Blue Dandelions

sometimes you gotta close a window | kamie (mimocha)

Summary:

Izuku turns away and reaches for Katsuki's laundry basket to search for the tank top he wore during PE earlier today.

But before he could even touch the pile of clothes, a hand slaps over his mouth and an arm wraps around his neck in a headlock, rendering Izuku immobile and struggling for breath.

He squeaks in terror and instinctively starts clawing at the arm cutting off the blood flow to his head until a very familiar voice growls into his ear,

"Of course it would be your fucking creepy ass stalking me and stealing my shit. Did ya' have fun fucking with me, huh, Deku?"

Izuku immediately freezes, eyes widening to the size of saucers as he dies inside.

It's over. He's over.

Notes:For MystikSpiral.

don't you love how far bkdk has come ??? i know i do, but no matter how far we go, we must always remember our roots !!! ✧*｡٩(๑˙╰╯˙๑)و✧*｡

with that said, here's even more middle school bkdk because i love them so much (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

♡ kamie⛥ミ

"Hah, hah..."

Izuku pants, sweat dripping down his neck as he bites on his lower lip to stifle his moans.

His hips buck, tiny cocklet weeping and staining the skull T-shirt as Izuku ruts against it desperately. He grabs a pair of unwashed boxers and buries his face in them, taking a deep breath into the fabric.

Katsuki's musk smells so good, so heavy and potent and sweet. Izuku can't get enough of it, eyes rolling back as he sniffs and humps even harder. He imagines Katsuki's rough and hot hands wrapped around his pitiful cocklet in place of his own, he bets it would feel so good against those calloused palms of his.

Or they could be pulling his hair until it stings, or choking him until he gets light-headed, or shoving fingers into his mouth, or grabbing his waist while he fucks him to death. Or he could even use his amazing Quirk while slapping Izuku around, burning his skin and branding him as his own.

Izuku's mouth falls open in a whine and his eyes roll to the back of his head. His back arches and his hips stutter as his little cocklet twitches violently with every rope of cum that spurts out of it. Izuku grinds against Katsuki's shirt as he rides out his orgasm, tongue dragging against Katsuki's boxers, desperate for a taste.

Once he's come down from his high, post-nut clarity hits him like a freight train and he sighs. He sluggishly hides the stolen articles of clothing away and cleans up before going to bed with a guilty conscience.

☾·.· ♡ ·.·☽

No matter how many times Izuku tells himself to stop this bad habit, no matter how many times he'd go to sleep with shame weighing on his mind, he never changes.

And that's how he finds himself back in Katsuki's bedroom in the dead of night, all over again.

He knows it's bad. Not just that, it's a crime. He's breaking into Katsuki's home and stealing from his laundry, he's a stalker, a burglar, a criminal.

And yet no matter how villainous this makes him, he can't find it in himself to stop.

Ever since Katsuki decided that Izuku was useless and not worth the time of day, Izuku had begun thirsting for any type of attention. It doesn't matter if it's bad or good; as long as Katsuki notices him, that's all he cares about.