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“Kacchaaaan,” Izuku calls from outside of the bathroom. “We have to leave now to beat the lines!”
Katsuki huffs as she zips her meider and tightens the ribbon the back, cinching her waist even further. She completes the look by tying the bow on the right side of her bodice. Katsuki glances up at the mirror one last time, checking that her curled blonde hair was still in its usual neat shoulder-length bob and her makeup wasn’t smudged.
As a last minute touch, Katsuki sprays her favorite perfume. A sweet one, that Izuku said she liked because it reminded her of Inko’s baking. The aroma was a spicy cinnamon scent with a touch of caramel if you dived deep enough, almost like Katsuki.
She smoothes out the orange dirndl, and smirks, pleased with her appearance.
Izuku was going to love this.
“K-Kacchan?!” Izuku squeals at Katsuki’s outfit, which was a total surprise for her. She almost instantly teleports at Katsuki’s side, glancing up and down at the intricate designs and style of her girlfriend’s outfit. It was new, all of it—Katsuki’s hair, actual makeup, and, of course, the outfit. Katsuki felt ridiculous and exposed, but nothing could beat Izuku’s reaction to her meider.
Izuku was shameless and that was part of the reason Katsuki decided she would wear an outfit like that for this year’s Oktoberfest. She was a half German girl after all, she needed to dress traditionally atleast once, just to know how it felt. And after catching Izuku staring at her chest too many times, it was time to give her a show.
Katsuki’s burnt orange dirndl with a scandalously low cut meider created a look that was almost intoxicating, yet addictive for Izuku. She immediately takes a step closer to Katsuki and lets her head fall on the blonde’s lush chest, who, to Izuku’s surprise, does not push her away. Izuku sighs at the soft and pillowy breasts she’s resting her head on.
Seriously, She thinks, Katsuki has amazing tits. And an amazing body in general, as Izuku likes to constantly remind her, with her small waist and toned arms with broad shoulders. But those tits, Izuku could stay here forever, in Kat-titty heaven.
After a minute, she looks up at the scowling yet flushed princess above her. Izuku backs up and holds quiet eye contact, silently pleading. The two women had been together long enough to interpret each other’s silent cues and questions, so Katsuki scoffs and leans down to brush her painted lips against Izuku’s. Izuku immediately accepts Katsuki’s lips against her own and reaches out to grip Katsuki’s waist, eyes remaining open to engrain the moment in her memory.
Katsuki pulls back after a couple moments, opening her eyes to see bright green ones staring her down. She rolls her eyes, “Back up before you get a nosebleed, nerd.”
Izuku sighs dreamily, and the hand still on her girlfriend’s waist wraps around to the other side to walk her out of the apartment. Katsuki liked to give off a controlling and dominating energy to strangers—extras, she calls them—but in reality, prefers to be pampered and cared for, as Izuku eventually learned.
“Or before I cum,” Izuku hums to herself as they walk out the front door.
“We could’ve stayed home and just had a chill night..” Izuku sighs after the third man to practically undress Katsuki with his eyes passes, despite her apron being tied on the right. Each time, Katsuki just took Izuku’s firm hands, and she put her arm around the blonde. It is reassuring, yes, but Izuku is an empath, and happens to be concerned for her girlfriend’s safety. The worry is written in her brow apparently because Katsuki squeezes her hand for Izuku’s attention.
“Don’t let these extras distract you from the fun we’re going to have.”
Katsuki says it in a grumble, as if it’s painful for her to be truly comforting someone without tearing said person down in the next breath. Keeps them humble, She’d say.
The two find themselves at a carousel with different colored horses and ponies. After spending money on coins and time in line, Katsuki and Izuku are side by side on two dainty looking horses. The ride starts and the couple start sliding up and down gently in the air while the base of the carousel moves circular.
Izuku laughs loudly while Katsuki smiles smugly at the scenery painted in front of her eyes. She knew the local Oktoberfest festival would be a good date idea for the two of them.
When the ride ends, Izuku drags Katsuki to the next ride: the Ferris wheel. She squeaks randomly the entire time from bubbly excitement, it was the first time Izuku had been on a Ferris wheel since elementary school. Katsuki feels like she’s with 10 year old Izuku again and makes a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff, “It’s not that special, you damn dork.”
After waiting in lines and going on lines, Izuku and Katsuki worked up an appetite, so they walked around the food tents, trying to decide what to buy for dinner.
“Kacchan,” Izuku asks, “what’s schnitzel?” She points toward the menu at one stall, a robust man with a thick beard behind the counter. Katsuki blinks, “It’s like katsu don, you’ll like it.”
“One bratwurst plate and one schnitzel plate, with two beers!” Katsuki calls to the worker, and Izuku takes out her wallet to pay for the meal.
“Stop staring at me.”
Katsuki mumbles to Izuku at their small table with an umbrella that protects them from the sun that was now setting. Izuku has a flushed face that brightens a little more when they make eye contact. The two were already sitting next to each other but Izuku scoots toward Katsuki, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend.
“How can I?” Izuku asks, with her chin on Katsuki’s collarbone. “You look so hot, Kacchan!”
“You’re drunk, nerd.” Katsuki wraps an arm around Izuku’s waist to support her a little more, as she whispers while rolling her eyes, “And I’m always hot, Deku.”
Izuku drawls, “Yeahhhhhh, but you never show those tits of yours and they’re amazing, and you should show me more tonight!”
A couple of people at the other tables turn their heads at Izuku’s somewhat loud suggestion. “Way to be discreet,” Katsuki whisper shouts.
Then she sighs, “You are such a lightweight, you only had two beers and you’re about to be arrested for public indecency..”
“We should get indecent.”
“We’re going home now, Izuku.”
“Nooooooo, we need dessert, Kacchannn!”
Katsuki starts to turn red from the attention they were attracting; multiple people were staring at them or laughing at the drunken entertainment in front of them. Katsuki stands up and whisper-shouts, “If you don’t get up now, we’re never having sex again!”
Izuku gasps and immediately stumbles to her feet, latching onto Katsuki’s arm with both hands, blabbering to her about how she can’t do that and that she’s being unfair. They leave the festival, but not without stopping by the dessert stalls and getting apfelstrudel, spaghettieis, and a water bottle to go.
Katsuki drives them home, and by now, her girlfriend had sobered up a little bit. ‘I need to remember to never drink with Izuku again,’ Katsuki thinks to herself.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“You should leave this on when we do it.”
Izuku taps the orange dirndl, and giggles like a child who can’t keep a secret to themself. Katsuki whips her head to face Izuku, incredulous look on her face.
“Who the hell said we were doing anything tonight?”
Izuku sighs, pretend-pouting against the window as they pull into their apartment complex.
“Urghhh.. Why’d you let me drink so much?” Izuku groans when they walk into the apartment, kicking off her shoes in the genkan, leaning into Katsuki, whose waist her hand was currently holding onto. Katsuki allowed it, initially just for the trip up the stairs, but didn’t shrug her off after.
Katsuki eventually does, for a shower. She rejoins Izuku later, who sprawls out on top of the bedsheets in just a bra and boxers, on her way to sleep. The blonde slips under the sheets and a drowsy Izuku soon follows, tugging her by the waist and into her arms.
“You should dress like a German princess everyday.” Izuku murmurs, “Nice boobs..”