Katsuki walked out to the kitchen. It was early in the morning and despite having the weekend off he was too used to waking with the sun to sleep in. He managed to go about his routine of starting a pot of coffee, watering the plants that needed it, feeding the cats, and making his and his husband's breakfast.
He felt grumpy and tired as he pushed the button on the coffee pot. Eijirou had kept him up most of the night begging him to watch not one but three horror movies that were apparently his new three favorite movies. Katsuki might not have liked them as much as his husband but they had the slasher vibes he liked at least.
What Katsuki didn't like, however, was the fact they had to binge-watch them in one night. He would have rather had sleep and now he was suffering from his own consequences of giving in to the stupid puppy dog eyes.
Katsuki went about watering the plants before grabbing the cat's food that he meal prepped for them the night before. He half thought about going to change awhile, since he was only wearing one of Eijirou's oversized t-shirts that pointed out their size difference. Katsuki had bulked up since graduating but remained the same height pretty much. Meanwhile, Eijirou had grown a foot taller than him at this point, muscular but not quite as cut as he was in U.A. after learning that having a bit more body fat protected him more with his quirk.
Katsuki both loved and hated their size difference. Sure he was bummed out about no longer being the taller of the two but on lazy weekends and being able to throw on one of his husband's oversized t-shirts that covered more than half the dresses Pinky or Denki wore on their nights out he kinda loved it.
He started breakfast, grabbed what he needed for omelets, and turned to the stove. The peaceful start to his morning were his favorite. The gentle hum of the fridge, the smell of coffee or tea depending on his mood, the soft lighting as he opened the curtains, and the sun slowly shined through creating warm orange rays of light.
Katsuki had toast and bacon ready to go, the bacon cooked perfectly and laying on a paper towel to get the extra grease off the best he could and the bread put into the toaster oven ready to be set as soon as the omelets he was currently working on to be done.
The smell of bacon must have woken the other pro hero, working better than any alarm.
"Morning," Katsuki muttered.
Eijrou hummed in acknowledgment.
Still tired.
Eijirou wasn't a morning person to start with. He walked over to Katsuki, sleepily wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head on the blond's shoulder.
Katsuki leaned into his touch, watching the omelet so it was cooked perfectly as he plated it and moved on to the next one. He poured in the whisked eggs, adding in the veggies to the warm pan as Eijirou grumbled something.
His hands moved up and under the shirt he was wearing only to pause when he realized that was all Katsuki was wearing. He moved his hands back to his hips, pulling him back against him. And Katsuki was mid-complaint about being interrupted when he felt how hard his husband was.
"Keep cooking," Eijirou mumbled, kissing his shoulder.
Katsuki smirked to himself when he felt Eijirou grind up against him. But really Katsuki couldn't fucking focus as his husband repeated the movement.
"Wanna try something?" Eijirou finally muttered.
And really Katsuki did not like being asked that when he, yes, very much wanted to try something.
Anything.
His husband's hands on him were warm, and rough, and he could think of more useful things they could be doing other than just resting on his hips while he waited for an answer.
"What?" Katsuki asked, he turned down the stove. He did not need to burn anything while he was too distracted.
"You remember how you said about trying that thing we talked about a while ago and since it's a long weekend and we both have off we could do that?" Eijirou asked nervously.
As if Katsuki had ever said no to the fucking idiot, at least when sex was involved he did say no to other things, sometimes he had to unless he wanted to live in an apartment with a raccoon which Eijirou still insisted would be a great idea.
Katsuki had to think about the "thing" they had talked about. Eijirou pressing into him like that felt like he was hit with a sex pollen quirk—which he was pretty sure he wasn't unless someone broke in, in the middle of the night. But he focused and put two and two together after a moment.
Eijirou was reading a fan-made comic of them that Denki had sent them—and Katsuki was happy to have fans but damn he did not need to know they all agreed he was the bottom bitch he very much is.
"You want me to be your fuck doll?" Katsuki asked.
Eijirou licked his neck. "I mean why not? You last until tomorrow night you get a reward."
And okay, Katsuki should not make these decisions while pantsless.
He pressed his ass back.
"Fine," Katsuki muttered trying not to let on just how much he fucking liked the idea.
"Safeword is the same, and the traffic light system to check in?" Eijirou asked.
"Sounds good to me, if you're doing something get on with it before my omelet burns," Katsuki grumbled.
And Eijirou definitely did not have to be told twice.
He put his leg between Katsuki's, spreading his legs. He pulled the back of the t-shirt up, which was just long enough to cover his ass and not much more. He didn't notice until then that Eijirou wasn't dressed. He was so used to the man walking around without a shirt or only in boxers. Almost like the man was allergic to clothes.
Not that Katsuki was complaining.
Katsuki felt the head of his cock push into him with practiced ease. He leaned over the stove a little trying to balance himself a bit better. He was thankful to put the burner on low before they started this.
"Hmm, you're still so tight," Eijirou moaned.
Katsuki thought back to the night before. Eijirou fucking him as a bribe to get the blond to watch the last movie because they could not watch them in multiple sittings, no, they just had to watch them all at fucking once.
Katsuki did his best to focus on the omelet in front of him, trying to flip it as Eijirou thrust fully into him was not the best fucking idea.
The familiar stretch was delicious and morning sex had to be one of the best things in Katsuki's opinion. It was just the right time for Eijirou to still be sleepy and all cuddly—more than he normally was.
Nipping at his shoulders and neck, leaving hickeys where he wished, and of course, Katsuki let him. He fucking loved having a long weekend when he was with his husband. They could leave the marks, not have to hide them from the public, or listen to their PR team tell them off again.
Katsuki could feel how fucking wet he was at the thought. Compliant with Eijirou fucking into him perfectly, knowing what to do at this point to have Katsuki a mess.
To have him begging and cursing.
Eijirou knew how to get him where he wanted and Katsuki loved giving that control up. Having Eijirou decide what he would do to him.
"Gods, I wish I could always have you on my cock," Eijirou moaned into his ear. "Fill you full when I want."
Katsuki moaned loud and lude at the thought. Shocking neither of them in the process. Eijirou fucking knew how much Katsuki liked that idea. How much the blond liked being used by his husband, being fucked full of cum, and really Katsuki should have been fucking grossed out by how much he liked it.
He was the type of person who thought kissing was gross for most of his life at least he did up until he was hit by his feelings for one Bakugou Eijirou.
And damn.
He would let the man do just about anything to him,
So naturally Katsuki married that fucking idiot. Lovingly being able to call him his husband and losing any shame he once had in the process.
Eijirou grabbed his waist harder, possibly fucking into him. His short and picked-at nails dug in and holy fuck Katsuki was close.
His mind was blissfully clear as he was fucked harder, the loud clap between them going unnoticed as Katsuki moaned louder and louder.
Eijirou held onto him as his hands hardened for a moment before he caught himself. Stilling inside Katsuki as he came.
Katsuki leaned back, feeling the warm load of cum in him. He couldn't help but milk his husband's cock, moaning at how fucking good it felt.
Eijirou kissed him on the cheek.
Then just as suddenly as Eijirou appeared he was pulling out as if nothing happened.
"I'm going to get ready, let me know when breakfast is done," Eijirou muttered.
Katsuki stood there, stupidly.
Half horny and pissed the fuck off he didn't cum—and some percentage excited for what his himbo husband had planned for his reward.
Two
Eijirou was done with his workout in their apartment building, he locked the door behind him as he noticed Katsuki in the living room.
The blond looked up from his laptop.
"Shower with me," Eijirou asked, though he knew it wasn't much of a question.
They both did.
Katsuki raised his brow, but he didn't have to think about it all that much as he got up and followed Eijirou to the bathroom.
Neither of them bother getting clothes for later. Eijirou turned the shower on, setting it to a warmer temperature than he normally would since Katsuki liked it warmer than him even with how adamant he was about skin care.
Katsuki stayed silent, watching Eijirou pull off sweaty clothes.
Unashamed as he watched him.
Katsuki fucking loved his view.
Eijirou had gotten bigger, being a unit of a man at this point even with how much Katsuki had gained. They were both more muscular than before but it was still a shock. Katsuki usually didn't even notice it anymore how his husband was a little bit taller but now Katsuki wasn't even mad about it.
He really noticed their size difference when he was a sidekick with FatGum when he graduated, both with his overall gain of being put into real hero work and also working with an agency that valued body positivity, having resources for those who might be struggling with food, and FatGum talking out on how some peoples quirks benefit even better when they are eating well.
It was something that helped Eijirou a lot.
He had put on a bit of weight since then, making his indestructible even more powerful and safer for him to have an added layer of protection.
And in moments like this Katsuki got to see him without clothes which was not something he had to try hard to do. Half the time he had to bribe the idiot to put boxers on at the very least. Katsuki at least knew that if they ever adopted he would be great at getting a cranky toddler ready to leave the house on time.
Though he would obviously bribe them with much more kid-friendly things and not what be bribed Eijirou with most effectively.
Really though he would prefer a dog over a gremlin but who was he to say what happened? Aizawa hates kids and he had a whole classroom fully agreeing he was their dad, healthy relationship with their bio dads or not.
Eijirou was talking but Katsuki had no fucking idea what he was even saying. Katsuki was just standing there looking his husband over like the piece of meat he fucking was.
He licked his lips.
"What?" Katsuki asked.
"I said," Eijirou stepped closer. "Take your clothes off."
Katsuki's breath hitched and without another thought, he took his shirt off. Which was actually still one of Eijirou's old t-shirts that didn't fit him anymore but either way, Katsuki let it fall to the floor.
Eijirou watched him.
His boxers fell to the ground and he was being pulled into the shower without another thought. The warm water felt nice, Eijirou rinsing off first—water trailing down his body—and Katsuki grabbed his body wash not wanting to be distracted again.
But Eijirou stopped him, he put the body wash down and smirked at Katsuki. He was totally fucked.
Eijirou pushed him up against the tile wall, his back cold.
"You know Kats," he leaned in and kissed his forehead. "Workouts get me going."
His hand trailing down Katsuki's torso, his hand not stopping and going farther, down past wet folds. Pressing into his pussy and really Katsuki should have seen it coming. He just didn't expect his husband to be so forward with it.
He remembered earlier that morning though, Eijirou using him and then just leaving him a mess. But then Eijirou was pulling his hand away and Katsuki wanted to whine.
"Turn around," Eijirou muttered.
And the answer was clear, Katsuki turned around like the good little slut he was for his husband. Pressing his face to the cool tile as Eijirou grabbed onto his waist and slammed into him.
Katsuki gasped. "Ahh!"
"Dolls don't talk, Katsuki. And you wanna be good, show me."
Katsuki bit his lip.
The fogging bathroom not helping how he felt like he was burning the fuck up. Eijirou fucked him much like he did earlier that morning purely using him, using his pussy as if it were a fleshlight.
Pulling Katsuki back, slowing down, and leaving Katsuki able to feel every fucking inch. He held back the whine that wanted to escape.
His face to the tile, warm water between them, and Eijirou groaning.
Moaning right in his fucking ear. Not hiding how fucking good he felt and Katsuki was pretty sure he was in over his head. A weekend of being fucked like this was going to ruin him.
He knew it would.
This time though Eijirou pulled out and Katsuki wanted to cry. He just wanted to cum and he wanted Eijirou to cum in him again. But he kept his mouth shut.
He would be good.
He knew he would like whatever reward Eijirou gave him.
He always did.
"On your knees," Eijirou ordered.
Katsuki turned around and fell to his knees, ignoring the pain and the water getting in his eyes a little as he looked up.
"Open."
And Katsuki did.
He was filled again, Eijirou fucking his mouth this time. Thrusting his dick in Katsuki's mouth and groaning just as fucking lewdly as he did before.
Moaning as he hit the back of his throat and Katsuki could cum from this alone. He had before. But it wasn't what his husband had in mind. Instead, Katsuki found himself swallowing down a load of cum.
"Such a good fuck doll, babe~"
Katsuki swore to the gods he was going to be a widower if he did cum.
Eijirou knew it too. Smirking at him as if he could read his mind. Knowing Katsuki wouldn't fucking say anything to mess up his reward.
"Can I wash your hair?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki's throat hurt, but he ignored it and nodded. Ignoring his clit that fucking begged him to touch it.
He just had to be fucking patient.
Three
Katsuki got his work done for the weekend. So he walked to his balcony and did some yoga, something he tried to do daily. Mostly just stretching and making sure to take care of his muscles.
The added flexibility helped a lot in combat and he usually meditated while he did his routine. He had done it since the end of his first year, watching video guides to making his own routine.
It was relaxing.
Or as relaxed as he was going to get without a fucking orgasm all fucking day. Eijirou leaving him alone after the shower. Katsuki assumed he was working on his own reports or something.
He knew the idiot only had a few he needed to type up and look over the interns they had but now the sun was setting and the door to the balcony opened. Katsuki didn't look up.
"Hey, babe!" Eijirou greeted him.
Katsuki could practically hear the smile in his fucking voice. He flipped his husband off in response.
Holding the pose the best he could, his head down on the mat and his ass up as he arched his back only to come down in a downward dog pose.
"I think you're doing that wrong," Eijirou walked over to him.
Pressing him down, his arms out in front of him, while on his knees, balancing himself as Eijirou ushered for him to raise his ass up a little.
"You're just being a horny bastard again you fuck—"
Eijirou ribbed his boxers and before he could yell at him—again—he was pressing two fingers into his wet cunt.
Katsuki moaned instantly.
He felt fucking touch starved somehow.
Feeling Eijirou's fingers in him just how he predicted. Knowing just how to curl his fingers as he pulled them out and pressed them back into his perfect cunt.
"You're such a dick."
Eijirou laughed. "And what's that make you?"
He added another finger and fuck Katsuki rested his head on the mat again.
"What's that babe?"
Katsuki groaned, his pose slipping, but Eijirou stopped him.
"Aw come on, you can last longer than that," Eijirou insisted.
The blond didn't even care that he was being edged again. He fixed his pose and ignored the urge to crumble. He thought for sure Eijirou was going to let him cum this time.
But he was pulling away, letting Katsuki crumble to his mat only to have the same fingers that were in his pussy be shoved into his mouth.
He sucked on them, unable to do much else.
"Such a good boy."
Eijirou let go of him. Getting up when he heard the doorbell.
"Oh, I ordered dinner. You soon done here?"
Katsuki was still trying to breathe.
That red-haired bastard.
Four
Katsuki was in bed lying on his stomach, spread out like he usually was when he slept. And while it was usually not a problem for their large ass bed tonight he had gone to bed earlier than his husband.
He was too fucking annoyed and was not going to mess up his stupid reward at this point. So he went to bed naked. If Eijirou was going to be a little shit so was he.
Though what he didn't take into account for was just how fuckable he looked all spread out in bed. Sheets kicked off and pussy in full view for Eijirou to use.
Practically begging to be fucked.
And Katsuki must have been out of it because he could have sworn he felt his pussy be filled, the weight of the bed dipping as if someone was leaning over him.
Oh.
Oh.
He was being fucked.
And really he couldn't help but hum at the feeling. He didn't have many wet dreams so he never knew what to expect.
It felt so real.
Like he was being properly fucked.
He could even smell Eijirou's body wash, which made him wake up a little more. The movement of the bed was what pushed him to open his eyes.
He blinked for a moment.
The room was dim, Eijirou's lamp on the nightstand was on, but nothing else.
Katsuki tried to look at the clock but closed his eyes again, unbothered. He was too sleepy to care about the time.
"Such a heavy sleeper," Eijirou purred.
And, yep, he was definitely on top of him.
Katsuki felt himself give in, he moaned out when he felt Eijirou hit his g-spot dead on. He felt Eijirou thrust into him, the pace relentless.
And gods.
He needed to fucking cum.
Katsuki felt like he could this time, he was so fucking close. He felt how his breath hitched with each thrust. How his body pressed back into Eijirou's—and fuck he wanted it—needed it.
He could feel his clit throbbing.
But Eijirou was a fucking jerkoff and pulled out again.
Katsuki was pretty sure he did cry this time at the loss. He felt the cum drip onto his lower back and ass.
And felt like he wanted to scream into the pillow as Eijirou jerked himself the rest of the way off before he got off of him and onto his side of the bed.
Eijirou turned the lamp on his side off, snuggling into his pillow as if Katsuki didn't have murder on his fucking mind.
"Night, babe."
Katsuki wondered if he could suffocate him with his own fucking pillow.
He forced his eyes closed.
He was too pissed off to reply.
Five
Katsuki was showered and ready to go by the time Eijirou got up.
"Let's go shitty hair!"
There was a loud thud down the hall and the sound of Eijirou rushing around followed it.
"I am coming!"
"And I'm not" Katsuki whispered. Still mad about being edged four fucking times yesterday.
Though today he had a break.
He had actual clothes on this time and Eijirou was too busy rushing around to get dressed to even complain.
He grabbed the keys and got in the car already. Not wanting to be late and really he should have woken Eijirou up sooner but Katsuki was still a bit petty.
"Please tell me you brought the melon," Eijirou asked, scrambling into the passenger side of the car.
"Well I know you sure as fuck didn't," Katsuki answered.
Eijirou just put his seatbelt on and kissed his cheek.
"Love you~"
Katsuki blushed.
For fuck's sake.
"Love you too," he grumbled and started the car.
They were only going to see Eijirou's parents, and getting to see them every once in a while out of holidays and birthdays was something they both liked to do. This time they were going over for lunch, catching up, and maybe playing a few games that Katsuki would win if he teamed up with Eijirou's mom.
Which was usually argued upon since they always won. Eijirou and his Mama on the other hand were not quite as competitive.
Eijirou sang along to music on the ride there, ignoring the fact that Katsuki was just irritated by his husband's song choices. They had a good rule of thumb, whoever got to pick the music on the way to somewhere had to let someone else pick the music on the way back.
Katsuki had a whole metal playlist just for the occasion.
When they got there Eijirou's parents were outside on the deck waiting for them. Katsuki was pretty sure Eijirou's moms were the type who as they grew old together got more and more like a cheesy Hallmark film. Nurturing and loving as they greeted them, sipping sweet tea on their front porch like some cottage core lesbians—though technically one was pan.
"Hello," Eijirou smiled.
"Katsuki!" his mom cheered.
Eijirou clutched his nonexistent pearls. "Blatant favoritism."
"As if you aren't my parents' favorite," Katsuki scoffed.
Eijirou grinned. "What can I say, I am charming."
Katsuki rolled his eyes.
"And so humble about it," he muttered sarcastically.
Katsuki hugged Eijirou's moms before he handed over the melon they brought. His moms' insisted they didn't have to bring anything but knew it was ingrained in Katsuki to always have something for the host. Mitsuki had at least taught him that much.
They went inside only to go outback. The weather was perfect for lunch on the back deck. Eijirou's moms always were working outside on some project, it wasn't shocking to see their garden was filled with plants, not a single weed in sight, and a pond that really just made it all the more relaxing when sitting out there.
Everything went well until Katsuki got up, just excusing himself to go to the bathroom. Nothing out of the norm. He had two cups of sweet tea and one of the lime drinks that he definitely should have drank slower. Eijirou would most likely be driving home, Katsuki had a slight buzz to him by now.
"Use the upstairs bathroom, we just painted it so tell me what you think," Eijirou's mom told him.
So that's what Katsuki did.
Walking upstairs felt so fucking familiar. He was used to staying over at the Kirishima's, Eijirou's room was still there for when they spent the night every once in a while. Eijirou's moms left it there for them still.
He turned for the bathroom and shut the door.
The paint was nice, lighter than the blue that they had there before. The sage color went well with the plants they had in there.
When Katsuki was done and about to leave, he had the door open and he was ready to step out when Eijirou walked up the steps and pushed him right back into the bathroom.
Katsuki went to close the door but Eijirou stopped him. Pushing into the bathroom much to Katsuki's protest.
"What the hell?!" Katsuki yelled.
Eijirou grinned. "Told them I wanted to see the color too."
Katsuki knew that smirk.
"I just didn't say it was the color of your face when my dick was buried inside my husband's perfect cunt."
And really he should have slapped him, called this weekend over, just saying their safeword and he knew Eijirou would let him cum. But he knew the reward was so fucking close. He needed it.
"We're going to get caught," Katsuki muttered.
"I'll be quick."
He unbuttoned Katsuki's pants, having no shame as he pulled them to his ankles.
"It was so much better at our apartment, no underwear, no pants. Just a ready hole to fill when I wanted," Eijirou muttered.
Katsuki bit his lip at the comment. He couldn't fucking argue with him.
He bent over the sink and hoped his mother in laws could not fucking hear them. He already had to deal with his mother walking in on them not once but twice because of course, Katsuki thought he could get away with it when Eijirou spent the night, eighteen and not realizing how thin the walls of his childhood home were. The other time he was caught on his knees and not realizing his mother had a key to his and Eijirou's apartment.
He really did not need the Kirishima's thinking he was a whore for their son… even if their son made it very fucking obvious.
"Look at you, by personal fuck doll~" Eijirou purred.
And fuck Katsuki leaned onto the counter a little more, already feeling a bit dizzy at the thought of his pussy being used again.
Eijirou pressed him down as he thrust into him, shallow thrust at first, trying his best to keep his husband quiet.
Katsuki leaned into his touch. Eijirou firm around him, pressing him over the sink. Katsuki looked up at his reflection, the mirror gave him a perfect view of his husband looking right at him.
Katsuki closed his eyes.
"Aw come on Kats, I know how much you like to watch~" Eijirou smacked his ass, as if his moms were not just outside in the backyard—as if he weren't the same hero who fucking red to kids weekly just because he wanted to help kids like him.
Yet, here he was edging his husband—using his pussy—and Katsuki was letting him. The blond fucking loved it. Taking each thrust like the perfect fuck doll he was. He fucking loved the way he felt on edge, coming so close, knowing that if he waited it would be so much fucking better when he came.
He just wanted to be filled, he didn't even care how desperate he sounded. He wanted to beg for more, he wanted to cum, he fucking wanted to scream at how Eijirou was grabbing his waist. Holding him in place. His hands digging in—and fuck if they left bruises.
Katsuki loved it when they did.
Eijirou held him close as he came in him again, letting Katsuki milk him for everything he had. Katsuki wanted more. He felt too fucking needy about it.
"I'll tell them you liked it," Eijirou muttered and pulled out.
He tucked himself back into his pants before he left Katsuki there.
The blond took a breath, he would be fine.
He looked in the mirror, his face red.
Katsuki stayed there for a moment. He could jack off, but then their deal would be off, and no reward.
He sighed, and pulled his pants up, ignoring the feeling of cum messing up his boxers.
Great.
And now he had to pretend like he wasn't just fucked in the bathroom like a fuck doll.
Plus One
It was the same evening and Katsuki was baking, or at the very least finishing up baking. Working on a few pastries he had been meaning to make, finally working on them after saying he would and then not doing it.
He also got some meal prepping done early and felt like being a bit extra this time so he decided it would be a good idea to finally get them done and over with.
"Jackass, help me glaze these!"
Eijirou was really only allowed to help once things were mostly done, and Katsuki had everything set up for him. Much like Katsuki would teach a child when helping with baking, never leaving them alone, never letting them use the stove unless under adult supervision, and even if they have an indestructible quirk he never lets them use knives… they might have learned that one the difficult way.
However, Eijirou had different ideas about helping Katsuki out in the kitchen. He had no plans with the pastries, just the blond man aggressively making them.
Eijirou picked up the spoon and smirked at his husband who only looked at him confused, but before Katsuki could yell at him Eijirou was pushing him up against the corner, turned to face him fully.
He spread his milky thighs, and fuck, he would really need Katsuki to be pantsless more fucking often, walking around in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Maybe Eijirou could convince him to walk around naked—if anyone could that would be Eijirou.
He got to his knees, making sure Katsuki was bent over the counter as he leaned in and started kissing up his pussy. Pressing a few more innocent kisses to the inside of his thighs before he ultimately got lost in what he was doing.
Eijirou licked up his folds and that must have done it, getting the blond's full attention. He must have picked up on how things were a little different this time. Eijirou had no plans on pulling away, Katsuki was good and deserved his reward.
Katsuki paused for a moment. Feeling Eijirou's tongue on him, in him, was new—at least for this weekend. It was the first time he had done that so far and Katsuki whined. If he had to be edged one more fucking time he was going to lose it.
"Shit," Katsuki gasped, breathless.
The blond pressed his husband's head down, wanting more, demanding it. And Eijirou let him, his vibrant hair was left down and half of it was in Katsuki's grip as the red-haired idiot lapped at his pussy. Licking up his folds, sucking on his clit, Katsuki forgot all about what he was doing and focused on the feeling of Eijirou's mouth.
Katsuki had been so riled up, being edged so many times before Eijirou would pull away and act like nothing ever happened. He knew he would cum easily.
And with Eijirou's mouth on him, fuck, it felt like heaven. Years of knowing excitedly how to eat Katsuki out, how to get him off only by his tongue. Katsuki fucking loved it.
Eijirou fucked his tongue into his pussy the best he could, letting Katsuki squirm in place as he felt like he was so fucking close. His pussy begging to cum, his clit throbbing as Eijirou came up and sucked on it.
Fuck.
"Ei," Katsuki whined.
He gasp as he took his clit into his mouth again.
He was fucking gone.
His eyes rolled back and his legs felt like jello. Eijirou sucked on him a moment longer before pulling back, holding him in place.
Katsuki groaned as he came with a small explosion but Eijirou didn't pull back—instead, he added his fingers and fuck's sake, Katsuki wanted to scream.
"Oh shit!" Katsuki gasped.
He was sensitive from just coming but he was too pent up to give a shit. Eijirou was sucking on his clit again, this time moving three fingers in him, curling them just right, and fuck, Katsuki wasn't even processing anything around him. Not noticing the glaze still in one hand or how Eijirou's pace picked up with every drag of his fingers. With every suck or flick of his tongue, Katsuki was blindsided by his orgasm.
He came again, this time the drizzle glaze bursting and running down his arm. Eijirou quickly pulled back and grabbed it from him with his free hand. And managed to keep his fingers in him, curling them once more before he pulled them out.
"Oops," Eijirou grinned.
"You could have just fucking told me," Katsuki muttered.
Eijirou shrugged. "Where's the fun in that?"
"Not having a sticky floor," Katsuki muttered looking at the glaze that got all over the once clean kitchen.
"I will wash it later. But I owe you a few more orgasms, don't you think?"
Eijirou ignored his protest to clean the kitchen now before the glaze dried and picked the blond man up knowing he would listen to him later about the glaze for the pastries. But right now he had other things to do, and Katsuki was at the top of that list.
"For fuck's sake!" Katsuki grumbled.
Eijirou carried him to their room without another word.
Katsuki was about to complain until he was laid on the bed and his t-shirt was thrown off. Back to no pants since they got home. He kind of liked it.
He would never say it out loud but Eijirou was right. It was easier when he wasn't wearing them, he was ready to be bent over whatever surface of their apartment and fucked like the spoiled bitch he fucking was.
Eijirou walked over to their closet once he set Katsuki down. Katsuki watched him grab the lube and was momentarily confused since he was very much fucking wet enough at the moment but he didn't question it.
He was too fucking relaxed after fucking orgasming twice in the kitchen. He just laid back on their bed and waited for whatever else his reward consisted of. Eijirou was letting him cum and it felt like a damn dream.
Then it all clicked into place.
Katsuki watched Eijirou when he came back for the second time with their box of toys with him. The lube made a little more sense now, depending on what Eijirou had in mind.
"On your stomach, Princess~"
Katsuki usually hated being called that, but with Eijirou not so much.
He fucking loved it.
Katsuki turned over without questioning it.
His ass was in full view for Eijirou, who pulled him closer. Smacking his ass just to watch it jiggle, Eijirou was always so mesmerized by it.
"You have such a nice ass. Your hero suit should be tighter," Eijirou commented.
Katsuki scoffed. "Then all you'd do is stare at it even more than you already do."
"I don't see the problem," Eijirou muttered.
Katsuki shook his head, his husband being impossible was nothing new to him or anyone who knew him.
Eijirou opened the lube, getting Katsuki's attention back on him currently. Massaging one finger in at a time, Eijirou stretched his ass. He was in no rush, as he took his dear fucking time. Letting Katsuki get used to the stretch of his fingers again.
He made sure he was ready for the toy he picked before he pulled back. Adding the right amount of lube to the dildo before he started to press it in. Slowly, inch by inch, fucking Katsuki with it.
Taking his dear old time watching as the red dildo got deeper and deeper into Katsuki's ass. Until the base was flush with round cheeks.
"Faster you fucking idiot," Katsuki whined.
Which was the wrong thing to say. Eijirou went slower pulling the dildo out before fucking it back into Katsuki, it took forever before he felt the base hit his ass again.
"I think I'll go how fast I want," Eijirou dragged it out.
Katsuki felt the toy drag out of him not noticing until it was too late which toy Eijirou got. Eijirou switched the toy on with his phone.
The vibrating feeling sent him over the edge in a matter of minutes.
His pussy clenched around nothing as he came, muffling his moan into the nearest pillow. His head was fuzzy and he felt overwhelmed and very much not expecting that. He turned his head out of the pillow and took a breath. Trying to breathe normally again.
Because what the fuck?
And, okay, he was a bit tired. He wasn't fucking used to coming three times in a fucking row almost. He felt blissed out and overwhelmed at the same time. Basking in the feeling of finally getting to cum and having came so many times within the same day let alone the same hour.
Eijirou slapped his ass. "Oh come on, Kats don't you want to cum again?"
Katsuki should have killed him in his sleep—and taken out his life insurance before Eijirou killed him. Because what the fuck did he get himself into.
He felt himself nod anyway, too fucking out of it not to want to be fucked again. He knew how Eijirou was letting him cum at least.
Eijirou pressing the toy in his ass once more, putting it on a low setting.
"Flip over so I can see your pretty face," Eijirou muttered.
Katsuki did as he was told, ignoring the fact most of his body felt like jello at the moment. He flipped over, Eijirou backing away from him to give him the time to do so before he was leaning back in.
He looked down at him and smirked before he leaned in and kissed Katsuki. Pressing him down on the bed, his arms on either side of Katsuki's head.
"Ei," Katsuki whined.
Sleepy and needy.
Eijirou wasted no time with fucking into him.
And fuck.
Katsuki was so fucking full.
He tried and failed to bite back his moans, muffled whimpers, and muttered curse words escaped all the same anyway.
"Please," he didn't even know what he was begging for at this point, but then he was reminded of all the times Eijirou edged him, used him, filled him, and now this was different; now he could cum.
He could be fucked full and cum on the cock that was dragging in and out of him like a fucking wet dream. He came in him earlier that afternoon and Katsuki was still needy for more, feeling Eijirou fill him again.
He loved it.
He loved that this time Eijirou was pressing him into their bed, pressing his legs wide open and pounding into his used pussy, the toy still in his ass giving him the extra bit of pleasure he fucking needed.
But then Eijirou was pulling the toy out and turning it off. Throwing it somewhere on the bed to wash later. Katsuki whined at the loss.
Eijirou pulled out of his pussy only to be spreading his legs again and fucking right into his ass, Katsuki moaned at the rough pace, not noticing how when Eijirou grabbed their box of toys that he didn't stop at one.
Katsuki moaned when he felt a different toy push into his pussy. Eijirou thrusting both of them in perfect sync. Katsuki grabbed the sheets, he felt like he was going to sob, or maybe he already was.
Eijirou grinned.
"You like when I fuck you like this, have you full with two dicks?" Eijirou asked. "So needy for me aren't you, Princess?"
He saw white as he came.
He closed his eyes and felt his body shiver, both dicks in him slowing down as Eijirou noticed he had cum again.
Katsuki felt drained.
He felt like he worked all day with the worst villains and worked out later that evening, it felt like he was ready to fucking go to sleep. Pass out in his now dirty bed, two cocks, still filling him.
Slowly opening his eyes, his husband looked at him in shock.
The redhead pulled the toy out and then himself, Katsuki too distracted at the moment to notice the trail of cum from his ass.
"Color?" Eijirou asked, gently.
Katsuki blinked.
"Red."
Which for anyone else would have meant 'stop' but Katsuki insisted on switching the colors meaning around for them. He was not going to use 'green' as a fucking good thing, he much preferred red. And yellow remained the same, meaning slow down, or proceed but prepare to stop if needed.
Eijirou kissed him.
"Okay, babe. Let's get a shower before you pass out on me?" Eijirou more or less asked.
He put the toys on their dresser, as a reminder he needed to clean them properly before putting them back. He then walked back over to Katsuki and helped him up and over to their bathroom.
Eijirou started the shower and grabbed them two towels for when they got out. When the water was to a good temperature he pulled Katsuki in with him.
They were both silent as Eijirou rinsed them both off before grabbing the body wash Katsuki always liked.
But the blond stopped him.
Eijirou tilted his head waiting for the blond to tell him what he wanted. He knew Katsuki had a hard time talking after he came so he waited patiently. Putting the body wash back and pressing kisses to Katsuki's forehead, neck, and shoulders. Gently coaxing him into telling him what he needed to do.
"More."
Eijirou pulled back. "You want one more load?"
Katsuki looked down. Very rarely did the blond get shy about anything, even sex-related moments didn't seem to faze him, but every once in a while he would ask for something and Eijirou would see this side of him.
He was so fucking cute.
"You've made me cum four times already," Katsuki muttered.
As if that were a bad thing.
"So? I came five times without you," Eijirou muttered. "It's only fair."
Katsuki looked up and Eijirou took that moment to back his husband up against the tile wall. Lifting him easily.
Katsuki grinned. "And they think I'm the menace in this marriage."
"I mean you still are, I just like having sex with you," Eijirou smirked.
"Touché."
Eijirou leaned in to kiss him as he thrust into Katsuki one more time. His pussy stretched perfectly to his size already. Katsuki moaned his cunt felt swollen and sore from the weekend of being used—and fuck he loved it.
Eijirou pressed soft kisses to him, getting caught up with one another. Katsuki felt good. His limbs were heavy but Eijirou taking care of him.
Fucking him soft and slow, thrusting into him as if it was the first time—though their first time was a disaster that left them rushing to an underpaid Recovery Girl after they realized the condom broke and Katsuki was too paranoid to just leave it up to his copper IUD.
Now sex was something much more comfortable.
Loving.
Eijirou taking care of him and without a worry about anything happing because Katsuki had gotten rid of the whole damn uterus over three years ago. And wow, it made being the cumslut so much easier.
Eijirou kissed his jaw. "Want me to fill that pretty cunt?"
"Yes—oh gods—yes."
Eijirou held him close, letting Katsuki get caught up in him. Get worked up in the feeling of being fucked so well.
Katsuki felt so close.
Almost forgetting he could let go, that he could cum whenever he fucking wanted. He held onto his husband, short nails digging into his back and he came. Hearing his husband moan along with him as he felt the redhead cum moments later.
Filling him as promised.
Breathless, they stayed like that for a while. Eijirou only let him down when he could feel his legs again.
"You okay?"
Katsuki nodded.
His head was fuzzy.
He wanted cuddles now, and some of the pasties he made.
"Can I wash you, then we can get out?" Eijirou asked.
Katsuki nodded again. He didn't want to talk, he was too relaxed to mess with it.
Eijirou washed him, this time getting to use the body wash on him. Making sure to be gentle as he cleaned the cum out of him the best he could.
He rinsed off and quickly washed himself off, Katsuki watching him the whole time.
When they got out of the shower Eijirou grabbed their towels and wrapped his around his waist while he took Katsuki's and dried the blond off.
"What do you want to wear?"
Katsuki pulled him down and kissed him, licking into his mouth and happily making out with him. Eijirou didn't even question it, he kissed back until Katsuki pulled away.
"Surprise me."
Eijirou blushed and scrambled to their room.
Once dressed and no longer on each other like they were back in their last year at U.A. and just confessed. They went to the living room.
Katsuki laid back on the couch, Eijirou beside him and pastries between them. The TV was on and they were watching one of the reality shows he watched with his mom and now with Eijirou.
"I mean I want to like her because she is kinda a badass but then she fucking pulls that shit and like what the hell?!"
Katsuki nodded. "I know, I like her in this season but she just starts so much drama for no fucking reason.
Eijirou nodded.
Katsuki rested his head on his shoulder. The weekend going much better than he could have imagined. He couldn't fucking wait until their next weekend off together.
"Love you."
Eijirou grinned and kissed his head. "Love you too, babe."
THE END