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Izuku blinks open tired eyes as the door to his bedroom is opened, Katsuki walking in and shutting the door behind him. The mattress dips as his boyfriend gets into bed, pulling the mattress over their bodies. Izuku reaches over for him, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist.
Katsuki looks down at him, hand petting over his head. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” he tells his partner softly. Izuku just hums, snuggling closer.
“‘S okay,” he says, yawning. “I’d just fallen asleep anyways.” Katsuki hums his acknowledgment.
"Can't sleep?” he asks his boyfriend. Izuku shakes his head, smiling. He looks up at Katsuki, emerald eyes lidded in exhaustion but sparkling nonetheless.
“I think I'm just too excited,” he says, voice a little breathy as he gets ahead of himself once more. Too caught up in tomorrow to get to the end of today.
Katsuki levels him a smirk, red eyes trained on him, expression on the verge of sadism. “Are you ready for tomorrow?" he asks genuinely despite his casual tone.
“You know I am Kacchan,” he answers.”I’ve been waiting for this for so long.” It was true, Katsuki knew it. It just took so long to find a day where schedules aligned and doctors were available.
“You know you can still tap out, right?” the blonde asks, frowning. “And that still stands tomorrow, too. Them coming over doesn’t mean shit if you’re uncomfortable.” Izuku smiles, leaning up and pressing a kiss to the man’s lips.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not gonna tap out.” He wasn’t lying when he said he’s been waiting for this. He could practically already feel the hands on his body, the feeling of warm breath fluttering over his skin.
“I already know tomorrow is going to be perfect.”
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Izuku groans as he feels himself waking up, a beam of light shining through the blinds and directly into his eyes. There’s the sound of muffled laughter next to him and he peaks an eye open, seeing his boyfriend looking down at him with an amused smirk.
“What are you lookin’ at?” he grumbles, pulling the blankets over his face. He closes his eyes again, hoping to go back to bed, but Katsuki pulls off the covers, and the sunlight is back in his face. He groans, rolling over.
“What’s all this about,” Katsuki asks him. “You seemed pretty excited about today last night.” Izuku sighs dramatically.
“That’s before I had to wake up so early.” Katsuki laughs, getting out of bed. He hooks his hands under Izuku’s arms, hauling him out from under the covers.
“It’s already nine thirty,” the man tells him. “I let you sleep in, so you better be grateful." Izuku hums, hugging his partner from behind and kissing the divot between his neck and jaw.
“Thank you, Kacchan,” he sing-songs. the blonde huffs, leaning over and kissing him back before making his way out the room.
“C’mon nerd, we gotta get some food in you before everyone gets here.” Izuku perks up, following behind Katsuki like a lost puppy.
“Food?” he says, peeking around the threshold into the kitchen. Katsuki rolls his eyes, pulling out cooking utensils and ingredients.
“Yes, food. Now go sit your ass down so I can cook in peace.” Izuku ignores the man’s hostile affection, walking into the kitchen and pressing a kiss to the man's cheek before rushing out the kitchen. He doesn’t make it without a smack on his ass from the spatula, but it was worth it in his opinion.
He sets the table while Katsuki makes breakfast, sitting down and letting his mind wander while he waits. He was itching to know when their friends would be here for the celebration. Labor Thanksgiving had been on Sunday, but all of their friends had plans that day. Today was more of a friends-giving celebration, a get together for them to share food and memories.
Izuku could practically taste the main course, and he was so fucking desperate for it.
Food is put on his plate, and he’s brought back to reality. “Oh,” he says, smiling at the sight of a traditional breakfast of steamed rice, miso, and grilled white mackerel. “Thank you so much, Kacchan!” The blonde hums, sitting down and putting together his own plate.
They eat together, trading meaningless words and enjoying their food. It’s comfortable and disgustingly intimate, but they love it nonetheless. They end up moving from the table to the kitchen, working together to wash and put away their dishes.
When they finish, they make their way to the bedroom. Katsuki goes digging around the closet, coming back out with a familiar box. Katsuki sits it down, leveling Izuku with a stern look.
“Kacchan?” Izuku asks, curious. “What’s up?” The blonde looks at him, staring into pools of emerald green.
“It’s time to get ready,” he says. “Are you sure you’re still okay with the plan?” Izuku smiles, getting up and walking over to Katsuki. He stands on his toes, pressing a kiss to his partner's lips.
“I’m absolutely positive,” he says, voice sure. “I want this.” Katsuki lets out a relieved breath, looking down at his mate.
“Okay,” the blonde says, more to himself than Izuku, “Okay.” He looks over at his boyfriend. “I’m gonna set up here, you do whatever you need to be comfortable.” Izuku smiles.
“Yes sir!”
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Forty minutes later and Izuku finally exits the bathroom, steam following in his wake. His skin is flushed pink, having been shaved and exfoliated to hell and back. He towels his hair dry while he walks into their bedroom.
His eyes go wide when he sees what Katsuki had set up on their bed. His fucking machine is set up at the foot of the bed, Katsuki sitting on the mattress with his eyes locked on his boyfriend.
“K-Kacchan?” Izuku says, curious. “What’s all this?” Katsuki beckons Izuku over, and the man follows his direction, walking over until he’s close enough for Katsuki to rest a hand on his waist.
“I know we didn't talk about this,” he says. “But I was thinking instead of prepping you when everyone gets here, I could hook you up on the machine. Keep you tied up and edge you until everyone’s ready to take turns.” Izuku shivers, especially as the hand on his waist slides down, untying his towel.
“How does that sound, baby? You can always say no and we can stick to the plan.” Izuku quickly shakes his head,
“No!’ He exclaims. He flushes as Katsuki looks at him with wide eyes. “Sorry,” he mutters. “But this is-yeah. I would love that.” Katsuki smirks.
“Then how do you ask? Gotta get you in a good headspace for today.” Izuku sucks in a breath, head already starting to go empty.
“Please sir,” he asks, head hanging in submission.
“Please what? I need you to use your words.” Izuku’s face burns brighter, and he keeps his head down to spare himself the sight of his partner's smug expression.
“Please tie me up and e-edge me so I’m ready to get my pussy stuffed.” Katsuki’s eyes darken. He presses a kiss to the scars under Izuku’s chest, looking up through blonde lashes with an expression nothing short of unadulterated sin.
“Good boy, baby.” He throws off Izuku’s towel, the boy letting out a surprised squeak as his freshly shaven pussy is exposed to the cold November air. “C’mon, get on the bed baby.” Izuku nods, getting onto the mattress, presenting himself on his hands and knees.
“Fuck baby, you’re already wet for me. Desperate for cock in this slutty hole aren’t you?” Izuku moans, nodding. He sucks in a breath as hands come up to grip his ass, kneeling the soft flesh gently. When thumbs dig into his flesh, spreading his pussy, he can’t help but flush.
“Sir?” He questions, turning and looking behind him. He doesn’t get any more words out though, not when Katsuki is licking over his pussy and effectively pressing the hard reset button on his brain. “O-oh,” he cries out.
His head hangs low as Katsuki’s tongue absolutely assaults his cunt, licking and sucking like he was a five year old with a lollipop. It was wet and messy and so fucking hot. Izuku’s skin was flushed all the way down to his chest, body trembling at the sheer amount of pleasure he was feeling.
When two fingers slip inside, Izuku can’t help the moan that falls from his lips. His thighs tremble around Katsuki’s face, the man uncaring as he continues going down on his pussy. Another finger pushes in alongside Katsuki’s tongue, pressing against that spot, and Izuku is seeing stars.
“S-sir, ‘s too much,” he moans as he feels his brain beginning to leak out through his ears. “I’m gonna cum,” he sobs. Katsuki makes a disapproving noise, pulling away.
“You don’t cum today until I say so,” he says, voice stern. Izuku whines, but nods even still. Katsuki doesn’t stop, thrusting his fingers in, and the sound they make is absolutely obscene compared to the silence of the room.
His orgasm is so close, practically a hair's width away, but he holds on despite that. Katsuki doesn’t do anything to keep him from the edge, licking and sucking his clit while he presses his fingers as deep as he can. His moans are picking up, tears in his eyes as he realizes that there was absolutely no way he was gonna be able to keep himself from coming.
“Sir,” he cries, hands fisting the sheets below. “I can’t hold it anymore, ‘m too close.” He’s barely holding back tears, his core flexing with how much effort he’s putting into staving off his orgasm. Just as he’s about to fall over the edge, Katsuki removes his tongue and fingers. Izuku whines as the man wipes slick covered fingers on his ass, turning to see how the man’s mouth is covered in his juices.
“Oh my god, sir,” he whines, burying his face in a nearby pillow.
“C’mon Izuku,” the blond tells him. “You’re not done yet.” He groans, but he lets Katsuki help him up anyways, settling him onto his hands and knees. Izuku allows himself to float in his pleasure for a moment, the sound of a click there but distant in his fuzzy brain.
Suddenly, his legs are being spread, something attached to his ankles and keeping them from closing. “Sir, what is this?” He asks, looking down at his angles being kept apart by a metal rod.
“It’s a spreader bar,” Katsuki tells him as he fiddles with the fucking machine that sits at the edge of the bed. It was a pretty high quality machine, with custom settings on the device that they’d specifically made for Izuku. “It's to make sure you keep these slutty legs open,” he explains with a smirk. Izuku sucks in a breath, face flushed as he nods.
Katsuki presses a button and Izuku watches as the machine turns on. Katsuki moves it so the tip of the dildo is pressed against his flushed pussy. “Okay baby,” Katsuki says, picking up the opaque cloth. “I’m gonna blindfold you and turn the machine on. It’ll fuck you, but it won’t make you cum, just keep you on the edge.” The blonde looks down at his watch. “Everyone will be here in about an hour, so I’ll come get you in forty five minutes. No gags, so just shout for me if you need. Sounds alright?” Izuku nods, desperate for any stimulation after his denied orgasm.
“Yes sir, thank you sir,” he says. Katsuki smirks, bringing the blindfold to Izuku’s eyes and tying it around his head. His vision is taken from him, and mere moments later, he hears the sound of the machine being turned on. He moans as the silicone toy breaches his hole, clenching around its plastic girth.
He can basically hear Katsuski’s amusement as he gets up, mattress springing up now that his weight is lifted. “Oh baby,” he says, the smirk on his face evident in his tone.
“I wouldn’t thank me yet.”
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“Oh my god, ah- fuck,” he cries as the machine fucks into him, brutal and unrelenting. He didn't know how long he’d been there, getting his cunt pounded until it was puffy and swollen. “Please,” he cries, though he knows his begging is futile. Katsuki wasn’t here, and this machine wasn’t enough to push him over the edge.
It was doing a great job of keeping him there, though.
“More,” he begs, able to feel slick trickling down his thighs. The squelching sound of the machine is so fucking dirty, and it makes Izuku’s head swim. He can practically feel the juices squirting out of him with every thrust. He’s getting so close, can feel the familiar tingling in the base of his stomach.
“Holy shit-ngh, I’m gonna cum,” he cries out. Just as his body begins to tremble once more, orgasm so fucking close, the machine slows to a stop. He sobs, tears wetting his blindfold.
The amount of trial and error it took to perfect this setting of the machine was almost painful, but sitting here today, Izuku could see that it was oh so worth it. He doesn’t think his pussy had ever been so wet. He was clinging to the silicone toy buried inside him like it was his lifeline, hips twitching as he tried his hardest to grind down on the toy.
His breathing was labored, panting hot puffs of air into the sheets below. His pussy was twitching uncontrollably, fucked to the point of overstimulation. Izuku was sure any thought he was capable of making had been converted to liquid, and was now dripping from his pussy.
When the machine's thrust starts up again, Izuku’s arms threaten to go out. If not for the spreader bar, and his hands handcuffed to the head of the bed, he wouldn’t rubbed himself to completion and wormed off the machine. But no, the reality of the situation is that he was tied and helpless, cunt getting molested as he cried and begged for an orgasm he wouldn’t be getting.
“Sir,” he cries, voice shaky as the dildo fucks the breath from his lungs. “C-can’t,” he sobs. His stomach is cramping, thighs trembling as he tries to force an orgasm. “Need more-ah!” He’s so fucking sensitive, and he fears that the machine won’t slow down in time to keep him from coming.
On one hand, he was desperate for the orgasm he’d been repeatedly denied. But on the other hand, this entire day was dependent on him being a good boy, and he didn't want his reward to be taken away later if he came now. He knew his master could come up with so many ways to turn this day into a dragged out punishment for stealing an orgasm, and he didn't stand that.
But still his body was uncaring of his personal feelings in the matter. He was trembling like a seismic earthquake was going on around him, that’s how fucking close he was. He’s soaking his blindfold with tears, lips coated in his own saliva.
“N-no,” he sobs as his stomach begins to warm, a tingling sensation running through his body. “Don’t wanna cum,” he pleads to the air. “‘S too much, m’ gonna cum!”
He feels the beginning of his orgasm, and he can’t help how his moans pick up, how more slick runs down his thighs. He’s sniffling and begging the empty air to turn off the machine, to keep him from his orgasm. And just as his toes begin to curl, his cunt clenching down in the fake cock buried inside him, the mattress dips with a new wait.
“Sir!” he cries out, relieved. “Turn it off,” he begs, voice desperate. He’s barely holding on, and any slight slip of his concentration would have him coming all over the sheets. There’s a mean little chuckle next to him, and he realizes that having his master in the room may not be the best idea, not with how desperate the man makes him. He’d gotten off to the man’s voice before, and he knew he’d have no problems coming to it today.
“Sounds like you’re gettin’ a little desperate over here, baby.” Izuku mewls, hips twitching.
“Sir,” he says, voice slurred with how much of his blood had been redirected from his brain to his cunt. “Don’ wanna cum,” he sobs. “Wanna be good.” He can’t see it, but Katsuki’s eyes go dark, the man palming his clothed erection as he stares at his lover's soaked pussy.
“You wanna be good, baby?” He says, voice thick with lust. Izuku nods, oh so fucking desperate.
“Please,” he cries. The machine had slowed down once more, but Izuku was still on edge.
“How do you ask nicely?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice.
“Please sir,” he cries. “Your slut wants to be good for you.” The last part is whispered, paired with tears and sniffles that make Katsuki’s cock throb.
“Good boy,” Katsuki says. The click of the machine turning off sends relief through his body. He sniffles, collecting himself while Katsuki unhooks his arms and legs from their respecting confines. The blindfold is the last to go, but Izuku keeps his eyes closed so the light doesn’t rush in all at once.
When he does slowly allow himself to readjust the light of the room, he first sees Katsuki kneeling on the bed in front of him. The blonde massages his wrists as the blood flows back into his hands. The cuffs weren’t that tight, and he could’ve broken through them with the same amount of effort it would take to lift a finger. But still, it was endearing to see his lover doting on him in such a way.
He sighs happily, content as he scoots up to rest his head in his master's lap. His brain is floating pleasantly, body relaxed from almost an hour of edging. Sure he was still high strung and on edge, but that all felt so far away when his masters fingers were working over his scalp.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Katsuki asks him, caressing his cheek gently. Izuku gives a gummy, dopey little smile and it makes Katsuki’s heart swell.
“Good, sir,” he says with a gentle sigh. Katsuki chuckles, leaning over and pressing a kiss to flushed lips.
“I’m glad,” the man says. “Is everything going okay so far? Anything you wanna change before we get moving?” Izuku shakes his head, nuzzling into the male's lap, head pressed against his stomach.
“No sir, everything’s perfect. Can we just stay here a little longer?” Katsuki smiles down at his partner, petting his head.
“Of course baby, anything for you.” Izuku let out a pleased noise, ignoring his own slick drying on his thighs and cuddling into his lover. They would have all the time to fuck later, but for now, Izuku was content right here.
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Izuku lifts his legs as Katsuki slides a small cushion under the table cloth and under his knees. He would be kneeling here for a while, and Katsuki wanted to ensure that he was as comfortable as he could be.
“How does it feel?” Katsuki asks him. Izuku moves around. He couldn’t feel the table under his knees, not with the thick tablecloth and soft cushion.
“Feels good, sir,” he says. “But could you move the cushion up more, my knees are half on the table.” Katsuki nods, adjusting it until Izuku tells him it’s in the right position.
“Okay, Izuku, this is our last chance to go over this before everyone gets here,” Katsuki tells him. “You can always tap out no matter where we are in the scene, do you understand?” Izuku nods, but Katsuki is clearly unimpressed with his nonverbal response.
“Yes sir,” he corrects. “I understand.” Katsuki nods. He pulls a chair away from the table, picking up what had been sitting on its cushion. Handcuffs again, this time the fuzzy ones, his blindfold, headphones, the spreader bar. He shivered at the sight of the toys, holes clenching down in anticipation. In his position, he knows Katsuki can see the bead of slick that was forced from his pussy, the man tracking it with crimson eyes as it falls onto the table below.
Katsuki’s phone dings, the male pulling it out his pocket and checking the messages. He types a quick response before pocketing his phone.
“Okay,” he says, slightly more serious than before. “Kiri and Half n’ Half are almost here.” He lifts the blindfolded. “You ready?” Izuku nods, skin buzzing in anticipation.
The blindfold is secured around his head, sight effectively taken from him. “Do you want the headphones?” Katsuki asks him. “You don’t have to.” Izuku shakes his head.
“No, I want it all,” he says. “I wanna feel everything.” Katsuki smirks, giving a playful slap to Izuku’s cunt. It wasn’t hard at all, but Izuku was so sensitive and any stimulation made him keen.
“Alright baby,” he says, the headphones being slipped on. “We’ll see you later.”
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Izuku sits at the table, bored. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, but it feels like it’s been ages. His cunt is pulsing and hot, but his slick has cooled on his thighs from the crisp winter air. Goosebumps had pebbled on his skin, from the weather or anticipation, he’d never know.
His mind was beginning to wander the longer he sat at the table, deprived of his senses. The hero polls would be coming out in a few weeks. His capture rates had dropped slightly, but in turn, his media presence had increased. Still, his boyfriend had increased both his capture rates and positive media presence. He hoped the commission took that into account when ranking them, not just their personalities.
And speaking of personalities, Kacchan has been so nice lately. They’d been going on more dates, the man spoiling him with limited edition All Might themed merch. He’d even gotten them tickets to a hero convention, even though Izuku knew how much he hated them. And today.
If someone told Izuku that Katsuki, his overprotective as hell boyfriend of five years, would ever allow Izuku’ friends to get together and run a train on him, he would’ve recommended them to the nearest mental hospital. But it was happening, the fantasy that he’d kept buried at the back of his mind for the past two years. If only everyone would hurry up and-
Izuku sucks in a harsh breath when a hand ghosts his inner thigh. He feels his body beginning to warm back up, arousal and desperation flooding his body and making him burn hot. Another hand is on his cheek, and the smell of smoke and sweat is a familiar comfort. The hand moves to caress his jaw, gently moving the headphones out the way.
“You’ve been sitting here a while, baby,” Katsuki whispers in his ear. Izuku whines, his entire body trembling.
He nods, frantic. “I have, sir. Please, I’ve been good, I need-,” Katsuki quiets him with a finger to his lips.
“You’ve been so good for me baby, I know. I’m here to ask you about your prize.” Suddenly, Izuku’s attention expands past Katsuki, and he realizes they aren’t alone in the room. There are hushed whispers around him, shuffling of clothes, steps in the hardwood.
“Oh my god sir,” he says, eyes wide under his blindfold. “Are they-.”
Katsuki huffs a small laugh. “Yeah baby, they’re all here.” Izuku moans softly, dropping his head and feeling it make contact with his boyfriend's shoulder.
“Sir I-, please,” he whispers desperately. The male pets his cheek.
“I know baby, you’ll get what you want.” A small pause. “As long as you still want them. Do you, Izuku? Is this what you want?” Izuku gasps, head shooting up.
“Yes,” he cries. “I want it so bad, sir.” Katsuki laughs, a mean sound that has a flush crawling down Izuku’s chest.
“I knew you would,” Katsuki says as he moves to secure the shorter hero’s headphones. “I guess we can get started,” he says. “Can’t we, slut”
Izuku moans as his headphones are settled back over his ears, his hearing effectively taken from him. For a moment, he’s sitting in the middle of the table, nothing happening. But then there’s one hand in him, then another, and then two more.
He goes from having no stimulation to being overwhelmed by it, and he could almost cry. Everyone feels so different, but he can tell none of the people touching him are his master.
The rough hands gripping his ass have to be Kirishima, he's sure of it. Warm hands on his chest are Todoroki, and the ones letting off static on his inner thighs have to be Denki. He can’t tell whose hands are in his hair, and whose were massaging his feet. He knew it was either Shinsou or Sero, but they were both so muscular and lanky that he was having a hard time telling who was who.
Suddenly, the hands working him pause, and he whines desperately. He opens his mouth to complain, to beg for something, anything, but he can’t. Fingers are being thrust in his mouth, rough and thick, and his brain short circuits.
He moans around the fingers, Kiri again no doubt, and lets himself float. With how everything going on around him has stopped, he assumes they’re talking above him. It makes him so fucking wet thinking about how he’s being treated, like a fuck toy, just an object to be used as they pleased.
Suddenly, all the hands retreat except for one set. They feel charged with anticipation, and Izuku immediately knows who the hands belong to. He moans, head hanging with his chin pressed against his collarbone as fingers dance over his skin. He’s burning up, so fucking desperate for any kind of stimulation.
A thumb pressing his clit has his crying out, hips jumping in surprise. “Oh my god,” he sobs. “More,” he begs as he grinds down on Denki’s fingers. To his surprise, the man complies with his request.
Just not how Izuku wants.
Denki dips two fingers inside of Izuku’s dripping cunt, and though Izuku cannot hear such, the squelching noise it makes draws groans from everyone in the room. The crowd around him was watching denki play with him, attention locked on his dripping pussy while they either palmed their erections or stroked their cocks.
Izuku is panting now, or maybe he’d always been, but he can’t focus on anything when the fingers leave his cunt, pressing against a different hole. “Oh,” he says, sucking in a breath. He didn't do anal very often, not because he didn't like it, but because he was too impatient. Why wait to stretch his ass when Katsuki could just fuck his pussy with no prep.
But still, doing anal was such a treat, and it always made Izuku go cross eyed and fuzzy brained. Denki pushes a finger inside, wet with Izuku’s own slick, and it makes him whine pathetically. He arches his back deeper, rocking his hips to bury Denki’s fingers deeper.
It’s times like these that he wishes he has a prostate, because while the blondes fingers feel amazing, he needs so much more. He flinches as something wet dibbles onto his hole, some of it falling directly inside his ass. At first, he thinks it’s lube, but it’s too warm and thin. He moans when he realises what just happened. Denki had just spit inside of him.
His pussy pulses as Denki adds another finger, the man stretching his ass and rubbing his clit at the same time. “Fuck,” he cries when Denki curls his fingers, Izuku’s thighs twitching at the shock of pleasure that courses through him. “‘s so good,” he slurs, a bit of drool escaping his mouth and coating his lips.
The fingers quicken, and Izuku feels himself getting closer. Denki pulls out, gathering more slick on his fingers before fucking into Izuku with a newfound vigor. Izuku cries, trembling and moaning as his ass is violated by the electric hero’s fingers. Everything feels shockingly good, and he can feel the start of his orgasm.
Izuku thought that Denki was done stretching him, already three fingers deep, but he goes shock still when he feels a fourth pressing against his rim. He startles, trying to squirm away, but two hands grab his ankles, keeping him from moving. “No,” he says, voice trembling, still squirming despite his arms and legs being bound. “I’m so full,” he complains, “no more.” He tries to keep moving, but his actions are quickly corrected.
By a hand coming down in his bare pussy. He yelps in pain as three slaps are delivered to his hole. There’s a wet sound when the two connect, some of his slick remaining on his assailant's hand even after he’s pulled away.
The barrage of hits doesn't stop until he’s a sobbing sniffling mess. His pussy feels worn out, the way it often does after several rounds of sex. But he hasn’t even been fucked yet, and an orgasm had yet to come. “Please,” he whispers. “I-i’ll be good, so good. Just fuck me. I need it so bad.” The hands around his ankles tighten, as if Izuku’ words made the, forget about controlling their strength. He continues, wanting the men around him to stop holding back, to give him what he’s been so desperate for the part few hours.
I wanna cum,” he finished softly. Denki’s fingers in his ass stop and it makes him bite his bottom lip in anticipation. The pause gives him false hope, making him think that his ass is about to be filled.
A useless wish, of course, as a fifth and final finger presses inside him. As it does, Izuku finally realizes Denki's plan. His thighs tremble as his ass swallows around Denki’s fist, the stretch painful in the best way possible. The kind of pain that has Izuku’s mouth falling open, pussy clenching around the air, moans breathed into the winter air. “Oh my god,” he cries, words tumbling thoughtlessly from his lips.
The fist thrusts deeper and Izuku fucking folds. “Ah!” he cries out. Without his sight and hearing, it’s like the feeling of hands on his body were amplified. The fist in his ass withdraws slowly and Izuku can feel every inch that it moves. His pussy is practically spasming, leaking like a faucet, desperate for stimulation.
Denki’s fist continues to move, and the pressure of it all is driving Izuku the closest he’s been all night to an orgasm. His hips are moving without permission, grinding down on the fingers buried inside of him. There’s a constant tingling in his belly, and his breaths begin to quicken.
“Please,” he sobs. He's so close to coming, but he’s missing something. “My clit,” he whines. “Rub my clit, I wanna come!” He lets out a cry of relief when staticky fingers come down, pinching his clit. He’s so wet that Denki can’t get a proper grip, and he goes from pinching to rubbing.
“oh my god,” he cries, body trembling like a leaf. “‘m gonna cum, he cries as Denki’s fist continues it steady thrusts. His core tightens the more Denki plays with his swollen clit. Testosterone helped him in a lot of ways, but his clit didn't change very much, just looking fat and engorged. Still, Denki plays with the hood, thumb pressing directly against that sensitive nubs. When that thump pulls away, quickly like it wasn’t of his own violation, Izuku lets out his most pitiful whine of the night. He’s about to sob and beg and scream for his orgasm, but he doesn’t get to.
Not when a tongue is licking over his cunt and making his brain go empty. “W-wait,” he cries, tugging against his handcuffs. He never gets a chance to voice his protests, not when the mouth covering his hole licks a flat stripe from his cunt to his clit. With one mean suck to the ball of nerves, Izuku’s voice is lost, and he’s reaching his first orgasm of the night.
He comes with a soundless scream, full body tremors coursing through him he cums and cums and cums and cums. It drags on for eternity but simultaneously ends too soon. He’s shaking as he squirts like a bitch, right into the waiting mouth of whoever is beneath him, and he feels absolutely no remorse.
“Fuck,” he cries. The mouth continues to such and he lets out more feeble sounds of pleasure. He groans as he lets out one last stream of liquid, body finally stopping its involuntary trembles. When Denki pulls his fist out his ass, Izuku’s arms threaten to go out from under him.
The head of a cock presses against Izuku’s freshly gaped hole, and he moans. What he wouldn’t give to be able to hear his own noises right now. To hear how he was affecting the others. It was weird, feeling all of this but not hearing the familiar sound of grunting and groaning. It was strangely invalidating, not knowing if he was making these men feel as good as they were making him feel. These thoughts have his skin crawling, and before Denki can press inside, he’s calling out two words that make everything stop.
“Sir,” he calls, voice soft and trembling. “y-yellow.” Izuku doesn’t think he’s ever had a scene stop as quickly as the one he’s in right now. He hadn’t even called red, but still, Denki pulled away from him like a hand from a hot stove, the mouth on his cunt retreating.
Rough hands on his cheek are a familiar comfort, and he nuzzles into it, Katsuki pulling off his headphones as he does.
“Izuku,” he says, voice laced with obvious concern. “What’s wrong, baby?” He just allows himself to bask in the sound of his lover's voice for a moment. It’s so deep, smooth too, like dark chocolate or freshly pressed coffee.
“I couldn’t hear, Sir,” he says softly. “I wanna hear myself make them feel good.” There’s the sound of hitching breaths, everyone in the room sharing the sentiment that Izuku couldn’t be a real person. That he was truly an incubus in human form, and he was just now sinking his claws into each and every one of them.
“No more headphones?” Katsuki asks, clarifying. Izuku nods.
“Please, sir.” He can’t see, but he knows by heart that Katsuki’s smiling down at him. His thoughts are confirmed when the man places a kiss to his lips, and Izuku can feel his smile as they meet in the middle.
“You’ll be able to hear who they are now,” Katsuki tells him softly. “Is that okay?” Izuku hums happily, nodding.
“Already knew sir,” he says. “Denki made me feel so good.” there’s a small moan somewhere in a room, a lewd squelch following. Izuku loves it, the attention, the praise, the pleasure. He needed this to keep going.
“You can come back, Denki,” he says to no response. “I want you to fuck me now. You can use my ass, I don't mind.” Katsuki smirks looking over his lover's tied up body to the blonde standing behind him. Denki is flushed red, his cock still out and twitching wildly. Katsuki pushes off the table, moving back to where he was sitting before, watching the scene play out in front of him.
“You heard him, Dunce Face,” Katsuki says, eyes dark with lust. “Get to it.”
Izuku can’t help the whimper that falls from his lips as he hears footsteps approaching him. He still can’t see, but just being able to hear has Izuku feeling so much better. “Denki,” he calls, voice soft as snow. A rushed breath behind him.
“Izuku,” the blonde says, voice deeper than Izuku thinks he’s ever heard it before. He clenches down at the man’s tone, and by the harsh intake of breath, Denki must’ve been staring straight at his ass. “Fuck baby,” he whispers, the low tone making it seem as though he didnt want anyone else to hear his words. “I’m gonna fuck your ass sweetheart, just like you wanted.” Izuku moans, nodding dumbly as Denki pulls lube from thin air, pouring some directly on his hole before pressing inside.
They moan in tandem as Denki presses himself in. There was barely any friction, and Izuku had to intentionally clench down so that Denki could actually feel something. The man groans above him, hands gripping Izuku’s hips as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.
“So fucking loose down here,” Denki says, words tapering off into a lewd moan. Izuku bites his lip to keep himself from reminding Denki that the man had his fist up his ass not even twenty minutes ago.
“M-more?” Izuku asks gently. The blonde groans, picking up his pace. Their skin is clapping together, the sound like strikes of lightning in the silence of the room. His ass is so slick with lube that he can hear the squelching noises, and it makes his face burn. He’s moaning like a whore at this point, eyes rolling back as Denki gets more aggressive.
Just as he thinks it’s nearing too much, something is pressing against his drool soaked lips. There’s a hand dropping down to caress his cheeks, and Izuku can tell who it is by the cool rings pressed against his flushed skin.
“‘M sorry baby,” a deep voice drawls, seeming laid back on the surface, but Izuku still picks up on the underlying desperation. “You look so good like this, I couldn’t hold back.” Izuku groans as he opens his mouth, tongue darting out and licking over the soft tip of Sero’s warm cock.
His eyes roll back, though no one can tell but him. The taste of the man’s precum is bittersweet and he can’t get enough. If his hands weren’t cuffed, he’d be grabbing at Sero’s hips, forcing the man's cock down his throat. It’s that thought that makes his dilemma so apparent.
When he tried to squirm forward to take Sero further into his mouth, he forced Denki!’s cock out his hole. When he tried to grind back onto Denki’s cock, he had to let Sero slip from his lips. It was an endless struggle and he quickly realized that he was at the mercy of these two men.
He kneels on the table, staying still as possible as Denki fucks him. The man’s fingers were back on his clit, pinching and tugging, circling it with uncoordinated vigor. It was rushed and sloppy, but for some reason, that’s what made it feel so much better.
The same couldn’t be said about Sero, however. Izuku had never been fucked by someone with so much control, and it made him desperate to see what it was like when the man lost control. His thrusts were calm and consistent, never changing pace or intensity. It felt so good, the steady slide of a thick cock on his tongue.
A moan behind him has Izuku blinking behind his blindfold, attention shifting from the cock in his mouth to the one in his ass. Only then does he notice how hurried Denki’ thrusts were becoming. Izuku is struck by the realization that Denki is most likely a bottom, and Izuku knows this because this is exactly how he fucked on the rare casss Katsuki let him top.
“Izuku,” Denki whines into the cool air. Despite the weather, Izuku has a thin layer of sweat coating his flushed skin. In his defense, he’s sandwiched between two men while he gets his holes stuffed, so he doesn’t feel too bad about it. Another messy thrust has Izuku groaning, the hand on his clit falling away as Denki tightens his grip on the man below him. “I-i’m gonna cum,” the blonde moans.
Izuku moans with him, sharing the sentiment. This time, he doesn’t hesitate to pull off Sero's cock, freeing his mouth to talk freely. “Inside,” he says, more begging than anything. His voice is surprisingly raspy for how gently Sero had been fucking his throat. It doesn’t matter though, not when Denki is shoving his cock in as deep as he can, spilling white hot deep into Izuku’s ass.
Izuku’s core tightens, and he clenches around Denki’s cock, coming hard and strong as he does. He doesn’t squirt, but with the way his eggs tremble, he knows it was a close call. Still, his pussy is dripping so much that it probably seems like he had.
“Fuck, Izu,” Kaminari whispers disbelieving as he pulls out. Izuku clenches down with a whine, but he can still feel cum dripping out his ass. Denki graciously uses his thumb to push the blob of his semen back inside, his last gift to Izuku before he slinks away.
Denki’s cum burns inside of him, and he feels his body flush hotter with want. “More,” he cries out to those around him. “My pussy please, I need it.” He hears groans, whispered words as they figure out who gets to use him next. He could genuinely care less though, if he was being honest. His cunt was clenching around nothing, leaking slick for someone to come and fuck back into him.
Izuku is surprised when instead of a cock being pressed against his pussy, his handcuffs are unlocked. Izuku shivers as a hand slips across his stomach, coaxing him to lean back and sit up. He happily knows himself to be manhandled into a suitable position.
Said position is on his knees in the middle of the table, legs spread wide so both his ass and pussy are still accessible. He hears a small groaning noise, but it doesn’t come from a person. He hears Katsuki’s voice behind him, but it feels strangely distant with his fucked out he was.
“If you idiots break my table i’m kicking you out,” Katsuki tells them. A bright chuckle.
“Don’t worry,” Kiri’s voice rings out, surprisingly close. “We’ve got this.” Izuku yelps in surprise as his waist is grabbed by rough hands, and suddenly he’s being pulled onto a firm, naked body.
“O-oh,” he says, surprised. His hands found their way to muscled pectorals, squeezing them as best he could with his small hands. Katsuki was right in his skepticism. If anyone here had the potential to break their table, it was Kiri. When another body presses against his back, he can’t help his full body shiver. “W-wait what are you-,” he’s cut off by Kiri shushing him.
“It’s okay, Izuku,” he soothes, voice deeper than before. “Just relax and let us take care of you.” When a cock, probably thick as a fucking soda can, presses against his pussy, Izuku can’t help the noise he lets out. When another cock, less thick thankfully, presses up against his ass, Izuku knows he won't be able to get off this table by himself.
“Holy shit, yes,” he moans, trying his best to grind down on the two cocks. Kiri’s grip on his waist is just too strong, and knowing that he’s completely at the mercy of these men has him throwing his head back, moaning wantonly.
“I’m gonna go first,” Kiri tells him, pushing in just the tip. Izuku groans at the stretch, Eijirou’s cock so fucking warm as it presses in. Izuku can feel it throbbing, dripping precum into his pussy. “Gonna get you nice and used to my cock, then Sho is gonna fuck your ass.” Izuku mewls pitifully at the thought, pussy already throbbing and clenching around Kiri, and he was barely inside. Kiri chuckles meanly, hand coming down and giving a cruel slap to his clit.
“Oh, shi-fuck,” he cries out thighs trembling. “More, please I need it!” His voice is breathy and desperate, and he hears both Kirishima and Todoroki groaning around him.
Kirishima doesn’t hesitate to fuck all the way inside Izuku, hips fucking up into the males pussy. The sound he makes is absolutely debauched, but the sound of their skin slapping against each other’s is much more lewd. His cunt is squelching around Kiri’s cock, dripping down the male's length.
Kirishima isn’t absurdly long, Izuku actually thinks that the man’s cock is perfectly proportional, but where he falls short in length, he makes up in thickness. Izuku’s toys aren’t even thick like Kirishima, and with how sensitive his pussy is after being edged snd toyed with all day, he can’t be blamed for his quick orgasm.
“Oh my god, Kiri, ‘m gonna-.” He can’t even get the words out, hit when his entire body shakes and he cums around the man’s cock. Small little ‘ah ah ah’s’ are forced from his lips as he squirts, pussy absolutely throbbing. The stream of liquids forced from his cunt are strong enough to dislodge Kiri’s cock, drenching the man in his slick.
There’s a collective groan that echoes across the room, every set of eyes trained on the man’s squirting pussy. He pants as he comes down, legs giving out as he collapses against Kirishima’s body. He moans as, when he falls, the man cocks slide back inside of him, He’s tired and overstimulated, and he wasn’t even halfway done. He still had Sero and Shinsou, not to mention Katsuki. He can’t even think about all that, however, not when Shouto’s voice is ringing out behind him.
“I’m sorry, Midoriya, but I just can’t hold back anymore.” He blinks slowly behind his blindfold, brain slow to process the man’s words.
“Wait, huh?” He gets his answer in the form of Shouto’s thrusting into his ass. He cries out, pussy clenching around Kirishima as yet another small stream of slick is forced out.
“You’re so pretty like this, Izuku,” Kiri says softly, beginning to thrust again. “I never thought I'd see you like this, but I'm so glad I could.” Izuku whimpers, nodding.
“Y-you, oh fuck, you feel so good, Kiri,” he moans. The man makes a noise between a groan and a chuckle.
“Could say the same about you, sweetheart.” Kiri’s low voice has Izuku throwing his head back, resting it on Shoto’s shoulder.
“I wanna cum,” he says, voice pitchy and desperate. “Please make me cum,” he begs the man. They both groan, their thrusts picking up speed.
“I was stroking my cock to this pussy, watching it squirt while Denks fisted your ass.” Izuku moans, drool dripping down his chin. Kiri uses his thumb to gather his saliva, pushing it back in Izuku’s mouth. “Your cunt feels so goddamn good too baby,” Kiri says through gritted teeth. “Gonna cream this pussy, get you nice and full with my cum.”
Izuku sobs, clawing at Kiri’s chest and no doubt leaving marks. “Please,” he cries. “Do it,” he says, repeating the sentiment as Kiri pounds into him. Izuku is a mindless ball of pleasure, numb except for the feelings of the cocks fucking in and out of his holes.
“I-i’m close too, Izuku,” Shouto moans. The sound is as soft as the man that’s making him, like bells in the wind or the dying flame of a campfire. “Your ass feels so good, ‘s so loose.” Izuku sobs, knowing his ass has been gaped out for these men to do whatever they want to him.
Just knowing that he’s stretched beyond his limits has his cunt clenching down around Kiri, milking his cock. The action makes Kiri groan, hands hardening around Izuku’s waist and cutting into freckled skin. The pain burns so fucking good, and he feels himself on the edge once more, seconds from tumbling into pleasures void.
“Hey shitty hair, fucking control your quirk.” Izuku whines, loudly, shaking his head.
“N-no,” he says, igniring Katsuki’s instructions. “‘s so good,” he moans. “so fucking good, holy shit ‘m gonna cum again.” Kiri moans, gripping him harder, fucking him faster.
“Do it,” he says, voice practically a snarl. “Let me see you squirt in my cock like a dumb little painslut. Kiri moves his hardened hands, cutting Izuku’s hips once more, and that’s what gets Izuku to come.
“Holy shit, holy shit-ah!” Izuku practically shrieks as he cums, pussy gushing slick as the men fuck him to completion. In the back of his mind, he feels Todoroki filling his ass with an unnaturally warm load. It burned inside of him, but he was too preoccupied with his orgasm to pay it much mind.
By the time he’s finished coming, both his thighs and Kiri’s soaked with his juices. “Fuck baby you’re unbelievable,” Kiri says with a moan. Izuku just whines his response, letting Kiri slam him down onto his cock. His pussy is getting filled for the first time tonight, and Izuku is too fucked out to even appreciate it.
Izuku sniffles as they all come down. Body limp where he’s leaning against Kiri. They lay like that for a moment, Izuku stuck between the two men, the three of them creating the meatiest sandwich ever.
“Hey,” a smooth voice says, sounding near the edge of the table. “Done with him yet? I’m about to blow my load and I'm doing it in his pussy.” The man is talking about him like he’s an object, and all Izuku can do is moan about it. Kiri chuckles, all good natured and sweet.
“Of course, man,” he says cheerfully. “Have at 'em.” Kiri pulls out, stretching Izuku’s ass and making them both groan. When the redhead is out, Shouto follows suit, slipping out his ass and crawling off the table.
Izuku expects to get moved around again, but no, the man is taking Kirishima’s position, pulling Izuku over his lithe body. “H-Hanta,” he guesses. Cool rings press against his skin and Izuku shivers.
“You know it sweetheart,” he says. There’s a hand on his clit and he cries out thighs trying to squeeze shut but is blocked by Sero. “Fuck, you don’t know how hard it was to sit here and watch this. Your pussy looks so fucking good, like candy baby.” Izuku whimpers.
“T-thank you,” he says. Sero chuckles, pressing a kiss to his chest. He licks over Izuku’s chest for a second before realizing it doesn’t have much of an effect on him.
“Not your cup of tea?” Sero asks, pinching Izuku’s nipple. Izuku giggles airily.
“Not really,” he says. “After my surgery, I can’t really feel my nipples.” Sero hums.
“What a shame, sweetheart,” the man says. His deep voice makes Izuku’s cunt throb, and he swears he can feel a glob of cum and slick drip from his pussy and onto the table below. He’s about to open his mouth and beg for more when another presence creeps behind him.
“While I love this nice display of affection,” another voice drawls, this one deeper, “I’m getting impatient. Sero smirks against his chest.
“You can always join us, I don’t mind sharing,” he says. “Season of giving or whatever.” Shinsou chuckles as he too gets onto the table, Katsuki muttering curses of displeasure somewhere in the room.
“That’s christmas, dumbass.” Shinsou says as he crawls onto the table. Izuku giggles, feeling Shinsou sliding into the spot Todoroki had occupied. “I was thinking,” he says, hand slipping down and easily sliding four fingers into Izuku’s cunt. “Wanna both take his pussy?”
Sero and Katsuki gasp along with everyone else in the room. “You think we’ll fit,” Sero asks. Shinsou fucks his fingers deeper, making Izuku whine.
He smirks. “I don’t think we’re gonna have any problems.” Izuku whines, and Shinsou shushes him by thrusting slick covered fingers in his mouth.
“Be a good cumdump for us, yeah? We’ll make it quick.” Izuku moans, nodding. He could tell this would be the quickest fuck of the night with how Shinsou’s cock was drooling over his back. Sero takes out his cock, pressing it against Izuku’s cunt, and he can feel the heat radiating from the member.
The two weren’t lying when they said they were waiting. “Ready, sweetheart?” Sero asks him. He nods, and the two waste no time pressing inside.
“O-oh fuck,” he cries. Unlike Kiri and Shouto, they didn't go one at a time. They press in together, stretching his cunt almost painfully. “so full,” he cries as they bottom out. “Holy-ngh, ‘s too much.”
The two ignore him, thrusting as fast they can while pressed so close against each other. With their positioning on the table. it was hard for them to thrust, but they didn’t seem to mind.
“Holy fuck this pussy,” Sero groans, gripping his thighs in a bruising grip.
“How are you still so tight?” Shinsou asks with a groan. Izuku tries to answer, but the answer is garbled, drool on his lips as he goes cross eyed beneath the blindfold.
“Too dumb to talk?” Shinsou asks, panting as he seemingly approaches his orgasm. “It’s okay baby, we know it feels good.”
A hand on his clit has Izuku shrieking, cunt spasming.
“N-no, too much. Not my clit, not my-ah!” The hood of his clit is raised, and they press directly against that ball of nerves that has his body heating up from the inside out.
“N-no, if you do that I'm gonna-.” A mean pinch to his clit and a chuckle when his entire body spasms.
“Gonna what?” Shinsou asks, voice mean. “Gonna squirt on our cocks like a slut.” Izuku cries, trembling. He was probably so goddamn dehydrated with how many fluids he was losing sweating and squirting like a whore. But he didn't care, he felt too good.
“Yes,” he cries, trembling where he’s leaning back against Shinsou’s chest.
More teasing, more fingers rubbing his clit. Then there’s two sets of lips on the shells of his ears, both voices low. “Then do it,” they say together.
Izuku wails as his body shakes, pussy milking the cocks buried inside him. He comes with their names on his tongue, squirting messily around their cocks. His orgasm is messy and intense, and it takes the men inside him along for the ride. They grown in his ears as they cum, fucking their loads deep inside him.
When they pull out, Izuku feels their cum leaking out, and despite how hard he clenches down, it still spills out of him. He whimpers at the feeling of cum trickling down his thighs, gathering in a puddle beneath him. The men slide off the table, leaving him boneless in a mess of his own fluids.
He lays there for a while, sucking in breaths as his body loses the feeling of pins and needles. He startles when a hand slips over his thigh, squeezing it softly. It’s warm and rough and familiar, and it makes him feel less floaty, more in the moment.
“Fuck, Izuku,” Katsuki’s voice rings out. The man tugs him by the ankle until he’s kneeling on the edge of the table. Still, Katsuki is so tall, that the angle is perfect for him to fuck into his cunt. Izuku is still panting from his earlier orgasm, still able to feel all the bodily fluids on his skin. “You don’t know how fucking wrecked you look right now.”
Izuku had a pretty good idea, actually. After getting his ass fisted, his holes fucked in tandem, then his pussy stuffed with two cocks, he had a very good fucking idea of what he looked like.
“You’re fucking gaping, Izuku,” Katsuki says breathlessly. He moans, the sound noisier as Katsuki grips his ass, spreading him open even more. “Jesus, baby. I don’t even think I'll be able to feel you around me.”
“Please,” he cries. “just fuck me, sir.” Katsuki groans behind him, and Izuku is delighted to hear the sound of a zipper.
“You want this baby?” Katsuki asks. “Beg me for it.” Izuku whines, hanging his head. He fists his hands in the tablecloth, tears dampening the blindfold.
“Please sir,” he whimpers. “I need your cock so bad. Wanna feel you gape my pussy even more, need you to wreck me. Wanna make you cum, have you breed me and-.” He doesn’t get anything else out, not when Katsuki is slamming inside of him and effectively fucking every thought that doesn’t involve the blonde’s cock from his brain.
“ohmigosh thank you thank you, more sir!” He sobs as Katsuki fucks him, brutal and unforgiving, everything Izuku needs in the moment. His pussy was so sore, so overstimulated. Still, he needed to cum.
Katsuki fucks are hard and quick, knocking the breath from his lungs with every thrust. “Goddamn baby, never felt your pussy this loose before.” Izuku whines, clenching down. Katsuki groans at that, fucking even harder,
“Sir ‘s too much,” he says, voice trembling around his words.
“Fucking take it,” Katsuki snarls. Izuku whines, head hung low as he continues to tremble. “Fuck baby, you look so-ngh, so good like this.” Izuku mewls, trying to grind down on the man’s cock and run away simultaneously.
“A-are you close sir?” he asks, voice a measly croak.
“So close baby,” he says, licking over the man’s neck, sucking hickeys into flushed skin. “But i’m gonna get you there first.” Izuku sucks in a panicked breath.
“W-wait sir, no I don wan- don’t wanna cum anymore.” Katsuki gives a mean laugh, gripping his hips harder and making him moan weakly.
“Of course you do, baby. C’mon, you’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you?” He shakes his head, trembling,
“C-can’t,” he choked out. “It hurts, ‘s too much.” Katsuki slaps his ass a few times, just to watch it bounce, and it makes Izuku cry out, voice a raspy mess.
“But you love it when it’s too much, don’t pretend baby.” Izuku sobs, chest heaving as he feels that familiar sensation. A warmth creeping up his spine, a clench of his abdominals, the tingle in the base of his stomach.
“F-fuck sir,” he cries, pankicked ss he feels his orgasm approaching. Katsuki snarls, biting every piece of skin he can find. The pain sends happy signals coursing through his brain and Izuku trembles.
“Gonna do it for me, baby?” Katsuki asks, voice cocky, “C’mon, do it. Wanna watch you squirt around my cock.” Izuku shakes his head, but he can feel himself about to fall over the edge. He opens his mouth to protest, but for some reason his jello brain can’t process, he can’t speak.
Suddenly, there’s a tongue down his throat, a hand on his clit, and that’s what gets Izuku to come one last time. He sobs as he reaches his orgasm, pussy clenching around Katsuki’s cock as he comes.
Seeing his mate convulsing on his cock sends Katsuki tumbling into his own orgasm. He groans, biting down on Izuku’s shoulder as he feels the man’s pussy tightening like a vic around
He dribbles slick onto the table, soaking the table cloth even more. He’s shaking like a leaf in a storm. the last of his energy leaking out of him in the form of his pussy juices.
There’s a voice above him, but suddenly the world is fading out around him. Due to the blindfold, he can’t tell when his vision goes dark. But in one moment he’s hearing his boyfriend whispering sweet nothings in his ear, and the next he’s slumped against the table completely dead to the world around him.
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Izuku blinks his eyes open, surprised that he’s even able to see anything. His body felt tingling and warm, and it didn't take him long to realize that he was lying in his room, naked under his covers.
“Holy shit,” he groans, sitting up. Unsurprisingly, his legs were completely immobile, and he had to rely on arm strength just to get him sitting up. He blinked over to the corner of the room, watching as the door opened snd Katsuki walked in. The male looks surprised to see Izuku awake, eyes wide when he sees the man.
“You’re up,” he says, voice softening slightly. Izuku nods, and Katsuki walks further into the room. He sits down on the bed, Izuku leaning against his shoulder and sighing happily. “How are you feeling baby?” Katsuki asks him.
Izuku giggles. “Sore,” he answers. “But reslly good too. I’ve never psssed out like that before.” Katsuki chuckles.
“You’ve never cum like that before, either.” Izuku blushes.
“Y-yeah, that’s true too.” Katsuki huffs an amused noise, and it makes Izuku’ heart swell.
“Thank you for this, Kacchan,” he says softly. Katsuki looks at him, lips parted in surprise, like he hadn’t even expected a thank you.
“Yeah of course,” the man says. “You’ve been wanting this forever, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” Katsuki blushes too, scratching behind his ear bashfully. “And I thought it was hot too,” he says, avoiding eye contact.
Izuku gives him a smirk, throwing his upper body against his lover. “You liked it, huh Kacchan? Liked it as in you’d wanna do it again?” Katsuki just puts a hand on his face, pushing him away.
“Don’t fuckin’ push it, Deku.” Izuku giggles tugging Katsuki into a laying position, making the man cuddle him to his chest.
“Still, thank you,” he says against Katsuki’s flushed skin. Katsuki blushes, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s hair.
“Of course, baby.” He rubs over Izuku’s back, the smaller hero’s eyes slipping closed. “Happy thanksgiving,” Katsuki says gently. Izuku smiles.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Kacchan.”