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When Katsuki got to campus the next day, he was on cloud nine. If he played his cards right, which there was no way he couldn’t, he would have his dick getting sucked in around 12 hours. He had sent Deku a text that said “ 9:00. You better have some alcohol, loser.”
Overeager as ever, he had got back a message asking about his favorite drinks. Katsuki answered, but he still planned on bringing some drinks of his own over. Though he had Sero’s goods, he wanted to make sure this was a sure thing. Chances were he was putting in more work than need be, but Katsuki didn’t want to be bothered with any of the other one’s hang ups. He wanted to go over and bust a nut. Who knew? If the nerd’s mouth was worth it, Katsuki might throw him a bone and fuck him. He was daydreaming about all the ways he could get him to cry when someone stepped in his path. It was Deku’s two toned friend, his expression an odd mix between serious and worried.
“The fuck? Watch where you’re going, asshat!” His friend didn’t seem to take any offense to his words. He frowned as he looked at Katsuki. After a moment, he spoke.
“I think it’d be best if you just left Midoriya alone. Cancel your date with him.” He said the statement without any inflection to his voice, but his mismatched eyes seemed to bore into Katsuki, seeing everything and nothing at all.
“I dunno who the hell you think you are telling me what to do,” Katsuki retorted. “I’ll fuck around with anyone I want to. Besides, your friend is gagging for it. Go take it up with him if you got a problem.”
The weirdo frowned at Katsuki for a moment. His expression wasn’t upset. On the contrary, he looked contemplative and puzzled.
“I’m not sure if you understand, but I’ll respect your wishes. Though I will tell you right now, you’re not as good of a match for him as you may think.”
And with that sentence, he left. Katsuki was damn near two seconds from chasing him down and punching him in the jaw. Who the fuck did the candy caned bastard think he was talking to?? Not a match for some wimpy little cockslut? Not a match for a loser who lurked in back alleys? Well, fuck him, and fuck his little weird ass friend too. Katsuki would show them both just who was the good match.
Katsuki breezed through his classes, in top tier performance. He always kept close watch on his grades. Unlike the idiots around him who thought higher education was just an excuse to get fucked up every day of the week, Katsuki was focused on keeping a 4.0 gpa. Still, he wasn’t one who spoke up much in class. The conversation he had had earlier, however, lit a fire under his ass. He was determined to prove he was the best out there, answering all questions in class, taking notes, and asking questions in all his lectures for the day. The afternoon came. Not once had he seen Deku, something that pissed him off to no end. The little bitch must have wanted to test his patience before tonight. No matter. Whatever annoyance he built up could be taken out on his throat. And wasn’t that a pretty thought.
It was a thought that stayed through lunch with his annoying friends, Sero throwing knowing looks his way and Kirishima and Kaminari giggling. As they got up to bus their trays, Sero slowed down to walk alongside him.
“So,” he started, that lazy smile he got on his face after smoking a joint stretching across his face. “I hear tonight’s the night, huh?”
Katsuki shot him a look, Sero smiling wider as he answered his unspoken question.
“I chill with Todoroki, Midoriya’s friend from time to time.” Sero’s chill could be anywhere from studying together to do hard drugs and fucking. Not that he was curious about whatever he got up to. His irritation from the earlier conversation came back to him, and he tch’d his teeth.
“Did that little freak tell you something? He pissed me off this morning.”
“Yeah?” Sero wasn’t all that surprised.
“Yeah. The little shit doesn’t think I’m good enough for his stalker ass friend.”
Sero laughed. “Well, Mido is a special breed for sure. Maybe he was just looking out for you or something, I dunno, man.”
“Fuck off with that. I don’t need some weird stalker twink’s sidekick looking out for me. I’m good.”
Sero clapped him on the back. “Whatever you say, man.”
Katsuki stepped out of the shower. He had just got back from the gym about an hour ago. There had been no stalker pretending to run on the treadmill while watching him bench press across the room. There also were no messages on his phone from the loser about how excited he was for Katsuki to come over tonight. It was like the little shit got cocky once he got an ounce of Katsuki’s attention. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t wait to knock him down a peg. He got dressed, not bothering with any of the fancy shit besides his skin care routine. His usual standard was to put in a little bit of work when he was heading to a girl’s house. But for a dude? Naw he was good. Especially one that didn’t know his place anymore. He threw on some worn out sweats, and his favorite skull t-shirt.
Katsuki made himself a quick dinner, eating it as he debated on sending a message before he left. At the end of it, he decided against it. Fuck him for not begging Katsuki for an ounce of attention today. Naw. He would just show up. He had stated what time. Wasn’t his fault if he wasn’t ready.
He grabbed his backpack, filling it with a couple boxes of condoms, a travel size thing of lube, the drugs from Sero, and the six pack of beer. It was an IPA, and while he wasn’t a real big fan of it, the bitter taste of it covered up the traces of the drugs real well. With that, he was off.
It didn’t take too long to get to the apartment building. It was on the shady side of their university’s campus, an area housing the poorer students who were there on scholarships. Katsuki kept an eye out as he approached the “property protecting” gate that surrounded the complex. The lock that residents were supposed to use was busted, and various parts of the iron wrought fence were missing. The door to the apartment itself was a step up, locked unless you had a code or got buzzed in by a resident. Katsuki was too lazy to ring the buzzer by the apartment number. He just texted the nerd asking if he needed any codes.
After getting them, Katsuki punched it in, impatience growing while waiting for the door to buzz so he could open it. Deku lived on the 3rd floor. He didn’t bother looking for an elevator. The stairs were right there by a line of beat up mailboxes for all the residents. He made his way to the right floor, the stair lights dim and flickering.
The hallway to his apartment wasn’t in much better shape. The carpeted floor was uneven and reeked of an odd combo of air freshener and spoiled milk. His steps creaked as he walked, and he could hear loud tv’s or arguing as he walked past the doors of other residents. Katsuki sped up his steps just a little bit. His destination was at the end of the hallway and around a little corner, apartment next to one apartment that was silent. The paint on his door was peeling, and the numbers faded. Katsuki had to knock once before it was flung open, Deku’s bright and smiling face on the other side.
“Bakugou! Hi! I’m glad you made it safe!” He moved to the side to invite Katsuki in. Katsuki scoffed, glad he hadn’t put in any extra work on his appearance earlier. Not when the other one was dressed in oversized clothes as usual. He was pretty much swimming in a well loved American flag hoodie that was styled after the uniform of an old comic book hero named All Might. His black sweatpants were baggy, frayed bottoms covering the slippers he wore.
“Nice hoodie, comic book nerd,” Katsuki sneered as he slipped his shoes off in exchange for the guest slippers.
“You know All Might? Are you a big fan? Which era do you like best? Bronze or silver? Do you have any merch? I have tons if you wanna see it!”
Katsuki was already annoyed with his rambling. Before he could keep it up, he pressed his hand hard against Deku’s mouth. The effect was instantaneous. He stopped talking right away. He stared at him, those eyes of his so wide that Katsuki could see himself reflected in them.
“Shut the fuck up. You talk too much,” Katsuki ground out.
Deku, for his part, picked up on the depth of Katsuki’s irritation. He didn’t speak, but he nodded to let him know he got his point across. Because he could, Katsuki pushed harder before removing his hand. Deku’s hand flew to his mouth, and traced his lips, expression distant and unfocused. Katsuki’s face twisted in disgust. God, this dude was such a fucking weirdo. He was going to be so easy.
Katsuki headed into the apartment like he owned the place, not waiting for him to invite him in. For as shitty as the outside of the building was, the apartment was pretty nice. Though outdated, everything was scrubbed clean and smelled like a mixture of oranges and something flowery. His kitchen was small, the stove taking up most of the designated space. The fridge was shorter than Katsuki, but if Deku stood in front of it, he imagined it was the perfect height for the little shortie. His living room was sad. The only furniture he had was a lumpy looking couch, a coffee table that had a stack of cardboard under one of its legs to keep it all level, and a small tv. There was a cabinet next to the tv stand, full of pictures of himself with a lady that looked just like him, and some of the friends he had seen him with around campus. He frowned when he saw one of that asshole from earlier. and figurines from the All MIght comic line. In fact, those figures looked in pristine condition, and as Katsuki gave them a glance over, he was pretty impressed. He had some rare collectibles that he knew for a fact went for top Yen.
“What, did you kill someone to get these, nerd?” he asked in a teasing voice. His comment brought out an offended squawk from their owner who stomped over to Katsuki in order to stand between him and the display.
“I got them all with my own money, thank you very much!”
Deku’s mouth was twisted up in a pout, and he looked so offended and put out by Katsuki’s words that he couldn’t stop himself from laughing more.
“God, you’re so lame. Did you get part time jobs to get them? Or did you blow some rich prick in a club bathroom for pocket change?”
Like usual, Katsuki’s harsh words made the boy in front of him blush hard, expression a mix of embarrassment and indignation.
“I dunno what Bakugou thinks of me, but I’m not a whore.”
It may have been a trick of the low lighting, but for a moment, Deku’s eyes were hard and judging. The moment was over in such a flash, Katsuki felt like he imagined it. A literal blink and hiss face was back to being screwed up in an angry pout. He played it off as a trick of the light. There was no way this little coward’s face had the capacity to look anything but spooked. As if to prove the point, he stepped towards again like he was angry, and he cowered back.
He pouted harder as if he knew what Katsuki was trying to do. Katsuki tilted his head down towards his face causing the other to inhale sharply, caught off guard by Katsuki’s movement. He was blushing, starting from his neck and spreading up to his freckled cheeks. Katsuki let a slow smirk spread across his mouth. Katsuki made a show of letting his eyes focus on his lips as he ran his tongue along his lower lip.
“Thirsty, nerd?”
Deku’s wide eyes were pinned on his. He nodded. Katsuki leaned closer.
“Then I better get us some drinks, huh?” He turned around and headed to the shabby kitchen. He could hear the loser’s muttering behind him, but he didn’t acknowledge it. He had to find a way to get the drugs into his beer without him looking. He supposed he could tell him to pick something out on the tv for them to watch, but Deku was following behind him, still muttering. He stopped and snapped his fingers like he had solved whatever problem he was dwelling on.
“Does Bakugou like snacks? I figured you ate dinner already but I got something for us to eat. I know you like to be healthy.”
Deku damn near skipped to the fridge. “I’ve got some fresh fruit that we can cut up, and some popcorn, fried seaweed, and chips. I’m not sure if you’re into sweets, but I have some pineapple bread. Oh! And some curry bread too! I also got some lagers. I don't know much about beer. I think they’re kinda bitter, but Shouto swears by them!”
Katsuki rolled his eyes at the over enthusiastic response. It also pissed him off to drink anything that that piece of shit pretty boy enjoyed. All of that aside, Katsuki needed his ass out of the kitchen in order to doctor up his drink anyway.
“Why don’t you get the snacks set up and pick a movie out, you overeager bastard. I already know you wanna watch something with All Might.”
Deku blushed at his words and started working on a snack tray and grabbed one of the lagers out of the fridge for Katsuki. It was amusing. No matter how rude Katsuki was to him, he always responded in blushes or smiles. Chances were the loser would get on his knees and thank him after he found out what Katsuki wanted to do to him.
Katsuki took his time getting the beer out of his backpack. He had picked a fruity and tart ipa. Katsuki had a feeling that, like the girls in the past, Deku would have a sweet tooth too. His thought was confirmed when he asked the idiot if he liked fruit beers and he was over the moon about it.
“It was Kirishima that introduced me to them awhile ago when we went to the bar! You guys had a melon one in stock that was delicious!”
“Well, I hope you like peach because that’s what you’re getting.”
“That sounds amazing, Bakugou! I have beer mugs in the freezer if you would rather drink out of them than from the bottle. I wrapped a wet paper towel around them to get them nice and cold!”
Sure enough, there were two frosted mugs in the freezer. Katsuki shot a look over to the couch to make sure he was still occupied. He was flicking through Netflix movies, muttering a mile a minute to himself. Moving fast, Katsuki grabbed the pill bottle from his backpack and opened it, dropping a pill into the bottom of Deku’s mug before adding his beer. He hadn’t been able to get an accurate body size, oversized clothes always hiding his frame. But he was pretty sure he was on the scrawny side. One pill should be just enough to get him nice and docile. The pill dissolved into a cloud of foam, hidden by the beer’s carbonation. Katsuki swirled his finger in the mug to make sure it dissolved. He put the rest of the beer in the fridge and the pill bottle in his pocket. He brought his backpack over to the couch, checking to make sure the condoms and lube were in the front pocket. He was ready to get this show on the road.
Deku had found an old superhero movie, the loading screen playing on a loop as he gestured to the spread and Katsuki’s waiting beer. He jumped at the chance to pour it into the mug, staring at Katsuki as if waiting for praise. Well, he was feeling generous. He could throw him a bone.
“Nice setup. At least you know how to be a decent host.”
Deku smiled, ducking his head down as his face and ears glowed red.
“Wanted to make sure Bakugou had a good time,” he mumbled.
“Oh, I plan on it.”
His comment went unheard, all concentration being put on pouring Katsuki’s beer. He thrust the glass to Katsuki, smiling wide and proud. In turn, Katsuki did the same, smiling a little meaner. He didn’t take a sip of his own until Deku had a nice size gulp.
“Wow, it’s delicious!” He took another sip, smacking his lips afterwards in happiness.
“I’m gonna have to try and pace myself. I don’t want to get drunk and embarrass myself in front of you.” Deku looked up at him, eyes shooting down to the snack tray.
“Um, did, did I do a good job with my beer choice, Bakugou? I tried to find one you would like.”
He blushed so hard that Katsuki couldn’t help but let the smirk slide onto his face. What a fucking loser. To reward him, Katsuki had a sip of his beer. He was a fan of this brand, the hoppy flavor always pleasant to him. Katsuki smiled once at him, watching the way his chest puffed out under his lackluster approval before grabbing the remote and starting up the movie. Deku kept asking if Katsuki needed anything, jumping up to grab him another beer as soon as his first one was done. Bringing over a plate for him to put all the snacks on so he didn’t have to bend over to grab anything. He took small sips of his beer, not drinking much, but the effects of the drugs were starting to show. He kept staring off into space, eyes unfocused and mouth open. His blinks were slowing down. Katsuki shifted over to put his arm around him, and he fell into his side with a dopey smile.
By his third beer, Katsuki himself was feeling a little sleepy. The weight against him was surprising, but nice. He felt more solid than Katsuki had thought.
“Bakugou, I feel funny.” Deku let out a giggle at his side and tried to sit up. He couldn’t do it and returned to his original place against Katsuki.
“My body feels weird. ‘M feeling so heavy.” Katsuki would have smirked if he could have found the energy. He must have pushed himself too hard today; he was exhausted after his drinks. He felt like he was falling into the broken in couch, body unresponsive to his demands to move. His eyes drifted shut, opening them a chore of immense proportions. He decided to let them shut for longer. Afterwards, he would test the resistance of Deku’s throat. Yeah, a little nap wasn’t a bad idea. He struggled to keep his eyes open in order to check in on his status, not wanting to waste the drugs he bought from Sero. Right before they shut for good, Katsuki saw an alert and attentive Deku sitting up to stare at him, a small smile on his freckled face.
“-chan. Kacchan, wake up, lovely.” Katsuki let out an annoyed groan, eyes still shut. Whoever was talking was waking him up and needed to cut that shit out. He was sleeping well. The voice stopped, and he let out a little sigh as he drifted off again.
“No can do. I’m sorry. But I want you to be awake for this.” Katsuki swam back towards consciousness.
“For fuck’s sake,” Katsuki started, voice rough with sleep. “Lemme fucking sleep before I blow your face off with a firecracker or something.” There was laughter after his threat.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to give you so much. I just wanted to make sure you were asleep long enough to get you where I needed you.”
Once Katsuki was awake, he noticed how dry his mouth was. He still felt loopy and out of it, but he figured it wasn’t anything he couldn’t take care of with some water and an IV drip from one of the nursing students. He went to them a lot after a night of over indulgence, letting them think they had a chance with him in exchange for helping him fight his hangover. He tried to roll over in order to grab the water he kept on his bedside table but was stopped half way through. He couldn’t move his fucking arms. He must have worked out too hard at the gym. He tried to kick his legs out in a stretch. He couldn’t fucking move them either. With that, Katsuki’s eyes opened. He couldn’t see shit, whatever room he was in shrouded in darkness.
He was starting to freak the fuck out. After a few deep breaths, the night returned to him a little bit. Heading over. Watching a movie. Falling asleep. And then waking up here. He remembered hearing a voice when he woke up, but it was silent now. Katsuku wasn’t scared. He was just fucking pissed off.
“Hey, where the fuck are you?” There was a familiar giggle by his right side, and he looked over in that direction, meeting with the same all encompassing darkness.
“Kacchan always sounds amazing when he’s mad.” Deku’s voice was breathy. Katsuki couldn’t pinpoint just where he was standing.
“Who the fuck is Kacchan? And what the fuck is going on? Did you fucking tie me up? Where are you, you fucking piece of shit?”
Deku was closer in an instant. Katsuki let out a small yelp at his close proximity. He hadn’t heard his steps at all. He made a shushing sound as his hand came up to stroke Katsuki’s face. He snapped his teeth at him, turning his head to the side. Deku just giggled again.
“You’re Kacchan, silly. It’s been my nickname for you since the first time I saw you. My pretty, pretty Kacchan. And to answer your question, yes. I tied you up. But it’s just to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.”
Katsuki was so confused as to what was going on.
“What the fuck are you up to?”
“Tut, tut. Why are you pretending like you don’t know? Are you still foggy from the pills?”
“Pills?” Katsuki repeated. There was a hum in confirmation.
“I used more than you did, of course. But Sero was a great help letting me know how much to use. I think it was a little on the high side, but I think he was underestimating me, just like you did.”
“You bought shit from Sero?” Deku sat on the edge of the bed, fingers now combing through Katsuki’s hair.
“Mmhm. I was worried he would tell you since you guys are so close, but he didn’t, did he? I’ll have to slide him some more money for his confidentiality.”
Katsuki swore. Now Sero’s reaction when he mentioned his problem earlier made sense. He was gonna throttle the fucker for not giving him a better heads up than he did. Fuck his hint that Todoroki was also trying to warn him off. What kind of fucking friend was he? Speaking of friends-
“Is that why your shitty friend tried to talk to me today?” The hand stilled.
“And what did he say?” Deku’s tone was expressionless and careful. Katsuki felt a chill at it.
“Nothing. Just said I wasn’t as much of a match for you as I thought I was,” Katsuki snapped. The hand started moving again.
“Hm. Shouto is my best friend, but sometimes he gets a little… too involved. Well, I may have to speak to him about this, even if he means well. But enough about everyone else. They don’t matter right now.”
Katsuki’s eyes still couldn’t adjust to the darkness. He pulled sluggishly against whatever was around his wrists, freaking out more and more as he woke.
“Can you turn on a fucking light or something? Shit!”
“Oh! I’m sorry! I know Kacchan is confused right now.” Deku’s weight left the bed.
Without warning, the room was flooded with light. Katsuki winced, eyes adjusting. He tried to sit up to look around, but it took him a moment to realize just what he was seeing.
“The fuck?” he muttered, throat a little too sore for yelling. He must have been in Deku’s bedroom. It was a simple one, nothing impressive in the way of furniture. Just a computer desk with an expensive desktop and laptop set up. A dresser next to a closet, and the queen size bed he was on situated next to a random chair covered in a heaping pile of clothes. All that was normal, but what was over the top was Deku’s decoration of choice; Katsuki.
Covering all the walls were candids of Katsuki. Some looked like they were taken at work. Some were him out with his friends. Shots of him studying in the library, working out at the gym, or eating. He had shots he must have pulled from social media. On top of his dresser were a collection of random items, like tissues, cups, or chopsticks. He had a feeling they were things he had used in the past. Katsuki craned his neck to see that the wallpaper on the open computer were shots of him. Opened on his laptop was something that freaked him out. They were nudes that Katsuki had sent before, or weird angles into his bedroom when he was naked.
“What the fuck?” Deku moved back into his line of vision, those eerie green eyes of his glowing with excitement.
“Do you like it? I have more photos on my hard drive. Those are just some of my favorites. It’s so hard to pick though. Would have been easier if I had been able to get in your room and leave a camera like I’ve been wanting to. I’m glad you live in a place with good security, but it makes it hard on me.”
“I also wanted to get a cutout of you, but I settled on the body pillow. I never thought I would get the real one in my bed before the body pillow though. It’s like a dream come true… I haven’t even shown you my notebooks!”
His talking dissolved into muttering, hands over his mouth, eyes unfocused.
Katsuki didn’t know where to start.
“Notebooks? What fucking notebooks?”
Deku’s eyes damn near sparkled. His excitement was palpable and he ran back to his desk. He opened a drawer, pulling it out so hard the contents inside of it shifted.
“Which edition do you want to see?”
“Edition?”
“Yeah! I have one from the first time we had class together! I also have one about you in general, one about you and your friends, and one about…” Deku’s face changed to one of irritation and coldness.
“One about who you've dated or hooked up with in the past.”
Katsuki had one question after all of this.
“Why?”
The smile he received to his question was an indulgent one that an adult would give their child. He stowed the notebooks back in the draw, handling each one with careful care. He came back to the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, he climbed on top of Katsuki’s lap, shuddering at their contact.
“What do you mean why? I thought it was clear. I love Kacchan. Isn’t it normal to want to know every single thing about the one you love?”
“You drugged me because you love me? Get fucking real!”
“Come on now. What were your plans for me tonight, hm? I’m ok, but that’s just because I didn’t drink any of my beer. If I hadn’t known about your ways before, we’d both still be on the couch asleep!”
He laughed like it was a hilarious joke. Katsuki was about to argue that he saw him drink until he took the time to think about it. Had he been drinking at all? He sipped during the movie, but could Katsuki remember his beer getting low?
Deku smiled and nodded like he could read Katsuki’s mind.
“It never got lower, silly. I told you, I know all about you!”
“So what? Is this your way of getting revenge for those lame extras or something?” he sneered, but it was met with an eye roll and an offended look.
“Why would I care about them? Those, those sluts who had their greedy hands all over what’s mine. I heard them talking. Always giggling about how hot you are. How they would love to be your girlfriend. They don’t know anything about you. Not like I do.” Deku’s hands dug into the front of Katsuki’s shirt.
“And the ones that you played with got what they deserved. It was their own fault for being so easy.”
His grip changed to a rub. He dragged his hands up and down Katsuki’s chest, making sure to hit his nipples each time. They pebbled under his attention, Katsuki unable to stop feeling the little jolts of pleasure.
“You don’t know how hard it was to just watch them swarm around you all the time. Lucky for me, most of them left you alone on their own. But some of them,” Deku’s fingertips twisted Katsuki’s nipples as if he was punishing him. Katsuki gasped as the pleasure pain shot down his spine.
“Some of them still wanted to be around you. So I had to…step in.” Hands went back to rubbing as Katsuki tried to keep up with the onslaught of information coupled with his touch. His head was so fucking foggy, but the meaning behind Deku’s words got through to him.
“Step in?” Katsuki asked, confused.
The answering smile was too large for Deku’s face, too innocent for someone like him.
“Girls are very vain, Kacchan,” he said as if he was teaching Katsuki a life lesson. “They like to be pretty. It’s hard to be pretty when your face gets slashed or you fall down the stairs and end up breaking your legs. Most of the time just a few threats work, but then you have some who just won’t listen. Take our dear Camie for instance. You would think the threat of bringing those pictures out again would have stopped her, but the silly girl was trying to call you again the other night after she was at a party.”
“Ah, well, walking home alone while drunk is dangerous for a young girl. The cops still haven’t found the mugger, but the good news is the injuries aren’t life threatening, though she may walk with a limp for the rest of her life.”
Deku’s hands left Katsuki’s nipples to head underneath his shirt. Katsuki struggled to try to shake him off, but it wasn’t working, not when Deku hands were wreaking havoc without the barrier of a shirt. He poked and prodded along Katsuki’s skin, pausing on any spots that drew a reaction. He cupped his chest and went back to working over his nipples again.
There was no way Katsuki couldn’t have stopped his growing hard on. Deku hummed in approval moving back and forth over his pants for a moment to tease. Katsuki bit his lip hard to clear the fog in his head.
“That night, you showed up when she was there. Was that on purpose?”
“I knew my Kacchan was smart! Of course that was on purpose. I wasn’t about to let her ruin all my hard work.” Deku pouted, hands granting Katsuki a break in order to play with the hem of Katsuki’s shirt.
“Hard work?”
Deku’s expression turned sly. “I know Kacchan’s type. I worked real hard to make him notice me.” Deku closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, it was like he was a completely different person.
His eyes were wide, glistening with tears. His lower lip quivered as his cheeks and face grew pink. He shrink into himself, fiddling with his hands.
“I’m just a little clumsy stalker. Please be gentle with me. I can’t handle a few beers, so it would be real easy for someone I liked to take advantage of me. And I don’t know any better. If you told me I wanted it and I came on to you, I would believe you. It’s easy since I want to please you so much. Just look at how nervous I am around you.”
“Fuck you,” Katsuki ground out. Fuck Deku and fuck this situation. He was fucking Bakugou Katsuki. He did not get one upped by piece of shit losers. And when he got out of these restraints, he was gonna teach Deku a lesson. He was going to fuck his shit up and then beat the shit out of him. Maybe take pictures of the asshole covered in his cum and spread them around campus or something. He started fighting against his restraints, bucking up to try and throw Deku off of him. It was like trying to move concrete. He hadn’t noticed when he climbed up on him, but Deku was heavy as fuck.
“Stop before you hurt yourself. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Katsuki responded by spitting as hard as he could into Deku's face.
“Piece of shit, let me go right fucking now. You think you’re fucking better than me? I’m gonna kick your fucking ass. Make you regret ever looking at me.”
Deku wiped Katsuki’s spit off of his face with his fingers before licking it off of them and shivering.
“Thank you, Kacchan. You’re delicious. Now, let me return the favor.”
His hand shot out, lightning fast, and gripped Katsuki’s face hard. He squeezed his jaw until Katsuki’s mouth had no choice but to open. Leaning over, Deku stuck out his tongue and let the drool clinging to it drip into Katsuki’s open mouth. Deku’s tongue soon followed his spit, plunging so quickly into Katsuki’s mouth, he didn’t have time to try and bite it. It was one of the most intense kisses of Katsuki’s life.
Deku wasn’t kissing; that was too tame. He was devouring Katsuki. His mouth never stopped moving against his, pressed so hard it hurt. His tongue wasn’t still for a second. He licked behind each of Katsuki’s teeth. He traced the ridges of the roof of his mouth. He pulled back a little in order to be able to suck Katsuki’s tongue. He bit his lips and sucked at his bottom one until it felt swollen and sore. When he stopped kissing him, Katsuki’s head was full of fog. He couldn’t stop panting for air. His eyes felt heavy, and he struggled to keep them open. Deku wiped Katsuki’s bottom lip before shoving his thumb in his mouth for a second.
“You’re beautiful . Has anyone else seen you like this?” Deku’s expression grew stony, and he gripped Katsuki’s shoulders hard, finger digging into the bone. Katsuki grunted in pain.
“Have they, Kacchan?” Katsuki shook his head no, unable to stop himself.
“Dammit, it’s none of your fucking business, Deku! You proud of yourself? Done laughing and looking down on me?” Deku looked disappointed.
“You dummy. I told you, I love you. You’re the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. You’re like the sun for me.”
The hero-like worship was back in Deku’s eyes. Jesus, and how fucked up was Katsuki that it still went straight to his dick? The fucker had turned his own trap on him. Maybe it was because he was still feeling the effects of the drugs, but Katsuki sighed and thought it over. It was hard to do with such a sluggish head, but Katsuki was tired. He just wanted to get whatever the fuck this was over with.
“Fine. Untie me and I’ll let you suck my dick, you loser.” Deku tilted his head.
“Why on earth would I untie you? I waited so long to have you here. I’m not gonna ruin it by ending this too early. Besides, I want Kacchan to feel my love. Kacchan, I can’t believe you’re here. It feels like a dream for me.”
Deku’s eyes glazed over again, the brightness of them almost neon with their feverish glow. He plucked at his lips as he started mumbling.
“Kacchan’s all spread out on my bed. So pretty. Wanna keep him chained here forever. Wanna break his legs so he can’t leave. Wanna carve my name in his skin. Wanna kill anyone who looks at my Kacchan. Eat his tongue so he can’t speak to anyone else. Me and Kacchan together forever. Ah! I love Kacchan so much. I love him. ILOVEHIMILOVEHIMILOVEHIM!”
Deku’s voice got louder towards the end of his mutters, and his face was soaked in tears. They weren’t like his crocodile ones from earlier. This time he wasn’t conscious of them. They poured down his face like rain water. Katsuki’s heart was beating so fast he felt faint.
“De-” his voice gave out before he could finish. He cleared his dry throat.
“Deku, just calm down. Ok? Just fucking calm down. Untie me, and I’ll give ya want you want.”
Deku nodded at his words, smile back on his face.
“Yes. Gonna give me what I want. And what I want is to devour you whole.”
Deku’s face wasn’t smiling anymore. Instead, he has a look of utmost concentration. The feverish glow wasn't gone; rather it was just as intense with its determination. His hands went back to Katsuki’s shirt, this time pushing it up as far as he could. It bunched up at Katsuki’s throat and blocked his view.
“Kacchan’s chest is amazing. So big and soft.” Deku cupped his chest with his rough hands. He kneaded and massaged at him like he was a cat. Without any warning, one of Katsuki’s nipples was encased in wet heat. He yelped, loud and unrestrained.
Deku’s face swam back in his line of vision, red faced and mouth agape.
“You make such pretty noises. Gonna make you give up more noises.” Before he could comment, Deku was back at his chest, biting and licking at his leisure. He sucked so hard at one point, Katsuki thought he was trying to eat him.
“Fuck, you’re gonna leave marks, cut that shit out!” Deku ignored him for a moment, swirling his tongue around Katsuki’s nipple in a rough way that caused his spine to arch off of the mattress.
When he released it, Deku grabbed a handful of Katsuki’s hair and pulled hard before shoving his face so close Katsuki went crossed eyed trying to focus.
“Why are you worried about marks?” Katsuki was confused by the question and didn’t answer quickly enough. Deku tightened his grip in Katsuki’s hair and shook it.
“Who would be looking at you for you to be worried about marks? No one else should be looking at you like that anymore. You shouldn’t be worried about my marks. You’re mine.”
Deku leaned down and bit into the side of Katsuki’s neck hard enough for him to wince. He didn’t let go right away, worrying his teeth deeper into the bite. Katsuki fought against his restraints, the pain of Deku’s bite helping his head clear a little. He bared his teeth, determined not to shout out at the pain. When Deku finally released his bite, Katsuki’s neck throbbed. He wondered if he was bleeding, the thought distant and floating through his mind. Deku grabbed his face again, face contorted in a manic expression of glee.
“There it is, Kacchan. Now everyone will know. His hand drifted down to press at the fresh bite, worrying the flesh and making Katsuki grunt in pain.
“Do you think it’ll scar?” The excitement in Deku’s voice was disgusting. Katsuki wanted to spit at him again, but settled for glaring at him as hard as he could. It didn’t get the intended purpose across; Deku preened under the attention.
“God, I went for so long without your eyes on me. You have no idea how good it feels when I’m all you see. It’s like our feelings finally match.”
There was no fucking way their feelings matched, but whatever. Katsuki kept his mouth shut, doubling down on his glare. He didn’t want to try and reason with Deku anymore. He was nauseous, his neck hurt, and his head was still swimming. He wanted to let the shitty stalker suck him off so he could go home. His thoughts seemed to be heard. Deku stopped talking and staring at him, going back to messing around with Katsuki’s clothes. He forced the shirt over Katsuki’s head, adding another layer to the restraints at his wrists. After that, he took off his own shirt. Katsuki felt gaslighted. Deku was jacked. The oversized hoodies coupled with his short stature had always made it look like Deku was scrawny. But that was far from the truth. Lean muscles, cut abs, Deku had all of it. His surprise must have been evident on his face. Deku flexed a little to show off, looking pleased and flustered at the same time.
“Does, does Kacchan like my body? I started working out once I noticed you were into fitness. Course I couldn’t let you see yet. I know you like small, slim people. It was hard to resist; I thought I could get closer to you if we worked out together. But now, seeing your face, I think this way was the best way.”
Deku blushed, embarrassed and shy. The juxtaposition of his blushing with the fact that he had viciously bit Katsuki in a fit of misplaced jealousy was giving him emotional whiplash. How on earth was this the same person?
“Ah, I wish I could let you touch me, but I think right now it’s best if I keep you tied up. We’ll save that for next time.”
And with that declaration, Deku went back to messing with the drawstring on Katsuki’s sweats.
“I love it when you wear these, Kacchan. You don’t wear them to campus enough anymore. I only get to see them when you’re at home.” Deku pulled them down during his complaints, taking his boxers along with them. They bunched awkwardly at the bottom of his spread legs, but that didn’t bother Deku one bit.
And what a fucking creepy thing to say that shit was. Katsuki would have dwelled on it longer, but his brain is too fuzzy. Add that to the way Deku was now messing with his dick like it was his latest toy. He didn’t give Katsuki any direct contact, opting to trace his fingers gently along the underside. Katsuki was disgusted with himself; he was hard enough to cut diamonds. Had been since Deku started all this shit. He knew he was into some fucked up stuff, but to get this hot and bothered by some stalker creep? It was sickening. Deku was taking full advantage of this.
Deku hopped off the bed for a second, pulling off his own bottoms. His erection slapped back up on his stomach when it was free. Katsuki couldn’t stop his stare. Deku was fucking hung. His cock was an angry red, leaking precum and damn near twitching with arousal.
“If you keep looking at it, I’m gonna get embarrassed.”
The complaint was nothing more than lip service. As Deku climbed back onto Katsuki, his face showed no trace of shyness. All that Katsuki could see was a threat. And when Deku shimmied down his body and swallowed his dick, all he felt was white hot bliss. Deku’s mouth was so wet and hot, it was designed for dick sucking. Katsuki thrusted up hard, but there wasn’t a hint of a gag reflex. Deku just took it, relaxing his throat and tonguing at the protruding veins as best as he could. It wasn’t long before Katsuki was about to cum, hips moving best as he could with the restraints. Deku pulled back, like he could tell. He sat back, lower face covered in drool, panting with tear tracks on his face from deep throating.
“You’re so easy, aren’t you?” Deku’s voice was hoarse from the battering his throat had taken.
“Shut up. Just shut up and sit on my dick.” Katsuki was past the point of caring, past the point of keeping up any pretenses. He hated Deku for the situation he was in. Would never forgive him for this bullshit he pulled. But he wanted to cum. He wanted to fuck someone. If that someone had to be a stalker/kidnapper, than so fucking be it.
“Why is it that you haven’t caught on yet? You won’t be doing the fucking tonight. I said I wanted to show my love. And the best way to do that is with my dick.”
Deku reached over Katsuki’s body, ignoring his renewed struggling. Like hell he was going to let anyone fuck him.
“Fuck off. You try and stick your dick in me, and I’ll find a way to bite it clean off.”
Deku laughed, coming back with a half empty bottle of lube. He leaned into the side of Katsuki’s face, avoiding his teeth.
“Kacchan,” he whispered in his ear. The slight touch of his lips made Katsuki jerk back. “You forget I know everything about you. I know you get drunk and finger yourself. I’ve seen your porn history. I’ve seen how many videos have blonde bottoms.”
Deku licked into his ear, swirling his tongue and nipping at Katsuki’s earlobe.
“I’m so lucky you were too scared to follow through with anyone. I would have had to kill anyone who got here before me.”
Deku sat back up, pouring some lube into his hands. Considerate in the randomest of moments, he took the time to rub his hands together, making sure the lube was warm before he went to Katsuki’s ass. He played with his taint for a while, alternating between stroking it and cupping his balls. When his finger swirled around the sensitive skin right around his asshole, Katsuki flinched.
“Deku, wait! Fucking, just wait! Are you serious right now? Stop this shit. I won’t do shit if you let me go now.”
“Why on earth would I stop now? We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Deku tapped his finger against Katsuki’s hole, smearing the lube all over it.
“Kacchan, did you know? I got this lube from Sero too.”
The fact that Deku didn’t say anything else, but Katsuki still knew what he was getting at was a testament to Sero’s goods. Any other time, Katsuki would have smirked about it and called his friend to let him know. But right now? Right now, he wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp and burn his entire collection. Whatever was mixed in the lube was fast acting. Katsuki’s asshole already felt itchy and hot. He squirmed, annoyed with himself for how much he was already hoping for some sort of relief. It didn’t matter if it came in the form of Deku’s crooked fingers or his own. He just needed it. Deku must have felt like he wasn’t desperate enough. He squeezed out more lube, coating his hand and more of Katsuki with it.
“There we go.” He stared down at him before letting out a giggle. “You know, it almost looks like you peed yourself.” Katsuki snarled up at him the best he could.
“Now, now. I’d clean you up, don’t worry.”
That really wasn’t the fucking problem, and Katsuki could tell Deku knew that without him saying anything. He didn’t have long to dwell on Deku’s bullshit; those messed up fingers were back at his asshole, touch so light it made the itch worse. The extra lube that Deku had happily squirted on him was doing its work. Katsuki was two seconds from his wit’s end.
“You’re acting so upset. But I think you’re just upset because you think you should be.”
Deku flicked at Katsuki’s hard on, the bright burst of pain causing Katsuki to hiss.
“You’re so hard. Leaking all over the place. Are you sure you don’t want this? Are you sure you didn’t want this all along?”
It was demeaning to dispute Deku’s words when he was harder than hell. His brain felt so mushy with the combination of everything. He wondered how much was just drugs or himself. Did it really matter at this point?
His internal struggle wasn’t a point of worry for Deku. He stopped teasing Katsuki’s rim, but before Katsuki could let himself recover during the break, Deku made his next move. Without any warning, he shoved one of his thick fingers inside. Katsuki choked on nothing, body tensing up and fighting hard in an effort to get the foreign intrusion out.
“I think you should let yourself relax. I’m not stopping either way, so if you get hurt, that’s your own fault.”
Katsuki took deep breaths, trying to force his body to relax. It was hard when everything was still so itchy. Deku’s finger was easing it up a little bit, but not enough to get him over the shock of a finger being where it shouldn’t fucking be on his body. It was taking more of his self control than he wanted to admit to keep himself from jerking back onto his finger.
“Think you’re ready for more. What do you think about three fingers, hm?”
Deku pulled his finger out, giving Katsuki a brief respite before he shoved three in. There was still an excess amount of lube, but the stretch was havoc for Katsuki. Deku didn’t give a damn, moving his fingers hard and fast. Katsuki writhed, body overly sensitive and nerve ending singing at the rough pace. He didn’t think he was sensitive back there, but as Deku’s fingers bullied his insides, he was forced to reconsider. It was too much, there was no way it wasn’t. But the little licks of pleasure that were tickling him made it harder to try to get away. Couple that with Deku’s relentless approach, and Katsuki was turning to putty despite his desire to get away.
“Kacchan, do you like that?” Deku asked, fingers were relentless. It was like he was making sure just to touch the tips of his finger on that spot deep inside that made Katsuki feel so good it drove him crazy. The movement was helping to get rid of some of the itch, and Katsuki wanted to cry in relief. He was surprised he wasn’t already. He didn’t like that thought that it was becoming harder and harder for him to hold back the tears.
“You’ve started moving your hips, you know. Is someone trying to find their good spot?”
Deku’s voice was teasing and mean. It was like he knew right where Katsuki’s good spots were but had no intention of following through with any of them. All too soon, he pulled his fingers out, dragging them slowly.
“I can’t wait anymore. Gotta get inside you.” Katsuki’s panic rose. It was one thing to be fingered by someone, but it was something else to have someone shove their dick up there. And when that person’s dick was as big as Deku’s? There was no fucking way. He watched Deku slide on a condom, heart pounding in his chest.
“Deku, that shit’s not gonna fit. C’mon. Be serious.” He was winded and panting. He sounded like he was whining, but he didn’t care. Not even the desire to alleviate the itchiness and the drugs were making him feel like he could easily take the dick that Deku was rubbing different lube on. And no matter how much he flayed around and tried to break the restraints, it was of no use. Deku gripped his legs, raising them as much as he could over his knees.
“Kacchan.” The imposed nickname was much too sweet for the situation he was in. “I’m going in. You may wanna breathe, ok? I’ll make it good for you. I’ll satisfy all your curiosity too.”
As Katsuki felt Deku move inch by inch, he felt like he was receiving karma from all of his hook ups in the past. He had always rolled his eyes at girls who complained and said it hurt when they had sex. He figured they were just being weak ass bitches about it, wanting to be pampered and coddled like they were in a relationship or something. He never listened and did what he wanted. But now? He got it. Each bit of himself that Deku pushed into him was an ordeal. It felt like a steel rod was being shoved into him. It hurt and was never ending. It felt like forever before Deku stopped, his head dropping down to rest on Katsuki’s chest. His hands gripped his thigh still. Deku was muttering under his breath a mile a minute. Katsuki couldn’t understand a single thing he was saying. Not that he wanted to. Especially when he started moving.
Katsuki wasn’t given any time to adjust; just a quick pull out before an equally quick shove in. It was like he was getting his guts rearranged. He couldn’t stop his gasps and grunts. Somehow, Katsuki felt like the whole ordeal would have been easier to deal with if it just hurt and only hurt. Unfortunate for him, it was starting to feel good too. Deku’s thrusts were well aimed despite their speed, and the drag of his dick helped quell that persistent itch. It wasn’t long before the pleasure overwrote the pain.
“Fuck, fuck, shit!” Katsuki’s body was betraying him at an alarming rate. His tongue felt too big for his mouth. His legs, even though bound, felt slack and like jelly. The binds on his wrists rubbed and burned, adding another layer to the other sensations he was going through. Deku sat back, hands digging hard into whatever flesh he could get a hold of. His nails were digging bloody crescents into his skin.
“Kacchan! Oh my god, Kacchan! I knew you would like it. I knew we were meant to be. You feel so good.”
“Fuck, stop! Ngh! We ain’t, dammit, we ain’t shi-”
Katsuki’s words were cut off as Deku gave a hard thrust that nailed his prostate dead on. Katsuki arched involuntarily, the pleasure a source of shame. He didn’t want this , no matter how much his body was reacting. But hadn’t he given Deku the green light? He must have wanted this more than he thought, to be feeling this good. With every little grinding motion and swirl of his hips that Deku performed, he stopped thinking less and less. Why fight against something that felt this good? Who would even want to?
“Kacchan’s hips are moving again. Did you finally give in and accept it?” Katsuki didn’t answer, opting instead to try and plant his feet in order to gain some leverage against how hard Deku was coming at him. It wasn’t working.
Deku stopped his thrusts much to Katsuki’s dismay.
“What the fuck?” Katsuki screeched up at him. But whatever annoyance he tried to force into his voice came out as whiny and needy. He didn’t care anymore. His dignity didn’t really matter in the face of feeling this good.
“Deku, why aren’t you moving? Fucking come on, asshole!”
The man on top of him laughed at him. Katsuki felt ashamed thrice over.
“You can ask prettier than that, can’t you? You’ve been acting like you don’t want this all night, but I know better. I know who you really are, Kacchan. You don’t have to hide a single thing from me.”
Deku’s warm hands played and stroked Katsuki’s dick during his whole speech. It was more torture than relief; one hand was wrapped around the base of his dick, making it hard to cum though he was being stroked.
“Come on, come on. Tell me what you want me to do. Do you like it when I shove it in deep in one go?” Deku shoved inside, so deep that it was borderline painful again.
“Or do you like it when I tease around your prostate?” He switched back to that slow grind that made Katsuki want to scream.
“You gotta let me know what you want, silly. I’m not a mind reader.” Though Katsuki could tell Deku was just as affected as him, his nonchalant and airy attitude made him want to rip off his face. But it was pointless for Katsuki to even pretend to hold on to his anger at this point. Not with the teasing still feeling better than anything.
“I think I like it all,” he gasped out. He didn’t try to hold back. He had nothing left in him except a need to focus on the pleasure that he was getting. Deku seemed to reward him by removing the hand cutting off his encroaching orgasm. He stroked his dick again, and without the hold, Katsuki almost came right away.
“FUCK!!! I swear to god I’m gonna kick your ass after this, Deku! Fuck, right there! Please, please, please! If you stop, I’ll kill you. Harder! Please give it to me harder!”
If his words worried Deku at all, he didn’t show it. His pace picked up, and it was game over for Katsuki. After two strong thrusts, Katsuki was cumming like never before. The thrusts didn’t stop, nor did the hand stroking him. It felt like he came for ages. He didn’t know what he sounded like, ears stopped up with his silent cries. When he logged back into his own brain, he could tell Deku was on the cusp of cumming himself. His movements were erratic, and he had abandoned Katsuki’s dick in favor of grasping his hips. He chanted his name like a prayer. For a wild second, Katsuki regretted the condom Deku had put on. In his deepest thoughts, he had wondered what it would feel like to have someone cum inside of him. How it would feel to have someone’s warmth fill him up and leak outside of him in the ultimate display of sexual satisfaction.
Katsuki’s thoughts scared him. He blamed whatever drugs Deku had given him. In retaliation, he reared up as much as he could and bit Deku’s neck with as much strength as he could muster. It had the opposite effect. Deku didn’t cry out in pain, but he did grunt in pleasure. His body seized up for a second before shuddering, he moved a couple of more times, Katsuki able to feel the pulse of his orgasm inside of him. After he came, he collapsed on top of Katsuki’s body. Both of them were struggling for a decent breath, overwhelmed by everything.
“Look, Kacchan,” Deku breathed out. His fingers rubbed a spot on Katsuki's neck that spiked with pain. He rubbed the bite Katsuki had given him afterwards.
“We match. I told you, you’re mine. And I’m yours.”
Katsuki didn’t give an answer, and Deku didn’t seek one. He just pulled out, taking the condom off of himself. After the drugs, the shock, and cumming his brains out like there was no tomorrow, Katsuki was tired. He let his eyes drift shut, no fight left in his body.
“Sleep, Kacchan. I’ll clean everything up. And tomorrow we’ll talk about how you and I are gonna start going steady instead of me sending this recording of you begging for my dick around campus and the accounts of what you did to girls in the past to your parents.”
Deku’s voice was like poisoned honey, sticky and deadly. It didn’t matter. Maybe it was about time that Katsuki settled down. And if he could get to cum like this? Maybe he could learn to like it. As he blearily watched Deku climb off of him and pull a camera out of the pile of clothing on his bedside chair, he realized he didn’t have much of a choice.
“ Ah, well ,” he thought as he drifted off to sleep, “ at least things won’t be boring anymore.”