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Shouto doesn’t get like this often. They don’t really just want very often, not like this. Not how Katsuki makes them want to want. Katsuki makes them want to learn to cook just so when Katsuki comes home he doesn’t have to. Katsuki makes them want to scrub between the tiles on the floor just so Katsuki can say “thank you, my love” just to hear it. Even if he thanks Shouto every day they lie in bed together and sleep.
But today…today Shouto lies themself bare for him. Thighs spread, no panties, with their glistening mound out to be seen. Because Shouto’s happy, right here on the couch. Just waiting for their lover.
And the best part is, Katsuki’s not patient. Katsuki’s between Shouto’s thighs, kissing every inch of the smooth pale skin softly and slowly. Licking the crease between his thigh and folds. He says he likes how salty it is there, that it makes Shouto feel more real, he says.
But then he licks over Shouto’s clit. Softly, lapping up the slick that has begun to leak down to Shouto’s asshole. But Katsuki just licks there too. Clean Shouto up and then comes back. Suckles on their clit like grape from a vine and doesn’t stop. Only to lap between their folds, to press his tongue beneath their clit tugs.
Shouto just has to take it—sprawled out and open and vulnerable for their one and only. He doesn’t even reel back to talk, Katsuki feasts between Shouto’s thighs. A finger slips into their slit, soft and slow. It’s not even partially filling, at all, but it’s there and Katsuki, so it makes them want. Makes Shouto want to whine, “baby.”
They’re whining before they can stop, “Katsuki, please.” Begging comes easy to Shouto when it’s Katsuki. Because he already gives and gives, Shouto barely has to even say please. And that makes them want to say it. More and more so Katsuki can give and give and give. Just to Shouto.
He gives Shouto two fingers, still not filling. Almost like a tease. A tease that’s really making Shouto impatient. They tug at his hair, softly, trying to say more without feeling too greedy. But they like being greedy, eating up all of Katsuki’s attention and time.
Shouto’s hips still cant though. Grinding against Katsuki’s face and taking his fingers deeper in his aching heat. It feels good, so good. Good enough that Shouto’s back arches, soft moans tumbling off his lips.
But Katsuki doesn’t let them release. When their walls begin to quiver and tighten, Katsuki eases his fingers out with coaxing suckles on Shouto’s clit, soon after replacing his puckered lips with his thumb smoothing over their clit.
It’s soothing, Shouto relaxes into the couch again, letting their legs relax. It’s a bit perplex, that their hips being forced open, legs spread from end to end on the couch is comfortable, but it is. At least to Shouto. It’s a test on flexibility and Shouto’s never got to use it much. But Katsuki gets them to. He fucks Shouto against the wall, on their tippy toes with their leg over his shoulder. So Shouto can feel the burn, he says.
So this is relaxing, they think. As they watch Katsuki brush their clit again and again, until it’s just puffy and red and shiny—needy. Dripping in wanting more attention just how he had Shouto not long ago. “Katsuki.” They whine, hips rolling to match the pace of his thumb.
“I know, sweet thing, I know,” he soothes, fingers still going slow. Caressing Shouto’s clit like it needs comfort. “I’m so mean, hm? You were so close?”
“Yeah,” they huff, a little gasp, “I was perfect and you- you took it away.” Shouto’s lip juts out. As if wanting Katsuki to apologize. For taking away their pleasure. For sucking their pussy red and puffy and swollen, just for…nothing.
But Katsuki just smiles up with hours sharp canines on display. They’re so pearly and strong and beautiful. Shouto wants them in their thighs, their stomach, Shouto’s neck. Biting until they bleed. Just to be claimed, so they know Shouto belongs to someone.
Even if they already know.
Shouto gasps when teeth sink into their thigh. Just how they wanted. Then again and again, up their hip, to their chest, biting Shouto’s pec sucking on their nipple and biting those too. Shouto just lets him, lets him sink his teeth in as deep as he wants.
And it hurts, it does. But it feels good. That dull sing beneath their skin that’s their ache for it. For Katsuki. For those beautiful teeth to make them his.
The biting is so good and distracting, they don’t notice that Katsuki’s cock is out, breeching Shouto’s cunt until the tip of his cock pushes past their folds, into them. Bullying its way past the resistance and flooding their senses with pleasure and loveand yes.
Shouto’s moans a little too loud, they think, because Katsuki’s lips find his way to theirs like they always to when Shouto gets a little too loud. With his thumb still brushing their clit, “relax, baby,” and they’re trying, really they are, but Katsuki’s so deep and he’s touching everything, Shouto gasps as they try to but all they feel is the shape of his cock everywhere.
“I can’t,” they whine, “Katsuki, it’s not- you need to move.” They try canting their hips, but it’s like they’re suctioned together. Trapped.
“If you relax, I can move. You’re squeezing me too tight, baby,” he answers, rubbing Shouto’s clit still, just a little harder. Shouto’s eyes flutter, soft gasps and huff are all they can produce as a response. “That’s it, good job.”
They can feel the drag of Katsuki’s cock slipping out, and it makes them whimper, clenching back up, holding harshly on the half that’s still there, “c’mon, relax for me.” Shouto can’t fight it. The more Katsuki expertly works their clit, the more Shouto relaxes and lets him slip out. Just until it’s only the head of his cock.
Then he feeds it back in. “That’s it,” he sighs in Shouto’s ear, “isn’t that good? Don’t you like this much better, baby?” He asks and, fuck, they can’t find the words—Shouto nods. Hard, looking into Katsuki’s eyes as he takes Shouto right on their couch. Where their guests sit. They clench around Katsuki again.
“Katsuki,” they moans, clutching Katsuki’s shirt up tightly and staring him in the eyes, “I want- can you- harder. Can you…promise not to hurt me?”
“Not once would I ever hurt you, princess.” Shouto knows it’s true, but still, they search his eyes just as Katsuki reels his hips back. Just as his cock slips out and Shouto whines because that’s not what he asked for. Their pussy flutters in need, empty and hoping for more while Katsuki teases them, brushing Shouto’s clit with his cock.
It makes Shouto pout, ready to plead. Ready to say please can he fuck into their pussy because it’s waiting. And it’s not fair to keep them waiting for so long.
But he pushes back in. He takes the hint and fucks into Shouto harder, a little father. That their skin claps in sound when they meet. And Shouto doesn’t mind if, they like the sound. The sound of their unbroken rhythm is like music with Shouto’s moans as the lead vocal.
Katsuki’s cock is so thick, veiny and gorgeous. It fills Shouto’s pussy with fervor, holding onto their thighs as he gains more and more tempo.
And It’s not erratic, not sloppy. It’s calculated. With Katsuki rocking into their g-spot, thumb still cradling their clit, Shouto can’t control their jaw, dropping it while soft, needy moans are clawed out of them.
“Talk to me.” Katsuki says because he always thinks Shouto’s too quiet during sex. Little squeaks and airy breathes aren’t enough, he says. He wants to know what Shouto’s thinking, he says.
“What do I say?” They ask and Katsuki chuckles.
“How does it feel, hm? What do you feel?” He asks and Shouto gasps.
“Feels good,” they answer, busying their own hands with their nipples, “you’re so deep, near my lungs. I want you deeper.”
Karaoke groans over Shouto, “you’re gonna be the death of me,” he grunts softly quickening his thrusts, to which Shouto moans again, stretching their neck back. Katsuki’s fucking up into their g-spot, crying out as they reach out for Katsuki, nails sinking into his arm.
“Katsuki,” they cry out, no longer whining. It’s too good, Shouto’s back on that rope, the one that they walk before plunging into the pool of pleasure, “right, right there. Don’t.. don’t...”
“I’m not stopping, baby, c’mon,” he answers keeping his pace. And Shouto’s realized that the fingers on their clit is gone. And they miss it. So Shouto takes his place and rubs right underneath where Katsuki’s hand was, whining when it doesn’t feel as good, “I got you, I got it.”
Katsuki’s hand is back and Shouto lets him. Instead he pinches. He pulls and pinches at Shouto’s clit and that’s when they spill over, legs coming up to curl onto themself, but Katsuki keeps their legs down with his hands.
And he doesn’t stop. He takes Shouto through it, not in any rush to release, ignoring Shouto’s whines, “you feel so good princess. Taking my cock so well, look at that. All that’s you.” Shouto looks, stares at the little white ring around his cock that Katsuki says belong to them. That they did that.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans over Shouto and spills himself, pumping them full. It’s so much. And Shouto clenches down on it, holding onto.
But Katsuki just keeps going. His hips keep canting, keep fucking into Shouto, his cock far from flaccid. He just keeps taking. Braces his hands on Shouto’s thighs and he fucks. So deep and soft and—Shouto forgets they’re sensitive. They follow Katsuki’s rhythm and hump upward. It’s so fucking perfect.
Shouto didn’t get to come down from their release, not at all. Their clit tingles and their pussy won’t stop the spasms around his cock and it’s like Katsuki doesn’t even care. He keeps going. Stretching Shouto’s pussy and turning it red.
Their mound has begun to pinken a little, but that’s okay. Shouto’s just warm. Full and warm and always so pink all over when Katsuki’s around. Because he’s good like that. Shouto thinks he’s perfect.
But a cut off whine catches in their throat when Katsuki picks up his pace again. Still not sloppy, still so calculated, still so- “fuck, yes,” it gets Shouto to curse. To bite their lip and squeeze their eyes shut and quiver. Because they’re close again and it aches between their thighs with how much Shouto needs him, “I’m gon-“
“Go ahead,” his voice is gruff, like when Shouto wakes him in the middle of the night, “cum on my cock, baby.” And Shouto does. They gushes, all around him and as Katsuki fucks out, more comes out. And it won’t stop. And their thighs ache quivering harder and Shouto’s hips cant and cant and fuck, Shouto can’t stop. Not sure that they even want to. Still leaking as Katsuki’s cock fucks out and Shouto gushes again. It makes them want to hide in their palms in embarrassment.
But Katsuki still won’t give them a break. The tips of his fingers plap against Shouto’s clit, but he never stops fucking into them. Not even once.
Not even as Katsuki cums himself. His hips don’t falter as he paints inside Shouto inside with more of him.
It builds up in his belly, making it feel a little heavy. From the weight of his cum, the weight of his cock. The way they feels every inch and vein and drop of his release. Shouto whimpers at the thought.
Maybe this is what the people mean when they say sex releases endorphins. Or is it serotonin? Shouto doesn’t know, or care, but they do know that the heat between his thighs is still burning hot. And that even stuffed full of two rounds of their boyfriend’s release, Shouto can still see the head of his cock fucking up into the pit of their stomach.
And not a moment of rest, Shouto blushes red, “Katsuki,” they gasps, keeping the hold on his arm for stability, “will you give me a break?”
“Why the fuck would I do that when you’re right here and ready now?” He asks, devilish smirk on his face, “is this pretty little pussy tired? Is that it?” Shouto nods fast, not even thinking about it, “but I don’t want to stop. You keep my cock warm, don’t you know?”
“I- I didn’t know,” Shouto whispers, digging their nail into his arm, “do I, really?” Katsuki nods with his bright, beautiful, sharp smile. It’s do sinful, Shouto only wants it for themself. Want those sharp canines directed at Shouto and Shouto only, “will you kiss me?”
Katsuki doesn’t even answer, just leans down into his space while he keeps fucking into Shouto. It should be uncomfortable, not easy at all, but here they are. Two positions bound to make their back hurt, but Shouto won’t complain.
But Shouto makes the kiss sloppy. Their lips barely fold into Katsuki’s because of the moans being pulled out of them from the pleasure. Shouto can’t help it, not even when Katsuki plants his hand on Shouto’s lower stomach, right where his cock reaches and pushes.
It makes Shouto’s stomach hurt. Sharp tingles and fluttering through it as he just keeps fucking. Shouto can’t talk, no thoughts of what to say. They just take, because Katsuki gives.
Shouto’s walls flutter, quivering as their folds tense and suction to Katsuki’s cock. Tight and keeping him there as the arch in Shouto’s back spasms and they convulse. Squirming, jerking, cumming for Katsuki again. Squirting on him again. This time Shouto sweats, drippIng from their face down onto their shoulder. Shouto can’t stop panting as Katsuki pushes harder and fucks harder, deeper. It feels like a workout, Shouto cries.
Lip wobbling, eyes watering, they sob on Katsuki’s cock like it hurts. Even if all they do is reach down and caresses their clit, gathering the release on their fingers and circling twice; three times; staring up at Katuki with wet eyes, “baby.”
“Feels too good?” He taunts, kissing at Shouto’s mouth some more, sinking his canines into their lip. Shouto jolts at the pain, nodding in response to Katsuki’s question, “then you can take more, right?”
“N-no, Katsuki,” he whines, spreading their folds to stop the resistance for Katsuki, “hurts.”
Katsuki coos, releasing his belly and brushes a hand through Shouto’s hair softly, “yeah? It hurts?” He asks and Shouto nods, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, ”thought you didn’t want me to stop, princess?” Shouto whines. He only pulls that out because Shouto caves easily when he’s coy.
Except Katsuki’s hips stutter, and he fills Shouto with another load, a bigger one—how is he not done? Shouto whines again at the fullness.
This load particularly swells their belly to the point Shouto can see it filling out. Their lower stomach protrudes from the release and Shouto gasps. “Katsuki, look,” they whisper, raking their hand up their belly to the part where it’s round, stretched skin, “‘m all full.”
“Oh, princess,” he answers, reeling his head back and rubbing his hand over it, “you’re not full enough. I want it to take.” And Katsuki fucks down again.
This time Shouto can’t help but to quiver. As Katsuki makes them take every single inch, restretching their pussy making them take every single inch. Shouto can feel the gloopy run of their orgasms down their butt. It feels so lewd. It’s going to seep into their couch and stain.
But the thought goes as fast as it comes. Because their g-spot is slammed into. It hurts so good, Shouto cries again. More tears for Katsuki to wipe away.
The only thing is he doesn’t.
He spends his time fighting to keep Shouto’s legs open but they keep trying to close, trying to run. It’s too much, not enough, Shouto doesn’t know. Not really. It’s something, is all they know. And it makes Shouto wail, clenching their thighs to stop the shaking but wanting to close their legs because Shouto’s pussy is so sore and full of cum and it aches.
The only thing thats straightens Shouto out is the hand that claps down on their thigh. Big, clammy, and rough, down and sinking into the skin, “stop trying to run from me, princess, I’m not stopping. Get over it.”
Should tries, really they do. But fire is licking up every inch of them. It burns so good—the muscles in their thighs, their back, between their thighs. But they just suck back the tears, even as they stream down Shouto’s face.
Katsuki floods their senses again, moaning Shouto’s name so soft and sultry. Like he wants Shouto to look at him, to see what they do to him. Shouto just keeps their eyes between the two of them, staring at the mound that was once a soft pink, now beaten red and puffy.
So swollen, full of Katsuki, Shouto’s entranced. They can’t look away from where it hurts. from where it hurts good. Shouto loves Katsuki.
“Katsuki,” Shouto whispers, “I think I love you.” Katsuki just laughs, like Shouto’s a joke. It makes them sad. Just a little.
Because then Katsuki draws his hips back and fucks in harder, “you think you love me, huh?” Shouto nods at him with a smile, “then I haven’t fucked you good enough.”
Shouto isn’t sure when the orgasm wash over them. It just does, making their brain feels like mush, fuzzy and soft. Even as some of Katsuki’s spend drips out around his cock as he draws out completely. That’s what brings Shouto back, just a little.
It makes Shouto whimper as the air cools them down. Katsuki just squats, circling Shouto’s pussy with a finger, “you’re leaking,” he say, brushing up their asshole to catch what’s leaking down between, and shoves his fingers back in, “don’t waste my gift to you, will you?”
He keeps teasing. Too much, Shouto puffs out from their nose. “Meanie,” they cry, sniffling away tears. Because Katsuki’s not being fair.
Not at all.
“I’m mean?” Yes, they think, eyes shifting up to look at him, Katsuki’s very mean. “Would someone mean do this for you?”
Katsuki stands to his feet, and feeds his cock back inside slowly. Except he doesn’t give Shouto time to adjust before he pounds in deep again. So deep everything in Shouto halts and fuzzes up.
Shouto’s pretty huffs and hums turn into groans and grunts. With their eyes rolled up and jaw loose, they aren’t even here. Everything just feels so good, Shouto can’t think. At all.
A heavy hand brings Shouto back. Slapping against the backside of their thigh, “here I am cummimg again, and you’re in another world.” Katsuki really is a tease, even as he wipes Shouto’s tears, “pay attention to me.”
Shouto cant, but still they try. They follow the lines of his cock as he pours into Shouto again. Watching how his cock pumps, convulsing while he cums, and he just keeps going.
Still, Shouto can’t close their legs. Because Katsuki still won’t let them. He just finds a new way to hold them open since Shouto keeps trying to push him again.
And ignoring their wriggling, Katsuki refolds them, pulling his arms forward between their thighs and makes Shouto hold open their folds.
It’s so…dirty, obscene. And Shouto just has to take it. Because they can’t move —don’t want to, because it’ll feel gone too soon—they just watch. Head full of static too close yet so far from their orgasm it’s like a tug of war battle.
Shouto’s not even sure they can cum anymore. The inside of them tired and sore and sloppy. And the inside of Shouto’s thighs painted a creamy white. But Katsuki won’t stop.
And Shouto’s got their hands pressed hard into his pelvis, moving them from where Katsuki placed them. Because even now, full of cum as a lube for glide, Katsuki’s too deep.
But Katsuki doesn’t slow. In fact, he puts in more effort, the rhythm of their sex loud and messy and so not soft.
He’s came twice more, more of his spend oozing out between them both and onto the couch. His cock is frothed with Shouto’s release. A pretty white ring at the base of his cock all from Shouto.
“H-..how long are you going to keep doing this to me?” They ask through pants as Katsuki keeps giving into Shouto. Katsuki fucks out, and it sounds so wet and gloopy and- Shouto shudders.
It sounds as pornographic as it looks. The way it just stirs, and gets that fire rolling in Shouto’s belly once again. Because fuck, Katsuki’s not letting up. Shouto can’t even hold his spend anymore. It just drips, into the couch, on the floor, on Katsuki.
“How many more times do you think I need to until it takes?” Katsuki asks and Shouto groans—huffs with a pout, but they know it’s a groan—still pushing at Katsuki’s pelvis.
“I think it took,” Shouto says with a whine, “my tummy is so full.”
“Yeah? Let me see.” Shouto’s legs come down from around their arms, spreading out again and, yes. Stomach bloated, pumped full and heavy with cum. It’s round and heavy at the bottom—Shouto twitches. Exactly where they didn’t want to. “You like that?”
They can help but nod. Because, “yes,” they do. Being so…so claimed. So loved. So a word Shouto can’t even think of.
So yes, Shouto’s pussy gives Katsuki a little squeeze. A squeeze so tight that even he twitches, keeling over onto Shouto with a hiss as his hips twitches. “Princess, don’t squeeze so tight.”
Shouto wants to say it can’t be helped. That is not their fault that Katsuki can’t handle it. But it’s not hard to analyze the situation their in…Katsuki’s got the upper hand. With his hands caressing the round bulge that is nothing but fucking cum. This is disgusting, Shouto thinks, I want to be licked clean, they think again.
Slowly, he drives back in. Making Shouto’s head loll towards their chest. And they finally get a good look at the bites Katsuki left, red and purple at the indents of his teeth, skin in between irritated and it’s beautiful.
Katsuki’s tender this time, careful. Like he loves Shouto and cares. Treats them like a realprincess. One of the ones that gets swiped off their feet and kissed under every awning; Shouto almost waists for him to lean in.
“Say you love me,” he demands, slow strokes that draw big, labored moans from Shouto, “tell me that this is the best dick you’ve had in your life. That you’re reminded why you love me.”
“I love you,” they answer mindlessly, eyebrows furrowed, eyes slipping shut, “so much! I love you, I love you,” he doesn’t stop. Just lets Katsuki fuck them through the feeling of tired and sure and filled.
And then he comes again, deeper, and it oozes, and Shouto’s sad.
Sad when Katsuki finally takes his cock out—and fuck. Translucent white, creamy, with a long string of them both tethering him to Shouto. And Shouto doesn’t see it, but they hear it. The sputtering. Of the cum squeezing out and down between their ass cheeks.
Makes them feel heartbroken. Even as Katsuki pulls them from where they’ve melted into the couch. He picks Shouto up, not waiting for the use of their legs to come back, humming as they explain everything feels like static.
And Shouto sees it.
The ruined couch.
With a ginormous wait stain on the seat that drips off the edge. And the rest that’s ran down the side and pooled on the floor.
And Shouto feels empty at the thought of all that was wasted—is wasting, because it’s sticking to their thighs, “one more in the shower, please? We wasted some.”
Katsuki laughs loud, looking down at the bloated stomach that Shouto sports and caresses it, “you’re plenty full.”
That doesn’t mean that Shouto doesn’t plead for another in the bath. Or whine and beg to just…be full for a little bit longer. Please? Thirty minutes? It takes them almost two hours before they finally get a real bath. One where the cum is forced out of Shouto by Katsuki pushing down on the weighted area and Shouto spills, water going murky.
And then with his back pressed into his chest as they cuddle in the fresh hot water that not murky and white, Shouto can’t help but hope it took.