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Kacchan moans, high pitched and pretty, when Izuku finally slips a finger into him.
He’s so wet that his whole hand is soaked after only a few pumps, making it easy for Izuku to fit in a second finger, and then a third. Kacchan arches his back off Izuku’s chest, grinding his hips up into Izuku’s hand. The movement allows Izuku’s palm to fully cup the smooth, shaved skin of Kacchan’s pussy. It’s soft, without even the slightest hint of stubble, and Izuku finds himself getting lost in the thought of it even while Kacchan continues to buck up into his fingers, trying to get them deeper.
Kacchan has always been clean shaven throughout all the years that they’ve been together. As a matter of fact, Izuku isn’t sure he’s seen a single hair on Kacchan anywhere except his head. Don’t get him wrong, Izuku obviously has no issue with the way Kacchan decides to take care of himself. But he also wishes sometimes Katsuki would just… go natural for a while. What he wouldn’t give to bury his face into Kacchan’s bush-
“Fucking move your fingers asshole, I was so close!” Kacchan whines, and Izuku jolts back to attention, pressing an apologetic kiss to the back of his neck.
“Sorry, I’m sorry baby. I’ll make you feel good.” Izuku resumes the steady movement of his fingers, curling in deep, his other hand pressing hard on the smooth skin of Kacchan’s tummy in that way that never fails to make Kacchan squeal.
“Yes, oh fuck, don’t stop.” Kacchan pants, digging his nails into Izuku’s thigh. His cock twitches at the pinch of pain, leaving a sticky line of precum on the small of Kacchan’s back.
It doesn’t take long to get Kacchan to cum, and he does so beautifully. His legs snap shut, his head tips back against Izuku’s shoulder, and he lets out a piercing scream as he shakes and squirts in Izuku’s embrace.
Izuku pulls his hand out from between Kacchan’s thighs, fingers pruny with his wetness. Izuku contemplates licking it off when Kacchan sighs, shifting against his chest.
“Mmh, fuck me now.” He mumbles, eyes barely able to stay open. Izuku chuckles, wrapping his arms around Kacchan’s tight waist as he presses a kiss to his temple.
“You look like you’re about to fall asleep.” He snorts, and Katsuki only grunts, squirming out of Izuku’s arms so he can roll off to the side, out of the puddle he’s made on their bed, stretching out onto his stomach.
“Don’t care. Fuck me to sleep then.” He says, pillowing his head on his arms and peeking one eye open, lifting his ass slightly to give it a little shake.
And shit, who is Izuku to say no?
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Once Kacchan has been fucked as requested, Izuku remembers the thing that had distracted him in the first place.
“Kacchan, can you grow out your pubes, please?”
It’s quiet for a long moment, quiet enough that Izuku thinks Kacchan may have actually fallen asleep, but then he hears a muffled snort, and feels the way Kacchan’s chest begins to shake with held in laughter.
“What is wrong with you?” Kacchan laughs, shuffling around until they’re face to face, sharing the same pillow. Kacchan’s eyes are such a deep red in the dark like this, nearly black with how they swallow the light.
Izuku’s cheeks heat with embarrassment, and he sputters for something to say, “Wha- nothing! It’s just- earlier when I was fingering you-” Katsuki seems to choke on his laughter at this, but Izuku continues on, “I was just thinking about how smooth you are but- I’ve never seen you with your pubes grown out and, honestly I think maybe I would even prefer that-”
“Izuku, shut up!” Kacchan snaps. Izuku blinks, noticing the way Kacchan’s face is all scrunched up. He’s embarrassed, but he also looks so cute like that, Izuku can’t help leaning in to kiss the wrinkles off the bridge of his nose.
Kacchan is pliant under him when Izuku’s lips migrate from his nose, to his cheeks, and eventually to his lips. They kiss lazily for a long moment, the quiet smacking of their mouths undercut by the gentle hum of their AC unit.
When they separate they’re both breathing heavily, the taste of Kacchan still lingering on Izuku’s tongue.
“Fine. I’ll… grow my pubes out. You pervert.” Kacchan grumbles, and Izuku feels something giddy and excited bubbled up in him.
“Kacchan I swear, I will worship your hairy pussy with my life-”
“What the f- I’m gonna fucking kill you!”
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Evidently, things work out perfectly, because they don’t end up having sex again for a few weeks. Kacchan was scheduled for a lot of late shifts while Izuku had the opposite, which made it hard for them to find time when they were both home, awake, and not bone tired from their packed schedules.
By the time they both get some scheduled time off, it’s been weeks, and sure, Izuku's managed to get himself off here and there, but that’s nothing compared to having sex with Kacchan.
Izuku wakes up on his day off to an empty bed, the sound of water running through the pipes letting him know that Kacchan’s in the shower. He lays there for a long moment breathing in their mixed scents, so long that he eventually drifts back off to sleep.
He’s roused again when he feels the bed dip beside him, slender fingers carding through his morning bed head. Izuku hums, leaning into the touch, eyes fluttering open when he feels Kacchan lean down to kiss his forehead. The first thing Izuku notices is that Kacchan is still naked, and his gaze immediately zeroes in on the patch of hair peeking out from between his legs. The sight of it immediately wakes him up fully, and Kacchan yelps when Izuku hefts him up onto his chest, his legs on either side of Izuku’s shoulders, his pussy hovering just in front of Izuku’s face, so close Izuku can feel the heat radiating off him.
“Now you’re awake, huh?” Kacchan laughs, pushing Izuku’s hair back from his forehead. But Izuku isn’t paying attention to Kacchan’s words, all of his focus honed in on the place between his legs. Weeks of allowing his hair to grow out have left Kacchan with a full, beautiful bush of blonde pubes. The hair is surprisingly straight compared to Izuku’s own, which has a bit of curl to the ends. They’re darker than the hair on Katsuki’s head but only slightly, more of a warm golden tone. Izuku finds his fingers tangling into the hair without his permission; the hair is coarse and wiry, but somehow still soft like fur when Izuku runs his fingers through it.
Izuku encourages Kacchan to shuffle forward some more with strong hands on his waist until he’s able to bury his nose into that mess of soft hair, inhaling deeply. Kacchan squawks indignantly above him, legs twitching around his head. Kacchan smells clean but there’s still a slight musk to him that’s just so Kacchan, it makes Izuku’s eyes roll back into his head. When Izuku opens his eyes again to look up at him, he finds the blonde blushing all the way up to his ears, chest heaving as he pants for breath.
“You’re so fucking weird.” Kacchan says, but the way his pussy begins to glisten with slick, plastering his pubes to his skin, tells a different story.
Izuku’s lips brush against the downy hairs of Kacchan’s pubes as he finally speaks, “You’re so pretty like this.” Kacchan whimpers, biting his lip to stifle the sound. Finally, Izuku darts his tongue out for a taste. Kacchan’s clit is hot under his tongue, and it throbs in time with his rapid heartbeat as Izuku sucks it into his mouth. Kacchan moans loudly, rocking his hips against Izuku’s tongue until he’s practically riding Izuku’s face, and the movement sends shivers down Izuku’s spine as Kacchan’s pubes drag along his skin.
Izuku works his tongue along Kacchan’s slippery folds, swallowing every drop of slick that leaks out of him. He may be having a bit of trouble breathing given the way Kacchan continues to use his face as a grinding pad with little regard for how Izuku is doing below him, but Izuku can’t bring himself to care about anything other than the way Kacchan squeals and cries with every swipe of his tongue. Izuku’s hands slide down from around Katsuki’s waist to grip his thighs, pulling him close to still his movements. Izuku uses the leverage to suck Kacchan’s clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the underside. His cock throbs in his boxers at the scream Kacchan lets out, surely disturbing their neighbors.
“Oh fuck, just like that- Izuku!” Kacchan cries out, thighs twitching and squeezing around Izuku’s head. He’s getting close, if the way his clit pulses and the way he can’t seem to sit still is any indication. Izuku doubles his efforts, lowering his mouth until he can slip his tongue inside Kacchan’s soft hole, his nose nudging against his swollen clit. He’s practically drowning in slick like this, but it’s so worth it when the blonde’s thighs snap shut around his head and Katsuki lets out a shriek loud enough to have Izuku’s eardrums vibrating, a violent spray of slick hitting him in the face as Katsuki squirts against his mouth, absolutely drenching him. Izuku continues to hold Kacchan down by his thighs and lick up every drop of Kacchan’s wetness that sticks to his bush.
“Fuck, stop, stop, stop!” Izuku only moves away when Katsuki whines from the overstimulation, pushing back on Izuku’s forehead until he lets go of his pussy with a wet pop. Kacchan rolls away from him with a heavy sigh, flopping down next to him on the bed.
Kacchan looks over at him, laughing when he takes in the sight of Izuku’s disheveled hair and slick-covered face, “You look a fucking mess.”
“Mmh,” Izuku hums, licking his lips to taste Kacchan’s squirt that still wets his face, “So worth it.”
Kacchan laughs, rolling closer to him to pull Izuku into a sloppy kiss. Izuku falls into it easily, gasping when Kacchan’s hand slides under the waistband of his boxers, brushing against his cock before Katsuki pauses, pulling his hand back out. Izuku is about to protest when he looks down at Katsuki’s hand to see what he’s looking at, mouth dropping open when he sees the blonde’s fingers wet with his spend. He didn’t even realize he’d come. Izuku’s cheeks heat with embarrassment when Katsuki laughs, even more so when he lifts his hand to lick the cum off his hand.
“That’s- Kacchan!” Izuku cries, wrapping his arms around his sticky face while Katsuki laughs at him.
“Oh, what? You can drink my cum but I can’t lick yours?”
“Kacchan!”
Katsuki just continues to laugh at him, Izuku joining him once his embarrassment begins to calm. They lay like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s company, Izuku wrapping his arms around Kacchan as they snuggle in together, not minding the various fluids sticking to their skin.
After a few moments of comfortable silence, Izuku breaks it with a question.
“So, can you stop shaving your pussy?” Izuku asks, yelping when Katsuki pinches his bicep hard, “Ow ow ow, Kacchan!” Katsuki looks up at him with furiously red cheeks, a pinch between his eyebrows as his blush climbs from his cheeks across to his ears.
“You- you’re such a fucking freak! Ugh!” He scoffs, rolling out of Izuku arms and off the bed as he stomps back to the bathroom. Izuku shamelessly admires the sway of Kacchan’s hips and the way his ass jiggles with every step until he’s cut off from the sight by the door slamming shut. Izuku sighs, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.
Well. That wasn’t a no.