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Katsuki’s not allowed to speak cuz Deku’s determined to get it right this time around. His fat, freckled thighs are squished around Katsuki’s waist and his tongue is sticking out cutely. Furrowed brows, and narrowed eyes as he focuses on tying the knot, bounding Katsuki’s wrists together. Katsuki folds his lips, amused, but stays true to Deku’s request and keeps his mouth shut. 

“Umm. Okay,” Deku breathes, shakily pulling his hands away from Katsuki and blinking up at him with those wide as fuck eyes. If Katsuki didn’t know any better, he’d say Deku was asking for praise, asking him if he did good - searching for a sign of approval. Katsuki blinks and his lips pull to the side. Sends Deku a wink to spare him and watches as red blossoms across his freckled cheeks, making the stars disappear into his skin. He shakes his head, curls falling over his pretty eyes, and huffs. “Umm. I - we’re gonna do this now. Okay, Kacchan? An - and you can’t trick me this time. I mean it.”

Katsuki blinks again. Another smile. He says, “I won't, baby. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” 

Deku bites his lip. Katsuki already knows how this is gonna go. 

Deku quickly shakes his head, probably realizing he’s already halfway through another trap, and frowns. “Stop that, Kacchan. I’m the one in charge tonight. Okay? I’m topping you tonight.”

“Hmm,” Katsuki’s voice is deep, smooth. His words drip slow and thick from his lips like warm honey. “Okay, baby. You’re in charge tonight.”

Katsuki’s hands are only tied cause if he touches Deku - Deku’ll melt. He’ll be putty within seconds. Sensitive like that. 

Deku kisses him. Starts slow, nose brushing against Katsuki’s and lashes tickling Katsuki’s cheek as he settles closer to Katsuki, and fits himself better into his lap. His hands fall over Katsuki’s bound ones and he squeezes his fingers over Katsuki’s knuckles. Tugs on them as he kisses Katsuki’s mouth, slow and sensual and something that’s way too fucking good. Deku’s breathing is already starting to pick up. Pulls on Katsuki’s bottom lip, and parts for half a second before he needily presses himself closer, kissing Katsuki deeper, squeezing his hands harder. Deku sighs against Katsuki’s lips, a soft whine at the end of it. 

Katsuki’s not a fucking cheater - he’s not gonna do anything to jeopardize whatever the fuck Deku feels like doing tonight. But … he is an opportunist. 

The whine’s an opening, Deku’s already breaking, his resolve was shallow to start with. So really, Katsuki’s not at fault for the way he rocks his hips up, bulge pressing against the spot that’s already fucking drenched between Deku’s legs. So wet and slick so sweet Deku’s skin is sticky. Katsuki rocks his hips and whispers to Deku, “Sound so pretty.” 

“O-Oh,” Deku’s face darkens with his blush, flustered. He swallows. “Thank - umm, thank you, Kacchan. I - you sound … sound pretty, too. Mmn,” he worries his bottom lip with his teeth and Katsuki can see how he’s trying to focus, center himself. But his eyes are far away, dazed and glazed over. Katsuki watches the way his throat bobs with his nervous swallow, can hear the thinness and brittleness of his shallow breaths, of his almost whines he keeps forcing down. 

It almost physically pains Katsuki, how much his baby’s forcing himself to be something he isn’t. Katsuki’ll fix it. Five minutes tops and he’ll make everything better for his baby. 

“Umm,” Deku swallows. “Touch - touch yourself. For me. Pl-please.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki asks. “Want me to get myself off to your pretty face to prove you’re in charge? S’what we’re doin’?”

“Kacchan. I - I said-”

“‘M sorry, Sweetheart. I’ll listen, I’ll listen.”

Katsuki brings his still-tied wrists to the hardened tent in his pants, applying pressure over the fabric and hissing through gritted teeth at the friction. A wave of pleasure runs through him and his hips buck again, this time up into his hands. 

“What, not gonna touch yourself with me? Gonna leave me all alone like this, angel?”

Deku quickly shakes his head. “Mm-mn. I-I’m gonna tell you how-how to make yourself feel good. And when to stop. And-”

“Sure, baby? Got the sheets wet. You’re soaked. Gonna torture yourself like that?”

“I-I…” Deku swallows. Katsuki can see the way he shifts, the damp skin of his fat, freckled thighs smushing together with his movement as his fingers find their way between them. He digs his teeth into his lips, lowers his head ‘til his curls are falling over his eyes. He looks angry and petulant, the pouty cute fuck when he huffs out, “Kacch-Kacchan.” 

Katsuki fights his grin, clicks his tongue. Deku’s fingers are pressing against himself despite the complaint.

“Oh, baby,” Katsuki coos, so soft. So gentle. So tender it makes Deku’s eyes burn, tears gathering in his lids. Katsuki clicks his tongue and softly shakes his head. “Sweetheart, you’re hurtin’ yourself, huh? Look at your fingers, hm? Twitchin’, legs’re shaking. God, you want it bad. Why’re you bein’ so mean to yourself?”

Deku shakes his head again and again and again. “I-I-I’m not - I’m not! I just - just want-” Deku huffs, pushing his knuckles against his damp panties again. Tears pour over his lids, racing down his cheeks. He whines, small and defeated, “Kacchan … Kacchan.”

“What’s that? Hm? You want Kacchan? Want me, baby?”

“No, that’s not … I-I wasn’t…”

“C’mere,” Katsuki whispers.

“Kacchan-”

“Come. Here, baby.” Katsuki’s eyes are hard staring up at Deku. Unblinking. Hands still bound, he leans against the headboard of the bed. Pats his lap and whispers, “Right here. Come on. Yeah?”

And Deku fuckin’ listens, cuz of course he fucking does. He can’t help it. He’s chewing hard on his bottom lip as he scoots himself forward

“Get those fingers in that pretty cunt for me ooh, baby. Look at you — fucking look at you, gorgeous. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, hm? Yeah? Nice and wet, getting ready to ride me? Hm? Go ahead. You wanna, don’t you? Don’t be fuckin’ shy. C’mon, roll your hips baby, for me.”

Deku squeezes his eyes shut and shifts his hips forward on Katsuki’s lap. He huffs, breath coming out heavy and fingers twitching to lift themselves up and squeeze at Katsuki’s shoulders instead. Deku shakes his head and a stifled whine passes past his pretty tight lips. “Nnngh - Kacch…” 

“Hmm? Yeah? Whatcha need, princess?” Katsuki raises his hands, still tied together, and brushes Deku’s cheek with the back of one. His rosy knuckles press against the stars in Deku’s skin and Deku sinks his teeth hard into his bottom lip. There’s a deep scrunch between his brows as he furrows them, screws his face as he leans into the touch and rocks his hips again. Katsuki lips his lips, “Yeah, there you go. Fuck, you’re so pretty, baby. Get yourself off on my lap just like that, move your hips faster, s’okay. Can take whatever ya need fr’m me, yeah? S’all yours.”

Deku’s jaw drops at the words and his hands are moving again to cover Katsuki’s tied ones. Deku squeezes them and holds on as he lifts his hips and sits himself back down, rolling to increase the friction.

“Feel good?”

“Mm- mhm,” Deku nods his head furiously, eyes still close. 

“But you’re fuckin’ in charge here,” Katsuki grins when he says this. “Right? Gonna tell me what to do next? Gonna tell me how to feel good?”

“Yeah,” Deku mumbles distractedly. He’s rocking his hips over Katsuki’s growing bulge now, hands gripping Katsuki’s tighter, breath heavier as he starts to pant. Quiet moans fall off the ends of his pants. He says, “Yeah, feels good. Feels good, Kacchan.”

Katsuki snickers and leans in to press a kiss to Deku’s cheek, and then a couple down his neck. He’s already so fuckin’ gone and Katsuki’s only said a couple words. This was never gonna fucking go Deku’s way. Deku throws his head back, exposing his neck to Katsuki, humping faster. His moans are getting louder, sweeter, making Katsuki’s dick harder. He’s fucking solid in his pants, drooling in his goddamn underwear. 

“Deku, honey,” Katsuku mumbles against his neck. “Baby.”

“Mmmn?”

Katsuki bucks his hips up at the same time Deku rolls his hips down. He hisses at the friction and Deku gasps wetly, a whine tugging from his throat. Katsuki does it again and asks, “You’re in charge, you said?”

“Mm-hmn,” Deku’s weight drops as he falls forward. He drops his head into the crook of Katsuki’s neck, panting hot and wet against the skin, rolling his hips faster. “Gonna - mmn, gonna tell - hah - tell Kacchan what, what to do tonight and, and - and—Kacchan won’t— can’t tell me what to do tonight.”

“Take out my cock, baby.”

“Okay Kacchan,” Deku obeys immediately with shaking hands. His thighs are shaking too, pussy dripping so much it’s got the front of Katsuki’s pants all damp. 

Deku’s cheeks are burning as he shifts himself down and Katsuki raises his (still bound) hands to give Deku room to work. He unzips the front of his pants, tugs them down, and then tugs his hard cock from his underwear, holding it between his pretty freckled fingers. Katsuki watches him for a moment, eyes dark, heated, absolutely fucking predator as they trace every twitch in Deku’s expression, every inch his fingers move across the skin of his dick. And then Deku’s gaze is locked with his. 

He’s looking up at Katsuki with those fuck me eyes. All sex and sin and mess. Wide, pretty doe eyes like a fucking deer, soft and pretty and ethereal like one, too. Round, the fucking halo created from the hair blocking out the light makes him look goddamn angelic. He wants to eat Deku up. He wants to fucking choke him with his dick, he always looks so pretty gagging on it. Katsuki’s tugging on his bottom lip, hips jerking up against his fucking will, really, and he gets his tied hands to rest atop Deku’s head. He can still move his fingers despite the rope digging into his wrists, and he uses them to thread into Deku’s curls. 

“Gonna do this now?” Katsuki asks, voice rough, scratchy. “Hmn? You’re in charge tonight, though, right?”

Deku nods his head, dazed, clearly not listening to a goddamn word coming out of Katsuki’s night. 

“Suck me off, baby. Just like you always do, right? Be good for me.” Deku swallows him whole with no more preamble. His eyes roll and lids fall shut over his emerald irises. His jaws slacken, cheeks quickly hollow as he swirls his tongue around the tip before swallowing Katsuki down to the base again and again. 

It doesn’t take long for Deku to find his rhythm at all and Katsuki helps him quicken it, fingers deep in his locks, using both of his tied hands to push Deku down onto his dick to his liking. His hips are twitching, thrusting up into the velvet moistness of Deku’s tongue, the heated cavern of his slack, wet mouth. Spit sits at the corner of Deku’s lips, drool dripping from his bottom one the harder and faster Katsuki pushes Deku’s head down and fucks himself up into his mouth. 

Deku’s cock drunk now, his chest is heaving and his skin is flushed all over, freckles hidden under the red all over. He’s breathing hard through his nose, curls falling over his eyes the more intense he gets, working Katsuki’s dick. And his fat thighs are squished against the bedding, his position flattening them a little, making them look squishy. Katsuki fucking wishes he could reach out and squeeze him there, squeeze his fucking ass or slap it, something. Make it fucking jiggle. 

But Katsuki’s not a cheater. He’s gonna keep the rope around his wrists. 

Katsuki’s fingers curl tighter into Deku’s hands, nails scratching against his scalp with how hard he grips. He’s close to throwing his head against the headboard of their bed and cumming into Deku’s fucking godly mouth, but Deku’s wetting the bed beneath him with how fucking wet he is. Knows Deku wants to be fucked, even if he was out of his goddamn mind earlier, thinkin’ he could ever fuck Katsuki. Something humorous bubbles up in Katsuki’s throat and he scrunches his face with a sharp laugh, fucking Deku’s throat with a few more hard thrusts. Hits the back of it, ‘til Deku’s choking around it, gagging, spluttering, and breaking into tears. They leak over his lids and snot runs past his pretty fuckin top lip. It adds to the mess he’s made of Katsuki’s dick and Katsuki has to fucking tackle himself not to give in. He tugs Deku’s head back up and off of him. His teeth grit with the cold, sharp air he’s exposed to.

Katsuki says, “Topping me tonight, Deku?”

“Please, please, please, please,” Deku’s mumbling. His face is a mess, lips wet with drool and split, swollen. His eyes are red and teary from choking around Katsuki’s cock and voice is hoarse when he keeps mumbling. “Want it - you, want you Kacchan, please, please.”

Katsuki can’t help but laugh, short and sharp and maybe a little fuckin’ mean cause Deku was so fuckin’ ahead of himself when he showed the rope and told Katsuki he was gonna fucking take him to ‘pound town.’ Katsuki wasn’t even insulted by the fact that Deku could ever begin to think Katsuki enjoyed anything near his ass cuz it was too funny. Too fucking cute.

And the humor’s coming back to Katsuki now when he’s resting further against the headboard with his wrists trapped together after being told he was gonna submit tonight. Especially ‘cuz when he stares at Deku and says, “Ride me.” Deku’s immediately sitting himself on Katsuki’s cock. It goes in nice and fuckin’ easy. The way Deku’s face screws up is so good, so fucking natural and right and Katsuki knows that this is what it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be this. 

Deku’s rolling his hips in slow circular motions, pulling at the plump of his bottom lip as he focuses on the friction of Katsuki’s dick against the hood of his clit, the feeling of being full, watching the way his chest quickens with the force of his movements, the tremble - fucking everything. He could do this every fucking day for the rest of his life, really. There’s no goddamn thing he needs to change about the way they fuck. Deku falling apart on Katsuki’s cock, Katsuki breaking him down to twitches and sobs, and getting to sew him back together with the same hands that split him apart? It’s fucking paradise. 

His own breath catches in his throat when Deku actually starts lifting himself up, drops back into Katsuki’s lap with his ass squishing against Katsuki’s thighs, it’s good. It’s so fucking good. “Fuckin’ look at you,” the words fall out of his mouth before he can even stop them, really. Heavy and all fucking needy. “Bouncing on my dick like you fuckin’ need it, god you’re pretty, baby. You’re so fuckin’ sweet, huh, princess?”

“Kacchan, want—want Kacchan to touch—touch me, please,” Deku squeezes his eyes shut, he finds his place back in the crook of Katsuki’s neck, sniffling through his cries. “Please, please, please.”

“Ah, but I can’t,” Katsuki says dramatically. “Hands’re all tied up, baby. Said you were in charge tonight, didn’t you?” 

He clenches his jaw as he thrusts his hips up, working himself into Deku’s heat in time with his movements the best he can without his fucking hands. It’s frustrating him, too. Deku’s tits are bouncing in front of him, Katsuki can see his hardened nipples through the gray of his shirt and he wants to fucking grope, wants to feel the squishy weight of them at the center of his palms and tug on his cute fucking nipples. 

“But—but,” Deku’s starting to whine now, he shifts his body closer to Katsuki’s, rolling his hips more insistently, tears wetting Katsuki’s neck as he groans, frustrated. “Nnngh—I don’t like Kacchan’s hands being tied. I want — I want Kacchan, please, please. Want Kacchan to touch me.”

Katsuki already needs more. If he can’t get his hands on Deku, he needs to fucking do something else. 

Katsuki gets his leg around Deku’s waist, squeezes it, and flips the both of them over. Deku’s on his back with his legs quickly wrapping around Katsuki’s hips as he arches his back, rolling his hips in a silent plea for Katsuki to start moving again. Katsuki’s tied hands are above Deku’s head of curls, they’re gripping the sheets over him as he pulls his hips back and pushes back into Deku hard. 

It’s hard to steady himself when his wrists are bound together but he fucking makes it work. Angles his legs so he’s leaning half of his weight on one knee, buries his face in Deku’s neck for stability, and he goes to fucking town. He likes fucking Deku like this so much fucking better. He gets to feel how fucking wet Deku is with the way his balls squish against his soaked pussy lips, gets to feel how he’s fucking Deku deep into the fucking hilt. His hips are flush against Deku’s soaked-ness when he starts grinding into his pussy, his own breaths coming fast and hard, warm into Deku’s neck. 

His eyes roll the same time Deku’s hips do, pushing himself up, trying to force Katsuki closer deeper into him and Katsuki can feel himself start to shake when Deku starts trembling and shifting and crying about how he’s close, how he needs it, needs Kacchan to keep going, please, please, please keep going. 

“Baby,” Katsuki huffs into his neck. His trembling fingers squeeze into the sheets already between his fingers and he feels whatever it is that usually happens when he’s fucking Deku. The reason Deku thought he could fucking be in charge of the night in the first place. Katsuki pushes into Deku again and moans loudly against his skin, whining, “Deku you feel so fucking good.”

“Kacchan, Kacchan, pleaaase, you muh—make me feel s’good, feel so good, ” Deku cries. His thighs cage Katsuki’s entire waist, squeezing so hard he’s twisting the skin there under his own. And then his hips jerk and his body starts to convulse beneath Katsuki who’s got his entire weight on him now, stability be damned. “Want, want Kacchan to—to touch— nngh.”

Katsuki’s not aware of the fiddling happening with his fucking wrists until he realizes he can move them more than half an inch away from each other.  And he feels so fucking gone in Deku’s heat, in his pussy that he doesn’t even feel like questioning it. He instead uses one hand to grab at Deku’s chest, at one of his tiny, perky tits from beneath his loose shirt. His other hand cradles Deku’s face and squeezes it when he goes to kiss him, moving his hips faster. 

He’s fucking Deku so hard the bed’s hitting against the wall, probably fuckin’ denting it with the repeated contact. Keeps accidentally fucking jerking Deku’s mouth away from his own every time he thrusts so he settles for panting against his lips, squeezing his face cause he needs to fucking touch Deku more than he already is. Wishes he had more goddamn hands so he could feel every inch of Deku’s body, especially when he’s under Katsuki like this. When he’s twitching and jerking and hot from overstimulation. He wants to feel the way his pussy is fluttering on the pads of his fingers even as he keeps fucking pounding into him. Wants to feel the way his throat moves with every swallow, every moan every cry, wants to feel the heat of his skin, the fucking sweat on his forehead, the damp curls stuck to the strawberry red of his fucking cheeks. 

Katsuki is so fucking into Deku. He wants fucking everything about him.

Katsuki squeezes Deku’s tit harder, feels sparking beneath both of his palms, and Deku’s whines from it, scratching at his shoulders, squeezing into his skin - his chest is soaked with the way Deku keeps rolling his hips up to increase the friction as he gets worked up again. And fuck - maybe Katsuki’s a little fucking insane but now that he has the chance, has the fucking means, he wants to control Deku’s movements, wants to be the one to say how he gets to roll his hips, which direction - doesn’t want to give Deku room to do anything besides instinctively twitch from how hard Katsuki’s stimulating his pussy. 

Katsuki takes both of his hands and circles them around Deku’s tiny waist. He pushes Deku’s hips back down and keeps him in place as he fucks him now. 

“Hah— mmngh,” Deku gasps. “Kacchan—”

“Mine,” Katsuki mumbles. He’s back at Deku’s neck, teeth scraping against the skin there before he tugs at a patch and sucks. “‘M in charge, Deku. I get to fuckin’ say what goes. Had me all tied up and you were still tremblin’ and squealin’ beneath me, baby. Begging me to fuck you, beggin’ for my cock, askin’ me to fuck you after you were talkin’ all that shit about fucking me tonight.”

“Kacchan—Kacchan gets, you—” Deku’s a blubbering mess now. Katsuki lifts his leg, pressing the back of it to his chest for a better angle and he takes his time now. Sinks into Deku nice and slow, real fuckin’ deep before he slowly tugs back and then sinks into him again. Deku absolutely fucking trembles, melts into the sheets beneath him, and becomes fucking liquid. Deku finally cries, “Kacchan acts like he wants—wants to be … be not in charge sometimes and! Hah—Kacchan!” 

Katsuki clicks his tongue again and again and again. “Deku, baby. You’ve got it all wrong,” Katsuki drops his weight again, drops Deku’s leg, and cages Deku’s body with his own. Huge and all-consuming. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good it makes me lose my damn mind, s’all.” He brushes the wet locks of Deku’s hair out of his misty, wet eyes. Thumbs at his forehead with his thumb and gazes into Deku’s eyes for a moment. “But being inside you. Fucking you, is the only fucking way I wanna do this. Watching you fall apart. Breakin’ you with my hands, makin’ you cry just so I can put you back together again. It makes me fucking weak, it’s what I fuckin’ get off on, Sweet Thing. Drives me so fucking crazy I wanna start goddamn crying. Don’t want this any other way. ‘M not makin’ myself be anything ‘m not and I don’t want you to do that either. Yeah?”

Deku sniffles and he rubs his nose with the back of his hand with a small nod. 

Katsuki’s gotta lean down and bite off that scrunch in his fucking nose. He kisses the tip of it and says, “Love you.”

And Deku’s suddenly got stars in his eyes. They’re wide, sparkling shimmering. He gasps, “You’re amazing, Kacchan,” his lips tremble and he’s fucking sobbing now. He squeezes his arms around Katsuki, tears wetting Katsuki’s shoulder and fuck if that doesn’t get him going.

“‘M gonna fuck you,” Katsuki tells him gruffly. He’s caressing Deku’s hips again as he shifts their positions again. Gets Deku on his side, hiking his leg up and tugging it to the side to open his pussy as he sinks back into him. He kisses Deku’s neck as he rolls his hips. “And ‘m gonna lose my fucking mind over how fucking delicious your pussy is. Gonna lose my mind over how it’s all fuckin’ mine, how nobody else gets to have this, gets to have you.” He thrusts into Deku again, squeezing him tighter. “Gonna fucking cry a little ‘cuz fuck, I love my life,” he bites Deku’s shoulder and groans when he thrusts his hips again, falling into rhythm. “‘N ‘m gonna fuck you through my tears and yours ‘cuz that’s the kinda shit I like.”

Katsuki makes good on his word. He fucks another orgasm out of Deku before he’s got Deku back on his back, his own fingers entwined with freckled ones against the messy, crumpled sheets of the mattress. He’s fucking sweating bad, heated up, rocking his hips fast and hard, balls slapping against Deku’s wet pussy lips with Deku crying from overstimulation. Tears staining his cheeks, hands too weak to hang on to any part of Katsuki - and Katsuki with his face against Deku’s shoulder, panting hard, moaning against his skin, mumbling about how fucking good Deku feels around him, how tight he’s squeezing his dick, how perfect and fucking amazing it is getting to fuck him - when he finally blows his load. 

Katsuki’s groan comes from deep in his chest, low and rough as his cock twitches and he stills with his balls drawing up against Deku’s pussy as long, thick spurts of cum shoot inside Deku. So fucking much that it spills out the side, milky globs of Katsuki’s seed making a wet, sticky mess between the both of them. When Katsuki pulls his hips back and then pushes forward, his pelvis squelches against Deku’s lips and it makes him fucking tremble, another pulse from his cock as he releases more cum into Deku. 

They’re both left panting, Katsuki’s head is swimming and there’s a faint ringing in his ear left from the intensity of his orgasm and Deku’s state is no better. Deku attempts to shift but ultimately gives up on it and instead tugs weakly at Katsuki’s arm. 

“Did,” Deku clears his throat and tugs again. “Did Kacchan cry.” 

Katsuki snorts tiredly and pushes himself up from the bed. Fixes Deku and readies him to get the both of them cleaned up. “Nah,” he mumbles. “Just might one day, though. Your pussy fucking grips me like crazy.”

Deku slaps Katsuki’s arm and he squirms back into the mattress. “Hate—I hate. Being in charge. The thought of it’s scary to me. Don’t wanna do that again. Don’t wanna tie you up again, either. Need the heat. I like Kacchan’s hands on me the most when he, umm. When he touches me.”

Another snort. Deku’s so fucking cute. “Yeah. I know, baby. Whoever came up with that idea is a fucking idiot, huh?”

“Kacchan!” Deku hits Katsuki again. He opens his legs so Katsuki can start preparing him for the bath. Katsuki can feel his gaze on him even as he stands to start the water. Sits back down to pull Deku up and lift his shirt over his head. His thick curls poof up cute and messy. “Thank you for taking care of me, Kacchan.” 

Katsuki bites the scrunch off Deku’s nose.