Rising with the Heat

Based on Minzie's Holding A Hero Series! An unofficial oneshot set in that universe because I love it so damn much lol. 

Haaaappy birthday Minzie!!

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Deku practically bounced with excitement as he followed Katsuki up a narrow flight of stairs, beaming from ear to ear despite the frustrated look that Katsuki himself wore. He'd been looking forward to this day for as long as he could remember, even before they'd gotten back in touch.

Today was the day he would finally get to watch Katsuki model!

Sure, he'd seen it on television plenty of times, but he'd never thought he'd be so lucky as to stand in the same studio, watching live as Katsuki stripped down and flexed for the cameras, his little smirks selling thousands of magazines, or watches, or colognes, or even cars some days, before he'd even seen a copy of the shoots for himself.

Katsuki was pure, unbridled sex appeal, and Deku still had no clue what it was that the man saw in him, what he could possibly have said or done to end up so close in his life.

Every night, he thanked every God he knew that he had somehow stumbled his way into his position – even if that position was usually face down in the bed, gasping for air while Katsuki fucked him long and hard.

Who was he kidding? Especially when his position was on his stomach, face stuffed into his pillow, moaning and sobbing and begging while Katsuki sneered at him and continued pounding, over and over, hips slapping together obscenely, until could feel nothing but the stupidly intense pleasure of Katsuki's massive cock filling his ass with cum.

"Oi," Katsuki growled. "You listening to me, asshole? Stop muttering."

"S-Sorry!" he squeaked. "Um, w-what did you need, K-Kacchan?"

Katsuki shoved a hand down on his head, messing his hair up just a little too roughly, and he pulled a face as he waited for it to stop.

"You've been holding your breath since the carpark," Katsuki pointed out with a huff. "Are you freaking out or can you just not climb a tiny flight of stairs without your pathetic little lungs giving out? Am I meant to carry you or some shit?"

"N-No, Kacchan! I'm okay! I just, um- th-the first one?"

"What the fuck is there to be nervous about? You're here with the star of the show. They should be kissing your feet or some shit for being invited by me. Isn't this what you fuckin' wanted? You nagged about it for long enough."

"Yes! It is! I'm sorry, Kacchan! I want to watch you so bad! But everyone here will be so successful and professional and pretty and I'm just..."

He trailed off, cheeks burning pink as he looked away, letting his fingers tangle in the hem of his brand-new hoodie.

"I bought you all this new junk and you're still worried about looking like shit?" Katsuki snorted, tugging at the shiny black zipper running down his front. "Your new merch isn't pretty enough for you?"

"The merch is amazing!" Deku argued, watching a knowing smirk cross Katsuki's lips as he hugged his arms around himself. "But I'm me, Kacchan. No matter how much nice stuff you buy me, I'm still me."

"Idiot. My merch can make anyone look cool. Even a dorky little nerd-ass."

"S-Sorry, Kacchan."

"Whatever. Can you calm your shit and breathe already? You know I don't do late."

"I'm okay!" he insisted, swallowing hard and lifting his chin. "Sorry, Kacchan! I didn't mean to interfere!"

With a last little scoff, Katsuki turned back to the stairs, climbing the last little section from the landing to the wide corridor at the top.

"Oh! Ground Zero!" a lady in a dark suit spoke up quickly, the entire room of staff turning to bow to him in the doorway. "Thank you so much for coming, I'm glad you could make it!"

"Whatever," Katsuki shrugged. "Where do you want me?"

"In this corner here would be perfect! Thank you!"

Katsuki waved for Deku to follow him, and with a nervous bow to the room Deku obeyed, debating briefly if he should introduce himself before quickly deciding it wasn't worth wasting everyone's time for a name they'd never use again.

"Aww, look at you!" an older lady cooed, when he scurried over to watch the hair and make-up process. "I love your jacket! Are you Ground Zero's brother?"

"N-No, Ma'am," he squeaked, cheeks burning. "We, um- We were friends, when we were little kids? Um, childhood friends, you know?"

"And now he's my cock warmer," Katsuki said bluntly, baring his teeth in a sharp grin when Deku squawked at him indignantly.

Deku blushed bright red, tearing up when he saw the awkward looks and nervous glances in the staff. A lady with a familiar face, one of Katsuki's public relations staff or managers maybe, seemed to be the only one unsurprised by the comment, rolling her eyes at him as he snickered to himself.

"So you're Ground Zero's boyfriend, huh?" she asked flatly, as if she weren't surprised at all by the knowledge that he had one, let alone one as plain and unimpressive as Deku.

"O-only when I'm good," Deku answered, kicking himself for it immediately when Katsuki laughed.

"Keep this weirdness private, B- Ground Zero. I don't want to deal with the media storm when it gets out that you have a human pet instead of a normal relationship."

"We will!" Deku squeaked. "Sorry!"

"Don't worry about it," she assured him. "This is hardly the weirdest thing I've had to deal with from him."

"R-Really?" he asked awkwardly. "Ka- Ground Zero does weird things?"

"I'll write you a novel to catch up on his antics," she snorted, and suddenly Deku understood why Katsuki had hired her – her sarcasm was probably the only thing keeping him sane.

"Sounds good!" he giggled nervously. "Um, please take care of him!"

"Of course."

Deku watched from a safe distance, trying to remain unobtrusive, as they set to work on Katsuki. He'd always just assumed that there was nothing they could do with his messy, jagged hair, the way it jutted out on weird angles with a life of its own, but he was proven wrong when two stylists began to tackle it, managing to dial back the wildness until it somehow looked intentional rather than uncaring, like he'd made a conscious decision to have such a spiky appearance instead of just resigning himself to his fate. It was weirdly fascinating, and Deku had to admit that Katsuki looked even more handsome with just a little bit of effort.

The make-up, too, was intriguing. Katsuki already had such perfect skin, they didn't need to do anything fancy to it, but the thin ring of black around his eyes and the darkened lashes to match made his eyes look so much more vivid than usual, shades of pure fire that burned right through him when they darted Deku's way.

"You're staring, nerd."

"Kacchan looks so handsome," Deku explained, blushing when he heard the stifled little giggles from his staff. "Oh, s-sorry, I shouldn't call you that in public."

"Like I give a fuck," Katsuki sneered. "Tell me more, nerd."

"Tell you-? Oh! Um, y-your eyes, they just look s-so... So strong, and bright, you- you have such a handsome face a-anyway, b-but it's m-more... It stands out?"

"That's it, give me more compliments."

Katsuki smirked, almost challenging Deku with his eyes, and Deku blinked at him as he tried to process it all. They were in a room full of people, and Katsuki was encouraging his praise? When he knew how nervous Deku was? What kind of weird game was he playing?

"Y-Your hair," Deku continued, face entirely red, eyes darting away for a moment and quickly back again when he saw the small crowd gathered in the room. "It looks s-sexy, like a-artfully m-messy not- not like you don't c-care."

"So you think I'm not hot the rest of the time?"

"I do!" Deku insisted. "You know I do, Kacchan! I-It's just new and- and exciting for me to w-watch!"

"Good job," Katsuki smirked, eyes moving back to the phone in his hand. "You can relax now."

Deku breathed a sigh of relief, catching a few little glimpses of pitying and apologetic looks aimed his way. He really was out of place, if even the personal assistants pitied him.

And that was without knowing his quirkless status.

"Alright, wardrobe," someone instructed, the stylists stepping away and immediately replaced with a new group, holding up a collection of different outfits for Katsuki's approval. "Thoughts, Ground Zero?"

"Why are they all so shitty and plain?" he asked sharply, eyeing shades of black and grey hanging from their hands. "How is that gonna draw attention, huh?"

"Well, Sir, with all due respect, we thought the more monochrome look would draw more attention to the colour in your face, since that's where the advertising will take place. Would you like to see the sunglasses? We have a few pairs to try out."

"Fine."

Katsuki watched as they pulled out a small wooden chest, the glasses nestled safely inside with plenty of packing material to keep them safe in transit. Most of them were fairly simple black or silver frames, that Deku knew would look amazing against the ruby of Katsuki's eyes, but one pair was a bright, neon orange, almost comical in their appearance. Deku braced himself, when Katsuki picked them up to inspect, but to his surprise, the man didn't yell or scream.

"Alright, these ones for the shirtless pics," he instructed. "We need a little colour in the background, at least, for the other ones. I'll took weirdly top-heavy if that's the only place with colour."

"You are top-heavy, Kacchan," Deku mumbled, watching the sharp gaze dart to him, his hearing as impeccable as ever. "That's your whole appeal."

"Haah? Say it louder, nerd."

"N-No, that's okay!" he insisted, eyes wide "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Deku," Katsuki cut him off. "Say it. Now."

"W-Well, K-Kacchan, I just m-meant that you h-have a really n-nice ch-chest and I- I think everyone will b-be l-looking there, r-right?" he stumbled his words out in a hurry, barely stringing them together, and Katsuki raised an eyebrow at him. "S-Sorry, Kacchan, I didn't m-mean to interrupt."

"Alright, all the shots are shirtless now," Katsuki sighed, waving away the handful of shirts being shown to him. "Gimme the dark jeans, the tight ones that make my ass look good."

"Right away, Sir!"

They ferried the collections away in a hurry, and Katsuki waved Deku back to his side, smirking as he plonked the bright orange sunglasses on Deku's nose.

"Perfect," he snorted. "They match your hair so well."

"I'm not the one trying to model," he pouted. "You don't need to be mean."

Katsuki took them back, settling them on top of his head, and smirked as he leaned in close.

"You gonna be a good boy for me while I work?"

"Of course, Kacchan."

"Turn around and bend over for me."

"N-Now?"

"Yes, now."

Trembling, Deku obeyed, turning around and bending down as if he were fiddling with his shoelaces. Katsuki hooked a finger under his hoodie, prying it up just enough to see an edge of orange lace peeking out from his trousers. He smirked, giving the lacy elastic a little snap with his finger, but froze when he began to retract his hand.

"The hell is this?" he asked, when Deku jolted upright. "Oi, stand still."

Shaking again, Deku let him lift the hem of the new hoodie, thumb brushing over the dark image printed on his skin.

"Property of Ground Zero?" he read, as if he couldn't believe he were reading it. "When the fuck did you get a god damn tramp stamp?"

"I-It's just temporary!" Deku assured him, blushing. "I th-thought it was funny! I'm sorry!"

"Where the fuck did you buy that?"

"The internet?"

"I'm gonna sue that motherfucker so damn hard."

Despite himself, he cracked a little smile when he ran his fingertips over it again. He already liked branding the nerd in his colours and his merch, stamping his name on the blushing little idiot was kind of a fun idea too. Maybe he'd design one himself and take Deku to make it a permanent fixture.

"Collar?" Katsuki asked, gesturing for him to turn around again.

Deku leaned down, letting Katsuki touch the thick black leather around his neck, tugging lightly on a metal ring that lay right over his throat. The metal was a dark orange in colour, very shiny, and Deku hated to admit that it might have been his favourite colour to wear.

Katsuki reached into his pocket, digging out a black leather leash and clipping it to the ring, ignoring the looks of disbelief that were shot his way when he stood up and led Deku to a spot where he could watch without being in the way.

"Stay," he said firmly, hooking the leash over one of the unused clothing hooks on the walls. "Be a good boy for me."

Cheeks still burning, Deku nodded, sliding his way down the wall to sit on the floor and hoping he might just vanish, sink into it or turn invisible all of a sudden. Wouldn't that be a time to suddenly discover an untapped quirk? Invisibility only unleashed by the most mortifying moment of his life.

Katsuki had a smile on his face, though, and was changing into a sinfully sweet pair of jeans that somehow emphasised every single muscle in his body.

He supposed he could deal with it, for that view.

Maybe that was his real purpose in life. Not working at a coffee shop or studying heroes behind the scenes, just being there to do whatever Katsuki wanted and keep him happy.

"You know," the Director began, when Katsuki headed for the little set. "When you asked if you could bring your dog to the set, this isn't what I was expecting."

Change of plans. It was time for Deku to spontaneously combust.

Soon enough, the room seemed to forget Deku existed. For once, it came with relief, rather than an awkward anxiety that lingered in the pit of his stomach any time he tried to make new friends. He just huddled in his little spot, sinking into his warm hoodie, only his eyes peeking out to watch the show.

Katsuki really was amazing.

He lay back across the hood of a fake care, back arched prettily, pecs and abs glistening under the lights, and he did it like it was no big deal. The neon orange sunglasses were in his hand, and every time the cameras flashed he moved them a little more – on his eyes, first, like any normal person, then the top of his head, then in his hand, twirled between his fingers as they hovered over his chest. When he stuck one of the arms into his mouth, sucking on it lightly, Deku felt himself go stiff. His dick was too damn hard between his legs, and if he started moving, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to stop.

Katsuki smirked as if he could hear Deku's thoughts, tongue darting out to toy at the end o the sunglasses, and then, as if nothing had ever happened, he was up on his feet and reaching for the next pair.

Deku whined to himself quietly, praying the crew was too distracted to notice, and tentatively shifted to lessen the pressure on his crotch.

Katsuki sat back on a beach chair this time, surrounded by fake sand and bright lights that would mimic a beachy sunlight. His skin was golden and smooth, dazzling and unblemished even without makeup or retouching, and when they spritzed him with water from a little spray bottle, Deku had to stuff his fingers in his mouth to keep quiet.

God damn. He was such a horny little freak, just like Katsuki always said.

Once again Katsuki posed effortlessly, draping his leg over the arm of the chair to spread himself wider; laying back with water dripping down his skin, following every groove and curve of his muscles; arms draped along the back of the chair to show off his impressive chest and biceps, smirking in that delicious, irresistible way that always brought Deku to his knees.

And finally, when the props were taken away, and the dark glasses that Deku liked the best were handed over, he had to adjust his waistband, palming himself a little through his pants just to find a comfortable position.

Katsuki knelt on the floor of the set, still beautifully bare in the torso, and the cameras only had to take one shot.

He pulled the glasses down just a little, peeking over the top, and with a little lick of his lips and a flirty wink, the cameras flashed.

Deku came.

It took him a minute to realise he'd even done it, only aware of the intense, immense pleasure that washed through him, sparking fire in the pit of his stomach that flooded through every limb, his lungs heaving as he gasped for air around his spit-slicked fingers.

He wiped them quickly on his pants, and that was when he noticed the damp spot.

It wasn't too visible, thankfully, from the outside, but he could absolutely feel the dampness in his stupid lacy panties. He wanted to run to the bathroom, to hide and clean himself up, but with his shiny leather leash hooked to the wall, he knew he couldn't leave.

Not because he couldn't reach to unhook it, he was pretty sure he could on his tiptoes – no, because Katsuki would kill him, no matter what his reason.

So instead, he wallowed in his pit of stick self-loathing, watching as Katsuki wrapped up and pulled a shirt back on, nodding faintly to everyone who spoke but not really paying any attention to them. He did manage a tiny bow of gratitude when they insisted he keep the new sunglasses, but other than that he seemed to lose interest in every staff member in a heartbeat.

Not that he'd had much interest in them in the first place.

It took far too long for Katsuki to return to him, forgotten in the back. It felt like hours, but he supposed it was probably only a minute, considering he walked almost directly from the set.

"What's that dumb face for, huh?" he asked, unhooking the leash and dragging him to his feet easily. "What're you sulking about?"

"U-Um," he mumbled, blushing again already. "I need to pee, Kacchan."

"Is that all?" he snorted. "Idiot. In the hall, first door on your left."

He unhooked the leash, waving Deku away and Deku didn't wait for a second order. He practically ran out the door, shutting himself in the first bathroom stall he got to and whining when he pulled his pants down and found the mess.

The skimpy lace panties had been bad enough on their own, when Katsuki had dangled them in his face with a smirk and insisted he dress up nice and pretty to meet the fashion crew. On any other day, he'd have thrown his underwear out and gone home in his uncomfortable, but fairly clean, trousers. If he did that with the panties, though? Katsuki would kill him.

He did his best to wipe them out with toilet paper, still whining and mumbling to himself as he worked, and when he finally conceded that he could do no more, he pulled his pants up and took a deep breath.

He looked so sweaty, in the mirror above the hand basins. It was like he'd just run a marathon, all damp hair sticking to his forehead and cheeks flushed pink. He splashed some water on his face, doing his best to look at least a little presentable, but with all the beautiful staff in the next room, all the stunning poses Katsuki had just finished laying himself out for, it felt like a useless effort anyway.

Why couldn't he have looked more like Katsuki? All tall and strong, broad-shouldered and thick-thighed. Instead, he was just a dumpy little nerd who looked like he belonged in his mother's basement.

The worst.

Giving up, he trudged back to the room, surprised to find that while the sets were being packed away, Katsuki stood back in the hair and makeup area, actually chatting with some of the staff.

"There you are," he huffed, when Deku tentatively approached them. "Thought maybe you'd fallen in."

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" he answered quickly, his voice weirdly high-pitched with the pretty ladies smiling at him pityingly. He'd probably interrupted their flirting. "U-Um, are you- Are you all done?"

"I am," he nodded, smirking a little. "Have a seat, Deku."

"H-Huh? Whuh? Why?"

Katsuki didn't bother to answer, shoving him pointedly into the little chair instead, and Deku knew his eyes were wide and dark as he looked up at them in fear.

"Sit back and relax, nerd. They're gonna take good care of you."

"Wha-?! K-Kacchan! Why?!"

He tried his best to ignore the giggles from the young ladies, focussing on Katsuki leaning in close, bringing his lips close to a burning-hot ear.

"You think I'm gonna have fun fucking you if you spend the whole time muttering about how you aren't hot enough?"

He should have known Katsuki would see right through him. Katsuki had always known exactly what Deku was thinking, after all. With a hard swallow and a tiny nod, Deku resigned himself to his strange fate, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching tight at the arms of the chair.

"Relax, sweetie," one of the ladies instructed sweetly, a strange contrast from Katsuki's orders. "You don't need to be nervous!"

"I promise you'll feel great at the end," another assured him. "You can hold your hottie boyfriend's hand if you need comfort."

Deku laughed awkwardly, but when a strong, warm hand wove its way into his, he felt himself burning bright red again. He'd never expected to see the day that Katsuki would actually hold his hand just because some lady told him to be comforting.

"You've got such a cute face!" one of them praised, cupping his chin in her hand and turning him this way and that. "Look at these freckles, I love it!"

He heard whispers and hushed debates, felt a hand pushing hair back from his forehead, and when he cracked an eye open to look he found Katsuki considering him with a strangely stern look on his face.

"You gonna do whatever I ask?" he asked pointedly.

"A-Always, K-Kacchan."

"Good. You're due for a haircut, these guys do mine."

"W-Wait, you want- But I- I'm just-"

"It's no trouble at all," they promised. "When's the last time you got it cut?"

"A- A while," he admitted. "It, um, curls so- So I don't- I don't notice it m-much."

"You're gonna feel so good with some weight taken off you! I always feel so much better about myself after a haircut, that's why girls always cut off all their hair after a break up!"

He nodded faintly, sinking back into his chair with Katsuki's critical gaze bearing down on him, but when the fingers squeezed at him gently, reminding him he was there, he softened a little.

"What does it even matter?" he asked himself, under his breath. "It's not like they can screw me up more."

He closed his eyes again, but a little more gently this time, and soon they were smoothing a cold paste over his skin, talking quietly amongst themselves and even, at rare moments, getting input from Katsuki.

He tried not to think too hard about all the hands on him, inciting the sounds of pots and tubes and scissors, instead concentrating just on the one that dwarfed his own.

"Open your eyes, dumbass," Katsuki nudged him with his elbow, but still kept hold of his hand. "What are you so freaked out about, huh? You don't trust me to make sure you're still cute?"

"Still?" Deku squeaked.

The girls giggled again but Katsuki just rolled his eyes, using his free hand to flick Deku in the forehead.

"Still, idiot."

He managed the tiniest of smiles, not at the words themselves, but at the way Katsuki said it in such a rarely genuine tone, looking straight into Deku's eyes as if he were entirely unashamed and unapologetic.

"I look okay?" he asked tentatively, testing the waters as he peeked up at Katsuki.

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Don't push your luck, nerd."

"Sorry," he giggled nervously. glancing down as someone began sweeping up green hair from the ground.

"It's fine, idiot."

With a few last little swipes at his eyes, they pulled out a mirror, and Deku was surprised to find he actually recognised his own face.

"What?" Katsuki asked knowingly.

"I thought, um, you wanted to... Cover me up?"

"Haaah? What the fuck made you think that?"

"You're so hot, Kacchan!" he whined. "I can't keep up with you!"

"The fuck are you on about?" he growled. "I said you needed a haircut, I didn't say plastic surgery or some shit."

"You're super cute," one of the girls informed him, pinching at one of his chubby cheeks. "You think we'd want to cover up all your cute little freckles? Ground Zero is a lucky man."

"Wha-? F-? Me-? What?!"

"Come on, nerd, let's go," Katsuki huffed, dragging him out of his seat. "Thanks ladies, see you next time."

Deku waved over his shoulder as Katsuki led him away, and as they walked he found himself smiling faintly, his head down but his eyes peeking up at the stern look on Katsuki's face.

"You feel less shitty now, nerd?" he asked, as he unlocked the car. "You were practically a black hole of shitty despair in there."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, ducking his head again when Katsuki opened the door and waved him in. "I didn't realise."

"I asked you a question," Katsuki levelled him with a glare, gripping his jaw in one hand and forcing the face up to look at him. "Answer it."

"Question? What was- Oh, um, do I feel less...? Um, I think so."

"You think so?" Katsuki snorted. "Can't even figure out your own damn emotions?"

"I liked it when Kacchan called me cute," he blushed. "That was nice."

"You think I'd fuck you if you weren't?"

"W-Well, m-maybe?"

"Idiot."

The rest of the ride was silent, all the way back to the apartment where Katsuki was kind enough to let Deku stay with him while he was in town. He'd thought he was dreaming, when he got the call asking him to come watch a shoot – it certainly could have passed off as one and he wouldn't have questioned it.

"So," Katsuki began, as soon as they were locked inside the apartment. "You have fun today, nerd?"

"Y-Yes, Kacchan!" he nodded wildly, feeling his much-lighter curls bob as he moved. "Thank you for taking me! I'm so happy! I couldn't have asked for-"

"Okay, okay," he cut Deku off. "Take your pants off for me, then."

All at once, Deku remembered his trip to the bathroom, his world crashing down around him as he squirmed in his damp panties.

"U-Um," he began carefully. "I- I had- An a-accident?"

"Haah? You wet yourself?"

"Not that kind of accident!" Deku corrected him quickly, hands flailing as he shook his head. "But, w-well, when you were m-modelling and you- you looked so good Kacchan, and I- I- I didn't even touch it I just kind of c-c-"

"You creamed your little panties because of my shirtless photos," Katsuki smirked, shoving Deku up against the wall. "Didn't you?"

"Y-Yes, Kacchan."

"Holy shit, you lewd little whore. You came without even fuckin' touching yourself just because of me modelling?"

"You looked so hot, Kacchan," Deku pouted. "And, um, you did that little wink and I just-"

Katsuki smirked, leaning in so close Deku could feel his warm breath, and like the damn tease he was, he winked.

Except this time, as he winked, he jammed a knee into Deku's crotch, pushing hard against his little dick and savouring the long moan that burst from Deku's lips.

"Such a shame you came without me," he hummed, grinding his leg back and forth to rub at Deku's dick. "You were being such a good boy other than that."

"I-I'm s-sorry," he stuttered, throwing his head back against the wall as a moan escaped him "I d-didn't m-mean to, K-Kacchan was… irresistible!"

"Good excuse, nerd," he snorted, yanking the trousers down to see Deku's attentive little dick peeking out from sticky panties. "But you still kept them on like a good boy, didn't you? I've taught you well."

"I-I knew K-Kacchan would be m-mad," he whimpered, trying to shift his weight but only succeeding in coaxing Katsuki's leg higher, forcing him to his tiptoes. "I-If I took them o-off, I m-mean. I d-didn't want t-to m-make you m-mad."

"You're finally learning, huh?" he teased. "Isn't life so much easier if you just do what I damn well tell you?"

"Y-Yes, K-Kacchan."

"Good. Now take your shirt off."

With fumbling fingers, Deku unzipped his new hoodie and set it aside, stripping his t-shirt over his head next, tossing it aside with much less care than the hoodie. Katsuki immediately went to his nipple, pinching hard and twisting just enough to make him whimper, but still he didn't dare to complain.

"And your ass?" he asked, completely straight-faced despite how it made Deku blush.

"R-Ready for you, K-Kacchan."

Katsuki shifted his leg aside, giving Deku a moment of relief before he reached down between his thighs to the waiting hole. Sure enough, he found it plugged up with black silicone, stretched nice and wide for Katsuki to take him whenever and wherever he felt the urge.

"What a good little whore," Katsuki praised, though his tone was more sneering than genuine. "Come on, then."

It took him no effort to wrap a hand around Deku's throat, shoving him down on the kitchen table with the little black plug and a cheap temporary tramp-stamp pointed up at him in wait. He tore the plug out first, amused when Deku winced, and slapped a hand down on his round asscheek.

"What happens to naughty boys who cum without permission, Dekuuu?"

"Th-They get p-punished."

"And what happens if they complain about their punishment?"

"It d-doubles but Kacchan I w-won't I promise!"

"Damn right. Because my little slut wouldn't dare to disobey me again, would he?"

"No, Sir! No, Master! Never, I swear!"

"Good boy."

He slammed his hand down again, watching Izuku's ass and thighs jiggle a little under his touch, and with a lick of his lips he leaned in to bite it, relishing the feel of the soft flesh between his teeth. He bit down, sucking hard, and soon little red and purple marks began to bloom, lining the curve of his ass with Katsuki's marks.

"Fuck, you should always be branded by me," he hissed, running his tongue along the cheesy fake tattoo. "My bruises, my colours, my name. Should just burn a damn handprint into your side and be done with it."

Deku whimpered, but he didn't object, and Katsuki scoffed at him quietly.

"You'd just take it without a word, wouldn't you? Scarred with my hand for the rest of your life, but you'd just lie here and take it."

"Yes, Kacchan," he whimpered, biting down on his lip. "I-I'm sorry if I make a s-sound, it might h-hurt a l-little."

"I'm not gonna," Katsuki snorted. "I'll start thinking about a tattoo or some shit."

"O-Okay, K-Kacchan."

"Maybe a piercing," he smirked, reaching beneath the small frame to pinch at his nipple again. "Nipple rings in my colours? Or further down..."

Deku swallowed hard when Katsuki shifted his grip, tapping against his leaky little cock lightly.

"Maybe down here, in case anyone else goes looking in your pants, hmm? Engrave my name on some shiny black jewellery for you?"

"W-Whatever K-Kacchan wants."

"Good answer."

He kicking his jeans off finally, freeing his erect cock, and rubbed it up and down over Deku's hole lightly. Deku whined quietly whenever it left, his hips twitching and shaking with the effort it took to not buck back into him, but still he managed to keep himself on the table. He arched his back, though, showing himself off to Katsuki's narrowed eyes, and when the strong hand wound into his hair he knew he'd won.

"Fuck, you look good," he hissed, pulling his head back to see bright eyes outlined with dark eyeliner much like his own – the damn stylists had made far too many jokes about them matching for his liking. "Wanna see you cry all that mascara and eyeliner off like a little bitch."

"K-Kacchan," he choked out, already drooling just at the feel of Katsuki's cock rubbing at his hole. "P-Please fuck me. Master?"

Katsuki didn't bother to answer him, other than by shoving his cock all at once into the dripping hole. It still had to stretch, still pulled tight around him, but the prep work with the plug was more than enough to get him inside and let the nerd feel it burn.

"Please," he spluttered, tears already spilling over. "Master, fuck me."

He didn't need to ask twice.

Katsuki pressed him into the table with one hand, the other still wrenching his head back to watch tears trail down his face, leaving dark puddles where they met his makeup. He couldn't believe how good the damn nerd could look, with a decent haircut and some eyeliner slapped on him, but here he was, crying pretty tears, while Katsuki could only stare at him and pump his hips.

"Kacchan," Deku moaned, his eyes rolling back. "Kacchan, I wanna cum, please let me cum, Master!"

"Fuck," Katsuki hissed, flipping Deku effortlessly so he could see the tears and the pleading whines. "Beg me for it. Beg me to fill you with my damn cum, and when you're stuffed full of me and only me, you can let your little cock run wild. Turn those damn mumbles into pretty words for me, Deku."

Katsuki wasn't sure he even heard the words, but with the pleading tone and the desperate whines, the hips grinding down against him as Deku chanted Kacchan, Kacchan! he couldn't hold back any longer. With few last, rough thrusts, he pumped Deku full of his fluid, even deigning to wrap a hand around Deku's dick and help him finish.

The table was going to need a damn good clean before he ate off it again.

Fuck it, he'd just buy a new table.

"Bed," Katsuki growled, grabbing Deku in one arm and dragging his limp body down the hall.

"Messy," Deku murmured, eyes glazed and chest heaving. "Kacchan hot."

"Damn fuckin' right I am," he snorted.

They fell silent as Katsuki fell onto the bed, dragging Deku with him and pushing green curls back from his forehead lightly, admiring the messed up remnants of Deku's face and makeup.

"You're starting to look pretty hot too."