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19 year old sex shop worker izuku and 40 year old ceo katsuki
(mentions of past rape/abuse)
izuku’s a college student with a history of shitty exes bc he sucks at putting himself first, katsuki’s a successful business man who’s only ever dealt with one night stands -
(mentions of past rape/abuse)
izuku’s a college student with a history of shitty exes bc he sucks at putting himself first, katsuki’s a successful business man who’s only ever dealt with one night stands -
has always been too busy and too motivated to fuck around with a relationship
katsuki comes in every friday night to use the arcade rooms (viewing rooms, masturbation rooms, call em what u will).
“can i help you find anything else?” izuku always asks, but katsuki just grunts
katsuki comes in every friday night to use the arcade rooms (viewing rooms, masturbation rooms, call em what u will).
“can i help you find anything else?” izuku always asks, but katsuki just grunts
out a no and leaves as soon as he’s finished in the room, the same as every friday.
izuku doesn’t get it, really. katsuki’s /attractive/, he can probably get anyone he wants, so why resort to masturbating at a porn shop?
izuku sighs, throwing his arms onto the table as he
izuku doesn’t get it, really. katsuki’s /attractive/, he can probably get anyone he wants, so why resort to masturbating at a porn shop?
izuku sighs, throwing his arms onto the table as he
voices these thoughts to ochako one thursday afternoon. “i mean, i’m not judging anyone who uses the rooms, but i don’t get it. he’s like...” izuku’s face scrunches together. “he’s like an 11 out of 10, ochako. he could have anyone he wants.”
shouto shows up then, glancing from
shouto shows up then, glancing from
izuku’s distressed state to ochako, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“he’s sad that the middle aged business man doesn’t want to fuck him,” ochako explains.
“hey!” izuku scowls, snapping up. “i never said i wanted to have sex with him—we’ve never even had a real
“he’s sad that the middle aged business man doesn’t want to fuck him,” ochako explains.
“hey!” izuku scowls, snapping up. “i never said i wanted to have sex with him—we’ve never even had a real
conversation—i just—i just don’t get it, is all.”
ochako shakes her head in amusement and shrugs. “maybe he has a tiny dick.”
izuku’s scowl deepens. “i doubt it.”
a silence passes around the table before shouto asks, “how long has it been since you’ve been with someone?”
ochako shakes her head in amusement and shrugs. “maybe he has a tiny dick.”
izuku’s scowl deepens. “i doubt it.”
a silence passes around the table before shouto asks, “how long has it been since you’ve been with someone?”
izuku groans, head falling into his hands. “almost six months.”
he’d been /so close/ to getting laid last month, but then his stupid body had gone into flight mode and he’d high tailed it out of the situation before the guy could process what the hell was happening.
he’d been /so close/ to getting laid last month, but then his stupid body had gone into flight mode and he’d high tailed it out of the situation before the guy could process what the hell was happening.
“how’s therapy been going?” shouto asks, and izuku’s scowl deepens.
“it’s fine, i guess.”
ochako meets his eye, pausing before she tells him, “you know, it’s okay to not be okay.”
“i’m /fine/,” izuku insists, for probably the 100th time. he’s not about to let some shitty
“it’s fine, i guess.”
ochako meets his eye, pausing before she tells him, “you know, it’s okay to not be okay.”
“i’m /fine/,” izuku insists, for probably the 100th time. he’s not about to let some shitty
past relationship get in the way of his sex life. izuku /likes/ having sex, likes it a fucking lot, actually. he refuses to let his asshole ex ruin that for him.
ochako’s face is still twisted in concern, snd shouto’s isn’t any better. izuku wants to be annoyed, but...it’s not
ochako’s face is still twisted in concern, snd shouto’s isn’t any better. izuku wants to be annoyed, but...it’s not
like their concerns are entirely uncalled for. because okay, izuku can admit he’s pretty shit when it comes to choosing romantic partners.
he’s always been a two feet forward, ignore the red flags kind of guy. and well...that hasn’t really worked out for him. but whatever.
he’s always been a two feet forward, ignore the red flags kind of guy. and well...that hasn’t really worked out for him. but whatever.
those relationships are over now, and as much as he loves his vibrating dildo, it’s not the same as being with a partner.
ochako, even if she doesn’t believe that he’s fine, decides not to push it, steering the conversation back to his annoyingly attractive customer—katsuki
ochako, even if she doesn’t believe that he’s fine, decides not to push it, steering the conversation back to his annoyingly attractive customer—katsuki
bakugou. izuku only knows his name because it was on the man’s credit card and he’d just /happened/ to glance at it.
“excited to see your favorite customer tomorrow?” ochako asks, lip pulling up in a grin. shouto’s expression is neutral.
“excited to see your favorite customer tomorrow?” ochako asks, lip pulling up in a grin. shouto’s expression is neutral.
“maybe i’ll ask him if he wants to buy an ass,” izuku comments idly, to which ochako snorts.
***
the next day has izuku settling up a new display of vibrators, the bell at the door sounding around 9pm.
izuku turns with a smile and a friendly, “welcome in!” - he knows it’s
***
the next day has izuku settling up a new display of vibrators, the bell at the door sounding around 9pm.
izuku turns with a smile and a friendly, “welcome in!” - he knows it’s
katsuki before he even sees the man, because this is the time he always comes in.
katsuki nods in izuku’s direction, moving toward the arcade area, but before he can disappear into one of the rooms izuku is pulling the man’s attention back to him.
katsuki nods in izuku’s direction, moving toward the arcade area, but before he can disappear into one of the rooms izuku is pulling the man’s attention back to him.
“we got some new fleshlights in this week if you’re interested in trying a toy,” izuku says, closing the distance between them.
katsuki’s expression remains unchanged as he spares izuku a glance. “no thanks,” a pause, “deku.”
izuku’s brow furrows together in confusion, and
katsuki’s expression remains unchanged as he spares izuku a glance. “no thanks,” a pause, “deku.”
izuku’s brow furrows together in confusion, and
then he follows the man’s eyes to his name tag and—
“it’s actually, um, it’s izuku.”
“oh,” katsuki says simply. “sorry.”
izuku smiles that ridiculously bright customer service smile of his. “i kind of like deku, though,” he says, and then,
“it’s actually, um, it’s izuku.”
“oh,” katsuki says simply. “sorry.”
izuku smiles that ridiculously bright customer service smile of his. “i kind of like deku, though,” he says, and then,
as if he doesn’t already know, “what’s your name?”
katsuki narrows his eyes before saying, “katsuki.”
izuku nods, a smile still plastered to his face. “it’s nice to officially meet you, katsuki! if there’s anything i can help you find, just let me know.”
katsuki narrows his eyes before saying, “katsuki.”
izuku nods, a smile still plastered to his face. “it’s nice to officially meet you, katsuki! if there’s anything i can help you find, just let me know.”
“thanks,” katsuki says, abandoning izuku to disappear into one of the arcade rooms. izuku sighs, returning to the vibrator display he’d been working on.
twenty minutes later katsuki reappears, headed straight for the door, like always.
twenty minutes later katsuki reappears, headed straight for the door, like always.
“see you next friday!” izuku calls without thinking, immediately wanting to bop himself over the head. aragh, he should’ve just said have a nice day!
“right...” Katsuki says, pausing at the door before pulling it open, once again leaving izuku alone in the shop.
“right...” Katsuki says, pausing at the door before pulling it open, once again leaving izuku alone in the shop.
TBC
ochako and shouto collapse onto his bed with him, all sighing loudly. they’d just spent the last six hours studying, and izuku was pretty sure his brian was officially fried.
“what are your plans for the rest of the day, izuku?” ochako asks, turning onto her side.
“what are your plans for the rest of the day, izuku?” ochako asks, turning onto her side.
izuku shrugs against the mattress, staring up at the wall. “i don’t know. maybe masturbate? and then take a bath?”
ochako shakes her head, suddenly moving from the bed. “we’re going out,” she announces.
“we are?” todoroki says.
“do we have to?” izuku asks.
ochako shakes her head, suddenly moving from the bed. “we’re going out,” she announces.
“we are?” todoroki says.
“do we have to?” izuku asks.
“YES,” ochako answers to both of them, holding her hand out to izuku, who takes it with a pout, allowing her to pull him from the bed.
todoroki rolls off the side on his own, quiet as he makes his way to the end of the bed and asks, “where are we going?”
todoroki rolls off the side on his own, quiet as he makes his way to the end of the bed and asks, “where are we going?”
ochako pierces her lips in consideration. “let’s get coffee.”
“it’s 3pm,” izuku argues.
“then get hot chocolate,” ochako counters.
“hot chocolate sounds nice,” todoroki comments, and that’s how they end up at the coffee shop across the street from izuku’s work, three
“it’s 3pm,” izuku argues.
“then get hot chocolate,” ochako counters.
“hot chocolate sounds nice,” todoroki comments, and that’s how they end up at the coffee shop across the street from izuku’s work, three
hot chocolates sitting at their table.
ochako’s on a lengthy rant about one of her classes when she stops mid-sentence, completely redirecting the conversation. “oh my god,” she says, leaning in, her voice dipping to a whisper. “that guy over there is really hot.”
ochako’s on a lengthy rant about one of her classes when she stops mid-sentence, completely redirecting the conversation. “oh my god,” she says, leaning in, her voice dipping to a whisper. “that guy over there is really hot.”
her lip pulls up mischievously. “and he’s at least ten years older than us, too. just your type, izuku.”
izuku frowns disapprovingly, turning to follow ochako’s gaze, nearly falling backwards in his chair when his eyes land on familiar blonde hair.
izuku whips back around.
izuku frowns disapprovingly, turning to follow ochako’s gaze, nearly falling backwards in his chair when his eyes land on familiar blonde hair.
izuku whips back around.
“that’s him!” he exclaims in a whisper, resisting the urge to look again. he’s wearing glasses that izuku has never seen him in at the shop, but it’s /definitely/ katsuki, sharp features staring intently at the laptop on his table.
“you mean...” ochako’s eyes widen.
“you mean...” ochako’s eyes widen.
“/that’s/ the hot guy who masturbates every friday?”
“yes!” izuku squeaks, face suddenly really, really warm.
“go talk to him!” ochako urges, and izuku’s frantic eyes turn to shouto for support. he can’t just walk up to him and say hello, that’d be totally weird!
“yes!” izuku squeaks, face suddenly really, really warm.
“go talk to him!” ochako urges, and izuku’s frantic eyes turn to shouto for support. he can’t just walk up to him and say hello, that’d be totally weird!
shouto shrugs, absolutely no help at all. “you might as well say hi.”
izuku groans, hands squishing his cheeks together in distress. “i think i should just...stay here...pretend i never saw him.”
“izuku,” ochako says, tone serious. “there’s an 11 out of 10 sitting at the
izuku groans, hands squishing his cheeks together in distress. “i think i should just...stay here...pretend i never saw him.”
“izuku,” ochako says, tone serious. “there’s an 11 out of 10 sitting at the
table behind you and you’re just going to /ignore/ him?”
izuku lets out a quiet whine, rattling his brain for some excuse that ochako would accept, only to come up blank.
okay. he can say a quick hello. that’s not a big deal, right? yeah. he can do that. he’s got this.
izuku lets out a quiet whine, rattling his brain for some excuse that ochako would accept, only to come up blank.
okay. he can say a quick hello. that’s not a big deal, right? yeah. he can do that. he’s got this.
ochako’s smile goes soft as he catches her eye. “you’re so cute, izuku.”
izuku huffs, heart stirring fondly. “i can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“i’m not /making/ you do anything. i’m simply /encouraging/.”
izuku pushes his chair back with a sigh, sparing one last
izuku huffs, heart stirring fondly. “i can’t believe you’re making me do this.”
“i’m not /making/ you do anything. i’m simply /encouraging/.”
izuku pushes his chair back with a sigh, sparing one last
look at his friends before he turns to walk to his demise.
and okay, maybe he’s being dramatic, but he can’t help it! katsuki’s /hot/ and he’s wearing /glasses/ and a sweater and he looks 10x better than he usually does and that shouldn’t even be /possible./
and okay, maybe he’s being dramatic, but he can’t help it! katsuki’s /hot/ and he’s wearing /glasses/ and a sweater and he looks 10x better than he usually does and that shouldn’t even be /possible./
izuku takes a step forward, and then another, until finally he reaches katsuki’s table, quietly slipping into the seat across from the man with one of his signature smiles.
“hey katsuki,” he says casually, like his heart isn’t about to take a swan dive out of his chest.
“hey katsuki,” he says casually, like his heart isn’t about to take a swan dive out of his chest.
katsuki’s eyes are on him, expression calm, like he’s not at all surprised to find izuku sitting in the chair across from him.
“deku,” he says, lowering his laptop screen, eyes scanning over izuku.
izuku fights the urge to back down. he’s made it this far, might as well push
“deku,” he says, lowering his laptop screen, eyes scanning over izuku.
izuku fights the urge to back down. he’s made it this far, might as well push
a little further.
“what were you working on?” izuku asks, gaze shifting from the closed laptop to katsuki’s eyes, which are locked on izuku.
“financial report for my company,” katsuki says, and /okay/, apparently katsuki is hot /and/ has his own company.
“what were you working on?” izuku asks, gaze shifting from the closed laptop to katsuki’s eyes, which are locked on izuku.
“financial report for my company,” katsuki says, and /okay/, apparently katsuki is hot /and/ has his own company.
so why the hell is he masturbating at a porn shop?! if izuku was some business hotshot, he definitely wouldn’t be spending his fridays jerking off at a sex shop.
“your company?” izuku prompts, tilting his head curiously, attempting to match katsuki’s calm exterior.
“your company?” izuku prompts, tilting his head curiously, attempting to match katsuki’s calm exterior.
“i’m the ceo of an insurance company,” katsuki tells him, and izuku thinks: fuck it.
“you know, i’ve been wondering something.”
katsuki raises an eyebrow, like he knows exactly where this is going. “what’ve you been wondering, deku?”
“well,” izuku hums, tone level despite
“you know, i’ve been wondering something.”
katsuki raises an eyebrow, like he knows exactly where this is going. “what’ve you been wondering, deku?”
“well,” izuku hums, tone level despite
his rapidly beating heart. “customers as hot as you don’t usually use the arcade rooms.” katsuki’s lip pulls up slightly, and izuku continues with, “i mean, you can probably have anyone you want, so why...”
“why am i masturbating at an adult shop?”
“why am i masturbating at an adult shop?”
izuku nods, cheeks betraying him with a blush.
katsuki shrugs. “good porn.” he pauses, eyes falling to izuku’s lips before returning to his eyes. “cute employees.”
izuku’s heart flops around helplessly, and he hears himself say, “pretty sure i’m the only employee you ever
katsuki shrugs. “good porn.” he pauses, eyes falling to izuku’s lips before returning to his eyes. “cute employees.”
izuku’s heart flops around helplessly, and he hears himself say, “pretty sure i’m the only employee you ever
see.”
“point still stands,” katsuki says, and /oh/. oh god. according to the employee handbook izuku read when he was hired, fucking customers is a fireable offense, but honestly? who the hell cares. it’s been /months/ since izuku’s had sex and his dick is already half hard
“point still stands,” katsuki says, and /oh/. oh god. according to the employee handbook izuku read when he was hired, fucking customers is a fireable offense, but honestly? who the hell cares. it’s been /months/ since izuku’s had sex and his dick is already half hard
from a /compliment/.
“i saw you walk in with your friends, by the way,” katsuki says, pulling izuku’s attention from the tightness in his pants. “kind of hoped you’d come over.”
“well,” izuku says, heartbeat drumming in his ears. “i did.”
“i saw you walk in with your friends, by the way,” katsuki says, pulling izuku’s attention from the tightness in his pants. “kind of hoped you’d come over.”
“well,” izuku says, heartbeat drumming in his ears. “i did.”
“how old are you, deku?” katsuki asks.
“nineteen,” izuku says.
“are you in college?”
“working on my second year.”
“did you have plans after this?”
izuku shakes his head.
“do you /want/ plans?”
“nineteen,” izuku says.
“are you in college?”
“working on my second year.”
“did you have plans after this?”
izuku shakes his head.
“do you /want/ plans?”
izuku’s gaze shifts to his friends, who are, of course, staring at him and katsuki. ochako gives him a thumbs up and then suddenly looks away.
izuku glances back to katsuki to find an amused smile on his face. “i, um,” izuku babbles, trying to remember
izuku glances back to katsuki to find an amused smile on his face. “i, um,” izuku babbles, trying to remember
how to form words. “plans would be nice.”
“i live a few blocks from here,” katsuki tells him, collecting his laptop in his hands and securing it in his bag. “are you okay with walking?”
izuku nods. “i like walking.”
“i live a few blocks from here,” katsuki tells him, collecting his laptop in his hands and securing it in his bag. “are you okay with walking?”
izuku nods. “i like walking.”
katsuki nudges his head in the direction of izuku’s friends. “grab your things and we can get out of here.”
izuku scrambles out of his seat and towards his friends, hands landing on the table as he leans in to tell them, “he invited me over.”
izuku scrambles out of his seat and towards his friends, hands landing on the table as he leans in to tell them, “he invited me over.”
“IZUKUUUUU,” ochako whispers enthusiastically, grinning wide. “go get it!”
shouto smiles softly. “text us if you need anything.”
“okay,” izuku agrees, but that’s not good enough for shouto, apparently.
“if you get uncomfortable, we can come pick you up—“
shouto smiles softly. “text us if you need anything.”
“okay,” izuku agrees, but that’s not good enough for shouto, apparently.
“if you get uncomfortable, we can come pick you up—“
izuku’s lip pulls down. “i’ll be fine, shouto.”
shouto presses his lips together like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. izuku looks away and reaches for his backpack, slinging it over his shoulders.
“i’ll text you guys later, okay?”
shouto presses his lips together like he wants to say something but is holding himself back. izuku looks away and reaches for his backpack, slinging it over his shoulders.
“i’ll text you guys later, okay?”
***
“so,” izuku starts, hands tapping against his sides as he walks next to katsuki. “if you thought i was cute, why’d you never try to talk to me? you were always just in and out every time.”
katsuki gives him an amused look. “you were at work. i’m not gonna fucking hit on
“so,” izuku starts, hands tapping against his sides as he walks next to katsuki. “if you thought i was cute, why’d you never try to talk to me? you were always just in and out every time.”
katsuki gives him an amused look. “you were at work. i’m not gonna fucking hit on
you when you’re getting /paid/ to be nice to me.”
“that’s...really thoughtful,” izuku says, watching as katsuki’s eyebrows raise slightly.
“i’d say it’s more just common decency.”
izuku shrugs. “not everyone is decent.”
“spend a lot of time with indecent people, deku?”
“that’s...really thoughtful,” izuku says, watching as katsuki’s eyebrows raise slightly.
“i’d say it’s more just common decency.”
izuku shrugs. “not everyone is decent.”
“spend a lot of time with indecent people, deku?”
izuku resists the urge to laugh, opting instead for an eye roll. “something like that.”
katsuki hums an acknowledgment, and they spend the rest of the walk in silence, the houses getting nicer as they go.
they finally stop, and izuku’s eyes widen, taking in the house in
katsuki hums an acknowledgment, and they spend the rest of the walk in silence, the houses getting nicer as they go.
they finally stop, and izuku’s eyes widen, taking in the house in
front of him.
it’s smaller than shouto’s family house, but it’s still impressive as hell.
“do you, um. do you live here alone?” izuku asks as katsuki unlocks the door and sidesteps, allowing izuku to walk inside, glancing around at the bare walls. izuku’s small bedroom
it’s smaller than shouto’s family house, but it’s still impressive as hell.
“do you, um. do you live here alone?” izuku asks as katsuki unlocks the door and sidesteps, allowing izuku to walk inside, glancing around at the bare walls. izuku’s small bedroom
has more decorations than katsuki’s entire living room.
“i have a cat,” katsuki says, glancing around. “she’s somewhere around here.”
izuku turns, his lip pulling up. “/you/ have a cat?”
katsuki scowls. “that’s what i fucking said, isn’t it?”
“i have a cat,” katsuki says, glancing around. “she’s somewhere around here.”
izuku turns, his lip pulling up. “/you/ have a cat?”
katsuki scowls. “that’s what i fucking said, isn’t it?”
izuku’s smily only grows wider. “you don’t really seem like an animal person.”
“fuck you,” katsuki scoffs lightheartedly. “anyone can be an animal person.”
“i guess that’s true,” izuku says, laughing softly, a little thrown by how easy it is to talk to katsuki.
“fuck you,” katsuki scoffs lightheartedly. “anyone can be an animal person.”
“i guess that’s true,” izuku says, laughing softly, a little thrown by how easy it is to talk to katsuki.
“you can set your stuff down wherever,” katsuki tells him, and izuku glances to the couch, shrugging his backpack off and setting it on the floor before plopping down in the middle of katsuki’s couch, which is probably twice the size of izuku’s bed.
“sooo,” izuku says, tapping his palms against his thighs as katsuki sits down next to him.
“so,” katsuki says back, lip quirked up, eyes lowering to roam over izuku’s body.
and just like that izuku is pushing forward, mouth meeting katsuki’s in a messy kiss.
“so,” katsuki says back, lip quirked up, eyes lowering to roam over izuku’s body.
and just like that izuku is pushing forward, mouth meeting katsuki’s in a messy kiss.
(i’m getting sleepy so i will write more tomorrow but for now i offer u this)
katsuki pushes forward, izuku’s back connecting with the couch as katsuki’s tongue licks across his lips. izuku groans into the kiss as katsuki sucks izuku’s bottom lip into his mouth.
“mmhhh,” izuku breathes, hands resting on katsuki’s side, mouth opening to allow the man
“mmhhh,” izuku breathes, hands resting on katsuki’s side, mouth opening to allow the man
inside, tongues massaging together.
izuku’s hips roll up, his erection grinding against katsuki’s hard cock through their pants. /holy fuck/. izuku’s entire body is warm, and he’s having a real hard time processing that a man who kisses like this masturbates at a porn store.
izuku’s hips roll up, his erection grinding against katsuki’s hard cock through their pants. /holy fuck/. izuku’s entire body is warm, and he’s having a real hard time processing that a man who kisses like this masturbates at a porn store.
and ochako was totally wrong, katsuki’s dick is /definitely/ not small. he might not be able to see it but he can feel it against his thigh and /wow/.
izuku’s hands rest against katsuki’s sides as the man swirls their tongues together, taking izuku apart easily.
izuku’s hands rest against katsuki’s sides as the man swirls their tongues together, taking izuku apart easily.
izuku matches katsuki’s force, mouths moving in synch while their bodies roll together, izuku’s cock leaking precum in his pants.
katsuki’s hand moves from izuku’s hip to ride up his shirt, palm pressing against his skin. izuku’s movements pause, trying to adjust to the
katsuki’s hand moves from izuku’s hip to ride up his shirt, palm pressing against his skin. izuku’s movements pause, trying to adjust to the
hand now riding up his chest. it feels good, it feels—izuku’s heart starts drumming in his ears, and he’s vaguely aware of katsuki kissing him, but he’s not sure if he’s still kissing back. /come on, izuku!/
izuku ignores the uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach.
izuku ignores the uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach.
he /wants/ this, so why can’t he just—
katsuki pulls away suddenly, eyes trying to meet izuku’s, but izuku looks away. “you okay?” katsuki asks, and it’s so...it’s so /nice/ and /calm/ and izuku doesn’t understand it. shouldn’t he be /annoyed/ at izuku?
katsuki pulls away suddenly, eyes trying to meet izuku’s, but izuku looks away. “you okay?” katsuki asks, and it’s so...it’s so /nice/ and /calm/ and izuku doesn’t understand it. shouldn’t he be /annoyed/ at izuku?
“hmmm?” izuku hums, forcing himself to look at katsuki. “yeah, i’m good,” izuku says, because he wants to get back to what they were doing. if he can just push past the discomfort, if—
katsuki shakes his head. “you stopped reacting. what’s up?”
katsuki shakes his head. “you stopped reacting. what’s up?”
“n-nothing,” izuku tries, leaning forward slightly. “i’m fine, let’s just—“
“deku,” katsuki says, pulling further away, lips pressing together in concern. “you’re shaking.”
izuku lets out a breath, looking away, trying to calm his stupid body for overreacting.
“deku,” katsuki says, pulling further away, lips pressing together in concern. “you’re shaking.”
izuku lets out a breath, looking away, trying to calm his stupid body for overreacting.
izuku pulls himself into a sitting position, knees curling into his chest. “i’m sorry,” he says, head dropping into his hands. so what? izuku couldn’t even handle some /kissing/? “i’m sorry,” izuku repeats, because what the hell else is he supposed to say?
sorry for wasting your time? sorry for being a tease? sorry for—
“don’t be,” katsuki tells him, and izuku cautiously looks up to find him shifting, back settling against the back of the couch. “wanna watch a movie?”
“wha—you’re not kicking me out?”
“don’t be,” katsuki tells him, and izuku cautiously looks up to find him shifting, back settling against the back of the couch. “wanna watch a movie?”
“wha—you’re not kicking me out?”
“what? ‘cause you don’t wanna fuck? who the hell cares?”
izuku swallows, breath evening out slowly. “it’s...it’s not that i don’t want to,” izuku says quietly, still curled into himself, as if for protection.
katsuki nods, and izuku has a hard time processing the fact that
izuku swallows, breath evening out slowly. “it’s...it’s not that i don’t want to,” izuku says quietly, still curled into himself, as if for protection.
katsuki nods, and izuku has a hard time processing the fact that
he’s not asking for an explanation, not pushing for something more or at least kicking him out.
“can i—um, can i use the bathroom?” izuku asks, because he needs a second to himself.
“first door on the left,” katsuki says, and then, “do you want me to set up a movie? or i can
“can i—um, can i use the bathroom?” izuku asks, because he needs a second to himself.
“first door on the left,” katsuki says, and then, “do you want me to set up a movie? or i can
call you a taxi if you’d rather go home.”
“um...” izuku pulls himself from the couch, scratching absently at his cheek. he’s still completely thrown by how nice katsuki’s being—it’s at complete odds with what he’s used to. “a movie sounds good.”
“um...” izuku pulls himself from the couch, scratching absently at his cheek. he’s still completely thrown by how nice katsuki’s being—it’s at complete odds with what he’s used to. “a movie sounds good.”
izuku disappears to the bathroom, which is, unsurprisingly, really nice. letting out a shaky breath, izuku stares at himself in the mirror, scowling.
“get it together, izuku,” he mutters before grabbing his phone and opening his group chat with ochako and shouto.
“get it together, izuku,” he mutters before grabbing his phone and opening his group chat with ochako and shouto.
((ignore time stamp – gotta get ready for work now but i will continue this tonight!!! sorry if u were expecting smut 
i promise we’ll get there))
i promise we’ll get there))
so here’s the thing about katsuki bakugou – he’s never been in a relationship. and it’s not like people haven’t /asked/ – he’s just never had the time, never wanted to waste the energy or deal with compromising.
and listen, he /likes/ being single. he /likes/ not having another
and listen, he /likes/ being single. he /likes/ not having another
person to worry about. so imagine his surprise when he walks into an adult shop one night with the intention of buying kirishima a gag gift for his birthday and ends up jerking off in one of the arcade rooms because the employee behind the counter won’t stop smiling
and /holy fuck/ he’s cute and maybe it’s been too long since the last time katsuki got laid ‘cause suddenly he’s half hard just looking at this kid – and yeah, he’s basically a kid, can’t be any older than 20, but that doesn’t stop katsuki from masturbating to the idea of those
pretty pink lips around his cock and the worst part? he fucking forgot to buy kirishima’s gag gift, too focused on getting the hell out of there
he didn’t /plan/ on going back, but friday rolled around and he thought, what the hell? and katsuki, being a man of habit, just kept
he didn’t /plan/ on going back, but friday rolled around and he thought, what the hell? and katsuki, being a man of habit, just kept
coming back. and maybe he liked the fact that the employee with green hair was always the one on shift when he came on, but katsuki kept that shit to himself, actively tried /not/ to talk to the employee.
katsuki also hadn’t /planned/ on taking deku home, but then he just had
katsuki also hadn’t /planned/ on taking deku home, but then he just had
to go and show up at the fucking coffee shop where katsuki usually spent his saturdays and he just had to come over and talk to him and he just /had/ to call him hot.
another thing katsuki hadn’t planned? the way his goddamn heart skipped a beat whenever deku smiled at him. and
another thing katsuki hadn’t planned? the way his goddamn heart skipped a beat whenever deku smiled at him. and
it’s not just his smile, either. it’s fucking everything about him. his stupid freckles and his nervous habits and the his voice and his /lips/.
katsuki doesn’t do feelings, has never had to worry about that with anyone, but then there’s /deku/, and katsuki finds himself
katsuki doesn’t do feelings, has never had to worry about that with anyone, but then there’s /deku/, and katsuki finds himself
thinking with more than just his dick.
and then deku had gone still under him, had stopped kissing back, and katsuki knew something was up. he couldn’t even be upset about not getting his dick wet cause he was too pissed at whoever the fuck had caused deku to have that kind of
and then deku had gone still under him, had stopped kissing back, and katsuki knew something was up. he couldn’t even be upset about not getting his dick wet cause he was too pissed at whoever the fuck had caused deku to have that kind of
reaction.
katsuki frowns as he finishes setting up a movie for them to watch, not used to the feeling that’s settling in his stomach. like...like he wants to fucking protect deku or something. take care of him.
katsuki sighs to himself as he makes his way down the hallway
katsuki frowns as he finishes setting up a movie for them to watch, not used to the feeling that’s settling in his stomach. like...like he wants to fucking protect deku or something. take care of him.
katsuki sighs to himself as he makes his way down the hallway
and to his bedroom, grabbing a blanket from the bed, the bathroom door opening in his face on the way back, deku nearly running into him.
deku squeaks, throwing up his hands. “a-ah! sorry...”
katsuki’s heart fucking flutters like he’s 15 and not 40. 40! he’s /40/ and a goddamn
deku squeaks, throwing up his hands. “a-ah! sorry...”
katsuki’s heart fucking flutters like he’s 15 and not 40. 40! he’s /40/ and a goddamn
19 year old is giving him butterflies. this has to be some kind of cruel joke, the universe getting back at him from yelling at his employees one to many times.
katsuki shrugs off the apology, walking back into the living room with deku, who settles back into the couch,
katsuki shrugs off the apology, walking back into the living room with deku, who settles back into the couch,
eyes going wide when his eyes land on the tv.
“that’s the first all might movie,” deku breaths with childlike awe.
katsuki looks from deku to the tv feeling like he just won the fucking lottery. “i take it you’re a fan?”
“that’s the first all might movie,” deku breaths with childlike awe.
katsuki looks from deku to the tv feeling like he just won the fucking lottery. “i take it you’re a fan?”
deku scoffs, eyes practically sparkling. “you should see my room. i even have all might underwear.”
katsuki’s lip pulls up as he falls onto the couch next to deku, grateful as hell that he’s back to smiling, because katsuki doesn’t have the fucking energy to deal with what
katsuki’s lip pulls up as he falls onto the couch next to deku, grateful as hell that he’s back to smiling, because katsuki doesn’t have the fucking energy to deal with what
seeing deku upset does to him.
“i’m not even surprised,” katsuki says, tossing the blanket over their laps. “should’ve known you’d be an all might fanboy.”
izuku’s grinning as he says, “i’m surprised that you are.”
“i’m not even surprised,” katsuki says, tossing the blanket over their laps. “should’ve known you’d be an all might fanboy.”
izuku’s grinning as he says, “i’m surprised that you are.”
katsuki snorts as he grabs the remote. “i wouldn’t call myself a fanboy, but i love the movies. this is actually the only movie i own.”
deku’s smile grows impossibly wide as he looks from the tv to katsuki, shifting so that their shoulders are touching. it’s just a
deku’s smile grows impossibly wide as he looks from the tv to katsuki, shifting so that their shoulders are touching. it’s just a
fucking /shoulder/ but katsuki feels like he’s on top of the fucking world.
“who’s your favorite character?” deku asks, eyes returning to the tv as katsuki presses play.
“all might, obviously. yours?”
“who’s your favorite character?” deku asks, eyes returning to the tv as katsuki presses play.
“all might, obviously. yours?”
katsuki catches deku’s smile in the corner of his eye. “mine’s all might, too.”
“good to know you have fucking taste,” katsuki says, the two of them falling into silence while the opening credits play.
“good to know you have fucking taste,” katsuki says, the two of them falling into silence while the opening credits play.
***
izuku’s attention is pulled from his phone at the sound of a meow, a large fluffy cat appearing in the doorway.
izuku sets his phone down, crawling towards the end of the bed as the cat rubs against the door. “oh my god,” izuku whispers to the cat. “you’re so cute.”
izuku sets his phone down, crawling towards the end of the bed as the cat rubs against the door. “oh my god,” izuku whispers to the cat. “you’re so cute.”
the cat meows, jumping onto the bed and nudging it’s head into izuku’s knee. izuku grins, hand running over soft fur before holding the collar between two fingers, frowning at the name. “kitty cat,” he reads, and there’s no way. there’s /no way/ katsuki named his cat /kitty cat/.
“i see you’ve met kitty,” katsuki says from the doorway, causing izuku to jump. he’s momentarily distracted by katsuki’s biceps, his arms on display in the black tank top. before he can stop himself, his eyes roam down to find black sweatpants and /wait/ there are more serious
matters at hand than eye fucking katsuki.
“i can’t believe you named your cat /kitty cat/,” izuku says, scratching under the cat’s ear.
katsuki scowls lightheartedly as he makes his way towards the dresser. “what the fuck? kitty cat’s a great name. she loves it.”
“i can’t believe you named your cat /kitty cat/,” izuku says, scratching under the cat’s ear.
katsuki scowls lightheartedly as he makes his way towards the dresser. “what the fuck? kitty cat’s a great name. she loves it.”
“i promise you she doesn’t.”
katsuki opens a drawer and stifles through it with a tsk. “i let you in my bed and all you do is insult my cat.”
izuku laughs, shaking his head in amusement. “i’m not insulting your cat, just you.”
“ah,” katsuki says, pulling a shirt from the
katsuki opens a drawer and stifles through it with a tsk. “i let you in my bed and all you do is insult my cat.”
izuku laughs, shaking his head in amusement. “i’m not insulting your cat, just you.”
“ah,” katsuki says, pulling a shirt from the
drawer and then opening the one under it. “in that case, i guess i’ll let it slide.” he grabs a pair of shorts and then turns back to izuku, tossing the articles of clothing at him. “so you don’t have to sleep in jeans.” he pauses before adding, “you can, uh, change in the
bathroom if you want.”
“um.” izuku shrugs, eyes falling to the clothes in his hands. “it’s fine, i can just change here.”
he’s nervous, suddenly, which is ridiculous. he changes in front of people all the time, but there’s something about changing in front of katsuki that
“um.” izuku shrugs, eyes falling to the clothes in his hands. “it’s fine, i can just change here.”
he’s nervous, suddenly, which is ridiculous. he changes in front of people all the time, but there’s something about changing in front of katsuki that
makes his heart race.
he ignores katsuki’s presence as he unbuttons his jeans, and he ignores the dip of the bed as he pulls them down his hips and to the floor, slipping into the shorts katsuki had lended him. they’re a little big, but izuku fixes that by tying the
he ignores katsuki’s presence as he unbuttons his jeans, and he ignores the dip of the bed as he pulls them down his hips and to the floor, slipping into the shorts katsuki had lended him. they’re a little big, but izuku fixes that by tying the
drawstrings, hands moving to pull his sweater off. he lets his sweater fall to the floor with his jeans, pulling katsuki’s shirt over his head and taking a slow breath before turning to face katsuki, who’s already looking at him.
katsuki clears his throat, looking away.
katsuki clears his throat, looking away.
izuku moves up the bed, slipping underneath the comforter and turning on his side, watching as katsuki does the same.
“katsuki,” izuku says, and katsuki’s eyes return to his. “can we—i know i got all weird before but i, uh, i really like kissing you.”
“katsuki,” izuku says, and katsuki’s eyes return to his. “can we—i know i got all weird before but i, uh, i really like kissing you.”
izuku chews at his lip, pausing to look down and take a breath. “can we just...do that?”
katsuki leans forward, setting a hand against izuku’s hip, mouth hovering over izuku’s. “we can do that,” katsuki murmurs, breath warm against izuku’s lips.
katsuki leans forward, setting a hand against izuku’s hip, mouth hovering over izuku’s. “we can do that,” katsuki murmurs, breath warm against izuku’s lips.
“just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
izuku nods, leaning in, lips brushing katsuki’s. katsuki pushes forward the rest of the way, lips crashing together, izuku’s hand coming up to katsuki’s cheek. izuku has always liked kissing, but he really, /really/ likes kissing katsuki.
izuku nods, leaning in, lips brushing katsuki’s. katsuki pushes forward the rest of the way, lips crashing together, izuku’s hand coming up to katsuki’s cheek. izuku has always liked kissing, but he really, /really/ likes kissing katsuki.
maybe it’s the 20 extra years of experience, but he knows how to make heat rise in izuku’s stomach with a simple flick of his tongue.
izuku lets out a soft moan, lips parting as katsuki’s frame leans into his. he’s not used to taking things slow, isn’t used to the way his
izuku lets out a soft moan, lips parting as katsuki’s frame leans into his. he’s not used to taking things slow, isn’t used to the way his
stomach keeps twisting and turning, skin on fire in the best way.
katsuki takes izuku’s bottom lip in between his teeth and tugs lightly, and izuku’s body moves on instinct, rolling on top of katsuki, seeking friction.
katsuki takes izuku’s bottom lip in between his teeth and tugs lightly, and izuku’s body moves on instinct, rolling on top of katsuki, seeking friction.
katsuki plants his hands on izuku’s hips, grinding up, bodies moving together, katsuki’s hard cock rubbing against him. izuku’s not sure how long they go on like that, but eventually, the kisses slow, and if there was any doubt about izuku’s feelings before, there’s no denying it
now: he has a crush on someone a few years younger than his mother.
katsuki pulls away, lips moving up izuku’s cheek and to his ear. “it’s getting late,” katsuki murmurs against his skin, kissing up his ear.
“mmmhh,” izuku breaths, hips rolling up slowly.
katsuki pulls away, lips moving up izuku’s cheek and to his ear. “it’s getting late,” katsuki murmurs against his skin, kissing up his ear.
“mmmhh,” izuku breaths, hips rolling up slowly.
“guess that means we should sleep.”
“guess so,” katsuki says, but his lips are roaming back down to izuku’s, and they spend at least another ten minutes kissing before izuku finally pulls away.
his heart is racing out of his chest as he reluctantly slides off katsuki,
“guess so,” katsuki says, but his lips are roaming back down to izuku’s, and they spend at least another ten minutes kissing before izuku finally pulls away.
his heart is racing out of his chest as he reluctantly slides off katsuki,
letting out a loud breath.
katsuki leans forward and presses a kiss to izuku’s forehead, because apparently he wants izuku’s heart to explode, too.
“i’ll make you breakfast in the morning,” katsuki promises, and it takes nearly an hour of listening to the rise and fall of
katsuki leans forward and presses a kiss to izuku’s forehead, because apparently he wants izuku’s heart to explode, too.
“i’ll make you breakfast in the morning,” katsuki promises, and it takes nearly an hour of listening to the rise and fall of
katsuki’s chest before izuku is finally able to fall asleep.
((what happened to kitty cat when they started making out?? i have no idea. maybe she stayed at the end of the bed. maybe she decided to give them some privacy. it’s a mystery.
((what happened to kitty cat when they started making out?? i have no idea. maybe she stayed at the end of the bed. maybe she decided to give them some privacy. it’s a mystery.
ANYWAAYY, thank u sho for suggesting the name for katsuki’s cat. i’m gonna sleep now bc it’s 4am but i’ll continue this tomorrow!!!))
kirishima strolls into katsuki’s office during lunch on monday with a grin, and katsuki knows his sanity is about to be tested.
“you got laid this weekend, didn’t you?”
katsuki’s eyes ditch his computer screen to give kirishima an unimpressed look. “what the fuck.”
“you got laid this weekend, didn’t you?”
katsuki’s eyes ditch his computer screen to give kirishima an unimpressed look. “what the fuck.”
kirishima takes a seat on his desk like he belongs there. “everyone’s in a good mood this morning, which means you haven’t yelled at anyone, and the only logical explanation for that is that you got laid.”
katsuki glowers at his reasoning. “what, i’m not allowed to be in a
katsuki glowers at his reasoning. “what, i’m not allowed to be in a
good mood for no reason?”
kirishima snorts, like katsuki’s telling a fucking joke. tch. katsuki can be nice when his employees are doing their jobs right.
katsuki sits back in his seat, leveling kirishima with a humorless gaze.
kirishima snorts, like katsuki’s telling a fucking joke. tch. katsuki can be nice when his employees are doing their jobs right.
katsuki sits back in his seat, leveling kirishima with a humorless gaze.
“i didn’t get laid,” he says, and technically it’s not a lie, even if making out with deku was better than 70% of the sex he’s actually had.
“but something happened,” kirishima deducts, because he’s had over 20 fucking years in the art of understanding katsuki bakugou.
“but something happened,” kirishima deducts, because he’s had over 20 fucking years in the art of understanding katsuki bakugou.
very difficult art to master, but something he fucking managed.
“nothing happened,” katsuki says, but the words feel wrong leaving his mouth. shitty deku. katsuki was perfectly ready to live his entire life without experiencing a crush. but now he’s 40, fucking /40/,
“nothing happened,” katsuki says, but the words feel wrong leaving his mouth. shitty deku. katsuki was perfectly ready to live his entire life without experiencing a crush. but now he’s 40, fucking /40/,
and some kid who’s fun to kiss is making his heart flutter?
“no way,” kirishima says, shaking his head. “i can feel it. something definitely happened.”
katsuki groans, not in the mood to prolong the inevitable. “i brought someone home. it’s not a big deal.”
“no way,” kirishima says, shaking his head. “i can feel it. something definitely happened.”
katsuki groans, not in the mood to prolong the inevitable. “i brought someone home. it’s not a big deal.”
kirishima’s eyes widen with interest. “you brought someone home and you didn’t sleep with them? dude, you never invite people over. i’ve only been at your house like, three times.”
“we made out,” katsuki says, like it was any other make out session, which it absolutely wasn’t,
“we made out,” katsuki says, like it was any other make out session, which it absolutely wasn’t,
but he didn’t need to admit that out loud. “it was fun.” katsuki shrugs. “probably won’t happen again.”
they’d exchanged numbers before katsuki dropped deku off on sunday, but deku hadn’t texted him yet, and katsuki was too fucking conflicted to send the first text.
they’d exchanged numbers before katsuki dropped deku off on sunday, but deku hadn’t texted him yet, and katsuki was too fucking conflicted to send the first text.
on one hand he definitely wanted to keep making out with the guy who had been the regular source of his jerk off fantasies, even if it didn’t lead to anything more.
on the other hand, /fuck/ feelings. katsuki didn’t have time for a goddamn /crush/.
on the other hand, /fuck/ feelings. katsuki didn’t have time for a goddamn /crush/.
“why not?” kirishima urges, spinning his legs over to katsuki’s side of the desk. “you weren’t into it?”
“i didn’t say that.”
“what, was he not into it? that never happens to you.”
katsuki remembers the way izuku’s body had melted into his and shakes his head.
“i didn’t say that.”
“what, was he not into it? that never happens to you.”
katsuki remembers the way izuku’s body had melted into his and shakes his head.
“he was definitely into it.”
katsuki puts his hands out, at a loss. “then what’s the problem, katsuki?”
apparently, katsuki silence is enough of an answer for kirishima. “holy shit. you like this guy, don’t you?”
katsuki puts his hands out, at a loss. “then what’s the problem, katsuki?”
apparently, katsuki silence is enough of an answer for kirishima. “holy shit. you like this guy, don’t you?”
“so the fuck what if i do?” katsuki snaps.
“holy shit,” kirishima says again. “i’ve known you...what? 25 years? you’ve never liked anyone. who the hell is this guy?”
“as if i’d tell you,” katsuki grumbles.
“holy shit,” kirishima says again. “i’ve known you...what? 25 years? you’ve never liked anyone. who the hell is this guy?”
“as if i’d tell you,” katsuki grumbles.
kirishima snorts, wiggling his eyebrows. “you want him all to yourself, huh?”
katsuki flips him the fuck off.
“well, hey, tell me about him. i’m having trouble picturing the kind of guy that could make /you/ having feelings.”
“he’s...younger.”
katsuki flips him the fuck off.
“well, hey, tell me about him. i’m having trouble picturing the kind of guy that could make /you/ having feelings.”
“he’s...younger.”
kirishima raises an eyebrow. “how young?”
katsuki internally sighs, bracing himself for kirishima’s reaction. “he’s nineteen.”
kirishima gawks at him. “nineteen,” he says, like he’s trying out the word for the first time. “you...holy shit, you like a /teenager/.”
katsuki internally sighs, bracing himself for kirishima’s reaction. “he’s nineteen.”
kirishima gawks at him. “nineteen,” he says, like he’s trying out the word for the first time. “you...holy shit, you like a /teenager/.”
“he’s an /adult/,” katsuki corrects, because that’s /technically/ true.
“an adult who’s also still a teenager.”
well, when he puts it like that, all katsuki can do is shrug.
kirishima wastes a few more moments staring incredulously before he finally lets out an amused sigh.
“an adult who’s also still a teenager.”
well, when he puts it like that, all katsuki can do is shrug.
kirishima wastes a few more moments staring incredulously before he finally lets out an amused sigh.
“alright—what’s he like then? how long’ve you known him? is he in college?”
“one question at a time, holy fuck.”
kirishima rolls his eyes. “what’s he like?”
katsuki shrugs. “smiles a lot. awkward. good fucking kisser.”
“one question at a time, holy fuck.”
kirishima rolls his eyes. “what’s he like?”
katsuki shrugs. “smiles a lot. awkward. good fucking kisser.”
kirishima hums thoughtfully. “how long’ve you known him?”
“saw him for the first time around your birthday.”
kirishima’s eyes narrow. “where’d you see him?”
“at his job.”
“where’s he work?”
“saw him for the first time around your birthday.”
kirishima’s eyes narrow. “where’d you see him?”
“at his job.”
“where’s he work?”
katsuki hesitates, because he knows kirishima’s gonna fucking ask what katsuki was doing at a sex shop, and /yeah/, his original purpose had been getting kirishima a gag gift, but then he’d gone into the fucking arcade, and he wasn’t about to tell kirishima about that.
“exclusively adult,” katsuki says with an air of casualty.
kirishima laughs, and right on cue: “what were you doing at a sex shop?”
“buying lube,” katsuki lies.
kirishima nods slowly, lips piercing like he doesn’t believe him, but instead of pushing it he asks,
kirishima laughs, and right on cue: “what were you doing at a sex shop?”
“buying lube,” katsuki lies.
kirishima nods slowly, lips piercing like he doesn’t believe him, but instead of pushing it he asks,
“is he in college?”
“he’s on his second year.”
katsuki is granted a moment of silence, and for a second, he thinks kirishima is done interrogating him, but then he’s saying, “so you just made out with him?”
“you ask a lot of fucking questions,” katsuki grumbles.
“he’s on his second year.”
katsuki is granted a moment of silence, and for a second, he thinks kirishima is done interrogating him, but then he’s saying, “so you just made out with him?”
“you ask a lot of fucking questions,” katsuki grumbles.
“this is the last one!” kirishima protests, but katsuki’s knows that only means the last question /for now/.
still, katsuki indulges him, sighing dramatically. “he came over, we made out. he stayed the night and i took him home on sunday. that’s it.”
still, katsuki indulges him, sighing dramatically. “he came over, we made out. he stayed the night and i took him home on sunday. that’s it.”
kirishima’s lip pulls up. “what time on sunday?”
“fuck you, you already used your last question.”
kirishima rolls his eyes, finally sliding from katsuki’s desk. “at least tell me you got his number.”
“fuck you, you already used your last question.”
kirishima rolls his eyes, finally sliding from katsuki’s desk. “at least tell me you got his number.”
katsuki huffs, eyes returning to the computer at his desk and staring absently at it. “i got his number.”
“this conversation isn’t over,” kirishima tells him, and natually, katsuki says,
“go back go work.”
“i’m on my lunch.”
katsuki tsks. “we still give those?”
“this conversation isn’t over,” kirishima tells him, and natually, katsuki says,
“go back go work.”
“i’m on my lunch.”
katsuki tsks. “we still give those?”
kirishima shakes his head with a laugh, stopping at the door, expression softening. “you should text him. you deserve to be happy.”
“i /am/ happy,” katsuki says, and kirishima just shrugs before dipping out of his office and closing the door behind him.
“i /am/ happy,” katsuki says, and kirishima just shrugs before dipping out of his office and closing the door behind him.
katsuki doesn’t end up texting deku, but it all works out, because deku texts him. (and any plan katsuki had to keep their makeout session to a one night thing is immediately uprooted)
((i said i wouldn’t update this tonight and than i did but now i’m gonna sleep for real 
i’m super excited about the next update, it’ll be lots of fun!! ALSO: i wanna apologize for the quality of writing - this thread is mostly a stream of consciousness thing so i’m not +
i’m super excited about the next update, it’ll be lots of fun!! ALSO: i wanna apologize for the quality of writing - this thread is mostly a stream of consciousness thing so i’m not +
putting a lot of effort into quality, more just exploring this idea. i guess this is essentially a draft? cuz i’d love to edit the heck out of it and post it to ao3 when i’m done))
