Katsuki’s hands slid under Izuku’s back and knees, lifting him from the tangled sheets with a single, powerful motion.

“Daddy—”

“Bathroom,” Katsuki growled, his voice gravel. “Now.”

He carried him through the dark cabin, Izuku’s body light in his arms, the only sound their breathing and the slick, wet slide of Izuku’s skin against his own. The bathroom tiles were cold under Katsuki’s feet as he kicked the door shut behind them. The mirror above the sink was a wide, dark rectangle.

“Look,” Katsuki said, shifting his grip. He maneuvered Izuku in front of him, both arms hooking under Izuku’s knees, spreading his legs wide, locking him in a brutal, inescapable hold—a full nelson that pinned him in the air. “Look at yourself.”

Izuku’s breath hitched. The lights were off, but the gray dawn filtering through the small window was enough. In the mirror, he saw his own reflection: debauched, flushed, held aloft by his father. He saw Katsuki’s fierce face over his shoulder, the sweat on his own chest, the mess between his thighs glistening.

“See that?” Katsuki hissed, his cock, still thick and wet from their last round, nudging against Izuku’s soaked entrance. “See what you do? Look at your fucking cunt. Dripping for me. Begging for it.”

Izuku’s eyes were wide, locked on the mirror. “I see it.”

“Tell me what you see.”

“I’m—I’m open.” Izuku’s voice was a broken whisper. “I’m empty. I need—”

Katsuki didn’t make him finish. He pushed inside.

The stretch was immense, a burning, perfect fullness that forced a choked scream from Izuku’s throat. In the mirror, Izuku watched his own mouth fall open, saw his body jerk as Katsuki’s cock buried itself to the hilt in one relentless thrust. He could see it—the thick, veined shape of his father pressing into him, distending his lower belly, the obscene wet sound echoing off the tiles.

“Watch it,” Katsuki commanded, his own eyes locked on their reflection. He pulled back, slowly, until just the head remained, glistening with their mixed release. Then he slammed home again. Izuku’s body jolted. “Watch my dick disappear inside my son. Look at how you take it. Fucking born for this.”

“Daddy—!”

“You wanted my attention?” Katsuki snarled, setting a brutal, pounding rhythm. Each thrust lifted Izuku higher. “You got it. Every inch. Every second. You see that? That’s my cum frothing on my cock from fucking your tight little hole. You’re making a mess of us.”

Izuku could only nod, his gaze trapped on the hypnotic, violent motion in the glass. He saw the slick, white foam gathering at the base of Katsuki’s shaft with every drive forward, saw his own pussy clinging desperately to the invading thickness, red and swollen and utterly claimed. The visual was as overwhelming as the physical sensation—the proof of his own ruin.

“Gonna fuck you like this all day,” Katsuki promised, his breath hot against Izuku’s ear. “Gonna keep you full. Gonna make you squirt on my dick right here in front of this mirror so you can watch how pretty you are when you come for your Daddy.”

Izuku sobbed, his body clenching wildly around the relentless penetration. “Please—I’m close, I’m so close—”

“Then come,” Katsuki ordered, biting his shoulder. “Let me see it. Show me.”

The orgasm ripped through Izuku, a blinding white wave that made his back arch violently in Katsuki’s hold. A gush of clear fluid erupted from him, splattering against the sink and mirror, the sound a loud, wet slap against the rhythm of skin on skin. In the glass, his face was a mask of shattered ecstasy, his body convulsing around the cock still pistoning into him.

Katsuki groaned, his own rhythm fracturing. “Fuck. Good boy. Such a good, filthy boy.” His thrusts turned ragged, deep, possessive punctuations. “Taking it. Taking all of me.”

Katsuki held him there, buried deep, both of them shuddering through the aftershocks. The only sound was their ragged breathing and the slow, wet drip from Izuku’s body onto the tile. In the mirror, Izuku’s reflection was a wreck of flushed skin and glazed eyes.

“You came,” Katsuki said, his voice rough. He didn’t move. “I didn’t.”

Izuku whimpered, feeling the thick, unmoving heat of his father still inside him. “Daddy…”

“You want it?” Katsuki’s grip tightened on his thighs. “This load? You want me to breed this filthy cunt until it’s dripping with me?”

“Yes.”

“Not good enough.” Katsuki began to pull out, a slow, torturous withdrawal that made Izuku’s body clench helplessly around the retreating thickness. “Beg for it.”

Izuku’s head fell back against Katsuki’s shoulder. The emptiness was a sharp, aching void. “Please. Please, Daddy. I need it.”

“Need what?” Katsuki prompted, his cockhead just barely kissing Izuku’s swollen entrance.

“Your cum.” Izuku’s voice broke. He was staring at their reflection, at his own debauched face. “I need your cum in me. Please fill me up. Breed your son, Daddy. I’m empty without it.”

Katsuki’s red eyes were dark in the glass. “You think you deserve it? After coming without permission?”

“I’m sorry,” Izuku sobbed, pushing his hips back, trying to impale himself on the teasing tip. “I’ll be good. I’ll take it all, I promise. Just… please. I want to feel you come inside me.”

A low groan vibrated in Katsuki’s chest. “Such a greedy little slut.” He pushed back in, not with a slam, but with a single, deep, inexorable thrust that seated him fully once more. “You want it? Earn it. Fuck yourself on me.”

Izuku’s arms tightened around Katsuki’s neck for leverage. He started to move, riding the thick length inside him, his hips working in small, desperate circles. The slide was obscenely wet, their mixed release frothing around the junction. “Is this… is this good, Daddy?”

“Look,” Katsuki ordered, his own hips meeting the shallow rolls. “Watch your cunt swallow my dick. Watch how hungry you are for it.”

Izuku’s gaze snapped to the mirror. He saw it—the glistening, reddened flesh of his pussy stretched taut around the base of Katsuki’s shaft, the messy white foam churning with each movement. He saw his own expression, pure wanton need. “I’m hungry. I’m so hungry for it. Gonna take every drop, Daddy. Gonna keep it all inside me.”

“That’s it,” Katsuki growled, taking over, driving into him with deep, punishing strokes that knocked the air from Izuku’s lungs. “Gonna pump you so full. Gonna mark you so deep you’ll feel me for days.”

“Yes! Do it, please, I’m ready—”

Katsuki’s rhythm became brutal, focused. His forehead dropped to Izuku’s damp shoulder. “Now. Come with me. Now, Izuku.”

The command, the possession in his voice, was the final trigger. Izuku shattered, a silent scream on his lips as his body convulsed, another gush of clear fluid splattering the floor. The violent clenching of his cunt was all Katsuki needed.

Katsuki roared, his hips stuttering, grinding deep as he emptied himself. Izuku could feel the hot, pulsing flood filling him, a scalding claim that spilled out around the still-throbbing cock. Katsuki held him there, locked together, for a long minute, both of them trembling.

Slowly, Katsuki’s grip loosened. He lowered Izuku’s shaking legs until his feet touched the cold tile, but kept an arm around his waist, holding him upright. Izuku leaned back, boneless, against his father’s chest.

“See?” Katsuki murmured, his lips against Izuku’s temple. He nudged his still-softening cock, making the thick, white spill drip down Izuku’s inner thigh. “Told you I’d breed you.”

Izuku made a soft, satiated noise. His legs were trembling too hard to stand on their own.

“Can’t have you passing out on the bathroom floor,” Katsuki said, his tone shifting to something practical, almost gentle. He turned on the shower with one hand, steam beginning to billow. “We’re cleaning up. Then we’re moving to the bed. We’re far from done.”

The shower spray hit them, hot and stinging. Katsuki guided Izuku to his knees on the hard, wet tile, one hand fisted in his green curls. "Clean it up," he said, his voice a low command over the water's roar. "Every drop. Use that pretty mouth."

Izuku didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, his lips parting to take the thick, softening cock into his mouth. The taste was intense—salt, musk, and the bitter tang of their mixed release. He swirled his tongue, cleaning the shaft, lapping at the frothy mess that had dripped down Katsuki’s heavy balls.

"Good boy," Katsuki growled, his head tipping back against the shower wall. His hips gave a shallow thrust. "Suck me clean. Show me how grateful you are for my cum."

Izuku hummed around him, the vibration making Katsuki’s thigh muscles jump. He worked diligently, his own exhaustion forgotten in the worship of the task. He could feel Katsuki beginning to harden again against his tongue, the flesh thickening and filling his mouth.

"Look at you," Katsuki said, his fingers tightening in Izuku’s hair. "Kneeling in the shower, sucking your Daddy’s dick after he just bred you. You’re insatiable."

Izuku pulled off with a wet pop, gasping. Water streamed down his face. "I am," he panted, his green eyes wide and earnest. "I’m your greedy slut, Daddy. Want you all day."

Katsuki hauled him up, spinning him to face the tiled wall. He pressed against him, his renewed erection nestling against Izuku’s swollen pussy. "Then you'll have me." He pushed inside in one smooth, brutal stroke, making Izuku cry out, his hands slapping against the wet tile for purchase. "Starting right here."

He fucked him against the shower wall with deep, measured drives, the water sluicing between their bodies. The sound was obscene—wet slaps, choked moans, the constant spray. Izuku’s cheek was pressed to the cold tile, his mouth open in a silent scream as Katsuki’s pace quickened.

"Gonna fuck you in every room," Katsuki promised, his breath hot on Izuku’s neck. "Gonna bend you over that shitty kitchen table. Gonna take you on the floor. You’re not leaving this cabin until you can’t walk straight."

"Yes," Izuku sobbed, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Please, Daddy. Ruin me."

He did. After the shower, still dripping, Katsuki took him to the narrow bed. He laid Izuku on his back, hooked his legs over his shoulders, and fucked into him with a relentless, pounding rhythm that made the bedframe screech against the floorboards. Izuku came twice, squirting each time, the fluids soaking the thin mattress beneath them.

Katsuki didn’t stop. He flipped him onto his hands and knees on the braided rug, his own knees grinding into the rough fibers. He gripped Izuku’s hips hard enough to bruise, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more possessive. "This cunt is mine," he snarled. "Say it."

"Yours!" Izuku wailed, his arms giving out, his face pressed into the rug. "Only yours, Daddy, only ever yours—"

Later, with the afternoon sun slanting through the dusty cabin windows, Katsuki pulled him toward the front door. Izuku was limping, his body trembling with overstimulation. "Daddy?"

Katsuki didn’t answer. He opened the door, the cool camp air hitting their naked, sweat-slicked skin. The porch was weathered wood, overlooking a line of dense pines. In the distance, they could hear the faint echo of a whistle and cheering from a far-off field.

Katsuki bent Izuku over the rough porch railing. "They could see," he murmured, biting Izuku’s shoulder as he positioned himself. "One of your little squad mates, taking a walk. They’d see their coach fucking his son raw on the porch."

The danger ignited something new in Izuku’s gut. He pushed his ass back, an open invitation. "Let them see," he whispered, reckless. "Let everyone know who I belong to."

Katsuki sheathed himself inside him with a groan, his hands clamping on Izuku’s hips. "My dirty secret," he said, beginning to move, each thrust rocking the railing. "My perfect, filthy boy."

The cold, rough wood of the porch railing bit into Izuku’s forearms. Katsuki’s thrusts were deep and punishing, each one driving a punched-out gasp from Izuku’s throat. The wet, slapping sounds of their joining were obscenely loud in the quiet afternoon.

“Look at you,” Katsuki growled, one hand splayed across Izuku’s stomach, holding him in place. “Bent over, taking your Daddy’s dick where anyone could see. You’re fucking shameless.”

“Only for you,” Izuku cried, pushing back against the relentless rhythm. His cunt was a slick, clenching heat, stretched to its limit. “Only ever for you, Daddy—ah!”

Katsuki’s pace quickened, becoming brutal. “Gonna flood that greedy little pussy. Gonna pump you so full my cum’s leaking out of you at practice tomorrow.”

The filthy promise tipped Izuku closer to the edge. He could feel the familiar, coiling tension in his belly, a pressure building toward a burst. “Please, Daddy, I’m gonna— I can’t—”

“Do it,” Katsuki commanded, his voice ragged. “Squirt all over this fucking porch. Mark it. Let everyone know what happens to my boy when he’s good.”

The orgasm tore through Izuku with a violence that made his vision white out. A gush of clear fluid shot from him, splattering the weathered boards below with a sound like rain. His body seized, his cunt milking Katsuki’s cock in frantic, rhythmic pulses.

The violent clenching was all it took. Katsuki roared, his hips slamming forward and staying buried to the hilt. Izuku could feel the hot, pulsing flood inside him, wave after scalding wave filling him until a thick, white trickle escaped around the still-throbbing shaft and dripped onto the soaked wood.

For a second, there was only their ragged breathing and the distant cry of a bird. Then, the distinct crunch of gravel under a heavy footstep, too close.

Katsuki’s head snapped up. “Shit.”

He pulled out of Izuku with a wet sound, the sudden emptiness making Izuku whimper. More of Katsuki’s release spilled down his trembling thighs. Katsuki didn’t pause. He hauled Izuku upright by his arm, shoving him toward the cabin door just as a cheerful, familiar voice called out, “Hey, Coach! You in there?”

They stumbled inside, naked and dripping. Katsuki slammed the door shut, leaning against it, his chest heaving. Izuku collapsed against the wall, his legs giving out, a messy puddle of sweat and release on the floorboards between his feet. His tiny womb felt overstuffed, achingly full.

Outside, the footsteps reached the porch. They stopped. A low whistle. “Whoa. Someone had a wild water fight or something out here. It’s soaked.”

Izuku clapped a hand over his own mouth to stifle a hysterical giggle. His eyes, wide and bright, met Katsuki’s across the dim cabin. Katsuki’s expression was fierce, possessive, and darkly amused. He put a finger to his own lips, a silent command.

A knock rattled the door. “Coach? It’s Kirishima. You okay in there?”

Izuku’s hysterical giggle died as he lowered his hand from his mouth. His green eyes, dark with a mix of panic and arousal, locked on Katsuki’s cock. It was still wet from the shower, from their fucking, from the release that now dripped down Izuku’s own thighs. He didn’t think. He crawled forward on the floorboards, the sticky evidence of their porch encounter smearing beneath his knees, his mouth already open.

“What the fuck are you doing, nerd?” Katsuki hissed, his voice a low rasp. He didn’t move from the door, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.

Izuku didn’t answer with words. He nuzzled against the thick, spent flesh, his tongue darting out to lick a stripe through the mixed fluids. He tasted himself, salty and sharp, and beneath it, the bitter, unmistakable taste of his father. He took the softening length into his mouth, sucking gently, coaxing.

Outside, Kirishima’s voice came again, muffled through the wood. “Hello? Coach, you’re freaking me out a little. You sick or something?”

Katsuki’s head fell back against the door with a soft thud. His fingers speared into Izuku’s damp curls. “You’re unbelievable,” he breathed, watching him. “Someone’s right outside and you’re cleaning my dick with your mouth.”

Katsuki’s fingers tightened in Izuku’s curls. He glanced down at the boy greedily sucking his cock back to full hardness, then toward the door. He twisted the knob, opening it just a crack, the chain lock catching. The slice of afternoon light cut across his face. “Kirishima.”

“Coach! Man, you had me worried. You sound rough.” The assistant coach’s shadow filled the gap. “And what’s with the swimming pool out here?”

Katsuki’s abdomen clenched as Izuku hollowed his cheeks, taking him deeper. The wet, rhythmic sounds were obscenely loud in the small space. “Food poisoning,” Katsuki grunted, his voice impressively steady. “Both of us. It’s a fucking mess.”

Behind the door, Izuku moaned around his length, the vibration shooting straight up Katsuki’s spine. He drove his hips forward slightly, silencing him with a deeper push that made Izuku gag.

“Whoa, you okay in there? It sounds… painful.” Kirishima’s tone was all genuine concern.

Katsuki barked a short, harsh laugh. “You have no idea. We’re fucking dying. Count us out for tomorrow, too. Maybe the next day.” He punctuated the sentence with another deliberate thrust into Izuku’s throat. Tears spilled from the boy’s eyes, streaking through the mess on his cheeks.

“Jesus, Coach. Do you need me to run to the camp nurse? Get some fluids?”

“No,” Katsuki said, too quickly. He forced a slower breath, watching Izuku’s lips stretch around his girth. “We’re riding it out. Just… keep the squad focused. Run the new pyramid sequences.”

“You got it.” Kirishima paused. “Hey, is that… Midoriya? He sounds awful.”

Izuku’s choked gurgle was unmistakable. Katsuki looked down, meeting his son’s watery, pleading gaze. He smiled, a cruel, proud twist of his lips. “Yeah. The nerd’s always been a weak-stomached little thing. He’s on the floor, hugging the trash can. Making all kinds of pathetic noises.”

He pulled Izuku off his cock by the hair just to slam him back down, the head bumping the back of his throat. Izuku’s body convulsed, a fresh stream of spit and precum dripping down his chin. The sounds were wet, desperate, and unmistakably sexual.

Kirishima coughed, awkward. “Right. Well. I’ll, uh… leave you to it. Feel better, Coach.”

“We will.” Katsuki waited until the heavy footsteps receded down the porch steps before he shoved the door shut and locked it. The cabin plunged back into dim, humid shadow.

He looked down at Izuku, a wreck of spit and tears and utter submission at his feet. “You hear that?” Katsuki murmured, his voice dropping to a possessive rasp. “He thinks you’re sick. He doesn’t know you’re just a hungry little cocksleeve, cleaning your Daddy up after he fucked you stupid on the porch.”

Katsuki’s grip in Izuku’s hair tightened, yanking his head back. “You’re not done cleaning.”

He fed his cock back into Izuku’s waiting mouth, not letting him adjust. He set a brutal, driving rhythm, using his son’s throat like a fleshlight. The wet, gagging sounds echoed off the cabin walls.

“That’s it,” Katsuki grunted, his hips pistoning. “Take it. You wanted my attention? You got it.”

Izuku’s hands scrambled at Katsuki’s thighs, not to push away, but to hold on. His eyes streamed, his throat worked convulsively around the thick intrusion. He moaned, the vibration traveling straight up Katsuki’s shaft.

Katsuki watched himself disappear into the wet, pink heat, mesmerized. “Fuck. Look at you. Born for this.”

The pressure in his balls drew tighter, a familiar, urgent coiling. He could feel his release gathering, ready to flood that eager throat. He drove in deep, held it there, and felt Izuku swallow around him.

With a ragged curse, Katsuki pulled out with a wet, obscene pop. Izuku collapsed forward, coughing, spit and precum stringing from his lips to the floor.

“Not there,” Katsuki panted, hauling Izuku up by the arm. He spun him around, shoving him against the door. “I need your cunt. Now.”

Izuku stumbled, catching himself on the front door. The cold wood bit into his stomach. He blinked up at their reflection in the doors small window—his own wrecked face, his father’s fierce, hungry expression behind him.

“Daddy, please—”

“You heard me.” Katsuki’s hands gripped Izuku’s hips, yanking him back. He didn’t guide himself. He just shoved, the thick, slick head of his cock pressing against Izuku’s soaked, swollen entrance.

Izuku’s eyes went wide in the window. “It’s— it’s so much.”

“It’s yours.” Katsuki pushed forward, not slow, not careful. He sheathed himself in one relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt in the tight, clenching heat.

A broken scream tore from Izuku’s throat. His back arched, his nails scrabbling against the sink. The stretch was immense, burning, perfect. He was so full he could feel it in his teeth.

Katsuki stilled, his own breath gusting against Izuku’s neck. He met his son’s gaze in the glass. “Look. Look what I’m doing to you.”

He pulled back almost all the way, letting Izuku see the glistening, frantic pulse of his own pussy clinging to the shaft, before slamming back in. The slap of skin was loud in the tiny room.

“You see that?” Katsuki growled, setting a punishing pace. “See how you take me? You’re made for it. Your greedy little cunt was made for my cock.”

Izuku could only sob, his eyes glued to the window. He watched his father’s massive length disappear inside him, over and over, saw the way his own belly jumped with each thrust. The mix of their releases was already frothing around the joining, white and slick.

“Gonna breed you,” Katsuki promised, his voice raw. “Gonna fill this tiny womb until it’s dripping. You want that? You want me to knock you up?”

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, please!” Izuku babbled, mindless. The friction was building a fire in his core, wild and uncontrollable. “Breed me, breed me, I’m your good boy, your slut—”

“Mine.” Katsuki’s pace turned frantic, brutal. He leaned over, biting Izuku’s shoulder, marking him as he fucked into him. “Cum. Squirt for me. Show me how much you love it.”

The command, the bite, the relentless pounding against his deepest spot—it shattered him. Izuku’s vision whited out as his body convulsed, a gush of clear fluid erupting from him, splattering the cabin floor below. His cunt clenched and fluttered around Katsuki’s cock in violent, milking pulses.

The intense grip tipped Katsuki over the edge. He roared, slamming home and staying buried. Izuku could feel the hot, pulsing flood inside him, another scalding deposit joining the last. It overflowed, a thick trickle of white seeping out around the still-throbbing shaft and down his trembling thighs.

They stayed locked together, panting, staring at their ruined reflection in the steam-fogged glass. Katsuki’s hands smoothed over Izuku’s stomach, possessive. “Fuck,” he breathed, awed. “Look at you. So full of me.”

Izuku’s legs gave out. Katsuki caught him, pulling him back against his chest, still connected. He nuzzled into the sweaty green curls. “You’re a mess. My perfect, filthy mess.”

“Don’t stop,” Izuku whimpered, his voice hoarse. He was boneless, oversensitive, utterly fucked stupid, and he still wanted more. “Please, Daddy. Not yet.”

Katsuki laughed, low and dark. He was already hardening again inside the slick, spent heat. “Who said I was stopping?” He gave a slow, experimental roll of his hips. “We’ve got all night. And I’m far from done.”

The night dissolved into a wet, sweating blur of skin and grasping hands. They moved from the door to the floor, from the floor to the narrow cabin couch, leaving a glistening trail of their joining behind them. The air grew thick with the smell of sex and sweat and the cheap pine cleaner from the bathroom.

Katsuki was a relentless engine, his stamina a terrifying, awe-inspiring thing. He took Izuku on his back, on his knees, bent over the rickety kitchen table. Each time, he made Izuku watch. In the dark window glass, in the reflective surface of the microwave, in the blank screen of the turned-off television.

“See that?” Katsuki grunted, slamming into him from behind on the thin rug, his big hands splayed over Izuku’s freckled hips. “See how your little cunt sucks me back in? It’s begging for it.”

Izuku could only moan, his cheek pressed to the rough fibers, his eyes rolling back. He was so overstimulated every nerve felt scraped raw, yet his body kept climbing, kept clenching, kept gushing for the man destroying it.

“Daddy, I can’t— I can’t come again,” Izuku sobbed, his voice a ruined thing, as Katsuki worked a thick finger into him alongside his cock.

“You will.” Katsuki leaned down, his breath hot on Izuku’s ear. “You’ll come every time I say. Your body belongs to me. It does what I tell it.”

And it did. A weak, shuddering climax ripped through Izuku, a thin trickle of fluid leaking out beneath him. Katsuki groaned, pumping his own release deep, mixing with the rest.

He didn’t let Izuku rest. He hauled him up, carried him back to the bathroom. The mirror was still fogged from before. Katsuki wiped a clear streak through the condensation with his forearm.

“Look,” he ordered, turning Izuku to face their reflection. Izuku was a debauched painting—freckled skin flushed and marked with bites and bruises, green curls matted with sweat, his tiny chest heaving. Katsuki stood behind him, still hard, his cock slick and gleaming against Izuku’s trembling thigh.

“See what you do to me?” Katsuki’s voice was gravel. “See what I do to you?”

“I see,” Izuku whispered, mesmerized by the wreck in the glass.

“You’re mine. Every fuckin’ part.” Katsuki’s hands came up, palming Izuku’s small chest, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over the dark, puffy nipples. Izuku cried out, arching into the touch.

“So sensitive,” Katsuki murmured, watching Izuku’s face contort in the mirror. “Always been so pretty here. Drove me insane watching you in that uniform.”

He pinched, hard. Izuku jolted, a fresh wave of wetness coating Katsuki’s length where it pressed against him. “Daddy!”

“Want my cock again, baby?” Katsuki’s hands slid down, gripping Izuku’s thighs. “Want me to fuck you right here, make you watch the whole thing again?”

“Yes. Please, please.”

Katsuki lifted him effortlessly. Izuku’s legs hooked around his waist, his back pressed against the cold mirror. Katsuki positioned himself, the broad head nudging at Izuku’s swollen, used entrance.

The cabin floor was cool and hard under their backs. They’d collapsed there hours ago, a tangled knot of limbs on top of a stolen sheet, the mattress above them a soaked, ruined island. The first grey light of dawn seeped through the blinds, painting stripes over the wreckage of them. The whole room smelled of sex—sharp, musky, and deep—overlaid with pine cleaner and sweat.

Izuku stirred first, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he tried to move. Every muscle ached. He felt raw, used, gloriously fucked hollow. His cheek was pressed to Katsuki’s sternum, rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Don’t,” Katsuki’s voice rumbled under his ear, sleep-rough but absolute. A heavy arm tightened around Izuku’s back, pinning him. “Stay put.”

“Everything hurts,” Izuku mumbled, nuzzling into the warmth. His throat was sandpaper. “Daddy… we ruined the mattress.”

Katsuki cracked one eye open, surveying the room. The floor was littered with damp towels. A glass had been knocked over. The mirror was a foggy, streaked testament. A slow, smug smile touched his lips. “Yeah. We did.”

He shifted, wincing slightly himself, and looked down at Izuku. In the dim light, the bruises stood out stark on the freckled skin—bite marks on his shoulders, the dark print of fingers on his hips. Katsuki’s thumb traced one particularly vivid mark on Izuku’s throat. “You look like you got hit by a truck. My truck.”

“Feels like it,” Izuku admitted, but he was smiling, a dazed, satiated thing. He pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s chest. “A really good truck.”

They finally fell into a much needed sleep.