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ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍ ` - ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ & ᴍɪɴᴄᴄɪɴᴏ

"Fucking shit," Shoto whined when Katsuki pressed right against that spot inside of him that sent him dizzy with pleasure. The lube filling him was so cool in comparison to Katsuki's hot mouth.



"Please fuck me," he bites out. He feels so empty he can't stand it, and his boyfriends fingers working him open makes him want his dick more than he can stand. He needs to be prepped and he knows it, or he won't enjoy how hard he's about to get railed.
 
Katsuki kept up the fingering until he was sure Shoto was lubed up properly and stretched, then rubbed the rest of the lubricant up and down his engorged cock. The slip inside was like heaven, and Katsuki had to stop midway to avoid coming too fast. "Fucking shit," he panted out, tipping his head back and groaning as his cock buried in that tight ass inch by inch.

He stopped when he was halfway inside, moved back, and sunk into him again, working with Shoto's contractions like it was second nature now. "How's your ass so damn tight no matter how many times I rail you," he grinned, pulling Shoto back by a fistful of his hair, forcing his spine to arch for him.
 
Katsuki sliding inside of him was so amazing his mouth dropped open but no sound came out, just his hands clinging to the couch so tight that his knuckles turned white. Each inch felt impossible, and yet somehow he still wanted more.

He moaned when Katsuki jerked him back by his hair. White lace pulled tight against his pale skin as his back was forced to arch as his greedy hole took in more of his boyfriends thick cock. "Fuck if I know," he muttered, "you always get me so damn loose."
 
Katsuki swore under his breath, pulling one of Shoto's thighs wider apart as if to position him, and ripping the shorts in the process. Once he got comfortable inside his boyfriend's heat, Katsuki wasted no time at all snapping his hips a little harder each time, all the lube he'd squeezed into Shoto making everything sound sloppy and wet, the excess dripping down Shoto's taint. "Fuck, baby boy," he growled under his breath, his hand in Shoto's hair yanking harder.

Maybe they should have thought of a safeword before starting, because Katsuki was going harder and harder, railing Shoto like he wanted to embed him into the couch.
 
He wasn't surprised when the shorts ripped but he didn't have the mental capacity to be worried about it. He could feel himself slipping into that state where he didn't have the mental capacity for anything except bouncing on Katsuki's cock.

They sounded fucking pornographic together. Skin slapping, thrusts wet, and he's been fucked rough before but never like this. It's jus ton the edge of too much and twice he's opened his mouth to say he can't take it but by the third time he's whimpering and the curse words that he tries to say come out as screams.
 
He didn't know what had triggered him either, but Katsuki was getting heated up like Shoto had awakened something in him. By now the globs of lube were dripping onto the defiled couch and Katsuki's hips were slapping against him so hard that his boyfriend's ass was turning a bright pink from the repeated impact. Slap after slap, Katsuki watched with sadistic glee as Shoto's perky ass rippled.

"You can take it," he snarled, now grabbing hold of Shoto's hips for that extra leverage, to pull Shoto onto his cock as it plowed forward. The friction was amazing, rubbing his dick in all the right ways and making his cockhead throb with pleasure. "Fucking take my cock." Katsuki groaned as he rolled his hips forward, balls kissing against that taint tightly and filling Shoto up with his fat meat. He could tell Shoto was struggling, torn between going stupid on his dick and being overwhelmed by how deep and hard he was going. "That's my baby boy," he whispered against the shell of Shoto's ear, breaths haggard as he kept his pace up. "You just fucking relax that hole and take my cock like the fucking slut you are."
 
He didn't think he could take it, and when Katsuki let go of his hair his head dropped like he didn't have the strength to hold it up on his own. He shook his head vehemently, but he didn't speak up. It was too much, too hard, too fast, too deep -

"I-" he started, but Katsuki's voice next to his ear stopped him, and his whole body gave a shake before his fist slammed into the back of the couch and he came. It surprised him, caught him so off guard he felt high from it, his whole body going tight and shooting off like a band pulled taunt and snapped.

When he came down and blinked stars out of his vision his chest was wet and the couch under him marked and his face mashed into the cushions and his ass felt so fucking full.
 
Did Shoto just cum? Katsuki barely even noticed, if not for the spasms he felt around his cock as it fucked that breeding hole viciously. He popped out of that slick pucker with a pant, watching that abused and tender rim pucker from those orgasmic contractions and Shoto twitch and absolutely lose his shit on the couch.

He grabbed his boyfriend's thigh and turned him over, pressing his own knee to the seat to loom over Shoto and see that shame and embarrassment bloom on his lover's face. "Fuck, baby, coming in what, two minutes?" he laughed, bringing Shoto's legs over his thighs and stroking them through his aftershocks. "Didn't even have to touch your cock for that." He spat into his hand and jerked Shoto off for that painful post-orgasm torture.

"Who gave you permission to cum, anyway?"
 
The world lurched before Shoto was being turned and suddenly having Katsuki actually look at him was too much. He could feel his face get red with shame and he would have kicked him if the rubs against his legs didn't feel absolutely amazing. His bliss is short lived though and he hissed when Katsuki touches his cock, hips bucking in protest.

"Fuck you," he mutters through clenched teeth as his body trembles. "I didn't mean to." The words would hold a lot more heat if he didn't sound so wrecked. His eyes fall to Katsuki's own angry hard dick, his ass feeling ridiculously empty without his lovers cum filling it.
 
"I gotta get off," he muttered right back, hauling one of Shoto's legs over his shoulders and keeping the other one draped over his thigh that was pressed against the seat. "So keep swearing. Turns me on," Katsuki smirked as he slid right back into that sloppy hole, groaning as Shoto squeezed tight around his cock. He focused on the angle this time, using him to find the right way for this cock to feel the most.

And when he found that perfect angle, Katsuki grabbed the back of the couch to hold and fucked into his boyfriend, the couch thumping against the wall with every hard thrust.
 
'Don't stick that thing back in me' is right on the tip of his tongue, but Katsuki is sliding in before he can say it, and his head drops back while he moans with the entry. He's fucked open and sore and doesn't even feel like a partner in this so much as a toy for his boyfriends pleasure.

He checks out, he has to, he's too sensitive to pay attention to each thrust. He lets himself go cock stupid and fills the room with desperate moaning and grabs at any part of Katsuki he can reach, his nails digging into skin and his boyfriends name getting shouted loud enough the neighbors will hear it.9
 
Katsuki wanted to prolong Shoto's torture, work that hole open with cock that Shoto couldn't close it properly, but he was too wound up, and the way Shoto was clinging to him, moaning like some slut, it was too much. He stuttered his hips and slammed in balls-deep on the final thrust, groaning loudly as he came waves inside his boyfriend.

"Oh, fuck," he panted out, slipping the tip out just in time for the last few spurts of cum to paint that pretty hole a pearly white. He shoved it back inside, knowing Shoto was sore and resistant.
 
Shoto released a relived sigh the moment Katsuki pulled out of him, which quickly turned into a pained whimper when he shoved back inside. His boyfriend was definitely going to have scratch marks all over his sides and back after this.

The leg over Katsuki's shoulder moved, foot planted on his chest like he was going to push him back, but he doesn't put any force behind it, just meets his boyfriends dark gaze. He's broken into a light sweat, skin blotchy, chest heaving, and he doesn't dare touch is oversensitive dick, not even to try and keep it from twitching in painful interest at how full he feels now.
 
Katsuki kissed the inside of the ankle that was pressed to his chest, panting softly as he came down from his high. His head was spinning from the pleasure, and it took him a moment to finally slip out of that warm sleeve and kiss Shoto.

"Fuck, you look hot," he mumbled, bringing his head down to nurse and nip on those pecs framed by the harness. He hadn't given them any attention the whole time so all he wanted to do was hyperfixate on them.
 
"Stop," Shoto mumbled, but even as he said it a hand came up to rest on the back of Katsuki's head, keeping him close without any real pressure or direction. He was exhausted, legs landing wherever they landed, back at an odd angle, barely able to breathe, but making soft pleased sounds in the back of his throat.

"If you're gonna start fucking me like this we're going to need safe words," he said absently. "I don't think I'm going to be able to sit down tomorrow."
 
Katsuki took that press to the back of his head as a sign for him to keep going instead, and rolled his tongue around that perky nub slowly. "Mm," he groaned out in response, slipping up to kiss his lover on the lips. "You asked for it, dressing up like this," he snorted. How did Shoto expect him to be controlled when he looked that good?

He knelt on the ground in front of the couch, leaned over and between his boyfriend's legs as he kissed his inner thighs. "You liked it in the moment," Katsuki grinned, mouthing along Shoto's cock, his tongue licking a wet stripe along the underside.
 
Shoto's back arched into the warm tingle Katsuki's mouth created around his nipple, and he huffed when his boyfriend moved to kiss him. "I didn't know you'd like it that much," he replies, but instead of sounding upset, he sounds kind of awed.

Katsuki kneeling on the ground made him go a little light headed because there was only ever two things that came from that and they both made him loose his mind. He sighs and melts under Katsuki's mouth, the wet warmth like a soothing blanket around his spent cock, coaxing renewed interest from it. "I didn't say I don't like it now, just that a little warning would be nice. Maybe a weekend to recover."
 
"What am I supposed to say?" he snorted, his tone playful. "I already said I was gonna rail you hard." Wasn't that a warning enough? He kept pressing kisses to Shoto's cock and thighs, moving up his navel to his chest again, where he made a hickey on one of his pecs.

They smelled of sex and sweat, so much that Katsuki couldn't help but mention. "You get me more spent than when I'm battling or training," he huffed, sweat dripping down his face. Technically he didn't even need to work out as often since Shoto kept him in shape regularly.
 
"Just doing what I can to keep you home more," Shoto teased, and damn, didn't that sound horribly domestic. Like they were already
pros and Shoto was already upset with Katsuki being out all night.



He placed a hand under his boyfriends chin and pulled him up for a kiss. "You ripped my shorts."
 
He pressed into the kiss with a needy hum and pulled back an inch to meet Shoto's gaze. His lips pushed into a slight pout. "We don't need to have sex for me to stay around, idiot," he mumbled. Did Shoto really think that? That he needed to put out all the time to keep Katsuki interested?

"I ripped your ass, too," he grinned, kissing him again. "What are you gonna do about it?"
 
"Mm, probably ask you for more tomorrow," Shoto admitted, leaning in for another kiss. He wrapped his arms around his boyfriends neck and drug him closer, pressing kisses to every part of his face.

"It was a joke," he said, to ease the slight guilt he felt at that pout Katsuki had given him. "Because you spend so much time at the gym. When I could keep you here working out with me instead."

He rose his eyebrows suggestively before shifting himself on the couch with a grunt. He felt destroyed. They seriously weren't getting their security deposit back for how much cum was stained on this thing.
 
The following days were spent in relative bliss. Katsuki finally found a place in life when he wasn't so burdened with what had happened with all the recent kidnappings and the thing with All Might. His days were filled with Shoto and that put him in a better mood, so much that trivial things didn't bother him so much anymore. He'd even stopped snapping at Midoriya.

The two were walking back to the dorms from their date out at the mall when all hell broke loose in an instant. Katsuki had barely caught onto something feeling wrong, and by the time a full-fledged Nomu emerged from the alleyway to swipe at Shoto, Katsuki shoved him out of the way and was slammed into the brick wall so hard his head rung from what could very well be a concussion. "Fuck," he coughed. "The hell did you come from?!"

There were no heroes around, not immediately anyway, so Katsuki took matters into his own hands to fight, even if he wasn't dressed for the occasion. They had to. If they were going to be pro heroes one day, they needed to be ready for danger.

But a Nomu? All Might had nearly died fighting just one of these things.

"Get out of my way!" he yelled, blasting the Nomu's arm off, just in time to slip out. The horrid creature just popped out another arm, and screeched as it swung at them both.
 
College had been so normal, so structured, compared to their time in high school that Shoto had forgotten what it was like to be on edge everywhere they went. He was in a carefree mood leaving the mall, ice cream in one hand, Katsuki's in the other, talking. He was blindsided. He almost hit his knees when Katsuki pushed him, put training kept him up right, his palm scraping the ground as he righted himself.



Fucking Nomu's. Why were they still a thing. Why did they seem to be getting better. He almost shouted to ask Katsuki if he was okay, but the blast that rang out answered his question. He lost his jacket and sent ice out to create a barrier, blocking civilians from coming into the area they were at. He wasn't wearing his temperature regulators, but he wasn't useless.



The Nomu swiped at him again and he sent fire up in a protective arc over him, causing the monster to back off with an awful screech. They were in a populated area, this was ridiculous.



"What do we do?" He called, firing off another protective arc. "Keep it busy?"
 
"Like hell we keep it busy! We're killing it!" Katsuki yelled back, ready to take a leaping lunge at the thing's back. Without his grenade attachments, his explosions lacked control, and the explosions burned his sleeves away, all the way up to his shoulders.

He blasted a hole right through its chest cavity but it filled itself back up, the Nomu turning around to swing its arm like a beefy sledgehammer. Katsuki dodged it barely, and yelled over the quickly forming ruckus at Shoto. "Freeze it!" he yelled.

He had an idea, but he didn't know how long they could be in this fight without their equipment and outfits.
 
Shoto wasn't sure they could manage, if he was honest. One of those things had nearly taken All Might out, and had given his father and Hawks a hell of a time. But he squared his shoulders and nodded. They were doing this.

Freezing it was easier said than done, the thing was huge and he was lacking his equipment, but with Katsuki distracting it, he held out his right hand and got to work. The blast sent him back a few feet, frost eating at the side of his face, and the Nomu crashed passed the first layer and made towards him, but the cold sealed itself up the second the thing reached for his face. It was too close for comfort, but it was done.

"I don't know how long it will hold!"
 
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