gotta be fuckin-”

“Nuh-uh, Kacchan, none of that foul language. Be a good boy for me.”

To his surprise, Katsuki shut his mouth. Wide-eyed, he nodded, clambering to his feet when Izuku gestured and following him back down the street. Izuku had never seen him so obedient before.

“You'd let me top you, huh?” he asked, as they got further away from the crowd. “What an honour.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki hissed.

“I told you, Kacchan, I don't want to hear any of that naughty language from your pretty pink lips tonight.”

Katsuki whined, and Izuku's eyes widened, glancing back at the bright red blush in his cheeks, the eyes the size of saucers. He fumbled for his key, unlocking the doors, and for once it was Izuku who pulled it open, bowing slightly as he waved Katsuki inside.

“Do you keep lube in here?”

“Haah?!” Katsuki demanded. “No!”

“Damn, I guess we'll have to settle for hands and mouths for now. Maybe we can pick some up on our way back to the hotel.”

“Hands and-?” he choked on his own tongue when Izuku unzipped his pants, watching shiny ruby-red boxers come into view. “Ffff-far out.”

Izuku giggled, tossing his pants aside and reaching for Katsuki's next, trailing his finger down Katsuki's crotch as he gave the man a chance to stop him. When no such sign came, he slid the zip down slowly, smiling when he saw the strong bulge waiting for him.

“Little Kacchan is all ready to start!” he grinned.

“Not little.”

“We'll find out soon, won't we?”

Katsuki nodded, reaching for Izuku's hoodie and peeling it off him, eyes raking over the new view. 

“You gonna cream your panties?” Izuku sniggered.

“That one wasn't me, asshole!”

“I know,” Izuku leaned in, nipping at his neck lightly. “But you'd still do it for me, wouldn't you?”

Katsuki moaned, nodding frantically, and Izuku grinned at him again as he worked his way down the buttons on Katsuki's shirt. Unlike Izuku, he didn't bother to change after they met with clients. He'd never worn a tie in his life, as far as Izuku could tell, so maybe that helped.  He settled for button-down shirts with the top left undone, sharing a sweet glimpse of muscle beneath the thin fabric. 

Izuku was eternally grateful for it, especially in that one moment when he unfastened the final button and the shirt fell open on sculpted pecs and lean abs, a waist so tiny he worried he might snap the man in half if he moved too fast. His hand trailed up the muscles appreciatively, and when Katsuki shrugged his shirt to the floor, Izuku continued on to the thickest biceps in the world.

“Kacchan looks so good for me,” Izuku hummed, kissing his collarbones lightly. “I didn't know my manager was such a snack.”

“And you're a whole fuckin' meal,” Katsuki countered. “But I take full fuckin' credit for that.”

Izuku pushed Katsuki's knees back toward his chest, dragging the perfectly-tailored trousers down to his ankles before he planted two quick slaps on a firm buttcheek.

“Does the naughty boy need a gag or is he gonna control his bad words?”

Katsuki hissed at the effort it took to keep quiet, and Izuku smiled wryly.

“Or does the naughty boy want a gag?” he asked with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Is that the problem?”

Katsuki shook his head, though his eyes betrayed a hint of curiosity, like maybe he'd want to try it once just to see.

“Next time, then,” Izuku smirked. “This time I want to hear you beg for me.”

“I'm Bakugou Katsuki,” he choked out. “I don't beg.”

“We'll see about that, Kacchan.”

He slid Katsuki across the seat until his head almost touched the door, giving himself a little room to move, and Katsuki just lay back and let it happen, watching with wide eyes. Izuku had never seen his manager so passive, had never thought he'd flip so damn quickly, but here he was on his back with his bare legs spread, dark boxers straining at the seams. With a little smile Izuku leaned in, bracing himself on one forearm to keep his weight off Katsuki's slim frame, nipping playfully at a pale neck. He trailed his way up to a strong, sharp jawline, planting tiny kisses down toward his chin, only halting when he reached the corner of Katsuki's lips.

“I wanna kiss you, Kacchan.”

“Fuckin' do it, then.”

“Not if those nasty words are coming out of it, they'll make you taste bad.”

“Shut the hell up.”

With a little sigh, Izuku shifted a hand under Katsuki's side, rolling him toward the back of the seat and planting two sharp blows on his already-pink ass.

“Naughty,” he said again softly, as he let Katsuki return to his back. “I want Kacchan to taste sweet, not bitter!”

“I taste like fff- like hotdogs.”

“Mm, I do like hotdogs,” Izuku smirked, licking his lips. “I like all kinds of sausages.”

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

“Not until you say something nice.”

“Haah?!”

“Like, uh... Oh! Compliment me! People do that in bed, right?”

“What do you think I've been doing this whole damn time?!”

“Mm... Damn is borderline, Kacchan, let's cut that one out too.”

“Ugh!”

Izuku's fingertips trailed up a soft thigh, brushing at the seam where his leg and crotch met, and Katsuki shuddered.

“Just one, Kacchan? One teensy little compliment to make me smile?”

Katsuki paused, hand shaking a little as he reached up to touch Izuku's face. It was baby smooth, recently shaven – he never liked to show up to events with stubble, he thought it looked unprofessional. Katsuki thought it ruined his angelic image, too, so he never complained. His arm curled around the back of Izuku's neck, levering himself up a little to look at him properly, and Izuku waited patiently with that same dopey smile playing at his lips.

“Whenever I watch you on TV,” he began softly, bringing his lips in close to Izuku's ear. “It always feels like you're playing a part, even when you're just being you. Hearing you call me Bakugou like some kind of weird, distant client; or watching you blush over dumb personal questions, I can always tell that you're acting.”

“Is that meant to be a compliment?”

“I'm getting there nerd,” Katsuki insisted, cheeks burning. “When we get back in the car and you're bundled up in your softest clothes, all curled up in your seat, I always think... This man is so genuine. He's so unapologetically himself, around me. And I like that. I'm glad I can make you feel... Comfortable. To be yourself, I mean.”

When Katsuki lowered himself back down slowly, he was surprised to find tears in Izuku's eyes, his lips trembling as their gazes met once more.

“You really mean it?” He sniffled. “You like me as I am?”

“Of course I do,” Katsuki growled, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging lightly. “Idiot, you think I just went 'my client has a sweet fuckin' booty, I wanna tap that shit' and there was nothing more to it? Like hell.”

“I'm gonna let those ones go,” Izuku giggled, wiping his eyes on his arm. “That was the best compliment ever, Kacchan.”

“Good enough to kiss me now?”

“Uh-huh!”

He leaned in and planted a sweet little peck on Katsuki's lips, laughing when he was met with a growl and a demanding arm, dragging him back in to do it properly. He parted his lips a little as their faces met, opening Katsuki's along with them, and searched out his hot tongue to find out what his manager – his Kacchan – really tasted like.

Katsuki hummed into him, and it took everything Izuku had in him to not smile, letting Katsuki explore with almost frantic motions. It was like he was afraid they would run out of time, that something would interrupt them, that-

Oh.

Izuku spread a hand over Katsuki's chest, gently pressing him back into the seat, and Katsuki watched him with nervous eyes as they parted.

“I'm not gonna change my mind.”

Katsuki flooded bright red, and Izuku knew he'd hit the nail on the head. He planted tiny pecks on both his flushed cheeks and the tip of his nose, then ran a hand through his blond hair, giggling to himself as the spikes sprung back up.

“Kacchan is so pretty,” he cooed. “So handsome.”

“Cut it out.”

“What if I do it like this?”

He plunged a hand down Katsuki's boxers, dragging a long moan out of him when his palm rubbed firmly over an attentive shaft. 

“Kacchan sounds so good,” Izuku sang, rubbing up and down the hot flesh. “I wanna hear more of Kacchan's pretty noises!”

He curled his fingers around the shaft, stroking him a little more directly, and Katsuki threw his head back, almost whacking it on the door, a long whine torn from his lips.

“That's the way! What a good boy! I'm gonna take these off, now!”

He dragged Katsuki's boxers off and cast them aside, taking a moment to be grateful for the tinted windows that left them invisible to any passers-by – although he wasn't sure that they couldn't all hear Katsuki but that was a problem for another time.

When Katsuki's dick sprang free he could practically hear a cartoon sound effect overlayed on it, just to emphasise how damn quickly it happened. He continued stroking, shifting his angle a little, but when Katsuki began to buck his hips up Izuku held him down firmly.

“You wouldn't want to cum before me, would you?” he asked sweetly, looking down at Katsuki's sweaty face as his eyes fluttered open. “Then you'd be too tired to touch me!”

Katsuki shook his head, reaching out with a fumbling hand, and Izuku stifled a snort in his arm.

“I thought maybe you'd like to suck me off, Kacchan. You wanted to choke on my cock, right? Wanted to forget your own name?”

Katsuki nodded with a strange eagerness, and Izuku smiled as he backed away a little, releasing Katsuki's rock-hard cock. He stripped his boxers off, gesturing to Katsuki to sit up, and soon his dick was right in Katsuki's face as he straddled the man's lap. He rubbed his swollen head across Katsuki's lips, hissing when a little pink tongue darted out to taste him, his mouth opening wide as he looked up at Izuku and waited.

“God damn,” Izuku muttered. “You look so good like this.”

He stuffed himself in Katsuki's mouth before he could complain about the praise, feeling a long moan hum around him as Katsuki licked at him dutifully. He didn't object when long fingers tangled in his blond spikes, didn't protest when Izuku slowly rocked his hips forward, just watched him with a strange softness and continued to swipe his tongue back and forth.

“I don't want anyone else to see you like this,” Izuku choked out, leaning his weight on the seatback for balance and filling Katsuki a little deeper in the process. “This is just for me.”

Katsuki couldn't answer with his mouth and throat so full, but he swallowed hard, and Izuku moaned quietly. He knew what that motion meant, had spent enough time with Katsuki to figure out his stubborn words.

“Fuckin' obviously,” he could hear the voice say. “Now are we gonna do this shit or what?”

With his weight settled and Katsuki firmly in place, Izuku began to slowly thrust in and out, feeling Katsuki's tongue and lips try desperately to please him, his throat open wide for Izuku to fuck. He didn't even choke, at least not until Izuku got a little rougher, a particularly hard thrust dragging a short squawk out of him. Izuku almost paused, but he could feel Katsuki's hips searching for friction, could feel him moaning for more, so instead he repeated the motion, enjoying the determination in Katsuki's eyes as he tried to take it better this time around.

“So good for me, Kacchan,” Izuku murmured, stroking hair back from the sweaty forehead below him. “Keep going, baby, you feel so good.”

He wrapped a hand around Katsuki's shaft again as a reward, gently stroking up and down, his pace growing steadily quicker as Izuku got closer to bursting. Was Katsuki gonna swallow his cum? God that would be hot. 

“Swallow it, baby,” Izuku moaned, when his cock twitched. “Swallow it all for me like a good boy.”

With one last brutal thrust and a hard swallow to match, he tipped over the edge, his hand stuttering as he tried to finish Katsuki with him. Thankfully the cum spilling down his throat and escaping from his lips seemed to do it for Katsuki, because he was cumming despite Izuku's shaky strokes, and when Izuku began to pull out, the warm mouth went with him, refusing to let him go. 

Izuku laughed quietly, gently pushing Katsuki's head back and swiping a trickle of spilt cum back into his mouth. When Katsuki sucked at his thumb, though, his laugh cracked, moaning again as Katsuki looked straight into his eyes and sucked hard.

“Clothes on,” Izuku whispered, dragging his thumb out over the swollen lower lip and cupping his jaw lightly. “Stop at the convenience store so I can get lube, I want to fuck you so bad.”

“They don't sell it, damn nerd,” Katsuki told him sleepily, fumbling for his boxers. “We'll go to the department store or some shit.”

“On second thoughts, I'm gonna drive,” Izuku laughed, planting a fond kiss on Katsuki's cheek. “You need a minute, I think.”

He dragged his boxers and jeans back on, checking quickly for spillage as he reached for his hoodie, then squeezed his way into the front seat with Katsuki's keys. Katsuki didn't bother to protest, too busy dressing himself with shaking hands, but by the time Izuku got the car started and turned the lights on, he was belted in and waiting. It was weird being the one in the back seat, when he was so used to the reverse, and he found himself staring at the lonely passenger-side.

“Sit next to me, next time,” he requested quietly.

“Hmm? Next time?”

“When I drive you.”

“Finally!” Izuku gushed, excited eyes meeting Katsuki's in the rear-view mirror. “I've been waiting so long to sit up front with you, Kacchan!”

“You can do what you want.”

“Anything I want?”

Katsuki paused, contemplating, and finally nodded faintly.

“I think so.”

“Sounds like fun. But first up, lube. What I want right now is to fuck that tight little ass.”

“Okay,” Katsuki smiled faintly, and Izuku hated himself for how long he stared at it in the mirror. “I want that too.”

As Izuku pulled up outside the little store, digging his wallet from his pocket, he paused to smile at Katsuki once more.

“Wait for me, Kacchan.”

“I've been waiting five years,” Katsuki snorted. “I can wait another five minutes.”

The locks clicked around him, and Katsuki reached for his phone, shaking his head at the “one new follower” alert waiting for him. Izuku's public account – Katsuki should know, he spent weeks fighting for that username for him. What a P.R. nightmare that asshole was. 

Midoriya Izuku has the biggest, sweetest cock in the fuckin' world, he typed out slowly. I hope he's done with the acting career because I am never gonna get off that fuckin' dick once it's inside me.

He hit post and sat back to wait, watching through a darkened window for his freckled prince to return, but a short buzz from his phone made him look down again.

One new notification: MidoriyaIzuku liked your post.

Damn right he did.