-he sees stars. Katsuki’s a drooling mess, his legs barley holding up, his mind hazy and filled with only thoughts of Izuku’s cock. Ultimately, it was a pretty successful day.
#dkbk 🔞 Katsuki being the little brat that he is, decided to whip up some mayhem at Izuku’s workplace. He shows up to the building, once school hours are over, his footsteps loud and meaning-full. He barges in, not even bothering to knock, like always. He leans against the door-
-with it, brat.” Izuku says, earning Katsuki yet ANOTHER hard spank on the ass. It’s okay though, Katsuki’s having the time of his life. He’s a bit of a masochist. However, Izuku does finally give Katsuki what he wants, sliding his thick-veiny cock inside, and fucking him until-
-and a rough finger sliding in his hole, which quickly turn into three fingers. Katsuki’s getting impatient, his forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat. “Just put it in already.” He grumbles, to which Izuku responds with, “I��ll give you what I give you, and you’ll be happy-
-is. He exquisitely pours some on his fingers, his other hand already pulling down Katsuki’s pants and boxers. Katsuki’s smirking and grinning, happy he’s getting what he wants, FINALLY. He teasingly pushes out his ass to Izuku, which earns him a hard spank on the ass-
-nape, practically dragging Katsuki, and bending him over the desk. “This what you want? To bend you over and fuck you real nice and hard? To make you cum?” He says, roughly letting go of his hair, pulling down his pants, swiftly opening the drawer to his right, where the lube-
-practically reads his “script” out loud, not even hearing the chair scrape and Izuku slowly getting closer to him. “Well I’ll tell you what I want. I want you to bend me over and-“ but before he could even finish his sentence, Izuku’s grabbing h by the hair on the back of his-
“What do you want now, Katsuki?” He says, in a serious tone of voice. This just makes Katsuki even more horny. He loves when Izuku’s mean to him. “Mmm. You wanna know what I want, nerd?” He says, clicking his tongue, and closing his eyes, imagining his fantasy in his head as he-
-frame, smirking at the sight of Izuku in his cute little glasses that make his cock-twitch in his pants. “How ya doing, sensei?” He muses, slowly dragging his feet closer. Izuku’s already had to deal with Katsuki all week, and so he’s fed up. He rubs his forehead, groaning-