#boyfriends

Blessed with a golf video on this Thursday night 😌⛳️

w › poly!bkdk , handj*b (izuku recv) , language, dom!katsuki , sub!izuku , voyereuism kinda? ..

“i’m back!” you chirped, throwing your keys onto the counter and taking off your shoes. to your surprise, you heard nothing in return. nothing except your room tv on faintly in the distance.

thinking that they probably fell asleep, you made your way to your room.

“mnggh—k-kachaan.”

you stopped in your tracks, assuming you were hearing things. your body grew with chills almost instantly at the sound of your boyfriends voice.

you were no novice to the sound of izuku’s moans, but you were sure you heard wrong.

but still, you stood there waiting for the sound again … just incase

“ohmygod” it came out like one word, broken, breathless and desperate. that was definitely izuku’s voice.

you inched closer to the door. eyes adjusting to the blurry figures you made out through the slit in the door

your mouth dropped open like a hungry dog at the sight in front of you. katsuki and izuku both shirtless and hair wet, sticking to their faces. izuku sat in between katsuki’s legs , back against his chest, face flushed and head thrown back.

you followed katsuki’s hand that stretched over izuku’s abs and into his jogging pants.

“t—to much kacchan, I can’t t-take it”

he squirmed and moaned and whined as katsuki stroked his sensitive tip, fingers glossy from the previous orgasms izuku had spilling all over and down his hands

“then whyre you still cummin’, huh?” izuku could only whimper in response, but it wasn’t enough for katsuki.

katsuki’s other hand suddenly fisted in his green curls, yanking izuku's head back to expose his already marked neck . “huh, you fuckin nerd?” he egged, a smirk playing on his lips while his thumb swipped mercilessly over izuku aching tip.

izuku’s back arched, a cracked moan escaping him lips simply from katsuki’s word and you felt your own legs clenching together

“be…because—mmmgn-”

his teeth grazed izuku’s ear as his stroking hand sped up, squelching obscenely now. “cus’ what.”

izuku’s hips jutted up into katsuki’s wet hand, lips red and puffy from him biting down too hard. he was panting like a dog, his eyes rolling back from overstimulation and the approach of his third orgasm

“tell me” katsuki growled, fingers tightening in Izuku's hair, just on the edge of it being painful. his other hand worked izuku with brutal efficiency, thumb pressing against his slit on every upward stroke. izuku’s thighs trembled, toes curling into the sheets.

his breath hitched, words dissolving into a loud, throaty moan as katsuki twisted his wrist on the next stroke.

your own pulse hammered in your throat, fingers gripping the doorframe as izuku’s voice cracked

“fuuckk—kacchan please..”

“beggin’ ain't a answer” katsuki taunted, slowing his hand just enough to make Izuku whine, hips chasing the friction.

“because!” izuku gave in, thrusting into katsuki hand like a touch starved virgin, the knot in his stomach subsiding slowing “b-because it feels good when you t-touch me like this”

katsuki’s smirk was sharp and victorious. his grip tightened. "yeah?” katsuki hummed although it kinda sounded like a strained moaned “show me. one last time, handsome.”

then he dipped his head, biting down on izuku’s collarbone, tongue swirling around his skin as his hand sped up. wet, filthy sounds filling the room.

“yesyesyes—mmgghfuck i’m cumming—oh god” izuku moaned with a sob, cum splurting and spilling over katsuki’s fingers, and his stomach again.

katsuki didn’t let up, milking him through his entire orgasm. he placed kisses to his temple and forehead until izuku went boneless legs trembling.

shit, your own legs were trembling. the creak of the door opening had them both snapping their eyes towards you, izuku’s face immediately going red.

“oh my god..” you chuckled breathlessly, mouth agape. it wasn’t anything funny and actually you were painfully horny and wet now.

katsuki’s grin was all teeth. he had noticed you long ago but decided to let you creep, the feeling of you there watching only adding to his fuel.

“enjoy the show?”

well FUCK.