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Katsuki looks out the window, hand holding up his chin, as he watches the trees and bushes roll by in a matter of seconds. He sighs deeply, contemplating whether or not he made the right choice in volunteering his precious summer time to help his father out at the camp he runs. He goes through the pros and cons once more, before deciding that, against his better judgment, he’d rather be productive than lounge around at home and be bored until the new semester of college rolled around.
Masaru hums to the tune of the song playing on the radio, tapping his hands on the steering wheel as he makes yet another turn. The sound of country music drones about, making Katsuki inwardly cringe at his father’s choice of music. He knew better than to say anything about it since the rule was simple: if you’re driving, you get to choose the music.
So he suffers in silence as he sees the familiar signs of the campground coming into view. Katsuki hears his father hum happily as they pull up and park in the small parking lot. He turns the ignition off and Katsuki can feel those eyes trained on him. He sighs as he turns his attention to his father, who predictably is looking right at him with a big smile on his face.
“Ready, son?” Masaru asks, causing Katsuki to roll his eyes and unbuckle his seatbelt.
“Tch,” is the only response Katsuki gives him as he opens the passenger door and hops out of the car. He turns to look at the familiar area that he hasn’t stepped foot in over thirteen years, taking it all in.
The wooden sign above the entrance is still intact, welcoming everyone to ‘Camp Plus Ultra’ as the view of the camper’s cabins lines the long road down to the dining and recreational hall. Surrounding the camp were the camp counselor’s cabins, one of which Katsuki will be staying at, along with the large open field for outdoor activities and the large lake on opposite sides of the main camp area. And if Katsuki’s memory serves right, behind the entire camp is the hiking trail they used to climb for hours on end.
Perfect, he can’t wait to go hiking again. It’s one of the many things he’s been looking forward to.
“Don’t get too excited, there’s been a lot of changes since you’ve been here, Kats,” Masaru says from behind, grabbing the suitcases from the back of the car and walking toward the camp. “For starters, that hiking trail is now off-limits.”
Katsuki turns his attention back to his father and gives him a confused look. All excitement to hike now vanished into thin air. “The hell? Since when?”
Masaru sighs as he puts the suitcases down onto the ground, crossing his arms. “A few years ago, we kept finding dead animals up along those trails. Luckily it was just animals, but they didn’t look like they were killed by bears and such. So, for the safety of everyone and to keep the camp open, we closed the hiking trail and now we have a strict curfew.”
“So, there’s a supposed murderer on the loose,” Katsuki says, disbelief in his voice. “And you didn’t think to tell me this before I agreed to come back?”
Masaru gives him an incredulous look, adjusting his glasses in the process. “Even if I told you beforehand, you still would’ve come, if not for the hiking trail you loved as a child, then for nostalgic purposes from when you were a camper.”
Katsuki was ready to protest, his mouth open and prepared to say something, yet as his father’s words echoed through his mind, he immediately closed his mouth. He stares at him with narrowed eyes, still in shock that his father can even now read him like a book.
Okay, so maybe he did miss being out in the wilderness and shit, so what? It’s just a bummer the hiking trail is closed.
Katsuki decides to grab his suitcase and head down the road, his father following suit. He grumbles to himself, knowing that with the hiking trail closed down, he won’t be able to explore the forest anymore, which is something he loved to do when he was younger. Katsuki remembers sneaking out of the cabin he stayed in and wandering around the trail, finding his little hiding spot by a river in order to watch the fish swim down the stream. It was something he always enjoyed doing, even though the trail was safe to explore during the day.
“And here’s your cabin, Katsuki!” Masaru says, pointing to one of the counselor cabins just at the edge of the campgrounds. “It only has one neighbor and there are blackout curtains for ample privacy. And don’t worry about using the communal showers, you have your own in there, built-in and ready to go.”
“Thank fuck,” Katsuki grumbles out, grabbing the key from his father and unlocking the door. He reads the nameplate at the entrance and gets a small sense of pride seeing his name on it.
Camp Counselor
Katsuki Bakugou
Katsuki then opens the door and takes a look inside. The cabin is small, but there’s enough room for one person to roam around. The bed sits at the far corner with the window propped above the headboard along with a small door where the shower is. Both the desk and the closet sit on the opposite side of the cabin while an overhead fan with a light fixture hangs above between the vaulted beams. As promised, each window has blackout curtains, which Katsuki is very happy to see.
It’s not much, but at least Katsuki gets the place to himself.
“You gonna be alright, son?” Masaru asks from behind, his arms crossed as he looks around the small cabin, taking it all in.
Katsuki nods his head. “I’ll be fine. Just gotta unpack and shit.”
Masaru chuckles and turns around, stepping out of the cabin. “Alright. You know where to find me. And remember, your counselor meeting is in the rec hall before dinner tonight.”
“Yeah yeah, I got it. Thanks, pops,” Katsuki says with a smirk on his face. “Go do your boring chief counselor shit.”
Masaru laughs loudly before he waves goodbye to his son. Katsuki gives him the two finger salute before closing the door, leaving him alone in the sanctity of his own cabin. He sighs deeply before he turns his attention to the small cabin he will now be living in for a whole summer and crosses his arms, a determined look on his face.
“Alright, Katsuki, let’s get going,” he says to himself and goes to open his suitcase.
Meetings are a pain in the ass and so is poor ventilation.
Katsuki slams his cabin door closed as he wipes the beads of sweat and caked-on dirt from his forehead, cursing up a storm as to why after all these years, there still wasn’t any proper air conditioning there. He knew the camp hasn’t been properly funded in a long ass time, but there should have been some sort of priority about that in particular.
Either way, Katsuki is sweating up a storm after doing some cleaning in the recreational hall with his fellow counselors. His white ‘Camp Plus Ultra’ T-Shirt sticking so close to his skin that he literally has to peel it off. He eventually frees himself from the confines of his sweat-drenched shirt and goes to peel off the rest of his clothes for a much-needed shower.
He doesn’t care that the curtains were not closed so that everyone can see him naked, he just needs to wash the sweat off of him now.
Stepping into the tiny bathroom, feeling the cool tiles underneath his feet, made him feel like he was in heaven. Katsuki turns the water on and, after stepping in, sighs deeply as soon as the warmth hits him.
He gives himself some time to enjoy the warm temperature before he goes to clean himself from head to toe, making sure every crevice of his sweat-covered body has been thoroughly washed. He even takes extra care to scrub his damn pussy along with his surgery scars under his pecs.
Satisfied with his work, he steps out, dries his entire body off, and gets into some comfortable clothes to sleep in. He’s about halfway done when there is a knock on the cabin door. He pauses, one arm still dangling from the sleeve of his baggy sleep shirt, staring at the door. He inwardly curses at the person wanting to talk to him after he already talked to the other counselors not too long ago during dinner.
He tosses his shirt on completely and shuffles through the cabin. He opens the door, ready to lash out at the person for already breaking their curfew rule (9pm, really? For a summer camp?). But when he opens the door, there is absolutely no one there.
Katsuki, obviously confused, pops his head out of the door and looks around for the perpetrator. Again, even through the darkness of the night, he doesn’t see anyone outside, not even around his cabin.
Furious, he scowls as he shouts to the outdoors. “OI! Whoever is knocking on my door better fuck off!”
Silence fills the air, no sounds of any movement with the exception of the trees billowing in the breeze and the occasional hooting of owls. Katsuki rolls his eyes and goes to close his door once again, this time locking it for good measure and closing the curtains completely.
Katsuki’s not sure why, but he feels like whoever knocked on his door is still right outside somewhere.
It’s now a few weeks in and Katsuki has slowly gotten used to the new implemented rules and expectations.
For starters, he is quite proud of the fact that he can boss kids around now, tell them where to go, what to do, and how things are done while having the excuse of being a counselor for doing so. He was always the leader in a lot of things he did when he was a kid, but now that he’s an adult and guiding the children on everything the camp has to offer, it gives him a nice ego boost.
The other counselors have started to grow on him so much that he now tolerates their presence whenever they’re around. He gets close to a few, such as Yaoyorozu Momo and Kyouka Jirou, whom he found out very quickly was a couple. There was no rule that forbade any of the counselors to date, per se, but there was a ‘no sleeping over’ rule that they had to follow. He gets a kick out of seeing the others get upset when they’re caught, but rules are rules, and he can’t help but laugh at their misery.
One couple in particular that likes to break said rule often was, unfortunately, the cabin right next door that held Hitoshi Shinsou. Katsuki would be minding his own business when he’d hear the chief counselors reprimand the other counselor. He would peek out of his window to see Shinsou not give a care in the world while he was being scolded by the older man, his arms crossed and a deadpanned look. Meanwhile, his boyfriend, Denki Kaminari, would be escorted back to his own cabin on the opposite side of the campgrounds, a distinct mischievous look on his face that tells him that it will happen again.
Katsuki narrows his eyes, wondering why the fresh hell they weren’t thrown out yet and these dolts continue to keep them. Still, he gets a kick out of seeing them getting yelled at for breaking the rules, so at least there’s entertainment.
He does, however, have his complaints about the rules themselves, because not only is his favorite hiking trail blocked off due to the supposed murderer, but this curfew is really ticking him off. They’re in the middle of the damn woods, and he can’t even go out to stargaze, something that he also likes to do, especially with no light pollution everywhere.
But whatever, the rules were made, and he has no choice but to follow them.
So there he sits, another curfew implemented, reading one of his favorite books while lounging on his bed, his reading glasses propped in front of his strained eyes.
Today was a particularly exhausting day, having dealt with the twerps outside, making sure they all didn’t drown in the lake or get burnt to a crisp from the sun, or choke on their food in the dining hall. He can hear the telltale sign of Shinsou yet again being reprimanded for having his boyfriend over in his cabin once again, so he drew the blackout curtains and locked his cabin door, making sure that he has his privacy, before he got himself comfortable.
The only window where the curtains are not drawn is the one by his bed. He decided to keep that one open just to look out and see the stars. If he’s unable to do that outside due to the curfew, then he can at least do the next best thing.
The muffled shouting ceases and a door slams shut, which means that the chief counselors are finished with their lecture (though what good will that do anyway?). Katsuki huffs as he turns the page, finding this particular chapter intriguing as he sits up, leaning against his pillow.
He has a particular liking for superheroes and brought his personal collection of books about a hero named All Might, which is technically where the camp’s name comes from. ‘Plus Ultra’ is his signature catchphrase, next to the iconic ‘I am here!’ He’s at the part of the book where All Might has taken a protégé and trained him to become the best hero in all of Japan, telling him the secret to his powers and such.
But just before he gets really invested, Katsuki hears a loud thud against his window, causing him to jump from shock and drop his book on the floor. He looks up to the window in question and sees a large splatter of blood all over and a large webbing of cracked glass forming everywhere.
“The hell?” Katsuki says to himself, perplexed by the sudden change in tone for the night. He walks up to the window to inspect it, noticing how it’s now bent from the force of whatever hit his window, rendering him unable open it. He curses up a storm as he grabs his flashlight and decides fuck the rules as he unlocks the door and steps outside.
He walks around his cabin to where the window is. Katsuki then looks around the area to find what caused the shattering of his perfectly good window when he spots it, almost blanching in the process.
Right on the ground is a large brown owl, wings askew and legs twitching. The head lies on the ground face down. Blood is splattered everywhere on the poor creature as if it was severely injured prior to flying head-first into his window. He can hear some gurgling noises from its throat, but Katsuki remains frozen on the spot as he assesses his predicament.
The most logical thing to do is to report this to the chief counselors right away and try to figure out what happened to the poor owl, maybe try to save its life. However, it’s now curfew, and he really should be inside right now and this could wait until the morning.
Still, he doesn't want to just leave the poor thing there.
Katsuki looks around some more and finds a large stick nearby, about two feet away. He quickly goes to pick it up and approaches the owl slowly until he is right next to it. He takes the end of the stick, points it at the owl’s head, and pokes it gently.
It doesn’t move.
He gives it a few more pokes, hoping the first time wasn’t a fluke, but the bird doesn’t move once. Curious, he puts the stick down and crouches down closer to take a look. He watches the owl intently, looking for the telltale sign of breathing.
Nothing.
“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath. He looks around with his flashlight, trying to find what the fuck happened to the damn owl. He rubs his face and groans into it, knowing that since the owl is now confirmed dead, he can’t let it sit here in front of his cabin and rot.
The last thing he needs is vultures or other carnivorous animals to come stalking his cabin.
He shines the flashlight around to find the giant stick again since he needs something to try to dig a hole when he finds a shovel lying on the ground next to a tree. Katsuki raises an eyebrow, confused as to where it came from and why it’s conveniently lying there near his cabin, but he doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth as he goes to grab it.
Katsuki spends the next ten minutes digging a hole, in the dark, with his only source of light in his mouth as he makes a proper burial for the creature that decided to die right in front of his damn cabin as he breaks the rules. He grumbles inwardly as he digs and digs until it is deep enough for him to get the owl ready for its grave.
He uses the shovel to gently pick up the owl, being extra careful as to not harm it more than it already is (which is moot because the damn thing is dead), and carefully drops it into the hole. The soft thud of the carcass makes Katsuki cringe as he then goes to cover it with the dirt he just dug up.
Once the hole has been completely filled, he tosses the shovel aside and wipes his forehead. The humid, summer night air doesn’t help with the hard labor he just performed, but at the very least, he can rest easy now that the owl is properly buried.
Deciding to leave it at that, he grabs his flashlight and walks back to his cabin. Katsuki makes a mental note to talk to his dad and the other chief counselors about what happened so they can fix his window. He slams the door shut and locks it upon entering his cabin, hoping that will be the last jumpscare he will endure tonight.
Katsuki goes to his bed to retrieve his book for the night, picking it up from his nightstand. He plops himself back onto his bed when he suddenly realizes something. He looks at the book in his hand, confused.
Didn’t he… Drop this on the floor?
He rattles his memory, trying to figure out when he found the time to pick up the book from the floor. He can’t seem to recall doing so, which infuriates him more. Suddenly, he no longer has any interest in reading his book anymore for the night. He slams the damn thing back on the nightstand and decides that he needs sleep.
Fuck he’s exhausted. That’s probably why he can’t remember picking up the book.
He’s about to tuck himself in when he looks up at the window. The glass is still broken and the blood is still there. He takes a deep breath before he goes to draw the curtains to completely seal himself off from any more shit that gets thrown his way.
At least, not again.
“So, Kats, any more dead owls lately?” Denki teases, having decided to sit next to him and wiggle his eyebrows at him, causing Jirou and Momo to giggle at his expense. Katsuki flips him off as he pierces his chicken with his fork violently. Shinsou, the purple-haired menace that he is, sits right next to Denki and wraps an arm around him, lips tilted upward slightly.
Apparently, Shinsou’s father works as a chief counselor, which is why he hasn’t been kicked out yet. The moment Katsuki reported the owl incident to get a new window, the news spread and he’s been the talk for the last two weeks. Even the damn campers have been saying shit, hooting at him whenever he would walk past or ‘accidentally’ walk into him and pretend to die right then and there.
Jesus fuck these kids have horrible senses of humor.
“It’s alright, Katsuki,” Momo says as she leans her head against Jirou’s shoulder. “Everyone will forget about it soon. Besides, it at least brought up some morale with the campers.”
Katsuki gives Momo an incredulous look. “For a fucking dead bird?”
“The children I have been with at least sympathize with you and are grateful you gave it a proper burial,” Momo reasons, brushing a piece of her hair out of her face. “You’re like a little hero to them.”
“Yeah, well, tell that to the kids I’ve been dealing with,” Katsuki grumbles under his breath, pushing pieces of broccoli on his plate. “They’re little shits, is what they are.”
Jirou chuckles at his expense. “Sorry, Kats, but you have some of the tough ones.”
“Speaking of,” Denki says, all eyes now on him. “Toshi and I are gonna go to the lake tonight. You should all come with us!”
Momo blinks, confused. “What does this have to do with the campers?”
“Oh, I just needed an excuse to ask you guys about our plans,” Denki says matter-of-factly. “They’ll all be asleep by then, and so will the chief counselors!”
“Wait,” Jirou says, eyes widening with realization. “You want us to break curfew and go to the lake tonight? All of us?”
Denki nods his head, looking up to Shinsou, who smirks at the rest of the group. “Come on, it’s summer camp! Live a little! Breaking curfew is not gonna make or break your good record here!”
“What about that murderer that’s supposedly on the loose?” Katsuki tosses into the ring, which makes Shinsou sigh deeply in annoyance at the mention of it.
“Let me ask you this,” Shinsou says, eyes now trained on the blond in question. “When have we heard about any camper or counselors being killed this summer so far? If there was a mass murderer on the loose, a few of us would be dead by now, wouldn’t we?”
“Besides,” Denki interjects, “those were animals that they found! Maybe whoever killed them moved on! Went away somewhere else to do his horrible deeds!”
“Hmm… Denki does have a point,” Jirou says, scratching her chin. “Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for one night, right?”
“Are you fucking serious?” Katsuki says, putting his fork down and scowling at the group for even thinking this is a good idea. “The hell is wrong with you people? The curfew was put in place for a damn reason!”
“Come on, Kats, live a little!” Shinsou says, taking a bite of his french fry that he had been holding onto for at least two minutes. “One night, you’ll see. Or are you too scared another owl will off itself on your new window?”
Katsuki glares daggers at Shinsou. Everyone seems to have figured out how to convince him to do stuff with them and how to get under his skin. He has tried not to let it happen, yet with everything that has been going on as of late, it may have slipped that he can be easily convinced to follow along with others, even if he protests initially.
He tries really hard not to fall for it, he really does, but taking one look around the table of idiots he has decided to get close to and their hopeful looks, he can’t help but fold. He pushes his dinner aside and slams his face into the table, groaning loudly for all to hear.
He can actually hear the triumphant grin from Shinsou and feel Denki vibrating in his seat with excitement. A loud clapping can be heard and if he were to hazard a guess, Jirou and Momo most likely high-fived each other with victory.
Traitors, all of them.
“CANNONBALL!” Denki shouts, running along the dock of the lake and jumping into the water butt-naked. He splashes the others upon crashing into the water, soaking Shinsou, Momo, and Jirou in the process. The girls laugh at him, holding onto each other while Shinsou flicks Denki’s forehead once he breaks the surface.
Katsuki crosses his arms as he sits on the edge of the dock, watching the others swim in the lake at dark-ass-o’clock. He may have been convinced to break curfew with the others, but he didn’t agree to go skinny dipping in the lake with them. Instead, he simply sits there, shorts and tank top on, bare feet soaking in the water, and keeping an eye on the others while they have their fun.
“Come on, Kats, you sure you don’t wanna strip and get in? There’s room for one more!” Jirou attempts to convince as she grabs one of Momo’s boobs into her hand, causing the other to blush profusely.
Katsuki rolls his eyes, looking away from the explicit scene in front of him. “Go have your damn orgy without me. I ain’t interested.”
“Booooooo!” Denki shouts, swimming over to Shinsou, and wrapping his legs around the other’s waist. “Fun police!”
Katsuki flips him off and growls. “Fuck off into the lake! You already dragged me this far, I’m fine sitting here.”
“Katsuki’s right,” Momo says, trying to keep her composure as Jirou continues to fondle her breast. “Just let him be. Don’t push it.”
Shinsou gives Katsuki an unimpressed look but shrugs his shoulders as he dips his hand further down Denki’s body nonchalantly. “Suit yourself. More dick for me.”
Denki holds back a moan as he bucks into Shinsou’s grasp. Katsuki groans uncomfortably into his hands before lying on the dock to stare up into the stars. If they want to fuck each other, that’s their prerogative, but he doesn’t need to watch them do it while he actually enjoys being outside at night, looking up at the clear night sky, watching the stars twinkle above him.
He takes a deep breath, ignoring the others and the shitty pornographic noises they make as he enjoys the outdoors. He’s not going to lie, he did miss being outside at night. It’s something he was looking forward to besides hiking before it was banned. Maybe, and he hates to admit it, but the others were probably onto something about the supposed murderer not being around. If they were still here and someone actually died, the camp would have been closed for good and such. With the exception of the owl, there haven’t been any weird incidents.
He continues to stargaze, letting his mind wander for a long ass time before he hears more lewd noises from the lake. His eyebrow twitches and he decides that he does not want to be a part of this. He pulls his feet out of the water, grabs his sandals and flashlight, and heads toward the hiking trail to let the others have their damn orgy in the lake.
He can hear the others shouting for him to come back, but he flips them off before trekking down the trail alone.
Katsuki slips his sandals on and walks along the trail, a feeling of nostalgia hitting him all at once as he breathes deeply. He looks around to view all of the old discoveries he made when he was young and wonders if there will be any new ones that he will find along the way tonight. Sure he doesn’t have appropriate footwear right now, so he can’t do his usual hike, but for now, he does what he can before enough time passes and he can return to the lake.
A snapping is heard from his left. He freezes where he stands, turning the flashlight in the direction of the sound, and looks around. He only sees more trees and bushes, which makes him raise an eyebrow in confusion.
Must have been a raccoon or something.
Katsuki eases his slight fear thinking it could be an animal and continues his hike. He’s not sure how much time has passed, but he decides to let the others have their fun a little longer as he spots a familiar path, heading toward it.
“Finally,” he breathes out, hearing the familiar sound of the river he loved sitting at when he was younger. He kicks his sandals off and sits by the edge, dipping his feet into the stream. He sighs, finally at ease for the first time this summer.
This is the spot where he did most of his thinking when he was a kid. It was a good spot away from adults and other children where he could be by himself. He may be an only child, but he was forced to have play dates with the other kids. His mother insisted on having him learn how to socialize with others, which he absolutely hated.
So this was his only solace, just him, alone at night by a stream in the quiet forest—
A loud shriek is heard from the direction he came from, jolting him out of his thoughts. Katsuki turns, hoping it wasn’t a fluke, when another one echoes throughout the night. He quickly stands up, throws his sandals back on, and runs down the trail.
He recognizes Jirou’s screams anywhere.
He runs as fast as his sandal-clad feet can go, his flashlight shining in front of him to light his way back down the path, as he tries to get oxygen in his lungs from running so fast. Katsuki eventually makes it back to the lake, the moonlight shining above, as he runs back toward the dock where he left the others—
And almost throws up at the sight.
There floating in the lake are Shinsou and Denki, unmoving with their faces down into the water, covered in blood as it pools around them. Katsuki shines a light to try to find Momo and Jirou when he spots them at the edge of the lake as if they tried to swim out and run away. Momo lies on the edge, stab wounds to the chest, eyes now glassy and lifeless. Jirou lies right next to her, neck bruised as if someone choked her to death, body covered in blood.
Katsuki drops his flashlight, feeling his whole body shaking with fear. He doesn’t understand what the fuck just happened: he only left them for at most an hour. How did this happen? The feeling of survivor's guilt courses through him as he drops to his knees, uncaring that they’re scraping on the rotting wood of the dock.
Suddenly, before he can even utter a single syllable, a pair of hands grab him from behind. One wraps around his chest while the other covers his mouth with a cloth of some sort. Katsuki immediately attempts to wiggle his way out of the perpetrator’s grasp, but as he does so, he begins to feel dizzy and weak. He grabs onto the arm wrapped around him as he tries in vain to keep his eyes open.
The only thing he sees before passing out is dark green curls underneath a withered All Might-painted hockey mask.
Katsuki stirs from his slumber, attempting to blink his eyes open, slowly but surely, as he moans low at this odd feeling between his legs. He’s not sure why, but it absolutely feels amazing. There’s this wet and warm object right there and it continues its exploration between his folds, drinking him in before it decides to gently push itself into his pussy.
Oh fuck, that feels really good, much better than what his fingers could do.
The object then latches onto his clit and he bucks into it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Katsuki feels himself getting wet, more so than usual, as the stimulation gets even better as whatever it is between his legs sucks his clit as something else moves inside of him, lapping his juices up. He feels his toes curling, legs spread wider, allowing whatever it is to continue their quest with his pussy, any logical reasoning out the window for continued pleasure.
He feels something stir inside him, and he knows he’s reaching his peak when he feels that familiar coil start to tighten in his stomach. Yet, this time, it feels much more intense, more like he’s about to explode at any given time. He bites his lips as he feels himself crashing like a tidal wave, his orgasm being ridden wildly as he grinds his hips into the thing that made him feel so good.
His hole twitches, spasming all around as slick comes out like a faucet, squirting all over the mysterious object between his legs as it swallows every drop of him. He breathes heavily, the aftermath hitting him hard as the object leaves him, allowing him to bask in the post-orgasm bliss.
It only lasts a few seconds before he is immediately yanked out of it by the sound of a low chuckle and hands roaming his thighs.
“Kacchan tastes amazing,” a deep voice says above him.
Katsuki instantly snaps his eyes open. All bliss and pleasure are thrown out the window as he finally takes in his current surroundings.
Hovering above him is a tall, brooding man with thick, green curls and piercing emerald eyes. His pale freckled face shines with Katsuki’s juices dripping off of his chin as he licks his lips. Thick muscles hold Katsuki down onto a mattress, and the man gives him a grin so menacing, it sends shivers down his spine. His eyes shift around to see where he is when he notices the same mask he saw before he passed out hanging on a wall next to him, and the smell of bleach permeates the room he is in.
Realization sinks in and he feels sheer mortification at the conclusion he had just made.
This is the man who murdered his friends and kidnapped him.
He immediately tries to sit up, but his hands are bound tight above him. He looks up to see them tied up with rope that is secured on a bedpost, keeping him in place. He looks back into the eyes of the man as he continues to grin widely at him as if he’s some sort of snack for him to savor.
The man leans forward, face now inches away from Katsuki’s own, and one of his hands goes to caress his cheek. Katsuki feels himself tremble at the touch, his fight or flight instincts squashed as his pending doom looms over him.
He’s gonna die, and this deranged man is gonna make it slow and painful, he just knows it.
Katsuki can feel tears forming on the edge of his eyes. He swallows and turns his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut. “Just… Fucking get it over with…”
There is a low rumble above him, along with a light tap of the man’s finger against his cheek, as if he is contemplating Katsuki’s words. His heart hammers in his chest, anticipating the moment a blade pierces his skin, or a tightening grip around his neck, something that would end his life right on the spot.
What he didn’t expect was a swipe of the man’s tongue licking the tears away from his face.
Katsuki gasps at the sudden change, turning back to look into his kidnapper’s eyes once more. His grin widens as he inches closer to Katsuki’s face.
“You think I’m going to kill you,” the man says, so toxically sweet that it makes Katsuki’s skin crawl. “After I’ve just pleasured you, do you honestly think I would do something like that to someone so precious and beautiful?”
Katsuki’s not sure if this is some sort of sick, twisted joke or if this is his way of lowering his victim’s guard. Either way, he narrows his eyes at him, a scowl now appearing on his face. “You killed my friends! What kind of person would kill some people and then keep one alive, huh? You’re a sick bastard!”
The grip on his cheek tightens like a warning for speaking out of term, but the man’s smile doesn’t falter as he licks the opposite side of Katsuki’s face. He chuckles low into his ear as he nibbles on the lobe, earning a hitched breath from Katsuki.
“If I’m a sick bastard, then what does that make you?”
“A damn victim, that’s what!” Katsuki spits out, attempting to keep himself level-headed as he tries to assess his situation. He needs to find a way out of this place. He doesn’t fucking care that he’s butt ass naked, he will run through these damn woods and get the fuck away from here.
The man pulls away from his ear and cups his face with his hand once more, making him look into his eyes. His thumb brushes his cheek as if to soothe him, though it does the opposite effect, as Katsuki stiffens from the touch.
“Kacchan,” the man coos, still smiling through it all. “You’re not a victim at all. You’re something much more than that.”
With that, Katsuki feels his hand roam down his body, fingers ghosting ever so gently against his skin before it travels to his inner thigh. Those thick fingers then start to brush up against his sensitive folds, still wet from before, making Katsuki shiver from the touch alone.
The man hovers his lips above his own. He can feel the warmth of his breath against his skin, tickling every nerve ending and setting it ablaze, before the man speaks with finality.
“You’re mine.”
The man crashes his lips against Katsuki’s, forcing his tongue down his throat while he slips two fingers inside his spasming pussy. Katsuki squirms as those fingers piston in and out of him, forceful yet still gentle at the same time. His mind goes a million miles a minute, trying to fight back as he attempts to feebly kick the man off of him. The man uses all of his weight to hold him down, knocking the air right out of him.
The man pulls away from the kiss and travels those lips down his neck, sucking on the skin and leaving a trail of bruises everywhere his mouth touches. Katsuki holds back a moan, biting his lips, not giving this sick man the satisfaction of knowing that he’s making him feel good, despite his mind telling him to get away.
Fuck, this guy probably drugged him, that’s why he’s reacting this way. It’s the only thing he can think of as his fighting starts to fade away the moment those lips latch onto one of his nipples. Those fingers continue to explore the inside of his pussy, grazing every surface as he wiggles in a third finger. There’s a slight sting, but he feels himself slowly getting used to being full as waves of pleasure course through him.
“Shit!” Katsuki shouts as those fingers graze on a particular spot inside him and he starts to see stars in his vision. The man grins upon releasing the nipple, satisfied with his work, before latching onto the other one and sucking on it greedily.
Katsuki breathes heavily, head thrown back onto the mattress below him. Any ounce of fight left in him is now gone and any logical reasoning in his mind fades away as the man sucks on his nipple hard and strokes his insides. He moans loudly and allows the possible drug in his system to work its magic.
There’s no way he can fight back in this state, so he might as well ride it out until the guy leaves or the drug wears off.
The man pulls away from his nipple and laps his tongue underneath his surgery scars, making Katsuki whimper, squeezing his eyes shut. It only fuels the man even further as his sickening grin comes back to the forefront.
“Kacchan makes the sweetest noises,” the man says gently. “You’re so gorgeous underneath me, writhing under me as I pleasure you with just my mouth and fingers.”
He pulls his fingers out of his stretched hole and Katsuki has to fight back a whine from the emptiness he now feels. He opens his eyes to watch the man lick his fingers, drinking in his slick and moaning at the taste.
Oh, this man is definitely sick.
“Mmm, tastes so good,” the man moans out, licking his lips as he goes to unbuckle his denim pants. “You have no idea how much I wanted you. I’ve been watching you from afar, seeing you go about your evening night after night inside your cabin.”
Katsuki’s eyes widen at the admission and he snarls at the man. “So this entire summer: the knock on my door, the owl, the shovel, MY FUCKING BOOK! That was all fucking you!”
The man drops his pants and steps out of them, his grin growing wider as if he just won a damn prize. “Who else would it be? Your so-called ‘friends?’ All they ever did was mock you, poke fun at you. You don’t deserve that, Kacchan—”
“No! Fuck you!” Katsuki shrieks as he pulls at the ropes binding his hands together. “You do NOT get to say shit like that and call me that damn name!”
The man actually has the audacity to pout as he tugs at the hem of his boxers. “But I like that name for you. It suits you. Besides, you don’t need those people anymore.”
With that, he drops his boxers and reveals his cock, thick, large, and veiny. Katsuki can’t help but stare at it, fear coursing through him as he looks at how big it is. The man wraps his hand around it and strokes it languidly, pre-cum dripping off of the tip and down onto the wooden floor beneath him, as he moans to the touch.
Katsuki tries to cover himself, closing his thighs and legs together at the sight before him. Shit, he’s not gonna fuck him, is he? That thing is HUGE!
The man seems to understand his turmoil as he crawls over top of him, slowly spreads his legs apart once more, and massages his inner thighs gently. Katsuki tries to pry himself away, but the man holds him down firmly, keeping his legs spread as he places his large cock in between, rubbing it deliberately slowly against Katsuki’s clit. Katsuki gasps and stills his movement, making the man grin at the sight.
“Amazing,” the man says, grip tightening around Katsuki’s thighs. “You open up so well. I can’t wait any longer, Kacchan. I need to be inside you.”
Katsuki whimpers, lulling his head to the side in an act of surrender. He sniffs, tears rolling down his face in the process. The man sees this and leans forward, shushing him, comforting him as he caresses his cheeks, kissing his tears away.
“It’s okay, Kacchan, I won’t hurt you,” the man coos in that sweet tone once again. “I know this is your first time, so I’ll be as gentle as I can—”
“Oh yeah?” Katsuki snarls back, eyes opening up and glaring at the man above him. “How am I supposed to enjoy this with drugs in my damn system? After knowing you killed my friends and stalked me all summer?”
The man tilts his head to the side as if confused by what Katsuki had said. “Drugs? You think I drugged you?”
Katsuki’s glare softens slightly from the confusion but doesn’t falter as he specifies. “Yeah, dumbass. I’m sure after you knocked me out, you put drugs in me to make me ‘feel good.’”
The man seems to have finally understood what he was saying and raises his eyebrows, eyes widening. He then slowly gains his grin back and his gaze softens, grip tightening on his face as his thumb caresses his skin.
“Kacchan,” he coos, slowly moving his cock away so the tip brushes his entrance. “Why would I do that to you? There are no drugs in your body…”
The man’s cock then slowly enters him, and Katsuki has to bite back a moan as his mind reels at what he just told him. As if sensing his inner turmoil, the man leans down and licks his earlobe, chuckling as he whispers softly in his ear.
“All that pleasure you felt? The way your body craved my touches? How you felt when I devoured your pussy? No, that wasn’t from drugs.” The man continues his mental torment as his cock inches inside of Katsuki, now stretching his virgin hole and breaking through the hymen. Katsuki shakes violently, squeezing his eyes shut, but what the man says next makes his heart drop as he feels that grin widen.
“That was all you.”
And with that, the man slams his hips forward, making Katsuki scream. The sudden fullness shakes him to his core, the feeling of being stretched to his limit, how the man’s blunt cock touches every crevice of his insides, hips now flushed against one another…
He can’t deny it, it really does feel good.
He feels a hot tongue lick his cheek, tasting his sweat and tears, and he can feel that cock pulse inside of him. Katsuki’s teeth chatter from the stimulation alone, yet he can’t help but relax into it with the reassuring touches. The man moans as he slowly pulls his cock out and starts to move inside of him.
“Gods, you feel so incredible,” the man groans, lazily thrusting his enormous member in and out of Katsuki. He can feel the tip hitting his cervix, can feel every stroke sending shivers down his body, making him whimper at the sensation. “You’re so wet, so tight, so perfect.”
The man’s pace starts to quicken, becoming hard and rough, and Katsuki can’t help but moan loudly. Every thrust hits all the sensitive spots inside him, sending him on the precipice of pleasure he’s never felt before.
His hands pull on the ropes, aching for more, wanting more. Fuck, he doesn’t care what this man did anymore, he just needs to keep feeling this way. He tries to use his voice to tell the man to keep going, but with each thrust, it feels like any words he tries to convey are shoved down his throat and all he can muster is more moans and screams.
The man snaps the rope from the bedpost, violently turns Katsuki around so he’s on his knees, and pounds his thick cock inside from behind. The sound of skin slapping against skin, how the man’s balls slap against his clit, sending waves of intense pleasure through him. Katsuki screams, drool dripping out of his mouth, as he feels his orgasm hit him like a tsunami crashing onto land.
The man leans over, chest against his back, as he bites down on Katsuki’s shoulder. A fist grabs a part of Katsuki’s hair as he thrusts hard and rough into him, groaning as Katsuki squirts all over that throbbing member inside of him.
“You’re mine, Kacchan,” the man growls into his ear. “All mine. No one else gets to have you.” He takes the hand holding his hair and grabs his neck, turning his head to face him, keeping Katsuki upright as his pace becomes frantic. “I’ll keep you safe and protected here, even if I have to kill those monsters outside. They don’t matter to you anymore, all you need is me, because you’re mine!”
The man crashes his lips against Katsuki, tongue dominating his own, as Katsuki feels his insides being filled with the man’s potent seed. His thrusts continue, harsh and brutal, making sure every drop of cum is swallowed by Katsuki’s pussy so that none escapes onto the mattress below. Katsuki’s eyes roll to the back of his head as the feeling of euphoria envelops him, pleasure taking over every orifice of himself.
The man places his hand on Katsuki’s stomach which is now distended from both the tip of his cock and his hot seed still pouring into him. The man pulls away and kisses his sweaty forehead before he maneuvers himself and Katsuki into a more comfortable position without pulling out.
Soon, the man has Katsuki resting his body on top of his own, his head pressed against his chest. Katsuki breathes deeply at the musky scent of the man, fingers curled softly against the skin, limbs entangled. His eyelids start to droop, having over-exerted himself from the overwhelming emotions he had just gone through. The man presses a kiss on the top of his head and hums into his blond spikes.
“All mine,” he mumbles, his breath starting to even out, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s smaller frame, and falling into a deep slumber.
Katsuki listens to the man’s heartbeat, letting it lull him to sleep as logic comes rolling back into his mind as he thinks of one last thing.
He needs to find a way out of here.
Six months have passed.
Camp Plus Ultra was closed permanently afterwards and the remains of the four counselors that were found at the lake were sent to their families for proper burial. All remaining counselors and campers were sent home immediately as the police searched the area for any signs of the murderers' whereabouts. After months of searching, they unfortunately close the case, declaring Katsuki Bakugou dead and the murderer at large.
What they don’t know is that if they ventured further off the hiking trail, deep into the woods, they would find a small cabin with two occupants living there.
One is a large man with thick green curls chopping wood outside of the cabin, clad in a dirty winter coat. He wipes the sweat off of his forehead, smiling widely as he swings his axe.
The other is a very much alive Katsuki Bakugou, watching from the inside, a distant look on his face, eyes dull and bereft of life. He sighs as he places a hand on his round stomach, having accepted his fate a while ago.
This is his life now.
END