♯┆ ‎ ‎ call me bomb ᵎᵎ ‎ 21 any prns. dkbkdk centric ˊ˗ when the brain worms get so overstimulating that you genuinely make an entire blog dedicated to a single ship .. this entire blog will consistently talk about izuku midoriya and katsuki bakugou from boku no hero academia, and will be a mash up of headcanons, drabbles, fanart, and fic recs of our favorite losers. please read the rules before proceeding any further, then let’s discuss .ᐟ

“you made me do this.”

a paw on the nape and the back of his skull felt lead heavy, the entirety of izuku’s body weight behind it as he forced katsuki’s face deep into the decorative throw pillow on their couch. katsuki could barely breathe, choking on saliva and hiccups as his very angry boyfriend pounded into his ass from behind. “oh god yes fuck—”

all night, all fucking night at the annual hero gala, katsuki’s piss poor attitude had throttled izuku into a quiet, steady irritation. the blonde hates these events, hates the dressing up and the networking and the boring ass speeches: it all blows! and he made his discontent everyone else’s problem, izuku’s most of all.

“you just b-bitch and complain and— fuck.” katsuki vaguely feels a glob of drool smack between his shoulder blades. he’s stripped nude save for his black briefs that hang off an ankle; a stark contrast to izuku’s fully clothed, suit-clad stature. he’d been fuming the entire ride home, and the second they stepped foot inside their shared apartment, izuku practically tore the expensive fabric from katsuki’s body like the world’s most anticipated gift. “i thought you were a man? you-you’ve been acting like a bratty kid the whole night.”

katsuki’s back breaks into the most wicked arch. “w-was—hah—wanted t-to go home-uhhn, shit!” izuku’s strong hips ram into his ass with the power of an ox, thrusting so violently that the couch had begun a slow skid across the floorboards. katsuki’s voice is wrecked beyond recognition by now, his groans cracking into raspy sobs. weakly, he gropes around to blindly feel for the meat of izuku’s thigh, burrowing fingernails into the designer slacks sheathing pure muscle. “you’re fuckin’ the-the shit out of m-me i—”

izuku shoved his face down further. “shut up.” katsuki had already came once. remnants of his finish dirtied the cushion below his quivering hips, where a puddle of sticky semen seeps between threads. it hurts like a son of a bitch, the overstimulation, but katsuki fucking loves it this way. wants it this way, always. he moans something unintelligible again, thighs trembling, toes curled, and izuku falls heavily over his boyfriend’s back and hooks his chin over katsuki’s broad shoulder. “you w-wanted this, kacchan. right? you acted m-mean to me on purpose, right?”

ohh he’s gagging and hacking and lurching every time the tip brushes over the back of his tongue. tears are always flowing too, nose running and for fucks sake, katsuki isn’t even halfway in! “how are you still so shit at this?” izuku’s boyfriend always asks him, but izuku never feels offended. he’s a self aware man—he knows this is a terrible performance.

“you’re too big.” izuku coughs up some drool, wiping wet lips with the back of his hand. there is spit everywhere, always.

katsuki clicks his tongue. “you’re bigger. and i take you balls deep everytime.”

“yeah, well…” he flushes at the psuedo-compliment. “kacchan is good at everything.”

“hah! damn right i am. now c’mere.”

izuku sits back up high on his knees, bracing his throat for more abuse only to have his hands shooed away. “nah,” the blonde says. one hand tugs izuku’s hair, dragging him in close so his face sits mere inches away from kacchan’s dick. the other begins to stroke himself, sufficient and twisting at the wrist. “i’ll finish myself off. gotta do everything my-fucking-self—” he groans, “lucky you got a cute face.”

it only makes the most sense that he pays. he makes better income than deku, and he wants to, and frankly the second reason alone is enough justification—katsuki does what he wants.

even years into their relationship, even when their funds are practically completely combined, izuku still asks to split the bill. it drives katsuki up the fucking wall. so he likes to fuck with the nerd, just a little.

they just finished dining at this fancy ass exclusive high-rise restaurant, and in a practiced motion katsuki waves down a waitress for the bill. the blonde folds open the note, rereading over the expenses for the evening. pricey, very pricey, because katsuki wanted that three-hundred dollar cut of steak.

“do you wanna split it?” izuku asks sheepishly from across the table, just like always. he knows it pisses katsuki off, too, but it’s like he can’t control his own kindness. always wanting to chip in, ugh.

katsuki sucks his teeth, fishing out his thick wallet from the pocket of his slacks. “hmm.” he pretends to sit with it for a moment while he thumbs through a bundle of bills. procuring an exuberant tip. “you gonna give me some dick later?”

the sudden crudeness had izuku’s jaw fully dropped, freckled cheeks bleeding rouge. “i— wh— k-kacchan you…” doe eyes flick off to the side, his shoulders squirming a bit restlessly. so fucking cute, katsuki thinks. “you know i’ll give you that whenever you want.”

katsuki smiles handsomely, unable to hold back the laughing exhale through his nose. “i got it then.” obviously, he would’ve paid regardless, but izuku’s reaction is so priceless.