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How To Spend Your Money

Pairing: Keigo Takami x Touya Todoroki

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 8.5k

Content: Top Dabi, Bottom Hawks, full-body massage, over-stimulation, wax play, edging, begging, praise kink, multiple orgasms, civilian x hero, light bondage, crying, rimming, oral sex, sex work, sensation play, anal beads, vibrator, dildos, sex toys, scarves, condoms

Being a pro hero was tiring work. Nobody could deny that much. Hawks worked tirelessly, day and night. It was what was expected of a pro hero- especially the number 2 ranked hero in the country. But Hawks was tired. His muscles ached each day when he arrived home and shower pressure did little to ease the pain these days. For a while, Hawks tried sucking it up. He'd just remember to stretch first thing in the morning and again each night before bed. When that failed to ease his body, he bought himself a new mattress. He had the money to spare after all, a top ranked hero didn't exactly struggle to pay the bills.

Though his knew mattress proved no more comfortable than his old one.

Eventually, the constant nagging soreness was too much to ignore. It had grown, steadily worse and worse over a few weeks, until someone had suggested he get a massage. It had been Mirko, a close friend of Hawks'. She encouraged him to find a masseuse online that did in-home appointments. That way he wouldn't have to worry about being mobbed by fans when he's supposed to relax. Despite being skeptical at first, Hawks was considering it. At least, he could look at his options. There was nothing wrong with simply browsing, was there? It wasn't like he was committing to it. He just wanted to look and see what was offered!

So that's precisely what he did. He scoured google, finding he had to click through pages and pages of pornography in order to find any legitimate masseuses. At least, he assumed they were legitimate. Hawks found one website that, to him, looked like the genuine thing. The masseuse- Touya -was a freelance worker. He didn't work for a company. That was a green flag. Hawks wouldn't have to worry about his name being put on a company list and the company leaking his name as their client. A freelance masseuse offered more privacy.

Hawks scrolled through Touya's website. He read his about page first. Touya was a year older than him, born and raised in Shizuoka. He had worked for a well-known physical therapy office, but quit due to wanting to branch out and start his own business.

Sound's ambitious.

That was another trait of Touya's that Hawks liked. He continued clicking through the website until he stumbled upon a page of reviews. They were all 5 stars, praising Touya's skill.

His hands are magic!

You'll turn into pudding in no time

Best money I ever spent!!

He puts my husband to shame!

There were dozens upon dozens of pages, full of glowing reviews. Everyone, it seemed, adored Touya's services.

Hawks continued exploring, clicking through until he found himself on the package's page. Touya offered an array of services, starting with simple shoulder rubs or back rubs. Those each cost 25 dollars. Hawks continued scrolling down. At the bottom of the page was a big button with the number 18 on it. Hawks clicked it and a pop-up appeared.

Are you over the age of 18?

Hawks clicked yes. He was 23.

Suddenly he was taken to a brand-new page. This one offered more packages, though they weren't the types of thing he'd expect from a masseuse. The first service offered was, coupled with a full body massage, a handjob. That cost 100 dollars, the same as the most expensive treatment the previous page had shown. Hawks scrolled further. Each service he read included a full body massage plus a sexual activity. Those activities grew more depraved as he read on. The price quickly shot up from 100 to 150, from 150 to 200 and so on. Hawks had never even heard of most these things he read!

It wasn't that he was a virgin. He'd just never experienced this kind of freaky, kinky sex. Hawks was usually too busy for sex and hadn't slept with anyone in years. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd been laid too clearly.

The last option Touya listed was just called 'full service'. Hawks glanced at the price. Instead of jumping the usual 50 dollar increments, this one jumped up 200. Hawks' eyes widened as the number stared at him. It would cost a whopping 700 dollars for whatever this mystery treatment was. Hawks couldn't deny, he was curious. He glanced towards his hero jacket, hanging on the coat rack by the front door. His wallet in the left pocket. It would take just a second for his feather to bring his wallet over. Just a few more to enter his credit card information.

Mirko would surely encourage him to do it. And why shouldn't he? Didn't he deserve a turn to relax as well? Besides, nothing else he'd tried worked! And it was only money. Hawks had more than he knew what to do with. As he stared at the glowing laptop screen, his fingertip slid along the touch pad. He clicked the full service link. As he did, one feather shot off his wing and collected his wallet from his jacket's pocket. The feather dumped it into his outstretched hand and he took out his credit card.

He deserved this, he told himself, everything he'd seen previously- well, most of it anyway -sounded really enjoyable. He'd been killing himself with work. Why shouldn't he splurge on himself every once in a while? Didn't he deserve to be pampered too? Surely he did. It was only fair. Hawks told himself it was good to spoil himself every once in a while. He told himself there was nothing wrong with a massage.

He repeated the same thing over and over as he typed his credit card information into the website. Then his contact information. His name, e-mail, and phone number were requested. Below that he could schedule the time and date of the appointment. His fingertip slid along the touch pad, clicking around to arrange when he'd want his massage. His cursor hovering above the button that read' submit'. Then, before he could second guess himself, he clicked.

The screen changed once more.

Thank you for your payment! You'll receive a confirmation email shortly.

Hawks clicked open a new tab and logged into his email account. There was nothing new. Hawks refreshed the page. Still nothing. He did it again and again a few more times, growing anxious and frustrated as nothing on his screen changed. He had sent the email to the right address, hadn't he? He submitted through the email listed on the website! So why was it taking so long to get a reply? He clicked refresh for a fourth time as his eyes trailed to the wall clock. Barely a minute had passed by him.

Calm down, you just sent it, Keigo.

He took a steadying breath and leaned back on the couch, his eyes unfocused on the soft, glowing screen until he heard a high-pitched ping echo through the speakers. His eyes refocused and he sat up straight, clicking the new email to see what he'd been sent.

Thank you! Your full service appointment has been scheduled! Click Here To Save The Date

Hawks smiled. Anticipation began gurgling in his stomach. Or was it anxiety? Hawks didn't know what full service meant and he hadn't seen any reviews that discussed it. He was too anxious to look and see what anyone had said.

For 5 days, Hawks' head spun as he thought about what he'd signed up for. He opted not to tell Mirko, she would, in her own, endearing way, be too pushy and demanding. Hawks didn't have answers to all the questions she had and he didn't want her to end up looking for Touya online herself. If she did somehow discover what kind of massage he was actually getting, he'd never overcome the humiliation. Mirko kept pressing though, insisting he find a masseuse before he really hurt himself. She was sweet to care. Surely he'd be able to tell her some things after the massage, though. He just didn't know what yet. He didn't know what to expect, let alone what to lie about.

It was a Friday morning when Hawks had called out of work. He lied to his boss at the commission, feigning a fever, sore throat, and cough to sell his story. His boss was not pleased with him, but Hawks was too busy to care about what she thought. He sat in his living room, the TV tuned to some weather broadcast. The temperatures were dropping fast. Cold air only served to keep Hawks' wings and muscles tense. He hated the cold and winter months were his least favorite season, despite his birthday falling at the coldest time of the year. As he was waiting for Touya to come up to his penthouse apartment, he continued to read his confirmation email. His eyes flickered between the clock and his laptop. Each second that dragged by was it's own eternity.

Then the doorbell rang. Hawks sprang to his feet and hurried to the door, swinging it open.

"Hi there," he began. After the both of them regained their composure- Hawks' from running across the room and Touya's from the door being suddenly flung open, their eyes met. Touya flashed Hawks a warm smile. His soft, turquoisey-blue eyes sparkled under the hallway lights.

"Hi there," he repeated,  "I'm Touya."

Hawks stared. Touya was an impressive one to look at, that much he could tell right away. For one, Touya was noticeably taller. Hawks' head probably came up to the top of his chest. His shoulders were broad, the black t-shirt he wore fit well. Hawks was starting to understand why so many women loved him so much. From his built, strong physique to his sharp features and, dare he say, gorgeous smile, Touya was drop-dead gorgeous. There was something undeniably familiar about him though. From his eyes to his red hair, though Hawks couldn't quite place it.

Touya must've seen the look on his face, because he offered the answer unprovoked.

"My father's Endeavor," he explained, "see the resemblance?"

Hawks' eyes nearly shot out of his skull.

“You... you're Endeavor's..."

Touya chuckled. Hawks simply stared.

"Don't worry, all my appointments are completely confidential. No one will know what happens except you and I. Or anyone you decide to tell, but my lips are sealed."

Well that was a relief. Anonymity was the entire reason he’d gone about getting a massage this way. Stepping aside, Hawks waved Touya into his penthouse. He entered and looked around, Hawks watching him from behind.

”Have you had a lot of hero clients?” He asked, trying to make conversation. The tote bag slung over his shoulder had alarm bells going off in Hawks’ head. It looked pretty damn full too, though reading reviews hadn’t told him much of what Touya did.

”Can’t say,” Touya lightly reminded, “anonymity.”

Hawks felt his face flush darkly. Right. Touya wouldn’t tell him about his other clients, due to his own policies. He clicked his tongue and looked back up at Touya.

He was clearly Endeavor’s son. His gorgeous baby blue’s and fiery red hair were enough evidence. But Touya looked immensely better than Endeavor did.

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” Touya asked, tearing Hawks away from his thoughts, “or wherever you’d be more comfortable.”

“Bedroom’s fine,” Hawks assured. He led Touya down the narrow hall towards the large bedroom. The whole penthouse was extravagant for his taste, but his minimalism decor slightly made up for it.

Touya followed, bag slung over his shoulder. Hawks’ apartment wasn’t like most of the heroes he’d serviced. There was something soothing about the emptiness in his bedroom. It was quiet and tranquil. It made sense, considering the fast-paced life that he lived, that his home would reflect the opposite.

“Strip down as far as you’re comfortable,” Touya instructed, “do you mind if I turn the lights down?”

Hawks shook his head no. He shrugged off his faux fur-lined coat and a feather whisked it away, back to its spot on the coat rack by the door. He noticed Touya didn’t look at him as he undressed; instead he was rummaging around his bag of supplies.

“I’ve got some candles, if that’d be something you’d like.”

Hawks nodded with a soft ‘mhm’ and Touya pulled out 3 white candles. They were unscented, but still provided a nice warmth to the room. Lining them up on Hawks’ dresser, Touya used his quirk to light them.

3 tiny blue flames burned the wicks. Touya watched the flames dance around, giving Hawks plenty of time to get comfortable.

“Ah, Hawks?” He asked. Hawks was slipping out of his pants, left nearly completely bare. All except for his dark red boxer shorts, that is.

“Yeah?”

“How do you feel about me touching your wings? If you rather I avoid them, I can do that.”

Hawks felt his face flush. His wings twitched as he thought about Touya massaging them. He’d never let someone else touch them- not willingly, anyway. Except for his days training with the commission, he’d never given explicit permission to anyone. His feathers were sensitive. He didn’t like when fans grabbed him by his wings to get his attention or villains targeted them for attack.

With all that being accounted for, however, Hawks knew he carried a lot of tension in the base of his wings. His feathers were strained and tired and overworked. They’d never felt a gentle touch that didn’t come from Hawks himself. It didn't seem possible for him to really unwind unless his wings were relaxed as well.

“Don’t worry, you can touch them,” Hawks said, feeling his cheeks warm. From behind him, he heard Touya’s bag drop to the floor. Touya began rummaging around in it, though Hawks hadn’t the slightest clue what he was searching for and he didn’t ask.

“Do you wanna lie down?” Touya asked.

Right. He’d forgotten.

Hawks walked right over to his bed and lay down on his stomach. A few moments later, the mattress shifted in accommodating Touya’s added body weight. A bottle cap clicking open had Hawks’ feathers stand on end. The soft chuckle that escaped Touya didn’t help the situation, either. Though as his soft voice reassured Hawks, he couldn’t help from thinking himself a little foolish.

“It’s just massage oil.”

“Oh.”

“Are you ready to begin?”

Hawks nodded, but didn't turn over to see what he was doing. He didn't look over at all. It wasn't like they were doing anything crazy yet, right? Touya was going to just begin with a standard massage. Hawks tried to think back on what he'd read- he was pretty sure the service he'd paid for included a full-body massage. Before he could give it too much thought, Touya's hands pressed against his shoulders and the back of his neck. His hands were hot, Touya probably had a fire-type quirk. The heat felt nice. Hawks shuddered at the touch, his stomach filled with butterflies. Touya's fingers kneaded around Hawks' shoulders. The two of them were silent as he worked. Touya took his time, giving extra care and attention to his neck and shoulders.

"How's the pressure?" Touya asked, his voice low.

"It's good," Hawks replied quietly.

Silence fell over them again. Touya spent a full 10 minutes simply rubbing the top of his body. His hands moved down to his back, keeping the same heat and pressure. He rubbed Hawks sides, his thumbs pressing circles into his back. Hawks accidentally let a deep, guttural groan out into his pillow. As soon as the sound left his throat, his face burned hot with embarrassment. Touya took his hands away from his body and Hawks heard him open the bottle again. Seconds later, Hawks felt something wet drip all over his back, though none of it landed on his wings. Touya's hands met his back again. The heels of his palms pressed into his skin. Hawks tried to keep himself quiet, perhaps if he kept his mouth shut he wouldn't make any more sounds like he'd done before. Touya's hands had the tension simply melting off his body however, thus Hawks couldn't keep completely silent.

Touya's hands worked down the curve of Hawks' ass, moving down to start working his hamstring. He kneaded his soft skin, working the tight muscle into putty, his fingers right at the bottom of Hawks’ boxers. He kneaded along his inner thigh, gently spreading the hero’s legs a few inches. It provided easier access to the insides of his legs. Another muffled moan escaped Hawks as Touya squeezed and rubbed him, only muted by his face pressed into his pillow. Wordlessly, Touya’s hands moved down his calf and offered the same, devoted attention to his lower leg as he'd given to his hamstring.

Squirting a touch more oil into his hands, Touya pressed down onto Hawks' other thigh. His fingertips worked slowly, pressing deeply into his flesh. Another groan escaped Hawks as Touya's rubbed up his inner thigh, his fingertips daring to slip just under the hem of his boxers. Chills shot up his spine. If he was this turned on from a simple massage...

Hawks could hardly imagine what the x-rated portion of his treatment would be like.

"Roll over for me, alright?"

Hawks did as Touya said, turning onto his back. Touya offered him a warm smile, taking his bottle of oil and popping the lid. Instead of pouring it in his hands, once again Touya squeezed the bottle directly onto Hawks. He drizzled oil all over his chest and abdomen. It looked like a lot to the hero, but Touya surely knew what he was doing. He inhaled sharply as his chest and tummy were covered, his eyes staring at the slick mess on himself. He felt Touya’s gaze on his body as well.

Watching him touch his body added another thrill to the whole situation. His hands pressed against his chest, working out years of stress and anxiety. All Hawks could do was try and keep his breathing as neutral as possible. Touya’s hands moved upwards, working the front of his shoulders. His intense gaze never left his work.

“Have you ever been massaged before?”

Hawks shook his head now.

“You’re doing a great job so far.”

The praise had Hawks’ lips turned upward. He’d just been lying there, but it was good to know he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He didn’t know how to conduct himself in this type of situation. The reassurance was appreciated.

Touya’s hands moved down to his stomach. His fingers trailed along the plane of his abdomen and he sucked in a hard breath. Touya gave a light little chuckle, his thumbs rubbing into the front of his hips.

“Relax,” he gently encouraged, “you’re doing so good, Hawks. Just relax for me.”

Hawks nodded, taking a steadying breath. Touya’s fingers dipped into the waistband of his shorts, rubbing low on his hips. The process against his legs began all over again and Hawks had to bite back noise, though he was unsuccessful as a low moan filled the room.

And Touya was going to massage his wings, at some point. They’d always been the most sensitive part of his body. Really, how was he expected to handle his wings getting this kind of spoiled treatment? Touya’s fingers against his skin was already getting him hot and bothered.1

As he thought of Touya’s warm hands on his wings, they fluffed up involuntarily.

"Hm? Do you want me to move on to your wings?" Touya asked. Hawks' face burned. Touya noticed how he was reacting and it was embarrassing. It had been so long since Hawks had been intimate with another person and never had he taken on such a submissive role. All of his previous partners wanted to sleep with Hawks, the flirtatious, suave pro hero who oozed sex appeal. Boys and girls across the country fantasized about bedding him. Hawks dominating, spoiling, and fucking them was one of the most popular fantasies amongst hero fans. Laying with Touya's hands rubbing all over his body was an entirely knew experience. Both wings puffed up again. Hawks couldn't find his voice.

So he just nodded. Touya helped him roll back over to his stomach. Then, after endless anticipation, Touya began doting on Hawks’ weary feathers.

His hands slipped over his right wing, earning a pathetic whine from the hero. Chills ran up his spine as Tour's hands worked into the grooves of his feathers. The pads of his fingertips worked into the veins of each feather. Hawks bit his pillow. Never in his young life had his feathers been treated with such attentive care. More whiny, breathless cries found their way out from the back of his throat, despite his best efforts to keep them inside. Touya was so attentive to him. Every touch was just right, just what his body craved Touya do next. His hands moved along his feathers, working his way down to the base of Hawks' wings. Fingertips rubbing along the edge, brushing over his oily skin left Hawks breathless.

"Your wings feel really tense," Touya murmured. Another groan escaped as the knots simply vanished one by one. Tour's fingers glided across his back to the left wing, this time beginning right at the base. Hawks slipped his arms underneath his pillow, burying his face further to hide away from such heavenly touches. His wings continued to twitch against each brush of Touya's thumb. For the first time in his life, Hawks couldn't keep his feathers in check. They fluffed and twitched all on their own with each new sensation.

"Wait, Touya, please," the hero choked out, squeezing his pillow tightly. The warmth Touya's hands gave immediately vanished. Hawks turned his head to look at him. He was still panting, his cheeks flushed and eyes teary. It took him a moment to regain his breath- never did he imagine something could feel quite like that. His body was burning up. His heart was racing faster than it did even during his most intense battles and he'd just been lying down.

"Is everything okay?" Touya asked, "what's the matter?"

"It's, uh, my wings." Hawks admitted. He lazily pushed himself back up, kneeling on his lap to be at a more even height with Touya. His gaze found a perfect spot on the floor to stare at rather than Touya's face.

"Your wings? I didn't hurt them, did I?"

Hawks was quick to shake his head no.

"It just," he began, the pretty pink splotches covering his face, ears, and neck growing darker, "it was turning me on."

As the words left his lips, Hawks realized that Touya must've known that. It wasn't like he was doing a good job at keeping quiet and he'd probably heard even filthier sounds from other clients he'd worked with.

"Do you want to move onto the next part then, Hawks?"

There was something about the way he said his name. The low octave of his voice, the slight scratch, the drawn out, quiet tone he was using to keep the mood he'd created. It sent a chill up Hawks' spine. He didn't answer right away.

"Call me Keigo."

Keigo’s heart pounded in his chest as Touya flashed him a sweet, charming smile.

”Alright, then do you want to move onto the next part, Keigo?”

Keigo’s face burned. The low, drawn-out way Touya said his name sent chills down every inch of his body. After a moment, he nodded. His eyes followed Touya as he reached into his bag. He pulled out a few silk scarves.

”Lay back, put your arms up.”

Keigo did what Touya said. He lay on his back, leaning against his pillows. His arms lifted up and Touya moved swiftly, tying Keigo’s hands to the headboard. With his last scarf, he covered Keigo’s eyes. The last he saw was a charming, devilish smile before the world went dark.

His stomach filled with butterflies. Anticipation built up in his chest. Though he found there was minimal apprehension- Touya had already proven how good his touches felt. He was just eager to feel what more Touya would do to him. As Touya's fingertips traced down his chest, Keigo inhaled sharply. Touya's fingers circled around Keigo's nipple, every touch leaving him yearning for more.

Touya rolled Keigo’s nipple between two fingers. It was the only contact he was giving the hero, the only thing he’d allow him to focus on. Keigo had been more responsive to his treatment than a lot of clients. His body was sensitive and ripe for overstimulation. It was too tempting a route to pass up.

”Touya,” Keigo’s whiny voice begged with just his name. Touya stopped touching him, instead leaning off the side of the bed to dig around in his tote. He pulled out a red candle and looked back over Keigo’s trembling body.

”Just relax. You trust me, don’t you?”

After a brief pause, Keigo nodded. Everything had been making him delirious. Keigo was tempted to just let Touya do whatever sick, twisted things to his body his website didn’t say.

”Good boy,” he heard Touya whisper. Touya lit the candle and waved it over Keigo’s body, letting the heat radiate against his skin. He inhaled sharply, sucking his tummy in.

”Shh, just relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” Touya once again assured. The heat from the flame once again grazed over his chest and belly, Touya’s free hand rubbing the outside of his thigh.

”You’re doing so well, Keigo, we’re almost there,” he continued to praise, watching the candle melt and the hot liquid drip down. Just a few seconds later, two droplets landed right smack down on Keigo’s stomach.

The yelp he made had Touya’s cock straining against his jeans. He licked his lips and let a few more drops follow. The bold color of the wax looked stunning against Keigo’s pale complexion. When he realized he’d be servicing Keigo he knew he’d have to spoil him in every way he could conceive of- every way Keigo could take. Touya had been one of countless fans of Hawks’. He, like hundreds of other men, had fantasized having the pro all to himself.

Touya was just lucky enough to get to make his fantasy come true.

”It burns,” Keigo whimpered. Touya rubbed his thigh again.

”It’s supposed to. Does it feel good?”

Once again, Keigo went silent for a few seconds. Touya didn’t mind. He could see the enjoyment in the way Keigo writhed against his restraints- in the way his boxers were looking more and more uncomfortably tight.

“Yes… yes, it feels good.” He admitted. Keigo never imagined pain could feel good. The rush of adrenaline as each drop of hot wax splashed against his body, never knowing where Touya would attack next, his soft voice comforting him as he tortured him…

Keigo never imagined pain and pleasure would mix so well.

”Good. Now tip your head back for me.”

Keigo did as he was told. He tilted his head back against the pillows as far as he could, nearly arching himself off the mattress. Faintly, he could hear a chuckle escape Touya. His free hand rubbed up Keigo’s chest and mere moments later, hot wax was burning his throat. Strained whines escaped him as Touya rubbed his chest.

“You’re so good at this,” he whispered, “you’re doing such a good job.”

Keigo squirmed around. His hips bucked into the air as more pitiful sounds left his mouth. Touya’s gaze fell below his waist, watching his body plead shamelessly. Once again, his cock twitched against his zipper. Touya's hand ran back down Keigo's body, pushing his legs open. He dripped the wax onto the insides of his thighs. Keigo's hips bucked, a low whine escaping his lips.

”Touya,” his voice was still so pathetic, “I want more… please.”

He swallowed hard, unsure of exactly how much teasing he could sustain. Already he felt ready to explode; and what then? He didn’t want this to end too quickly.

”What more?”

Touya could tell. He knew the filthy things that were spinning in Keigo’s mind- but he had to hear him say it.

”Touch me.”

”Where?”

”My.. my cock. Please, Touya, I can’t wait any longer.”

Touya blew the candle out and set it down right on the nightstand. Keigo begged so sweetly, there wasn’t any way he could refuse. Fingertips hooking into his boxers, Touya swiftly yanked them from his body. Keigo pulled his knees up, though Touya quickly wrapped a hand around one ankle, yanking his leg back down while the other stayed put by his chest.

”I thought you wanted me to touch you.”

”I, I do.”

”Then don’t hide.”

Slowly, Touya rubbed up Keigo's bare thighs again. Keigo’s hips lifted off the bed, wordlessly begging Touya to do anything more. It was a devious sight. Touya couldn’t contain himself, finally wrapping his hand around Keigo’s length. He stroked at him slowly, the low groans emitting from his throat music to Touya’s ears. His pace steadily increased as the hero below him began bucking his hips upward, fucking himself shamelessly into Touya’s hand. Touya’s hand sped up. He pumped the hero faster and faster, listening to his whiny moans fall shamelessly from his lips.

”Oh fuck, Touya,” Keigo spat, hips shaking. He rocked his hips up a couple more times before his climax hit. His body burned, muscles spasming as he felt his cum hit his stomach and chest. Touya's hand slowed down, though continued to stroke gently, easing the last bits of his orgasm out of him. Keigo's heart raced. He panted heavily as he caught his breath. And yet there was still more to come- Keigo couldn't wait to see what else Touya would do. As he was finally catching his breath, Touya yanked the blindfold from his face. Keigo squinted, staring right back at Touya, his cheeks flushed.

"Don't tell me you're spent already," Touya teased, "we've barely begun."

Keigo shook his head, unable to find his voice. He tugged against the restraints, his wings flapping behind him. One feather detached from its spot and sharpened, slicing the scarves that held his wrists back. With his newfound freedom, Keigo dove for Touya. He threw both arms around Touya's neck. His fingers tangled into Touya's fiery red hair, pulling roughly as he toppled him over, finishing the attack with his lips pressed to the others. The entire ordeal took Touya completely off guard.

Never did Touya have a client break free and kiss him. Touya smiled into the sudden affection, kissing back with little more than a breath's pause. Touya had been a long-time fan of Keigo's. He'd fantasized hundreds of times about sharing a bed with him, letting his hands wander over Hawks' slender body and his lips follow. Both arms slipped up Keigo’s back and he bit down on his full bottom lip, earning a drawn-out moan.

Keigo’s eyes rolled back in his head. Touya pushed him down, returning him to the bed in one swift motion. Both hands slid under Keigo’s legs, folding them up and lifting his hips off the bed.

”Tou- Touya, what are you— “ Keigo began, cutting himself off by crying out loudly. Touya’s tongue poked out of his mouth, rolling around the edges of his hole. Keigo’s legs wrapped around Touya’s neck, his back arching off the bed.

One hand clasped over his thigh while Touya continued teasing with his tongue. After a few moments he slid inside, keeping both eyes on Keigo. His tongue swirled around, curling against the other’s insides and finding that sweet bundle of nerves that made any man lose his sanity.

”Tou- Touya!” Keigo screamed. Touya smiled against him, the tip of his tongue rolling against the nerves inside of him. Keigo’s hips bucked and squirmed. He wiggled around. Touya grasped both thighs, tighter now, digging his fingers into his skin to keep him from getting away. The tip tongue continued rolling, inching Keigo closer and closer to release.

Touya groaned, feeling one of Keigo’s hands twist into his hair and pull. Chills ran up his spine. His heels beat down on the back of Touya's shoulders as he kicked and thrashed around, gasping and crying out as loudly as he could. His hips bucked against Touya's face a few more times before his second orgasm racked through his entire body. His eyes rolled back, he lost his breath as his body spasmed until his body relaxed, once again, into the mattress below him. His chest heaved with every breath he took, his glassy eyes following Touya as he crawled over him.

"Touya?" Keigo whispered, "what are you doing?"

Touya smiled at Keigo. He pushed the bangs off of Keigo's sweaty forehead, trying to gauge whether or not he could handle more. Perhaps it was selfish, but Touya never dreamed he'd get to spend a night with the one and only Hawks. It was tempting not to push him when he screamed so sweetly and looked so stunningly beautiful as he came.

"Can I borrow a feather?" He asked, running his hand down the side of his face. Keigo's eyes widened. Touya saw the panic in his face. He rubbed Keigo's cheek, hoping to maintain the safety he'd tried to create for him.

"What for?" Keigo asked. Touya kept rubbing his cheek. Despite his nerves, Keigo leaned against Touya's soft touches.

"To play with. If you rather I not, I've got some in my bag I could use instead."

The thought of letting someone else use his feathers usually made his skin crawl. Yet tonight, Keigo found himself saying yes. He silently detached a feather from his wing and floated it over to Touya, watching closely as he took it in his hand. His warm fingers curling around it made Keigo jump, which in turn earned a soft chuckle from Touya.

"Feeling a little jumpy? I have no intention of hurting it," he assured quite calmly. Rolling the plush little red thing between his fingertips, Touya marveled at the softness beneath the pads of his fingers. Keigo's feathers were, as everyone knew, a deadly weapon. Each one sharp enough to slice just about anything. Seeing them to soft was something not many got to see, let alone feel.

Keigo whimpered as Touya fondled and twirled his feather around. His little yips and whines were music to his ears. He lowered the feather to Keigo’s chest, circling over one of his nipples a few times and then gliding to the other side. He watched Keigo closely, watching the way he gasped out and squirmed around.

Touya had seen plenty of men and women come undone due to his gentle, incessant stimulation. But Keigo’s soft whimpers blew everyone else away. His voice was simply angelic, sending chills up and down Touya's spine. He dragged the feather across Keigo's chest again, his eyes following the imaginary trail left behind. Keigo's breath hitched, his eyes glued to the feather running along his skin. It was utterly surreal, letting someone else use his feathers against him.

"Touya," Keigo gasped, his eyes jumping up to meet the older boy's gaze, "Touya please."

"Please? Please what, Keigo?"

Keigo's heart pounded as he spoke, his voice trembling as each word left his lips.

"Fuck- fuck me, Touya, please."

His soft, pleading voice was irresistible. Touya set the feather down on the bed and got up off Keigo, moving down to his legs. With a little guidance, Keigo's legs spread open, leaving him fully exposed to Touya's wandering eyes. His face burned hot as Touya's eyes burned into the most private, intimate areas of his body. Touya got off the bed, returning to his little bag of goodies. Keigo pulled his knees up to his chest and peeked around them to see what Touya was doing. He came back with three toys and an unopened bottle in his hands, climbing back on the bed.

"Lie back," Touya instructed, "and keep your legs open for me, alright?"

Keigo obeyed, shakily opening his legs. He covered his eyes with both hands. Touya's gaze was so intense, leaving Keigo feeling utterly exposed and displayed for him. But perhaps the most embarrassing was how much he enjoyed Touya's eyes on him.

"What are you going to do?" He asked. Touya licked his lips, setting two of the toys down. He was left with a vibrator, turning it on low and letting the soft hum fill the room and answer Keigo's question. He brought the toy to the side of Keigo's cock, watching him yelp and wiggle around as the toy buzzed against him. Touya's free hand clamped around Keigo's hip, forcing him to stay still. Keigo's body writhing from what he did stroked his ego. He adored making his clients feel good and seeing them crumble from bliss was wonderful.

"Tou… Touya," Keigo panted.

"Stay still, don't make me tie you up again." Touya gently warned. Keigo quieted down, trying his best to stop squirming around. Touya tsk'd as he found Keigo unable to truly stop wiggling around, taking the vibrator away from his cock, turning it off, and setting it down. He grabbed two scarves and gestured for him to put his arms up. Once again, Keigo obeyed, allowing his arms to be tied once again to the headboard. With the third scarf, Touya tied the vibrator against his thigh, letting it buzz on against his tip. A low, whiny moan escaped through his throat as Touya turned up the toy to the second level. Touya smiled at his handiwork before wiggling his way down between his legs once more.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth, the tip flicking and swirling around Keigo's entrance before dipping inside him. Keigo's legs kicked involuntarily, compelling Touya to clasp his hands around each thigh and hold him steady. Keigo's moans were the filthiest thing Touya had heard and it only proved to egg him on further. Touya's tongue pushed in deeper, rolling around as drool gathered in his mouth. His jeans rubbing against his cock was terribly painful, but he wasn't finished toying with Keigo yet. He wanted to coax several orgasms out before he pushed into him. Touya pulled his mouth away as Keigo's back arched up off the bed. His hips dropped back down with a soft thump, his eyes once again fixating on what Touya did. Touya pulled out the bottle of lube and picked up a second toy- a string of smooth, black beads that increased in size from one end to the other- popping the bottle cap open and drizzling it over top of the toy.

Touya lubed up the first 3 beads and then squirted his first two fingers, letting plenty glob out onto his hand. Touya's hand slipped between Keigo's leg, rubbing circles against his hole before pushing a finger inside. Keigo groaned out, his head rolling back against the pile of pillows. Touya's finger pumped in and out slowly as he prepped him for the toy. Gradually, Touya felt Keigo's insides relax and accept his finger, so he added the second and pushed them both deeper still.

"You're doing so good," Touya whispered, "you're taking my fingers so well, see how deep I can go?”

Keigo panted in response, the mix of vibration and Touya's fingers driving him wild. His fingers curled inside of him, spreading apart and gently forcing him open. The slight waves of pain as he was stretched out was overwhelmed by the constant simultaneous pleasure he felt. After a few more moments, Touya carefully pulled his fingers away and picked up the string of beads. He pushed the first, smallest bead in with ease and stopped, meeting Keigo's eyes.

"Is that alright?" He asked, waiting for Keigo's permission to continue. Keigo nodded, adjusting his legs to try and widen them apart. Touya carefully pushed the second in, Keigo’s breathless gasp and bug-eyed expression utterly ravishing. He slid the third, slightly larger bead in slowly, listening to Keigo’s sweet moaning as his body graciously accepted the intrusion. The sultry sound had Touya’s cock twitching against his jeans, leaking precum and thus easily staining the front of his boxers.

Keigo’s hips wiggled as he adjusted to the beads, the vibrator continually buzzing against his cock and coaxing him closer and closer to release. But it wasn’t enough, the vibrations too mild to push him over the edge. Touya had done it that way intentionally. He knew precisely how he wanted Keigo’s next orgasm to happen and he was methodical in pushing him further and further to the breaking point, letting him hang onto the cliff’s edge before falling off completely. As he lubed up the fourth bead to slide in, he turned the vibrator up another level, leaving it just one below it's maximum setting. Keigo's hips bucked, fucking into the air with his faltering control. Touya stroked the side of his thigh as he cried out, fists tightly clenched to leave fingernail indents in his palms as Touya slid the fourth bead in.

"Fuck! Fuck, Touya!" Keigo cried, his legs starting to shake. Touya's tongue swiped across the top of his lip. Keigo wouldn't be lasting too much longer. This was his favorite part, the moment right before a client lost their mind to a euphoria they'd never experienced before. Before Keigo could crumble too early, Touya squirted a generous amount of lube onto the fifth bead and as he pushed it in, turned the vibrator to it's highest setting.

Keigo's scream echoed throughout the entire penthouse, his orgasm ripping through with a fiery intensity unlike anything he'd felt. Every muscle constricted, his body burned and his head was swimming as his vision went black for several full seconds. Hot cum spilled out, staining everything from his stomach and chest to the sheets around him. Once he finally came off his high, he could hardly catch his breath. Touya carefully turned the vibration down and untied it, offering the beginnings of some relief before crawling up to his face, tipping his chin up and meeting watery eyes.

"You're doing so well today," he praised gently, "you're taking everything fucking perfectly."

Keigo's heart throbbed in his chest at the compliment, his wings fluffing at Touya's words.

"Do you want to keep on going?" Touya asked. Sometimes, foreplay was enough. Sometimes his clients were worn out just after he toyed with them that they didn't have the energy to spare to feel his cock slip inside them. Keigo took a moment before he answered, nodding gingerly. He didn't care how hard he came, he wanted everything Touya had to give. However many toys, games, or rounds Touya offered him, Keigo would eagerly agree to it. It felt too good not to agree.

Touya untied Keigo's arms and turned him over onto his hands and knees. His hands roamed Keigo's skin, rubbing his stomach before moving around his hips and up his back. He was still trembling, so Touya made sure he kept a hand on him to prevent him from falling before he regained his balance. Once he ensured Keigo was stable, he grabbed the ends of the beads and gave a little tug, earning a whimper from Keigo. He explained he'd be gentle taking it out, that if Keigp just stayed as relaxed as he did when they went in then it would slide out with ease. Keigo did as Touya said, trying to keep his body relaxed as each bead slipped out of him one by one. Touya took his time, pausing after each one to allow Keigo a moment to adjust. It wasn't something to rush. Keigo was new to all this as well. Touya couldn't take too much time in caring for his oversensitive body.

Onve all the beads were out, Touya picked up the dildo and rubbed it against Keigo's ass, letting him feel what was to come next. Keigo whimpered before Touya took it away, squirting globs of lubricant all over the toy and rubbing it down. He pressed the tip of it against Keigo's hole and slowly pushed it in. Muffled moans escaped as his ass was stretched again, the toy thicker than Touya's fingers or beads. Slowly, Touya pushed the toy in deeper and deeper until Keigo had accommodated it down to the base. Touya moved back up to Keigo's head, brushing his sweaty hair off his face. The dazed, glossy look in his eye and fiery red shade of his cheeks were gorgeous. Touya kept stroking the side of his face, looking right into those sparking eyes as Keigo's hips wiggled around from the toy.

"You look so pretty," he cooed, his hand resting lightly on Keigo's cheek, "you're such a beautiful boy, you know?"

Keigo's lips spread into a lazy, tired smile. His wings flapped once. He wasn't called beautiful by most people. No, most people saw him as hot or sexy. It was a nice compliment, usually. But this was better. Touya was talking to his face. He'd had unfiltered access to every inch of his body- something no one else had ever been given- and yet he never treated him as anything less than. He spoiled his body, showing him pleasure he'd never dreamed of and then looked him in the eye and told him he wasn't just some sex icon or that he could really taking a pounding or any other number of filthy comments one might utter to their partner. Instead, he showered him in encouraging words, gentle touches and compliments he'd never let himself want before. Perhaps it was just the situation, but Keigo found himself smitten with Touya.

"Touya," he called out, his voice quiet, "I want you- you now, okay?"

"Okay."

"But not too rough, okay?"

Touya nodded.

"Okay. I'll be back in a second," he said, climbing off the bed. Keigo's eyes followed him, watching him dig around in his bag again. This time he pulled out a box of condoms, ripping one out and walking back. Keigo turned over carefully, sitting on his knees. Touya raised a brow as Keigo reached his hand out.

"I want to put it on you," he explained. Touya handed it to him, stripping out of his clothes as Keigo ripped the seal and pulled it out. His cock sprang free and he sighed from the relief, climbing up onto the bed. He sat in front of Keigo, watching him unwrap the condom and start unrolling it. Keigo faced him, one hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he worked the condom on, rolling it down his length. As he did, Touya leaned forward and eased the dildo out from Keigo, setting it aside.

Keigo’s hand pumped Touya’s cock a few times before he was pushed backwards. His legs fell open as Touya climbed up his body, one hand wrapping around the underside of his thigh as he eased into him with a low groan. Keigo's back arched up off the bed, a breathless gasp escaping him. Touya stretched him out easily- he was thankful Touya had prepared him so thoroughly. The dull pain was quickly overtaken by pleasure. Touya pushed Keigo's bangs off of his sweaty forehead, his hand lingering on the side of his face. Keigo leaned into his palm, letting his head roll back. Each stroke left his body burning, sweat prickling all over himself. Touya's low moaning had the butterflies in Keigo's stomach going absolutely insane. His hips bucked up, arms wrapping around Touya's neck. He scratched down Touya's back, leaving pretty white lines tattooed all over his pale skin.

”Shit, Keigo,” Touya grunted in his ear, easing in and out with long, deep strokes, “you’re doing fucking amazing.”

His hips sped up a bit, his eyes darting up and down Keigo’s body as he moved in a steady, even rhythm. Neither one of them could find enough of their voices to speak clearly, instead filling the apartment with a symphony of moaning and panting. Touya grabbed Keigo’s hips and lifted them, easing his cock in deeper with every thrust. Keigo cried out, fisting his bedsheets so tightly he left crescent-shaped indentations in his palms. Heat bubbled in the deepest pits of his stomach, boiling faster and faster beyond his control. Touya's mouth latched to the side of his neck, his teeth scratching across his skin several times over before his tongue replaced them. Letting go with one hand, Keigo wrapped an arm around Touya's back and held him close.

"Oh god, oh my god, Touya," he rasped out.

"Fuck, fuck," Touya muttered in response.

In a flash, Keigo's vision was shot. Waves of pleasure crashed over him, leaving his body rattled with tremors. Touya's low, rough voice and hot breath against his ear had a chill racing throughout all his nerves and for several ethereal moments, Keigo was lost to pleasure he'd never known existed. As he came down from heaven, his vision began to return and his body cooled off. Touya pressed a hand to the side of Keigo's cheek, a soft smile on his handsome face. Keigo smiled back, leaning into his palm. The two stayed silent for several long seconds, catching their breaths.

"Wow," Keigo sighed,  "just, wow," Keigo said as Touya carefully pulled himself out. He slid the condom off and tied it securely, then helped Keigo sit up from the bed.

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Touya replied. Keigo kept smiling, his cheeks aching from it. Touya got up and began packing his things up, though Keigo kept his eyes on him. He stood up and walked over to him, watching him pack his bag. As it turned out, Touya had been just what Keigo needed. Every muscle in his body was hot liquid in his body. His legs were still jelly.

"So, uh, do I go on your website to schedule another appointment?" He asked, his cheeks warming. Touya turned to him, one hand cupping his face again. He leaned forward and touched his forehead to the hero's, a playful smile on his face.

"How about same time next week?" He offered. Keigo nodded excitedly, only stopping when Touya pressed his lips against his own. Just as the action registered, he was pulling away and walking out of the bedroom. Keigo stayed put, dumbfounded. Touya's footsteps were quickly fading, urging Keigo to follow and watch him out. 

"I'll see you soon," Touya said with a wink, stepping out of the apartment. Keigo locked the door, turning around and leaned against it.

"See you soon."

[mhamusings]

HOPEFULLY IT WILL BE DONE IN 2 DAYS.

This DabiHawks smut I’m working on. Probably some of my best smut to date

[mhamusings]

In The Dormitory

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinsou x Denki Kaminari

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3,139

Content (TWs): Top!Shinsou, Bottom!Kaminari. Begging, teasing, praise kink... pretty cute and fluffy smut I'd say, minor daddy kink

Teasing Denki had very quickly become one of Hitoshi's favorite pass times. Getting under the blonde boy's skin, seeing the wheels turn in his head as he picks up on every innuendo Hitoshi dropped. He couldn't help from smiling, even a little, when he made him blush. The redder Denki's cheeks got the wider Hitoshi's Cheshire-cat smile became.

Though he loved nothing more than when he was able to lock him up in his dorm room right before curfew came. Such was a night tonight, as he clicked the lock on his doorknob over and turned around to face his adorable little sparky boy. Just as Hitoshi had expected, Denki sat on the edge of his bed with his arms folded around his mid-section, his golden eyes following as Hitoshi roamed the room and his soft face still rosy-pink. Hitoshi stopped his pacing just across the room from where Denki sat, a good 3 strides keeping them apart from one another.

"This isn't the first time you've been in here like this,"

Hitoshi began, running his fingers through the top of his wildly-unkempt indigo hair, "so what's with that look?”

He knew exactly what was with that look. He'd been trying to pull that expression out of the blonde since early that morning. Denki's aversion to his eyes, him subconsciously licking his lips, the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he focused on his breathing. His eyes shifting around quickly, unsure of exactly where to look. His adorable bout of uncharacteristic shyness.

Hitoshi knew exactly what it all meant. Of course, that didn't mean he was above making Denki say it out loud himself. He did love to tease the poor boy after all.

"You know exactly why I look like this." He argued back.

"I want to hear you say it."

Denki fell quiet for a moment, then his lips barely moved to form the words Hitoshi wanted to hear.

'I'm sorry," Hitoshi stepped across the room, seamlessly leaving the wall and softly pushing Denki onto his back, bracing his hands on either side of his head, " don't think I caught that last part."

"I, I said it was because you turn me on!"

"That's my good boy." Hitoshi whispered, hot breath running down his neck. He was reveling for the hundredth time in Denki's submissive side, completely smitten by him. Knowing no one else saw this side of him- that the only thing anyone else knew him as was a flirty, air-headed, happy-go-lucky kid -made him love it that much more. This was his dirty little secret. He was dirty little secret.

Hitoshi pressed a firm kiss just beneath Denki's ear. He followed with a barrage of gentle kisses. He shifted his weight over his body, leaning onto his forearm still beside Denki's face. With his free hand, he gently trailed down his chest and rested his fingertips against Denki's stomach. He felt his sharp inhale- then slow exhale, watching him quiver under his hand. Kissing down to the nape of his neck. His kisses stopped as he suddenly and roughly, bit down on his smooth skin.

Denki yelped, his body involuntarily twisting before relaxing against the pile of blankets beneath his body.

"Not so rough.." Denki whined, his words trailing off.

Hitoshi dragged his tongue firmly along the fresh bite, listening to the pleased sigh come from Denki's mouth.

Once more he decided to bite down against Denki's bare skin, this time feeling tiny droplets of blood touch his lip. Denki yelled louder, a brief shout of pain.

Hitoshi's focused shifted to his face, slightly twisted in pain. He didn't move, didn't remove his lips from his neck. He shifted his weight again, sliding his hand off Denki's stomach to support himself, his arm that formerly braced his body now brushing down along side his cheek.

He pulled his mouth off Denki, a few droplets of blood along with his teeth indentations left behind.

"Are you okay?" His voice was quiet, gentle, he wanted to make it clear to Denki if he'd hurt him, he was sorry, and if he wanted to stop, they could. Denki took a shaky breath and nodded.

“I’m fine…”

Hitoshi looked at him, watching him stare at him.

Brainwashing may not allow him to read minds, but over the years he'd become exceptionally intuitive, being able to read people better than most. He could find their tic with relative ease and force them into speaking before they'd even realized they'd fallen for his trap. This wasn't the case with Denki.

He could read Denki better than anyone else. He almost could read Denki's mind.

Now, as he stared into Denki's adorable face, his eyes full of desire, he could easily read exactly what he was thinking.

Mark me, please.

With his tongue, Hitoshi gently licked the blood he'd drawn. His tongue dragged around Denki's throat, stopping here or there to bite and suck fresh bruises onto his skin. He kept quiet as he could, listening closely to each blissful sound out of Denki's mouth. His weak whimpers-turn soft, decisive moans sent chills down Hitoshi's spine. He rose up to admire his handiwork. Denki's neck was covered in fresh, dark bruises- a stark contrast to the boy's creamy skin, and the wetness from his tongue still visible all along his throat.

'I'm pretty damn good at that."

"Shut up." Denki turned his eyes away, though his lack of disagreement was a loud enough agreement for Hitoshi.

"'It looks sexy." Hitoshi informed him, pressing a firm kiss to his temple. His hand gliding down and stopping at his belt.

He swiftly unlatched his belt, unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down, all while maintaining eye contact with the boy beneath him. He slid his hand down, his the tips of his fingers brushing along his underwear, feeling just how hard he'd become.

"Really? After just a little kissing?" He taunted.

"You're just a really good kisser, so.. so that's why!"

Denki tried defending himself from Hitoshi's observations.

"Is that so?" As Hitoshi's hand curled around Denki's cock, he lowered his face to catch him in a kiss. His tongue gliding along Denki's lower lip. He kept an even pace as his lips massaged Denki's, his hand running up and down his dick.

Denki's arms wrapped around Hitoshi's neck, he kissed back hungrily. He sucked on Hitoshi's lips, his hips rolled against Hitoshi's hand, his body desperate for his touch. Hitoshi broke away from kissing him to watch his hips move.

"You look so cute when you do that."

"Just shut up and give me what I want already!" Hitoshi raised an eyebrow at his sudden, yet unsurprising outburst of desperation. Maybe he shouldn't have been so caught off guard that Denki wasn't playing around-he did endure an entire school day's worth of Hitoshi's special flirting.

"What do vou want?" Hitoshi asked of the mess of a boy- writhing under his touch. He refused to lose his control of the situation, no matter how much Denki's desire- or his own- was driving him wild.

"I... I want to cum! Please, please Hitoshi, make me cum!"

Hitoshi's hand slid under his boxers, once again wrapping his hand around Denki's hard-on. He listened as the skin-to-skin contact made Denki moan, his head rolling back against the blankets. Hitoshi ran his hand along, gliding up and down his lover's dick and watching as Denki unravelled before him. His breath quickened, his arms crossed over his face as he was practically panting as he was touched. Briefly moving his hand away, Hitoshi bore no attention to Denki's complaints and protests. He reached to either side of the blonde's hips and slowly stripped him of his jeans and his boxers, wordlessly shutting him up at the same time. He felt Denki's gaze on him again as he began once more just as he had earlier, letting his hand roam the length of his cock. After a few strokes he flicked his tongue over top of him, briefly, just enough to get a rise out of Denki and to taste his flavor.

If there was any chance he didn't have Denki's complete attention, he sure as hell did now. He once again drew his tongue around the tip of his cock, slower this time, eyeing him from below. His tongue continued tracing along, his eyes holding a dark, lustful gaze for Denki.

He wanted to cum too, badly. He wanted to be touched. He hadn't given Denki the chance to yet- he wasn't positive he was going to, either.

Hitoshi didn't just want a hand job. He didn't even want to feel Denki's tongue and warm mouth on his cock.

What Hitoshi Shinsou really wanted, was to fuck the cute blonde boy senseless. Make him scream his name with his dick deep inside of him, see the look on his face as he finally came inside his body.

And he had every intention of doing just that. But before he would, he wanted to make Denki himself cum. He stopped licking just long enough to take Denki into his mouth, sucking gently, gradually pulling more and more of him in, filling his mouth with his cock. He sucked carefully, licking frequently in different areas.

"Fu..Fuck, Hitoshi, I'm g-gonna, I'm gonna cum...

Denki, breathlessly panting, barely made out. His hips had begun to move in rhythm with Hitoshi, thrusting deeper down into his throat. Hitoshi felt his cock pulsate moments after his hips reached their highest point, driving into the back of his mouth. He made sure to grab him by the waist, snaking his arm behind his back, holding him in place as he came, filling his mouth. He dug his fingertips into his skin, leaving bruises on his shaking body. Hitoshi kept still, focusing on swallowing bit by bit, refusing to open his mouth and let any of Denki's sweet-tasting cum spill out like he were drooling. Denki's innocent, soft breaths and begging had taken a sharp turn as he moaned, loudly cursing his way through orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Hitoshi!" He whined his lover's name, his body trembling in his arms.

A bit did trail down the corner of Hitoshi's lips as he swallowed the very last of it, letting Denki's hips go and slowly pulling his mouth off him. Denki seemed to be coming down from a euphoric high. Hitoshi once again crawled over top of him, unable to keep a smile from his face as he kissed his lips gently, ghosting over his mouth, slipping his hands up his shirt, gently tracing over his stomach. Denki kissed him back, still busy trying to catch his breath. Effortlessly, Hitoshi slid Denki's shirt off his body, only allowing a moment to pass where his lips were not attached to the other boy's. He pulled away only when he found himself desperate for air.

He looked into Denki's flushed, sweaty face, and drew his fingers to his lips. He slowly licked his first two fingers, holding Denki's gaze.

Denki's blush deepened. Hitoshi could see the anticipation on his face. He slid his fingers deeper into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and wetting them.

As he dragged them out of his mouth, letting them linger at the tip of lips, he leaned over and breathed down his ear. His fingers glided down his bare chest, tickling down his thigh.

"Relax for me, alright cutie?"

Denki swallowed hard and nodded, taking a deep breath and forcing his body, rigid with excitement, to calm down and settle at Hitoshi's request.

"I... I'm ready, Hitoshi-kun. I want it.. please, give it to me."

Hitoshi slunk his arm beneath Denki's knee, scooping his leg up a few inches off the bed. He traced his fingers up the back of his thigh, barely brushing around his hole. Denki's breath caught, followed by a few short, high-pitched whines. He drew his fingers back, slowly pushing against the whiny mess of a boy trapped within his arms. High-pitched whines shifted into softer, lower moans. His back arched.

"P-please, Hitoshi-kun, don't make me beg." He begged, looking at the slightly younger- yet dominating, intimidating, powerful boy he'd somehow become a smitten wreck for.

"You're so cute when you beg though. I like it." As he explained, he obliged in Denki's desires and pushed one of his fingers into his hole. Hitoshi watched his eyes roll back in his head, listened as he groaned. He pushed deeper, sliding in to his knuckle. Denki breathed quickly, forcing himself to take breath as deeply as he could.

"This what you wanted?" He stared up Denki's creamy skin, the fresh bite and suction marks still a strong contrast from his natural skin tone. Without asking him, without telling him, he pushed his second finger inside along with the first. Denki let out a low moan, his body taking a few moments to adjust to Hitoshi's invading hands. Just seconds before he could finish adjusting to Hitoshi's fingers inside of him, Hitoshi's mouth connected with his torso. He trailed wet kisses along the parts of his mostly-untouched body, looking up into his face as he dragged his tongue from the blonde's belly up to the base of his bruised throat. He watched, pleased, as Denki shuddered in pleasure.

He gradually began moving his fingers, slowly curling them upwards and pulling back. He watched Denki's face, twisting and scrunching with what he hoped was pleasure- until finally he couldn't wait any longer.

He had to have him. He had to have him now.

He continued rhythmically curling his fingers against

Denki's sensitive body. Watching as he wiggled, twisted and squirmed from his touch made Hitoshi's mouth water. He sighed against his neck, leaving breathy kisses up his collar, throat, and finally stopping at his ear.

"Tell me, one last time, what do you want?"

Denki was still panting with each motion of Hitoshi's fingers, his back still arched and his eyes unfocused on anything. He looked over to Hitoshi- his eyes pleading.

"Fu.. fuck me, please Hitoshi-kun, I... I want you to fuck me." He breathlessly begged, getting the words out between each gasp to catch his breath.

Hitoshi pulled off Denki. He was gentle as he grabbed his arm and rolled him onto his stomach. Denki sighed happily, stretching his arms out in front of him.

Still fully clothed, Hitoshi first stripped himself of his shirt and then wiggled out of his pants, never tearing his eyes off Denki. He'd long since memorized what he looked like in countless indecent positions with countless indecent looks on his face, but he never grew tired of seeing it in person.

He ran his hand affectionately along the blonde boy's thigh.

"Get up."

Listening to his order, Denki rose from his stomach and got on his hands and knees. Despite not being able to actually see his face, Hitoshi could envision the anticipation on his sweet face.

He got on his knees too, running his hand lightly down his back.

"Ready?"

"Y-yes.. please, I don't want to wait."

"Please, what?"

Denki was quiet.

"Please, what?" He pressed his fingertips into his skin, hard enough to be unpleasant but not hard enough to bruise.

"P-please Daddy, I don't want to wait. Give it to me.."

He was whiny. So whiny. Hitoshi absolutely adored it, he'd exploit his neediness for his own pleasure whenever he wanted to. And Denki would let him.

It was really, to Hitoshi, an ideal situation.

He slid his cock out of his boxers, sighing pleasurably at the cool air. He pressed himself against Denki's hole and slowly pushed inside of him. As soon as he entered Denki's body, he couldn't keep from moaning. His body was so warm, so tight- his cock fit snug inside.

He enjoyed the sensation for a few brief, blissful seconds before he began moving, slowly, rocking his hips and thrusting in and out of him. Denki moaned at the movement, his head hanging down, his eyes twisted shut. He focused only on the pleasure Hitoshi gave him- each stroke of his cock giving him exactly what he craved.

Hitoshi felt good. He felt better than good. He felt incredible. The whole day he had spent teasing Denki-yet he's also been teasing himself. His mind had been plagued with thoughts of wrecking his body, of leaving him a sweaty, exhausted, happy mess on his bed since that morning.

And not once had Hitoshi given in to his own desires, his own pleasure, until now. Until he was completely inside Denki's sweaty body.

It was worth the wait.

"Fuck." Denki whined, his body rocking with each of Hitoshi's steady thrusts, " y-you're so.."

Hitoshi kept rocking his hips. With one hand, he reached across his body and raked his hand into blond, smooth hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling back hard and suddenly.

Denki yelped.

"I'm so what?" He asked, looking at Denki's face. His neck craned back, his eyes were unfocused and rolled over to look at him. His face was dripping with sweat, drool running down the side of his mouth.

"B-big.." he finished his sentence, trying unsuccessfully to keep from moaning out on an exceptionally hard thrust.

Hitoshi began to speed up. He left go of Denki's hair, instead using his shoulders to brace himself. He sped up more.

"Fuck, Denki.." He growled, digging his fingers into his back. He watched closely, his stomach jumping as Denki began twisting his hips. He moaned once more.

He listened to Denki's adorable whimpers as he tried to keep his pace up, shakily pushing as deeply as he could with each thrust.

"I'm.. gonna cum.." he groaned. Denki nodded, unable to speak. Hitoshi noticed the wet spot of drool that had spilled from his mouth and soaked a little spot on his bedsheets.

He rocked into him one last time, swearing in a low, growling tone, as he felt his body erupt with his orgasm.

"Denki.." he moaned out loud, pulling down roughly on his shoulders as he filled him with his cum. His orgasm rocked through his entire body for a long few seconds, leaving his body exhausted by the end. His body gave out and he collapsed into the small space between Denki and the wall, his arms around Denki's slender

frame.

"Wow." he looked up at his boyfriend.

Hitoshi kissed Denki's sweaty forehead, a few pieces of hair from his face.

"That was amazing, Hitoshi-kun."

"Yeah.. it really was." He pulled his body closer, not caring that they were both hot, sweaty, in desperate need of a shower. He just wanted to finally go to sleep after a long day of hero training, and sleep with Denki snuggled up in his arms.

"Get some rest, Denki."

Then, he shut his eyes.

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This DabiHawks smut I’m working on. Probably some of my best smut to date

[mhamusings]

Self reblog while I work on some other stuff

Drunken Night

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Katsuki Bakugou

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 5462

Content: Top!Shouto/Bottom!Katsuki, Mild Sadism, Mild Masochism, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Spanking, Both Boys Are Drunk Off Their Asses

Note: Shouto & Katsuki are both 21+ in all stories. Katsuki begs Shouto to stop a lot, but still enjoys what's happening to him. This is NOT a cnc/non-con situation, he's just overstimulated.

There’s nothing better than kicking back and relaxing after a long day of heroics at a local bar. Good music, cheap drinks, and lots of fun.

Unless you drink too much. You pass the fun and slip straight into blacked-out, won’t-remember-the-night, and doomed to a hellish hangover.

Which is exactly what happened between Shouto and Katsuki.

After some persuasion from their friends, Katsuki and Shouto were piled into a taxi and the driver given Shouto’s address. His place was closer.

Once the door was shut with both boys safely inside, the cab driver peeled out of his parking spot and drove them to Shouto’s address.

As they drove, Shouto’s head fell against Katsuki’s shoulder. He smiled stupidly, a crooked grin on his lips.

“You’re my best friend.” He slurred.

“No I’m not!” Katsuki argued. No matter how old they got.. some things would truly never change.

Shouto sat up from where he leaned on Katsuki and turned in his seat. He looked at his dear friend a long while. His eyes were bloodshot, his face rosy. The other boy reeked of alcohol but it wasn’t any bother to Shouto. Without thinking twice, or even once, Shouto reached over and grabbed his face with both hands. He pulled his face over and crashed his lips against the other’s giving him a sloppy, uneven kiss.

The sudden act surprised Katsuki, though he wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around Shouto’s neck, returning the messy kiss. In an instant, Katsuki felt Shouto’s tongue against his bottom lip. A moment later and he pushed his tongue into his mouth, coating the blonde’s in his own liquor-infused saliva.

To Katsuki’s inhibited mind, it was a divine sensation. They tumbled over, Katsuki’s back pressed against the bench seat of the cab. Shouto fell atop him, their bodies pressed firmly to one another. Neither boy minded their proximity. Once the kiss broke, Shouto moved to begin attacking his neck and collar with the same vigor he’d kissed his mouth. Katsuki’s back arched slightly, his body involuntarily pressing further up to Shouto’s.

“Da-damn it, icyhot…” Katsuki all but moaned, his voice breathless as Shouto’s tongue worked against his collar bone. Shouto paid no mind to his words, rather, he brought his teeth down against the curve of his neck. Katsuki grunted, Shouto’s bite hurting just enough. Once he let go, he once again ran his tongue over the minor bruise. Again, Katsuki let out a soft, drawn-out moan at the contact.

As the two continued to kiss, Shouto's hands begun roaming Katsuki's body. One hand trailed down his side, gripping the side of his hip tightly as the cabbie went zipping along over a speed bump. Both boys were bounced in the backseat as a result. Though there was nothing to complain about. They each felt the other's arousal without a shadow of a doubt, unintentionally grinding against the other boy as the car bounced them around.

"You," Shouto began, once again pulling his lips from the older boy's skin to look in those glassy, fierce eyes, "taste sweet."

Without uttering a word of response, Katsuki sat up with Shouto still straddling his hips. With one hand, he reached to the back of his neck and yanked him back to another kiss, this time shoving his tongue into the other's mouth instead. Hungrily, Katsuki's tongue began running over Shouto's. He bit his bottom lip harshly, successfully earning a whiny moan from him.

Then he pulled away.

"You're damn good too," he shot back.

Both their heads were still fuzzy and spinning from the liquor as the cab pulled outside Shouto's apartment building. Shouto stumbled out first, Katsuki right behind him. Shouto grabbed his hand and tugged him along, both boys tripping over air as they tumbled into the lobby and into an elevator. Shouto turned to the control panel to take them up to his floor, yet as he did Katsuki's arms wrapped around him. His hands made a blatant grab for his abdomen and he began kissing and biting at the back of his shoulders.

"Get back here," he muttered through clenched teeth, too impatient to allow Shouto to even press a button. Shouto turned back to him as the elevator took them up several floors, pushing him against the wall. Katsuki's hands felt so good around him, his fingers lightly tugging his hair as he kissed and nipped his lips was thrilling.

As they kissed in the elevator, Shouto grabbed one of Katsuki's legs and wrapped it around his waist. His hand stayed firmly clasped to the underside of his thigh and he pulled his body impossibly closer. Shamelessly, Katsuki ground his hips against Shouto. His rough fingers kept tugging the other’s hair until the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.

Shouto dropped his leg. He grabbed Katsuki’s hand and pulled him down the hall. They stumbled over every step to the door and Shouto fumbled with his keys. All the while, Katsuki kept kissing and biting the back of his neck. He tugged his collar to the side, kissing the exposed skin and licking along the back of his shoulder. Shouto shuddered. Finally, the door opened and both boys stumbled in the apartment. Shouto pulled Katsuki to the couch, falling onto his back. Katsuki stumbled over top of him and their lips met once more. Shouto's hands fumbled with Katsuki's shirt, tugging it up over his head. Once it came off, Shouto sat up and licked a stripe up his chest. His arm secured Katsuki in place around his back keeping him in place.

Katsuki shuddered. Shouto's tongue was so warm and so soft. A low, drawn-out moan escaped his lips. As it did, Shouto's tongue swirled around one of his nipples. Katsuki shuddered again, gasping when he felt Shouto's teeth sink down on his nipple. Katsuki’s head rolled back, his heart pounding.

Once Shouto finally pulled off Katsuki’s chest, he flipped them both over again. Katsuki’s back hit the cushions. He grabbed Shouto’s shirt and tugged it over his head, struggling a bit to get it off his arms. Desperation left him clumsy. Shouto helped him, tossing his shirt off to the side. Then he began tugging at Katsuki’s belt. He fumbled with the buckle, eventually sliding the belt off his hips. Next came the button and zipper.

As Shouto’s hands worked against his jeans, relieving the tension, Katsuki’s hips rocked upwards. He ached for his touch. It wasn’t soon enough that Shouto’s right hand slipped down the front of his pants. Maybe it was just the effects of his quirk… but his hand was so damn cold. Goosebumps rose up all over his body.

“Fu- Fuck! Use your other hand!”

“Why should I? Doesn’t seem to bother you that much.”

Shouto had a point. Despite Katsuki’s complaints, his hips rolled into Shouto’s hand eagerly. Shouto’s hand pumped him sloppily. Precum leaked onto his fingers steadily. Katsuki’s moans filling the apartment were music to Shouto’s ears. There was no reason to change what he was doing.

After a few more strokes, Shouto pulled his hand away. Precum still leaked down his fingers, leaving them shiny. His his thumb popped into his mouth to lick it off, his eyes still fixed on Katsuki’s. That is, until Katsuki covered his eyes, his arms flung over his face embarrassed.

Shouto tipped his head to the side. Even though he was hiding his eyes, Shouto couldn’t help but notice how plump his lips looked, still wet with his spit. He took his first two fingers and shoved them in his mouth. Katsuki’s arms dropped from his face and he stared up at Shouto in shock.

“It’s good, isn’t it? It’s sweet.”

Katsuki’s tongue rolled around Shouto’s fingers, tasting his own precum. Drool dribbled down his chin and down the younger boy’s hand as he sucked. After a few seconds, Shouto pulled his fingers away, tipping Katsuki’s chin up.

“I told you it was tasty.”

Katsuki’s breath grew heavier and heavier. He pulled away from Shouto and got down on the floor, pushing his thighs apart. One hand braced against his knee, the other rubbing at Shouto’s cock, still straining against his jeans.

“I wanna taste you instead.”

Katsuki yanked down Shouto’s zipper. He stuck his tongue out, licking the wet spot that had formed on his boxers. Shouto moaned, one hand slipping into his hair and pushing his face down between his legs. With his tongue still poking out, Katsuki took Shouto's cock into his mouth over his boxers. He licked up the fabric, his tongue rolling over the tip. The wet stain grew bigger as Katsuki's tongue continued to tease, Shouto's low moans mixed between his slurred words flooding Katsuki's ears.

"Shit, don't be such a tease," Shouto begged, his voice ragged with every heavy breath. Katsuki ignored him, instead taking his mouth away entirely and licking another playful stripe along his entire length. A coy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the tip of his tongue licking his lip.

“Why should I? Doesn’t seem to bother you that much.”

Shouto’s eyes narrowed. Katsuki’s stupid little face looked so damn smug he had turned the tables on him. Though that look quickly faded when Shouto yanked him up to his feet by his hair and pulled his head back, craning his neck backwards. His opposite hand yanked Katsuki’s pants down his legs and he helped get them off too, then he stood as well.

Letting his hand leave his hair, he trailed his knuckles lightly down Katsuki’s chest. His left thumb rubbed over Katsuki’s nipple, letting the pad of his thumb warm up drastically. Katsuki yelped.

“What’s wrong? I thought you said I was too cold.” Shouto remarked, grabbing his hand and spinning him around to face the couch. He stepped behind him and pushed him over, bending him over the front of the couch. It was a good look, Shouto decided Katsuki looked better with his face against the cushions anyway.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki spat back- earning a smack from Shouto on his ass.

Katsuki simply whined, clenching both hands into tight fists. As he did, Shouto gave another hard smack to his ass, letting his hand linger on him a few moments. The grunt that escaped Katsuki’s throat was music to his ears.

“Misbehaving…” Shouto hummed, slipping his cock out of his boxers, “bad boy.”

He smacked the outside of his thigh, wordlessly pushing his legs together. Confused, Katsuki turned his head back towards the younger boy. Shouto paid him no mind, instead shoving his cock between the blonde’s thighs.

Katsuki moaned.

“You liked that?”

“Shut up. Why would I- hah.. ahh… ohhh…”

Each whiny moan slipped out in perfect sync with how Shouto moved his hips. Katsuki kept his legs closed tightly, offering added friction by rubbing his thighs together over Shouto’s cock. Both boys still had precum dripping, the mixture leaving Katsuki’s thighs wet and sticky.

“Why… why aren’t you just… fucking me already?”

“You haven’t asked.”

Katsuki went quiet after that. Except for the low moans that still spilled from his mouth. It was too hard to think with the alcohol still clouding his thoughts and feeling Shouto’s dick fuck right between his thighs.

He rubbed them together again, whining.

“Just- just fuck me already… please…”

Shouto’s hand came down yet again, a loud smack reverberating throughout the apartment.

“I didn’t hear you.”

Katsuki let out a low, frustrated growl. Those too quickly slipped into whines however, as Shouto smacked his ass for a fourth time and he felt his cock twitch.

“Fuck, Katsuki,” Shouto moaned, his head rolling back, “I’m gonna c-cum…”

Katsuki whipped his head around, unable to believe what he was hearing. He shook his head a few times, nearly frantic in what he asked.

“N-no way! You can’t! Y-you still haven’t fucked me!”

Shouto completely ignored Katsuki’s protests; instead he let his head roll back and a loud moan escape as his orgasm hit. Shockwaves rocked throughout his body as he came between Katsuki’s legs, hot cum coating his inner thighs and dripping down his body.

Slowly, Shouto stepped away. Katsuki’s legs gave out and he fell onto the couch, turning around to glare at his drunken lover.

“You… you… that’s not fair,” he whined, eyes welling up with tears. His bottom lip quivered a bit. This was agony. He was desperate. Shouto was an idiot!

“Are you crying?” Shouto laughed. Katsuki shook his head and looked away, but the younger boy walked over again. One hand lazily knocked Katsuki’s knees apart, his eyes falling to the cum dripping down his scarred legs.

“You’re messy.”

“You came on my legs!”

“And sticky.”

“You came on my legs.”

Shouto still didn’t see the problem. He felt satisfied as hell as he bent over and licked along Katsuki’s mouth. It fell open, his tongue hanging out. Shouto accepted his open mouth as invitation and pushed his tongue inside, exploring all over his mouth. As he did, Shouto straddled Katsuki’s hips. His hands roamed up his body, taking his nipples under each thumb and rolling them around a bit.

Katsuki’s back arched, moans spilling into Shouto’s mouth. His body was feeling so painfully over sensitive, what did he have to do? It wasn’t fair that Shouto got to get off and he didn’t. He felt Shouto’s nimble fingers rolling his nipples, forcing more whiny gasps out of him.

“Shou-Shouto…” he breathed, breaking away from the kiss. His face turned red as the younger boy remained wordless, instead kissing down his chest. His mouth replaced one of his hands at his nipple and swirled around, his teeth biting down harshly. Katsuki’s fingers ran into Shouto’s soft, silky dual-toned locks and as he felt his teeth, he yelped and pulled his hair suddenly.

Katsuki’s reactions only egged Shouto on. He pulled his lips away, letting his tongue flip over the sensitive area once more before pushing the older boy to lay down flat. His fingertips rubbed along the side of his cock, feeling it twitch under his touch.

“Shit Katsuki,” Shouto whispered, “you look like you’re about to explode.”

His fingertips rubbed along his slit, his other hand moving behind his ass. His fingers dipped inside him, a low, drawn-out moan escaping his lips. Shouto felt his cock twitch again in his hand.

“H-hurry up and fuck me already,” Katsuki panted. His hips began to move, fucking himself into Shouto’s hand. The younger boy watched for a few seconds before he began moving his hand too. Katsuki smiled triumphantly- finally getting what he ached for. As Shouto continued moving his hand, the fingers he’d pushed inside the older boy curled and straightened, rubbing his insides.

“About time ya damn bastard,” he breathed. Shouto’s hand moved faster, roughly stroking at Katsuki’s cock more and more. Sinful cries of pleasure filled the room.

Then, he stopped altogether. His hands pulled away and he didn’t touch Katsuki at all.

“W-why did you stop?!” Katsuki demanded, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“You need to calm down.”

“I don’t want to calm down I want to cum!”

Katsuki was still fighting back tears. Shouto wanted to see them spill though. So he did the only reasonable thing! At the very least, it was reasonable to his drunk, incoherent brain.

He wrapped a hand around Katsuki’s cock again and began rubbing the precum all over, his thumb rubbing the tip in firm circles. His cock was twitching in his hand, Shouto could feel how much he ached for it. Katsuki whined, his hips lifting off the couch. Both hands clawed at Shouto’s wrist and arm, begging him wordlessly not to stop. His breathing turning into heavy pants, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Shouto didn’t stop. Katsuki’s cock trembling in his hand excited him. The tears that spilled down his face made him look irresistibly cute. Soft, breathless whines of ‘yes’, ‘please’, and ‘more’ flooded his ears. Katsuki’s hips rocked up against Shouto’s hand, his legs shaking.

Then, once again, the younger boy stopped his ministrations. Katsuki cried. Oversized, angry tears rolled down his cheeks. It wasn’t fair! Shouto was such a damn bastard!

“Fuck! Fuck me, Shouto! Hurry up! I can’t take this shit anymore!” He cried, knuckles turning white from the deathly tight grip he had on the couch cushion.

“You have to earn it,” Shouto replied, leaning forward to kiss Katsuki’s lips, “say I’m your best friend too.”

Shouto took both Katsuki’s wrists and pushed them above his head, then pressed another kiss to his mouth, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. He pressed his body against the other boy’s, rolling his hips to grind against him. After a few moments, he broke away.

“Say it,” he growled, letting go of one wrist to give a little smack to his cheek. Then his hand gripped his jaw tightly, forcing him to look into his eyes, “say I’m your best friend.”

A soft whimper escaped Katsuki’s lips. He just had to say it, then maybe Shouto would finally fuck him. Anticipation boiled deep in his belly.

“You… you’re my best friend,” he said softly, “you’re my best friend!”

Shouto flashed a toothy, smug grin. Finally! He finally said it!

“Good boy.”

He pushed Katsuki’s legs apart, wiggling between them. One hand moved to yank his boxers off, then hold the underside of his thigh, pushing his knee up to his chest. Katsuki’s face burned red.

He was so exposed. But that wasn’t even the embarrassing part. What left him feeling hot and humiliated was just how much he liked being exposed like this. How much he liked Shouto’s eyes on him, how much he liked the intensity of the situation. His heart was pounding hard enough to hurt his chest.

Then, finally, after all his torment, Shouto pressed his cock against Katsuki’s ass. He slowly pushed himself in, steadily adding one inch after the last. As he did, Katsuki moaned out. His head rolled to the side, his back arching up off the couch. Once Shouto was completely inside the other, he leaned forward, pressing their bodies against one another. One hand slipped underneath his head and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss.

Katsuki kissed him back for a few seconds, his arms locking around Shouto's neck before he turned his face away.

"Move... please, move..."

Shouto didn't speak, instead finally deciding to oblige with Katsuki's wishes. He slowly pulled himself almost completely out of him, only to slam back inside as hard as he could. The scream Katsuki let out was heavenly. Katsuki's insides hurt from the invasion. Shouto wasn't modestly built and Katsuki's inexperienced body hadn't been fully prepared. Nevertheless, Katsuki wouldn't have been able to wait regardless of whether or not he'd been properly prepared anyway.

"Whats'a matter? Does it hurt?" Shouto asked, tipping his head innocently to the side. Katsuki nods, and Shouto notices the few tears dotting the corner of his eyes.

"Then I'll stop, okay?"

"No! Don't stop, don't- don't stop!"

Happy to indulge his dear friend, Shouto repeated the action time and time again, each stroke of his cock getting faster than the last one.  He could feel Katsuki's insides clenching around him each time his cock re-entered him. A mix of moans and curses slipped from both boy's lips, filling the apartment. Katsuki wrapped both his legs around Shouto's waist, lifting his hips some. From this new angle, Shouto was able to hit into Katsuki at a new, deeper angle. The sudden change had the blonde scratching down Shouto's back, throwing his head to the side, his eyes squeezed shut. Shouto leaned forward and kissed his cheek, still sticky from all the tears he'd shed earlier.

"You're being so good now," he whispered. Katsuki's ears took on a darker red hue as Shouto kept on speaking.

"Your ass feels really good, ah, I want to cum again. I wanna cum inside this time."

Katsuki nodded his consent to Shouto, turning his face back forwards and pulling him into a kiss himself this time. He bit his bottom lip, tugging it for a moment before he pulled back.

"Let me cum this damn time," he breathed, "please, let me..."

Katsuki's begging continued to give Shouto a rush. He'd never tire of it or of the power he held- power that Katsuki was so willing to give him. It was only fair, at this point, to let Katsuki finally have his orgasm. Shouto's thrusts didn't slow, Katsuki's begging only served to get him more and more excited.

In no time, Katsuki's hips rocked upwards to meet Shouto's. They rolled against his, Katsuki's entire body dripping with sweat and shaking. Just a few moments later his high crashed over him. He yelled out a few filthy curses, his nails scratching even harder down Shouto's back. Feeling his insides clench and tighten around his cock was too much for Shouto to bear, Katsuki unintentionally forcing a dry orgasm out of him.

As both boys came off their intense, respective highs, Shouto slowly began to move his hips slowly again. Katsuki's eyes widened and he shook his head. Hadn't they already both cum? Why was he continuing?

"No, no, Sh-shouto please, not again..."

Shouto flashed another smile. One hand moved down Katsuki's body, his fingertips lightly grazing his chest and belly. Then he traced along his hip bone, Katsuki's body shivering under the gentle caresses. Katsuki's eyes fell shut. He savored every soft touch, not wanting Shouto to stop touching him. This was a nice end to the torment he'd been forced to endure.

Just as he was beginning to fully relax, Shouto's hand curled around his cock once more. Immediately, Katsuki's hand latched around Shouto's wrist. Nevertheless, that didn't stop Shouto from stroking his cock, pumping him hard and fast. Katsuki kicked, thrashing around underneath him. The sight had Shouto chuckling to himself.

“Sh-shit, shit, fuck!” He choked out, still attempting to stop Shouto’s hand. It was a futile attempt, as Shouto kept rubbing his hand along Katsuki's length.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to cum."

"I just did! I can't... not again, p-please!"

Shouto shook his head. Katsuki had been begging for so long now. He wanted to cum more than anything a few minutes ago. The younger boy saw absolutely no reason to not make his friend cum again and again. It was what he wanted! He'd begged so well, too. This was a reward! He was rewarding him! Katsuki should have been more thankful.

As Katsuki continued to whine about his circumstances, Shouto's thumb rolled over the tip of his cock. His thumb rubbed along his slit a couple times, causing Katsuki to cry out at the top of his lungs and forcing another orgasm out of him. He was left trembling, his chest rising and falling heavily with each shaky breath he took. Beads of sweat rolled down his body. Shouto took his hand away and licked his fingers clean, staying quiet as he watched the pitiful excuse for a top hero crumble beneath him. Ah, his best friend was so cute. He was having so much fun! And Katsuki felt good, too! He climbed off the other and stood up, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him onto his knees on the floor.

Katsuki, still in a daze from his second orgasm, looked up at Shouto with a confused expression. Shouto sat down, his legs apart.

"I want to cum again too," he explained, "use your mouth."

Katsuki could only give a little nod as he crawled over, making himself comfortable between Shouto's legs. His lips parted, his eyes falling shut. One hand kept his balance as he leaned forward, the other wrapping around the base of Shouto's cock to pump what he wouldn't be able to fit in his mouth.

"Uh-uh, no hands, Shouto corrected, "mouth only."

Katsuki obeyed. He dropped his hand down to the floor and took Shouto into his mouth, starting slow. He bobbed his head up and down the first two inches, letting drool collect in his mouth. His tongue rolled over the tip- he could still clearly taste him from when he'd cum against his thighs earlier. The saltiness was almost addictive. Shouto let his head roll back, soft sighs of pleasure escaping his lips. Scooting closer, Katsuki tried to take in the next few inches into his mouth. Shouto began sliding down his throat as Katsuki pushed himself. More drool built up in his mouth, running down the corners of his lips. Strained, muffled groans escaped as he tried to bob his head up and down yet again. Each time he lowered his head, he felt himself choke a little bit more. Yet he still continued without complaint.

"Stick your ass up more."

Once again, Katsuki obeyed. He stuck out his ass in the air as best he could, his hands moving to support himself on either of Shouto's thighs. Once he was high enough, Shouto reached an arm out and rubbed down his back. Katsuki let out a muffled moan. His hand felt so nice... it was such a pleasant, welcome change to what he was used to. He felt the hand rub his back a few times, his fingertips gliding along the very bottom so lightly. Then Shouto leaned forward. Katsuki peeked up, seeing a sly smile above him. Shouto's eyes were looking past Katsuki's face. He reached his hand further. Anticipation built quickly deep in Katsuki's chest. He wasn't going to try and make him cum a third time, was he? That was too cruel.

He didn't.

Instead, the palm of his hand came crashing down on Katsuki, leaving a bright red, glowing splotch on his ass. His nails dug into Shouto's legs and he whimpered loudly around his cock. It burned, more than a simple spank like that should've. Before the sting had faded, Shouto spanked him again. That same burn coursed through Katsuki's body and before he could relax the deathly tight hold he had on the other boy, Shouto had 2 fingers plunged deep inside his ass. Another groan was muffled by how full his mouth was and he squeezed his eyes shut, mumbling the word 'please' around Shouto's length. That was when Shouto looked down at his face again.

"What was that? I can't understand you with your mouth full."

Katsuki shot daggers at Shouto. Shouto didn't seem to mind.

"Here, let me help you."

His free hand moved to the back of Katsuki's head and, without a word, shoved him down further. He held him firmly, forcing Katsuki to choke on his entire cock and not allowing him to come up for a breath. Katsuki frantically scratched at Shouto's thighs. Tears began streaming down his face again as he struggled for air. The whole time, Shouto's fingers steadily pumped in and out of Katsuki, curling upwards and rubbing incessantly against that soft, sensitive area deep inside of the older boy. Katsuki was shaking once more. Tiny fingernail indents cluttered Shouto's legs. Katsuki continued scratching his thighs, trying to get his attention that he was running out of air. Yet still, Shouto seemed unbothered. Instead of allowing him to come up for his much-needed breath, Shouto added a third finger. He spread his fingers slightly, stretching Katsuki. Another choked, muffled slew of loud moans escaped him, somehow. That caught Shouto's eye.

He fisted Katsuki's hair and began moving his head for him, pulling him up a few inches before pushing him back down completely. Teardrops landed on his legs, but he didn't mind. Shouto liked this vulnerable side of Katsuki's. As he moved his head, Shouto's fingers kept spreading apart and coming together again. The whole ordeal was agony to Katsuki. Somehow, Shouto was managing to hurt him and make his body hot with pleasure he'd never thought of before. It was unbearable. Yet Shouto showed no signs of stopping or slowing down.

Katsuki's body was already painfully sensitive from the previous two orgasms. But after just a minute, he realized that Shouto had no intention of stopping at merely two. His fingers began pumping in and out of him again at a quick pace, causing Katsuki to cry out. Once he sped up, it didn't take very long for him to scream with pleasure. Or maybe it was pain. Regardless, this time a dry orgasm tore through his body. He could hardly keep himself up, but he did by sheer force of will. As his orgasm hit, Shouto had shoved Katsuki back down his cock once again and held him there. Unbeknownst to him, his mouth tightened. The vibrations in his mouth from his muffled screaming and moaning felt heavenly, Shouto couldn't help but let his own orgasm wash over him. His cock twitched once, then twice in the back of Katsuki's throat before his cheeks puffed out, full of cum. Finally, Shouto allowed Katsuki to pull away and catch his breath. He brought his own hands back up to himself too.

Katsuki swallowed as much as he could, though a good amount dripped down his mouth. He panted, his tongue lolling out still coated faintly white.

Wordlessly, Shouto leaned forward and picked Katsuki up from underneath his arms. He picked him up into his lap, his grip moving down to his hips. Katsuki shook his head no- he was too damn sensitive! He couldn't take any more of this cruelty! But Shouto picked him up nonetheless and shifted him right over his cock again, slowly lowering him down. Katsuki's head is thrown back, a loud cry escaping him. Feeling Shouto fill him once again sends chills all throughout his body. Yet Shouto didn't move once he was fully inside.

"Go on," he gently encouraged, "bounce."

Katsuki hesitated a moment, still taking heavy breaths. But then he began to do as Shouto instructed. He lifted his hips and then dropped them back down again and again, almost lazy with his actions. Though he quickly began moving faster, bouncing more animatedly. His hands reached behind him, braced on Shouto's knees. His back arched deeply as he moved. Shouto watched him, letting one hand rub along his chest and abs. A thumb rolled over one of his nipples and Shouto was rewarded with a little whimper. Katsuki got a bit faster too, his breathing heavier and heavier. Though he didn't try and stop Shouto from touching him this time. So once again, Shouto took one of Katsuki's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. Katsuki's head was thrown back, his hips rolling back and forth.

"Fuck, Shouto! Fuck!"

Shouto continued touching him, his free hand wrapping around his cock. Right away he began to pump at his cock again a few times before his fingers moved to tease his slit again. Whimpers escaped from Katsuki's throat as his body heated up more and more. That deep, burning heat so low inside him began to grow more and more. It felt intense, his climax looming over him. For a moment, Katsuki wasn't sure in his current state if he could even handle it. But that didn't seem to be of any concern to Shouto. He just continued to play with Katsuki's body until that all-too nerve-wracking climax hit. Katsuki screamed out at the very top of his lungs, heavy tears rolling down his face. A few seconds after Katsuki's hit, Shouto was struck by his own intense orgasm. Katsuki's body convulsing over him, his insides tightening around his cock was too much to bear. He came inside the older boy, relaxing back against the couch as he finally calmed down. Katsuki slumped forward too, laying his head on Shouto's shoulder.

Looking over at him, Shouto saw an expression he'd never thought he'd see in all the years he had known Katsuki Bakugou. His cheeks were streaked with tears, his eyes glazed over. His lips still parted and an all-around dazed expression covering his every feature. Though, Shouto was sure he must've looked similarly fucked-out, as he couldn't handle any more either. One hand moved to brush some hair that had stuck to the side of Katsuki's face away. He leaned forward and kissed him. Katsuki kissed back, his arms wrapping around his neck. Shouto's tongue easily took control, slowly swirling around Katsuki's and guiding him back and forth. After a few long seconds, they both broke away.

"I'm tired," Katsuki said, his voice much quieter than normal.

"You can sleep here," Shouto replied.

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Hospitalized

Current chapter: four

Other chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Pairing: DabiHawks

Warning: this fic contains graphic depictions of sexual and emotional abuse, as well as abuse of drugs. Read at your own discretion.

Summary:

Touya Todoroki has never felt like he was truly desired. He has always been a failure that his father regretted.

Robbed of his childhood from the day he was born, Touya always thought he was meant to be something more than what he was. His obsession drove him to madness, drove him to become "Dabi."

Now, 6 months after the heroes defeated All For One, Shigaraki, and the paranomral liberation front, the Todoroki parents have turned their attention on their eldest child. In spite of his crimes, all Enji and Rei see is the son they wronged so long ago. After minimal deliberation, the family decide to do whatever they can to give their beloved Touya a chance to truly be free from the shackles of his birth.

Keigo pushed the door open, pushing past Maho and Dr. Takahashi. He was in total disbelief when he saw Touya's state. He sat on the floor by the toy trunk, the gray pacifier firmly between his lips. Keigo walked in with a smile. His eyes flickered around the room. There were 3 cameras on the ceiling. Had Touya not noticed them? Likely not, considering his current state. Still smiling, Keigo walked over and sat beside Touya. He was playing with his trucks, rolling them back and forth. Behind the pacifier he had an innocent, content smile. He was having fun.

There was an unbearable, hollow weight in Keigo's chest as he watched Touya play.

"Hi Touya. Do you remember me?"

Touya looked up. His usual narrow, intense glare had been replaced with a bright, shiny expression. Touya nodded. 

Interesting, if he's regressed shouldn't he have forgotten me? Keigo wondered. He didn't ask aloud. The doctor was likely watching Touya full-time. Though he still couldn't figure out why that was.

"Can I play with you?"

Touya nodded. Keigo smiled. Touya offered one of the toy trucks to him. It was a fire truck. Keigo took it with a smile and began playing with it too, keeping Touya company. Touya was playing with the garbage truck once again, as it was his favorite.

"Do you know what kind of truck that is?" Keigo asked, pointing to the toy in Touya's hand. Touya nodded again.

"Trash!" He explained, the pacifier falling from his lips. It didn't hit the floor, instead dangling from Touya's t-shirt. Keigo kept forcing a smile.

"That's right, it's a trash truck." He said. Touya pointed to the fire truck in Keigo's hand. Then he pointed at Keigo himself.

"Red!" 

Keigo raised a brow. He wasn't that experienced with children, he'd never spent any extended time with them after all, but Touya seemed smart for the age he was acting. He was such a sweet, bright child. Was he like this back then, too? Did he have such playful, curious eyes when he was younger? 

"Did you give me this one because my wings are red?" 

Touya nodded.

"Like red!"

Keigo spread his wings out, stretching the muscles and showing off for Touya. He looked up at Keigo, his eyes nearly bugging out of his skull.

"Red!"

"That's right, my wings are red."

Touya let go of his garbage truck and crawled over to Keigo, climbing into his lap. He still stared at his wings, mesmerized by their bright color. Keigo relaxed his wings back down, wrapping them around Touya's body. Touya leaned against Keigo, laying his cheek right atop his shoulder. Keigo took the opportunity to give him a hug, his wings blocking him from the camera's view. If Keigo's hunches were right, then Dr. Takahashi would be throwing him out for obstructing his view of Touya. That is, if he were under constant surveillance like he suspected.

He doesn't even know whats going on anymore...

It was getting harder and harder to force the corners of his mouth to remain upward. But Touya, naive as he was, hadn't the slightest clue. He reached a hand out and stroked at the underside of Keigo's feathers. Not expecting it, Keigo felt his breath catch in his throat. Touya's hands were still as warm as he remembered them being. His touch was so careful, too. Touya pet a few more times, touching his feathers freely. They were so soft! And they were bright, bright red! His favorite color!

"Touya?"

He looked up from his wing, meeting Keigo's gaze.

"Do you know why you're here?"

Touya looked around his nursery, thinking of what his answer would be. There were toys to play with. Books to read. Pillows and blankets to sleep with. He was here to nap and play!

"Um..." He said softly, his brows scrunched together in thought. Though before he could answer, Dr. Takahashi, came in.

Ah, so he is under constant supervision.

Keigo dropped his wings, revealing that he and Touya had just been cuddling. There was nothing unusual going on! Dr. Takahashi had nothing to worry about!

"Hey doc!" Keigo smiled. He kept both his hands on Touya, still hugging him closely. Touya lay his head on Keigo's shoulder once again as the doctor approached them.

"Apologies, Hawks, but visiting hours are ending soon."

"Ah, darn, really? We were just about to read a story!" Keigo lied. He had to stay a little while longer to get as much information as possible. Touya however, lit up with excitement and crawled off Keigo's lap. He pulled a few books off the shelf, dropping them onto the floor one by one until he found a story he wanted to be read. He returned to Keigo with a copy of The Little Engine That Could, holding it out to ask if Keigo would read it.

"Story!" He cheered. Keigo felt himself smile easier. It was hard not to be endeared by such a sweet, innocent personality. He stood up, completely disregarding Dr. Takahashi's request for him to leave. Touya got up and followed, excited to hear his story. Keigo sat down on the pile of blankets, his arms outstretched for Touya to join him. Touya sat in his lap, picking up the pacifier and sticking it back into his mouth. He sucked quietly, waiting for his story to begin. Keigo opened the book and began to read.

"Chug chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff. Ding-dong, ding-dong. The little train rumbled over the tracks." Keigo read. Touya listened happily. He was clueless to the doctor still standing in the room, impatiently waiting to throw Keigo out. Keigo was being crushed under the weight of his stare, but he acted as nothing was wrong for Touya's sake.

"Like trains," Touya mumbled through his pacifier.

"You like trains?" Keigo asked, pausing the story a moment. Touya nodded.

"Red trains!"

Keigo laughed. Though he never imagined back in his spy days he'd ever learn such irrelevant information about his contact. But he liked learning all these insignificant things, too.

Keigo continued reading Touya's story. When he came to the end, he gently shut the book and put it down. Touya's head had fallen onto Keigo's shoulder pages earlier, his eyes grew too heavy to listen to the entire thing be read. Keigo's wings picked up on the vibration of his soft snores as soon as they began, but he read the entire thing anyway. Carefully, Keigo shifted Touya around to lay on the pillows. It was too dangerous to leave anything with him or send any feathers to spy on the doctor. All Keigo could do was give Touya's cheek a gentle kiss and cover him with a blanket.

He chose one he knew Touya would like, as he recalled a conversation they'd had once, a lifetime ago.

Keigo had noticed Touya so often spacing out, his eyes looking upwards towards the night sky. The low light pollution way out in their rendezvous place left the stars shining brightly. Touya looked like the stars were shining in those icy blue eyes of his.

"Why are you looking at the sky?" Keigo had asked, "You wanna fly?"

"I get too motion sick for that shit," Touya had answered. "I like being on the ground."

"Then why do you always space out like that?"

"I like stars."

It was the first thing Keigo ever learned about Touya, the first time their relationship had begun to slip past the professional, untrusting one they were supposed to have. Keigo thought of that night often, whenever he saw the stars clearly he recalled how much Touya enjoyed them. He smiled, thinking that a villain who had committed so many atrocities could still have innocent likes and dislikes, that he was a person with thoughts and feelings with a beating heart. Hero, villain, or civilian didn't always matter- they were all just people trying to get by in their own ways.

Then he would remember Touya was a murderer and his hopes would crash and die.

Keigo tucked Touya in, lingering a moment to watch him nap peacefully.

"Touya needs to get his rest, his age regression evaluation has put him at about 2 and a half years." Dr. Takahashi said firmly. His voice was like ice. Keigo lost his voice a moment.

"I see. Well, I best be on my way, I'll be back next time I've got some time!"

Keigo shoved past Dr. Takahashi again. This was bad. The cameras made it difficult to make any real contact with Touya. The doctor barely gave him a moment to wrap his wings around him, let alone get him to start talking. He'd have to figure out a way around it, perhaps he and Enji could both come and Enji could distract the doctor... or maybe he'd recruit Natsuo, as Enji didn't seem to be rational when it came to his son. He left the institution, his wings spreading out and flapping a few times to get him in the air.

For now, it seemed talking to Natsuo was his best option. He didn't like going around Enji, he respected and admired him far too much. But Enji wasn't in the right state of mind. None of the Todoroki were in great mindsets since Touya revealed himself, but Natsuo seemed to be the most proactive. That was something Keigo could work with.

[mhamusings]

Hospitalized

current chapter: three

Other chapters: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Pairing: DabiHawks

Warning: This fic contains graphic depictions of sexual and emotional abuse, as well as abuse of drugs. Read at your own discretion

Summary:

Touya Todoroki has never felt like he was truly desired. He has always been a failure that his father regretted.

Robbed of his childhood from the day he was born, Touya always thought he was meant to be something more than what he was. His obsession drove him to madness, drove him to become "Dabi."

Now, 6 months after the heroes defeated All For One, Shigaraki, and the paranomral liberation front, the Todoroki parents have turned their attention on their eldest child. In spite of his crimes, all Enji and Rei see is the son they wronged so long ago. After minimal deliberation, the family decide to do whatever they can to give their beloved Touya a chance to truly be free from the shackles of his birth.

ouya slept soundly. For the first time in years, his mind was at ease enough to fall into a deep, comfortable sleep. He snored softly, his face pressed right up against the pillow. Creases were becoming imprinted on his face. Dr. Takahashi monitored him throughout most of the night. He and Maho exchanged every 4 hours to let the other rest. Someone who was as dangerous as Touya needed to be monitored at all times.

In the morning, Touya woke up in a terrible mood. The regression pill hadn't quite worn off yet, but Maho came in with a cup of water and two pills. Touya would need to take his medication every 12 hours in order to continue his regression and treatment. She greeted him with a smile and offered his medicine, telling him it would make him feel better. Today he'd be evaluated to determine exactly what age he'd been regressed to. In Dr. Takahashi's years of research and experience with other patients, the more severe cases usually regressed deeper and farther back. He was eager to see how far Touya's mind would go back.

After Maho ensured Touya had taken his pills, she walked to the bookshelf and picked up a gray pacifier. Then she got one of the straps to clip it to Touya's clothes. Though they were still unsure if his mind was young enough for that. Maho was testing him while the doctor watched. When he saw it, Touya's eyes lit up.

"Do you want it?"

"Mhm."

He walked over to her and opened his mouth, waiting to be given the pacifier. She popped it in his mouth and clipped the strap to his shirt, being careful not to pinch the skin. Touya sucked at the pacifer. It was comforting and improved his mood. Maho waved him over to the toy chest, opening it and letting him take a look. It was full of stuffed animals, blocks, toy cars, and toy trucks.

"You can play with anything in this room to your heart's content, okay, Touya?"

Touya nodded. He dropped down onto his knees and began pulling toys out of the box. First came a stuffed dog, then a cat. Then he pulled a toy garbage truck out and began rolling it back and forth on the carpet. Seeing him content, Maho left the room to go discuss Touya's status with Dr. Takahashi.

Back at the Todoroki estate, Enji had invited Keigo over to discuss Touya. Keigo hadn't admitted to anyone what his feelings for Touya were, though Enji knew the two had once had a close relationship. Back when Keigo was a spy. The young hero rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open. When it did, he was greeted by a woman with glasses.

"Hawks, right on time! I'm Fuyumi, come on in."

"It's nice to meetcha, Fuyumi! But call me Keigo, alright? I'm not here for hero work. I don't think I am, anyway."

Fuyumi listened and led Keigo into the dining room. The whole family, sans Touya, sat around the table quietly. Shouto and Natsuo were carrying on a conversation about food. Keigo greeted them all with a smile, catching each of their attention. Enji gestured for him to sit and he did, plopping down right between Fuyumi and Natsuo. Rei came out of the kitchen with bowls of food for everyone to share. Once she sat down and everyone had taken a serving of food, Keigo spoke up. 

"What's going on, Endeavor?"

Enji told his kids and Keigo everything. He explained the hospital that Touya was in and why. Keigo didn't like the sound of it. He didn't trust this Dr. Takahashi Enji spoke of and he didn't think the other children did, either. Did Enji not realize how insane this sounded? That he'd allowed his son to be drugged and forced into an age-regression? It seemed when it came to Touya, all Enji's intellect and good judgement went out the window. For now, he bit his tongue.

Keigo wasn't a parent. And he certainly wasn't a parent to a traumatized 20-something who he had thought was dead for over a decade, only to find out he was alive and a murderer.

Natsuo did not bite his tongue.

”You sent my big brother to be drugged by some wack doctor?! Are you insane?! Who even is this guy?!”

Rei snapped, telling her son to quiet down.

”That’s enough, Natsuo. Your father and I just want to give Touya a chance to be at peace.”

She let out a sigh, tucking a stray piece of white hair behind her ear.

”He’s haunted by his past. Your father and I are hopeful that going through this regression therapy will help him through his past.”

After dinner, Keigo thanked Rei for the meal. She was a good cook. He waved goodbye to all the Todorokis and left the estate, his wings flapping twice to get him in the air.

He still wasn’t sure how he felt about Touya being drugged. Sure, Endeavor and his wife meant well, but they were desperate.

Desperate people made mistakes, even when they have the purest intentions. So Keigo decided he’d drop in tomorrow for a visit.

As he soared through the cool night air, he pictured his last memories of the villain. It was when Twice died.

Touya nearly killed him. He didn’t think his wings would grow back.

Ironically, it was the night before the war broke out they last spent together. Touya had been vulnerable with him. He kissed his wings and stroked his feathers. He told Keigo how soft they were and how much he loved them.

It didn’t feel like a lie. But maybe Keigo was just desperate for his silent affection to be returned.

Once Keigo finally returned to his penthouse apartment, he texted Enji.

Tomorrow is my day off, I’ll go see Touya.

Once the message was sent, he kicked off his boots and slipped out of his jacket. He took his time unwinding for bed, though when his head finally did hit the pillow he was asleep in seconds.

Keigo woke up earlier than he typically did in the morning. Today he was going to see Touya. He wanted to see what kind of situation Enji and Rei had put him in and what this doctor was doing.

Quick as usual, he got dressed and flew out his balcony window. He soared through the early morning air, texting Enji for the address of the hospital. It wasn’t very far from the Todoroki estate.

Keigo landed right in front of the door and walked in, plastering a big, fake smile on his face.

”Heyo!” He called, “I’m here to see Touya.”

Maho sat behind the front desk. He walked over and she looked up at him.

”Are you on his approved list?”

”Think so. Name’s Keigo Takami.”

Maho typed something, logging Keigo’s visitation into the computer. Then she led Keigo down the hall. As they came to the door, Dr. Takahashi was leaving.

”He’s just taken his pills,” the doctor said.

Flags began going off in Keigo’s head. He knew Touya was being medicated, but how, specifically? He’d never heard of a drug to force something like age regression.

Keigo pushed past the doctor. He walked into Touya’s nursery. Despite what Enji and Rei had told him the previous night, the sight before him left Keigo in disbelief.

[mhamusings]

Hospitalized

Current chapter: two

Other chapters: 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Pairing: DabiHawks

Warning: this fic contains graphic depictions of sexual and emotional abuse, as well as abuse of drugs. Read at your own discretion.

Summary:

Touya Todoroki has never felt like he was truly desired. He has always been a failure that his father regretted.

Robbed of his childhood from the day he was born, Touya always thought he was meant to be something more than what he was. His obsession drove him to madness, drove him to become "Dabi."

Now, 6 months after the heroes defeated All For One, Shigaraki, and the paranomral liberation front, the Todoroki parents have turned their attention on their eldest child. In spite of his crimes, all Enji and Rei see is the son they wronged so long ago. After minimal deliberation, the family decide to do whatever they can to give their beloved Touya a chance to truly be free from the shackles of his birth.

Touya was led out of the prison alongside his mother and father. He still wore his handcuffs as Enji unlocked his car. Rei opened the backseat and the prison guard helped him into the seat. He sat down and Rei followed, sliding into the passenger's seat. Enji got in last, turning on the car and pulling out of the parking lot. No one spoke a single word. His parents didn't know what more they could say. Of course, they could promise up and down that things were going to be different now. They were sorry, they never thought their son was a failure. Their family is everything to them.

But they didn't have any doubt that Touya would just laugh in their faces again. He wouldn't believe anything they said now. That was okay though, they told themselves it was okay. That was why they took him out of the prison. That was why they were driving to the hospital now, to give their son a second chance to be happy. Touya deserved peace of mind, he deserved a chance to truly be happy.

Enji gripped the steering wheel tighter, his hands firmly placed at 10 and 2. Rei reached over and rubbed at his arm affectionately, taking in the tension that encased his entire body. Her heart ached for him, knowing he shouldered the entire blame for their son's situation now. She didn't hold him solely responsible, she couldn't. Rei knew she'd made mistakes as well. She wasn't strong enough. But that wasn't an excuse. She knew his downfall had every bit to do with her as it did Enji.

Touya sat behind his mother, watching the affection they shared. What a joke. Who did they think they were fooling, pretending to be in love? Especially her. She was bought, there was never any love between them. There was never love towards their kids, either. They weren't dear, hell, they were just failures to Enji. All of them except Shouto, anyway. Enji's stupid masterpiece. God, it made Touya nauseated.

The air was heavy in the car the entire drive down to the institution. Enji parked the car by the door and then came around to get Rei and Touya. Touya simply shoved past him, walking towards the entrance. He didn't have high hopes for this, but he was curious and sick of the freezing cold jail cell. His parents were quick to catch up with him, walking into the institution. Almost immediately, they were greeted by a tall, slender man in a white jacket. His black hair is slicked back, a full, bushy mustache on his upper lip.

"Mr. Todoroki!" He called, a toothy grin on his face, "I take it this is the Touya I've heard so much about? It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Touya. I'm Dr. Takahashi. Whaddya say we get those cuffs off?"

Touya simply grunted at the doctor. As he did, a young nurse came out from down the hall with a pair of lock cutters. Dr. Takahashi began speaking once again.

"Touya, if you'll follow Maho, we'll get you out of those cuffs in no time. I'm going to speak to your parents for a bit, then I'll come in to see you again. How's that sound?"

Touya rolled his eyes, but did as the doctor said. He followed the nurse, Maho, down a hall and into a room with the number 5 plastered on the front in black, blocky lettering. Maho led him inside and he was floored at what he saw.

It looked nothing like a typical doctor's examination room, it didn't even look like an insane asylum. It looked like a nursery. All four walls had a continuous mural, a nature scene with animals everywhere, grass and trees. The floor was a soft, plush carpet that would definitely feel nice on bare feet. As Touya walked in, he looked around more. In one corner was a pile of pillows in bright colors and blankets folded neatly in a stack against the wall. On the opposite side was a bookshelf filled with stories and picture books. Next to it was a wooden toy chest with a blue star painted on top.

"Come with me please, Touya! I'll take your handcuffs-"

"Yeah, I know." Touya spat, shoving his hands forward to allow her to cut them off. Once they were off, Maho took the split metal and walked back to the door.

"Just wait here and the doctor will be right in."

Off in an office, Enji and Rei spoke with Dr. Takahashi. The couple sat in front of his desk, each holding the other's hand tightly.

"Can you explain again how all this works?" Rei asked.

"To make it simple, we're going to give Touya a specific medication, one that forces age regression. From there, he's going to need to relearn his place in your home and in your family. He's going to have daily evaluations and be monitored full-time. The room he's in is designed to be a safe, comfortable place for children who have experienced severe trauma as well. He won't leave the room, at least, he shouldn't leave the room. Touya needs a place away from the world of heroes and villains. Somewhere to just be a child, which as I understand he wasn't able to experience before?"

Rei and Enji shared a regretful look. Then Rei spoke.

"No, he didn't. How often do Enji and I come visit?"

"Every day, ideally. I know Endeavor is still quite busy with his hero work-"

"I'll be here," he interrupted, "is it just my wife and I? Who's allowed to see him?"

"Anyone who he'd need a positive relationship with, or who you'd think would be good for him to be around. Before you leave, Maho will get a list of approved visitors."

Once they finished speaking, Rei and Enji left to give Maho the approved list. Maho handed them a form to sign over Touya's care to the institution and they both signed it. On the back, the paper asked for a list of approved visitors. Rei scrawled out a list of names.

Enji Todoroki

Rei Todoroki

Fuyumi Todoroki

Natsuo Todoroki

Shouto Todoroki

She looked back to Enji, watching him read over her shoulder.

“Is there anyone else?”

“Put down Hawks, too. His real name is Keigo Takami.”

Rei nodded, adding Keigo to the list of names. Then she handed the form to Maho and thanked her, just before the two left.

Dr. Takahashi came in to the nursery, holding a tray with a paper cup on it and two small capsule pills, half white and half yellow. He greeted his patient with a smile. Touya was just standing in the middle of the nursery, still taking in his unusual surroundings. On top of the shelf was a little bin, but Touya had yet to look in it. In the corner opposite of the bookshelf was a red tricycle.

"Hey Touya, I've got something for you."

Touya turned to the doctor and watched him walk over. He stayed silent.

"I need you to take these two pills before we can begin your treatment."

Touya grabbed the cup and looked at the pills. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to ask what the pills did. Then again, Touya wasn't too concerned with what he put in his body in the first place. Then again, Touya didn't trust any place that his parents did.

"What do they do?"

"The first one is a mood stabilizer. The second one is a quirk suppressant."

Dr. Takahashi was lying about the mood stabilizer. Though the quirk suppressant was important, as people in age regression often lost control of their abilities. They were like new!

Touya took both pills without any further questioning and yawned. The regression pill would kick in within the hour. Dr. Takahashi left, reassuring Touya he'd return in a little while to check on him. Though he'd be under constant watch through the cameras mounted on the ceilings. Touya walked around the room, approaching the bookshelf. He peered into the bin and found it to be full of pacifiers and loveys. A few straps to clip the pacifer to a baby's clothing as well.

That's odd, Touya thought to himself. Though he didn't bother to mess with any of it. Hell, what time was it now anyway? He was getting tired. Unbeknownst to him as well, the regression pill was kicking in. He walked to the pile of pillows and blankets and sat down to sleep, though he found it difficult to shut his eyes and go to bed. That wasn't fair! He was so tired! He kicked and whined to no one. What was he supposed to do with himself now? He just wanted to sleep! He was tired!

After what was surely hours and definitely not just 5 minutes, Dr. Takahashi returned with a smile. He held a bottle of milk in his hand too. Touya looked at him. He didn't notice the bottle.

"Ah, Touya, you're looking sleepy. Why don't you go to bed?"

Touya shook his head.

“No!”

Seems to be working so far, the doctor thought.

"How about a drink first?"

The doctor handed Touya the bottle and without questioning it, Touya brought it to his mouth and began drinking. After a minute, Touya picked up his other hand and held the bottle with both of them. His eyes grew heavy. After he finished the entire thing, Touya dropped the bottle on the floor. He looked back at the pillows. Moving slowly, scooted over and lay his head down on them. Dr. Takahashi fetched a blanket and covered his patient with it, waiting just a moment to make sure Touya was really asleep.

Once he was sure he was out, the doctor took the bottle from the floor and left Touya's room, shutting the light off on his way out.

[mhamusings]

Hospitalized

Current chapter: one (prologue)

Other chapters: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15 (I’ll update these soon)

Pairing: DabiHawks

Warning: this fic contains graphic depictions of sexual and emotional abuse, as well as abuse of drugs. Read at your own discretion.

Summary:

Touya Todoroki has never felt like he was truly desired. He has always been a failure that his father regretted.

Robbed of his childhood from the day he was born, Touya always thought he was meant to be something more than what he was. His obsession drove him to madness, drove him to become "Dabi."

Now, 6 months after the heroes defeated All For One, Shigaraki, and the paranomral liberation front, the Todoroki parents have turned their attention on their eldest child. In spite of his crimes, all Enji and Rei see is the son they wronged so long ago. After minimal deliberation, the family decide to do whatever they can to give their beloved Touya a chance to truly be free from the shackles of his birth.

Heavy boots thumped on the hard prison floor. They weren't alone. Rhythmically clacking high heels followed behind. Enji Todoroki and his wife, Rei, were being led down to see their son.

It had been so long. Too much time had passed, too many things left unsaid between them. There were thousands of excuses they could've made. They were young. They were new parents. He was focused on his career. She was sold to him by her family.

None of those excuses mattered though. At the end of the day, they knew what mattered. Touya mattered. The son they'd wronged and pushed into this current situation. The son they'd turned their backs on when he needed them most of all. But now they were stronger. They had grown in the past 12 years and wanted more than anything to make things right for their child. Neither of them said a word to the other, but they both shared the same skepticism.

Was it too late? Was the damage they'd caused him irreversible?

Neither one cared how much it would cost. They'd do anything, hire anyone they had to if it meant they would be able to help heal their son's troubled past.

"He's just at the end of this hall," the prison guard said to the grieving parents.

Enji reached behind him, his rough, calloused hand grasping onto his wife's. They turned a corner and found themselves in a new, shorter hall. The light above flickered in and out, quickly switching from a dim glow to completely dark. The air was like ice, every breath now visible in front of their faces. Both of them kept walking. At the end of the hall on the left was his cell. When they arrived, Touya was sitting on his cot, still restrained in a straight jacket. His arms bound in front of him. His every breath was seen through the flickering light as well, his eyes focused on the floor in front of him.

When he heard footsteps approaching, he looked up.

“Aw, how sweet! Mom and Dad came to visit me!” He spat, each word dripping with resentment. Rei sighed as Enji stepped closer.

“Touya, I’m sorry. We both are, we want to make up for what we did all those years ago. We want to help you.”

Dabi cackled. A loud, deranged laugh that left his parent’s skin crawling. Neither of them visibly reacted.

“Touya, please. We know we hurt you in the past, that’s why we want a chance to—“

“You want a chance?” Touya echoed, unable to believe what he was hearing, “cry me a fucking river, Mom! You don’t get a second chance! I’m all fuckin’ grown up now and the damage has been done. There are no do-overs.”

His words echoed in their ears. Were there really no do-overs?

“No, Touya, we’ve found a place that will give us a second chance to be a family. It’ll give you a second chance, to show you’re not—“

“A failure?”

“Yes. Please, Touya, we want to bring you home.”

Rei finally piped up as well.

“We love you.”

Touya let his eyes fall shut as he thought of their offer. How stupid were they, to think anything could be done to right their wrongs? Nonetheless, he couldn’t deny his interest was piqued.

After a full minute of contemplation, Touya opened his eyes again.

“What is this place you’re talking about?”

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I am going to write dabihawks week but it’ll be late sadly

I want to write for dabihawks week however I have been writing an unrelated fic and cannot stop.

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Hospitalized

Here is my multi-chapter DabiHawks fic I'm currently writing

Please, please read the warnings before you read it!

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I want to write for dabihawks week however I have been writing an unrelated fic and cannot stop.

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Drunken Night

Pairing: Shouto Todoroki x Katsuki Bakugou

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 5462

Content: Top!Shouto/Bottom!Katsuki, Mild Sadism, Mild Masochism, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Spanking, Both Boys Are Drunk Off Their Asses

Note: Shouto & Katsuki are both 21+ in all stories. Katsuki begs Shouto to stop a lot, but still enjoys what's happening to him. This is NOT a cnc/non-con situation, he's just overstimulated.

There’s nothing better than kicking back and relaxing after a long day of heroics at a local bar. Good music, cheap drinks, and lots of fun.

Unless you drink too much. You pass the fun and slip straight into blacked-out, won’t-remember-the-night, and doomed to a hellish hangover.

Which is exactly what happened between Shouto and Katsuki.

After some persuasion from their friends, Katsuki and Shouto were piled into a taxi and the driver given Shouto’s address. His place was closer.

Once the door was shut with both boys safely inside, the cab driver peeled out of his parking spot and drove them to Shouto’s address.

As they drove, Shouto’s head fell against Katsuki’s shoulder. He smiled stupidly, a crooked grin on his lips.

“You’re my best friend.” He slurred.

“No I’m not!” Katsuki argued. No matter how old they got.. some things would truly never change.

Shouto sat up from where he leaned on Katsuki and turned in his seat. He looked at his dear friend a long while. His eyes were bloodshot, his face rosy. The other boy reeked of alcohol but it wasn’t any bother to Shouto. Without thinking twice, or even once, Shouto reached over and grabbed his face with both hands. He pulled his face over and crashed his lips against the other’s giving him a sloppy, uneven kiss.

The sudden act surprised Katsuki, though he wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around Shouto’s neck, returning the messy kiss. In an instant, Katsuki felt Shouto’s tongue against his bottom lip. A moment later and he pushed his tongue into his mouth, coating the blonde’s in his own liquor-infused saliva.

To Katsuki’s inhibited mind, it was a divine sensation. They tumbled over, Katsuki’s back pressed against the bench seat of the cab. Shouto fell atop him, their bodies pressed firmly to one another. Neither boy minded their proximity. Once the kiss broke, Shouto moved to begin attacking his neck and collar with the same vigor he’d kissed his mouth. Katsuki’s back arched slightly, his body involuntarily pressing further up to Shouto’s.

“Da-damn it, icyhot…” Katsuki all but moaned, his voice breathless as Shouto’s tongue worked against his collar bone. Shouto paid no mind to his words, rather, he brought his teeth down against the curve of his neck. Katsuki grunted, Shouto’s bite hurting just enough. Once he let go, he once again ran his tongue over the minor bruise. Again, Katsuki let out a soft, drawn-out moan at the contact.

As the two continued to kiss, Shouto's hands begun roaming Katsuki's body. One hand trailed down his side, gripping the side of his hip tightly as the cabbie went zipping along over a speed bump. Both boys were bounced in the backseat as a result. Though there was nothing to complain about. They each felt the other's arousal without a shadow of a doubt, unintentionally grinding against the other boy as the car bounced them around.

"You," Shouto began, once again pulling his lips from the older boy's skin to look in those glassy, fierce eyes, "taste sweet."

Without uttering a word of response, Katsuki sat up with Shouto still straddling his hips. With one hand, he reached to the back of his neck and yanked him back to another kiss, this time shoving his tongue into the other's mouth instead. Hungrily, Katsuki's tongue began running over Shouto's. He bit his bottom lip harshly, successfully earning a whiny moan from him.

Then he pulled away.

"You're damn good too," he shot back.

Both their heads were still fuzzy and spinning from the liquor as the cab pulled outside Shouto's apartment building. Shouto stumbled out first, Katsuki right behind him. Shouto grabbed his hand and tugged him along, both boys tripping over air as they tumbled into the lobby and into an elevator. Shouto turned to the control panel to take them up to his floor, yet as he did Katsuki's arms wrapped around him. His hands made a blatant grab for his abdomen and he began kissing and biting at the back of his shoulders.

"Get back here," he muttered through clenched teeth, too impatient to allow Shouto to even press a button. Shouto turned back to him as the elevator took them up several floors, pushing him against the wall. Katsuki's hands felt so good around him, his fingers lightly tugging his hair as he kissed and nipped his lips was thrilling.

As they kissed in the elevator, Shouto grabbed one of Katsuki's legs and wrapped it around his waist. His hand stayed firmly clasped to the underside of his thigh and he pulled his body impossibly closer. Shamelessly, Katsuki ground his hips against Shouto. His rough fingers kept tugging the other’s hair until the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open.

Shouto dropped his leg. He grabbed Katsuki’s hand and pulled him down the hall. They stumbled over every step to the door and Shouto fumbled with his keys. All the while, Katsuki kept kissing and biting the back of his neck. He tugged his collar to the side, kissing the exposed skin and licking along the back of his shoulder. Shouto shuddered. Finally, the door opened and both boys stumbled in the apartment. Shouto pulled Katsuki to the couch, falling onto his back. Katsuki stumbled over top of him and their lips met once more. Shouto's hands fumbled with Katsuki's shirt, tugging it up over his head. Once it came off, Shouto sat up and licked a stripe up his chest. His arm secured Katsuki in place around his back keeping him in place.

Katsuki shuddered. Shouto's tongue was so warm and so soft. A low, drawn-out moan escaped his lips. As it did, Shouto's tongue swirled around one of his nipples. Katsuki shuddered again, gasping when he felt Shouto's teeth sink down on his nipple. Katsuki’s head rolled back, his heart pounding.

Once Shouto finally pulled off Katsuki’s chest, he flipped them both over again. Katsuki’s back hit the cushions. He grabbed Shouto’s shirt and tugged it over his head, struggling a bit to get it off his arms. Desperation left him clumsy. Shouto helped him, tossing his shirt off to the side. Then he began tugging at Katsuki’s belt. He fumbled with the buckle, eventually sliding the belt off his hips. Next came the button and zipper.

As Shouto’s hands worked against his jeans, relieving the tension, Katsuki’s hips rocked upwards. He ached for his touch. It wasn’t soon enough that Shouto’s right hand slipped down the front of his pants. Maybe it was just the effects of his quirk… but his hand was so damn cold. Goosebumps rose up all over his body.

“Fu- Fuck! Use your other hand!”

“Why should I? Doesn’t seem to bother you that much.”

Shouto had a point. Despite Katsuki’s complaints, his hips rolled into Shouto’s hand eagerly. Shouto’s hand pumped him sloppily. Precum leaked onto his fingers steadily. Katsuki’s moans filling the apartment were music to Shouto’s ears. There was no reason to change what he was doing.

After a few more strokes, Shouto pulled his hand away. Precum still leaked down his fingers, leaving them shiny. His his thumb popped into his mouth to lick it off, his eyes still fixed on Katsuki’s. That is, until Katsuki covered his eyes, his arms flung over his face embarrassed.

Shouto tipped his head to the side. Even though he was hiding his eyes, Shouto couldn’t help but notice how plump his lips looked, still wet with his spit. He took his first two fingers and shoved them in his mouth. Katsuki’s arms dropped from his face and he stared up at Shouto in shock.

“It’s good, isn’t it? It’s sweet.”

Katsuki’s tongue rolled around Shouto’s fingers, tasting his own precum. Drool dribbled down his chin and down the younger boy’s hand as he sucked. After a few seconds, Shouto pulled his fingers away, tipping Katsuki’s chin up.

“I told you it was tasty.”

Katsuki’s breath grew heavier and heavier. He pulled away from Shouto and got down on the floor, pushing his thighs apart. One hand braced against his knee, the other rubbing at Shouto’s cock, still straining against his jeans.

“I wanna taste you instead.”

Katsuki yanked down Shouto’s zipper. He stuck his tongue out, licking the wet spot that had formed on his boxers. Shouto moaned, one hand slipping into his hair and pushing his face down between his legs. With his tongue still poking out, Katsuki took Shouto's cock into his mouth over his boxers. He licked up the fabric, his tongue rolling over the tip. The wet stain grew bigger as Katsuki's tongue continued to tease, Shouto's low moans mixed between his slurred words flooding Katsuki's ears.

"Shit, don't be such a tease," Shouto begged, his voice ragged with every heavy breath. Katsuki ignored him, instead taking his mouth away entirely and licking another playful stripe along his entire length. A coy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, the tip of his tongue licking his lip.

“Why should I? Doesn’t seem to bother you that much.”

Shouto’s eyes narrowed. Katsuki’s stupid little face looked so damn smug he had turned the tables on him. Though that look quickly faded when Shouto yanked him up to his feet by his hair and pulled his head back, craning his neck backwards. His opposite hand yanked Katsuki’s pants down his legs and he helped get them off too, then he stood as well.

Letting his hand leave his hair, he trailed his knuckles lightly down Katsuki’s chest. His left thumb rubbed over Katsuki’s nipple, letting the pad of his thumb warm up drastically. Katsuki yelped.

“What’s wrong? I thought you said I was too cold.” Shouto remarked, grabbing his hand and spinning him around to face the couch. He stepped behind him and pushed him over, bending him over the front of the couch. It was a good look, Shouto decided Katsuki looked better with his face against the cushions anyway.

“Fuck you,” Katsuki spat back- earning a smack from Shouto on his ass.

Katsuki simply whined, clenching both hands into tight fists. As he did, Shouto gave another hard smack to his ass, letting his hand linger on him a few moments. The grunt that escaped Katsuki’s throat was music to his ears.

“Misbehaving…” Shouto hummed, slipping his cock out of his boxers, “bad boy.”

He smacked the outside of his thigh, wordlessly pushing his legs together. Confused, Katsuki turned his head back towards the younger boy. Shouto paid him no mind, instead shoving his cock between the blonde’s thighs.

Katsuki moaned.

“You liked that?”

“Shut up. Why would I- hah.. ahh… ohhh…”

Each whiny moan slipped out in perfect sync with how Shouto moved his hips. Katsuki kept his legs closed tightly, offering added friction by rubbing his thighs together over Shouto’s cock. Both boys still had precum dripping, the mixture leaving Katsuki’s thighs wet and sticky.

“Why… why aren’t you just… fucking me already?”

“You haven’t asked.”

Katsuki went quiet after that. Except for the low moans that still spilled from his mouth. It was too hard to think with the alcohol still clouding his thoughts and feeling Shouto’s dick fuck right between his thighs.

He rubbed them together again, whining.

“Just- just fuck me already… please…”

Shouto’s hand came down yet again, a loud smack reverberating throughout the apartment.

“I didn’t hear you.”

Katsuki let out a low, frustrated growl. Those too quickly slipped into whines however, as Shouto smacked his ass for a fourth time and he felt his cock twitch.

“Fuck, Katsuki,” Shouto moaned, his head rolling back, “I’m gonna c-cum…”

Katsuki whipped his head around, unable to believe what he was hearing. He shook his head a few times, nearly frantic in what he asked.

“N-no way! You can’t! Y-you still haven’t fucked me!”

Shouto completely ignored Katsuki’s protests; instead he let his head roll back and a loud moan escape as his orgasm hit. Shockwaves rocked throughout his body as he came between Katsuki’s legs, hot cum coating his inner thighs and dripping down his body.

Slowly, Shouto stepped away. Katsuki’s legs gave out and he fell onto the couch, turning around to glare at his drunken lover.

“You… you… that’s not fair,” he whined, eyes welling up with tears. His bottom lip quivered a bit. This was agony. He was desperate. Shouto was an idiot!

“Are you crying?” Shouto laughed. Katsuki shook his head and looked away, but the younger boy walked over again. One hand lazily knocked Katsuki’s knees apart, his eyes falling to the cum dripping down his scarred legs.

“You’re messy.”

“You came on my legs!”

“And sticky.”

“You came on my legs.”

Shouto still didn’t see the problem. He felt satisfied as hell as he bent over and licked along Katsuki’s mouth. It fell open, his tongue hanging out. Shouto accepted his open mouth as invitation and pushed his tongue inside, exploring all over his mouth. As he did, Shouto straddled Katsuki’s hips. His hands roamed up his body, taking his nipples under each thumb and rolling them around a bit.

Katsuki’s back arched, moans spilling into Shouto’s mouth. His body was feeling so painfully over sensitive, what did he have to do? It wasn’t fair that Shouto got to get off and he didn’t. He felt Shouto’s nimble fingers rolling his nipples, forcing more whiny gasps out of him.

“Shou-Shouto…” he breathed, breaking away from the kiss. His face turned red as the younger boy remained wordless, instead kissing down his chest. His mouth replaced one of his hands at his nipple and swirled around, his teeth biting down harshly. Katsuki’s fingers ran into Shouto’s soft, silky dual-toned locks and as he felt his teeth, he yelped and pulled his hair suddenly.

Katsuki’s reactions only egged Shouto on. He pulled his lips away, letting his tongue flip over the sensitive area once more before pushing the older boy to lay down flat. His fingertips rubbed along the side of his cock, feeling it twitch under his touch.

“Shit Katsuki,” Shouto whispered, “you look like you’re about to explode.”

His fingertips rubbed along his slit, his other hand moving behind his ass. His fingers dipped inside him, a low, drawn-out moan escaping his lips. Shouto felt his cock twitch again in his hand.

“H-hurry up and fuck me already,” Katsuki panted. His hips began to move, fucking himself into Shouto’s hand. The younger boy watched for a few seconds before he began moving his hand too. Katsuki smiled triumphantly- finally getting what he ached for. As Shouto continued moving his hand, the fingers he’d pushed inside the older boy curled and straightened, rubbing his insides.

“About time ya damn bastard,” he breathed. Shouto’s hand moved faster, roughly stroking at Katsuki’s cock more and more. Sinful cries of pleasure filled the room.

Then, he stopped altogether. His hands pulled away and he didn’t touch Katsuki at all.

“W-why did you stop?!” Katsuki demanded, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“You need to calm down.”

“I don’t want to calm down I want to cum!”

Katsuki was still fighting back tears. Shouto wanted to see them spill though. So he did the only reasonable thing! At the very least, it was reasonable to his drunk, incoherent brain.

He wrapped a hand around Katsuki’s cock again and began rubbing the precum all over, his thumb rubbing the tip in firm circles. His cock was twitching in his hand, Shouto could feel how much he ached for it. Katsuki whined, his hips lifting off the couch. Both hands clawed at Shouto’s wrist and arm, begging him wordlessly not to stop. His breathing turning into heavy pants, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Shouto didn’t stop. Katsuki’s cock trembling in his hand excited him. The tears that spilled down his face made him look irresistibly cute. Soft, breathless whines of ‘yes’, ‘please’, and ‘more’ flooded his ears. Katsuki’s hips rocked up against Shouto’s hand, his legs shaking.

Then, once again, the younger boy stopped his ministrations. Katsuki cried. Oversized, angry tears rolled down his cheeks. It wasn’t fair! Shouto was such a damn bastard!

“Fuck! Fuck me, Shouto! Hurry up! I can’t take this shit anymore!” He cried, knuckles turning white from the deathly tight grip he had on the couch cushion.

“You have to earn it,” Shouto replied, leaning forward to kiss Katsuki’s lips, “say I’m your best friend too.”

Shouto took both Katsuki’s wrists and pushed them above his head, then pressed another kiss to his mouth, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip. He pressed his body against the other boy’s, rolling his hips to grind against him. After a few moments, he broke away.

“Say it,” he growled, letting go of one wrist to give a little smack to his cheek. Then his hand gripped his jaw tightly, forcing him to look into his eyes, “say I’m your best friend.”

A soft whimper escaped Katsuki’s lips. He just had to say it, then maybe Shouto would finally fuck him. Anticipation boiled deep in his belly.

“You… you’re my best friend,” he said softly, “you’re my best friend!”

Shouto flashed a toothy, smug grin. Finally! He finally said it!

“Good boy.”

He pushed Katsuki’s legs apart, wiggling between them. One hand moved to yank his boxers off, then hold the underside of his thigh, pushing his knee up to his chest. Katsuki’s face burned red.

He was so exposed. But that wasn’t even the embarrassing part. What left him feeling hot and humiliated was just how much he liked being exposed like this. How much he liked Shouto’s eyes on him, how much he liked the intensity of the situation. His heart was pounding hard enough to hurt his chest.

Then, finally, after all his torment, Shouto pressed his cock against Katsuki’s ass. He slowly pushed himself in, steadily adding one inch after the last. As he did, Katsuki moaned out. His head rolled to the side, his back arching up off the couch. Once Shouto was completely inside the other, he leaned forward, pressing their bodies against one another. One hand slipped underneath his head and pulled him into a deep, sloppy kiss.

Katsuki kissed him back for a few seconds, his arms locking around Shouto's neck before he turned his face away.

"Move... please, move..."

Shouto didn't speak, instead finally deciding to oblige with Katsuki's wishes. He slowly pulled himself almost completely out of him, only to slam back inside as hard as he could. The scream Katsuki let out was heavenly. Katsuki's insides hurt from the invasion. Shouto wasn't modestly built and Katsuki's inexperienced body hadn't been fully prepared. Nevertheless, Katsuki wouldn't have been able to wait regardless of whether or not he'd been properly prepared anyway.

"Whats'a matter? Does it hurt?" Shouto asked, tipping his head innocently to the side. Katsuki nods, and Shouto notices the few tears dotting the corner of his eyes.

"Then I'll stop, okay?"

"No! Don't stop, don't- don't stop!"

Happy to indulge his dear friend, Shouto repeated the action time and time again, each stroke of his cock getting faster than the last one.  He could feel Katsuki's insides clenching around him each time his cock re-entered him. A mix of moans and curses slipped from both boy's lips, filling the apartment. Katsuki wrapped both his legs around Shouto's waist, lifting his hips some. From this new angle, Shouto was able to hit into Katsuki at a new, deeper angle. The sudden change had the blonde scratching down Shouto's back, throwing his head to the side, his eyes squeezed shut. Shouto leaned forward and kissed his cheek, still sticky from all the tears he'd shed earlier.

"You're being so good now," he whispered. Katsuki's ears took on a darker red hue as Shouto kept on speaking.

"Your ass feels really good, ah, I want to cum again. I wanna cum inside this time."

Katsuki nodded his consent to Shouto, turning his face back forwards and pulling him into a kiss himself this time. He bit his bottom lip, tugging it for a moment before he pulled back.

"Let me cum this damn time," he breathed, "please, let me..."

Katsuki's begging continued to give Shouto a rush. He'd never tire of it or of the power he held- power that Katsuki was so willing to give him. It was only fair, at this point, to let Katsuki finally have his orgasm. Shouto's thrusts didn't slow, Katsuki's begging only served to get him more and more excited.

In no time, Katsuki's hips rocked upwards to meet Shouto's. They rolled against his, Katsuki's entire body dripping with sweat and shaking. Just a few moments later his high crashed over him. He yelled out a few filthy curses, his nails scratching even harder down Shouto's back. Feeling his insides clench and tighten around his cock was too much for Shouto to bear, Katsuki unintentionally forcing a dry orgasm out of him.

As both boys came off their intense, respective highs, Shouto slowly began to move his hips slowly again. Katsuki's eyes widened and he shook his head. Hadn't they already both cum? Why was he continuing?

"No, no, Sh-shouto please, not again..."

Shouto flashed another smile. One hand moved down Katsuki's body, his fingertips lightly grazing his chest and belly. Then he traced along his hip bone, Katsuki's body shivering under the gentle caresses. Katsuki's eyes fell shut. He savored every soft touch, not wanting Shouto to stop touching him. This was a nice end to the torment he'd been forced to endure.

Just as he was beginning to fully relax, Shouto's hand curled around his cock once more. Immediately, Katsuki's hand latched around Shouto's wrist. Nevertheless, that didn't stop Shouto from stroking his cock, pumping him hard and fast. Katsuki kicked, thrashing around underneath him. The sight had Shouto chuckling to himself.

“Sh-shit, shit, fuck!” He choked out, still attempting to stop Shouto’s hand. It was a futile attempt, as Shouto kept rubbing his hand along Katsuki's length.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to cum."

"I just did! I can't... not again, p-please!"

Shouto shook his head. Katsuki had been begging for so long now. He wanted to cum more than anything a few minutes ago. The younger boy saw absolutely no reason to not make his friend cum again and again. It was what he wanted! He'd begged so well, too. This was a reward! He was rewarding him! Katsuki should have been more thankful.

As Katsuki continued to whine about his circumstances, Shouto's thumb rolled over the tip of his cock. His thumb rubbed along his slit a couple times, causing Katsuki to cry out at the top of his lungs and forcing another orgasm out of him. He was left trembling, his chest rising and falling heavily with each shaky breath he took. Beads of sweat rolled down his body. Shouto took his hand away and licked his fingers clean, staying quiet as he watched the pitiful excuse for a top hero crumble beneath him. Ah, his best friend was so cute. He was having so much fun! And Katsuki felt good, too! He climbed off the other and stood up, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him onto his knees on the floor.

Katsuki, still in a daze from his second orgasm, looked up at Shouto with a confused expression. Shouto sat down, his legs apart.

"I want to cum again too," he explained, "use your mouth."

Katsuki could only give a little nod as he crawled over, making himself comfortable between Shouto's legs. His lips parted, his eyes falling shut. One hand kept his balance as he leaned forward, the other wrapping around the base of Shouto's cock to pump what he wouldn't be able to fit in his mouth.

"Uh-uh, no hands, Shouto corrected, "mouth only."

Katsuki obeyed. He dropped his hand down to the floor and took Shouto into his mouth, starting slow. He bobbed his head up and down the first two inches, letting drool collect in his mouth. His tongue rolled over the tip- he could still clearly taste him from when he'd cum against his thighs earlier. The saltiness was almost addictive. Shouto let his head roll back, soft sighs of pleasure escaping his lips. Scooting closer, Katsuki tried to take in the next few inches into his mouth. Shouto began sliding down his throat as Katsuki pushed himself. More drool built up in his mouth, running down the corners of his lips. Strained, muffled groans escaped as he tried to bob his head up and down yet again. Each time he lowered his head, he felt himself choke a little bit more. Yet he still continued without complaint.

"Stick your ass up more."

Once again, Katsuki obeyed. He stuck out his ass in the air as best he could, his hands moving to support himself on either of Shouto's thighs. Once he was high enough, Shouto reached an arm out and rubbed down his back. Katsuki let out a muffled moan. His hand felt so nice... it was such a pleasant, welcome change to what he was used to. He felt the hand rub his back a few times, his fingertips gliding along the very bottom so lightly. Then Shouto leaned forward. Katsuki peeked up, seeing a sly smile above him. Shouto's eyes were looking past Katsuki's face. He reached his hand further. Anticipation built quickly deep in Katsuki's chest. He wasn't going to try and make him cum a third time, was he? That was too cruel.

He didn't.

Instead, the palm of his hand came crashing down on Katsuki, leaving a bright red, glowing splotch on his ass. His nails dug into Shouto's legs and he whimpered loudly around his cock. It burned, more than a simple spank like that should've. Before the sting had faded, Shouto spanked him again. That same burn coursed through Katsuki's body and before he could relax the deathly tight hold he had on the other boy, Shouto had 2 fingers plunged deep inside his ass. Another groan was muffled by how full his mouth was and he squeezed his eyes shut, mumbling the word 'please' around Shouto's length. That was when Shouto looked down at his face again.

"What was that? I can't understand you with your mouth full."

Katsuki shot daggers at Shouto. Shouto didn't seem to mind.

"Here, let me help you."

His free hand moved to the back of Katsuki's head and, without a word, shoved him down further. He held him firmly, forcing Katsuki to choke on his entire cock and not allowing him to come up for a breath. Katsuki frantically scratched at Shouto's thighs. Tears began streaming down his face again as he struggled for air. The whole time, Shouto's fingers steadily pumped in and out of Katsuki, curling upwards and rubbing incessantly against that soft, sensitive area deep inside of the older boy. Katsuki was shaking once more. Tiny fingernail indents cluttered Shouto's legs. Katsuki continued scratching his thighs, trying to get his attention that he was running out of air. Yet still, Shouto seemed unbothered. Instead of allowing him to come up for his much-needed breath, Shouto added a third finger. He spread his fingers slightly, stretching Katsuki. Another choked, muffled slew of loud moans escaped him, somehow. That caught Shouto's eye.

He fisted Katsuki's hair and began moving his head for him, pulling him up a few inches before pushing him back down completely. Teardrops landed on his legs, but he didn't mind. Shouto liked this vulnerable side of Katsuki's. As he moved his head, Shouto's fingers kept spreading apart and coming together again. The whole ordeal was agony to Katsuki. Somehow, Shouto was managing to hurt him and make his body hot with pleasure he'd never thought of before. It was unbearable. Yet Shouto showed no signs of stopping or slowing down.

Katsuki's body was already painfully sensitive from the previous two orgasms. But after just a minute, he realized that Shouto had no intention of stopping at merely two. His fingers began pumping in and out of him again at a quick pace, causing Katsuki to cry out. Once he sped up, it didn't take very long for him to scream with pleasure. Or maybe it was pain. Regardless, this time a dry orgasm tore through his body. He could hardly keep himself up, but he did by sheer force of will. As his orgasm hit, Shouto had shoved Katsuki back down his cock once again and held him there. Unbeknownst to him, his mouth tightened. The vibrations in his mouth from his muffled screaming and moaning felt heavenly, Shouto couldn't help but let his own orgasm wash over him. His cock twitched once, then twice in the back of Katsuki's throat before his cheeks puffed out, full of cum. Finally, Shouto allowed Katsuki to pull away and catch his breath. He brought his own hands back up to himself too.

Katsuki swallowed as much as he could, though a good amount dripped down his mouth. He panted, his tongue lolling out still coated faintly white.

Wordlessly, Shouto leaned forward and picked Katsuki up from underneath his arms. He picked him up into his lap, his grip moving down to his hips. Katsuki shook his head no- he was too damn sensitive! He couldn't take any more of this cruelty! But Shouto picked him up nonetheless and shifted him right over his cock again, slowly lowering him down. Katsuki's head is thrown back, a loud cry escaping him. Feeling Shouto fill him once again sends chills all throughout his body. Yet Shouto didn't move once he was fully inside.

"Go on," he gently encouraged, "bounce."

Katsuki hesitated a moment, still taking heavy breaths. But then he began to do as Shouto instructed. He lifted his hips and then dropped them back down again and again, almost lazy with his actions. Though he quickly began moving faster, bouncing more animatedly. His hands reached behind him, braced on Shouto's knees. His back arched deeply as he moved. Shouto watched him, letting one hand rub along his chest and abs. A thumb rolled over one of his nipples and Shouto was rewarded with a little whimper. Katsuki got a bit faster too, his breathing heavier and heavier. Though he didn't try and stop Shouto from touching him this time. So once again, Shouto took one of Katsuki's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. Katsuki's head was thrown back, his hips rolling back and forth.

"Fuck, Shouto! Fuck!"

Shouto continued touching him, his free hand wrapping around his cock. Right away he began to pump at his cock again a few times before his fingers moved to tease his slit again. Whimpers escaped from Katsuki's throat as his body heated up more and more. That deep, burning heat so low inside him began to grow more and more. It felt intense, his climax looming over him. For a moment, Katsuki wasn't sure in his current state if he could even handle it. But that didn't seem to be of any concern to Shouto. He just continued to play with Katsuki's body until that all-too nerve-wracking climax hit. Katsuki screamed out at the very top of his lungs, heavy tears rolling down his face. A few seconds after Katsuki's hit, Shouto was struck by his own intense orgasm. Katsuki's body convulsing over him, his insides tightening around his cock was too much to bear. He came inside the older boy, relaxing back against the couch as he finally calmed down. Katsuki slumped forward too, laying his head on Shouto's shoulder.

Looking over at him, Shouto saw an expression he'd never thought he'd see in all the years he had known Katsuki Bakugou. His cheeks were streaked with tears, his eyes glazed over. His lips still parted and an all-around dazed expression covering his every feature. Though, Shouto was sure he must've looked similarly fucked-out, as he couldn't handle any more either. One hand moved to brush some hair that had stuck to the side of Katsuki's face away. He leaned forward and kissed him. Katsuki kissed back, his arms wrapping around his neck. Shouto's tongue easily took control, slowly swirling around Katsuki's and guiding him back and forth. After a few long seconds, they both broke away.

"I'm tired," Katsuki said, his voice much quieter than normal.

"You can sleep here," Shouto replied.

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Mommy, Please

Pairing; Katsuki Bakugou x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 3232

Content (TWs) Male!Sub/Fem!Dom, Praise, Mommy, Humiliation, Degradation, Bondage, Begging, Crying, Spanking

Note: Katsuki Bakugou is 21+ in all stories

“See, Katsuki?” You purr to him, one hand running down his body delicately. His chest rising and falling heavily with each ragged breath, his cheeks heated to a deep shade of red. Whether it was from the way your hands barely grazed his body or having you straddling his hips didn’t matter… his reactions were fucking delicious.

“See what happens when you act like a little brat?”

His eyes narrow at you, he grits his teeth and glares. But instead of saying anything in return, he goes quiet. He doesn’t have anything to say to you- he knows he’s misbehaved and is paying the price for it. He knows you want him to beg you to forgive his transgressions but he won’t. Katsuki Bakugou didn’t beg anyone.

Especially not you of all people.

One of your hands swiftly latch around his throat and squeezes the sides firmly. Your other hand rubs down his chest, feeling how his heart is racing. Both his hands grab your thighs, calloused fingers squeezing the sides of your legs. His warm fingertips slip under the hem of your skirt.

“Feeling a little excited, hm?” You taunt, massaging his chest a bit, your slender fingers working up to undo the top 3 buttons of his shirt.

“Shut up, y/n.” He shoots, his eyes flickering away to stare at the wall opposite his bed. Though you could easily take his lack of denial as confirmation. And you do.

“Naughty boy, I just asked you a question.”

Once again, your hand comes down to leave a playful little smack to his cheek. This time a bit harder than the last. You let your hand linger on his face a moment before you finish unbuttoning his top, the fabric falling off his sides and leaving his entire torso exposed.

For a moment, you watch his chest as it rises and falls with each heavy breath he takes. His stomach sucks in for a few moments from the sudden cold air. Your eyes trail along the paths of scarring from years of training to be a hero and then the years of saving people that followed. Of course he starts to feel warm as you do this- you know exactly what you do to him.

His hands move from your hips to grip the hem of your blouse, trying to tug it up over your head from where he lay down. When he can’t do it, you let go of his throat to grab the shirt and pull it over your head. The top falls from your hands onto the floor. Katsuki’s eyes ogle your figure before him, your body beginning to be exposed for him.

Katsuki stares at you with an indescribable hunger, one that leaves butterflies swarming in your stomach. He licks his lips, his eyes taking in every inch of your cute tummy. His gaze runs up over your breasts and face, finally landing on your eyes.

“Sexy little bitch, ain’t ya?”

“Come again?”

He’s got once chance to rephrase his comment before you make your move.

“I said, you’re daddy’s sexy bitch.”

Oh. So he wants to play that game.

If that’s the case, then a brat is exactly how you’ll treat him. You drag your nails lightly down his chest, running over his tight, muscular body.

“Knock it off, dammit!” He spits at you, only for you to dig your nails further into his skin. The little yelp he lets out only proves to encourage you further.

You slowly unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants, slipping a hand down the front of them as his eyes never leave your face. Your hand easily wraps around his length and you begin stroking at his cock at an even, steady pace.

“H-hey, don’t fucking-“ he gasps out a bit, his face flushing an even more stunning shade of red as he feels your cool hand. His nails dig deeper into your thighs than before and scratch down a bit.

“If you really wanted me to stop, then why are you so hard?” You taunt, completely ignoring his pitiful protests. It didn’t matter- you were going to get what you wanted from him. Just like you always did.

“I- I’m not…” he stammers, his breath catching in his throat a bit. The adorable blush only seems to spread over his ears as you stroke him, running your thumb across his slit just to hear him whine through gritted teeth.

The more he acts like he hates this, the more you love it. You swing your leg over his hips again, yanking away from his desperate attempt to cling to you, only to climb off him and walk over to his closet.

“He-hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He snaps, sitting up. His eyes don’t once leave you. You dig around in the back of his closet, searching for the toys you’d hidden in there despite his arguments.

“Will you be quiet?”

He shuts up at the command. Of course he would though- despite his bratty little protests you and he both know how much he thrives off the praise you offered him when he obeyed.

When you leave the closet, both hands clutched behind your back, you offer him a warm smile. His eyes narrow.

"The hell did you do?"

"Don't talk to me like that, unless you want to stop?"

The silence that follows is plenty an answer for you, but the way his red eyes shift away from your own adds to it even more. So you take a few long, confident strides over, shifting all the toys in your hands over to one side and lift your now-empty hand to push him back down onto the bed. Your sweet smile turns naughty and you can see the fear and anticipation in his face.

He looks so adorable, like a frightened little puppy just waiting to be corrupted. And you’re the only one up for the task.

"Y/n," Katsuki repeats, "what the hell are you doing?"

His voice is softer this time, less aggressive. You can hear the apprehension in each word.

"Don't worry," you reply, "just shut your eyes and trust your girlfriend."

Katsuki hesitates a moment, but he knows trusting you right then is somehow the best and worst option. You were merciless yet somehow he always came crawling back for more. So he does as you say and shuts his eyes. Once he has finally obeyed, you set down the small selection of toys and pick up a string of anal beads.

Silently, you watch Katsuki to make sure he stays obedient. His breath gets caught in his throat and he squeezes his eyes shut tight more. The toy is then set down on the bed as you lean forward and kiss his lips.

"You're my good boy, aren't you, Katsuki?" You purr sweetly. It's important to you to know how he's feeling throughout your night together. Is he behaving? Is he continuing to be a brat?

Your treatment of him relies solely on how he acts and he knows it just as well as you do. He's craving your gentle words and praises. Hid body yearns for that sweet, addictive overstimulation mixed with your gentle care.

But he's much too proud to admit that aloud. At least, not without putting up a fight. Yet listening to the sweet sound of your voice purring praise at him fills butterflies in his stomach.

Finally, he speaks.

"M-mhm," he breathes, keeping his lips pressed shut.

"Mhm, what?" You push for more. If Katsuki is going to be rewarded, dammit, he needs to earn it.

After a few more lingering moments of silence, Katsuki speaks once more. His voice is low and his eyes stay shut. You relish in seeing this side of him. This sweet, shy and submissive side of him that's for your eyes only. Behind the aggressive pro hero- the one always shouting about how he's gonna kill all the villains and be the greatest hero there ever was, was this shy, gentle little thing just waiting for you to break him.

How could you refuse?

"I'm your g-good boy," he speaks out lowly.

He really is such a good boy for you. Only for you, and no one else.

As a reward, you grip his jaw and turn his face back up towards your own. You confirm that yes, he is such a good boy, and kiss him once more. With your free hand you move to grab the beads. He doesn't notice, too engulfed in the delicious flavor of your lips and tongue.

As wonderful as it is to kiss him, you break away to focus on the task at hand. You slip his jeans off his body, tugging them off his legs and discarding them somewhere off the bed, His thighs, much like the rest of him, is cluttered with slight scarring from his work. His boxers follow suit, being discarded and forgotten someplace else in the room.

Reaching to the pile of toys you’d fetched, you grab a bottle of lubricant and squirt a hefty glob onto the beads. Katsuki’s eyes twitch as he hears the bottle squirt out the lubricant. Your fingers expertly lather the beads, thoroughly wetting the toy before you begin using it on him.

“Ah, fuck!” He shouts, gritting his teeth as he feels the first, small bead press against his ass. The cold lubricant makes him jump. You ease the first bead inside, his head thrown back.

“Look at me, Katsuki.”

His eyes open. The soft, needy expression they hold are enough to make you want to give him everything he wants.

If only you weren’t every bit as stubborn as he was.

After a few moments, you add the second bead.

“Dammit y/n! Fuckin’ warn me next time!” He shouts. You, smiling, offer him precisely what he wanted.

“Alright… I’m going to add another,” you tell him easily. Once again you lean towards him, whispering in his ear, “and another, and another, and another until you’re all filled up.”

Katsuki’s blush deepens. You can feel the heat radiating off his face. Poking your tongue out, you give a soft kitten lick up the side of his ear and sit back up to make good on your promise. The third bead slides in with relative ease and he moans out, drool beginning to run down the corner of his mouth.

The fourth bead is more of a challenge to push in. He groans out, his eyes squeezing shut again as you force the fourth bead into him. He fists the sheets by his head, his arm bent up beside his face with one hand. The other opens and closes a few times, yearning for something to hold onto. He’s silent, too. That is, except for the sweet pants and whines slipping from his lips. His eyes roll back in his skull as you add a fifth, his composure falling to the wayside. It’s tighter than the last 4, going in with a bit more effort than the last. But you manage to fit it in too.

He’s almost cracked. He’s almost finally broken for you, ready to give you whatever it takes for you to give him what he wants.

“Mommy, please,” he moans out, “don’t tease me so much… I can’t take it.”

Mommy. The word sends chills through your body. You notice the wet spot forming faster and faster against your underwear. The tingly ache between your legs growing more and more. Katsuki’s begging always riled you up in just the most glorious, sinful way.

“You take it so well though, Mommy can’t resist teasing her perfect baby boy.”

“Bitch.”

You aren’t supposed to hear it. He mutters the insult under his breath. But you do. Unfortunately for him. Without even asking if you’d heard correctly- you know you did -you bring one hand down on the outside of his thigh. He yelps, not expecting the sudden smack.

He glares at you. You stare back, matching his intensity. Once again, the palm of your hand comes down on his thigh. Katsuki bites his lip, trying not to cry out. Despite keeping his mouth shut, muffled whines escape his vocal cords.

“D-damn bitch!” He yells again, only this time it’s due to the pain you’ve inflicted onto the side of his leg. Instead of hitting him again, you turn to your toys and grab a pretty turquoise scarf. You let it dance up his tummy and chest, barely grazing his skin. Once it reaches his face, you speak.

“Arms.”

He obeys, lifting his arms above his head. You loop the scarf around his wrists and tie a tight knot to the headboard, rendering him unable to touch you any further. It’s his punishment for insulting you.

Once he’s been properly restrained, you give the side of his face a good smack, letting your hand rest on his cheek. Katsuki shuts up, embarrassed of the rush he gets when you so wordlessly degrade him. Words aren’t always needed. Instead, your soft, cool hand giving out discipline is exactly why he does what he does.

His short, ragged breaths, the rise and fall of his chest, and pitiful whines have you feeling powerful.

“F-fuck,” he pants, his resolve finally breaking, “just, fuck me already.”

Finally, what you’ve been waiting for. Katsuki’s desperation beating out his pride. Just for you. This secret, almost shameful weakness finally comes to light between the two of you. Leaning forward, you press a firm kiss to his lips again.

“Ask nicely.”

It’s a test. You want to make sure his resolve has truly snapped and he knows it. Katsuki is well aware of what it takes to get what his body yearns for.

“Please, Mommy,” he begs breathlessly, “please fuck me already. I wanna be inside you. I… I need it, please.”

The wet spot between your legs grows more and more with each pathetic, whiny word. Your swing your leg back over his hips, straddling his cock. Your hips roll against his, the dampening fabric of your panties being the only thing separating you two.

“I can’t say no when my good boy begs so well,” you whisper, slipping your soaked panties off and letting them drop to the floor. Katsuki’s eyes run up and down your body, the hunger he has for you tenfold of what it was before.

Before you sink onto him, you pick up the bottle of lube again and squirt another generous handful into your palm. Even though you know you’re plenty wet enough as is, there’s certainly no harm in slathering Katsuki too. So you do: your soft hand once again wraps around his cock and you thoroughly coat his cock in the lubricant.

Already he’s leaking precum, moaning out as your hand strokes him just so perfectly.

“Mommy, please,”

It looks almost painful- your poor, sweet little hero in agony, impatiently waiting to feel your hot, wet hole engulf him. But you can’t wait any more than he can. Lining up just so, you gradually lower yourself onto his dick. The mixture of your own wetness, the lubricant, and his own precum makes it difficult to not just slam him in entirely.

“Hah… Katsuki,” you draw out his name, sinking lower and lower, until finally your hips drop down completely, taking his entire length inside. Your head rolls back as you finally indulge in the pleasure your body has been crying for. Katsuki groans out too, you can feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“M-Mommy,” he pants, tears beginning to spill down the corners of his eyes, “move… please… m-move…”

You nod, slowly beginning to roll your hips. Gradually you begin to pick up speed, bouncing your hips as you go. Both hands bracing yourself on his thighs, your nails dig into his skin as you begin bouncing faster and faster. His cock slides in and out with ease. Pretty tears slip down his cheeks. It seems he’s broken in the most delicious way, crying as pleasure mixes with pain until he can’t tell which is which.

Katsuki begins to writhe around under you. He pulls at the scarf, desperate to get a handful of you. But he doesn’t break free- the taut knot you tied tells him not to. His hips buck up, his cock gliding into you repeatedly.

“Fuck… fuck, Katsuki,” you pant, your eyes glossy as you look down at him, “you drive me fucking insane… fuck, you’re such a good boy… such a good boy for me…”

He gasps out, filthy moans spilling from his mouth. Drool runs down his tongue and you feel him once again twitch inside of you. The heat in your own stomach builds faster and faster. It feels like it’s going to explode but you don’t want it to too early. One hand leaves Katsuki’s thigh as you continue to roll your hips, selfishly wanting to feel his cock rubbing against every inch of your pussy.

As you do, your hand reaches down behind you, grabbing the looped handle of the anal beads still inside him.

“N-no wait, please, if you do that I-I’ll…” He begs, his voice frantic. But you do what you want anyway, tugging at the toy. He screams. He can’t keep his voice in any longer and those cries of pleasure are music to your ears.

Suddenly you yank the first one out. The sudden stimulation sends Katsuki reeling. Hot bursts of thick cum overfill your pussy. His cock twitching and sputtering inside you is just what you’d been holding out for. Your own orgasm rocks through you, leaving you breathless.

Both of you stay still a few moments to catch your breath. Then you carefully climb off of him, untying the scarf from his wrists. Immediately his arms encircle your waist, the side of his face pressed against your breasts. You stroke his hair.

“You did so well, my sweet boy,” you whisper, wiping the streaky tears from his face, “I’m so proud. You’re such a good boy for me.” He nods a thank you, still clinging onto you as tightly as he can.

“Let Mommy take the rest of the beads out, okay?”

Once again, Katsuki nods. His body is on high alert, every inch sensitive to your touch. Carefully, you once again grab the looped handle of the beads and begin to pull. Katsuki moans, his body enjoying the gentle way you remove each bead one by one. His thighs shake all the way through the removal. Then, once that’s done, you set them on the nightstand to be washed.

That can be done later. For now, you cup Katsuki’s cheeks and make him look at you. His eyes are still glossy, his eyelids hooded over his eyes keeping them half-shut. He smiles a dopey little grin, tipping his face into one hand.

“I love you Mommy.”

He sounds almost drunk, his words lazily strung together. He craves your affection and approval now more than any other time, now when you both know he’s at his most vulnerable.

You lay down on the bed beside him, your head against the pillows. He follows suit, instead using your chest as where he lays his head. Your fingers begin to run through his messy blonde hair.

“I love you too, baby boy.”

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[mhamusings]

Hello I don’t know how to start this.

This is an 18+ fanfiction sideblog, mainly for myself to get back into writing and improve my skill.

I’ve enjoyed writing all my life but have spent most of that time not writing. I enjoy writing explicit content and pushing boundaries through fiction and letting my creative side run wild.

That being said I do not condone any illegal actions. What is written is purely fictional and should be taken as such.

Anyway, as I said I made this blog to get back to writing! I’m going to use this blog to write NSFW My Hero Academia oneshots. Please send requests I never know what plot to write. Yes! I will take requests!

However there are a (very few) things I will not write.

I will not write

Incest

KiriBaku

EraserMic

EndHawks

IzuOcha

Eri or Kota (but who would even request that?)

Vore

Inflation

Piss/scat/vomit

However I will write anything else! I will also be sure to use proper TWs on my tags as well as put the actual writing under a cut. Above the cut will include the content that’s being written so if anyone is uncomfortable they can scroll past it! But this is a kink-shaming free zone. This is a place to indulge yourself freely. I am not here to judge you and I hope you offer me the same kindness.

As I said before: this blog is exclusively for 18+ readers. If I find any minors lurking around on this account I will block you, no questions asked.

Anyway I really hope you all enjoy my writing!

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Edit: all my work can also be found on my AO3 in case Tumblr continues to ban spicy work.