My drug is you

A/n: This is an A.U where Izuku works as a doctor.

WARNING:
I am not an expert on the matter neither am I stating that the terms used below are accurate or not.

I really liked the idea, so I tried to be as accurate and realistic as possible. Some medical terms/practices might be wrong, and I am aware, so please don't take it to heart.

! This is a fictional story !

Have fun.

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They had cut all ties after high school.

While the adventures were fun, neither of them could offer the other what they wanted. Katsuki wanted something casual while Izuku wanted something serious.

The secret meetings in the gym's storage room weren't enough to fulfill Izuku's needs, he wanted far more than a quick sex-date. So, he ended it.

They did not talk for the rest of years left, and neither in university. It was then when all contact was lost, even friends lost track of the other, but it was refreshing.

Izuku could now focus on his career, could finally search what he was looking for and be happy overall. Except it wasn't all pink and flowers. Life wasn't as sweet as he thought it would be, and love life was one of his problems.

He pushed through those obstacles, and found himself with Ochaco, his best friend, living together and looking forward to an engagement. He had become a resident now at the most prestigious hospital and had enough money to apply for a better apartment for both of them. Now everything seemed pink and flowers, so why, at his twenty six years old, was he standing in front of Katsuki Bakugou's front door?

"Well, look who's—" Izuku pushed passed him, already undressing.

"I don't have time for this. Make it quick."

"As you wish."

He locked the door and started the action. He trapped Izuku in a passionate wet kiss, while the freckled boy tried to unbutton his shirt.

They quickly made their way to the blonde's room, where the kisses continued and the touching escalated. Katsuki went slowly down on him, receiving a grunt of pleasure and annoyance.

"Kacchan, not now. I really need to get b—" his words were stuck in his throat as Katsuki sucked his dick whole, turning his complaints into moans. "Shit."

He reached to the drawer, taking out a pair of condoms and ripping the seal with his teeth. Katsuki grinned at that, happy to devour his bitch boy.

When Izuku was on rush hour, delicacy didn't matter. The soft, sweet, tender kisses were a waste of time. He knew what Izuku wanted, and he would give it to him. He was his little whore after all.

They skipped prepping as Izuku had 'done it already' which was very much untrue. Katsuki took two of his fingers and continued where the nerd had left off.

"Kacchan I told you—!"

"I heard you the first time! But if you don't want me to rip you apart literally and make it obvious someone has been fucking you from behind, let me do my job."

"Just— Agh, forget it." He pushed Katsuki off, grabbing hold of his clothes and phone. "This was a stupid idea."

"What's going on with you? Hey," he stopped him, smiling as Izuku bit his lowers lip, clearly nervous. "Is it her? You have a date with her?" Izuku looked at him angry. "Oh! I see!"