Agreeing to go out was a bad idea to begin with.

Katsuki knew it.

Eijirou knew it.

Every time that he agrees to go out with his idiots he comes to regret it. Even if Eijirou reads him well enough to know when they need to leave or if he needs to get some air. The club vibe was not for Katsuki.

It was loud.

People were pushy.

And he hated the smells.

He was usually the designated driver so alcohol wasn't even an option to forget some of the annoyances he had with, well, everything about being outside his apartment past eleven at night.

Though tonight Eijirou took over and offered to drive, renting a car to fit them and drive to the club out of town a little since they had better drinks, and Mina and Denki insisted the DJ was recommended by both Jirou and Present Mic on their radio show.

So they went.

"You just want to see me drunk," Katsuki mumbled.

"No I want you to have fun, if you drink that is all on you, babe," Eijirou kissed his forehead.

Katsuki eyed him when he pulled back. It was no secret that Katsuki was a clingy drunk. Their days in U.A. informed them all of that. How he would always end up in Eijirou's lap. How he had to be touching the red-haired idiot at all times or he would throw a total fit.

And how he was a massive flirt when he was drunk.

Katsuki would never live down the time Mina recorded him asking Eijirou out, saying how hot he was only to end up crying when Eijirou laughed at him and said he had a boyfriend (him) and having to comfort Katsuki after that.

So drinking was reserved when he was alone or with just Eijirou, now that they were pro heroes he didn't need the world knowing number one was a total flirt with his fiancé after one margarita.

Plus he never drank all that much anyway so it wasn't like it was some big issue. However, with two of his friends yelling as if in competition with an air horn—he downed his third shot and got up to order a fruity drink knowing they had way more alcohol in, plus he hated the taste of alcohol.

When he got back to the table his buzz leveled out his anger at being dragged along to the club in the first place.

Eijirou was laughing at Denki and Hanta who were trying to see how many shot glasses they could balance on their sleeping boyfriend.

Shinsou was out cold.

Hero work the night before and unable to say no to one let alone both of his boyfriends he tagged along only to down one shot and pass the fuck out on the table.

"You doing good?" Eijirou asked once he noticed Katsuki returned.

Katsuki downed his drink.

"Peachy." He didn't know if he was talking about the drink or answering his fiancé, either way, he let his hand rest on Eijirou's knee.

"Yep, you're definitely getting there," Eijirou laughed.

"Oooh is Bakubabe being a hoe?" Mina grinned.

Katsuki gave her the finger with his free hand, letting his other hand trail up Eijirou's thigh—fuck he forgot how much he loved his thighs.

They were so muscular.

He could crush his head between them.

Yep, Katsuki was definitely getting there.

So why not give in?

Maybe not the best idea, but it was what Katsuki went with anyway.

By the time Katsuki was out on the dance floor he was drunk enough not to give a shit. He pulled Eijirou along with him, pushing his way past annoying extras. The music was loud, flashing lights and vibrant colors he would have found annoying but at the moment it only made him pull Eijirou closer.

Moving with the music he turned around pressing up against his fiancé grinding against the man as if they were two random people in the club and not two pro heroes—two pro heroes who were in the top ten.

Eijirou being the sober one of the two was all stupid smiles seeing his fiancé having fun.

Katsuki had forgotten how many drinks he had. All he knew was that it was enough not to care about the bodies bumping into him, only caring about the feeling of his fiancé grinding with him, half hard from Katsuki's antics.

The blond had one mission in mind. Sure, he was a pro hero and whatnot, but he also couldn't stop thinking about the cock at fit him so fucking well. He knew he could talk Eijirou into it, the redhead always gave him what he wanted. And if not now, if it made Eijirou truly uncomfortable Katsuki knew he would still get the attention he deserved when they went home.

But he had to at least try.

Katsuki turned to face his future husband. His hands pulled him in by the waist and the blond momentarily forgot what he was trying to do, getting lost in his dorky smile. Katsuki leaned up slightly, only a foot shorter than the redhead, and pulled him closer.

Eijirou looked like he was about to say something but Katsuki was tilting his head and leaning in and while Eijirou was surprised he kissed him back. Even when Katsuki slipped his tongue past parted lips eagerly wanting more.

Gods, he fucking loved kissing Eijirou. Sharp teeth he could trace his tongue along, so used to how they felt, or how Eijirou kissed him back, sucking on his tongue piercing, and fuck. Katsuki was pretty sure he could cum from just making out at this point. His shorts were uncomfortable, getting wetter as he felt Eijirou's hands on his ass.

Eijirou licked into his mouth, brushing over his tongue, the contact making Katsuki moan. It definitely should not have felt as good as it did given how much he hated PDA but dear gods he couldn't help it.

He felt so fucking powerful like this. Knowing Eijirou was sober, but practically getting drunk off of him. He knew Eijirou would do anything he wanted.

So he pulled back.

Loving the sight of Eijirou chasing after his lips for another kiss.

Katsuki smirked. "Wanna try something."

The club was loud but Eijirou seemed to hear him and nodded. Katsuki was clumsy, taking his hand again and leading him away from the crowd the best he could. The club they were at was packed at this point and if he were sober he would probably kill their friends for picking such a busy night to go out but right now all he could think about was getting to cum.

He led Eijirou over to a space near the corner of the room, it was dark enough to hide him fairly well and people were a distance away enough, drinking, dancing, too oblivious to the two pro heroes so close together.

Katsuki leaned against the wall, pulling Eijirou in by the belt, guiding his fiancé's hands where he wanted them for now. Squishing his ass so well, his hands felt like they were meant to be touching him all the time.

"Fuck, Tsuki," Eijirou whined.

He pressed one of his legs between Katsuki's thighs. With the way they were standing, it was subtle enough for Katsuki to grind down onto Eijirou's thigh, not that he would have been too concerned about being discreet at this point.

He had little shame on a good day.

Drunk on a Saturday night or what was probably a Sunday morning by now, Katsuki was easily unashamed with what he did.

He was with the hottest person—other than himself—and why shouldn't he fucking cum. His mouth tasted like the alcohol he was drinking and the vague mintiness from the mints Eijirou had been eating half the night.

But he wanted more.

He looked up to Eijirou, puppy dog eyes being played up as he pouted.

"Ei~" he whined.

It was all he had to say to have the redhead where he wanted him—just with more clothes than he would have liked. The booty shorts he was wearing felt all too fucking wet at the moment.

"Fuck me," Katsuki demanded.

Eijirou's eyes widened apparently not thinking that was where Katsuki was going with all of this. It only made the blond want to pull the idiot in and kiss him again.

"Kats you've had too much to—"

Katsuki shook his head.

Yes, he had too much to drink and was probably too drunk to think his idea through but he fucking wanted what he wanted.

So what?!

He wanted his fiancé to fuck him.

Now.

So he looked behind Eijirou and sighed. "If you won't I will find someone who—"

Eijirou pushed him back rough enough to get a moan out of the blond. He smirked at the redhead. They both knew it was a bluff. Katsuki hated everyone even when he was drunk, plus he was very much a demisexual who was in a monogamous relationship. There was not enough alcohol in the world to get him to cheat or even literally sleep with a stranger.

But it got Eijirou leaning in closer. His mouth was right by his ear and Katsuki was pretty sure he whined when he heard Eijirou's voice.

"Bad boys don't get fucked," the redhead reminded.

Fuck.

Katsuki felt empty.

He wasn't even sure why he was so horny but the thought of waiting was literal torcher. If the villains used Eijirou and his dick over him, Katsuki would cave in seconds.

"Ei I need you" Katsuki whined.

Eijirou looked at him for a moment, actually thinking about it. Katsuki watched his eyes trail over him like they did right before he fucked him, as he was picturing it. Seeing Katsuki naked and taking his cock so well. His eyes glazed over with lust, pupils bigger as he was so close to caving into Katsuki's demand.

So close.

"You can show them how good you fuck me~" Katsuki pushed, his hand coming down to cup Eijirou's dick. His pants getting tighter already and with his dick hardening the more Katsuki's hand remained where it was.

Fuck, Katsuki could lick it.

Eijirou groaned. "You're a damn menace."

"Does that mean—"

Katsuki led Eijirou's hand to his own waistband.

Eijirou pushed past the fabric, letting his hand trail down—Katsuki smirked when Eijirou noticed his lack of underwear. He didn't plan for it but with the shorts, Mina threw at him to wear the only pair of underwear that didn't peek through. The short shorts were short enough only the few thongs he had would work with them—and he did not feel like being overstimulated all night.

Eijirou moaned as he pressed his fingers lower, letting them get covered completely by Katsuki's soaking cunt. "Oh fuck babe."

Katsuki relaxed into the touch leaning in and kissing Eijirou's neck as the redhead blocked him in. Katsuki's back pressed up against the wall behind him. The two totally lost in one another the people around them not seeming to pay the two attention.

Eijirou's broad shoulders keep the fact his hand was down the blond's pants unknown as Katsuki sucked a mark into Eijirou's neck.

Katsuki was biting down a little harder than he normally would have when he felt Eijirou rub over his clit. He couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, rocking his pussy down onto Eijirou's hand. Thick fingers rubbed down his pussy until he finally thrust two fingers inside.

Katsuki's head hit the wall behind them as he cried out, his moan was mostly covered by the music but he didn't really care because Eijirou was pulling his hand back all too fast.

The blond could have whined at the loss of contact.

"You really want me to do this?" Eijirou asked, looking at his pouting fiancé.

Katsuki nodded enthusiastically.

Eijirou looked around at the people dancing, and chattering, all around them; lost in their own worlds, looked unbothered by either of them.

Katsuki pressed his lips back to Eijirou's neck, licking over the marks he made.

"Come on, Eiji," Katsuki whined. "Want you inside."

Eijirou caved.

Katsuki felt himself being lifted up, Eijirou holding him up with one arm as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

"Fuck," Katsuki moaned.

He loved how strong he was.

It was so fucking hot.

Eijirou unbuttoned his own pants and undid his belt, pulling his underwear down enough for his dick and balls. Katsuki was too distracted to notice Eijirou's free hand to slip between him and rip the crotch of his shorts enough to pull them to the side, giving him full access to Katsuki's perfect cunt.

"So fucking impatient that you can't wait until we get home for me to fuck you stupid," Eijirou muttered.

Katsuki moaned as Eijirou lined himself up. Katsuki could have practically cum when he felt Eijirou press into him.

It felt so good.

He fucking needed it.

He was too drunk to care about the people who were most likely starting to notice them by now. Katsuki was not a quiet person in general.

Sex was not an exception.

Katsuki looked over Eijirou's shoulder and moaned when he noticed a few people looking at him.

Fuck.

He wasn't Denki. He wasn't some perv who got off by having sex in public but here he was. Wrapped around Eijirou and unable to care about the people watching them.

Seeing how good he took Eijirou or even how lucky he was to have the literal perfect fiancé who could fuck him too well.

Yet, somehow the eyes watching them only made Katsuki feel even hotter.

Eijirou fucking him deep, head buried in the crook of Katsuki's neck. Each moan was perfect for Katsuki to hear.

Katsuki's vision blurred a little as he held onto Eijirou's shoulders, while the redhead kept him pressed to the wall as he pounded into him.

"You're such a bitch when you're drunk," Eijirou grunted.

And really even sober Katsuki would have admitted that. He hummed in agreement. His brain was being fucked out of him, he didn't really fucking care about much else.

"Begging to be ruined right here," Eijirou moaned.

He pulled back from his neck, enough to look Katsuki in the eyes as he smirked.

"How many people do you think are recording us?" Eijirou asked fucking him even harder after that.

His mouth was on his neck sucking a mark just below his ear.

Katsuki was gasping, cursing, or just blatantly muttering drunken gibberish.

"All these people here to see your tight little pussy stretched and bread full," Eijirou muttered next to his ear.

Katsuki came at the thought.

His vision blacking out to cheers as his body tenses for a moment before relaxing completely into Eijirou. Music so loud he almost missed Eijirou saying: "you fucking little shit, ah—"

But Katsuki felt it seconds later when the redhead came, filling him up so perfectly. Thrusting into him a few more times, fucking the cum into him as Katsuki moaned at the feeling. He was on cloud nine.

He felt so damn good.

"Love you," he slurred.

Eijirou rested his hand on Katsuki's shoulder, hiding from the people around him.

"I can't believe we just did that," Eijirou mumbled. "You are going to kill me when you're sober."

Katsuki pulled him away from his neck enough to kiss him. Getting a bit distracted as he opened his mouth messily kissing Eijirou just as needy as he usually did.

He pulled back remembering what he was going to say.

"I wouldn't kill you, the dick is too good," Katsuki mumbled, seriously.

Eijirou laughed. "Is that all I am, a good dick?"

Katsuki nodded his head.

"It's a fucking great dick," Katsuki corrected. "Stupid sunshine smile too and fucking caring, sappy idiot. Fuck you."

Eijirou kissed his forehead. "Love you too, babe."

When Eijirou finally pulled out he did his best to fix Katsuki's tight shorts before he managed to tuck himself back into his own pants.

Katsuki seemed like he was fine to walk but kept a hold of Eijirou so they didn't get lost in the crowd as they looked for their friends at the bar.

Mina looked them up and down somehow already knowing their sins and rolling her eyes at them.

"You didn't?" she asked.

Katsuki grinned, much like he did when he won a fight. Victorious and bright. Though this time he pointed to his shorts and how he very visibly had cum running down his leg. The redhead always came so fucking much that they had to use condoms most of the time so they didn't keep messing up the sheets. But Katsuki loved it when he came inside.

It felt dirty and gross and like the best fucking thing ever.

And he got rid of the working parts to make his horny thoughts a problem for him in about nine months. Katsuki was too fucking happy to get rid of his uterus and Eijirou using him as a cumdump and not having to freak out about it was just an unexpected added bonus.

The rest of their friends looked at Katsuki with wide eyes and then over to Eijirou whose face was as red as his hair.

"Holy shit!" Hanta muttered when they noticed.

"Ooooh, Kacchan got it," Denki high-fived him.

"I am too fucking sober for this," Shinsou grumbled.

Eijirou nodded to the last comment, rubbing his neck nervously. "Yeah, me too."

He was really regretting being the designated driver at the moment. At least if he was drinking he could just blame his decision on that and not how quickly he caved the moment Katsuki said his name.

Mina grinned at them. "You little sluts—I mean that affectionately—are so going viral."

"We are not," Eijirou groaned.

Katsuki grinned. "We definitely are. I tainted the sunshine hero~"

Eijirou sighed, hoping his fiancé was wrong for once. He covered the blond's mouth to get him to stop. He did not need to hear about his reputation, he just gotten ranked number five.

"I have a kids reading to do in a week, this is not the time," Eijirou muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Katsuki shook him off, taking one of Eijirou's fingers into his mouth. Making it known just how good he could be at sucking other things.

"Damn he is a hoe," Denki muttered, amused.

Katsuki pulled back from Eijirou and leaned over to Denki as if it were some kind of secret.

"Only for my Eijirou," Katsuki informed them.

Mina had a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, only for your Eijirou, babe."

Eijirou grabbed his wrist and pulled him back over before he said anything else.

"Okay, so we need to go home," Eijirou muttered, hoping his friends would agree.

"Yes please," Shinsou was the first to get up

They paid their tabs and made their way out of the club, Eijirou driving them all home. Denki and Mina telling them to remember them when their sex tape went viral and Eijirou was going to be a dead man in the morning for not stopping Katsuki.

He was the sober one and should have known better.

"Your teeth," Katsuki muttered.

"Uh?" Eijirou looked over to his fiancé for a moment while he was stopped at a light wondering what the fuck that meant.

Katsuki was half asleep. "Eijirou's fucken shark teeth, fucker."

Eijirou couldn't help but laugh.

Katsuki was so cute, sleepy, and still a bit drunk. Then he moaned before turning his head the other way. "They make me so fucking wet, oh, my god."

Eijirou raised a brow. He knew Katsuki liked his teeth but he thought it was a hickey or bite kink kind of thing and not his actual teeth.

"Is that so?" Eijirou asked.

Katsuki sleepily nodded.

His eyes closed as he sleepily muttered, "Almost creamed my pants when we fought in the first year when the fucker smiled at me."

Eijirou did not know about that, but he was definitely going to ask his fiancé about it later.

Eijirou drove them home, Katsuki kissing his neck the whole time Eijirou had picked him up from the car to walk inside. He would never get over how blissfully affectionate the man was when he was sleepy.

The redhead got them inside safely and made sure to lock the door behind them as he kicked his shoes off in the genkan, pulling Katsuki's off.

The blond was passed out by the time they got to their bed. Eijirou took the time to put their phones on Do Not Disturb and plug them in on the nightstands.

He didn't bother undressing Katsuki, the man was already nuzzling into his pillow and Eijirou thought better of disturbing his sleep at the moment. Eijirou undressed himself down to his boxers before he got into bed, making sure Katsuki was comfortably tucked in too.

Eijirou knew they both should have gotten a shower but Eijirou was too sleepy and he knew there was no way he was going to wake the blond in bed with him.

He would just have to change the sheets in the morning and knowing Katsuki the blond would complain either way about how gross the club was and how he didn't need that on his sheets.

"Shitty Hair," Katsuki mumbled.

Eijirou opened his eyes and looked over to the blond but he didn't seem to be talking to him.

"Not shitty—it's pretty," Katsuki corrected.

Eijirou pulled him into his chest and enjoyed this moment of peace, he knew it would not be quite as peaceful when he woke up.

Katsuki woke up hungover but not as bad as he thought.

When he looked around his room, Eijirou wasn't in bed with him but there was a note on the nightstand.

"Take these. Went for a run, don't check the media for a while. Love you 3"

Katsuki took the pills and drank most of the melted icy water Eijirou left him.

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do," Katsuki muttered, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

The screen lit up with unanswered messages, missed calls, and over a hundred emails. From friends, family, the media, and of course his PR team.

"Shit."

Katsuki jumped and threw his phone when it lit up to his mom calling and most likely going to leave a very "lovely" voicemail for him later.

"Nope."

He turned off his phone and got out of bed. He made quick work of changing the sheets before he headed off to the bathroom for a very much-needed shower.

He can't believe he fucking begged to be fucked in a damn club.

Mina and Ochako were not going to let him live this down.

He really just couldn't wait. He knew what he wanted and like usual he made sure he damn well got it.

Katsuki was in the shower and for the most part clean by the time the door crept open and Eijirou sheepishly stepped into the bathroom.

He took his shirt off and Katsuki stared at how low his basketball shorts were. Not really all that ashamed of how much he liked the dark happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts.

He finally looked up, meeting Eijirou's worried gaze.

Fucker.

"Don't even say some shit about not being manly," Katsuki started. "I have heard enough for two lifetimes and we are only twenty-six."

Eijirou stepped closer to the shower. "You're not mad?"

"Kinda takes at least two to tango like that," Katsuki muttered.

Eijirou looked at him for a moment, as if not believing him.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and reached forward, grabbing the waistband of Eijirou's shorts.

"I'm sure you can make it better?"

And he did.

Eijirou joined him in the shower. Until the water ran cold and Katsuki was thoroughly fucked again before they actually showered.

By the time they were clean and dressed, they talked to their PR team who got the video taken down but the damage was done. Millions had seen it by then and Mina still sent it to them telling them she was playing it at the wedding.

"She is fucking uninvited," Katsuki muttered.

Eijirou rolled his eyes.

Katsuki almost forgot about the worst of it all. But then there was a loud knock at the door that made him freeze in fear.

He knew that knock.

He looked to Eijirou, who looked just as panicked.

"We're dead," Katsuki mumbled.

The door was unlocked by a key they didn't know she had and Mitsuki burst in with a sheepish Masaru following behind her, closing the door gently.

"You little bitch," Mitsuki started.

"WHERE DID YOU GET A KEY?!" Katsuki screamed, grabbing onto Eijirou.

Mitsuki ignored her son's question. "Katsuki you just fucked up Eijirou's perfect boy reputation!"

Katsuki scoffed. "Shut the fuck up as if he didn't enjoy it!"

"I'd rather not be in this conversation," Eijirou cut in.

"SHUT UP!" they both yelled in unison.

Eijirou stepped back and Masaru handed over a migraine pill for him, his head already hurting at the two loud blonds arguing in the living room.

It would be fine.

THE END