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God, Katsuki is tired.
There was already enough pressure on his social battery to attend a social event tonight, but stopping that car with his classmates was another layer of things that could exhaust him tonight. That, on top of having to wrangle shit-faced Mina and Denki into his brand new car, was enough to nearly tucker him out on the drive to Denki’s apartment complex.
“Kirishima…” Denki whines, lazily unbuckling his seat belt, “help… top floor…walk me…”
Eijirou smiled and nodded, helping his friend out of the car and inside to the lobby. As much as it embarrasses Katsuki to admit, seeing Eijirou like that always makes his heart flutter. So kind, so willing to help, so chivalrous. That’s the kind of man he loves. The kind who will walk their friend up 11 flights of stairs to make sure they get inside okay. He’ll probably take Denki’s shoes off too, and prop him up against some throw pillows in case he gets sick in his sleep. Other people might get jealous of their fiancé doting on another man like that, but Katsuki loves it. His Eijirou is just so sweet.
Katsuki’s sappy thoughts are interrupted by the man in question crawling back into the passenger seat, placing an affectionate hand on his thigh.
“You ready to go, Kats?”
Katsuki nodded. Home, yes. That’s where he needs to be. Home with Eijirou. Where they can strip down to nothing, crawl into their bed, and kiss until they fall asleep in each other's arms. That's exactly where a sleepy Katsuki Bakugou needs to be.
They sit in a comfortable silence for most of the ride back to their house. The only noise is the quiet rumbling of the engine and their synced breathing. Until they reach a particular red light. The clicking sound of the turn signal is interrupted.
“Baby, you know what I’m gonna ask…”
Katsuki tenses. “The fuck did I do?” he asks, suddenly feeling more awake. The tone feels pointed, and almost disappointed. His stress is short lived though, as Eijirou cuts through the panic with that soothing, raspy laugh. “No, baby, no. M’not mad at you. I figured you knew what I was gonna say. I’m still dying to know what’s up with those crazy seats in the back. Thought you might give me an answer now that you’re all tired and compliant.”
Katsuki let out a scoff. “I ain’t…compliant,” he said, and his partner gave him a knowing look. One that said oh please, you love to be compliant when it comes to me. He knows there's no point in lying now. Time to come clean. “It’s fuckin’ embarassing, Ei. You, uh, you remember that night a few months back? When you picked me up from dinner?”
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“It’s a shame Kirishima couldn’t join us tonight, Kacchan. I know it’s his night off, too,” Izuku said before taking a small sip of his beer. Shoto nods beside him as he takes another bite of his food. Katsuki grunts, poking around at his udon. “He’s been whining for months about not having time to paint the guest bathroom. Wanted to get it done. Fuckin’ annoying, painting instead of coming out with me. Now I’m stuck with you two clowns,” he complains.
The two other men just laugh. Ever since the engagement, Shoto and Izuku have been begging Eijirou to join them for their twice monthly dinners. Izuku would mumble on about how exciting it is to see ‘engaged Kacchan and Kirishima’ up close and in person. However, he stayed back tonight. The god awful yellow paint in the guest bathroom has been driving Eijirou crazy. Even though they never went in there, the mere notion that his and Katsuki’s gorgeous, modern, forever home had such an ugly room made his skin crawl. He needed to fix it so Katsuki wouldn’t have to see it. And so his designer mother-in-law wouldn’t see it in their house either.
“Speaking of lovers,” Izuku started with a giggle, already buzzed, “how was your blind date last week, Todoroki?”
The night goes on as normal. Shoto recounts his horrible blind date and that he was finally able to meet his newborn nephew. Izuku talked for what felt like forever about the lesson plans for the upcoming school year he’s been crafting. Katsuki shivers the second hero law class gets mentioned. He hated that shit. Katsuki mostly talked about how his PR manager is pissing him off and that he can’t find a single competent wedding planner in the entire city. They eat and drink and catch up and it’s actually really nice. Katsuki, albeit reluctantly, enjoys these small gatherings of the three of them. He’s grown now, he doesn’t need to yell or act like he doesn’t need friends. He just enjoys it.
As the evening peters out, Katsuki’s phone dings.
eijirou: i’m here baby!!!
He has to fight the smile that threatens to creep onto his face. The pet name, the overly enthusiastic exclamation marks– Eijirou is so cute.
“Alright, losers, Ei is here. I’m out,” Katsuki stated, grabbing his coat and tossing his share of the pay on the table. Shoto finishes his drink and offers a smile. “Have a good night, Bakugou. I will see you on patrol next week.” Izuku shouts out a quick goodbye, Kacchan, and he’s out the door.
Now that it’s almost March, the nights are getting warmer. The suffocating cold of winter is fading into a peaceful, comforting temperature. He grows even warmer when he sees his car and knows Eijirou is in the driver’s seat despite the tinted windows. He opens the door, and the first thing he’s hit with is the smell of paint. And then he’s hit with something even more damning.
There’s Eijirou, with his toothy smile and his loving eyes. Always so handsome, sure, but right now? Fuck. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail, with his shaggy bangs framing his face. His sunkissed skin is glowing, most likely due to sweat from the physical labor he’s been doing around the house. The white tank top he has on is ridiculously form-fitting, and there are streaks of maroon paint all over it. Katsuki feels like he can’t breathe.
“Hi, my baby,” Eijirou says softly, kissing the apple of Katsuki’s cheek, strong hand instinctively finding his inner thigh. He starts driving immediately. “Did you have a nice time?”
Katsuki can feel a familiar wave of longing hit him. Usually, his arousal builds slowly. His body gradually warms until he’s ready to touch and be touched. But his fiancé looks so sexy in the moonlight that it hits him like a fucking bus. His stomach is in knots and he can feel himself twitching to life in his jeans. “I-it was good,” he stammers. He barely trusts his voice right now.
Eijirou makes a face of slight confusion, but stays focused on the road. The restaurant Izuku picked was roughly a forty-five minute drive from their house. Normally, Katsuki would spend the entire car ride talking. Recounting the events of the evening, making fun of Shoto for his bad date stories and complaining about how Izuku needs to wake up and be a damn hero again. But right now? Silence. And Eijirou doesn’t like that. He thinks he knows what this uncomfortable quiet means–Katsuki is having anxiety about something. And Eijirou needs to ease his mind and calm him down. He couldn’t be more wrong.
“Tell me what you ate,” he said, almost stern.
“Huh?”
Eijirou sighs. “I can tell you’re stressed, Kats. Let me bring you back down to earth, okay? Listen to me, tell me what you ate.”
This part of their relationship is one of few things they keep to themselves. Being in control of his staff, of his patrol areas, of himself…can be incredibly tiring. So sometimes, to keep him at ease and relax his mind, Eijirou will give him orders.
Katsuki, tell me everything that happened today.
Katsuki, finish all your food.
Katsuki, sit still so I can wash your hair.
However, this kind of talk also comes out in the hidden sanctuary of their bedroom.
Katsuki, hold yourself open for me.
Katsuki, put your legs over my shoulders.
Katsuki, be good and cum for me.
It’s all making Katsuki dizzy. He knows Eijirou thinks he’s being helpful, trying to ease him out of what he assumes is a Deku induced panic attack, but all it’s doing is making his hole clench around nothing. All this need, all this aching–he can’t focus. All he can do is exactly what he says.
“I-I had udon.”
“Hmm. Tell me what you had to drink.”
“One beer. Then some water.”
“Tell me what Todoroki and Midoriya ate.”
“W-we all had udon.”
“There you go, baby, thank you for listening so well,” Eijirou coos, making the situation so much worse, “you back with me, sweetheart?”
That does it. The ordering, the way he looks right now, the gentle words, the pet names. If Eijirou isn’t inside him right now, he might actually die. “Pull over, Ei. Fuckin’ – please pull over.” Eijirou sucks in a sharp breath, switching lanes abruptly and pulling into a vacant parking lot. By the looks of it, it seems like a cafe that likely closed hours ago. The lot is small, and the only thing surrounding the car are pine trees, softly swaying in the spring wind.
“Okay, baby, it’ll be alright. Just tell me what's wrong and I–” Eijirou’s words of comfort are cut off by the unstoppable force of Katsuki's lips on his. It’s not soft or gentle or romantic, it’s rough. Teeth clashing and tongues sloppily fitting against each other. Kisses so wet and sloppy that drool drips down onto the center console. Katsuki is too in love and too horny to care about the absolutely lewd whines he lets out as Eijirou licks into his mouth. It takes a moment for Eijirou to realize what’s happening as he slowly pulls away.
“Uhh, Kats? What is this? I thought you were freaking out, I was about to ask you to name five things you can see and four things you can touch.”
“Ew,” Katsuki replied, “don’t do that corny shit. I told you to pull over because you look like a fucking wet dream. If we don’t fuck right now I’m killing us both, moron. Now get back there and lemme blow the shit out of you.”
“Hold on, hold on,” Eijirou said as he wrapped his hands around Katsuki’s waist, stilling his frantic movements. “We’re only a half hour away from home. Are you sure you don’t wanna wait? I’ll take you home and we can go at it for as long as you need, baby.”
Fuck. That does sound nice, Katsuki thinks. With the way Eijirou is talking, he probably wants to carry him to bed, lay him down, and treat him like gold all night. Katsuki’s face against the soft comforter, sweet nothings being whispered in his ear as Eijirou rocks in and out of him. But so help him God, there’s a fire inside him that needs to be put out. And that twitching ache between Katsuki’s legs can’t wait another minute.
“Fuck no,” Katsuki said, crawling into the back seat. “Get your ass back here.”
Eijirou follows suit, twisting his limbs to fit through the gap between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. He lays Katsuki down against the nylon, looking down at his needy, pleading eyes, the ones only he gets the privilege of seeing. Eijirou is a strong man, but he’ll always be weak for his baby. If Katsuki wants to be taken in a parking lot, Eijirou will fuck him until the windows shatter.
Eijirou unzips his pants as quickly as he can, pulling his cock out and doing the same for Katsuki. Still fully clothed, he slots their hardnesses together, kissing the sweet, desperate whimper out of Katsuki’s mouth. They rock their hips together, relieving the need with some friction.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what your body needs, and I’ll give you everything. In the back seat, just like you wanted.”
Precum is already leaking all over their shirts, Katsuki is so messy and sticky just from making out and two seconds of grinding. His mind is gone, his brain is off. All he needs is Eijirou. He clutches his shirt, hands trembling.
“Please, fuck. Please fuck me, Eijirou. You’re so – fuck I can’t…please just fuck me,” Katsuki pleads, eyes wide and cheeks red.
Eijirou kisses him softly, wordlessly agreeing to give him what he needs. He pulls Katsuki’s pants all the way off, throwing them on the ground. He holds his hand out, as if he’s searching for something, and then winces.
“I don’t have any lube, baby. Or condoms. Maybe we can just–”
“I don’t fucking care. Use your spit–use my spit. Cum inside me. I don’t give a fuck, get to stretching me.”
Without missing a beat, Eijirou growls, shoving two thick fingers into Katsuki’s mouth. His mouth, usually reserved for hurling out insults and spitting in the face of villains was now submissively sucking on the fingers that are about to fuck him. Eijirou starts to thrust his fingers, chuckling darkly at the drool spilling out of Katsuki’s lips.
“Oh, good boy. That’s it, get me nice and wet. Doing so good.”
Eijirou ejects his fingers and spreads Katsuki’s legs wider, giving him a better view of that soft, twitching little hole. Katsuki’s foot is up against the headrest, stabilizing himself. The fingers he was sucking come down to gently rub over his entrance, getting him used to the feeling before one thick finger slides in.
“Ei– fuck, please be quick. Need you, need your cock… wanna be full plea–”
“Shh..I got you, baby. I’ll work you open quickly so you can finally get what you’re craving.”
One finger became two, two became three, and little gasps of pleasure and shaky breaths of wonder have turned to pathetic moans and deep groans.
Once he deems Katsuki ready (and gets threatened to hurry the hell up), Eijirou lines his cock up and slowly pushes it inside of Katsuki.
“There you go, all the way in. Fuck, I’m so proud of you, baby. Taking so much cock so easily. Like the good boy you are. Tell me you’re a good boy, Katsuki.”
And there’s that bossiness again.
“Fuck, I-I’m a good boy. Move, Eijirou, please. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Eijirou grips Katsuki’s thigh, pulls out until only the tip remains, and slams home without so much as a stutter of his hips. Every thrust is with the weight of every single inch he has, ramming in over and over again with practiced precision. Every slap of his full, heavy balls against Katsuki’s ass, every groan into his ear, every fingernail digging into the meat of his thighs. No one knows how to please Katsuki’s mind and body like Eijirou can.
Katsuki’s hole is soaked with spit, red and aching from the stretch of his fiance’s cock. His face is soaked too, from his own tears and the wet kisses Eijirou is leaving all over his face. The windows are fogged up and dripping with condensation. Eijirou finds his lover’s eyes, pupils blown and glazed over in pleasure.
“You…damn, you look like an angel. My pretty fucking angel. Gonna give you everything you want. Make your sweet little ass feel so damn good. You like it, baby? You like how I’m fucking you?”
“I love it,” Katsuki gasps, “I fucking love it, Ei. God, you’re gonna make me cum.”
Eijirou grabs the head of Katsuki’s cock, squeezing it. Not enough to really hurt him, but enough to send a message.
“Hold it, baby. I’m not done using you.”
Eijirou angles his ups upward, somehow hitting even deeper, and thrusts so hard Katsuki nearly chokes. He’s pounding, hitting that special spot so aggressively. Hips moving so fast you’d think he’s a robot, specially programmed by some genius with the express purpose of making Dynamight cum his brains out.
“Cumming– Ei please, can’t hold it…ngh!” Katsuki groans, biting his swollen lips as he finishes, white streaks painting his own bare chest. His ass tightens, greedy thing begging for Eijirou’s orgasm.
“That’s right, tighten that hole, sweetie. Make me a nice little fleshlight to nut in. Fuck…you feel how full these are?” Eijirou asks, looking down at his nuts. “All that is gonna go right inside you…my perfect boy…my good boy…take my load, shit!”
Eijirou stills, balls tightening, vision almost whiting out as he finally comes inside. Each pump of the thick, warm torrent sends Katsuki’s mind further and further into paradise. Eijirou moans lowly into his ear, letting more and more jizz pour into his good boy. After a few more seconds pass, he pants and pulls out slowly.
“Hold on, sweetie, I think there’s some napkins in here.”
Eijirou cleans them both off as best as he can, gently wiping over Katsuki’s more sensitive areas, all while whispering the kindest praises into his ear.
Katsuki, despite being loud most of the time, is often quiet after sex. As he sits up, he whines, seeking out Eijirou.
“You okay, Kats?”
Katsuki whines again.
“Fuckin’...my back. Hurts.
Eijirou chuckles, giving him a kiss on the nose. “It was super hot, babe, but this is why the bedroom is better. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“Fuck you,” he scoffs back. “We’re so doing that again. I’m a grown ass man, I can handle a little back pain.”
“Hmm, whatever you say, Kats.”
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It’s been five whole minutes. Granted, that doesn’t seem like a lot of time on paper.
But five minutes in the driveway with Eijirou cackling at him? It feels like ten hours.
“Katsuki…” he wheezes, “you pervert! You picked those seats so we could keep having car sex?”
Katsuki’s ears are on fire. He should’ve known. Stupid future husband. Always looking to make fun of him.
“Oh, go to hell! I told you it was embarrassing. And who gave you the right to start kink shaming me, huh? You can have your breeding kink and your bondage obsession and make me wear cat ears on your birthday, but this is what’s funny? You’re the worst.”
Eijirou’s laughter finally dissipates, and he smiles brightly.
“You’re right, baby. You know what, how about I make it up to you, huh? I know it’s late and we’re already home, but we can…get your money’s worth,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows like an idiot.
Katsuki smiles back.
“Hell yeah we can.”