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Kacchan is the cutest sleeper.
The stresses of the day drain away completely as he shimmies under the comforter and melts into the mattress. It’s adorable how his head pokes out under fluffy blankets, and he is scowling with eyes closed, determined to will himself to sleep.
He’s on a tight schedule, after all.
And as he loses himself from the waking world, the angry furrow of his brows has loosened, no longer pinched tight. Amidst his sleep, he tosses and turns until the blankets have been thrown off and he’s sprawled starfish on the bed. He snores soft rumbles with his mouth wide open, letting drool spill past his lips.
He’s peaceful.
It’s adorable.
And Izuku is a terrible person. Full of rotten desires and dirty fantasies.
But he can’t let this opportunity slip away.
From his spot on the floor, he slowly and silently rises from his futon.
Hundreds of innocent sleepovers, where he wanted nothing more to get a taste, and thousands of intrusive thoughts he’s held back through sheer force of will—it has all come to this.
It’s time to reap his rewards.
Izuku is careful to stay composed throughout his task. He wouldn’t want to slip up and wake Kacchan up, after all. That would spoil the fun.
He moves methodically, gently removing the blankets that got tangled on Kacchan’s limbs. Tenderly, he grasps the sleeping blond’s wrists and clicks a pair of quirk-canceling handcuffs—of which he definitely obtained illegally—on, and raises his hands until he can loop the chain around the bars of his headboard. He clasps Kacchan’s other hand into the remaining cuff, sealing his fate to Izuku’s mercy.
Izuku’s heart thumps in his chest. Kacchan looks absolutely delectable… Not yet. He needs to control himself.
Unfortunately, his body has a mind of its own, hands greedily groping at the blond’s chest as he trails downward. He has to rein it in. He can get a taste later.
He eagerly takes the next step, taking some scissors and slicing straight down Kacchan’s black sleep shirt, then tosses the shredded rags away. The blond’s milky skin glistens in the pale light of the moon.
Izuku sighs wistfully. Kacchan is so beautiful.
He fingers the band of the other’s sweatpants, savoring how it clings tightly to those tantalizing hips.
As nice as this is, he needs them off. Izuku pulls slowly.
And his eyes are blown wide open as precious lacy panties peek over his waistband.
Fuck…
Screw subtly. Izuku throws caution to the wind, ripping the pants free from Kacchan—or would it be freeing Kacchan? By some mercy of God, he remains asleep.
Izuku thinks he’s salivating as his eyes take it all in. Gaze dragging up and down Kacchan’s—almost—nude form, he zeroes in on that pussy.
Fat, puffy lips, framed by bewitching, white panties. There’s an intense heat bubbling in Izuku’s core, and he knows he can’t hold back his hunger for much longer.
Never one for patience, Izuku shakingly reaches down and his fingers graze over where he knows that clit would be. He presses.
A whimper. Izuku shoots a glance up to see Kacchan’s eyebrows furrow and lips form a wobbly line. But he doesn’t wake.
Returning to his ministrations, Izuku rubs two fingers up and down along Kacchan’s clit, already starting to throb and grow stiff.
The bottom of his panties begins to grow damp as Izuku starts rubbing faster. He’s rubbing until he pulls away abruptly, a trail of slick following.
The fabric is soaked, slightly see-through, and Izuku can discern the little bump of Kacchan’s clit as the panties cling and shape to his pussy, offering a very clear and vivid silhouette.
Fuck. Shit. Fuck. He needs to see Kacchan’s pussy. Unobscured. As cute as the lace and drenched fabric are on Kacchan, Izuku needs to see it all.
In a moment of weakness, his intrusive thoughts take hold, and Izuku slides his hand behind the front of the panties, fists clenched into a gripping hold, and yanks.
Kacchan nearly bows over in a knee-jerk response despite his hips rising from the bed. Izuku drools as he observes how the panties strangle the other’s engorged clit.
The lips of his plump pussy have been freed from their lacy cage. Now they’re drowning in slick and juice as they frame the way the panties dig deep into his cunt.
Izuku isn’t even in control of himself as he bounces Kacchan’s quivering hips in the air by only a cruel wedgie, digging the cloth even deeper as it practically cuts him in half. His clit is shown no mercy, being flattened and grinded by the scratchy fabric.
It must hurt so good. Izuku thinks—as he hears distant whimpers—that he sees Kacchan grow even wetter.
Little pain slut.
Kacchan is so perfect.
With great reluctance, he mercifully lowers Kacchan’s hips back to the bed, weight no longer beared by only a piece of cloth.
He slides the panties down, twitching at the sight of how the cunt’s lips jiggle. Once free, he lifts them to his face. They’re utterly soaked. He brings them closer, deeply inhaling Kacchan’s sweet, aroused scent with reverence.
Fuck… He smells fucking delicious.
Izuku leans down, gently caressing Kacchan’s face. His features have relaxed again now that Izuku isn’t tormenting him anymore, but he’s sweating profusely and flushed bright red.
Izuku thumbs at his slightly parted lips and delicately eases his mouth open. It’s sinful how aroused he is at the sight.
Kacchan’s completely under his mercy, and Izuku wants nothing more than to shove his cock down that tantalizing throat and stay affixed there, locked into place, at home in Kacchan’s warm hole. Either until Kacchan wakes up, or does so and passes out again—he doesn’t mind.
But he knows deep down, this is only the beginning. He rolls the sopping panties into a ball and jams them into Kacchan’s awaiting mouth. He seals it shut with some tape.
Izuku takes a moment to savor the image, then sets his sights on his new goals. That pussy.
Back to business.
Izuku grasps both of the blond’s legs and lifts them, just about bending Kacchan in half. Bless his flexibility. He grapples with the restraints at the top corners of the headboard and clasps shackles around each of Kacchan’s ankles, then lets them go. His hips fall but are caught mid-air by his predicament. He rocks in place for a few moments from the inertia, but there is no chance that he will escape.
Kacchan is spread wide open, holes presented enticingly to Izuku. He’s just begging to be bred. But that’s for a future date. He’ll only breed that hungry pussy when Kacchan is begging for it.
For one last touch, Izuku digs around his box of supplies until he finds what he’s looking for. He slips the blindfold over Kacchan’s resting eyes. He certainly isn’t opposed to making himself known—he even embraces it.
But those first few moments of Kacchan groggily waking up, finding himself completely blinded, restrained, and unable to escape all the pleasure… He’d wriggle and thrash, scream muffled profanities behind his own slick-soaked panties… Trying to escape but to no avail… All under Izuku’s mercy…
He groaned deeply, his gut stirring with insatiable arousal.
He can’t stop himself now. He needs to get a taste.
Izuku gropes Kacchan’s plump ass greedily. It’s simply mesmerizing… How drenched his cunt is… The way they clench around nothing, begging to be filled to the brim… How his cute pucker winks temptingly at him… The subtle twitching of his tender clit, stood stiffly and engorged… Even his little pisshole, too tight and small for anything today, but Izuku promises himself that he will be fucking it open with a sound soon.
Izuku can’t hold himself back anymore.
He dives right in.
Absolute bliss. He tastes fucking divine.
Izuku presses his tongue flat to Kacchan’s clit, taking great pleasure in feeling how it quivers against him.
He thoroughly licks around that cunt, drinking up each drop of delicious slick.
He even wiggles his tongue into that tight rim. Though he pointedly thinks, ‘It won’t be tight for long.’
Izuku moans gutturally into Kacchan’s mound. He hears Kacchan’s sweet whimpers, too. He’s too fucking cute.
Izuku is quick to crook two fingers deep into Kacchan’s plushy walls. The blond wails, but Izuku knows he isn’t awake just yet. He strikes true onto his g-spot, thrusting and scraping at the gland to drag that orgasm out of him.
Kacchan unconsciously squirms wildly. The sudden pleasure must be exhilarating, and Izuku knows that it isn’t long before he’ll cum.
Izuku continues to abuse the spongy spot in Kacchan’s pulsating entrance. Almost there. He knows he’s close by the way he’s bucking his hips, and his moans have reached a pitch Izuku recognizes closely.
Just a little more. Izuku cruelly skips the third finger and shoves four mercilessly inside Kacchan’s squelching cunt.
And suddenly, Kacchan is locked rigid in a painful orgasm. A jet of liquid shoots from him, a beautiful arch as he’s squirting and shaking and rocked with burning, gratifying pleasure.
Izuku hears Kacchan gasp, but it’s cut off by a wet cough.
He’s awake. Izuku smiles blissfully but is unyielding in his torment, continuing to ram Kacchan’s g-spot over and over.
“HMMFH!!” Kacchan screams in thrilling confusion, jerking against his bonds violently. He bucks his hips, trying to dislodge Izuku, but he continues to pierce deep and true.
No matter how much Kacchan struggles, Izuku refuses to relent.
“NNmMMH!! MMNNH!” Kacchan muffles out a wailing sob as he shakes his head desperately. He jerks and recoils, but no amount of effort will free him. Tears are starting to pool from under the blindfold, and it sends sparks of blazing heat to Izuku’s cock.
“Sorry, Kacchan. You’re under my mercy today,” Izuku purrs out, but doesn’t even give Kacchan time to process, as he shoves that last finger into that cunt and slaps his clit with the palm of his other hand.
Kacchan arches his back —“MMFFHHHM!”— an ear-piercing scream ringing out as he flails and rolls his quivering hips.
“That’s it. Just take it.” Izuku’s tone is unsympathetic. He just keeps punching his insides and striking at his pussy, wants to coax out another orgasm before they get to the good stuff.
Kacchan’s clit is throbbing and pulsing. His labia also start to turn a deep red. One more slap directly onto the twitching clit as Izuku grinds his knuckles against his g-spot, and that pussy clamps down tight around his wrist. Then Kacchan is squirting once more.
Izuku abruptly yanks his fist free and backs away, leaving Kacchan’s cunt pulsating and clenching around nothing. He’s panting heavily, chest heaving at the overwhelming sensations.
Izuku lets him stew for a few seconds, rummaging through his box of toys, taking stock of inventory.
He has multiple vibrators he wants to torture Kacchan with… An inflatable dildo would, perhaps, be stuffed in his ass, stretching him wide open with each pump… A wand vibrator to torture his blistering clit with… Even little toys for his overly sensitive nipples… Yes. These will do nicely.
Izuku returns to Kacchan’s side, laying out his spoils on the bedsheets. “I’ve got a few treats here for you, Kacchan. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.”
Kacchan whimpers out a weak moan. He’s still fighting, shaking his head as if what he wants matters.
“You’ll agree with me soon enough!” Izuku chips, barging right on through.
Kacchan jerks as Izuku attaches the little nipple toys to his cute nubs. They’re designed with soft brushes and harsh suction, able to endlessly torment his precious Kacchan. Izuku is certain he can make him cum just from these toys, but he still wants more.
Izuku rounds the bound boy with an abundance of egg vibrators. He counted at least ten as he unceremoniously shoves them all into Kacchan’s cunt.
“AHMMMFHH!” Kacchan squeals, trying to curl into himself, but he doesn’t get very far. His legs tremble at the strain.
Izuku digs his fingers deep, positioning each rotor as deep as he can reach or nestled snugly over Kacchan’s g-spot.
Izuku doesn’t turn the toys on. Not yet.
He reaches for the inflatable dildo, lathers it in lube and slick, then positions it at Kacchan’s tight rim. It won’t be much of a stretch as it is now, and that proves to be true as he slides it right in.
“HHMMMFHHFHM!” Kacchan still howls at the sensation, spread open in a hole he’s never considered touching before. Though he’s surprised at its mediocre size, he’s grateful.
He won’t be thinking that for long, however.
Izuku thumbs the pump thoughtfully before he coolly clenches the pump in a punishing grip.
Kacchan jolts, before realization dawns on him. He begins to thrash desperately, but escape is nowhere in sight. “NNmMMNMH!”
Izuku inflates the dildo three more times in quick succession.
“MFAAHHMM” Kacchan keens at the stretch, and Izuku can see how he’s violently shaking his head again.
Izuku pumps thrice more. He knows it can’t be pleasant. He’s seen this dildo fully expanded, knows it will rearrange Kacchan’s guts, but that just sends a spark shooting to his core.
“MMMMHHHH!!!” A teary screech pierces through the air when Izuku starts pumping and does not stop until he reaches the limit. Kacchan is hiccuping and sobbing, entire body trembling in pain. His ass has been reamed wide open. He’s stretched beyond imagination. It hurts, but his pussy is dripping more slick. He doesn’t think he’s ever been wetter.
“Oh, Kacchan,” Izuku breathes out a dreamy sigh. “Stunning. Let’s get started.”
Alarmed, Kacchan protests by squirming again, but he lets out a sharp cry at how his walls press against the expanded dildo.
Izuku chuckles, then fists his stiff cock, pumping a few times. “I’ve been patient for you. I think I deserve this, too. So just be a good boy for me, okay?”
Izuku then turns every toy on.
“MMHGFFHHHMMMMMAAHHFMMM!!!” Kacchan vibrates in place. He is being shook to his core.
The toys on his nipples suck violently, as if they were trying to draw milk from his tits. The soft brushes inside whirl and tease his stiff buds mercilessly. He’s always been sensitive there, and it all comes to fruition as Kacchan wails as he’s cumming just from a few seconds of torment.
“Oh,” Izuku breathily whispers. “You’re so easy, Kacchan.”
Kacchan whimpers, trying to jerk his entire body to dislodge the toys, but the only things that will be getting off are them.
Impatient to get along with it, Izuku finally jump-starts each of the egg vibrators lining Kacchan’s walls.
He is screaming again… and cumming once more. Squirt shoots out to drench the already soaked bedsheets.
Izuku doesn’t even have the grace to wait, shoving his thick cock deep into Kacchan’s fluttering walls while he’s cumming.
Stretched beyond belief and filled to the brim. He’s so tight, and even tighter with the size of the inflatable dildo pushing against his walls.
Kacchan screeches as Izuku starts pounding away at a punishing pace. The vibrators jostle against his dick, and he even pushes a few deeper to press hauntingly at Kacchan’s cervix.
The vibrators prod pleasently against Izuku’s cock, and he takes great pleasure knowing the vibes pressed against Kacchan’s g-spot—vibrating away and jamming into such a sensitive gland—would be torturous.
Kacchan is thrown into another squirting orgasm.
Beautiful.
Just one more thing to complete his vision.
Izuku blindly grapples toward the side to retrieve the wand vibrator.
He flicks it onto high and angles his hips to give himself space. With his free hand, he spreads the puffy lips and peels back the hood of Kacchan’s clit. He doesn’t want anything to obscure this raw pleasure.
While still fiercely driving his hips, seeking his own pleasure, he lowers the vibrator to the twitching nub of Kacchan’s cute little love button.
Kacchan suddenly goes still. It’s almost as if Izuku had broken him, but he seems to reboot and seize violently. His limbs lock out, back arched, each muscle spasming.
And the warmth that bathes him isn’t the milky, clear liquid he’d imagine, but piss.
Oh. Fucked so good, he couldn’t help but piss himself.
Kacchan is enthralling, absolutely sublime. He’s whining in high-pitched squeals, his entire body convulsing as he pisses himself. Warmth is spilling all over them, splattering over Izuku’s abdomen, but most of it arches up and falls back down right on top of Kacchan. He’s drenched in his own piss by the time it tapers out.
Kacchan is then abnormally silent. He also came till he passed out.
Jolts of pleasure rocket up his spine. He was awestruck. Izuku did that to him.
He groans deeply, abandoning restraint and plowing away into Kacchan’s unconscious form like he were a fleshlight, chasing his own orgasm.
Izuku can see Kacchan’s hips convulsing still, though his milky squirt is long depleted, he cums dry, pussy clenching tight and fluttering, continuing to milk Izuku’s cock for all he’s worth.
Izuku made Kacchan feel so good that he let go of all his inhibitions, pissing messily, and was forced to feel so much pleasure that his mind shut down again.
With one final shove deep inside, Izuku spills his release in rapacious ecstasy. Thick cum fills Kacchan’s cute tummy until he’s bulging even more.
He savors the bliss for a few moments longer, then reluctantly pulls away. Hot fluids spew from Kacchan’s cunt.
That’s no good.
He didn’t have a plug for Kacchan’s pussy… but he did have a wand vibrator. He clicks it off so he can wrestle it into Kacchan’s gushing, gaping hole. It slides into place, and Kacchan’s cunt hugs it tight.
So perfect.
He clicks it on once more and leans back to drink in the sight.
Kacchan displayed brazenly, ass spread open beyond repair. His cute nipples, by now, are pumped fat and plump. That sopping pussy filled to the brim with his seed, little egg vibes quivering away against his walls. And a wand vibrator plugging his pussy, surely churning his insides with the intensity of its vibrations. He’ll be like that for a few hours—until the sun rises in the morning—cumming his mind away until he’s completely broken.
It’s euphoria.
Kacchan is such a peaceful sleeper. And Izuku can’t help but want to break that peace.