This is very unprofessionally written. It’s that time of the month for me so I couldn’t give one fuck, and I sure as hell couldn’t give two.
Thank you for reading ily :33 💚💚💚
This is very unprofessionally written. It’s that time of the month for me so I couldn’t give one fuck, and I sure as hell couldn’t give two.
Thank you for reading ily :33 💚💚💚
“K-Kacchan.. stop.” Red eyes shoot down to meet glassy emerald orbs, tears already forming from the stimulation.
“K-Kacchan.. stop.” Red eyes shoot down to meet glassy emerald orbs, tears already forming from the stimulation.
His boyfriend moans softly into his skin, pulling him in closer as his legs fall open lazily, just like they always do when Katsuki is near. Slut.
He can’t help it.
His boyfriend moans softly into his skin, pulling him in closer as his legs fall open lazily, just like they always do when Katsuki is near. Slut.
He can’t help it.
Katsuki is taking his sweet time again, nibbling on Izuku’s earlobe while finding one of his flushed and perky nipples, squeezing it gently in between his rough fingers.
That’s how he likes Izuku best.
Katsuki is taking his sweet time again, nibbling on Izuku’s earlobe while finding one of his flushed and perky nipples, squeezing it gently in between his rough fingers.
That’s how he likes Izuku best.
But what does Izuku bring to the table? Sure, his glorious pussy. Katsuki worships him (and that tight hole).
But what does Izuku bring to the table? Sure, his glorious pussy. Katsuki worships him (and that tight hole).
For him. For /them/.
“You little fucker.” Katsuki breathes, half-laughing, half-exasperated. But his heart is pounding.
For him. For /them/.
“You little fucker.” Katsuki breathes, half-laughing, half-exasperated. But his heart is pounding.
“Let me go and grab the stuff.” Katsuki murmurs, ready to stand up and leave Izuku’s room. But Izuku reaches toward his drawer, stretching as he pops it open with practiced ease.
There. A small box of condoms, tucked nearly inside.
“Let me go and grab the stuff.” Katsuki murmurs, ready to stand up and leave Izuku’s room. But Izuku reaches toward his drawer, stretching as he pops it open with practiced ease.
There. A small box of condoms, tucked nearly inside.
They fly into another corner of the room. The blonde kisses him once again, slowly moving between his legs.
They fly into another corner of the room. The blonde kisses him once again, slowly moving between his legs.
Izuku melts into it. He’s winding his arms around Katsuki’s neck, chest warm and pressed close. Skin against skin and still somehow not close enough.
Izuku melts into it. He’s winding his arms around Katsuki’s neck, chest warm and pressed close. Skin against skin and still somehow not close enough.
Katsuki lets out a soft laugh through the nose, reaching up to brush some curls away from his boyfriend’s damp forehead. “Something in between.”
He kisses him again.
Katsuki lets out a soft laugh through the nose, reaching up to brush some curls away from his boyfriend’s damp forehead. “Something in between.”
He kisses him again.
“We’re gonna take it slow, yeah baby?”
The nickname rolls off his tongue with ease.
“We’re gonna take it slow, yeah baby?”
The nickname rolls off his tongue with ease.