Archive of Our Own

He doesn't even hesitate to quickly save and close all of the work files spread across his computer screen, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest.

It's been a good week since Bakushinchi has uploaded any new content, and he's already hooked from the title alone. Of course, all of his work was good. He did many kinds of ASMR videos, all of which ranged from loving to cooking to bathing to eating.

But Izuku's favorite one's were the ones marked with the little eighteen plus symbol.

The naughty ones. 

The ones you couldn't even click on without having a valid birth date staring that you were over 18 on your profile, of which you had to validate by uploading your picture ID to the site.

Those were the ones that had Izuku hooked onto the man and his voice. 

Shaking hands pull his headphones from the desk drawer, and it takes him about three attempts to actually get it plugged in. He's then pulling up the site in his web browser, already logged in from the previous week he was there, each upload on the page clicked on except one. The video calls to him like the deepest ocean siren, a little box with the word 'new' flashing just under the latest video, begging him to click on it, with he does with no hesitation.

And then it's all a matter of settling back, closing his eyes, and letting himself drift away. 

It's quiet, at first. Way too quiet, especially for is to be a video. He can't even hear the undertone of static through his headphones.

But the silence is broken by the slam of a door, followed by sound of boots hitting the floor and feet shuffling lazily across carpet.

And then it's quiet again.

Izuku is already shaking, his chest beginning to heave as his eyes flicker behind his eyelids. The anticipation is always the worst part. Those ridiculously long pauses of silence that make his anxiety rise but also make heat pool in his belly. He can't count the number of times he's checked to make sure a video was still running before he finally just decided to trust in Bakushinchi and wait patiently.

And as always, even though he has to wait so long, his patience is rewarded.

"You're here again?" 

He shudders violently, arching in his chair as a deep, rough voice washes over his senses. Bakushinchi sounds like he's sneering at him, disgust lacing every ounce of his voice as the sound of a chair being pulled out echoes across the line.

"Fuckin' pervert," he growls, and Izuku moans softly, his hands flexing against faux leather. "I thought I told you I don't even wanna see your face again."

"'M sorry," he whispers, almost unconsciously.

"You should be fuckin' sorry," Bakushinchi snarls darkly. 

Izuku gasps, not expecting such a direct response. But his dick is hard as fuck behind the zipper of his jeans, and he can feel pre-cum beading the tip and soaking into the fabric of his briefs.

"The fuck do you think this is, your personal dick wetting clinic?" He asks angrily. "Am I your little nurse in a hat and dress, ready to take care of your every need?"

An image of some faceless man in a sexy nurse costume makes him moan softly.

He jumps when the sound of skin meeting skin rips across the audio, making his dick twitch forcefully in his jeans.

"Oh, fuck-!"

"Shut the fuck up," Bakushinchi mutters, and Izuku bites down on his lip with a whine. "The fuck is wrong with you, getting hard from that? Don't think I didn't see your dick jump just now. Disgusting ass perv."

He's panting now, his legs shifting restlessly. The part of his brain that he can't completely shut off even during times like these is running wild, wondering what /exactly/ Bakushinchi had slapped to make such a realistic flesh sound-

"Oi. The fuck are you spacing out for?" The man sneers, his voice dark in his ears. "Do you think you're too good to pay attention to me, fucker?"

Izuku is already shaking his head no when another slap rings out, making him arch with a cry

"You think that a slutty little whore like you is too good to pay attention to me?" He growls harshly. Three quick slaps in succession makes he moan outright, his nails digging deep into the arms of his chair as he rocks his hips against nothing.

"A-ah!"

"Better remember where the fuck your place is," the voice growls roughly, and the loud sound of a zipper has Izuku drooling.

"Right here, on your knees, ready to worship me." 

Izuku reaches out, fumbling with the bottom drawer of his desk as he drops to his knees, careful of the headphones in his ears. Years of listening to Bakushinchi has prepared him for any and all situations. Which means that his suction cup dildo is there and ready for use. Along with lube, a sleeve, a cock ring, and many other odds and ends that he only pulls out for these exact situations. But he doesn't need any of that right now.

Right now, he only focuses on securing the dildo to the flat side of his desk as a mean laugh fills his ears. 

"Well, well, aren't you eager?" He asks mockingly, and Izuku groans as he finally secures the dildo at the correct height. "All I did was pull my dick out, and you're already begging for it like a desperate little bitch?"

The hot stab of shame in his gut makes everything better. He can't take the pressure of these jeans any more though. He struggles to push them off without leaving headphone range as Bakushinchi continues to speak.

"Is this what you want, slutty baby?" He murmurs as the sound of a hand moving up and down slick flesh fills the speakers. 

And Izuku is a man, he recognizes the sound of someone jerking off. But this is jerking off times ten, the sound so loud and obscene that it almost drowns out the man's next words.

"D'you wanna suck my dick, perv?"

"God, yes," he groans, letting his eyes fall shut once more. 

"Of course, you do," he purrs, and it's just the right amount of condescending that it makes his heart skip in his chest. "Why don't you kiss the tip, little perv? Let me feel you first."

The sensation of cold silicone against his lips is unpleasant but not hard to ignore. It's not the first time he's done this, and it definitely won't be the last.

"Fuck," he sighs, and Izuku groans, pressing another kiss to the slowly warming tip. "That's it, babe."

He does it again, suckling gently at the flared tip, almost as if he can taste what's not there. 

"You're a natural," he says, and Izuku can hear the faint grin in his voice. "Although I shouldn't be surprised. Probably not the first dick you've sucked. But I promise you, I'm gonna be the last one the worship. Open wide, slut." 

He's one second away from absolutely gobbling down the entire length of the dildo when one of his earphones is pulled out and warm breath rushes across his skin.

"Hello, my little perv," Bakugou Katsuki, Izuku's boyfriend of five years murmurs into his ear. 

Green eyes fly open in shock as he whips around, only to land flat on his ass.

"Kacchan!"

Katsuki is grinning down at him wickedly, still dressed in his Pro Hero gear minus his boots, gauntlets, mask, and utility belts.

"Geez, Deku, I just posted it," he says with a chuckle. 

Deku flushes, puffing his cheeks out in annoyance. "Listen, it's not my fault that you turned the notifications on in my phone."

"But it's your fault that you can't resist listening to them," Katsuki shoots back at him, and well...

Hard to argue with the facts. 

He chooses to remain silent, and Katsuki grins down at him victoriously.

"Which part are you on, anyways?" He wonders, reaching out to unhook the earphone jack from the computer.

Bakushinchi's - Kacchan's - low laugh fills the air, and Izuku squirms. 

"You're a greedy little whore aren't you?" Video Katsuki asks as real life Katsuki smirks down at his squirming body. "Look how deep you're taking me. I'm not even doing any work. Is that how much you needed my dick down your throat?"

"Yeah, Deku," real life Katsuki purrs. "You desperate for me, baby?"

And Izuku looks up at him imploringly, all big green eyes and parted lips.

"Please, Kacchan!"

The blond flops into the desk chair, spreading his legs open wide as he reaches down to undo his pants.

"Greedy slut," Video Katsuki growls. 

Izuku whines, only focused on the thick erection Katsuki is tugging out of his pants that just so happens to match the dildo still stuck to his desk, inch for inch and vein for vein.

The only difference is the flush of blood, the heat of skin, and the clear, salty fluid leaking slowly from the tip down thick, tanned fingers. 

"You think you can take all of me in that little throat of yours?" The video purrs, and Izuku is whining out a small, desperate 'yeah' before he realizes that the real one didn't speak.

But the blond just cocks an amused eyebrow and synchronizes with the next part of the video. 

"Let's see you fuckin' do it then, slut."

Izuku doesn't hesitate, taking a brief moment to lick the sticky clear liquid from his boyfriend's fingers before wrapping his lips around the throbbing shaft and throating it deeply. Katsuki curses, gripping a fitful of those green curls as his hips buck upwards.

"Oooh, fuck yeah," he sighs, letting his head drop against the back of the chair as Izuku works him over. Nothing like a good deep throat to rid him of the stress of Pro Hero work. Izuku is making a mess in his lap, but he doesn't care. That's what washing machines are for. What he does care about is the faint sheen of tears glistening at the corners of bright eyes.

But before he can even say anything, Video Katsuki is already doing the work. 

"Haaah, what's this?" He hears his voice ask mockingly, and he makes sure to yank at Izuku's hair in time with the words that he already knows are coming. "Is this little slut crying on my dick right now?"

Izuku moans loudly, and another inch disappears down his throat.

"Are you my little crybaby?" The voice teases, and he holds him down, just to hear him gag urgently before letting him pull back with a wet sounding gasp.

"Kacchan," he whines, a tear dripping down his cheek.

Katsuki growls, standing and gripping his hair tighter. 

"Open for me," he grunts, fucking forward when Izuku does exactly that.

He isn't careful, and he certainly isn't gentle. He fucks his boyfriend's mouth like it's the last thing he'll ever do as the audio continues to drone on in the background. "

Fuck, your mouth is good. Like a little mouth pussy made just for me."

Izuku lets out a garbled whimper, and Katsuki can just barely see him squeezing his own erection tightly.

"What's that? You wanna be my personal mouth pussy?" Video Katsuki asks with a short, breathless laugh.

The short desperate whines from his lover has his own laugh mixing with the recorded one.

"Needy little cock slut," he snarls in sync with himself again as Izuku jerks beneath him, tears waterfalling down his face to soak into the plush carpet. "You gonna cum like this? On your knees with my dick in your mouth like some kind of two dollar whore?"

Izuku sobs.

"Do it, then. Let me see."

Izuku is already shuddering by the time V-Katsuki gives him permission, tear filled eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fills his underwear with sticky white jizz. 

The vibrations of Izuku choking on his dick through his orgasm has Katsuki following him right over the edge, stumbling back into the chair as he pulses hot creamy saltiness down his boyfriend's swallowing throat. 

"God, your fucking mouth," Katsuki groans softly, letting Izuku collapse back against his desk gently. "Fucking sin, that's what it is."

Izuku giggles softly, using his fingers to scoop the excess back into his mouth. "Whatever you say, Kacchan. Will you carry me?" 

Katsuki groans even louder, but he's already leaning down, gathering the male's lanky body against his own and pressing a kiss to him temple.

"You're lucky I love you."

"You're lucky Miruku didn't kill you when your old ASMR page popped back into the world," Izuku replies. 

"As if. She's loving this shit. Says it gives us good publicity," he snorts, rocking them slowly from side to side.

"Well, whatever. Bakushinchi is good and all, but he's got nothing on the real thing," the freckled man says with a smirk and a quick kiss. 

"Now, take me to bed, slave."

"I got your fuckin' slave," he huffs, heading towards the bathroom, both uncaring of the video that is now winding down.

"Hope you enjoyed that. Maybe I'll even let you do it again sometime. But for now? Get the fuck outta my face, filthy pervert."