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"What is a puny human doing here?" A demon hisses, tongue slithering out like a snake. Beady eyes stare down at Izuku's little frame, greatly diminished by the abuse he had been subjected to. Izuku stares down at his feet, gulping quietly. He can't do anything in this situation—he's powerless here.
"Oi! Human, I asked you a question!" His hair - a little garden of moss curls - is yanked harshly, making him shriek, tears bubbling in the corners of his eyes. His hands fly up to clutch the demon's wrist, yelping at how scalding the demon's skin is. His fingertips burn and redden quickly as his hands shake, and his diaphragm quivers with barely bitten-back sobs. The heat radiating off his curls, the smell of burning hair invading his nostrils. He can't help the sob that breaks past chapped lips, echoing in the quiet hallway. A single tear slides down his cheek, crystal clear and delicate as it spatters onto the hallway flooring.
Just like the demon's blood spatters on the floor. The demon that stood before him, gripping his singed hair, is nowhere to be found, now just a smear on the beautiful stone flooring. The cold slate flooring is suddenly marred with jagged spatters of red and bits of entrails scattered about. The spatter is large and seemingly unending before he's crowded away from the gore that lays on the floor before him.
He's pushed into Kacchan's chest, the demon's warm worried rumbling soothing his panicked soul. Kacchan's hands - big enough for him to sit in them - are warm on his back, trailing up his jutting spine through his thin skin. Kacchan's warmth - of his body, his hands, his presence - keeps him from spiraling, safe and secure in his mate's hold.
Even after a good six months of being the demon king's mate, he could never truly stomach the gore. The blood. The death that surrounded him. It always made his skin rise, but he kept it on the down low. Although, Kacchan surely knew. He knew his mate was the all-powerful demon king, and he was sure Kacchan was hiding many of his abilities. Probably for whatever lewd uses Kacchan often showed to him, but he digresses.
Kacchan always knew what Izuku was thinking, feeling, and everything.
They were connected.
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"Deku, my love," Kacchan rumbles quietly, a certain tone to his voice. It's rugged and cracked, pained even. Kacchan kneels at the foot of the bed, where Izuku is sat on, his little brittle body wrapped in a warm blanket, with little slippers on his feet. "I failed you, my queen," He rumbles, gentle like a slow-crawling thunderstorm. "I let someone hurt you,"
"But you saved me," Izuku chastises, bumping Kacchan's head with his little hand. "Kacchan is my savior, sure my hair is a little singed, but Kacchan saved me again," Izuku giggles, and Kacchan groans, dark carmine eyes staring up at him. Izuku leans down, pecking Kacchan on the nose as the demon blows heavy ember-filled smoke out of his nose. "My hero,"
Kacchan jumps.
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Izuku whimpers in the back of his throat as he is settled on Kacchan's warm lap. His pleads and wanton moans are gargled, eyes teary and blind with tears. Kacchan stares down at him through the thick sheen of tears that collects in his eyes, carmine eyes alight with a blaze of roaring lust.
The arousal in the room is palpable and crawls up Izuku's spine in pleasant shivers, just like Kacchan's hands do. They trace and trail up and down his jutting spine, counting each knobbly bone that pokes at his thin skin. Kacchan's fingers are warm and radiate a pulsing heat that warms his core and makes his cunt clench.
Kacchan is relentless, the room smelling of sweetened pastries and heady lust, clogging Izuku's nostrils as he gags and moans weakly, feeling his cunt throb and his throat stretch around the twirling tongues fucking his throat. Kacchan's grin is easy to feel against his spit-soaked mouth, sharp teeth prickling at his lips as a heavy hand slithers between his nude thighs. Kacchan's tongues - that work in tandem - twist and expand in an ever-running loop of pressure that bulges his throat. He can feel Kacchan's cock twitch from where it lays drooling on his thigh, untouched and neglected.
Not that Kacchan minded, he's sure.
Izuku weakly grips one of Kacchan's wrists, drunk on the tantalizing movement of Kacchan's tongues in his throat, fucking his sensitive throat, just like Kacchan does with his cock. The tongues violate his throat in a way that makes his cunt throb and leak slick, and his clit twitch and pulse. He feels hot and heavy, like raw iron bubbling after coming out of the forge. Red-hot with arousal, burned by Kacchan's scorching presence and almost scalding heat that radiates off of the demon king in warping waves.
Izuku jumps and shrieks a moan as Kacchan's tongues take on a forked tip, tickling his sensitive throat as Kacchan's warm hand teases his clit. Thick fingers that almost feel red-hot jerk up and down the short length of his pudgy clit, jerking the fat length between two calloused fingers doused in his slick. He can feel their swapped saliva drool down his mouth, making his eyes slowly roll back.
Izuku cannot help but buck into Kacchan's unbothered fingers jerking the little fat length of his slick-soaked and kiss-swollen clit—eyes rolled up into his skull as he succumbs to the pleasure thrumming in his body and veins. It's outrageous to deny the pleasure Kacchan gives him, something so raw and decadent. Izuku is sure he couldn't live without it.
Katsuki's sure he'll cum from the beautiful sight below him. Deku looks like a damn treat, smelling of sweet pastries and lust—Katsuki wants to devour him even more. He wants to taste Izuku's core, the rawness that Izuku possesses in his little bright soul, as white as beautiful white silk.
Katsuki was sure it'd taste better than anything that had ever graced his tastebuds.
With a bleeding grin that Katsuki knows Izuku can feel, he continues to jerk the fat, well-loved length of Deku's little clit, feeling it pulse and fatten in between his fingers, slick soaking his lap. His cock lays neglected, but Katsuki is sure he'll be able to fuck Deku fat of cum soon, but for now, his queen's pleasure reigns supreme.
With the hand that had previously been trailing up Deku's spine, counting each knobbly vertebrae, he slowly winds his thickly calloused hand around Deku's throat, feeling the sensitive, kiss-swollen, and nibbled skin bulge with each thrust of his tongues. He can feel how Deku's throat distends with each bullying thrust down Deku's sensitive throat, tracing the kiss-marked and hickey-marked skin. Deku's throat was a piece of art depicting lust and possession. Teeth marks and aggravated red raised lines drawn by his canines marr the sides of Deku's throat, by his pulse point and sweet spot. Blotting hickeys hide Deku's soft, freckled skin, marred with possessiveness Katsuki couldn't help.
Because someone touched Deku. Demeaned the queen of demons. Had the gall to put scorching hands on Deku's beautiful garden of moss curls and scorch a part of the beautiful mossy curls. Burn the green strands an ashy black and grey.
But Katsuki had taken care of the problem - that shouldn't have even happened in the first place, damn it - and spattered the stone flooring with filth. Painted rough ash grey and charcoal black bright red and muddled pink, and other fleshy tones. Wiped the filth off of the face of the earth, heaven, and hell.
Katsuki's groans turn into a moan as Deku's quivering thighs bump against his cockhead, smearing pre-cum on freckled thighs that quiver and shake with each rough tug to Deku's clit. He watches Deku slowly grow limp and lax in his hold, a possessive but gentle hold, succumbing to the pleasure that thrumbs through his queen's veins. He can feel it in his own, pumping through his veins without stopping, making his body grow goosebumps at the feeling.
Izuku's eyes roll back as tears curl down his apple-red cheeks, drool leaking down his chin as Kacchan grins against his lips. Canines dig into his plush lips, making them burn with pained pleasure as he scrabbles for a hold of something. His dull, trimmed nails catch on Kacchan's arms, digging his fingers into Kacchan's thick biceps, scraping aggravated lines into Kacchan's beautiful sun-kissed skin. Kacchan hums into the kiss, and the vibrations that travel through feel raw, making him clamp down on nothing—arousal burning in his gut as he cums.
Hard.
He gurgles, and squeals, muffled by the tongues shoved down his bulging throat, as he cums without stopping. Kacchan's heavy fingers jerking his fat little clit don't stop, prolonging the pleasure as Izuku digs his fingers deeper, feeling Kacchan's boiling blood seep out around his curved fingernails. The boiling blood drips and dribbles down his pale little wrists, burning lines down his forearms as he shakes and scream-moans.
After another moment, Kacchan finally unseals their lips, drool sweet as candy dripping down his chin as the tongues are extracted from his popped-open mouth, eyes rolled up into the back of his head as his thighs continue to quake without fail.
"Mngh, such a beautiful queen," Kaccham rumbles into his throat as he comes down from his orgasm, dropping like a marionette doll whose strings were cut against Kacchan's chest. His little chest heaves for air as he drools, fucked drunk.
"...ngh," Izuku barely manages a word of something, throat sore and thoroughly fucked as he's cleaned up gently. He's laid to rest in the warm bed as Kacchan cleans him and covers his body in gentle kisses. His body is worshipped by his Kacchan, who has begun his - frankly unneeded - atonement for allowing another demon other than himself to touch Izuku.
Izuku isn't sure he's worth that much, but he's quieted before he can even think more with a kiss and a glass of ice-cold water pressed against his cracked and swollen lips.
Izuku drinks without another thought, falling into an endless sleep curled in Kacchan's arms.