Blue Dandelions

In with the pink! | Direct

Summary:

"Okay Kacchan. One," Izuku holds up the first top, chin high, before switching it out, the second top more revealing than the last. "Or two?"

And Katsuki, being the ever supportive boyfriend that he was, gestures to the top in his own hands, this one practically a thread compared to the ones Izuku had picked. "This one, baby. Show your tits more, yeah?"

OR:

Katsuki adores his stupid, ditzy bimbo bitch of a boyfriend so much.

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"Kacchan, have you seen my—"

"The cherry pop lipgloss is in the pink drawers."

"But—"

"If you're looking for your highlighter, you left it by the sink last night baby."

"Shoot!" Izuku whines, hurrying over in a flutter to give a quick kiss on Katsuki's cheek. "You're the best, Kacchan! Thank you!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Katsuki chuckles as he watches Izuku hurry off into their shared bathroom in a flurry of panicked movement, tripping over slightly on his own feet before stumbling as he rushes to get prepared. The blond shakes his head, fond, as he goes back to slipping on the red and black track jacket, checking his watch.

"You got ten minutes, Deku," Katsuki calls, adjusting his sleeves before looking at the mirror to examine his own outfit. The high-cut maroon sneakers went with the black color block corduroy pants and retro jacket, his explosive blond hair contrasted against the dark colors nicely. "Tell me when you're ready—"

The door to the bathroom busts open to reveal Izuku in all of his beautiful glory, beaming wide smile across his face as he sticks a pose: one leg up, hand throwing a peace sign by his eye as he cutely does a little twirl just for Kacchan.

Katsuki hums, eyes raking down his pretty omega's body appreciatively, observing the velvet fabric, bubble gum tube top with Barbie scrawled on the chest and matching tight miniskirt that hugged that perfect ass. Izuku smiles up at him, cheeks bright pink as he shyly shifts those five inch heel clad feet, pedicure on point as always (Katsuki would know, he's the one that fucking did them).

"Pretty boy," Katsuki rumbles, and he watches Izuku giggle at the redden at the praise as if the alpha doesn't shower him with them on the daily. "You ready to go to Mina's, baby?"

Izuku nods, skipping towards him and taking his arm, attached to his side, the soft swells on his chest smooshing against Katsuki's forearm in the process— and duh, the blond notices— he was his alpha.

"No bra today?"

"Nu-uh," Izuku shakes his head absentmindedly, oblivious as always to the way Katsuki was staring at his boobs, blinking up confusedly when he realizes his boyfriend was rooted to the spot after trying to tug him to the front door. "Kacchan?"

".. You're lucky we're about to be late," Katsuki snorts, ruffling the omega who chirps with curiosity, attention easily curbed when the older man squeezes his ass and jingles his keys before slapping those fat cheeks forward and making the omega shriek . "Hurry up, idiot, or raccoon eyes 's gonna think that you seduced me into having a quickie before her party again."

"Wh- I dont s-seduce you! It's always Kacchan that touches me first and—"

"Whatever lets you sleep at night, babe."

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Watching Izuku interacting with people was always a treat.

Contrary to popular belief, Katsuki wasn't a jealous boyfriend— very far from it, actually. Hell, when he met Izuku during his freshman year of college, he didn't even care about the dumbass rumors that were circulating the Uni: how Izuku sucked mad cock, the amount a bigger number than what he's capable of what he can count to, if you listened in closely to the gossip.