Izuku will never tire of riding around the city at night. Emerald eyes widen in awe of the twinkling lights, watching them blur together into long streaks as the bike picks up speed. A brisk wind whips around him, tousling already messy curls and filling his lungs with cold air.

Izuku lets out an exhilarated laugh, hooking his chin over Katsuki's shoulder to cuddle as close as he possibly can, pressing kisses to the blond's neck as they slow down for a red light.

Katsuki kicks a leg out to steady them once they slow to a stop, then reaches back and places a strong hand on Izuku’s thigh. “My backpack doin’ okay?” Katsuki asks, punctuating his question with a squeeze. “Mmhmm, could gimme a kiss though.”

Izuku mumbles, leaning a freckled cheek against the blond’s broad shoulder, looking up at his boyfriend with a pout. Katsuki feigns annoyance, rolling his eyes before immediately placating the smaller man.

He grabs the freckled cheeks he’s *itching* to bite in one hand and squeezes tightly, forcing Izuku’s pout to morph into a fish face. He makes a noise of protest, but quickly quiets once Katsuki presses three quick kisses to his adorably squished lips.

He’s never been able to say no to that face, and he sure as hell won’t start now. Izuku hums, satisfied by the affection and watches as Katsuki turns his attention to the traffic light and revs his engine, apparently for no reason other than drawing attention to his flashy bike.

Izuku rolls his eyes at the blond’s showboating and tightens his hold around his boyfriend, bracing himself as the light turns green and they shoot forward, weaving through traffic. He lets out a short squeal, his stomach dropping as they get a bit too close to another car.

Izuku just barely makes out the sound of a crazed cackle over the roar of the wind and blaring of car horns as Katsuki skillfully dodges traffic before finally turning onto a long-stretch of empty road.

He sighs, letting out a deep breath as his stomach settles back into its rightful place. He definitely isn’t surprised, Kacchan has always been an adrenaline junkie.

Izuku should probably be more afraid, but regardless of the thrill-seeking behavior, he knows he’s safe because he’s with his Kacchan. But that doesn’t mean he can’t tease him just a little. Y’know… as payback.

A mischievous grin spreads across Izuku’s face as his freckled arms release their hold on an impossibly narrow waist and travel down, moving to rest atop muscular thighs.

He feels heat beginning to pool in his abdomen as his scarred hands move upwards, lightly dragging fingertips over thin denim, the teasing sensation leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Izuku, pressed as close as he is, feels the rumble in Katsuki’s chest as he growls a warning, gripping the smaller man’s wrist tightly and forcefully moving both hands up to rest on his chest.

He giggles, wriggling one hand out of his boyfriend’s grasp and placing it between the blond’s legs, reveling in the sound of the low groan as he squeezes.

“Be careful, Kacchan.” Izuku leans up, lips brushing against his Kacchan’s ear as he whispers teasingly, “Wouldn’t want you to get distracted while you’re driving.” The blond grumbles but reluctantly complies, moving his hands back to the handlebars.

“Good boy, Kacchan.” Izuku breathes out, nibbling on his ear while his hands work on unbuttoning Katsuki’s pants. Katsuki swears under his breath, knuckles turning white from his attempt to keep his composure.

He glances at the road ahead of him, doing his best to stay focused and fails as soon as he feels a warm hand wrap around his half-hard cock. The rational part of his mind is screaming at him; Katsuki knows he shouldn’t be enjoying this.

It’s irresponsible and dangerous and they should stop. But the adrenaline rushing through his veins mixed with the arousal pooling in his gut tells him to keep going.

Katsuki’s ripped from his thoughts as he groans, both from pleasure and frustration as his boyfriend sets a torturously slow pace, teasingly stroking his fingers along the blond’s length. Katsuki moans, revving the bike as he speeds up.

He needs to get them both home as soon as fucking possible so he can throw the brat down on their bed and teach him a lesson. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Deku.” Katsuki warns through gritted teeth, the passing streetlights illuminating the pure want...

...in Katsuki’s eyes as they race down empty streets. “I just want my Kacchan to feel good.” Izuku replies sweetly, voice dripping in faux innocence. “Drop the fuckin' act. If you wanna act like a brat then I guess I’ll have to fuckin’ treat you like one. Hold on tight, baby.”

Katsuki growls, sliding a hand back to grip Izuku’s thigh as he speeds up, sending them racing down the street. Katsuki’s head snaps from side to side as he scans the streets, searching for something unknown to Izuku, the anticipation of what’s to come causing his heart to...

...pound in his chest. Izuku feels more than hears the chuckle rumbling in Katsuki’s chest as he finds what he’s looking for, slowing them as he whips the bike into an alleyway, blocking off the entrance. He barely has enough time to put down the kickstand before he’s...

... grabbing Izuku, pulling him off the bike and backing him into a wall. Izuku feels his pulse quicken, grinning at Katsuki’s boldness. Katsuki shoves a thigh between his legs, smirking when Izuku can’t help but grind his clothed cunt against the thick muscle.

“You fucking like this, don’t you? Being treated like the brat you are. I can feel how wet your pathetic pussy is and I haven’t even done anything.” Katsuki says. Izuku opens his mouth to respond but Katsuki reaches out, grabbing green curls and pulling meanly, forcing...

...Izuku’s chin upwards to meet his smoldering crimson gaze. “*I just want my Kacchan to feel good*,” He mocks in a high-pitched voice, causing Izuku to let out a quiet whine from the back of his throat. “If you want your Kacchan to feel good, then get on your fucking knees...

...and make that big mouth of yours useful.” Izuku looks up at Katsuki as he’s shoved to his knees roughly. His mouth waters at the sight before him, his unfairly tall boyfriend looking down meanly, thick cock in hand.

The dim lighting of the alley doesn’t let him see much, but the light bounces off of Katsuki’s white teeth, perfectly showcasing that proud smirk of his, letting Izuku know just how much he’s enjoying this.

Izuku opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out as he sits back patiently, mind going fuzzy as he gives in and hands over all control to the blond. Izuku leans into the touch as Katsuki reaches down to cup his face, an abnormally soft gesture for the situation they’re in.

But it passes just as quickly as it comes and Izuku feels his eyes cross as Katsuki slaps him on the cheek three times with his cock before plunging it straight down Izuku’s throat. He eagerly takes it, relaxing his jaw as he lets Katsuki use him like his personal fleshlight.