What if fem!Izuku gives Kacchan /the/ sloppiest, messiest blow job? What then?
Drool, snot and tears running down Izuku’s face mixed with thick cum.
Hmm? Hm!
Izuku is proud AF because Katsuki is literally on cloud nine, cock twitching happily in her soft palm.
What if fem!Izuku gives Kacchan /the/ sloppiest, messiest blow job? What then?
Drool, snot and tears running down Izuku’s face mixed with thick cum.
Hmm? Hm!
Izuku is proud AF because Katsuki is literally on cloud nine, cock twitching happily in her soft palm.
King Katsuki commissions an oil painting of his beloved husband, Izuku.
But the artist can't stand it because the blond king hovers around them like an explosive bee while Izuku is being painted.
"No! You got the freckles all wrong!" King Katsuki complains.
King Katsuki commissions an oil painting of his beloved husband, Izuku.
But the artist can't stand it because the blond king hovers around them like an explosive bee while Izuku is being painted.
"No! You got the freckles all wrong!" King Katsuki complains.
It ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡.
Izuku thought he knew pain before, but then everything had been in the heat of battle, the pain washed away by adrenaline and the need to win, or drowned out by painkillers that numbed the nerves as