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Bkdk a/b/o where theyāre roommates and Kacchan keeps hearing Dekuās vibrator ā¼ļømutual somno Itās been two weeks since they decided to rent a place together immediately after graduating and landing sidekick gigs at Endeavorās agency with Shoto. Itās just practical, really. <a target="_blank" href="https://twitter.com/KeebyCakes/status/1577474699520487424" color="blue">x.com/KeebyCakes/staā¦</a>

Sure, maybe they ignored the fact that theyāre both unmated and heats/ruts are very much a real thing, but theyāre just kids finding their places in the world, so itās okay. Except, two weeks into their shared living arrangement, it is decidedly /not/ okay.

Because their rooms are a bit too close for comfort (see: cheap, small apartment), and Katsuki can hear /everything/ going down on the other side of his wall.

Itās the third night in a row now, the blond laying in his bed, wide awake at 1am as he listens to the soft buzz of Izukuās vibrator, the omegaās soft moans going straight to his cock.

Katsuki grabs the bottle of lotion from his bedside table and slips a hand into his boxers, hissing at the cool feeling as he wraps his fingers around his aching cock. He bites his lip, listening intently to Izukuās soft whines and gasps.

He pictures Izukuās legs spread wide open, the omega languidly rubbing the little vibrator over his clit and lips, moaning in delight at the pleasure. Katsuki strokes himself from base to tip, pulling his cock free of its confines.

He imagines his hand is Izukuās tight little mouth or pussy instead, because heās always harbored a crush on the omega, even back when he bullied him and told him he was a worthless fuck - heād go home and jerk his dick dry to the thought of Izukuās crying face. Sue him.

The sexual tension between them has reached an all time high, but maybe thatās just Katsukiās wishful thinking. But thereās no way Izuku doesnāt know what heās doing when he āaccidentallyā drops the remote and bends over, wiggling his legging-clad ass in Katsukiās face, right?

It happened a week ago, the two of them chilling on their couch watching horror movies when Izuku went to pause it for a bathroom break, dropping the playstation controller in the process.

āOops!ā Heād squeaked, practically diving for the controller, and Katsuki had nearly suffered an aneurysm at the site the fabric clinging to Izukuās fat pussy, the perky globes of his ass jiggling as he blindly fumbled for the controller.

Heād basically sprinted to the second bathroom, furiously stroking his cock and nutting in an embarrassing thirty seconds. Not one of his proudest moments, but a young, horny alpha has to do what he has to do.

- āKacchannnn,ā Izuku whines, batting his lashes prettily when the alpha walks through the door. āWhat are we having for dinner tonight?ā Katsuki ignores the way his cock twitches. āI just got home, you needy fuck.ā

āBut I want Kacchanās katsudon,ā Izuku complains, twirling his hair around his finger, and Katsuki nearly snaps, because Izuku /has/ to be playing up the whole bimbo schtick, he /has/ to be. Heās always been the sweet, innocent type, but he canāt be this fucking naive.

āBlow me,ā Katsuki barks, his face flushing red at his own knee-jerk reaction. Izuku pouts. āI will, if thatās what it takes to get some katsudon around here!ā The air in the living room suddenly turns heated, the two of them staring at each other with narrowed eyes.

āI, um,ā Izuku stammers, bolting up from the couch and running to his room. Weird. - Izuku bites his plush blanket, whimpers of Kacchanās name muffled as he runs his vibrator over his clit furiously, imagining Katsuki throat fucking him.

Heād be so rough, so ungentlemanly, pulling Izukuās hair as he fucks into his throat until all he can taste, see, smell is /Kacchan/. Heād call him a desperate whore, slap his face with his big cock - and Izuku knows itās big, has watched him change more than once.

And if itās that fucking big when itās soft and dangling between his thighs, how big will it be when itās hard and angry, leaking precum at the tip, begging to slide into Izukuās pussy?

Katsuki does end up making katsudon that night, awkwardly knocking on Izukuās door and calling him out for dinner, the two of them avoiding eye contact as they eat and watch their favorite shows on the couch.

āSo, uh, about earlier,ā Katsuki says before Izuku can run off to bed. āI didnāt mean it!ā Izuku nearly screams. āI would never blow you, hah, youāre my best friend!ā Izuku grabs their plates, furiously scurrying into the kitchen and nearly dropping them in the process.

āDid I just get friendzoned?ā Katsuki mutters to the empty room. - Izuku chews on his lips as he stands outside of Katsukiās room, listening to the alphaās loud snoring. Just one look. Just one look, and then heāll leave and keep this secret to his grave.