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izuku always loved to keep his hands busy.
this fact was obvious. one could easily spot the green head twirling a pen in his hands, drawing mindlessly during meetings, or simply fidgeting with his own fingers when he had nothing to do with his hands.
or, he would often hold his boyfriend's hand proudly, drawing shapes into the blond's palm absently. when they were watching a movie with friends, izuku would often play in katsuki's hair. he would even go as far as braiding katsuki's hair into a simple style that katsuki never complained about.
izuku was a very hands-on guy. he worked well with his hands, they were very skilled and precise. he'd even gone on to learn to strum a guitar a bit.
though, that was a story for another day.
today, he had another problem.
this was because he'd drank way too much coffee.
izuku was a casual coffee drinker, yes. he'd have a cup once a day, sometimes only half depending on his levels of sluggishness. though today was different, izuku drank three whole cups after feeling particularly sluggish before going off to work.
at first, he was okay. he was just slightly more uppity today, that's all! he could manage. especially since work kept him pretty busy. he didn't worry about it. in fact, he worked even quicker.
all was good!
that was until he'd gotten off of work early.
izuku huffed as he found himself home sooner than expected, his leg jittering quickly as he sat at his desk. a pencil was tucked tightly into his grasp as he attempted to draw to keep himself busy.
though, this wasn't working. izuku's hands began to shake. this was unusual for izuku. his hands never shook. he was very precise with them. but now he couldn't focus on them enough to keep them still.
izuku groaned as he finally gave up, frustration briefly consuming him as he tossed his pencil off to the side, to which it snapped against the hardwood floors. his eyes widened at this, izuku often forgot his own strength when he grew angry.
"damnit..." izuku cursed weakly before getting up, picking up the remains of his pencil, and tossing it into the trash.
izuku sighed heavily as he now stood in his kitchen near the trash can. he began to crack his knuckles slowly, artificial energy seeping from his pores. his mind was racing, he was bored and overflowing with the need to do something, anything.
izuku grew anxious at this before a realization washed over him.
katsuki was home.
the green-haired male beamed softly at this before exiting the kitchen with a slight hop in his step.
izuku had forgotten that it was katsuki's day off! the blond was so silent, he must've been asleep or at least relaxing on his day off since they were rare.
this thought almost made izuku feel bad for what he was about to do.
almost.
izuku hummed as he walked up the stairs, occasionally skipping a step as he wished to see katsuki immediately. once at the top, he quickly approached the door of their shared bedroom before swinging it open swiftly.
there on the bed lay katsuki comfortably, stuffing his face with spicy chips as he scrolled on his phone with headphones on. the blond was laying on his stomach, facing away from izuku. so, it was obvious that katsuki didn't notice the green-haired male entering the room.
though, he was taken by surprise once he felt a heavy dip in the bed as izuku joined, kicking his shoes off before fully caging katsuki with his arms.
"wha- the fuck?!" katsuki gasped as he pulled his headphones off before turning around to face izuku. "i didn't know you were home early?!"
"got home twenty minutes ago.." izuku hummed before pulling katsuki into a kiss. the blond hummed at this while izuku cringed a bit at the spicy flavor that lingered on katsuki's tongue. izuku wasn't a fan of spicy food. yet, he ignored it as he had a goal in mind.
izuku moved quickly, flipping katsuki onto his back completely before his hands moved to stroke the exposed skin of katsuki's waist where his shirt began to lift.
"aye-! calm down!" katsuki said, pulling himself up a bit in an effort to escape izuku's hands which moved with the intent of removing his clothes. izuku visibly frowned at this, phantom puppy ears drooping at katsuki's words. "what's wrong, deku?"
izuku continued to sulk, his hands never leaving katsuki's waist as he rubbed semi-absently. katsuki's gaze softened at this, he always had a soft spot for those big jade eyes.
izuku often looked like a kicked puppy and katsuki was a weak man.
"i dunno... i drank too much coffee today and i'm so jittery." izuku admitted, now making soft scratching motions against katsuki's skin. though, his nails were trimmed and so katsuki only felt rubbing. "and y'know i'm already so fidgety... the coffee made it worse."
"deku you idiot.." katsuki laughed, running a hand through those soft curls. he could see the frustration in izuku's eyes then. "well how're you gonna fix that? wanna do my hair?"
"actually... i was hoping i could do something else."
katsuki squinted his eyes at the faint glint in izuku's eyes yet it disappeared as soon at it came. yet izuku had such a needy look in his eyes, a look that katsuki grew a soft spot for. a look that izuku knew katsuki would forever say yes to.
"whatever you want, deku."
———
katsuki never expected to regret those words so much.
"f-fuck, izuku! please—" he gasped, gripping izuku's strong forearm as his back arched off of izuku's strong body for the umpteenth time.
sweat caused his fluffy blond hair to cling to his forehead messily as his legs trembled helplessly in an attempt to close as he tried to escape izuku's touch. though it was all useless as izuku held katsuki's legs parted widely with his own legs.
katsuki sobbed as he came once again. he had no clue how many times he'd come, he'd lost count after the fourth time.
izuku's hands were ruthless, yet his face remained calm. katsuki could only briefly gaze up at him only to notice that izuku had his eyes straight ahead.
the fucker was watching tv!
katsuki fumed at the sight, how could izuku watch television so casually as if he weren't three fingers deep in his pussy?!
yet, he couldn't help but find it so sexy that izuku was able to make him cum so much with little attention. wet arousal throbbed within katsuki and izuku seemed to notice this, the pace of his fingers quickening as two fingers from his other hand perfectly rubbed katsuki's engorged clit.
"shit—!" katsuki jolted, his expression miserable with pleasure. he wanted to cry, he had never once stopped shaking since his first orgasm. izuku was so cruel, every time katsuki would raise his hands in an attempt to get izuku to let up, his hands would be slapped away quickly.
he'd been given no breaks, and izuku was determined to rid himself of all excess energy. his fingers moved so quickly, in and out whilst circling katsuki's clit.
though katsuki truly felt as if he were going to die of pleasure once izuku slipped a hand away from his clit, rising to his puffy chest before landing on his pert nipple.
katsuki inhaled sharply, his eyes lidded as izuku circled the sensitive bud with slick fingers.
izuku finally broke away from the television as he felt the sensitive bud grow stiff between his wet fingers. "aww.." izuku cooed sweetly. his voice was way too calm in comparison to katsuki's desperate cries.
"fuck, i can't—izuku, i'm—i'm gonna pass out if i cum again..." katsuki begged as he felt another orgasm nearing. he was now so overstimulated, his chest rose and fell quickly as he attempted to make izuku ease up once again.
"kacchan, you always say that..." izuku whispered, pulling his hand away from katsuki chest before returning to his clit. his thrusts inside of katsuki's cunt were harsh, yet he circled katsuki's clit gently, making sure to make katsuki feel as good as possible.
and obviously, it was working as he felt the constant flow of wetness. katsuki continued to beg and plead, yet he never once uttered the word 'stop'. this told izuku that he was doing okay, if katsuki didn't like it, he would know.
and so he began to go faster, his thrusts growing deeper as he curled his fingers inside of katsuki. his reaction was different this time, katsuki tensed a bit and izuku didn't miss this. and so he did it again, his thrusts growing shallow as he focused on pressing against the same spot inside of katsuki. his fingers circled gently yet fast-paced against katsuki's clit, making sure to rub perfectly every time.
katsuki utterly lost it at this. throwing his head back, he moaned wantonly as his hips now bucked up into the touch. this was a completely new feeling to him, tears now spilled from his eyes as white sparks shot behind his lids. he had never felt this way before! his lower abdomen grew tight with a sensation familiar to having to pee.
oh no.
"izu-izuku!" katsuki attempted to warn, yet it was useless. his words fell on deaf ears. and deep down, he didn't want izuku to stop. but, he knew he'd be utterly humiliated if he pissed himself!
"seriously! i- fuck...! i th-think i'm gonna—"
before he could finish, katsuki was interrupted by a high shriek as he came with a harsh jolt. his hips rose from the bed as he cried out, his eyes rolling behind already closed lids with a heavy sob. he shook harshly as he felt a sensation similar to releasing. it was euphoric, he felt as if he were ascending from the bed he squirmed upon. katsuki whined at this, attempting to pull away from izuku's torturous fingers. yet izuku never let go, only slowing his fingers at katsuki's reddened clit as his other hand remained deep inside as he pressed against that certain spot inside of katsuki that even the blond didn't know of.
it was all too much, katsuki wept pitifully and it was only then that izuku decided to truly ease up. he pulled his fingers out of katsuki's sopping cunt, noticing how his fingers began to prune slightly from being inside of the wetness for so long.
for a moment katsuki's ears felt plugged. he was drowning in pleasure. though, his ears soon popped, allowing sound to properly enter as he slowly came down from his painfully sweet high.
"woah." izuku said, his voice heavy with shock. katsuki was confused for a moment before he looked straight ahead, blinking away the tears that blurred his vision before noticing the wet stains on his sheets that stretched far.
holy fuck.
did he actually piss?!
embarrassment pooled within katsuki's face as he looked up at izuku who returned the gaze. "kacchan, you squirted." izuku gasped with a certain bit of amusement, almost as if he were admiring katsuki for the mess he made.
though, katsuki was all but amused. pure humiliation boiled within his chest, scorching him from the inside out as his skin darkened to a deep scarlet.
"deku, you asshole!" katsuki's voice roared as he sat up, his legs trembled harshly yet he ignored it as he finally broke away from izuku's dangerous grasp.
"what? did it not feel good?" izuku questioned with a certain glint akin to something... sadistic.
katsuki glared harshly, yet his gaze did in fact soften a bit. yes, it did. but who the hell was izuku to make his body do things even he didn't know it could do?! and for what? because he was simply bored?!
katsuki fumed at this. he often wondered what was going on in that dumb head of izuku's. "fuck you. last time i ever try to help your jittery ass." he groaned.
izuku only giggled sweetly before pulling katsuki into a kiss. katsuki sighed, his anger and embarrassment melted away as those hands returned to his body. "but you looked really cute when you did it..." izuku admitted between kisses as he kneaded the blond's strong thighs. katsuki whined izuku made his head feel so heavy with lust. no matter how many orgasms izuku pulled out of him, he always wanted more.
"wanna see you do it again."
it was then that katsuki felt izuku's clothed bulge against his leg. he slowly parted them, shifting to lean against their headboard. izuku hummed at this, slotting between katsuki's parted legs before sliding his hands back down between katsuki's legs.
"ah-! fuck, deku! give me a second at least... i'm still sensitive." katsuki pulled away, slapping izuku's arm with no intent to harm. he jolted the second izuku's eager fingers met his clit.
"sorry, kacchan..." izuku whispered. his face was now flushed deeply, his voice breathy with lust. katsuki was like a drug and izuku was so desperate for a fix. his hands trembled with the urge to touch yet he simply stroked katsuki's thighs, his foggy head now resting in the crook of katsuki's neck in an attempt to hide his deeply reddened skin.
katsuki giggled at the sight, izuku was so cute when he got all worked up. it almost hurt his heart to not let izuku touch. and so, after what felt like hours to izuku—which in reality were five minutes—katsuki finally gave him the sign to go.
"okay, deku i'm ready—"
katsuki could hardly get his words out before he was damn near tackled into a deep kiss. izuku's hands were immediate, returning to katsuki's pussy with renewed vigor. as if they were meant to be there.
and much to katsuki surprise, izuku managed to make him cry even harder this time.
fuck. what on earth did katsuki agree to once he started dating this restless idiot?! those hands never once seemed to get tired, even after katsuki made a complete mess on their once-dry sheets.
izuku did love to keep his hands busy, after all.
and poor katsuki just seemed to be perfect for those eager hands to play with for as long as they pleased.