A/N: This was low-key inspired by one of my favorite KiriBaku fics called: Caught Red Handed by Testnight. Highly suggest it. (on ao3)
"I'm fucking home you old hag!" Katsuki yelled through the front door.
He wasted no time in stepping into his house. Eijirou behind him, kicking his shoes off to grab the pair of Crimson Riot slippers he used when staying over at the Bakugou's.
It was nearing the end of last year for them and they took turns staying at each other's houses most of the time. No one really questioned it at this point. It was weird to see one and not the other. Usually, their weekend plans or traveling back home on breaks they would plan it together.
Neither of them had shame with it, nor did they even question it after they got together.
"You don't have to fucking curse you damn brat!" Mitsuki yelled, walking into view from the dining room.
She walked over to them and much to Katsuki's protests–she hugged them both. Katsuki squirming and acting as if it was Mina trying to pluck his eyebrows again.
"You saw us two weeks ago!" Katsuki protests.
"And I hugged you then so fuck off," Mitsuki points out, matching his energy.
Eijirou hugged Mitsuki, ignoring his boyfriend who was still pissed off he had to hug his own mother.
"Thanks for having me," Eijirou muttered, like the polite young man his moms' raised him as.
Mitsuki pulled away, letting him go and just rolled her eyes at his comment.
"No need to be so formal, you're always welcome here. Even if the Brat isn't with you."
Katsuki crossed his arms.
Masaru waved at them with his free hand and set a mug of tea onto the coffee table.
"Hi, Mr. Bakugou!" Eijirou waved back.
Katsuki groaned and walked up to his room, dragging their bags with him. As much as he loved his parents and Eijirou getting along with them it was always too annoying how happy they all were. As if that kind of affection came so damn easily.
It was exhausting.
Katsuki set their bags down and flopped onto his bed, much softer than the one in the dorms. It was always nice to be back home, something he wouldn't admit. His childhood room was decorated in All Might merch, romance manga organized the best he could with the overflowing shelves, all the things he didn't let himself bring to the dorms.
A half hour passed before Eijirou was walking into his room, a tray of tea with him and a toothy grin that Katsuki couldn't even so much as dare be mad at,
"Brought you that rose tea you liked," he smiled.
Eijirou set the mug of tea on the coaster on his nightstand. The mug was steaming hot and Katsuki knew it was made with both sugar and honey with a dash of milk, just the way Eijirou always made his tea. It was sometimes aggravating how perfect one person could be.
"Why are you like this with them?" Katsuki questioned, dryly.
"Because I am the best boyfriend," Eijirou grinned, kissing his forehead.
Katsuki tried to ignore how hot his face suddenly felt.
"They don't even know we're dating."
"Ah, yes, their son and his friend who shares a bed every time he stays over. Not to mention who just fucked him before we left the dorms—"
"I get it."
Eijirou smiled innocently as he took a careful sip of steaming hot tea and joined Katsuki on his bed.
"Oh, your mom said we could order in tonight. They have a work dinner. I don't know what I'm hungry for so you can pick," Eijirou informed him.
"Whatever."
Eijirou sipped at his tea, somehow unbothered by the fact it was still at boiling temperature pretty much. He looked ridiculous with such a tiny mug, sipping his tea calmly. Katsuki couldn't help but stare at him for a moment.
He must have noticed because Katsuki watched as he set his mug of tea down and without hesitation tackled Katsuki onto the bed.
"Get off me, idiot."
"Nope. I'm just being the best bro I can be," Eijirou kissed him on the nose.
"You're an idiot."
"I am your idiot though~"
Eijirou leaned down again and kissed him on the lips. Katsuki wrapping his legs around his waist comfortably deepening the kiss, the redhead happily opening his mouth and letting Katsuki have control.
Eijirou pulled back with a chuckle. "Best friends, with your gay ass."
"You're gay too asshole!"
"We are not five feet away chilling in the hot tub."
"Oh my gods," Katsuki groaned.
Eijirou kissed him again, a simple peck on the lips before he got up and grabbed his mug of tea. Katsuki grabbed his video games, both agreeing on what to play before they even left the dorms.
"I will tell them," Katsuki muttered softly. "I just don't see why they need to know right now."
Eijirou would never force someone to come out, and while he assumed the Bakugou's would be fine with it–both worked on events for LGBTQIA+ people and even did some Pride shows so really it wasn't that. Eijirou just knew his boyfriend didn't like anyone knowing his personal business–and was bad at talking about his feelings.
"I mean you don't have to," Eijirou shrugged.
"Says the man who told his moms when you lost your virginity," Katsuki deadpanned.
Eijirou rolled his eyes, as if it weren't the blond who made it difficult not to say something when he went home that weekend.
"Technically, they guessed since someone left a fucking hickey."
Katsuki seemed unbothered. "Not my fault you can't keep a shirt on for more than ten minutes."
"It was on my neck–not the point–I'm just saying you don't have to tell your parents if you're not ready or if you don't want to."
Katsuki grabbed the bag with the video games and the controllers they brought with them.
"I know."
Eijirou waited a moment, Katsuki might have been getting better with talking about things but he was still Katsuki and it took him a moment to actually get the words out sometimes.
"Thanks," Katsuki muttered.
Eijirou leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Sure babe, now let me kick your ass at smash bros!"
"Yeah right," Katsuki scoffed.
They raced downstairs and back into the living room, Eijirou managed to grab their teas and not spill them and Katsuki had the video game stuff with him.
Katsuki won but only by half a second.
He grinned at Eijirou and really Eijirou was a weak bitch when it came to his boyfriend.
Katsuki set the game up in the living room since the TV was a little bigger than the one in his room.
Mitsuki and Masaru going to get ready for their dinner while Eijirou takes his place beside his boyfriend. Comfortably close, but not enough to be their normal level of clingy to one another.
They turn on the game and play a few rounds.
And really Eijirou had no idea how video games turned into them fighting and Eijirou pinning Katsuki to the floor. But the fact Katsuki let him keep him pinned to the floor only made him want to kiss the fuck out of him.
"You fucking cheated."
Katsuki shoved him.
Eijirou shoved him back down.
"Did not, you just suck at this game, man."
Katsuki pushed him again but with no real force behind it. Eijirou loved when he pouted like that when he lost. If he knew it would get him banned from ever being kissed again he would sneak a picture of pouting Katsuki. He was so adorable when he was mad.
The game controllers were abandoned and Eijirou really didn't think it was all that long before the two were wrestling on the living room rug like two ten-year-olds. Mini explosions were made on hardened skin.
Both oblivious to the world around them as Katsuki wrestled out of his boyfriend's grip, Eijirou grabbed after him only to be met with an explosion to the face.
"Katsuki if you set the fire alarms off again so help me!" Mitsuki yelled.
They barely heard her as Katsuki pushed Eijirou back, losing his balance and in a swift motion Katsuki rushed on top of him. Effectively pinning the redhead to the floor. Katsuki pinned his arms over his head and grinned down at him.
"I win," Katsuki exclaimed confidently.
Eijirou looked up at the blond nearly on his lap and who was pinning him down. Katsuki was so manly.
"You sure?" Eijirou asked. "Cause a hot blond pinning me down, kinda seems like I win here."
Before Katsuki could yell at him because the pink on his face and the tips of his ears was not there before the comment, Masaru was walking out. He was fully dressed in formal wear and Eijirou understood why Katsuki was so judgy on what people wore. Fashion designers or not the Bakugou's dressed to impress.
Katsuki let him go. Getting off of him since best friends did not need to straddle each other while staring longingly into the other's eyes. Eijirou sat up and looked around the area until he found the controller he abandoned for pinning down his boyfriend.
He turned back to the game and fell into conversation with Masaru easily.
Katsuki tuned the fuckers out. He was used to it by now with friends like the squad. He focused on his game for a while winning now that Eijirou was animedly talking with his dad about shit Katsuki didn't give a shit about.
"No way, we watched that movie too last week with our class," Eijirou exclaimed.
"Oh that sounds nice," Masaru nodded. "I used to have movie nights with my roommates in college. Was it the whole class?"
"Yeah, we usually get a weekly movie night but Kats won't go when Midoriya picks the movie," Eijirou laughed.
"Why the fuck would I?"
The fucker just laughed as if Katsuki was being particularly an idiot.
"Cause man, you two always pick similar movies."
"Fuck you!"
Eijirou winked at him. Out of sight to an unknowing Masaru who took the moment to look at his phone, most likely for the event they were going to.
Katsuki looked away. He thought being a blushing idiot would be over when he started dating Eijirou. He didn't plan on it being worse somehow.
He focused back on his game. Eijirou and him played two more rounds before Mitsuki walked out dressed just as formal and over the top as her husband. Sticking when colors that compliment them but also what the other was wearing.
"Cash and card are on the dining room table depending on where you order from," Mitsuki informed her son.
"Yeah yeah fuck off," Katsuki grumbled.
"Have a good time," Eijirou waved.
When they were gone Katsuki got up, stretching for a moment before grabbing his phone and looking up where they were going to order from.
"What do you want?" Katsuki asked Eijirou.
He knew the redhead already said he didn't care and that Katsuki could just order whatever, it wasn't like Katsuki didn't know the fucker would eat just about anything he ordered anyway.
"We could order those spicy noodles again. They even gave us those lime wedges!"
"Yeah," Katsuki nodded at the memory. It was pretty good and Eijirou liked the lime wedges and he was going to make fun of how excited he got over them.
Katsuki ordered their food. Katsuki picking the spiciest option and getting his boyfriends mild with extra lime wedges.
By the time their food got there Eijirou and Katsuki were on the couch looking for what to watch. Going back and forth with TV shows or a movie and ultimately settling on a reality TV show Katsuki liked to watch in the background while he did his homework sometimes.
Katsuki got their food and Eijirou walked to the kitchen for plates and drinks. They met back in the living room, settling on the floor and dishing their food.
Eijirou got excited over the stupid lime wedges and Katsuki grabbed him by the shirt and made out with him because of it.
"Dork."
"You love it," Eijiroy grinned, kissing him again.
And yeah he really fucking did.
They ate in comfortable silence or as close to silence as they were going to get with Katsuki yelling his comments at the TV and the idiots on the show.
Eijirou just happily ate his food agreeing with his boyfriend when he asked if someone on the show was being a dumbass.
When they were done Katsuki cleaned up their food, taking the trash and throwing it away and putting the dishes into the dishwasher.
Eijirou laid back on the couch to relax, taking a moment to scroll on his phone while he waited for his boyfriend to come back.
Katsuki walked back to the living room when he was done. Taking the extra moment to stare at the red haired idiot on his couch. His shirt had ridden up enough to see the slightest bit of the happy trail Katsuki loved so much.
He really didn't know why other than the sappy answer of it being a part of Eijirou and anything Eijirou was definitely going to be something Katsuki loved wholeheartedly. He just couldn't go around saying shit like that, even his boyfriend knew too much about him. The man did not need to know just how much of an absolute simp he was for him.
Though really Eijirou probably already knew.
The fucker always could judge and differentiate any of Katsuki's mannerisms. It was freaky at first but Katsuki at least didn't have to explain himself. Too many people in his life took his blunt answers as rude when they were matter of fact. He was a petty bitch but certainly never showed it much. He just had an asshole voice, at least it was what Denki always informed him about.
Katsuki walked over to his boyfriend, taking the phone in his hand and putting it onto the table before he unashamedly straddled the man. Familiar hands instinctively meeting his waist. Katsuki grinned and Eijirou clued in to what he was doing.
"You're not serious!"
Katsuki shrugged. As if he would joke about wanting to fuck his boyfriend—techlly he was the one being fucked but still. He wasn't about to cockblock himself. Plus, they were away from the thin walls of their dorm room and home alone in the nearly loud blond proof house. What could go wrong?
"Why not?" Katsuki asked.
Eijirou's face blushed a little since he sat down on him and really Katsuki was a gone bitch when it came to seeing how easy it was to get the red head to blush like that.
"We're in your parents house," Eijirou informed him, as if he didn't fucking clue in on that fact when he stepped into the fucking doorway.
Katsuki sighed. "So? Those dinners take hours and they'll be drunk considering they had their car service pick them up."
He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend before pulling back. Eijirou pulled him back down and kissed him again. They were short kisses, communicating to each other that they very much wanted this just as badly as the other; just without getting totally lost and fucking on the couch.
Yet.
"Excuse me for not wanting your parents to hear us. You're the reason we got caught fucking in the dorms or do you forget the lecture Aizawa gave us?"
How the fuck could he? The man was just as pissed off about lecture they were so he went all out for it. Making sure everyone—because why not do this in front of the class—knew it was them who prompted the fucking talking point that day. At least it was after the grape freak was kicked out and MindFuck was there trying not to look at Denki the whole time.
Katsuki rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's question.
Really the whole thing wasn't his fault. He just got his T shot and the feeling of wanting to fuck someone was still new to him. He was used to jerking off every once in a while, not really finding anyone attractive. At least until he was jerking off one day and accidentally thought of his best friend.
Freaked him out for weeks before he barged into Eijirou's room blurting out his crush to him unknowingly.
When they started dating… Katsuki might have been even worse. His boyfriend giving him all the attention he deserved and really Katsuki was not going to be ashamed he found his boyfriend too attractive when they were in the gym that day. He would drag the bitch out of class again.
He really did not give a fuck about it.
"That is not the same thing and you know it," Katsuki went on to explain.
Eijirou looked up at him as if he already knew Katsuki was not going to explain himself. He was just going to buy himself enough time to act as if he regretted that the whole class heard him screaming for Eijirou to cum. Which he didn't. He fucking won, why would he not be thrilled by that.
"Come on, Ei," he tried. "I'll let you do whatever you want as long as I cum~"
Eijirou was considering it, Katsuki knew it. He just needed an extra push to understand this was a very good decision. He leaned down and kissed Eijirou's neck, just below his jaw and then again over his pulse point.
"You really not gonna fuck me?" he fake pouted.
Katsuki knew he would get what he wanted.
Eijirou gulped.
Katsuki moved back up, letting himself get comfy as he grinded down on his lap. Even fully clothed he could feel his boyfriend's half hard dick. Eijirou thrust his hips up before he caught himself and stopped.
"Shame, guess I'll have to do it myself," Katsuki shrugged. "Maybe use my shower head to get off."
Eijirou whined.
Katsuki knew they were both just as gone as the other and neither would be able to hold out for long. They fucked on the daily at this point. It helped Katsuki's moods, relieving his energy and getting lost in bliss, gaining or giving up control–whatever mood he was in.
Katsuki wasn't about to mess that up just because his parents–who weren't even home–to keep him from doing what he wanted.
"Doesn't seem manly," Katsuki whispered.
"You're a little shit."
Katsuki pouted.
"Come on, Ei~" he rolled his hips.
He could feel just how hard his boyfriend was and it felt like torture that he was still in his boxers. Boxers that were sticking to his thighs with out fucking wet he was at this point.
Katsuki started moving his hips again. The slight friction felt good, even if they were both too fucking clothed for it. He was needy and Eijirou wasn't stopping him. Katsuki took it as a win when he heard Eijirou groan.
His boyfriend's hands gripping him harder around his waist, Katsuki smirked. He knew he would get what he wanted, much like he always fucking did.
"Fine," Eijirou hummed. "But only in your room. I am not having sex in the living room where I can see family pictures of you as a kid."
"Deal." Katsuki leaned down and kissed his boyfriend, making no effort to actually get up.
Eijirou just said he wouldn't be having sex on the couch, he didn't say for Katsuki to stop grinding on him like a horny bitch. Katsuki felt Eijirou's hands on his waist trail down to his hips, guiding him down with each grind.
Katsuki knew what his boyfriend was doing. He knew Eijirou wanted to see him cum like this, from dry humping his fucking lap. And really Katsuki wanted to stop himself. Save himself some embarrassment of coming so easily but he rolled his hips again chasing after the good feeling.
Eijirou shifted beneath him, moving Katsuki off his lap only to have the blond straddle his thigh. Katsuki was about to complain but Eijirou guided him forward and Katsuki ground down moaning at how much better it was.
He closed his eyes as he did it again. Eijirou's thigh between his legs should not have felt so good but Katsuki couldn't stop himself. He kept up the movement until he was coming. His body being pushed over the edge before he stilled in place.
"Such a good boy for me, Kats."
Katsuki whined.
Opening his eyes as Eijirou sat up, leaving Katsuki no choice other than to latch onto him or get up and Eijirou was already cupping his ass and lifting him up with him.
Katsuki let Eijirou carry him upstairs, legs wrapped around the tall fuckers waist and his arms lousely hanging onto his neck as he sucked a mark into his skin, just below his shirt's collar.
"You do realize I don't have a shirt for my hero costume—"
Katsuki cut him off by biting down harder. He absolutely knew his boyfriend went tits out for his hero costume, that didn't mean he didn't like marking up the unbreakable bitch.
The bedroom door was slammed open roughly—if not used to Katsuki's dramatics of slamming his door or his parents making sure the doors in the house were extra sturdy since closing a door calmly was not a Bakugou family gene, the door would have broken.
Katsuki felt himself being pressed to his bed. Eijirou's lips pressed to his own in a much more heated kiss than the ones on the couch. Katsuki moaned into his mouth, licking into the redhead's mouth just as eager.
Eijirou was the only one Katsuki could even imagine being able to press him down like this, grind down on him, and kiss him like this. Katsuki fucking craved it too. He didn't how the red haired idiot managed it but Katsuki was so gone for the fucker.
He really needed his boyfriend's dick in him already.
Eijirou tugged at Katsuki's pants, making quick work to help Katsuki out of them. The blond though, was not about to be the only one half naked. He pulled at Eijirou's shirt. Both of them used to making work of undressing the other, getting impatient and ending in someone's clothes getting ripped off of them in the process.
Katsuki pulled away, breaking the kiss to pull off his shirt and pull Eijirou's the rest of the way off. Leaving Katsuki naked in bed at this point and Eijirou shimmying out of the rest of his clothes before he paused and looked down.
"What?"
"Nothing," Eijirou chuckled.
Katsuki glared.
"You're naked on your All Might bed sheets," Eijirou laughed.
Katsuki groaned.
"You have Crimson Riot sheets how the fuck is this any different than your room?!"
Eijirou looked around.
Katsuki followed his eyes. His room had just as much merch as the Broccoli Bitch's. Katsuki just kept all his All Might merch at home, where he never brought anyone but Eijirou home with him—who was too much of a fanboy of Crimson Riot to say anything about it.
"Yeah, but I know All Might, and it feels like he is watching me," Eijirou commented, looking over to his limited edition figures.
Katsuki let out a sigh and pushed Eijirou out of his way. He got up and turned all his All Might figures around. Going the extra mile and turning around the few plushies he had as well.
"Acceptable for you now, Princess?" Katsuki asked his boyfriend.
Eijirou looked around his room, as if Mitsuki or even All Might would jump out from somewhere and catch them in the act. Katsuki groaned.
"I'm going to get a shower if you're not going to fuck me—" Katsuki want to walk out but was grabbed and pulled back into his room.
Eijirou pressing him back against his desk.
Luckily it was cleared off and everything put in its place, though at this point Katsuki didn't think he would have cared if it wasn't.
"Please," Katsuki whined.
Eijirou turned him around and pressed Katsuki down. Effectively bending him over his desk, Katsuki quickly switching into a more submissive mindset. He preferred when Eijirou topped but it didn't always mean Eijirou was the one in control. Katsuki liked it when Eijirou got like this though.
Bending him over his desk, his dick pressed up against his ass. Katsuki whined at the contact. This time without clothes Katsuki could feel everything. And fuck. He needed the himbo to stop teasing him.
He needed it.
"Are you going to be my good little slut?" Eijirou asked him.
Katsuki moaned, not even needing to think about his answer. He pushed his ass back to prove his point before he even answered his boyfriend.
"Yes."
Eijirou pushed him down again, not leaving much room for him to wiggle out of his grip. Katsuki let him.
"Don't move," Eijirou ordered.
Katsuki stayed in place as he felt Eijirou move away from him for a moment. Katsuki didn't complain when his boyfriend had returned behind him again.
Eijirou pressing up against him again. Katsuki knew he was just as naked as him but he felt himself blush when Eijirou spread his legs open wider. Making room for himself.
Katsuki moaned when he felt Eijirou's dick thrust between his legs, not entering him just yet.
"Oh gods, you're so wet for me already," Eijirou moaned. Coating his dick as he slid easily between Katsuki's pussy lips.
"Oh fuck," Katsuki moaned at the feeling.
Eijirou hummed in agreement. "You always sound so good for me and I'm not even in you yet."
Katsuki blushed, thankful that he was laying over his desk for the time being and not facing the redhead who was the cause of his cheeks being tinted pink.
He could feel the head of his boyfriend's cock thrust into him. Just the tip barely pressed into him before he was pulling out and Katsuki was whining again.
He just wanted to be fucked stupid.
"Say you'll be my good little cumslut and I'll fuck you until you're screaming."
"Sure of yourself, huh?" Katsuki couldn't help the comment that slipped through.
Eijirou grabbed his hips.
His dick still so close to being in him Katsuki could scream for another reason. He needed that cock and he needed it now.
"Fuck sakes," Katsuki groaned. " I'll be your good little cumslut."
"Good boy, was that so hard?"
Katsuki wanted to slap the bitch.
Eijirou wrapped his arms around him, lifting him away from his desk just as if Katsuki weighed nothing to him. As if Katsuki wasn't just as muscular as him, sure Eijirou was a little taller than him now but they worked out all the same.
That didn't stop Katsuki from loving how easily the redhead manhandled him onto his bed.
Katsuki was turned onto his stomach as Eijirou leaned over him spreading his legs again. His hand trailing up his body was just as hungry as Katsuki felt.
Eijirou smirked at him before he slammed into him without hesitation. Leaving no room for Katsuki to do anything other than gasp at the sudden feeling. The stretch didn't burn, Katsuki was used to taking his boyfriend's monster cock at this point. He was still stretched from before they left the dorms. Eijirou's fingers fucking him deep and Katsuki paying the favor back as Eijirou came down his throat before they left.
Now Katsuki could feel his toes curl with how good it felt having his boyfriend fucking inside him.
"This what you needed babe," Eijirou asked, knowing damn well it was.
"Yes—fuck—ah—yes!"
Katsuki moaned with each thrust. Feeling the drag of the heavy cock hitting so deep in him. It was just what he fucking needed. Not having to worry about anyone in the dorms ratting him out or having Pinky, Pikachu, and Tape Face moan at him in the hallway, mocking him from the night before. He seriously needed to get less annoying friends.
Eijirou smacked his ass, promptly getting his attention before the himbo pulled out. Katsuki was going to kill him if he teased him any fucking longer.
"Shut up and flip over," Eijirou muttered calmly.
Katsuki was tempted not to listen but as much as he liked his face pressed into the sheets they didn't have to muffle his moans this time and he liked seeing the idiot's face when he came. So Katsuki did as he was told. Rolling onto his back and Eijirou grabbing one of the extra pillows on his bed to put under his back and the simple act had Katsuki reaching for the man.
Eijirou allowed Katsuki to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. Katsuki would spend the whole day with the idiot squad before he would admit all the stupid domestic shit his boyfriend did without even thinking about it and how it always got to him.
Katsuki's legs fell open and Eijirou didn't need any clues this time to thrust back into him. Katsuki moaning into his mouth as he fucked into him at the same rough pace. Katsuki let his arms fall from his shoulders to grab at the sheets.
He needed something and while Eijirou liked when he clawed down his back they could only do that when he could heal before he went to his work study or training. He half wanted to tell Eijirou to get a hero costume that covered a little more the other half of him liked the view.
Eijirou grabbed his arms, pulling them together and pinning them above his head as he was pressed into the mattress, pressed into his childhood All Might bedding like the fucking nerd he was and would never admit.
Katsuki bit his lip out of habit, trying to keep some of his moans to himself. His boyfriend grinned at him.
"Oh, babe," Eijirou muttered. "You don't have to be quiet. After all, you said your parents weren't going to be back yet."
Katsuki glared.
Sure, he wasn't wrong about that but Katsuki wasn't used to letting go like that. He always had to bite his tongue or moan into the nearest pillow, anything to help the steady and loud moans that wanted to escape his mouth when his boyfriend was fucking into him so fucking deliciously.
As if testing him Eijirou slammed into his g-spot, and fuck if Katsuki could keep that sound in. He let go moaning like a damn pornstar as he was fucked so good. As if Eijirou would fuck him any other way.
Eijirou leaned back in for a kiss.
Messy and not as coordinated as it would have been if they weren't a bit occupied with something else. Nonetheless Katsuki happily opened his mouth, letting Eijirou take control. He was too preoccupied to notice Eijirou letting go of his hands. Moving slightly to balance himself over the blond and the other and moving down to Katsuki's clit.
Katsuki gasped when he felt Eijirou's finger gently rub over his clit. Allowing the redhead full access to his mouth.
Kirishima Eijirou took that opportunity to lean forward and spit into his mouth.
The blond's eyes went wide when he processed what just happened. His boyfriend spit into his mouth. He had never done that before and really the messy make out sessions probably swapped more spit they ever realized but this was different.
It should have been disgusting. Having someone else's spit direction into his mouth should have been at least a little bit gross. But fuck if he wasn't swallowing and opening his mouth again.
Eijirou moaned at the sight, moving down to bite into Katsuki's shoulder.
"You liked that didn't you?"
And fuck, Katsuki really fucking did.
He nodded, he might have liked it but like hell was he going to admit it out loud. Eijirou moved away from his neck, still leaning over him. Fucking him a little less roughly as he stared into red eyes that nearly matched his own.
"Such a perfect boy for me swallowing whatever I give you," he praised.
Katsuki fucking melted into the damn sheets. Eijirou moved his thumb over his lips and Katsuki opened his mouth, loling out his tongue for good measure.
He wanted more.
He needed it.
Eijirou smirked at him. "That's my good little slut~"
That was all Katsuki heard before Eijirou spit into his mouth again. This time letting it slowly fall down his tongue and into Katsuki's mouth. The moment Katsuki felt it in his mouth he moaned like the absolute slut he was for his boyfriend.
"Swallow," Eijirou demanded.
And Katsuki did.
He was so fucking close he could feel his legs ache from being pressed into the bed like this. He was grateful for the morning yoga he did with Raka and Tape Face. It really paid off in moments like this. His legs wide opened and pressed into the bed as his pussy was pounded.
Eijirou rubbed over his clit again, making sure to keep a steady presser as he did so. Katsuki barley jacked off before dating Eijirou, not even wanting to think about what the fuck was in his pants until he realized it could feel so fucking good when it was with the right person.
Katsuki came with a scream.
His legs shaking slightly as he felt his clit throb. His eyes rolled back as he gasped for air, letting Eijirou rock him over the edge before he was coming to. And Katsuki couldn't help but moan as he felt warm cum in him and Eijirou's thrusts turning slower and slower until he stopped altogether.
He rested on Katsuki a little more. The familiar weight was welcoming as Katsuki wrapped his legs around his waist as they took a moment to catch their breath.
"Well that's good to know," Eijirou muttered.
"Fucking dumbass."
Eijirou happily kissed him on the lips. "Love you~"
Katsuki turned red and looked away before grumbling out: "Yeah, yeah, love you too."
They stayed like that for a moment. Until Eijirou went completely soft in Katsuki and the mess between them was a bit too much to ignore for Katsuki's liking.
"Shower or bed?" Eijirou asked.
He pulled out catching the cum that leaked out with his fingers. Katsuki looked over to the clock on his nightstand, it was getting late and the thought of getting up was not all that appealing to him at the moment.
"Bed it's too much work to shower," he yawned. "Plus, I can suck you off in the morning."
Eijirou smiled at him. Katsuki could practically imagine if the fucker had a tail it would be wagging at that moment.
"Can't wait," Eijirou kissed him again. "Then I guess I'll clean you up."
Eijirou moved his fingers away as he moved down between Katsuki's legs and licked up his pussy. Katsuki gripping on to his hair as he lapped at his cunt.
"Fucking love when you do that."
Eijirou didn't say anything as he licked up most of the cum he could get before moving back up to his boyfriend. Leaning down for a kiss.
Katsuki happily complied as he parted his lips Eijirou was spitting into his mouth again this time Katsuki not only tasting himself on his boyfriend's tongue but also the cum he had spit into his fucking mouth.
The blond swallowed again. There was no fucking way he was messing up his bed sheets over this.
He turned to glare at his boyfriend. "You are having too much fun with this," he groaned.
"Says the one who swallowed."
Katsuki scoffed. "Fuck off."
"Just did or can't you feel it still in you?" Eijirou pressed two fingers into him and Katsuki really did try not to arch his back at the feeling.
He moans again.
Eijirou pulling his fingers out, covered in a mix of their cum and Katsuki opened his mouth. He had no shame to begin with why the fuck would he start now. Eijirou smirked at him before letting Katsuki suck on his fingers until they were clean.
"Gods, you're fucking amazing," Eijirou mutter dreamily.
"Fuck yeah I am," Katsuki agreed.
Eijirou got up to make sure the door was closed and the lights were off. Katsuki moved under the messy blankets and moved to make room for his boyfriend.
They would get their games and stuff tomorrow. In the mean time Katsuki latched onto his boyfriend and Eijirou leaned into his touch before they both fell the fuck to sleep.
What neither boy prepared for was Mitsuki and Masaru coming home from their dinner early after an unfortunate mistake that ended in Mitsuki's shoes being fucked up.
"I am telling you the waitress did that on purpose," Mitsuki grumbled to her husband.
She unlocked the front door stepping into the genkan not having to switch on the lights since they were left on in the living room.
"Honey, I really don't think she did," Masaru tried to reassure his wife.
Mitsuki turned to him with a glare. "Oh, so now you're taking her side when my new shoes are—"
"Yes–fuck–ah–yes!"
Mitsuki looked at her husband as if he made the bratty little sound. She watched as her husband paled.
She couldn't help but grin as she put two and two together. There was only one person who could make such a loud and obnoxious sound. She would be a terrible mother if she didn't recognize the voice.
"That little shit," Mitsuki put her hand out to Masaru.
Her husband sighed and pulled out his wallet placing the money into her hand. Mitsuki smiled at him and put her dirty shoes down. She would have to take them to the cleaners tomorrow and see if they could even do anything with them but right now she had just won a bet.
She stuffed the money into her bra and walked into the house. The living room was empty which was good. Hearing her son getting railed was one thing but she didn't need to see it.
"Well we know he's my son at least," Mitsuki chuckled.
She turned off the living room lights and made her way over to the stairs with her husband.
"What do we do?"
Mitsuki shrugged, knowing she would be giving her son shit for this for the rest of their lives.
She knew what she was going to do, but her husband might as well have been a damn nun with the way he was looking at her. As if he hadn't gone down on her on the ride to their dinner. Really the whole innocent act he had going for him was part of his charm but Mitsuki couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"We will sneak up the stairs and I'll embarrass them in the morning," Mitsuki explained. "Might as well let them have their fun now."
Masaru looked worried.
"We never really had that talk with him yet—you think that's what they are doing—I mean they could be fighting?"
Mitsuki stared blankly at her husband before turning and walking up the steps. Where the sounds of whorish moans get louder and louder. The Brat's door must have been open.
"Oh, babe," Kirishima muttered. "You don't have to be quiet. After all, you said your parents weren't going to be back yet."
Followed by a gasp that could have only left her son's mouth as the sounds from his room picked up.
"Yeah, they are totally fighting," Mitsuki deadpanned.
As if proving her point her son whined as they made their way up the steps completely.
"You liked that didn't you?" Kirishima asked.
Mitsuki rolled her eyes at Masaru. "Lie to yourself, but not to me."
She walked over to their bedroom, thankfully Katsuki's was near the end of the hall while Mitsuki and Masaru's was closer to the steps. They at least didn't have to walk past their son's bedroom door that he failed to close.
It wasn't quick enough not to over hear the sounds of skin clapping skin and the whining moans her son let out.
"Such a perfect boy for me swallowing whatever I give you," Kirishima praised.
Mitsuki turned to her husband and mouthed the word: "Damn," to him. Who would have thought the sunshine boy who always brought flowers for them could talk like that.
Then again the quiet ones are always the freaks, she smiled at her husband.
She opened their door and stepped into the peace of their room, only to hear a gasp from their son's room. And Kirishima talking again. "That's my good little slut~"
Katsuki moaned apparently like the good little slut he was for his best friend, only friend, boyfriend, Mitsuki wasn't really sure.
"Swallow," Kirishima demanded.
And Mitsuki let Masaru shut the door behind them. Sure, they had a nearly sound proof house but it only worked for when the doors were actually shut.
She wasn't surprised to note how loud her son was having sex. He was loud since the day she gave birth to the damn brat. Screamed every time she laid him down and would cry his little eyes out like Izuku when she or Masaru didn't give him attention.
Katsuki ending up with Kirishima wasn't even all that shocking either. Mitsuki had never seen her son so comfortable around someone. Kirishima was always touching him in some way, arm slung over his shoulder and there was that one time Katsuki picked up the vegetables Kirishima kept pushing away with his own chopsticks and shoved them into the redhead's mouth.
So really it was just a matter of time.
"I need to wash my ears with bleach or maybe drink some—" Masaru groaned into their bed.
"It isn't that bad," Mitsuki scoffed. "We had sex at his age stop acting like a prude."
"Honey we just heard—"
"Oh, I know but it isn't like we don't approve of his choice in a partner, Kirishima is a nice young boy."
"How are we going to look them in the eyes?!" Masaru exclaimed.
Mitsuki smirked. "I am going to the drug store in the morning for Plan B, just to be safe, and then I am going to make them regret ever having sex in this house."
"But you just said—"
"Come on let me have my fun," she whined. "He needs to know there are still rules here even if he is eighteen now."
She pouted and Masaru gave in like he always did.
"I just wanna know how long they've been having sex. I know I signed that paper for Katsuki to go on birth control but he said it was more for his dysphoria do you think—"
"Honey," Masaru whined. "Can we please not talk about our son's sex life?"
"Fine, but you can't tell me those are first time fucking noises, those are 'I know what I'm doing' fucking noises."
Masaru laid onto the bed face first. He really didn't want to think about what kind of noises they were.
Mitsuki got ready for bed taking her makeup off and getting a shower before she pushed her husband to shower and get ready for bed. He was being way too dramatic.
She climbed into her comfy bed and set her alarm for the morning. She was never going to let her son live this down.
Katsuki woke up annoyed.
The sun was shining into his eyes since Eijirou failed to close the curtains when he was up and Katsuki didn't think about it until it was too late and the sun was burning into his eyes.
He looked down to see him and his boyfriend seemingly had switched their original sleeping positions. Katsuki was lying on his back as his boyfriend was drooling on his chest.
"You're fucking disgusting," Katsuki muttered lovingly.
Eijirou groaned as Katsuki pushed him the fuck off of him. His comfy pillow leaving him.
"Kats," Eijirou whined.
"Get up idiot," Katsuki yawned. "Or did you forget what I promised about our shower this morning?"
Eijirou kicked the blankets off of him and let his boyfriend drag him into the connected bathroom. It was way too early for Eijirou but there was no way he was passing up a shower with his boyfriend. The promise of his dick being sucked or not he just liked when the blond let him shower with him.
Katsuki started the shower, letting the bathroom get fogged up as he got to his knees and wasted no time in sucking his boyfriend off. Deepthroating his dick before pulling off, leaving the tip in his mouth.
Sucking on his dick like it was the best thing he ever had in his mouth. Moaning softly as he felt it hit the back of his throat. Eijirou let his hands run through messy blond hair as his boyfriend did all the work.
His mouth really was fucking magical in the morning.
Katsuki cupped his balls as he worked his dick down his throat. Taking the whole thing like it was nothing. Eijirou moaned at the feeling.
It hadn't always been so easy, Katsuki choked on his cock too many times to count until he demanded to practice until he was able to ignore his gag reflex. Eijirou really shouldn't have been so eager about it but fuck was he thankful for it now.
He came down his throat and Katsuki swallowed around his dick. Making sure nothing got on the bathroom rug. He licked his lips as he got him and stepped into the shower. Eijirou followed in after him like a lost puppy.
Katsuki handed him shampoo and Eijirou worked on washing the blond's hair. Massaging the scalp before helping him rinse it all out. He did the same with the conditioner before Katsuki was pressing up against him on his tippy toes to do the same to Eijirou's hair.
Eijirou leaned in and kissed his boyfriend's nose.
"Can I finger you?"
Katsuki choked.
And water got into Eiijirou's eyes but at least all the conditioner was rinsed out first.
"Don't just fucking ask me shit like that," Katsuki grumbled.
"That isn't an answer and you hate small talk."
Katsuki put the shower head back and looked down at Eijirou's hand. As if considering the idea. They would have to be quiet since Mrs and Mr Bakugou were most likely back by now.
"Make it quick, I don't like cold showers."
Eijirou grinned. "You got it, dude."
Katsuki groaned. "You're a fucking imbecile."
Eijirou ignored him and backed him up to the tiled wall behind him. Letting his hand trail down a muscular torso and letting his fingers slip lower and lower.
Katsuki's breath hitched when he felt Eijirou's fingers slowly press into him. Eijirou just wanted to make his boyfriend feel good. He was pretty sure he knew how to jerk his boyfriend off better than himself at his point.
He read articles about how to jerk off a person with the same parts as Katsuki and when he didn't initially get it he asked Mina. Which might have been awkward if it were anyone else but there was no fucking way he was messsing up getting to touch Katsuki.
Mina ended up scarring him and Denki—who overheard them and wanted in on it. So Mina sat them down and after two hours of watching porn with two of his best friends while one of them explained it was not something he ever thought he would do. Dear gods he hoped not, at least.
However, it paid off until Katsuki asked him out he was so good at that and Eijirou had to teach the blond how to jerk off which did explain a lot as to why he was so moody.
He never let Eijirou live it down if he was bad at it so he asked Mina how to jerk off. In Eijirou's defense she was the only one other than his moms he felt comfortable asking and he really did not want to ask either of them.
Not to mention Mina had hooked up with people who were all different genders, and she was open about talking about safe and concental sex.
Eijirou curled his fingers the way Katsuki liked before he went in and rubbed over his clit, taking his time and not pushing too hard. It was a very sensitive part of his body after all. He worked his hand as he leaned in and kissed along his neck.
Katsuki turned his head, giving Eijirou more access as he covered his mouth. Eijirou fucking him with two fingers and then adding a third, curling them ever so perfectly.
It never took him long to have Katsuki turn into putty in his fingers. Katsuki moaned into his hand as he came. Eijirou worked his fingers just right to let him ride out the rest of his orgasm without overstimulating him.
"Good?"
Katsuki groaned and pulled him into a kiss.
"The fuck do you think?"
"I think it was good enough to get you in a better mood. A mood where I can wash the rest of your body?"
Katsuki crossed his arms and rolled his eyes which was a 'yes' but he didn't want to admit that he wanted Eijirou to do it.
The redhead smiled at him innocently as if he didn't fucking know exactly what he was doing. He grabbed the bodywash and a washcloth before leaning down and kissing Katsuki.
By the time they were out of the shower Katsuki was ready to go downstairs, but his boyfriend insisted on doing his hair. Katsuki brushed his teeth and changed his sheets while he waited on his boyfriend.
"Are you fucking ready yet?"
Eijirou walked out of the bathroom. Hair spiky and black skull bandana on, covering his darker roots.
"Yep, Babe."
Katsuki nodded, thankful it wasn't another 'bro' or 'dude' again. He liked it while they were friends, but fuck was it annoying when he was his literal boyfriend.
Eijirou walked straight to the kitchen—as straight as his gay ass could—while Katsuki put his sheets in the washer before his parents noticed.
When he walked into the kitchen he felt like something was odd. Eijirou was too happy to get his food to even notice.
Katsuki looked to his mom then back to his dad. His mom sipped her coffee, perfectly made by his dad like it was every morning. His mom cooked while his dad could only manage coffees or hot chocolates.
This morning seemed too fucking normal.
He ignored it the best he could when he walked in but he couldn't take it. It was never a good thing when his mom smiled like that in the morning.
"What the fuck are you smiling at?"
His dad nearly spit his own coffee out and quickly got up. "I have a—uh—meeting."
Katsuki really didn't want to know. It was the weekend, since when did they have meetings on the weekend?
His mom just shrugged and took another sip of her coffee.
"Kats, can you make those egg omelets we made the other day?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki looked at his mom again but she was looking back at the magazine on the table to notice. He nodded to his boyfriend and got the ingredients out a while.
Eijirou talked about calling his moms later and about the new merch he bought for some of their friends. Katsuki was used to it by now, only half processing what he was even saying. Eijirou might not have been much of a morning person but once he was up Katsuki felt like he secretly downed three espressos.
Eijirou grabbed their plates and Katsuki dished their food.
"Wanna go for a hike after we eat?"
Katsuki nodded. "Sure, you pick this time I am not listening to you bitch about taking too long."
Eijirou smiled when he handed over his plate and it was enough that Katsuki forgot about his mom's weird behavior.
It was short lived though. They sat down at the table, eating half their food before the Hag spoke up looking over to Katsuki as she did so.
"Oh, I got you something this morning."
She got up and walked over to get her purse, Katsuki let his guard down as he took a bite of his omelet.
Eijirou took a sip of his orange juice and cringed at the taste. Katsuki didn't understand why he didn't learn to either stop drinking orange juice right after he brushed his teeth or to brush his teeth after breakfast.
"Hand," the hag demanded.
Katsuki chewed and put his hand out and felt his mother drop something small into his palm.
He looked down at what it was and paused.
His body went cold as he looked down at the small white pill.
"Oh good, you know what it is," she muttered. "How comforting and concerning."
He knew what it was.
Katsuki had to get one from Recovery Girl in second year when he was freaking out about his absolute idiot of a boyfriend who broke the fucking condom by accident . The main reason he asked to be put on birth control because like fuck was he letting anything happen.
Eijirou looked up and he must have clued in on what it was because he was choking on his orange juice.
"Just thought it would be useful for you," Mitsuki muttered casually. As if she didn't just hand him the morning after pill over breakfast.
"How?" Katsuki didn't know how she even fucking knew. He was careful not to say shit to them and really why would he tell his parents about his sex life when his dad tried to give him the talk twice and freaked out and took him to the movies instead.
"Waitress last night was a total bitch and spilled a drink on my new shoes so we came home early," Mitsuki answered with that same terrifying smile.
Oh.
Oh.
Eijirou's face turned as red as his hair.
"How much did you hear?" Katsuki asked blankly.
"Not much," she smiled. "Now take the pill Kirishima's good little slut."
"You bitc—"
Eijirou covered his mouth.
"We're so sorry we thought—" Eijirou stopped himself unsure where the hell he was going with that.
Katsuki slapped his hand away and he took the damn pill before he looked over to his mom.
"I am not sorry, so what?! I am proof she had sex—as disgusting as a thought that it is—I have nothing to be sorry for."
Mitsuki sighed. "You're right, but next time shut the damn door Brat. Our house is only so sound proof."
She then looked over to the both of them and smiled a bit more genuinely. "Also, thank you for winning me a new pair of shoes. I assumed you two were a thing put didn't think you would let someone fuck you—"
"We are not talking about this," Katsuki cut her off.
"Don't mess this up," Mitsuki muttered.
"I won't," Eijirou reassured her.
"I was talking to my son," Mitsuki said, looking at Katsuki before turning to the redhead. "Kirishima, you're great son-in-law material."
And if Eijirou and Katsuki went on their hike early and avoided eye contact with the Bakugou's for the rest of the trip—Masaru doing the same—then Katsuki and Eijirou sure as fuck were not going to point it out.
Katsuki just knows his damn mother will never let him live this down.
THE END