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Katsuki was sitting in the passenger seat of his mother's car, one part angry and two parts ecstatic. He was fucking sixteen, for god's sake, and his mother couldn't trust him to take care of himself for one fucking week while his parents left for a vacation?! Like, how overprotective could she be? On the other hand, however, he was going to be able to see Deku for the first time in four years, and spend a whole week with him. He couldn't fucking wait to see the look on the nerd's face when they met. Katsuki had grown a lot, gained muscle, and his voice had dropped. A lot. Deku would probably almost shit himself over how hot he was, and it made the teen smirk. Katsuki knew the effect he had on other people, and it was precisely why he was able to get away with being an asshole to everyone and everything. People didn't stay mad at you for long when you looked like God's favorite. At least, if there was one. Katsuki definitely didn't believe anyone had given him such wonderful genes. He preferred to think he chose them.

Katsuki hadn't been sure what exactly to wear, but he didn't want to look like he'd dressed up for the nerd, even though he had, so he'd opted for a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The t-shirt wasn't that tight, but Katsuki had bulked up enough to where you could just see the faint outline of his muscles through them. The grey sweatpants were an... obvious choice, considering the way extras begged him to fuck them whenever he went out in them. Which he only did when there was nothing better to do. He always just fantasized that the person was Deku, so he honestly couldn't name or even recognize which people at his school he had fucked and which ones he hadn't. Not that he cared what they thought. He knew what they thought, and that thought was that Katsuki was the closest human being to God there was. There was no fucking way Deku would be able to view him as a child anymore, not when he looked like this.

"Katsuki?"

"What, hag?!"

"Try not to give Izuku a hard time. He's a third-year in college, you know."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "I fucking know already. I don't even need Deku to take care of me."

Mitsuki sighed. "Well, it puts me at ease to know you're going to be with someone I trust. Izuku will keep you out of trouble."

Katsuki scoffed. "Whatever."

Katsuki had no plans what-so-ever to listen to his mother. He was definitely going to give the shitty nerd a hard time, and he was going to make sure to get him in trouble. Katsuki was finally going to make his dreams come true. Katsuki had everything-- looks, strength, incredible wit and humor, brains, talent, and a voice that could probably make millions if he chose to become a phone sex operator, but he didn't have one thing and that thing-- was Midoriya Izuku.

Most sixteen year-olds dreamed of getting good grades, finding solace, and maybe getting a partner, or something cheesy and romantic about their crush. Katsuki Bakugou only had one real aspiration in life, and that was, well, fucking the shit out of his childhood best friend and babysitter. And doing it without his consent. It was the only thing he'd gotten off to since his sexual awakening at eleven, and sometimes he briefly wondered if maybe he was wrong for having fantasies of making the older boy-- oh, he wasn't a boy anymore, was he?-- making the adult, Katsuki amended, scream at him in pain and pleasure, begging him to stop but really meaning "don't". The thoughts were always fleeting, though, and quickly discarded because, if the shitty nerd liked it in the end, what did it matter? Plus, he didn't have these thoughts about anyone else. He was definitely a fan of dominating others but all his partners had been substitutes. They got him off, but that was it, really. He was never very enthusiastic. But he absolutely relished the idea of making Deku submit to him, making him take all the pent-up frustrations he's had and imparting it to him tenfold, as payback for the absolute torture he'd caused, the anger that that came from the inconvenience of only one person being able to truly satisfy his desires. The idiot would probably fucking like it anyway. Katsuki would bet good money on that "innocent" "delicate" Deku being into noncon. He had to be, since they were a perfect match, of course.

Katsuki's birth giver stopped the car and gave her son a quick kiss on the cheek before he had the opportunity to push her away.

"Ew, stop!! That's enough, you hag!"

"Bye, Katsuki!!"

The blonde boy rolled his eyes, giving the woman a half-hearted wave before grabbing his duffel bag and heading up the stairs. He opened his phone to check his mother's text for the apartment number once more before knocking twice. He couldn't wait to see the guy's expression once they reunited.

Deku opened the door. His eyes had immediately looked down, as if he'd expected Katsuki to be the same height he'd been when he was twelve. He saw the shock in Deku's eyes when he realized he was looking down at Katsuki's stomach, and his eyes slowly traveled up the teen's body before finally meeting crimson irises. Deku's eyes widened even further and Katsuki could see the gears turning-- or maybe spazzing was a better term-- in Deku's mind when his face flushed. It was fucking cute.

"K-Kacchan! Hi!" he said, welcoming him.

Katsuki loved how he was able to look down at the green-haired idiot. He hadn't grown any since the last time he'd seen him, and his eyes were just as round and innocent-looking as Katsuki had remembered.

"Hey, Deku," Katsuki greeted, smirking.

He noticed the way Deku's face flushed upon hearing his voice, but didn't say anything about it. Deku stepped aside to let Katsuki in, closing the door behind him before going to the kitchen, the teen following behind. He realized then that Deku was wearing an apron, and that he was in the middle of cooking. The apron wasn't anything special, but it was enough to make the blonde's thoughts run wild. He could see now that while Deku hadn't grown in height, he'd definitely gained muscle, and had some really nice calves. His shorts showed Katsuki just a sliver of the man's thighs, which looked just as good. Deku had to know how much of a tease he was being, looking like that. There was no fucking way the nerd could be unaware of how fuckable he looked, and he was probably teasing Katsuki on purpose.

Katsuki turned at the sound of a door opening to find a short, chubby brunette girl coming their way. She was cute, but looked somehow threatening, and Katsuki nearly sized her up before she broke into a wide smile, looking incredibly amiable and... sparkly.

"Oh! Is this your boyfriend, Deku-kun? Didn't you say he was coming over?"

Katsuki seethed at the idea of his Deku being involved with anyone else but quickly changed his expression to an uncharacteristically kind one, and held out his hand. He did, however, like that this girl had assumed he and Deku were dating. As they should be.

"Um! Th-That's not--!" Deku protested, his cheeks flushed.

"I'm Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki."

The brunette looked down at his hand and grabbed it, before she pulled the taller boy into a tight ass hug instead, which he accepts...begrudgingly. He returned the hug after a moment, only to keep up his friendly facade.

"K-Kacchan! You should--"

Katsuki glared at Deku and the man promptly shut his mouth.

The girl swooned over the nickname and released Katsuki from her grip, which had been just as strong as he'd suspected.

"Ohh, that nickname is so cute, you guys must be so close!!" she squealed. "I'm Uraraka Ochako, by the way. Deku-kun's roomate."

"Uraraka-san! It's not cute, it's just habit!" Deku whined. Katsuki found the impatience in his tone to be adorable, and let himself smile.

"It's totally cute, Deku-kun." Katsuki decided he liked this girl, since they shared the same hobby of teasing the curly-haired idiot. "Anyway, do you mind if I bring a few of our friends over?"

Deku shook his head to signal that he didn't care.

"Okay, Awesome! I'll leave you guys to catch up for a bit." Ochako waved, bounding back to her room, cheery. "Also, I'm spending the night with Tsuyu-chan!"

Deku nodded and returned his attention to cooking, the two falling into a not-uncomfortable silence. The silence did, however, annoy the teenager, because Deku wouldn't have been fucking silent if Katsuki were to bend him over the counter and fuck him, but Katsuki, for obvious reasons, did not bring this up.

"So, what's this about you having a boyfriend, Trash?" Katsuki ventured.

The adult stiffened, his cheeks turning a shade of red. "I-I don't have one. Not officially, anyway. I'm kinda dating someone, and I was gonna introduce him to Uraraka-san this weekend, but Mitsuki-san called me immediately after I'd made plans, so it was easy to cancel."

"Hmm," Katsuki mused, hiding the immense jealousy Deku's blushy expression gave him. "I'm surprised you got someone to be interested in you, Deku. You know, since you're trash."

"Geez, Kacchan. I thought you'd lose your attitude as you aged, but you've only gotten meaner," Deku noted, his back still to Katsuki as he focused on the food he was making.

Katsuki assumed it was all he could do to keep himself from thinking about sweet little "Kacchan" inappropriately.

"I can't even apologize," Katsuki said, sauntering up to Deku to stand behind him. "I like being mean," he added, smirking at the way the shorter man flinched upon the realization that Katsuki had closed some of the distance between them. Katsuki put an arm on the counter beside Deku and lowered his face closer to his ear. "And I can be very..." he deepened his voice, to the point where it came out almost like a growl. "...very, mean."

Izuku hesitated before responding. Kacchan's voice was so different from what it had been. It wasn't childlike at all, and it was honestly difficult for the adult to listen to it. His voice had dropped at least two octaves from what was in his memory, and he cursed at himself for being affected at it.

"You should learn to be nice, Kacchan," Deku replied, smoothly, but Katsuki didn't miss the blush on his cheeks, nor the forced evenness in his voice. He was probably mentally scolding himself for being affected by the blonde's voice, and Katsuki could easily imagine his thoughts being something along the lines of "Geez, calm down, Izuku, he's a fucking kid." But this was the exact effect he wanted to have, anyway, so it satisfied him to see that kind of reaction.

Katsuki backed away from Deku and assumed a casual position beside him, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. He looked at the man, whose only real giveaway was the slight tint on his cheeks. But Katsuki knew him well. Yeah, Deku was definitely into this, the fucking weirdo. Hah. "No way. The people I'm mean to are always asking for it, anyway," Katsuki said, flippantly. The ambiguous meaning seemed to be lost on the adult, but Katsuki paid it no mind. Deku would be thinking about it later.

Deku sighed, and immediately Katsuki became infuriated. He knew that sigh. That stupid, elderly brother-type sigh, that told Katsuki that Deku was looking down on him.

"You haven't changed, Kacchan."

Katsuki hated the way Deku said it, even if his behavior hadn't 'improved'. He'd learned a lot more, he was socially aware, he knew how to deal with people correctly. He simply chose to be an asshole. Didn't mean he hadn't learned anything.

"The only difference is that I fuck around and do shit I'm not supposed to."

"That's not safe, Kacchan. Drugs and stuff can be dangerous." The adult walked around him to grab plates from the cabinet behind him, providing Katsuki with a nice view when the older man's shirt rode up, exposing his side.

Katsuki groaned, rolling his eyes. He hated when Deku spoke to him like this, now even more so since he was, in his mind, an adult. Less than two years until his "legal" adulthood, and Katsuki was stubborn enough to have reasonable belief that he wouldn't be much different by the time he turned eighteen.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Deku. I'm sure I know more about drugs and how to be safe with them than you do."

"K-Kacchan! I've done drugs!"

"Oh yeah? Like what, alcohol?" Katsuki teased, snarkily.

"...Yeah, but I've gotten high too!" He insisted.

"Ohhh, so you're a big boy, huh."

Deku rolled his eyes as he made a plate for himself and Katsuki, before taking off his apron and carrying them to the dining table. The blonde was a little disappointed that the apron had come off, but he sure as fuck refused to show it on his face.

"I'm older than you, Kacchan, not a baby! Unlike you, I'm an adult. I know how to handle myself."

You're not gonna know how to handle yourself by the end of the night, Katsuki thought. And him being an "adult" was of no real consequence to Katsuki. If anything, the idea only fueled his desire to fuck the guy. He followed behind the man, sitting at the seat adjacent to him at the four-person table.

"For god's sake, Deku," not that Katsuki believed in god. "I'm not a fucking child anymore," he sneered.

"Yeah that's fucking obvious--" the man hesitated momentarily, his face heating up, but quickly regained his composure before adding, "but you should still be safe."

Katsuki took note of Deku's blushing face, but opted not to comment on it so Deku could go on deluding himself into thinking he hadn't noticed. But he fucking had. The sick fuck was totally affected by him, by his voice, his stature, the considerable difference in their body sizes now, and Katsuki loved it. Deku was so gross, not being able to stop thinking about a fucking kid when he supposedly had a whole unofficial boyfriend. Katsuki was irresistible, after all, so it wasn't a surprise. He practically emanated dominance, and it didn't take a fucking genius to figure out that Deku was submissive. It was easy to tell, but Katsuki knew instinctively that the shorter man was also a freak. He had to be, since his existence was quite obviously made for Katsuki.

They ate in silence for a while.

"I'm always safe," Katsuki said, backtracking on their conversation. "I always have safe-words for my partners."

"Ka-Kacchan! That's not what I meant!!" Deku countered, his voice jumping an octave from surprise and discomfort. Izuku hated that he ended up conjuring an image in his mind and mentally slapped himself.

The boy laughed at the clear embarrassment on the adult's face, the sound of it seemed to echo through the apartment.

"I bet I'm more well-versed than you there, too."

"I am not talking about this with you! But for the record, I don't think so," Deku said.

"What? It's chill, Deku. I don't give a fuck and I'm the one who brought it up anyway. You can tell me, dude."

Katsuki didn't really care about Deku's sex life, since it would only involve him from tonight on, but talking about it now was just a way to get Deku to start considering him in a sexual way. He needed Deku to stop looking at him like he was still an innocent twelve year-old. Though, he hadn't been innocent at twelve either, considering he'd often convince the idiot into spending the night in his bed so he could masturbate to the heavy sleeper without his knowledge. Still, he loathed the idea of Deku still viewing Katsuki as the innocent little boy that Deku had-- mistakenly-- perceived him as.

Deku rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm pretty 'well-versed'. But that's all you're getting out of me. I'm not giving you any of the guys' names, nor am I going to talk about what we did."

"You're no fun, Deku," Katsuki complained, but he didn't press on the matter, mainly to give sewer-hair time to actually really think about the kid he used to take care of being sexually active...and even needing to use safewords. He looked over to the living room, noticing a keyboard set up in the corner. "Do you still play?" Katsuki asked, changing the topic.

Deku nodded, clearly thankful for the topic change.

"I practice every now and then. Do you?"

Katsuki grinned, cockily. He wanted to make a joke about how he was good with his hands, but he decided against it for now. "Yeah. You got anything to drink, nerd?"

Deku narrowed his eyes at him. "For you? I've got a nice bottle of soda."

"Oh, come on, Deku. I haven't seen you in four years, you can spoil me a little."

"You're too big for me to spoil you, Kacchan."

'Too big?' Yeah, he fucking was. But certainly not too big to receive special treatment. Which he deserved.

"Never," Katsuki replied. He smiled sweetly down at Deku, the way he always had when he'd wanted something. The smile that made people give into him because he was 'too cute', though he was certain it was much closer to the term 'hot' now. Deku studied Katsuki's face then huffed, exasperated.

"I can't believe I haven't grown facial hair yet," he pouted.

"Awe, poor baby," Katsuki cooed, patronizing the adult. "You really can't beat me at anything, huh, loser?"

"I'm not a baby!"

"I'm not a baby, either."

"Okay, fine! You can drink!!" Deku wailed, flailing his arms in frustration. "But we are not making any trips to go anywhere, no ice cream or gas station runs, because I am not going to go to jail for distributing alcohol to minors."

No, but you might for fucking one, Katsuki thought as he smirked to himself.

Deku got up to make his way back to the kitchen, and Katsuki decided he'd be nice and put their dishes away. He watched as Deku stood on his toes to grab wine glasses, and nearly salivated when the man's shirt rode up again, exposing his skin. Katsuki walked over to the man and took the opportunity to just barely have their bodies graze against one another, reaching over him to grab the glasses his senior was struggling to reach. The smaller man turned around, annoyed.

"I could've gotten those," Deku stated, curtly. Something like anger flashed in his eyes.

"And I got them instead," Katsuki replied cockily, looking down on the idiot with a smirk. "Didn't have to stand on my toes to reach 'em, either."

Deku glared up at him, obviously flustered.

"I think I liked you better when you were over 5 inches shorter than me."

"I think I like you better now that you'reover 5 inches shorter than me."

Deku pushed Katsuki away from him, not harshly, but still with force.

"Not all of us are blessed with such good genes, okay? I'd probably be taller if I--"

The adult paused, then trailed off, mumbling to himself, defeated. Katsuki wasn't sure what he was worrying about, but he knew the older man well enough to have picked up on some of his habits.

"You're not that short," Katsuki told him, and it was probably the closest thing to comforting that anyone got from him.

Deku sighed, and the pair of childhood friends fell into silence as he got to work on opening the wine bottle.

Ochako exited her room again and skipped over to the kitchen. "You guys drinking? Perfect timing! Tsuyu-chan, Kyouka and Denki will be here any minute. Oh, and Bakugou-kun, we have liquor if you want it."

Katsuki nodded and said thank you to her.

"How come you're being so nice to my roommate? It's unlike you," Deku whispered. It was obvious he was pouting and trying not to show it.

"Why're you asking? Jealous?" Katsuki whispered back.

"No!! ...I think. You're just never nice to me."

Katsuki smirked and nudged Deku, making him lose his balance to the point where he spilled a bit of the wine in the bottle he just opened. Katsuki laughed at his expense.

"Kacchan!!" Deku yelled, obviously frustrated by the wine on his face and shirt.

The blonde inched closer to him and grabbed his face before licking up the dripping wine slowly. Izuku flushed bright red. Whatthefuck what the fuck is Kacchan doing? Oh god this is not okay I'm not okay Izuku you idiot, he's a minor, think about other things think about sunflowers think about Shouto think about--

"See? I'm nice to you. Gotcha cleaned up."

The boy grinned.

"Y-You can't just do that to people, Kacchan!" Deku whined in protest. He was clearly upset now that he'd had an innapropriate thought about his childhood friend but the blonde just smirked in victory.

Ochako looked to the two boys, narrowing her eyes at Deku who reddened.

"Deku-kun, are you like...into weird shit? You've always been super fidgety and quiet every time I ask. But seeing you interact with your boyfriend it's just got these...big kinky vibes."

"Uraraka-san, please!! Don't embarrass me! And it's not like that!"

Katsuki didn't say anything and just watched as the dark-haired boy freaked out.

"Yeah, if you say so, Deku-kun."

Ochako wedged herself between them and made herself a drink.

. . .

Katsuki was warm, but he'd been sure to pace his drinking, whereas the college students around him seem to have been intent on getting drunk. With the exception of Deku, which annoyed him. He'd only suggested drinking for the sake of getting his ex-babysitter drunk and horny. And Deku seemed about as close to sober as Katsuki. He needed a way to get him to consume more alcohol.

They were playing circle of death. Ochako pulled a King.

"Oooh I get to make a rule now!! Okay."

The girl pursed her lips to think. Katsuki just hoped it was a rule that would make Deku more drunk.

"OOH I GOT ONE! Okay. After you pull a card, you gotta say a kink you're into, hehe."

Katsuki raised his eyebrows. That was another point for sparkly girl in his book. Deku was sure to be embarrassed. And in front of others, which would just increase Katsuki's enjoyment.

"Uraraka-san! Can't you do something else?" The idiot said.

"Nooo way," she insisted. "I told you I was gonna get you to confess all your kinks to me Deku. We've been roommates for two years and I still don't know shit cuz you never fuck guys here."

"I'm being considerate and going there instead!"

"You're just shy about it, aren't you, Midoriya-kun?" her girlfriend chimed in. The girlfriend must really like frogs, since her shirt had them. Even her socks and a corner of her pants. It's weird, but Katsuki can see why someone like Sparkly Girl would be charmed by it.

Dumbass Dirty-Blonde and Gage Girl snickered at the remarks.

Froggy pulled a card. "I'm a voyuer." Her card was a two, so she pointed to Deku.

"Are you targeting me, Tsu?" he asked. Ah, that's right, her name is Asui Tsuyu, Katsuki remembered.

"You and Bakugou-kun are the most sober people right now so yes."

Okay, now Katsuki had to give her a point. She'd stated her kink so flippantly and had no issue teasing Deku? Maybe these people didn't have to be just extras.

Katsuki picked a card from the circle. "I'm a sadist," he stated, before locking eyes with Deku. The shorter boy quickly averted his gaze, blushing. Katsuki decided sitting across from him was definitely a good decision. "It's a five, by the way."

"Wh...What's that again?" the dumb-looking guy asked, speech starting to slur.

"Guys. You, Deku and Bakugou have to drink," Gage Girl explained.

"Oh." He held up his cup and drank from it. It was evident he was a lightweight, which Katsuki smirked at. He threw his own drink back, looking over to Deku again, who seemed to have spaced out. Probably thinking "Wah, Kacchan's a sadist??" or something like that. Fucking idiot.

"Hey, Nerd. It's your go."

"O-Oh. Right," he stuttered, fumbling with the cards. He pulled one.

"I-I..."

"Come on Midoriyaaa, tell us your kink!" Kaminari egged on.

"I, uh...I like... asphyxiation."

"You have to speak in ways that Denki can understand, Deku-kun."

Katsuki kept his eyes on the adult, knowing he's shrinking away from his gaze. They met eyes once more and Deku scrunched his face in embarrassment.

"I...I like being choked, okay?!" he yelled.

Deku blushed furiously and threw back his red solo cup, chugging it.

"It was a three," he added, explaining the reason he drank, though it didn't account for how much. He got up to make himself another. Katsuki thought about how cute it was that Deku had trouble just admitting to his kinks. Katsuki knew they were perfectly compatible by instinct, but was sure still having fun hearing Deku explicitly say what he's into.

Kyouka took her card and announced, "I got a voice kink. People with nice voices just get me going."

"...So how come you're with Denki?" Asui asked.

"Hey!!" he protested.

"Denki's got a nice voice. Real cute. The card's a 6 by the way, so bottoms up, Tsuchako!"

Sparkly girl giggled. "That's cute, is that our ship name?"

"Guess so." Asui gave Sparky Girl a quick peck and smiled.

Deku took his spot on the couch again, looking considerably less sober than before he chugged his drink. His cheeks were flushed and Katsuki found it cute. He couldn't wait to have that man under him.

Denki grabbed a card and yelled "4!" which had everyone scrambling to touch the floor. "I like when Kyouka pegs me!" he yelled once Asui accepted her loss and drank.

"No surprise there," Katsuki said. "And I just met you."

Katsuki thought the guy reminded him of the energizer bunny. Battery Boy laughed heartily.

"I like you, dude! Deku, you never told me you knew someone like this."

"I don't gossip about people, unlike you, Kaminari!" Oh, so it was Kaminari, huh.

"Ok, ok, shut up, my turn!" Ochako yelled, taking her card. "Damn, it's a ten!" she complained briefly, before diving into a ramble. So she was a talkative drunk. "I'm into lingerie, especially lace bras with the nipple part cut out in a heart! Tsuyu-chan looks so good in 'em and I feel sexy wearing 'em! Also, never have I ever sucked a dick! Fuck you guys, sapphic rights!!"

Everyone but the lesbian couple put their fingers down.

"We all know Midoriya's as gay as it gets, but Denki, you've sucked dick?" the punk girl asked.

"Not goin' into detail but I lost a bet in my frat and...needless to say I hated it. I am still the group's Token Hetero, don't worry!"

"Wait, you too, Bakugou?!" Kyouka exclaimed, as if just then realizing he had clapped. The guy shrugged.

"I'll fuck whatever can satisfy me. Also giving head is pretty nice, making people noisy is hot." Katsuki shifted his gaze over to Deku. "Watching people fall apart is great." Deku blushed.

"Anyway!" Ochako yelled, clapping her hands and trying to get people on track.

"Never have I ever been into tying people up," Asui said.

Katsuki clapped and put another finger down.

"Never have I ever..." he looked at Deku and smirked, making an inference about his interests. "Never have I ever been a rope bunny."

Deku clapped. Katsuki knew he was thinking about it now. He had to be thinking about their compatibility since it was...clear as day. It was becoming more and more obvious by the second.

"Really, Deku-kun?" Sparkly girl asks. "Like, hardcore stuff?? Shibari and...chains, even?!"

Izuku nodded, embarrassed, but didn't really elaborate. He hated this. He hated that everyone had decided to just make the game sexual and how they all had no trouble discussing it when there was really a kid in the room and he hated that he was a rope bunny and a masochist and that he was even considering the fact that he and Kacchan were compatible and he hated that he could so easily envision being tied up by the blonde now when he had never, never in his life considered Kacchan to be someone he could even discuss his sex life with because they were five years apart and Kacchan was supposed to always be little, he'd been little in Izuku's mind until today and it was terrible that he wasn't because Izuku was having bad thoughts. And he felt gross for it. "Never have I ever had straight sex," he said, not giving away the absolute mess of thoughts in his mind.

Kaminari, Gage Girl, and Katsuki all clapped and put a finger down. Katsuki could tell Deku was mentally freaking out, just as he'd wanted. The universe must really love him, to have turned this into a sexual game without Katsuki even saying or suggesting anything. He didn't even have to do the work because Deku was just naturally going to think about Katsuki sexually from the situation.

"Never have I ever been a degradee," Punk Girl said, obviously targeting her boyfriend.

Deku, Dumbass, and Frog Girl put a finger down. God, Deku was so fucking submissive. Was there a single submission kink he wasn't into? The fucking slut. He probably wanted to be treated like property.

"Never have I ever masturbated to Deku."

Oh. Well that was an interesting statement. Sparkly Girl clapped without hesitance, which Deku didn't seem very surprised about, and then Katsuki clapped. Loudly, as if demanding attention. Green eyes met crimson instantly, and Katsuki watched as his expression changed from shocked, to "oh he's probably just saying that since Ochako thinks we're boyfriends" to "oh no what if he's serious?!" to blushing a deep shade of red that made Katsuki want to devour him right then. Deku was definitely trying to figure out how long this had been going on and how recently and what that meant.

"Disclaimer I'm still a lesbian but Deku-kun is too cute so I would make an exception in my mind at least. Maybe in real life. I would just love to tease him. Oh! Never have I ever been into public sex."

Katsuki, Deku, and Gage Girl clapped. Kaminari sighed as if remembering something unpleasant. Deku looked at Katsuki from across the room and Katsuki held his stare, making sure to do so casually as he leaned back into the couch. Deku seemed to find his confidence and continued to make eye contact with the younger man, as if to say 'I'm the adult here, I won't lose!' or something ridiculously naive like that. Katsuki turned up a corner of his mouth and watched the idiot falter and look away, embarrassed. It was so fucking easy to make Deku crumble, he never stood a chance against Katsuki.

"You guys could like, put on a show for us," Froggy suggested.

"N-N-No way!" his childhood friend protested, shaking his head furiously and flailing his arms in an x-motion. "I'm not doing anything with Kacchan!"

"Hey, Gage Girl, switch seats with me."

"I have a name, Angry Boy. It's Kyouka."

She got up nonetheless and plopped down next to Asui. Katsuki eyed Deku and gave him a once-over, making absolutely certain that Deku knew he was getting checked out, before the blonde sat beside him.

"Oh look, our legs are touching! There's your show, pervs," Katsuki announced, sarcastic enthusiam in his voice.

Deku sighed and visibly relaxed. Probably because he knew that even now, the guy was absolute shit at saying no to the blonde. Katsuki was going to let Deku stay in denial, for a little bit.

"You guys aren't fun," Froggy pouted.

Not yet, they weren't.

"Never have I ever worn animal ears during sex."

Deku clapped and Katsuki raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! D-don't ask me about it!"

"Deku-kun, you're out."

"Huh? I thought it was 10 fingers!"

"No, we said at the beginning only five 'cuz otherwise it goes on forever!! Now drink!"

Deku huffed and took a sip of his drink. Asui pulled her card. "I like impact play. Also, I just pulled a king, so new rule!! Everyone has to ask Midoriya-kun or Bakugou-kun to do something after they pull a card. And you guys have to do it, otherwise you have to chug your whole drink."

Katsuki absolutely loathed taking orders from people, but he figured he could get to liking this since most people in the room seemed to enjoy teasing his childhood friend. And considering Frog Girl's a voyeur, he figured this could be a pretty favorable situation for him.

"W-Wait, Tsu, I don't really think--"

"It's just a game, Deku, it doesn't matter," Katsuki interjected, knowing damn well it mattered and that he couldn't wait to see how it played out.

"Three." Kyouka said. She took a sip of her drink before tossing the card behind her. "Bakugou, tell us the first thing you've ever masturbated to."

"My childhood friend."

He didn't elaborate, but he could tell by the way Deku stiffened and blushed that he knew Katsuki meant him. Well, there's one of your answers, Deku.

Deku took a card.

"Kacchan...play something on the piano," he requested.

"That's it?" Katsuki asked.

"That's it!"

Katsuki stood and walked over to the keyboard, sitting on the stool beside it. He stretched out his arms and cracked his knuckles in preparation.

"Get ready, losers. I'm about to blow your minds."

The blonde took a deep breath before diving straight into an aggressive, commanding piece that was very fitting for his personality. Deku immediately recognized it as Beethoven's Piano Sonata no. 14, "Moonlight", 3rd movement. Katsuki was domineering to the piano just like he was with everything else. It didn't matter what the keyboard was capable of, how much pressure it could take, Katsuki was forcing it to take what he gave it, and he knew Deku couldn't listen to this without thinking about how much he wanted to take whatever Katsuki forced into him. He wasn't gentle with the piano by any means, but he certainly wasn't doing any damage to it either. Katsuki closed his eyes, conjuring up the image of a certain green-haired boy that he would very much like to play. It was like he was bullying the instrument. He knew he could play Deku just the same and smiled to himself as he thought about it. He was well-aware of the silence around him; he knew exactly how to dominate people through music as well. He knew he could command a room with his voice alone and translated that confidence into the way he played the piano. It was befitting of his image. Katsuki was a perfect specimen. So perfect, in fact, that the bookshelf of his morals had been kept pristine. They were looked at, occasionally, flipped through if Katsuki was feeling particularly generous, but never used or read thoroughly. He gave everyone the illusion that he used them, though, and in this way kept his image as god's favorite.

Katsuki played the last chord and waited for applause.

"Kacchan, that was amazing!! I didn't know you were that good!"

"I'm good with my hands," he replied, smug.

"Denki, if you learn to do that I'll let you top me more often."

"Kyouka!! You know you're the musical one!"

She sighed, disappointed.

"Oh, the card was 9," Deku said. "Um...Yellow."

"Fellow," Katsuki replies, sitting back down.

"Uh...Uh...Fuck!" Kaminari hesitated. "Uh, 'hell no?'"

Everyone shook their head in pity, and Kanimari drank.

Katsuki pulled a card.

"Deku." He turned the card around to show an 8. Now they'd both be drinking each time the other lost. "Oh and...say the most recent dirty thought you've had."

"Kacchan!"

"Fine, I...most recently thought about being tied up and...um..."

"And what?" Ochako pressed.

"G-getting fucked in front of people."

"Wait, like...us 'people'?" Kyouka asked.

"No! Just in general!"

Katsuki laughed. Deku had to be thinking about him. What a pathetic creep. He was honestly surprised that there wasn't a bulge forming in his pants yet from how red his face looked.

Kaminari pulls a card. "Funny how both those things are exactly what you'd admitted being into like, half an hour ago," he said. He fliped the card over. "Jack. Great, that's me. Midoriya, sit in Bakugou's lap."

"B-but--!"

"I dunno what your relationship is, but you guys've been giving each other weird looks all night! I miiight be stupid, but 'm not blind. An' you really need to get laid, bro," he slurred.

Katsuki thought he could definitely get behind being friends with these people now.

"I have not been looking at Kacchan weird!"

Yes, you have, Deku.

Katsuki rolled his eyes as if annoyed, but really he was happy about the 'command'. "It's not a big deal." He grabbed Deku's waist and hoisted him up to place him in between his legs. "See?"

Except, it kind of was, since now he could feel Deku's back against his chest, and noticed just how perfectly the man seemed to fit into him. His was head at the perfect place for Katsuki to rest his chin on, and Deku's muscled body seemed much smaller against Katsuki's own. He felt his breathing, the tenseness in his body, the faint thumping of his heartbeat. Deku was so close to him, and he had to stop himself from burying his nose into the shorter male's hair and breathing in his scent.

"My turn~!" Uraraka took her card. "7!" Everyone pointed up as quickly as they could, but Katsuki was last thanks to the obstacle in his lap. He and said obstacle are subjected to drink as a result. "Um...Bakugou-kun, touch Deku-kun's thighs. Like, mm...what's the word...oh! caress them!"

"Uraraka-san!" Izuku objected.

Kacchan placed his hands on Izuku's thighs, and boy were they on fire wherever he touched and shit there is a bulge in Kacchan's pants and Jirou-san was laughing at them but Asui-san and Uraraka-san were watching in awe and Izuku felt turned on by their gaze and he hated it. This was so, so wrong and they didn't even know. Izuku was standing on a precipice, and desperately, so desperately trying not to fall off the fucking tightrope. He was thankful Kacchan couldn't see his facial expressions nor how red he must've been from the heat he felt on his cheeks.

Katsuki slid his hands further up the man's thighs, taking note of the little gasp that left Deku's mouth. Katsuki smirked and started rubbing circles on his inner thighs. Deku shifted as if to move away from Katsuki's hands, but he just ended up moving further up Katsuki's lap. Katsuki realized something, with Deku in this position. Katsuki's bulge was clearly against where Deku would have a ballsack, but he didn't. The man had a pussy. And it was radiating heat, regardless of Deku's reluctance and supposed "morals". He fucking wanted Katsuki. His whole body was saying so. If Deku's shorts weren't so thick he was certain they'd be soaked. Katsuki didn't fucking care what this looked like to the girls and Kaminari, they were obviously all voyuers anyway so fuck it. When Deku sunk back into him he got a whiff of the man's smell. The same fucking smell he'd imagined every time he masturbated and every time he fucked, only it was right in front of him now. He squeezed the adult's thighs once more for good measure, smirking as Deku let out a shaky breath, and removed his hands, intentional about making Deku feel the loss of his touch.

"Y-You guys are the worst...!" he stuttered.

Asui pulled her card, paying no mind to Deku's complaints. It was an Ace, and she started drinking. Even in this situation, Katsuki and Deku tried to outdrink each other, which caused Kaminari and Uraraka to suffer. When Sparkly Girl finally put her cup down, Asui gave her order. "Bakugou-kun, make Midoriya-kun moan."

"W-Wait, I'm not okay with this!" Deku argued.

"He could always chug his drink instead," Kyouka countered, chuckling.

"Oh, damn, I'm allll out," Katsuki bemoaned, faking being sad. Deku strained his neck to look back at the blonde. "Kacchan, p-please! Just make a new drink and I'll drink with you!"

"Too much work, nerd."

"And ma-making me moan isn't??!"

"Not at all. You're easy," he taunted.

Katsuki leaned into the smaller boy and continued to rub circles on his inner thighs, slowly traveling his hands further up Deku's legs. Katsuki was honestly surprised at his self-control through the night thus far. If he'd had no decency the boy would've been bent over the moment Katsuki'd realized he was wearing an apron.

"Khh...St-stop..." Deku whined.

"Can't stop until you moan, stupid," Katsuki whispered in his ear, making him shiver. He then bit the cartilage, forcing a cute little yelp out of his target.

"God, Deku-kun, you're so cute when you're aroused." Sparkly Girl got it. She and Katsuki were on the same wavelength.

Izuku couldn't help but blush at his roommate's words and intense gaze. Kacchan's hands felt good on him and he hated it. He was so embarrassed but so warm and it has to be the alcohol it has to be the alcohol it has to be the alcohol, he told himself.

"Uraraka-san...d-don't say that!"

The blonde licked a stripe up Izuku's neck, and he bit his lip in response.

"Mi-Midoriya-kun... I almost want to bully you..." Tsu said. Their eyes met and it made Izuku feel hot.

Kacchan bit down on the soft flesh. Izuku couldn't handle this. He almost thought he wanted his friends to bully him. For once, he was thankful he didn't have a dick because it would have been hard.Rock hard.

"N-No...please stop, Kacchan..."

"The quicker you moan, the sooner this will be over, Deku."

Izuku didn't say anything, but let out a strained breath, clearly trying not to make noise. He had dignity. He wasn't going to let a teenager make him moan. And certainly not in front of his friends. That would be too humiliating. And hot. No! not hot!! Just degrading. Izuku reprimanded himself for having those kinds of thoughts.

"Unless of course, you don't want it to be," Katsuki chaffed.

Deku shook his head furiously in protest, but his labored breathing told Katsuki that he was enjoying this. This guy was getting off to being groped in front of his friends by a fucking sixteen-year old, the sicko. Katsuki was enjoying it too, and it was probably becoming apparent to Deku from the growing tent in his pants. All these people had no clue that he was underage and that an adult was slowly becoming putty in his hands. It made him feel powerful. This was how their relationship was supposed to be. Not with Deku patronizing him, but with Katsuki calling all the shots. The natural order of things. With Katsuki at the top of everything.

"Woo! Midoriya, you're so sexy!" Kyouka cheered.

Denki was diving into the popcorn, watching without much expression, but he certainly didn't seem upset or bored by it, despite being the 'token hetero', as he'd claimed earlier.

"Hey, Deku...your friends are watching you," Katsuki teased.

"Kacchan, please..."

Katsuki placed his hands under Deku's shirt, fingers slowly trailing up his body to find his nipples.

"You like showing people how slutty you look?" he purred into his ear, voice low. Izuku shivered and immediately felt shame from it. "What kind of pervert gets off to this, huh?"

"Hah..." Deku breathed. "Apparently you, Kacchan."

Katsuki found it adorable that he still had the audacity to be a fucking brat in this situation. If Deku wanted him to be rough, he would be. Katsuki smiled mischievously and tweaked the adult's nipples, hard, while grazing his teeth over the boy's neck.

Deku's head fell back as a short, needy moan escaped his mouth.

"A-Ahn~! Hah...! D-Dammit..."

Katsuki's dick twitched in his pants, and he needed to be inside of Deku now.

"Hoo, Midoriya! So hot!" Kyouka jeered, snickering again as she picked a card. "Okay Midoriya! My demand is that you take a shot!"

Deku got up and walked to the kitchen table with semi-decent balance, poured a shot, and took it without hesitation. He was lucky Kyouka hadn't asked them to go further. Katsuki thought that maybe he shouldn't find Deku taking a shot without chasing it as sexy as he did, but he also found nearly everything Deku did to be arousing. The man was fucking sex on legs.

"I pulled a Queen by the way, so everyone speaks in questions only. Hey Bakugou, why don't you take your shirt off?"

"Why don't you get your head out of your ass?"

"Why is Deku-kun so cute?"

"Why do I wanna see Midoriya-kun get wrecked?!"

"Why are me 'n my girlfriend the only ones not into Midoriya?"

"Hey, speak for yourself, Denki! Oh, fuck! You baited me, Denki, you whore!" Kyouka exclaimed. The girl accepted her loss and drank.

Deku found his way back to the couch, but his legs were wobbly. Katsuki wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or because of what he'd done the the idiot. He preferred to assume the latter.

"..'m going to the bathroom," Deku said, before going to his room and closing the door.

Denki shrugged and pulled a card. It was a three.

"Why's it always me?" he whined, before sipping his drink. "Kyoukaaa, I'm sleepy! Is the uber here yet?"

"Oh wow, uh, you were serious? I haven't called it, but I can get one now if you want."

"Pleaseee. Oh 'n Bakugou, I have oneeee more order for you before we leave."

"And what's that?" Katsuki inquired.

"Please, please give Midoriya a good dicking. I'm pretty sure it's been a few months since he last had sex."

Katsuki laughed.

"Yeah, honestly, he's probably taking so long in the bathroom because he's masturbating or something."

"Hasn't been that long, Ochako," Asui told her. "Also... when the straight couple leaves, and after we clean up we can...head to my place?"

Sparkly Girl nodded and downed the rest of her drink.

"Denki, is your cup empty? It's almost here."

"Not yet." The guy threw back the rest of his drink and attempted to stand. "Whewww, I am drunk. Support me, Kyouka?"

Kyouka threw an arm around him and helped him walk.

"Bye, this was great, thanks for hosting!!"

"Byee!" Ochako waved enthusiastically. "Love you guys!!"

Katsuki started picking up things in the living area, but Tsuyu stopped him. "Can you check on Midoriya-kun? He should've been out by now. We'll take care of this, so don't worry about it."

Katsuki nodded and headed to Deku's room after grabbing his duffel bag.

. . .

When Katsuki walked in, he was hit with the smell of vanilla. He looked to the side to find a candle burning. He blew it out, scrunching his nose as the scent becomes even stronger.

"Deku?"

Deku peeked his head out from under his sheets and scowled when his eyes met scarlet.

"Go away, Kacchan."

"Oh, so you're the one throwing tantrums now? They sent me in here to check in on you."

"Of course I'm angry, you...you could've just chugged your drink! And I can't believe you... you've been jacking off to me. It's too weird, Kacchan! That was totally inappropriate!"

Katsuki drew closer to the bed and sat down on it, facing away from the adult.

"Uh-huh. Whatever. Not like I have control over what turns me on."

"Well, you checked on me, so you can go sleep on the couch now," Deku told him.

"I'm sleeping in here tonight."

Katsuki left no room for protest, as always. Izuku rolled his eyes and complied, scooting over to make room for the blonde before turning on his side and facing away from him.

"You're way too old to be doing this, you know," the adult complained.

Katsuki wrapped his arms around Izuku, and took note of the small gasp that left his lips.

"Shut the fuck up, Deku. You know exactly why I'm here. You've been waiting for it all night."

"Huh?"

Katsuki leaned in close to the older man's ear, pressing his bulge against his back.

"You fucking want my dick, Deku. I know you do."

"No, I don't--"

"You're fucking radiating heat right now. You want this. You've been thinking about this shit ever since you saw me today, you disgusting whore." Katsuki began caressing the man's body.

"Th-That's not true!"

"What kind of sick fuck are you, getting off to the idea of my cock inside you? How long were you fucking hiding this from me, Deku? I've been dreaming about your ass for years...but knowing now that it's a cunt? God, I should've done this so much sooner."

"Kacchan...stop...please..."

"No, I'm not stopping. You don't even have a choice, Deku."

"Kacchan."

"Strip, nerd. I know you like this."

Deku ignored him, and Katsuki let the discretion slide. For now, at least. He leaned into Deku, a hand trailing over his side and lifting his shirt, feeling the contraction of Deku's muscles beneath him as he reacted to Katsuki's touch.

"You don't wanna admit it, but the thought of my cock turns you on, Deku. You fucking wanna be fucked by a kid, you piece of shit."

Deku squirmed, but didn't move to push him away. Possibly because of the alcohol making him weaker.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to do this."

"Yeah, I know I don't have to. I fucking want to. I fucking want to wreck your perverted pussy. I've dreamt about raping you for so fucking long, Deku...and I know you want it."

"No... that's not true!" he protested. Deku was so fucking stupid, thinking he could feign innocence with Katsuki. Katsuki was too clever to believe in silly lies like that.

"It's not? Then why the fuck are you so wet?"

Katsuki reached his hand down into Deku's boxers, rubbing at his clit. Izuku moaned, unconsciously leaning into his touch. Katsuki laughed upon feeling the wet slick at his fingertips.

"You're fucking soaked!! Oh my god, you're so fucking gross, Deku. You love this."

"No...Th-That's not...hah...!"

Katsuki decided he couldn't miss this and chose to alter their position. The adult whined at the loss of touch. Katsuki laughed at how pathetic that was and rolled Deku to his back, getting on his knees beside the older boy's left thigh. He placed his hand in Deku's boxers again, scowling at how the adult was hiding behind his arms.

"Show me your face, Deku," he demanded, circling the man's clit.

"Nngh...No...p-please..."

"Look at me."

Katsuki continued his ministrations while leaning over Deku. The green-haired boy shook his head again.

"Fucking hell." Katsuki removed his hand once more and straddled the college student to move the idiot's arms out of the way, pinning them above his head. "You trying to make me angry, nerd? I tell you to do something you fucking do it." Deku wriggled against him and Katsuki glared menacingly enough to make the man still his movements momentarily. He removed his shirt swiftly, and tied it around the adult's wrists. "Kacchan! Don't!" the idiot affronted. The material was stretchy enough to act as makeshift handcuffs, but it certainly wasn't as pretty as ropes. Deku's face was flushed, his freckles less prominent behind the blush, and his eyes were forming tears.

"Don't do this, Kacchan."

"Shut the fuck up, Deku. You want this. I mean..." Katsuki reached down again, teasing the older man's genitals. "You're so wet here."

Deku bit his lip and whimpered, evidently trying to keep his volume down.

Katsuki slipped a finger inside and Deku moaned at the intrusion.

"Wow, look at that. My finger went in so. fucking. easily, Deku. You know why?"

"N-No, please..." he begged.

"It's cause you're a slut, Deku. You're a pathetic little slut getting off on the idea of me raping you."

"No..." Izuku whined. Katsuki chuckled, pressing another finger into the man's heat.

"No? But you're clenching my fingers so tightly."

Katsuki began moving his fingers in and out of the submissive man methodically, smirking as Deku moaned beneath him.

"Kah...Kacchan, you don't have to do this..."

"You said that already. And you're right, I don't. I fucking want to. You're the only person I've ever fantasized about, nerd. It's fucking criminal that I've had to be wait this long. I got you drunk just for this, Deku. So your body would say yes to me even if your mind is saying no."

Katsuki started being rougher, thrusting his fingers into the adult aggressively, licking his lips at the sight below him. Deku's muscles contracted and he shut his eyes tight, red-faced and panting.

"Ah...Kacchan! Oh, god, mn! St-stop! Hah...! P-please stop!" Izuku wailed, tears falling from his eyes. He lifted his hips, as if to get away from Katsuki's fingers. Katsuki wasn't going to stop, and they both knew it. Izuku hated that it felt so good, that he could fucking hear how wet he was. He hated it, he was so hot and feeling so good that he wanted to just let Katsuki do this, even though Izuku knew it would make him hate himself.

"You can't even say no to me, Deku. I could go to the police right now. I've got alcohol in my system still and you're an adult. The adult who gave me alcohol."

Izuku knew he was right and it made him feel powerless. Sure, he'd had plenty of rape fantasies before, but they had never involved Kacchan, or anyone underage, for that matter. He'd never even considered the possibility. But this? This was so much worse and so much better. Izuku would go to prison if anyone knew about this.

"But that just turns you on more, doesn't it?"

He couldn't get away. It was humiliating and shameful and disgusting and he felt euphoric. He knew he couldn't resist, that Kacchan would use him, that he couldn't do anything. He knew he was gross but Kacchan felt so good, he couldn't help it, he couldn't help being rendered useless by those crimson eyes, right?

"Ah...p-please..."

Kacchan had never been someone Izuku could think of as anything but a child, he'd viewed him like a younger brother. But that had become difficult ever since he opened the door to find that same Kacchan towering over him, his face having matured, and his body being filled out like an athlete. And it'd been so so hard not to grow weak in the knees from his voice. Kacchan's voice was now so low, raspy, and demanding that it took everything in him to maintain his composure.

"Shit, Deku," Katsuki rasped. "I can't wait for you to be squeezing my cock instead, you little freak."

Deku gave in to pleasure and started moving in time with Katsuki's fingers. "Ah, fuck! I can't...Kacchan..!"

"Wow Deku, you're fucking yourself on my fingers, fucking bitch. Look so good like that," the adolescent growled. "Fuck!"

Izuku whimpered at his words. He was a fucking degenerate. Izuku was the worst kind of human for this, he knew, but he couldn't stop. Kacchan's fingers were long and thick and they were pleasuring him just right and he couldn't fucking stop, not when he was so close. God, he couldn't believe that this was the best he'd ever felt while being fingered. It was like Kacchan knew exactly what buttons to press of his without ever even having known.

Katsuki hooked his fingers and continued thrusting into Deku, whose thighs had begun to shake. He was getting close.

"Oh, god, I'm...we can't! You have to stop! Please-- fuck!"

"Or what, you're gonna cum? You're gonna cum from getting fingered by your precious 'Kacchan' like a fucking slut?"

Katsuki started rubbing himself through his sweats with his free hand as he watched Deku fuck himself against his fingers like his survival depended on it, like all he could think about was how much he wanted to cum. He looked so fucking desperate and lewd and Katsuki fucking adored it.

"Fuck, Kacchan! I'm gonna come! Ah! Ahh! Oh god! Ahn!"

"Come for me, Deku."

"Kacchan...!!"

With that, Deku fell apart, squirting all over Katsuki's hand and wetting his boxers, body shaking violently from his orgasm. He thought it was the hardest he'd ever come in his life.

He'd never squirted before and he felt so dirty and good and he needed more, he needed that bliss again. Izuku couldn't tell if it happened because it was Kacchan or because Kacchan was a minor or if it was both and ohmygod, he just got fingered by a fucking minor. Izuku felt humiliated, more than he ever had been before, but it made warmth pool in his stomach. He was gross, he was totally a pervert for feeling hot, for letting Kacchan do this to him, it was his fault and he deserved it. He wanted it, even.

Katsuki pulled Deku's underwear off and discarded it, making a mental note to take it home with him. Deku's body collapsed back onto the mattress, still shivering as he recovered from his high. The blonde straddled him.

Deku looked smaller under him, though he was by no means weak-looking. His arm muscles were well-defined and the man had discernable pecs and a six-pack. Katsuki loved that despite all this, he still beat Deku in build. This was how he'd always seen himself. He'd fucking hated that Deku treated him like such a child when here Katsuki was, bigger and stronger than Deku had been and how he was now. Deku was smaller than him, but he should've had enough muscle to put up a decent fight. It just proved to Katsuki all the more how much Deku had wanted this. He'd probably fantasized about Katsuki getting older and coming to fuck him just like he was going to now. Haha, how gross. A 3rd-year in college, beneath him, looking absolutely blissful after getting fingered by a fucking kid. Katsuki, of course, didn't really see himself as a kid, but he loved the extra layer of filth it added to his perception of Deku. He wanted Deku to be just as much of a perverted degenerate as he was.

"You're so fucking sexy, Deku, fuck. I love how absolutely disgusting you are. So gross and so fucking pretty. I bet that was the hardest you've ever cum."

Deku's face flushed bright red, and Katsuki knew he was right. Of course he was fucking right. Deku was his and his body and mind were fucking made for Katsuki so of course he'd gotten off to this like nothing ever had before. Katsuki had jacked off to nothing but the thought of raping Deku for four years, the control he'd have over an adult when he was only sixteen and the way Deku couldn't even resist Katsuki's advances because Katsuki could just claim statutory rape and who the fuck would the court believe? Him, of course, he was the minor, he was the child, and Deku didn't look weak so he must be able to defend himself, right?

Haha, wrong. Deku had always been weak against Katsuki, the only difference now that it was physical too, despite there really not appearing to be much difference, there was.

Izuku couldn't stop anymore. Kacchan was so naturally dominant and Izuku had been teetering into subspace the whole night and god, his words were really getting to him.

"Such a good boy, Deku."

Izuku felt like he was falling. The image of Kacchan's body over him made Deku feel cloudy. Kacchan was looking at him with so much affection that it caught him off guard, but it was mesmerizing. His eyes were boring into him and Izuku felt like he couldn't look away or he would lose.

Kacchan raised his dirtied fingers to Izuku's mouth and he sucked on them, mindlessly, looking into the blonde's eyes. Izuku wanted to run. He wanted to run but he wanted to sink and he was sinking further the longer he held Kacchan's stare, Kacchan would let him. Kacchan would take over. Kacchan was just so domineering and Izuku's submissive side couldn't resist. It was futile, even. Kacchan would be in charge and Izuku wouldn't have to think. He didn't want to think. He couldn't think when Kacchan's eyes were staring into his own, dominating him with just their gaze. Izuku held Kacchan's hand and never broke eye contact as he licked the younger boy's fingers. He didn't mind his taste and rationality was leaving him with every second. Kacchan removed his fingers and the cloudiness was gone, reality and rationality came back to Izuku's mind.

"Kacchan, you shouldn't, this is wrong!"

"Does it look like I give a fuck, Deku? I shouldn't have masturbated in front of your sleeping face either, but it never stopped me."

The color drained from Izuku's face, realization hitting him harder than any bully ever had.

"From that long ago?? You were like, 11 or 12!"

Katsuki chuckled.

"Yeah, Deku. I even came in your mouth once. You didn't even wake up."

Katsuki watched Deku's face contort in horror, knowing he was recalling that day. That he remembered the day he'd woken up with exceptionally bad "morning breath" that had caused him to do 3 rinses of mouthwash and gargling. Katsuki had watched him intently and felt satisfied, knowing he had left a lasting taste in Deku's mouth. He was absolutely delighted by all the negative emotions showing on the adult's face. He was fucking relishing the moment.

"Oh my god. I can't believe you violated me at that age, Kacchan! That's so wrong!!"

"Oh don't worry, Deku. I'll do it again right now."

Deku was spilling tears and god, did Katsuki love that look on him. He'd imagined it so many times but seeing it in front of him was so fucking arousing that he thought he was going to cum in his boxers just from the sight.

"K-Kacchan, don't...you have to stop."

Katsuki eyes filled with anger and Izuku knew immediately that he'd made a mistake.

"So you wanna fucking stop now that I've gotten you off, huh?"

"Wait, Kacchan, that's not what I--!"

"You selfish little bitch."

Katsuki got up and walked to Deku's bathroom to wash his hands. Izuku didn't dare move for the fear that's gripped him. His tone had paralyzed Izuku instantly. He watched Katsuki as he washed his hands and went through his shelves to grab a washcloth and wet it. He did all of this wordlessly, making Izuku's anxiety increase. Katsuki walked back over to him with the rag, setting it aside. Katsuki freed Izuku's wrists, making him apprehensive.

"I was so nice to you, letting you cum and even get my hand dirty after you wouldn't stop fucking bitching about how I'm not kind. How you're jealous of me being amiable to Sparkly Girl but not you."

He then walked around to the foot of the bed, grabbing Izuku's ankles and dragging him down, causing the elder to yelp. Katsuki caged Izuku in underneath him, as his legs dangled off the bed.

"And now you wanna be selfish?" Katsuki bent his arms to get closer to Deku's face. "That just makes me think I shouldn't be nice to you."

Katsuki grabbed Deku's waist, digging his fingers into the sides, before he bites down on the adult's neck with the intent to break skin.

"A-Ah! Ow!" The bite had hurt, but Izuku had enjoyed it. It was hard for Izuku to fight subspace when Kacchan was doing everything with the kind of rough dominance that usually left Izuku helpless. But Izuku couldn't let himself fall because it was Kacchan. If he let the teen put him into subspace it would change everything. Tonight could happen and he could put up with Kacchan's desires to save himself and then he could have things go back to normal. He could pretend not to remember because of the alcohol. He could pretend he was enjoying it for the same reason. Like it was only the alcohol.

The blonde gripped Izuku's curls and forced him to stand, making him yelp in pain. If Izuku didn't fall into subspace, maybe he could live with himself after this. But if he did...

he was almost certain that Kacchan would end up taking over his life.

The teen shoved him, roughly, and Izuku hit his dresser before falling on all fours. He looked up to where Katsuki stood above him.

"K-Kacchan--" he whimpered.

"You made me angry, Deku," Kacchan said, calmly. Kacchan was always the loud kind of angry, so his quietness scared Izuku to no end. He was terrified. Kacchan looked menacing above him, Izuku could see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers and god, it was big. Not incredibly long, but thick. Thick enough to actually stretch Izuku. He pulled Izuku up by his hair again.

"You look excited, nerd. You like this shit? Me pulling your hair and calling you names? How fucking pathetic can you get?"

Izuku shut his eyes, breathing heavily. He was afraid, but he couldn't help but react to Kacchan's degredation of him.

"I'm not a person who gives without taking, Deku."

Katsuki pulled down his boxers just enough to release his cock. The fucking idiot was staring, likely amazed by Katsuki's size. Deku was trembling. Katsuki liked it.

"Don't just stare at it. Suck."

Deku looked up at him with those wide doe eyes. Katsuki scowled at the defiance in them.

"If you don't open your fucking mouth--"

Deku took hold of Katsuki and squeezed him, enough to hurt. Katsuki hissed at the pain and looked down at his senior. Deku held his gaze and it fucking pissed Katsuki off. How the fuck did he still have the audacity and willpower to defy him? Katsuki couldn't fathom why in the hell Deku would choose to behave like this when he knew Katsuki had power over him. He knew Katsuki held the cards and yet he was choosing-- Oh.

"You little shit."

Katsuki brought his hand down to Deku's face, caressing the side of it, slowly, before he gave Deku a light tap against his cheek, making him flinch. Just enough pressure for it to tingle, but not enough for any real pain.

"Do that again, and I'll hit you harder, you brat."

Deku licked a stripe up the boys cock slowly before beginning to suck on the head. It was the perfect amount of pressure and Katsuki was once again, convinced that Midoriya Izuku was fucking made to be his personal fucktoy. His slut. Katsuki started to play with Deku's curls, thinking about how pretty his lover looked beneath him.

"There you go, Deku. That's how you-- Ow! Fuck!"

Katsuki pulled Deku off from him.

"Did you just fucking use your teeth on me?"

"E-Evidently I'm doing a bad job, so let's just stop."

"Stop? That's just not something I do, Deku." Katsuki held Deku's chin. "I know you're doing this on purpose, you whore. You want me to be mean."

"N-No, I--!" Katsuki cut him off with a slap. Deku held his reddened cheek, looking up at Katsuki.

"You just whimpered, didn't you? Fucking slut."

"I-I-- Ah!" Katsuki hit him again, satisfied by the tears that were forming in Deku's eyes. He appeared to be frightened, but it was obvious from the moan he just let out that he was still aroused.

"Hmm..." Katsuki caressed Deku's face. "I don't really wanna hurt your pretty face, Deku." Deku whimpered in response. Ah, so praise is effective too. "I need you to open your mouth for me. Otherwise I might hit you again, and we don't want that, do we?"

Deku shook his head. Ah yes, this was the kind of control he'd wanted. And all it took was a couple of slaps to the freckled boy's face. Amazing. Deku regained his balance and opened his mouth, looking up at Katsuki with fearful but obedient eyes.

"Perfect."

Katsuki placed a hand under Deku's jaw before pushing his cock into the older boy's mouth. Izuku closed his lips around Katsuki, ensuring to cover his teeth. It was so hot and wet that Katsuki let out a low moan.

"Fuck, Deku. You were fucking made to be my fucktoy."

Katsuki started moving his hips forward and back, forcing more and more of himself into Deku's mouth until he was buried in him. He started fucking into the hole, not giving a fuck about how Deku kept gagging, throat convulsing around his cock and making Katsuki feel oh so good. He was only sixteen and fucking an adult's mouth, fucking Deku's mouth, and it was so good to have so much power over him. He pulled at Deku's curls and the guy fucking moaned, what a pathetic bitch, so fucking gross and so fucking perfect for Katsuki.

"Ahh, god. So fucking good, such a good slut for my cock, Deku. Mmn," Katsuki growled.

Deku was using Katsuki's thighs for stabilization, and his fingers dug further into Katsuki's skin with every thrust.

"Yeah, you like this, you fucking bitch? You like it when 'Kacchan' makes you choke on his cock?"

Deku moaned again and Katsuki could see his hand had drifted down to start rubbing his clit. Hah, what a fucking degenerate, getting so turned on by a fucking kid. But then again, the fact that Deku was an adult really turned Katsuki on. He was doing this. He was the reason a fucking 21-year old couldn't hold back from his sexual desires. Shitty, uptight, straight-laced Deku had discarded his morals for him and it made Katsuki feel like God.

"Nnngh, fuck... I'm gonna-- ahh, gonna fucking cum down your throat, Deku."

Deku's whimpers increased as Katsuki continued to ram into his childhood friend's mouth. Katsuki pressed Deku's face into him as he came, not really caring about the elder's sudden inability to breathe.

"Fucking take it, Deku-- fuck!"

Deku pushed Katsuki away, coughing and gasping as he tried to regain his breath. Deku stood and wiped his face.

"Are...Are we done now, Kacchan?"

Katsuki grabbed the man's waist and pulled him closer, licking his lips and smirking at the absolute vision Deku was.

"Are you fucking kidding me? This doesn't end until I let it."

Deku gasped and looks up at the blonde, brows furrowed.

"So fucking stubborn, you idiot."

Katsuki leaned down and kissed Deku, finding that tasting himself on another person is incredibly satisfying. Deku tried not to return the kiss, but Katsuki forcefully bit his lip to make the college student open his mouth further, giving Katsuki room to slip his tongue inside. Katsuki let his hands drift lower to Deku's ass and squeezed his cheeks, making the shorter man whimper. Deku started to return the kiss, making the blonde smile. Katsuki smacked Deku's ass and he moaned, making Katsuki pull away to laugh.

"You fucking masochist. Pervert."

He hit Deku again, harder. Deku looked up at him with teary eyes.

"If 'm a pervert, s-so are you."

"Hmm...I prefer to say I'm 'enlightened'."

"Y-You're getting off on forcing me to have sex with you! Where is that enlightenment?"

"You're on the receiving end, you wouldn't get it," Katsuki insisted. "Plus...you're into it too, I-zu-ku."

"H-Hey, you can't--" Katsuki cut him off with another slap. "Ah!-- can't just say m-my name like that, Kacchan!"

Katsuki started kissing down his face, his jawline, his neck, and it made Deku tremble.

"Why not? Seems like you like it, Izuku," he murmured, gently.

"K-Kacchan, please. You can't talk like that or I'll--"

Katsuki guided him back to the bed and leaned over him, capturing his lips in a kiss once more. Deku started panting, and he tried to scoot away but Katsuki just followed, caging him in between his arms.

"Or you'll what? You'll become obedient for me, Izuku?"

Izuku bit his lip. He didn't want Kacchan to take over but at the same time he really, really wanted it to happen.

"Arms."

Izuku lifted his arms as Katsuki pulled his shirt off of him. Katsuki kissed his cheek.

"Good boy."

Izuku hated how much power those two words have over him. He hated how good they sound coming from Kacchan's lips, he hated how they make him feel warm and tingly and hot and needy and he wanted to hear it again.

"Hah, look at you. Putty in my hands just from two words."

Izuku furrowed his brows.

"Nngh...'s not true, Kacchan..." he whined.

"It's not?"

Katsuki lowered his hips and slid his cock against Izuku's cunt, eliciting a moan from him.

"You're so wet, you're dripping down your thighs, Deku."

"N-No...'m not." Izuku knew Katsuki was right but he was feigning ignorance so the blonde would tease him more, so he'd say filthy things, so he'd push Izuku's buttons.

"Just fucking admit it. You want me to wreck you and you know damn well I'll do it better than anyone you've ever been with before."

Katsuki added more pressure, sliding his cock against Izuku's folds excruciatingly slowly.

"Ffffuck...Kacchan~"

"Don't make me do all the talking, idiot. Tell me how badly you want it."

Izuku was whining from Katsuki's movements. He couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be filled.

"B-Bad...I need you badly, Kacchan...please...!"

Katsuki raised Izuku's hips up, resting them against his thighs before grabbing the college student's legs and spreading them apart.

"Yeah? You gonna be a good little whore for me, Deku?"

Deku bucked his hips up, needing more friction.

"God, yes, please, Kacchan! I need it! Please, please fuck my slutty pussy, please please please-- Ahhh~!"

Katsuki shoved into Izuku with no warning and the adult's eyes rolled backward. Katsuki groaned, the boy's walls squeezing his cock so tightly he thought he might cum. Deku seemed to be grounded again, and his eyes regained focus on Katsuki before widening in shock.

"W-Wait...! You're not using a condom!"

"Yeah, and it feels fucking amazing. I swear you were made for this."

Deku huffed in frustration.

"I-I'm more than my pussy, you kno-- ohhh, fuck."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, pulling out of Deku slowly, satisfied at the moan that came from him.

"I fucking know that, nerd. I'm just saying yours was made specifically to take my cock. Shit... you're so fucking slick and tight and perfect."

"K-Kacchan... Don't say that...!"

Katsuki slamed his cock into Deku and he mewled in pleasure. Katsuki wished he could record that sound and make it his ringtone. The sound the shorter man let out should've been fucking illegal, Katsuki thought, but then again everything was illegal about this situation and all that did was turn him on more.

"Fuck, Kacchan, you're so big, I can't!"

"You can't?" He leaned down to tug at the adult's ear with his teeth, before he whispered, "That's too bad, cuz I'm gonna make you take it anyway, slut."

"Hnn," Deku whimpered, needy. Katsuki began moving and Deku shut his eyes, overwhelmed by pleasure. Katsuki couldn't believe how good Deku looked and felt, that he was finally doing what he'd wanted for so long, and it was so goddamn satisfying.

"Ah! Hah, Kacchan...Kacchan!"

Katsuki drove into Deku, basking in the moment as the adult gasped under him, thighs shaking violently as he gripped the sheets. Deku kept squeezing his cock and Katsuki knew there was no way he'd ever be able to fuck anyone who wasn't Deku ever again. Deku's entire body shuddered beneath him and boy did he look fucking beautiful as Katsuki devoured him whole, forcing Deku to take every inch of him, Deku letting himself be bitten and marked, as he was consumed by the blonde.

"You're so fucking gross, Deku. Fucking creaming on my cock like a whore. You know I'm only sixteen, right? You like letting a sixteen year old rape you?"

"Ah, hah..! N-No, I--"

"You sick fuck. You into teenagers or something?"

"No..! 'm not...!" he protested.

"Oh really? Then why is this happening, huh? This is your fucking fault, Deku. Shouldn't have drank. Shouldn't have given me alcohol."

"Y-You-- hah!-- you insisted!"

"And you gave in cause you're a fucking degenerate. You let this happen. You wanted this to happen, fucking slut. Would you have let my friends fuck you too?"

Deku shook his head vigorously.

"No...! No way!"

"Stop fucking lying, Deku. You're a cock hungry bitch. You'll let anyone fuck you, right?"

"Nooo...I-I..."

"You what?" Katsuki pressed.

"O-Only...Kacchan..." He mumbled, face turning a deep shade of red.

"Huh? Can't fucking hear your mumbles over all the lewd noises of your pussy."

Izuku opened his teary eyes and stared at Katsuki, catching the blonde off guard momentarily.

"I-I...I only let this happen because it's Kacchan..."

Katsuki froze, unable to believe his ears.

"I'm only turned on because it's Kacchan...!" This stupid guy was admitting to being turned on by their age gap but was saying it was only because he was Katsuki. That only he could turn Midoriya fucking Izuku into a sicko. It was so fucking gross and yet it made Katsuki insanely happy. And it made him grow harder inside the man. They were like the fucking yin and yang of degeneracy and corruption.

"Fuck, you fucking...nerd. You can't just say something that cute."

"Eh...?"

Katsuki leaned down to kiss Izuku, fucking him roughly, grunting as the adult embraced him. Deku was so fucking cute that he couldn't stop driving into him, mercilessly.

"God you're so fucking disgusting, Deku."

Izuku moaned and his body shuddered, his cunt clamping tightly around Katsuki's cock.

"Did...Did you just fucking cum?"

"Um..."

"Shit, already? Fucking nympho. Guess you really love my cock, huh? Stupid."

Katsuki continued slamming into Deku, smirking conceitedly when his eyes rolled back and nothing but moans and broken versions of 'Kacchan' came tumbling out of his mouth.

"Hah! Mn! Ka-Kacchan..! Fuck I'm gonna cum again, it's too good, your cock is too good, fuck!"

Katsuki clamped a hand around the submissive's throat and squeezed.

"Shut the fuck up. So noisy."

Izuku's walls only clenched tighter around Katsuki with the loss of air and the blonde pounded into him, getting close.

"Fuck, Deku. I'm gonna fucking fill you up with my cum, little slut. Make you my personal fucktoy. Sound good, baby?"

Izuku whimpered, wrapping his legs around Katsuki's waist to prevent him from pulling out.

"Y-yes, Kacchan...! Please...!"

Katsuki reached down to stimulate the adult's clit, and thought he'd never seen a more beautiful sight as Izuku arched his back and leaned into him. He looked like he was dying from Katsuki's touch and that he'd die without it. It was fucking stunning to watch and it made Katsuki buck his hips faster.

"Mmn, fuuuck. Gonna make you take it all. I'm gonna fucking breed you, Izuku. You're gonna get fucking creampied by my cock. Fucking slut. Oh yeah, so fucking good, you're so fucking good for Daddy, baby. Ah-- Aghhh!"

Katsuki emptied into Izuku, pumping through his orgasm. Izuku clenched tightly around him as he climaxed again, eyes shut and face red as he moaned "Kacchan" in a tone so adorable it made Katsuki almost like the stupid misnomer.

He pulled out of Izuku and turned him over. Izuku obliged and got on his knees, spreading his cheeks apart to give the blonde a clear view of his work.

"You're so fucking hot like this, Izuku."

Katsuki plunged into the man once again and it felt so good he wasn't sure when he'd be able to stop or if that was even fucking possible. Izuku was just so fucking sexy that Katsuki easily got hard again from the sight of the man dripping with his cum. He was too adorable, his freckled skin, his flushed cheeks, his pretty moans that were a fucking symphony to Katsuki's ears. Midoriya Izuku was a fucking drug, and not one that Katsuki knew how to be safe with. The boy took everything Katsuki forced on him and loved it. He begged Katsuki to hit harder, be rougher, to go faster...he was a demanding little fucktoy and Katsuki loved it anyway. He also came a lot and fairly easily, but Katsuki knew it was just proof that they were perfect for each other.

"Fuck, Kacchan, please, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Please, I want your cum, Kacchan!"

"You're such a fucking slut. You want my cum?"

"Please, yes, I need it I--!"

"Call me Daddy then." Katsuki stopped his movements, making Izuku let out a low whine. Desperate slut.

"Wh-What?"

"Say you want Daddy to cum inside you."

"I-I can't say that...! You're too young for me to call you that...c'mon, Kacchan...just give it to me, please...don't stop..."

Izuku tried moving his hips back onto Katsuki but Katsuki just grabbed his waist, forcing him to be still.

"Fine, I'm pulling out then." Katsuki started to pull out from the college student, who protested.

"W-Wait..! Fine...just don't pull out when I'm so close...you're such a bully."

Izuku took a deep breath, voice shaky.

"P-Please Daddy...I want Daddy's cum inside me," Izuku begged.

"God, you're so fucking gross. Calling a fucking teenager Daddy," Katsuki rasped, thrusting into Izuku once again, slapping his ass as he did so. "Disgusting whore."

"K-Kacchan! Ah! y-you just-- hnn!-- told me to...!"

"Your degeneracy makes you prettier."

Katsuki rammed into Izuku relentlessly, groaning the older male's name as he climbed closer and closer to climax. He was fucking euphoric. When he came again, he buried himself deep into Izuku. For a second he was concerned the older man could get pregnant but then he remembered the universe practically revolved around him and if he didn't want that to happen, it simply wouldn't.

"Fuuuck, Izuku. Nnghhh."

He collapsed beside Izuku and they fell into silence momentarily, catching their breaths. The silence went on for a second too long and Katsuki looked to the older boy who was now staring at the ceiling with an annoying concerned look on his face. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"I know you're thinking about dumb shit, nerd."

"I shouldn't have enjoyed that. I'm gross."

"Oh, fuck off. Stop thinking so hard, it's just sex. I don't give a shit about whatever life experiences you've had that makes you dumb adults think 'oh, being with a teen is wrong' because what? You're in college and I'm not? You've matured more? You've had more time to ruminate and regret and your high school problems seem like ants compared to your problems now? Like I fucking care about that shit, Deku. All I did was fuck your brains out."

"It's still wrong," he insisted.

"God, you're so annoying. It doesn't fucking matter. I forced you into it, don't get your panties in a twist just 'cause I'm good at fucking and you ended up loving it. None of that shit matters with us."

"I still feel bad, Kacchan..."

Katsuki turned to his side, meeting eyes with the older man.

"For god's sake, Izuku!" He leaned down to plant a kiss on the adult's lips. "You're gonna fucking marry me one day anyway, so quit bitching. I'm never going to regret this, you idiot."

"I definitely never agreed to that," he countered, looking at the boy with wide eyes. At least now he wasn't thinking stupid thoughts about how terrible he was, when he totally wasn't.

"You're gonna," the blonde insisted.

"Whatever you say, Kacchan."

"Exactly. So chill the fuck out, you piece of trash."

"It sure doesn't sound like you plan to marry me," Izuku said.

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki replied, grinning at the cheeky adult. "Test me one more time and I'm going to the police."

The college student scoffed.

"You're an asshole, Kacchan."

"Yeah," he agreed, throwing an arm around Izuku and closing his eyes. "I'm fucking 'trash'. That's you," he snickered, proud of himself for the joke.