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There’s only so much he could do when Deku grabs a pillow and places it in between his legs as they're watching a movie. They’re cuddling on their bed with Deku behind him, an arm thrown around his waist.
The pillow is dangerously close to his clit, giving him a slight pressure. Honestly, whenever he’s with Deku recently his sexual urges have been out of control. Deku’s other hand travels to his lower stomach as he puts pressure down on it. Fuck.
“Know you need some relief, baby. It’s okay. We’ll just get through this movie, alright?”
He doesn't even wanna say much, feeling too embarrassed by the whole situation, but feels himself getting heated too. Ugh. It’s really unfair how Izuku can manhandle him around and he enjoys it. He just mutters out a “fucking, whatever,” as Deku contently sighs into him.
He knows what Deku expects him to do, but his self respect feels almost thrown out the window. He never thought dating Deku would make him feel so, fucking, weak in the knees.
He doesn’t start humping against the pillow on his own, “Kacchan, be a good girl. I know you need this. Can smell your slick from here.”
“Can’t,” but whines, quietly to the point where Deku can barely understand him, his feeling of dignity coming back to him, “not going to do it,” but he slowly pushes himself so the friction against the pillow gives him some satisfaction. “Uuuh.”
“Atta girl,” he can basically feel Deku smile into the words and the feeling of pleasing him gives Katsuki some waves of heat run through his body. “I would knot you all the time if i could.”
“Deku- I-” He isn't even sure what to say, the embarrassment of his needs leaving him a bit lightheaded, but he couldn't imagine being like this with anyone else.
“Know you need it, I would give you a knot everyday if I could,” Izuku continues, his hand that was previously pushing down on his lower stomach starts playing with the hem of his pajamas.
It’s crazy really, when you think about it. Someone he thought he was better than, for a multitude of years of his life, really pushes him apart like this and dominates him in the bedroom.
“Pillow’s not enough,” he’s weak and lets himself fall submissive to Deku’s touch.
“I’ll give you my fingers,” Izuku’s hand slips into his pants, reaching lower and finding its way on Katsuki’s puffy cunt. He feel’s sensitive already, the feeling of Izuku pounding into him last night fresh in his memory. He washed himself and everything, Izuku gently pushing apart his folds in the bath, whining after feeling the cum drip out of him.
He thanks God everyday that Izuku is a prime alpha that could knot outside his runts.
Deku’s hand finds himself on his clit, putting pressure on it almost immediately. ‘So puffy,” he’s basically purring in his ear, “and you're not even in heat,” he’s giving it his all now as he rubs against him, teasing and playing with his clit.
“Can’t,” but a moan escapes him. He’s so sensitive down there, but he wants it so bad anyways. Tears almost clog his vision.
“Just gonna touch you, okay?” Izuku’s pace slows down. “Focus on the movie.” Katsuki does, he truly does, but this mundane movie doesn't spark any of his interest. Izuku’s hand is in his pants and he grids down against the pillow. It feels good, it feels so fucking good. Deku’s voice is suddenly, “See how you need this? Just basically begging to be bred.”
“No,” he’s so embarrassed, but he loves the feeling in its own way. He knows Izuku likes it too, telling him that he’s meant just for him and that sometimes, he just uses Katsuki as a vessel for his pleasure, and Katsuki loves it.
Izuku is really good to him, truly. There are time’s though that he slides into him, as threatens to have him be bred and fucked throughly by one of their friends. That he’s so desperate and slutty that he needs a cock at him at all times, and Izuku needs help with that. Need to share him and pass him around like the little cockslut he is. It never fails to have him shiver and whine.
“Izuku, in,” Izuku’s hand won't leave his clit though. “Common shitty nerd,” Katsuki knows this isn't what he wants to hear, as Izuku’s fingers stop and he hears him chuckle. Fuck. He just stopped for a second and he’s already missing his touch. Before he even could ask for a command to beg he does it on his own, “please. Need your fingers in me.”
“Please, what?”
This part always gets him, “Please, Alpha.”
“There we go,” his fingers start to trail, but Izuku is teasing, going slowly towards his entrance.
“Alpha-”
“Tell me what you are.”
“Just an Omega, Alpha,” he’s meek, feeling himself become more placid, “Just a desperate omega.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” Izuku brushes past his entrance, pushing Katsuki into some kind of relief. It’s not a cock, or a knot, but he’ll take Izuku’s busted ass fingers any day. They’re so fucking nice. “Just a bitch for me.”
Izuku’s degrading him more for Katsuki’s sake then anything, not that Izuku himself doesn’t enjoy it, but fuck, does it drive Katsuki mad. He likes it. Like being felt like a possession. Like he belongs to Izuku in some animalistic way. That he’s doing him a favour by fucking him.
“Need knot,” His broken words, not even being able to form proper sentences at this point.
“No knot baby,” Katsuki humps at the pillow weakly, trying to match Deku’s pace with the fingers slipping in and out of him. “Take what you get.”
He lays there, body taking over, his mind slowly slipping away from the feeling of reality. Being with Izuku always makes him feel like this. Safe. Warm. “Later?”
“Maybe. If I feel like it.”
He knows Izuku is gonna knot him later on, if anything after the movie is done, but he lets himself enjoy this now. Fucking Deku is going to kill him one day with all this teasing.