ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ ;

⋆ 𝘽𝘼𝙆𝙐𝘿𝙀𝙆𝙐 ⋆- mha

top ; katsuki 

bottom ; izuku 

includes; boys in skirts, dom/sub undertones, whipped kat, (bakugo mostly uses izu/izuku in this, not deku)

Girl

Izuku pressed his thighs together, skin warm, soft and tingling with anticipation. His eyes were trained down to the baby blue pleated skirt that rested on his hips, barely coming down to his thighs as it flared out. He held back a whine, thumbing the edge of the smooth material.

Izuku felt a whimper bubble up his throat, cock filling out and lifting his skirt even more. It sent a shiver up his spine and he almost wished for the panties Katsuki had considered purchasing with the outfit. Almost, but not at all.

"Really like it," he mumbled bashfully to his boyfriend, finally shifting his eyes up from the skirt to look at Bakugo. His breath caught in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as he felt saliva run over his tongue.

Bakugo smiled in response.

Izuku's cock hung long and heavy, the head peeking out from the bottom of his skirt.

Izuku needed him, ached for him. His skin felt hot, ears burning red. He would only ever let Kacchan see him like this, deep in submission, begging for cock and whining from his praise.

The older took a step closer as his eyes gleamed with elation. "My baby looks so pretty," he cooed, his small hand coming to rest at Izuku's hip before lightly dragging his fingers up the older man's side.

Izuku did let out a whine this time. "Kacchan," he let out breathlessly, "Need you."

Bakugo chuckled in amusement. "You need me, baby?"

"Izu looks so pretty, my sweet boy is beautiful in blue." Bakugo moved his hands up, cupping Izuku's pecs over the frilly bralette, and twitched as his boyfriend's thumb rubbed the material over his nipple. "So sensitive," He smiled.

Izuku scrunched his hands at his sides. He hadn't been given permission to touch, but as he looked down, seeing bakugo's large cock tenting out his skirt, he couldn't resist begging. He had no shame, not when it came to Kacchan: his perfect dom.

"Please Kacchan, please, want to taste you."

The blonde squeezed his pecs, there wasn't much skin to grab but the strong press of his fingertips made the squeeze all the more pleasurable. "How can I deny you," the older man tutted, easily conceding. "Kneel by the bed."

Izuku stepped away, his ass peeking out under his skirt as he moved to kneel beside Bakugo's bed with a new sense of enthusiasm. He loved the way the older tasted, musky in the way skin naturally was with his own personal scent mixed in. 

He placed his hands on his knees after attempting to pull his skirt, which had ridden up, down to at least try to cover his cock. It didn't work, and that didn't matter as all was forgotten when Katsuki came to sit on the bed in front of him.

Katsuki liked to open his legs wide, resting one hand back on the bed with the other laced through Izuku's hair as he guided and praised him. Izuku could never resist looking up at him, the slide of his lips wet and sloppy as he did so. His mouth watered as he inched his face closer to the younger man's cock.

"Good boy, come wrap your lips around my cock," Katsuki praised, running his fingers through Izuku's hair and, as expected, guiding him forward.

The fuzziness in Izuku's brain clouded around him pleasantly. He licked his lips, allowing the head of Katsuki's cock to push up his lip and then dip into his mouth. The taste of precome tingled on his tongue and he eagerly sucked, moaning at the taste.