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ikenbar · 3 years

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A Date with Kiro: The Costume Shop

Howdy folks!

So, I’ve had the idea for dates supporting my oc, Ikamara for some time now but I wanted to go a little farther in her story before trying anything. But now we are at Chapter five so HERE WE GO!!

I also want to use the dates to show off who would be the main fella for the next chapters!! and SURPRISE!! Kiro will be the main for the next chapter!! :D So excited for this chapter you guys have no idea. And I’ll be able to show it off next week!! Stay tuned~ ;P

-Ike and Bar Productions

Setting: Right after the happenings of Chapter four. Ike has a weekend off so she spends it investigating some leads on the Montu case.

To understand some details about the Montu case, feel free to read Chapter one, part one of my fanfiction here! If you’re just here for the sake of a Kiro date, enjoy your stay! You don’t have to read the fanfiction to understand what is happening but it would make more sense! :D

Warnings: There are none. Unless you have a problem with tight clothing and/or cute gay moments.

Date with Kiro: Costume Shop

"Sorry, mam. Like I said before, we don’t sell that here.”

I pouted, dropping the mask in my hand slightly. I had made a goal to visit all of the costume shops in Loveland city, searching for the mask Montu had sent me, hoping to find one that had sold it. But the city only had three costume shops, and I had been through all them before ten on a Saturday.

Sensing my disappointment, the shop owner continued, “If it would make you feel better, you can have a look around. I don’t know. Maybe they took something apart from my store to make it.” I thought a moment, then nodded, shoving the mask into my messenger bag. I turned and looked around the shop. It was small but jam packed full of strange outfits and costumes. Some of which seemed to be vintage. This intrigued me.

I had barely taken one step into the store before a buzzing came from my pocket. I pulled it out and froze.

It was Kiro.

I still hadn’t quite accepted the fact that the Kiro was now one of my frequent connections. But there he was, calling me on a Saturday like we were actual friends… at least I hoped we were. Maybe I was just a question he was trying to answer. After all, how we met left a lot to the imagination.

Without wanting to waste anymore time, I quickly answered the call.

“Speaking.” I said, as casual as I could.

“Hey Super Stranger! How are you?”

Instantly my sour mood disappeared as Kiro’s happy voice filled my ears. Kiro had given me that nickname when I had saved him from a car accident. I had my motorcycle helmet on so he couldn’t see my face very well. He had called me his hero and had given me a nickname to commemorate it. And, though the nickname was corny, it never ceased to bring butterflies to my stomach. “I’m alright.” I mused, walking further into the store as I spoke, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” Kiro sang, “Guess what?”

“... What?” I asked, my smile faltering slightly.

“I found this amazing little stand that serves the best drinks! You’ve gotta come try it!”

“What- Now?” I scoffed.

“Yeah!” Kiro sang, “I don’t know when they are closing so it has to be now!”

“I’m a little busy with work.” I said, pulling at various costumes from their racks, “I don’t think I’d be able to leave it so easily.”

“You work on the weekends?” Kiro laughed slightly.

“Well superheroing isn’t really a part time gig!”

“But even superheroes need breaks!”

“Yeah, well, crime never rests.”

“But they make an amazing hot chocolate! They add espresso for extra flavor!”

The mention of coffee instantly changed my attitude.

“What do you say? Just one drink!” Kiro’s pleas increasingly became higher pitched, as if he was a child promising to do chores for a piece of candy.

Before I could say another word, a scream came from Kiro’s end of the phone. “Oh no.” Kiro whispered with dread on his tongue, “I’ve been spotted! I’ll text you the address and you can just meet me here!”

“Are you sure that’s a good-”

“No time to talk!” Kiro hurriedly said, “Gotta go! Later Stranger!” And with that, he hung up the phone. I looked down at the phone, shaking my head uselessly at it. Despite the disapproval I felt, a smile still crept it’s way up my lips. There was no way of saying no to that man.

With new found motivation, I searched the variety of costumes for anything pertaining to Montu. Without realizing it, I had begun looking through the superhero suits. As I scanned the clothes, I pulled out a particularly familiar looking costume. My foster brother, Sam, and I used to watch old cartoons from CDs that our foster father kept in his attic. There were a thousand collections to pick from but one cartoon in particular truly piqued our interest.

Boot Fever.

It was about a group of superheroes that fought villains who tried taking over their already crumbling city. It was a very old show with a very old premise but, man did Sam and I eat it up. From the characters to the animation to even the terrible voice acting, we watched that show late into the night. I may not have had great memories of my childhood, but those memories are ones I would take to my grave.

I thought the show had long been forgotten but there I was, holding the main protagonist’s outfit. Her name was Red Sparrow. Her super power was to be able to transform her body into anything she thought of. Sam compared her to me all the time. Though the only point he could connect us to was the fact she was strong. Because, other than that, we were complete opposites. She was very dramatic and in tune with her emotions. Not to mention her suit was extremely form fitting. And, at the time, the tightest thing in my closet was my yoga pants. Even then they would be paired with an oversized sweatshirt and a flannel around my waist.

Past all of that, I loved the fact that she wore a full face mask. It resembled the face of the bird she was named after and, though the design was simple, made her character a big hit in her time. Women's appearances in shows in that time were based solely on how revealing they were. Red sparrow seemed to take that and turn it on it’s head. Her jumpsuit completely covered her whole body, hiding her identity completely.

I plucked off the mask from the top hanger and turned it over in my hands. No one would know it was her unless they took it off. She was a mystery. I longed to be that mystery ever since I was a kid-

A loud bang came from the front door. I ducked behind the clothes rack, immediately bracing for a fight. Instead, I was met with the sound of someone panting heavily. “Welcome in, sir.” The owner of the shop said sarcastically, “Is there something I can help you find?” Curiosity overlapping my shock, I peered around the rack.

There, weakly leaning on the door, was Kiro. He had his eyes closed as he gasped for air. He was in his usual disguise of sunglasses and a black hoodie, but the hoodie’s armpits looked to be drenched in sweat as his sunglasses slid down his equally wet face.

I quickly sunk back behind the rack, frozen in fear. Kiro can’t be here! I screamed in my head, If he tried talking to me he’d know I was Super Stranger! Then I would only disappoint him by being some lowly tv show producer with no regard for feelings! Not to mention, holding a scantily clad costume of an old tv show. I have to act fast.

Looking down at the mask in my hand, a stupid plan came to mind. Not having the time to second guess it, I quickly threw the mask on and pulled the rest of the costume off of it’s hanger. I hurried to the dressing room and pulled the curtain shut, praying that Kiro didn’t notice me go in there. I quickly started stripping down, folding my clothes and shoving them into my messenger bag as I moved.

As I changed, I heard some screaming coming from outside of the small shop.

“I saw him go this way!”

“Quick! Don’t let him go too far!”

Some rustling came from inside the store as Kiro’s familiar voice traveled the air, “Sir, I need a place to hide! Please! Help me!”

I had never heard Kiro so desperate. Half of me wanted to jump out of the dressing room right then to help him. The other half would rather finish getting dressed first.

The latter won.

I pulled on the skin tight suit, regretting it instantly as it squeaked over my skin and tugged at my unshaven leg hairs.

“I don’t know, sir.” the shopkeeper droned, “That sounds rather suspicious to me.”

“I’ll give you my autograph.”

“There is a dressing room over there you can hide in.” The shopkeeper spoke quickly and excitedly. I cursed in a whisper as I picked up my pace. After a moment of pause, quick steps approached my hiding spot. With one last zip of my costume, thankfully from the front, the curtain to the room shot open. Kiro hadn’t looked at me yet, still focused on the door where the screaming had only further increased. But, once he had, his face went completely red.

“I-I’m so sorry!” Kiro stammered, eyes darting straight to the ceiling, “I didn’t know this room was occupied!” A loud bang came from the store’s door again. Without lingering on the awkwardness anymore, I grabbed Kiro’s arm and pulled him into the room. I pushed him into the corner and held a finger to the mask’s beak. Still bushing wildly, Kiro nodded, holding his eyes on my mask all too securely.

High pitched voices rang through the store as they searched the shop. Some of them were questioning the shopkeeper. Others were whining about how small the store was. The sound of metal scraping against metal chimed in the mess of sounds as the girls started searching the clothing racks for him. Soon the interrogating and complaints turned even more sour as they slowly came up with nothing.

Just as I thought we were in the clear, a shadow appeared under the dressing room curtain. “Hey!” A particularly annoying voice called, “Is there anyone in there?!” I froze. Kiro couldn’t answer. He was the person they were looking for! But I couldn’t answer either because Kiro would know I was Super Stranger!

“Hello?!” The girl impatiently called. I felt Kiro’s eyes on me.

I sighed.

“Occupied.” I resolutely boomed. The shadow flickered.

“S-sorry!” She said, obviously startled by my voice. The shadow quickly disappeared. Avoiding Kiro’s eyes, I walked over to the curtain and peered out of the room, just in time to watch all the girls leave the store. I sighed once again and straightened myself, letting the curtain fall back into place.

“You should be safe now.” I said, turning back to face Kiro. He was staring at me wide eyed and mouth agape. His face had significantly returned to it’s normal hue, if not for a slight blush on his cheeks.

“S-Super Stranger?!” He scoffed, finally letting his eyes stray from my face and to my body. I folded my arms and popped my hip.

“Eyes up here, chief.” I deadpanned, signalling for him to adjust his gaze. He did so, his blush rushing back through his face.

“Sorry!” He chuckled nervously, pulling his eyes from me completely, “I just never thought you’d have such a…”

“Yes?”

“... Such a love for such an old show! I mean, how old do you have to be to know who Red Sparrow is?!”

“Apparently not old at all.” I walked over to Kiro and tilted my head so our eyes met, “Suggesting that the twenty-three year old Kiro knows about it.” Kiro tensed. Then he laughed, releasing some of the obvious tension that rode on his shoulders. He looked at me adoringly through the mask.

“I can’t believe it, Super Stranger! You saved me again!” Kiro raised his arms. I held a hand out.

“They were just some fangirls.” I insisted, pushing Kiro backward, “No big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal! Who knows what they would have done if they caught me! Let me make it up to you.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“Come on it’s the least I can do! Hey! That drink stand I was telling you about isn’t too far from here! Let’s go there!”

“And how do you expect to get out of here with those girls looking for you?” I asked, folding my arms again. Kiro’s eyes flickered back to my body. Then, a strange emotion sparked in his eyes as he let them linger there.

“I just need a new disguise!” He said rubbing his hands together. I slowly looked down at my outfit.

“... If you think you’re getting this-”

“No, this shop is full of costumes! I wonder…” Kiro walked past me, being careful not to touch me. He paused at the curtain, checking that the coast was clear, then he moved out of the room. I had only been alone for a couple of minutes until Kiro had returned, costume in hand. I froze.

In his hands was the costume of Complex Cell, the sidekick to Red Sparrow. He could duplicate himself up to a thousand times and not break a sweat, easily confusing the enemy long enough to take them down. He also just so happened to be Red Sparrow’s love interest.

“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“What do you mean, Sparrow?!” Kiro beamed.

>>>

“I can pay, Kiro.”

“Who is this Kiro?!” Kiro boomed, handing the shop owner his card, “For I am COMPLEX CELL!!” I rolled my eyes. The moment Kiro had put on the costume it was like he had completely disappeared, only to be replaced by Complex Cell. The overly confident, motivating, annoyingly positive sidekick of a superhero… so in reality not much had changed other than how he spoke, which was cute at first but it got boring quick.

“Come, dear Sparrow!” Kiro laced his arm into mine, “Hot chocolate awAITS US!!” He took his card and skipped out of the store, pulling me closely behind him.

The moment I stepped out of the store, I immediately felt the eyes of the world on me. I may have been comfortable with my body but I had never been that exposed before. I normally would be wearing at least a jacket but now…

“Hey.” Kiro tugged on my arm, “You ok, Sparrow?”

“I’m not Red Sparrow.” I said through my teeth, “Do you realize how much we stand out?! Everyone’s staring!”

“The sidewalk is practically empty.”

“Emphasis on practically.”

“Stranger,” Kiro laughed and tapped my arm lightly, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Remember, you’re not the only one dressed up like this! I’ve got your back! Besides, you look amazing!”

My heart leaped through my throat, “... You really think so?”

“Of course!” Kiro looked down at me. His mask only covered the top half of his face, exposing his glistening smile, “I’m disappointed more people aren’t looking! More people need to see how amazing you look!” I elbowed Kiro in the side but still felt the uneasiness lift from my shoulders. There was nothing Kiro would say that could make me hate him.

“Red Sparrow!?”

Kiro halted in his steps and spun around. A small child smiled brightly at Kiro and me. She was tugging at her father’s jacket, pointing at us excitedly. “Dad! Dad, look!! It’s Red Sparrow and Complex Cell!” Kiro released my arm and struted confidently towards the kid.

“Hello, dear child!” Kiro boomed, , smiling brightly and laughing dramatically as he knelt to the little girl’s eye level, “I see you have spotted Sparrow and I! But I am very surprised that someone as pretty as you could know about us!”

“I watched you guys win battles with my mom!” The girl giggled, blushing at Kiro’s shining face, “I really like how you guys save the day! Everyday! I especially like Red Sparrow.” The girl looked hopefully up to me, “She’s my favorite!”

“Well today is your lucky day!” Kiro turned to look at me as well, smile somehow brighter than before, “Isn’t it, Sparrow??” I looked between the two of them, frozen in place. I know what Kiro wants. He wants Red Sparrow. But I'm not Red Sparrow! I’m Ike. The horrible, cold, distant-

A sparkle flashed across the little girl’s eyes. A sparkle I was all too familiar with…

I sighed.

“My dear adventurer!!” My voice jumped to action as I threw my hands in the air and cat-walked over to the girl, “I am honored to be considered your favorite superhero! Pray tell, just how are you doing this fine day?” I knelt down next to Kiro and posed for the girl. Her face lit up beautifully, smiling brighter than even Kiro. Before I could say anymore, she ran into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly and nearly tipping me over. I kept my arms out, looking to Kiro for any kind of help he could give me. He merely grinned, flashing me with adoring eyes. I frowned uselessly at him. He was no help.

I patted the little girl softly on her back, “M-My! You startled me.” I awkwardly said in Sparrow’s voice, “What’s this for?”

“Last year, my mommy died.” The little girl’s whisper stunned me even further, “She was sick and spent a lot of time in her bed. But we would still spend time together to watch you save the day! She said that she liked you because it didn’t matter what happened to you. You would always make sure the bad guys would lose. And that’s why you’re my favorite! Because you were my mom’s favorite!”

Anything I wanted to say was blocked by a lump forming in my throat. Tidal waves of emotions crashed through my heart as the girl’s grip remained tight around my neck. I may not have had that kind of experience before, nor did I want to experience it, but hearing it come from such a small voice made me feel so bad for her. Like I was next to her on that bed and watching those shows with her mom. The only person I watched those kinds of shows with was Sam and if I were to lose him…

I wrapped my arms around the little girl, pulling her closely to me as I cradled her. “You and your mother have quite an amazing taste.” I said, heroic voice faltering slightly, “But, you should know one thing. I am only a hero because you allow me to be one.” The little girl pulled away from me.

“What do you mean?” She asked, her big eyes filled with curiosity. I smiled lightly and moved my hands so I was holding her arms.

“I am only a hero to protect people like you! Without you, I would be nothing.” I tilted my head and winked at the girl through my mask. The girl shook her head and pushed my hands down.

“That’s not true.” She smiled, “You don’t need someone watching you to do the right thing! You should be able to do it because you know it’s right! That’s what my mom always said!” My finger twitched. Without a moment to waste, the girl turned to her father.

“Daddy! Daddy! Can you take a picture of us!!”

The girl and her father walked joyfully away, leaving Kiro and me in silence. A hand rubbed my back. “You alright, Stranger?” Kiro asked, finally dropping his hero facade.

“... How can a girl that young be so smart?” I asked softly, folding my arms and adjusting my posture to one that better suited me instead of Red Sparrow. Kiro laughed.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing!” He said through a chuckle, “I guess it’s true that wisdom comes from experience.” Kiro’s words left us in another meaningful silence.

“... She reminds me of my foster brother.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. Kiro’s head snapped to me in my peripherals.

“You… were a foster kid?” Kiro asked, tone shifting dramatically.

“We used to watch Boot Fever all the time when we were growing up.” I continued, ignoring Kiro’s question, “He would dress up and pop popcorn because he was so excited to watch it with me.” I turned and caught Kiro’s sparkling eyes. I rolled my own and shoved him from me.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I deadpanned.

“Stranger!” He said, closing the distance between us again with open arms, “You’re opening up!”

“Yeah, yeah.” I mused, looking round the area we were standing in, “Where is this drink stand you have been raving about?”

“Oh!” Kiro quickly grabbed my hand and pointed behind me. A cute, wooden, mobile drink stand sat on the other side of the street. Steam wafted up from a false chimney, gracing the cool air with the soft smell of caramel and cinnamon. Two people stood in line for the drinks, but other than that the street was nearly empty. “Luckily for us, those girls didn’t see me at the stand.” Kiro excitedly said into my ear, “And there is no line! Let’s go!” Kiro pushed against my back. I quickly swatted him away and started walking to the stand on my own. Kiro quickly followed, clapping his hands together like an eager child.

The couple at the stand left with their drinks, leaving room for Kiro and me to walk up. The woman manning the stand looked me up and down. A charming smile flashed on her lips. “Red Sparrow?” She asked, leaning on the counter and arching an eyebrow.

“Barista?” I asked, folding my arms again. She laughed and stood up straight.

“No need to get defensive, Red.” The barista said, “You look good!” A sharp blush struck my cheeks. Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards and into a chest.

“I know, right?!” Kiro giddily chimed, rubbing his head into my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and flicked Kiro’s forehead. He whined and pulled away from me to rub his head. The barista chuckled and turned to her drinks.

“So, what will it be, heroes?” She asked, avoiding any more eye contact with me. I looked at the menus on the side of the stand, then at Kiro.

“... I’ll have an iced caramel macchiato, subed with white chocolate mocha, coconut milk, and a mocha drizzle.”

Kiro and the barista looked at me in shocked silence. I turned calmly to Kiro. “Anything you’d like to add, Cap?” I asked Kiro casually. His look of astonishment never faltered.

“...You really drink that kind of drink?” He asked with a laugh.

“Oh not at all.” I tactlessly chimed, casually looking at the tip of my gloves, “I just told you I was a foster child. I’ve got to throw you off my scent before you figure out my secret identity.”

“Oh a drink order won’t throw me off!” Kiro laughed and casually approached me, “Just you wait! I’ll figure your identity out and we can be heroes together!... Speaking of which,” Kiro leaned forward, eyes shining beautifully, “Did you ever come up with a superhero name for me like you promised?”

I didn’t know if it was how close he was standing to me, the soft aroma of romantic scents, or the fact that he fit into that superhero costume so well, but every word I wanted to say got caught in my throat. All I could do was look him in the eyes. Eyes so gorgeously blue, I could swim in them…

“Hey, Red.”

I snapped to and looked over at the barista. She shook the iced drink in her hand. “You gonna pay for this or make me stand here holding it in the middle of fall?” She asked, tone dripping in annoyance. I cleared my throat and nodded, taking the drink from her.

“As for you, Captain.” I said, regaining my composure as I turned back to Kiro, “Your hero name is one of importance. I will tell you what it is in due time.”

“So in other words, you don’t have one yet.” Kiro sighed, pouting slightly.

“I do too!” I huffed, stepping away from the stand and gesturing to Kiro to follow, “I’m just not going to expose it in a place where everyone is listening!” Kiro laughed and pulled me into a firm side hug.

“Alright Stranger, I’ll let you off this once.” He sighed, pulling me down the street with me by his side, “So what are you up to for the rest of the day! Are you free to hang out?”

“Me?” I scoffed, brushing off Kiro’s hand from my shoulder, “What about you? Does Savin even know you’re out here?”

“Today’s my day off! Which means I’m all yours!... if you’ll have me?” Kiro’s eyes sparkled like diamonds as he awaited my answer. My hand drifted to my messenger bag where a lump graced my fingertips. I dedicated the whole day to finding anything I could about Montu… but I suppose the costume shops were a bust, and I had no other leads to follow…

“... Where to first?” I asked, adjusting the messenger bag on my shoulder. Kiro beamed and laced his arm in mine. With that, we had continued our walk down the street, starting a meaningless conversation and going nowhere in particular. And, for the first time in a while,

I was alright with having no where to go.

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unoutan · 5 years

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Kacchan’s Christmas Gift Rating: Passable (A spicy Bkdk Christmas oneshot)

Originally on AO3: Unoutan. Also sorry no read more to make this post shorter since I think the ‘read more’ is still broken on this broken site, and links are hidden from searches so..... xD lol.

Merry Belated Christmas and Happy 2019 to my SSanta @godzillahtries and all of you who decided to read this oneshot! I was your n/s/f/w/pinch hitter and I hoped you like it with your prompt mentioning them being goofs in the bedroom and wearing each other's merch! I hope like it! -Unoutan

Summary: It's Christmas Eve for the married couple, snowed in for the Holiday, and Katsuki won a bet. Loser - Izuku, Winner - Katsuki. For such a bet to happen, Katsuki's Christmas gift to Izuku had to be opened early, but the gift is a gift that they'll now both enjoy~

Story: All necessary preparations for getting snowed-in within the Bakugou Midoriya home for the whole day of Christmas Eve and Christmas Day have been completed. Their hard work as heroes together allowed this well-deserved holiday vacation to happen for both Izuku and Katsuki. Now, if only Izuku would get dressed in his pre-Christmas gift faster.

“Ready yet?”

“No!”

Ten minutes pass.

“You fucking ready, yet?”

“No cursing on Christmas, and no!”

Sprawled on the center of the king bed, facing the ceiling, Katsuki tried remaining patient, but it was wearing thin. The room’s warm temperature added to his annoyance, so he wrestled out of his shirt and tossed it away. Better it warm inside their home than cold as the depths of hell that is outside.

He mentally counted to twenty, fifteen times and if Izuku wasn’t going to come out of the bathroom in ten seconds, he may lose it. “Hey, Deku, you done? It’s gonna be New Year's Eve by the time you get out of there!!” It is Christmas Eve and the longer he has to sit here in anticipation for his show for tonight, he might just beat himself off alone on Christmas. And how sad would that be for him?

“Wait, Kacchan, I’m almost finished. If I have to do this, I want to look perfect,” came Izuku’s muffled reply through the bathroom door. “If I’m doing this on the spot, I-I will fight to do it right too! I can’t rush this part...”

“You can only blame yourself for making and losing the bet on who would win the cooking competition.”

“I was rooting for her, Kacchan!”

“Whatever!! Dress up faster!” Unable to resist, Katsuki got off the bed to eavesdrop inside the bathroom where Izuku remained dormant. The faint sound of music could be heard inside, so he knocked on the door once and stated his accusation, a dull, mocking tone to his voice. “You’re researching shit on your phone.”

The club music stopped and a lie eventually followed, “...No.”

“LIAR!” Katsuki stomped back to the bed and sat on the edge. He growled out, slamming his hand on his knee. “Get out here and move your body! It’s easy! When was the last time you even danced?”

“When Ashido-san taught me how to slow dance for our wedding, and THIS IS DIFFERENT FROM SLOW DANCING!” Fed up with the coy stalling of the inevitable, Katsuki balled up Izuku’s old-as-fuck infamous ‘T-Shirt’ shirt that was on the floor and threw it at the door. The trajectory hit the middle of the door with a satisfying thump, causing the nerd within to yelp. “WAIT, KACCHAN!”

“STICK TO THE BEAT IN YOUR HEAD AND MOVE YOUR ASS, MOVE YOUR HIPS, THEN WOW, YOU’RE DANCING!” It was an oversimplification, but hip moving isn’t hard - Izuku never had a problem hip moving when he bounced himself on his cock. He bounced his leg up and down at the tantalizing thought from last night.

“KACCHAN!” The whine was replied with a mocking whine.

“DEKU!!”

“I SAID WAIT, YOU JERK! Can’t keep it in your pants for like two seconds.” The last part was muttered but wasn’t said quietly enough, even with the door closed. They’ve been married for over two years and Izuku still hasn’t learned that whenever anger or sass appears, it only gets him hot. Hotter. Crazier.

Clenching the cloth of his sweats, Katsuki growled under his breath, “Dekuuuu…”

Then the bathroom door slammed open to reveal an angry, pouty Izuku standing at the door. He sat up to get a better look at his husband. The plain white, oversized hoodie and black sweatpants would be boring if he didn’t know that underneath was his Christmas gift. The bright black heels Izuku wore at his feet were the only hint to what was hidden. “Fucking FINALLY! You ready?”

Taking a half step forward when he closed the bathroom door behind him, Izuku gulped and then took a deep breath before standing poised. “I-I will be.”

On the edge of the bed, Katsuki sat and waited for a reaction. About a minute passed before Izuku moved. Wrapping his arms over his reddened face in embarrassment, a classic pose Katsuki knew well, Izuku walked towards him and stopped an arms-reach away.

“Deku.” No response. “You hear me Deku?”

Ready for a fight, hands clenched into fists and eyes focused on him, Izuku wordlessly nodded. Katsuki loved that before-battle look.

Phone in hand, Katsuki hit ‘play’ as eager as the smirk on his face. The songs beat echoed, bouncing off the walls of their bedroom. Thanking whoever beings above that he lived long enough to witness this, Katsuki licked his lips when green eyes turned sultry, fluttering closed when hips swayed to the pulsing rhythm. It takes countless amounts of courage and trust to striptease in front of anyone, but Pro-Hero Deku is determination personified, even in the bedroom: A fact Katsuki is proudly and exclusively privy to know.

Unconsciously, Katsuki opened his legs when Deku walked closer with a hand reaching for his hoodie zipper.

Agonizingly slow, Izuku unzipped the hoodie and rolled his shoulders to let it fall down to the bend of his elbows. The reveal of skin quenched Katsuki’s thirsty eyes when Izuku the hoodie drop to the ground, exposing one-half of his holiday gift: A lacy black and orange bralette with a semi-transparent, fur-lined chiffon drape that framed his abs. The two orange X’s the bralette mimicked his Pro-Hero costume perfectly and it’s more perfect now that its in use.

Izuku raised his hands in the air as he carefully spun around. He let his hips pop to the left and right to the slam of drums. He shimmied out of his bottoms with the drums pounding hard and kicked it away with the tip of his pointed stiletto heel at the cymbals smash. Katsuki gulped at the sight of Izuku turning around to face him, confidently showing the completed ensemble.

The limited edition, copyrighted holiday-themed Pro-Hero Ground Zero lingerie official merch fits Izuku perfectly. The bralette cupped each pec perfectly and damn, the black thigh-highs and garters combo messed with Katsuki’s mind. It felt like a dream and if it was, he didn’t want the dream to end. The lacy black boy boxers looked thin; he could see the faint outline of his husband’s cock, and those shaking hips held him in a trance.

Fingers twitched, a tiny explosion sparked, but Katsuki remained still on the bed, sitting and watching the entertainment.

The shiny cloth of the long, thin, elegant gloves that are designed like his own gloves and gauntlets hugged Izuku’s arms like a second skin. Lights dimmed around them, the fight blush to his Izuku’s face could be seen when he traced up his neck. He bit the tip of his glove, yanked it off before he tossed it at him.

Before it could hit his face, the glove was caught in Katsuki’s grasp. He raised an eyebrow, but any remark he was going to make died at his lips when he saw two fingers slip inside Izuku’s mouth. Those wet fingers then trailed down trimmed abs towards Izuku’s cock but stopped barely a centimeter or two inside his underwear. The breath Katsuki held released when his favorite nerd sunk to his knees, both hands running through his hair, gripping at it playfully - like he was hinting at some hair tugging play when they both play under the covers tonight.

Halfway through the song, Izuku crawled towards him on all fours like a cat stalking prey. “Like what you see, baby?”

He didn’t know when he began biting his lip, so he stopped. “The sight ain’t half bad, you slutty nerd.”

The playful expression, Izuku’s tongue flickering out to lick his lips, made the corner of Katsuki’s mouth and his dick twitch. Hands on either side of Katsuki’s thighs as leverage to stand, Izuku rolled his body up, leaning in close to rub his chest against the middle of his legs. He knows Izuku felt the hardened excitement press against him when he stood back on those heels.

Keeping his hands respectfully away from touching those hips, Katsuki teased back by leaning his face closer, nose almost brushing against the small, silky boxers. Looking passed those boxers, above thick, sculpted thighs; Katsuki knew that something else was also hard.

His sweatpants tightened when Izuku turned around, went back on all fours between his legs, and presented his pretty round ass when he bent over to the song’s finale. He leaned his face away from that ass, embarrassed when the temptress show ended. Tone excited for feedback, Izuku asked, “Seriously, Kacchan, did you like it?”

“Passable.” Katsuki paused to make sure he would speak without stuttering like a fool.

Mouth hanging open in fake insult, Izuku repeated, “P-Passable? Only passable?”

“And I didn’t have to twist your arm, so you’d strip for me, you damn nerd. Was it hard?”

It was hard controlling his hands when those hips came closer to his face.

“Umm,” A little out of breath, he looked over his shoulder at Katsuki and admitted, “It kind of was? Emotionally it was hard.”

Tone bored, Katsuki repeated, “Emotionally. Hard.”

Turning around to sit on the floor, Izuku leaned his head on his husband’s knee and chuckled, “I don’t think I could do that again unless you paid me.”

“So, like a real stripper.” He foresaw Izuku smacking his barefoot at that, but Katsuki didn’t care because he was right...and also itching to do more than sit consumed with lustful desires. Izuku is already on his knees, so he might as well make use of that. “Tell you what, I’ll pay you the next time I want a private dance, but since this is my Christmas gift to you and I let you open it early, why don’t you open something else?”

“And what may that be?” The words were the only thing that played dumb because Izuku’s tone was eager and his right hand rubbed his inner thigh.

Tracing his thumb over Izuku’s mouth, Katsuki smiled, “And take off that dumb hat thing.”

“No, Kacchan. It’s part of the set.” Adjusting it in thought, he muttered, “Surprised it didn’t fall off. The hair clips helped then.”

The orange Santa hat with his signature ‘X’ design on it was cheesy, but whatever...Izuku made it look cute. The hat would be discarded to the floor very soon anyway.

“Don’t start muttering about that hat now too. Use your mouth for something else.”

“Are you going to ask me, Kacchan?” Leaning his face forward to slide his cheek inward against his thigh, creeping closer towards the goal, Izuku let his other hand squeeze the opposite leg. The left gloved hand rubbed his leg. “What can I do with my mouth, naughty boy?”

Out of all the naughty boys in the room that Christmas Eve, it was Izuku, that was the absolute naughtiest boy.

“I’ll show you who’s being a naughty boy, Deku.” . . Throwing the long glove at him was Izuku’s first mistake. Wrists crossed and tied behind his back, Izuku let out a muffled moan when Katsuki gripped his hair like a handle, pushing and pulling his head back and forth, mouth stuffed with his leaking cock. Lips stretched wide over the girth sliding over his wet tongue, pressing the tip against the back of the throat.

Eyes half-lidded to a close, Izuku weakly looked up at those intense red eyes watch him. Head bobbing fast, mouth open wide, Izuku squeezed his trembling legs tight as he succumbed to the pleasure of being taken like this. It felt good and Katsuki grinned when he saw those blushing cheeks become a little wet with tears - he was close. Katsuki groaned at that tongue lapping up his twitching vein at the underside of his cock, gripping onto those green locks of hair tighter.

The naughtiest boy liked the taste of his precum slipping down the corner of his mouth, moaning again as Katsuki fucked his mouth. “You like the view, Deku?”

At the question thrown back at him from before, Izuku groaned, closing his eyes with fluttering eyelashes as if he was in heaven.

But before Katsuki could cum in his mouth, he ripped himself out of that fucked-out mouth and grabbed his Izuku by the waist, tossing him onto the bed.

Izuku yelled at the rough treatment, bouncing on the bed with his body facing the stars. One stiletto heel flew off Izuku’s foot when Katsuki crawled over him with kisses trailing up those black thigh-highs and garters. Teeth pulled at the garters to snap it against the skin, causing the other man to yelp. When lips worked their way over the damp lacy cloth barely restraining Izuku’s own leaking desires, Katsuki chuckled and pulled them down. The second heel fell off when Izuku lifted his legs to help his husband remove them.

Shiny, pink, lips giggled at him. “This lovely gift of yours so far is...passable.”

Shutting up the nerd was easy when three fingers fucked his twitching hole, and only moans and gasped filled the air. A trail of lube slipped down the middle of Izuku’s ass when Katsuki stretched and curled his fingers inside. Mouth pressed against the skin of Izuku’s neck, Katsuki whispered, “This passable enough? Orrr-”

“A-ah! K-Kacchan!” He pressed his shoulders onto the bed, lifting his hips high when his fingers hit the right spot. Unable to cover his mouth, hands still tied at his back, he cried, “Right there, Kacchan! Please, I want you!”

“Please? Want me where?”

“F-Fuck you, Kacchan! I-I want you inside!”

So much for no bad language on Christmas.

Thighs spread open, Katsuki pulled his fingers out and pumped himself, spreading the excess lube over his length. Positioned and ready with an ankle in each hand, Katsuki bent over Izuku and pressed forward. Hard. The instant satisfaction at being consumed by that tight heat of that ass made him almost cum inside Izuku, before a single thrust. Izuku moaned at the sensation of being filled so fast, but those hips fought to move, wiggling, pressing up to meet his pelvis even more, despite already being balls deep.

Pulling out, cruelly slow, Katsuki whispered, “My gift still passable, you shitty Dekuuu~?” He didn’t wait. He didn’t let his Izuku answer with words, and gave him what he wanted - pushing back inside.

They chased for what they wanted together. Katsuki admired the sight of the crooked bra at Izuku’s chest; crumpled from the bent position he was in, his legs spread, ankles now crossed around his waist. Hips rose to meet each thrust and words of praise fell from those lips - always praising Katsuki in awe, filled with love that’s always been there in one way, shape or form. The force of his thrusts made Izuku words escaped alongside gasps, “A-Ah, so good! Kacchan is so a-ah, so good! Amazing! Ah-Ahh Kacchan’s cock is amazing!!”

The heat at Katsuki’s face burned at the words and sweat dripped down his face, falling on Izuku’s chest. To his embarrassment at those encouraging compliments, Katsuki nosed one side of the soft bralette higher and bit at a nipple, making the other man’s body tremble harder beneath him.

Still, those words of flattery tickled his chest.

Closing his eyes tight, Katsuki sat back on his heels with one last thrust and emptied his cum inside. Breathlessly, chest heaving from the exertion, Katsuki watched the end of his dick twitch, filling Izuku’s insides to the brim. Little beads of cum oozed from the sides of his Izuku’s stretched out hole.

With Katsuki’s name whispered at his lips, Izuku followed him, come squirting across his stomach. . . Katsuki lay naked on the bed above the covers with arms behind his head and eyes closed, content with the world. The warmth of the room felt good against his damp skin and the sweat was something he didn’t care to wipe off at the moment. Pulling the blanket over his husband’s exposed waist, Izuku sat up slightly to scoot closer and cuddle against the man resting shameless and bare at his side. “Kacchan, you’re ridiculous. Cover yourself a little.”

Opening one eye, Katsuki half-glared down at the man. “I’m hot.”

“You are very hot.”

“Ughhhh, you’re so cheesy. It freakin’ hurts.” Katsuki smirked when Izuku relaxed over at his side and placed a cute peck of a kiss to his cheek. “Merry Christmas...Izuku.”

After placing another quick kiss to Katsuki’s lips, Izuku pulled away slightly to whisper, “Merry Christmas, Katsuki!” Then kissed him again just as fast before flying off the bed, blanket floating like a cape around his shoulders when he moved to fish something from under the bed.

“The hell?!” The sudden movement got him gasping before sitting up to grab at the blanket, when the nerd’s butt shook from side to side, fighting to reach whatever was hidden under the bed. “Watch it!”

Bouncing back on the bed, Izuku held a snowman decorated gift and held it out like an offering. Head bowed low, he yelled, “Time to open my gift to you! I-I think you’ll love it!”

“Ehh?! Now?!” It’s almost three in the morning, but Katsuki was amused at the over-enthusiasm. Maybe, at the back of his mind, such enthusiasm...about heroes, about anything, when the source of his Izuku’s enthusiasm is himself, Katsuki loves it the most. Keep those eyes on him, Izuku. He grabbed the gift, a little too rough, but those green eyes remained sparkling up at him like stars filled with happiness. Wrapped like a burrito in the blanket now, Izuku wiggled closer when Katsuki pulled the ribbon off.

“I just know you’ll love it!”

Skeptical, Katsuki laughed. “How confident of you. Well fine. Let’s see what geeky thing you got from me at Hero-Con.”

Wrapping paper strewn around them, Katsuki stared in disbelief at the matching, equally limited edition, and copyrighted holiday-themed Pro-Hero Deku lingerie official merch in his hands. The set came along with black thigh highs with the bottom feet-part that looked like Izuku’s red shoes and black heels.

He was speechless.

“Maybe tomorrow…” Holding up the partially see-through crop top and a bralette, Izuku excitedly leaned in close with sparkles in his eyes. “You can show me your moves, Kacchan! It is Christmas after all! You won’t let me down, right?”

To Be Continued?

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