Blue Dandelions

shut up, deku | bakasatsuou (Zuzonicorn)

Summary:

Katsuki had a bad day.

Izuku looks delicious in those shorts.

You do the math.

or: kacchan fucks deku in his office

Notes:

mmmm dekussy brainworms

afab terms for deku (pussy, clit)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

"Shut the fuck up, Deku."

The words were barely audible over their harsh panting, even in the quiet of the room. His hips snapped forward and rolled ever so slightly, grinding deep in Izuku's pussy.

It was driving him insane; the deep, short thrusts not enough to get him off, but just enough to keep him on the edge. He could tell it was affecting Deku, too, his moaning growing louder, almost too loud for the situation they were in.

Katsuki had had a long fucking day. He'd caught some shitty D-lister, nearly blew up someone that almost hit him with their car, and had received an email from his PR team about him yelling at some old ladies that nearly walked into traffic.

So, by the time he'd gotten back to his office at the end of his patrol, he was frustrated. Emotionally and sexually.

Then Deku just had to walk into his office wearing nothing but one of Katsuki's spare tanks and a pair of tight bike shorts. He could practically see Izuku's pussy through those shorts.

He'd stood up from his desk, closed the door (more gently than he'd think he was capable of in his state), locked it, and approached Deku, ignoring whatever he was saying about whatever bullshit reason his suit had gotten destroyed.

Katsuki was not listening as he slammed a still-gloved hand over his stupid fucking mouth, turned him to face his large desk, and bent him over it. His hand moved from covering his mouth to instead grab his fat ass and jiggle it in his hand.

Fuck, he really could see his pussy through those shorts.

Izuku's face was red as he looked over his shoulder at Katsuki. "Kacchan, what--"

"Shut up, Deku." His voice came out softer than he'd wanted it to; he was mad as hell at everything, but apparently his rage could be tamed just thinking about Izuku's delicious pussy.

Katsuki pulled his gloves off and threw them aside, grabbing Deku's ass again and moaning at how soft and tight and warm his skin felt. A thumb slid down his slit, gently teasing at his clit through the shorts.

Deku covered his flushed face with his arms as he moaned, thrusting back against Katsuki's touch. He pressed harder, rubbing tiny circles around his clit, feeling his pussy pulse and grow wet against his fingers.

He couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers away from Izuku's clit and abruptly pulled down his shorts to just under his fat ass. He wasn't wearing any underwear, not that Katsuki gave a fuck right now. He just wanted to feel Deku's pussy around his cock.

He wasted no time shoving three fingers all the way up to the knuckle, knowing Izuku was enough of a whore that he'd be loose enough to take it. He immediately began to rub harshly against his g-spot, thumb pressing lightly against his clit, forcing Izuku to muffle himself with his own hand to keep quiet.

He could tell Izuku was getting close by the way he thrust back against his hand and his thighs tensed and quivered. He kept his pace, using his free hand to pull Deku's pussy lips apart, watching it drool around his fingers.