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Katsuki stares at the pamphlet in his hand, reading the contents written on it for the eleventh time since Deku handed it to him.
“Is this a joke?” he asks, going over it once more like he doesn’t believe what he’s reading.
“Does it look like one?” Deku retorts before sipping on his coffee casually as if he didn’t just give Katsuki a flier for a free session of massage.
And not just any kind of massage.
A prostate massage.
He really hopes it’s a fucking joke.
“Kacchan, it’s not a joke!”
Oh, he thought that aloud.
Anyways, back to the matter at hand.
“You just gave me a flier which allows a free session with a fucking prostate masseur!”, in the middle of a very busy cafè by the way. He’s surprised no one has snooped in and read the shit written on the pamphlet with the way the cafè is bustling with people.
“Yes, I believe I did.” Deku snorts, taking a sip from his cup again.
“Fucking—” Katsuki takes a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Why would you even think of giving me this?” he says, holding the stupid piece of paper in front of his face like the damn thing is a curse to humanity.
“Because you, my friend, haven’t gotten laid in ages.”
“That’s not fucking true. Keep your damn nose outta my business, shitty Deku!”
It’s true. He hasn’t gotten any action in a long time. His right hand is his only true companion.
The green-haired boy gives him a bored look before speaking. “Kacchan, don’t you think you’ve been extra irritable and snappy lately? It’s the sexual frustration that’s pent up inside you. You need to let it out.”
“And you think it’s a good idea to let out my pent-up frustration by going to a shady fucking place and having a shady fucking person shove their fingers up my ass?” Katsuki huffs. He feels a headache coming.
Deku is his best friend. They were childhood buddies after all and their friendship is still going strong to this day. As much as he hates to admit it, he does love the freckled nerd. Deku’s a nice guy, kind-hearted and always ready to help Katsuki out with his problems. But this—this is all kinds of fucked up.
Katsuki isn’t stupid, he knows that the little bastard is definitely upto something, with the way his green eyes twinkle mischievously, voice way too smug for his liking. He doesn’t point it out though. He already has enough bullshit to deal with. Deku’s antics are far from his concern as there are more pressing matters to attend to. One of which involves his best friend handing him a flier for a free prostate massage like it’s no big deal.
“First of all, he’s not a shady person. He’s a good friend of mine. Also, he does this in his own apartment so it’s not a shady place either.”
“Okay fine, he’s a friend of yours. So what? Why the fuck do you think this is a good idea?” he exclaims, his eyes growing wider.
“The session was for me okay? He started this thing because he needs money and college is expensive. It was a present, a free sample that he gave me just to test it out. But that was before I got myself a boyfriend...” he smirks, eyebrows wiggling suggestively. “Let’s just say, I won’t be needing that anymore when Kirishima’s fingers are perfect fo—”
“God, please shut the fuck up. I don’t need to hear the details of your sex life,”
“Atleast I have one,” the green-haired boy mumbles, darting his eyes away when Katsuki throws a dirty glare at him.
But wait, what the fuck? The free session was for Deku?
“Hol’ the fuck up, you would let this ‘good’ friend of yours finger your ass?” Katsuki blinks.
Deku shrugs nonchalantly and sips on his coffee. “He has magic hands Kacchan! He gives such nice massages! I was partly the reason why he considered doing this thing, y’know,”
“You are absolutely ridiculous. And this thing you gave me is ridiculous too.” he exclaims, slamming the paper down on the table none too gently and instead bringing his cup to his lips, taking a sip of his own coffee which has gone cold because of neglect. Katsuki lets out a slow breath after a few tense minutes. He should’ve stayed home today. This shit is giving him a fucking migraine.
“Kacchan, don’t worry so much! Trust me a little, will you? I’m just looking out for you, like a good friend does.”
“You’re a horrible friend.”
Deku giggles, putting his cup down. “It’s not like I’m forcing you. I just gave you an easy option. You can go for it or you can just dispose the flier. Your choice.”
Katsuki considers throwing it away in the nearest trashcan, but before he can act he sees the waitress coming in their direction and he swiftly pockets the paper to hide it, face heating up. Deku grins, looking all too smug and pleased with himself. Katsuki feels like punching his freckled face.
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Katsuki cannot believe he’s doing this. The pamphlet in his hand flutters due to the wind when he brings it up to read the address again. “Fuck Deku and his stupid fucking ideas.” he grumbles, walking into the considerably nice apartment building. This really doesn’t look like a venue where a psychopath would reside. It looks like a normal apartment where mostly students stay, so Katsuki figures that he’s not walking into a trap. Besides, his best friend wouldn’t dream of pawning Katsuki off to a murderer.
Right?
Fuck, this is turning out to be a nightmare. It’s the worst fucking decision he’s ever made. And Katsuki has made a lot of bad decisions.
This? This tops it all.
He blames himself for thinking with his dick. He’s just so horny that jerking off doesn’t cut it anymore. It’s been a stressful week and Katsuki thinks he deserves this for pulling himself through all those shitty days.
Even if it means letting a stranger fill and stretch out this ass with their fingers.
The gravity of the situation and what he’s about to do doesn’t hit him until he’s in the elevator to go to the sixth floor. Getting naked in front of a complete stranger and have the stranger put his fingers up his ass sounds incredibly fucked up in itself.
Although, Katsuki can’t help but want it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows the decision had been made the day Deku handed the flier to him. If the stranger is going to make him feel good then he might as well take the opportunity for all it’s worth.
With that thought in mind, he steps out of the elevator and walks towards the apartment with one hand in his pocket. He feels anxious and nervous. The session was at 1.15 p.m. and it’s currently 1 p.m. He thinks of turning back and bailing, but by then he’s already in front of the door which reads ‘Todoroki Shouto’ on the nameplate beside the doorbell.
Fuck, is he really doing this?
Guess he is.
He rings the doorbell and waits.
Well, there’s no going back now. He’s done it.
There’s the muffled sound of footsteps and then the door opens.
Oh.
Oh shit.
He is a beautiful man.
That’s the first thought that comes in his head. Gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, with his dual coloured hair and strong facial features that somehow also appeared delicate. He has a scar on his left side, but that just makes his whole face look a more attractive. Cute little button nose and lips pink and plush, front teeth peeking out slightly where his mouth is a little open. Mismatched eyes, one grey and one blue, are staring at him with such intensity that it makes him weak in the knees. Todoroki blinks and clears his throat. Only then does Katsuki snap out of his thirsty gaze.
Was he caught shamelessly ogling the guy? God, he hopes not. The last thing he wants right now is for Todoroki to find him creepy.
“You must be Bakugou Katsuki! I’m Todoroki Shouto. It’s nice to meet you.” he says, bowing as a greeting. His voice is so smooth and deep that it makes his nerves tingle pleasantly.
Katsuki wants to reply but he doesn’t know how to without spilling some embarrassing shit like how Todoroki is the most beautiful man to have ever walked this earth, or how his voice is making Katsuki’s stomach flutter. But what comes out of his mouth is neither of those. The words are out before he can make a move to stop them.
“You look like a fucking candy-cane.”
Katsuki’s heart drops as soon as those words are out. What the fuck? This isn’t the time for his brain to mouth filter to stop co-operating! Way to make a good first impression, Katsuki. He wants to bury himself six feet underground.
There’s silence in the air and it’s all too stifling.
Todoroki’s heterochromatic eyes widen and his mouth parts in disbelief for a split second. Katsuki panicks internally. God he just insulted the guy by telling him that he looks like a Christmas decoration, what the actual fuck is wrong with him? He quickly runs his mind over apologies, but nothing seems to come out of his stupid mouth.
While Katsuki normally doesn’t give a shit about offending people he just met by giving them names based on how they look, this time he really does feel...guilty. He doesn’t want to drive Todoroki away with his rude behaviour.
He wants the ground to swallow him up an—
His brain short circuits.
The cause? Todoroki’s melodious laugh that rings through the air. It reaches Katsuki ears and when the sound processes in his mind, his heart skips a beat before it starts thundering in his chest again.
“That’s the first time someone has called me that. Izuku was right, you do give people some interesting names.”
His face burns in embarrassment. Damn that shitty Deku! Why’d he have to go and tell Todoroki that? Katsuki has the habit of assigning nicknames to people he meets and he knows it’s a bad habit that he’s cultivated since childhood but he can’t help it. Old habits die hard.
“Don’t look so panicked! It didn’t offend me if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Katsuki let’s out a breath. That’s... that’s very relieving to hear. “Thank fuck,” he mutters.
Todoroki gives him a dazzling smile, teeth straight and white. It’s such a pretty smile. “Well, come on in!”
Katsuki nods and enters the house. He takes off his shoes on the genkan and follows Todoroki inside. It’s a fairly simple place, the interiors standard to what a normal Japanese apartment looks like.
“I’m hoping you did everything that I specified in the e-mail?”
“Uh yeah, I did everything you mentioned.” his cheeks bloom red again. There was a fairly detailed cleaning up process that was required to be done. His asshole is nice and clean, ready for Shouto’s perfect fingers to fill it—
“Great. You can go in that room and undress. Relax okay? Make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring some tea for you.”
Katsuki shuts down the impure thoughts flooding his mind and nods, walking towards the room Todoroki pointed at.
Why didn’t Deku tell him he’s friends with such a sexy man. Todoroki is totally his type, tall and built in all the right places, a gorgeous face to match that hot fucking body that Katsuki very much wants under him, or on top, doesn’t matter.
Did Katsuki say this was the worst decision he’s ever made in his life? He takes it all back. He’s thankful he didn’t throw that damn flier in the trash. Coming here was a blessing because he got to see the angelic face of Todoroki Shouto. He regrets nothing.
Katsuki tries to make himself comfortable.
He fails.
He’s lying face-down on the surprisingly comfortable massage bed, buck naked and in a position which leaves him wholly exposed and he’s not comfortable at all. He squirms when Todoroki comes in, itching to cover up his body instinctively. Katsuki doesn’t look at him, instead choosing to face the rack attached on the wall that has an assortment of oils and lube and, yeah, those are definitely anal toys.
(If he was looking at Todoroki, he would’ve seen him bite his lips and the carnal desire in his mismatched eyes as he slid his gaze up the blonde’s body.)
“Here, sip on this while I take out the things that are needed. It’s just tea, it’ll help you relax.” Todoroki places the cup of steaming tea on a table, conveniently placed at the head of the bed in front of him so that Katsuki doesn’t have to get up from his position to drink it. The straw makes it easier to sip on the tea, and Katsuki hums at the taste. It’s actually relaxing, the warm concoction making his muscles loosen up as it settles nicely in his belly.
“Would you like to try out the toys? Or are my fingers enough?” Todoroki asks coolly, as if he’s talking about the weather instead of asking Katsuki to choose between his fingers and the anal toys. He tries not to choke on the tea and clears his throat.
“Uh, f-fingers are fine.” he replies quickly, sipping on the tea again.
“If you’re thinking about the toys being unhygienic, don’t worry. I have them properly washed and sanitised after every use.”
So, Todoroki also uses toys on his clients. The idea of him pushing a silicone dick or beads inside Katsuki’s stretched hole while murmuring encouragements against his ear makes a hot spike of arousal shoot up his spine. It’s tempting, but Katsuki isn’t ready for that sort of play yet so he shakes his head.
“Alright.” Todoroki says gently, picking out a vial of oil and lube from the shelf.
“Okay Katsuki. We’re going to start with a simple massage and we’ll slowly ease you into it. Does that work for you?”
Katsuki nods. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
He watches Todoroki open the vial and pour the oil on his palm from over his shoulder before setting it back on a table beside him. He spreads the oil and his long, nimble fingers look delicious glistening like that. Katsuki wants to suck and bite on them. Todoroki does have some really nice fingers.
The first press of slick palms against his shoulders let’s him breath out a soft sigh. It’s so good already, fuck, Katsuki feels like he’s melting. Todoroki’s hands gently knead the muscles of his shoulder blades and neck, coaxing out small sighs of pleasure from the blonde.
“So, Katsuki, Izuku told me a lot about you. You’re majoring in textile science aren’t you?”
Katsuki nods, letting his eyes shut when Todoroki’s hands slide up his back and between his shoulder blades, thumbs digging into a spot which makes him release a quiet sound of pleasure.
They make small talk, Katsuki telling Todoroki about his major and asking him questions in return. Todoroki answers him happily, still working his muscles in a slow massage. He comes to know that Todoroki is a business major and the same age as him but he goes to a different college. He met Deku at a party through one of their mutual friends.
Katsuki lets out a slow breath again when Todoroki kneads at his shoulder blades with just the right amount of pressure.
“Feels good?”
“Y-yeah. So good,”
Todoroki chuckles, applying just the right amount of pressure at a particular spot which felt stiff. Katsuki starts humming and letting out quiet, involuntary noises every time Todoroki digs into a sore spot on his back and shoulders. He’s definitely quite good with his hands and what he’s currently doing. Katsuki sighs, sagging on the bed and closing his eyes as he enjoys Todoroki’s hands working his body.
“So, what made you opt for a prostate massage? You don’t look like the type who goes for things like this,”
Katsuki bites the straw to stop himself from letting out a pleased sound when Todoroki works at a knot in his muscles. His fingers are slender but strong, friction slick and pleasurable because of the oil as it glides along his skin.
“Well,” he starts to say, “To be honest, I’m just really fucking horny...”
Todoroki laughs, kneading at his flesh. It makes Katsuki smile too.
“Understandable. You’re stiff in so many places. What’s gotten you so tense, hmm?”
And it’s the way Todoroki’s deep voice goes soft at the end when he asks Katsuki why he’s so tensed which makes his dick twitch. Katsuki tries not to squirm at the arousal pooling steadily in his groin.
“Rough week.”
“Mhmm. Being a student is hard, isn’t it?” his voice is making Katsuki shiver. He gasps when Todoroki’s blunt fingernails rake down his sides, gently scratching at the skin. Katsuki forgets to reply, brain focused on the way Todoroki’s fingers massage his tailbone, right over the curve of his ass. He whimpers out a small sound when Todoroki squeezes the flesh of his ass.
His hips jump when Todoroki carefully slides a single slick digit between his crack. “Sshh, it’s alright now. We’re going to start the actual thing now okay? Relax for me, Katsuki.”
Katsuki tries, taking a deep breath and calming his nerves. He hears the click of the lube bottle before he feels Todoroki’s fingers gently touch his hole, spreading the lube on the ring of muscles and warming it up. Even though the movement is anticipated, Katsuki’s hips still jerk at the first press of a finger on his rim, firmly circling the pad of it against the tight opening.
“You’re alright? If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say so and I’ll stop okay?” Katsuki nods, embarrassed at the way his dick is starting to fill up.
“O-okay.”
Todoroki hums out an affirmation and slowly slides a finger halfway in, the pad of it scraping against his walls. Katsuki gasps again, hips twitching and jerking at the sudden intrusion. Todoroki takes it out almost immediately, choosing instead to circle his rim in teasing little strokes. Katsuki damn near lets out a whine at that.
He wants Todoroki’s fingers in him badly now. His dick is almost fully hard, pangs of arousal shooting up his spine when Todoroki gently applies pressure to his rim, thumb coming to rest on his perineum. He continues like that, tip of his finger slipping past the ring barely before he’s pulling out and instead running it teasingly along the outside of his pucker.
His other hand is holding Katsuki’s hip, thumb digging into the skin. He thrusts his finger back in, a little deeper, and Katsuki moans quietly.
“There we go. Nice and easy hm?”
But it’s not nearly enough. The stimulation has his cock erect but Katsuki wants, craves more. More friction, more fingers, more of Todoroki.
“T-Todoroki...”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“More, m-more, nngghh—”
“Already more? We’ve barely even started Katsuki,” Todoroki says, his voice lilting to a more teasing tone. Katsuki shakes his head and wiggles his hips slightly. Todoroki chuckles, sliding his finger in all the way, making Katsuki’s breath hitch loudly.
He starts thrusting it in and out, excruciatingly slow at first but picking up pace gradually. “Hah, ohhh yessss, hnnnngh—” Katsuki moans, pleasure and heat pooling low in his belly. The pressure and the caress of Todoroki’s finger against his wall is good, making the nerves inside him light. He’s so highly strung that even the smallest amount of stimulation steals his breath away right from the centre of his chest.
His hips rut down on instinct, cock rubbing against the sheet that’s spread out on top of the bed. The quick burst of pleasure makes his whole body shudder.
“Good?” Todoroki asks, long finger sliding into him and pressing against his walls.
Katsuki just nods, not trusting his own voice. He’s afraid he might start begging for Todoroki to just stuff as many fingers as he likes in Katsuki’s hole and make a mess out of him. It’s just started and he already feels dizzy with pleasure.
The finger suddenly stops, still nestled deep within him. This time Katsuki does let out a small whine at the loss of stimulation.
“Use your words Katsuki. Does this feel good?” he wiggles his finger in a back and forth motion and Katsuki keens.
“Feels good, it feels so f-fucking good Todoroki,” he moans, hips pushing back unconsciously.
Todoroki rewards him by resuming the pace he’d set earlier. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Katsuki can hear the smile in his voice and he mewls.
“Do you want another finger, hmm?”
Katsuki starts to nod before Todoroki even finishes the sentence, his fingers clutching the white sheet beneath. “Y-yes, fuck yes, give it to me,” his dick is so hard, trapped between his own abdomen and the bed, leaking precum and making everything wet and so messy.
“So fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?” Todoroki’s chuckles and taunts, making shame and embarrassment flash hot in his chest.
He jerks and gasps loudly when Todoroki pulls the first finger out and comes back with a second, thrusting both into his hole. The stretch is so good, smooth and slick as both the slender digits slide into him deep immediately. His hips rock down again, the flimsy fabric of the sheet barely providing the friction he needs right now.
“Spread your legs a little more for me,” Todoroki murmurs, grasping one asscheek and pushing it aside. Katsuki moans, widening his stance and spreading his legs automatically.
“Good boy.”
Oh.
Fuck.
That sounds so hot coming from Todoroki’s mouth. Katsuki preens at the praise. He drags his hard dick along the sheet again and again. It feels good, waves of pleasure running up his body as Todoroki builds up a nice rhythm with his fingers, pressing deep inside his wet hole and pulling out, repeating the motions over and over.
“You like that? You like being praised, little pup?”
Katsuki loses his mind. He keens high, hips humping down shamelessly. He’s torn between rubbing himself on the bed and rocking back into Todoroki’s fingers.
“Is this okay?” Todoroki asks. Katsuki doesn’t know if he’s asking whether the fingering is okay or the way he’s talking and addressing him is okay. Katsuki loves both so he nods viciously.
“‘s fuckin’ amazing, feels, ah, mmmnnghh—”
His voice cuts off in a moan when Todoroki finds his prostate. But the little shit doesn’t press on it, barely brushing past it before removing his fingers and sliding it in his asshole again, repeating the process. Katsuki feels himself melting into the bed, rocking his body back and growling in frustration when Todoroki grazes his sweet spot just so, before the touch is gone entirely. It’s making Katsuki’s eyes well up with tears, the sheer dissatisfaction of having something so good so close, yet so fucking far.
He wants to plead Todoroki to go further, to do it deeper, he wants, he wants it so bad.
“O-oh, fuuuuuck,” Todoroki curls his fingers in and Katsuki just about forgets his pride and starts letting out little, quiet whines. “P-please, Todoroki please, fuck, more—”
“Shouto. Call me Shouto.”
Katsuki gasps. “S-Shouto, Shouto, Shouto!”
He feels his hole empty out for a second and then a third finger prods at his rim along with the other two. “You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Todo—Shouto drawls out, voice so incredibly husky and so close that Katsuki feels his breath hot on the back of his neck. “Just like that, pup,” he stuffs three fingers in and Katsuki wails at the stretch.
It burns but it burns so fucking good. He ruts down on the bed like some horny teenager, the thought of being ashamed for letting a stranger stretch his hole and bring him pleasure no longer occupying his mind. Shouto is wicked with his fingers, pressing in deep inside when he thrusts inside and bumping against his walls as he pulls them out.
A nice, thick fog lays itself in his brain, nerves fizzing out as he slips only partially into a warm space, full of pleasure and Shouto. His brain has turned into mush, eyes crossing at how full he feels, hole stretching and loosening to accommodate the fingers. He clenches down involuntarily, wanting those fingers to stay inside him, filling him up till he’s bursting at the seams.
Katsuki pants breathlessly against the pillow, drooling on it as he tries to jerk his ass and hips back, trying his hardest to get Shouto to stuff him deeper. “More, more, puh-please, more—”
“You want me to touch your cock, Katsuki?”
Katsuki chokes on the drool pooling in this mouth. His dick weeps and twitches violently at the idea of Shouto’s fingers wrapping around it and jerking him off. “Yes, y-yes, mmmm yes,”
“Alright, since you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll give you your reward. Raise your hips up for me, baby.”
The words register very slowly in his mind, the thick fog clouding his mind more and the repeated squelch of Shouto’s fingers thrusting fast into his sopping hole ringing loudly in his ears.
Schlick, schlick, squelch.
He’s been a good boy. He’s going to get his reward.
Katsuki’s mind shuts down. He can only feel, Shouto’s fingers moving inside him, Shouto’s breath hot on his neck, Shouto praising him with that deep voice of his.
His dick is leaking, precum steadily dripping down the length and smearing over his abs and the sheet as he rubs himself frantically over it.
Shouto grabs his hip with the free hand and stops his movements, making him whine in disappointment. “Sshh, calm now. You’ll get to cum okay? There, up, up, c’mon,” and Katsuki slowly raises himself on shaky legs, knees planted on the bed. His cheeks burn hot at the exposed position he’s in, hips raised in the air as he rests his weight on his forearms, head hanging limply between. Cold air ghosts against his wet hole and it makes him shiver and whimper quietly.
“Good boy.”
Fuck, the praise is really getting to his head.
Shouto’s hand is slick with the oil he used for the massage and he wraps his fingers around Katsuki’s throbbing length at the same time his fingers thrust in and jam into his prostate, staying there, grinding the pads of them into that bundle of nerves nestled deep within him.
Katsuki fucking sobs, back bowing as he struggles to keep himself from falling back down on the bed.
“Ohh, oohhh, mmmmnngh, right there, uuhhnn!”
Fat tears start rolling down his cheeks and he bites his bottom lip, muffling a loud moan at the shockwaves of pleasure that assault his body. His prostate is finally being stimulated, Todoroki’s fingers pressing on the bump of the gland hard, while his hand plays with his weeping dick.
Deku was right. Shouto does have magic fingers. Really nice, long and slender digits that thrust into him hard and fast, wrap around his dripping length and tug at his hard cock so good. Katsuki lets his lip go and moans, loud and long, head hanging and arms shaking from the effort of keeping himself up. His skin has heated up, body flushed all the way from his cheeks to his neck and chest.
“Fuck, you’re loud. Should’ve known you’d be a whiny little pup,”
Katsuki bites his bottom lip again, hard, barely tearing the thin skin and nibbling on it, suddenly too damn embarrassed to be making so much of noises. The next sound is muffled between his teeth and Shouto tuts disapprovingly at him.
“Hey, none of that. Let me hear you,”
“‘s too e-embarrassing, I c-can’t,”
“Katsuki, baby, let me hear you, please?” Shouto’s fingers twist inside him, prodding and scraping at his soft inner walls, “You sound so pretty. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Katsuki squirms, letting his lip go, whining and whimpering loudly when Shouto rubs his palm on the head of his dick in circular motions. “Doing so good for me. This gorgeous hole of yours was meant to be stuffed full, am I right?” Shouto teases, curling all three fingers into his prostate. “Look at how it’s sucking my fingers in,” his voice is genuinely full of admiration and Katsuki mewls, clenching around the digits involuntarily.
“Harder, fuck please, ohhh, hahhh—”
Shouto tugs at his cock, precum and oil making the friction smooth and delicious as his fingers nudge and massage Katsuki’s prostate over and over. Stars burst behind his eyelids when he screws them shut, unable to decide whether to ride back into Shouto’s fingers or thrust forward into the circle of his palm.
His lower body feels like it’s on fire.
“Shit, look at you. You look so damn pretty, hanging off my fingers like this. You’re a fucking sight, Katsuki,”
Katsuki’s breath hitches in his throat, dick twitching and leaking more. The pleasure keeps building and building, coiling tight in his belly as he whines and keens and sobs for Shouto’s fingers to ruin him completely.
Shouto removes his fingers suddenly and Katsuki lets out a loud whimper. He feels so empty. God, he feels so fucking empty.
“N-no! Nooo, c-come back, please—”
“Sshh baby, I’m right here. Just getting more lube,”
That settles Katsuki down a bit. He heaves like he’s run a marathon as he catches his breath. He hears the click of the lube bottle the second time that day, and this time around, he’s ready. He wants it, he craves it.
Shouto returns, one hand on his dick, pumping him lazily while he thrusts three fingers in without resistance. Katsuki’s hole is yielding, soft and stretched out and it squeezes around Shouto’s fingers. But then, the dual-haired man lines up his pinky along with the rest of the digits and presses in.
Katsuki wails, arms finally giving out as he slumps to the bed, strength leaving his body. Ass in the air, chest firmly planted on the bed, cheek turned to one side and squashed against the pillow. He gasps brokenly when those four fingers reach in, deep, so incredibly deep, the longest ones finding his prostate immediately. Katsuki’s hole clenches down, not wanting to let go of Shouto’s fingers. He wants this feeling of being stuffed full to last forever.
Is that his imagination or is Shouto’s breathing a little laboured?
“Oh my god, fuu-uuuckkk...” Katsuki whines in a high voice, eyes rolling to the back of his skull when Shouto’s blunt thumbnail digs into the wet slit of his cock.
“Yeah?” Shouto murmurs, twisting and scissoring his fingers while his thumb repeatedly strokes and circles the head of his dick. His voice definitely sounds strained, like he’s aroused beyond belief himself.
“Yes, yes, yeah, mmmmff,”
“You’re gonna ride my fingers, yeah baby? Gonna cum for me? That what you want? For me to make you cum on my fingers?”
Katsuki hiccups. “Puh-please, make me cum, r-right there, oohhhh, d-do it more, Shouto—”
His voice cracks and he sobs brokenly, fisting the sheet till his knuckles go white. Shouto fingers him hard and fast while his other hands works at Katsuki’s dick, bringing him to the brink in minutes. “Fuck, you’re clenching so hard.” Shouto whispers, “God, I bet you’ll feel so good around my cock. All tight and hot,”
Katsuki starts sobbing openly. His hips jerk and push back as if he wants Shouto to put his dick inside his hole and pump him full of cum. “You like that pup? I’ll fuck you so good. Make you cry and beg for me,”
Katsuki shudders violently, toes curling and mouth open, constantly letting out sounds of pleasure as his hole is fucked ruthlessly by Shouto’s fingers. “I’ll fuck you every night. Till this pretty hole here knows the shape of my cock.”
Oh god, oh shit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“W-want it, want your cock, fuck me, nngghhah—”
He’s babbling now, words slurring together as pleasure clouds his mind. His mouth is loose and broken words flow freely from it. He’s speaking absolute nonsense and he doesn’t know if Shouto understands him or not.
His dick twitches in Shouto’s hand repeatedly, hole fluttering around the fingers keeping him nice and stretched out. “Gonna cum, baby?” Shouto growls out, prods and grinds the pads of his fingers hard against his prostate. He rolls his hips forward, thrusting his wet cock into Shouto’s hand.
“C-cumming, I’m gonna cum, it hurts, p-please, let me cum,” Katsuki pleads with a broken voice, sweaty forehead plastered against the massage bed as he ruts into Shouto’s palm.
“Let it go, pup. Cum for me.”
That does it. His stomach curls painfully and his hole clenches down on Shouto’s fingers tightly, cock spilling in his fist as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out, letting Katsuki ride his orgasm out. He cums hard with a long drawn-out moan, eyes squeezing shut and hole spasming.
“S-Sho—ahhhhh, mmmnngghhh!”
It’s the most intense orgasm he’s had in a long time.
He whimpers stupidly, body jerking and eyes wet from tears. He thinks he just blacked out for a few seconds there. He can vaguely make out that Shouto’s fingers are still filling his hole and his hand is around Katsuki’s dick. He whines in overstimulation when Shouto tugs at it, milking his orgasm out. “H-hurts,”
“Sshh, it’s okay, I know, relax,” Shouto lets go of his dick and carefully removes his fingers out with a lewd squelch. Katsuki is ashamed at how his stretched out hole clenches on air. He slumps down on the bed, curling into himself.
He feels satisfied. Sated . Good.
Moving around with a hard dick trapped in his pants is difficult but Shouto somehow manages. Right now, he has to prioritise Katsuki rather than his own selfish needs, like manhandling the pretty blonde on his hands and knees again, taking his cock out and shoving it inside that stretched-out and wet hole. Or pushing Katsuki down to his knees and using that whiny mouth to make him gag on his cock.
Fuck.
Katsuki is way too beautiful. The first time he saw the blonde in one of Deku’s photos, he couldn’t help but stare at his face. He was making a grumpy face in the photo, face scrunched up in a scowl like he was being forced to take the picture. But the next photo showed him without the scowl, face features soft and a ghost of a smile on his lips. Shouto hardly believed in love at first sight but at that moment, he thinks he fell just a little bit in love with the blonde whom he knew nothing about.
Shouto returns to the room with a cloth and smiles at the curled up figure on the massage bed. He walks beside the bed and immediately gets to work, running the warm washcloth on Katsuki’s thighs and between his asscheeks, cleaning the lube before reaching forward and wiping his stomach and chest too.
Katsuki has his eyes closed so Shouto seizes the chance to gently remove his sweaty bangs from his forehead. Katsuki purrs, pushing his head more towards his hand. Gently, he fingers the locks of blonde hair, getting the knots out and scratching at his scalp.
Katsuki’s eyes flutter open and he let’s out a small sound. There are dried tear tracks on his cheeks and Shouto’s traitorous dick gives a twitch at the ruined, but satisfied look on his pretty face.
“Mmm, thanks.” his voice still sounds a little gruff and broken. That also goes straight to Shouto’s dick.
“How do you feel?” he asks, wanting to run his fingers through Katsuki’s hair for a little more time, but not wanting to scare him away. So he leaves his hair and instead gets up to put the lube and oil away.
“Reallyyy good,” Katsuki says, rolling over to the side and straightening himself up.
Shouto hums. “I’m glad. Was the session to your liking?”
“Fuck yes. You do have magic hands.” Katsuki doesn’t hesitate to answer.
“So I’ve been told.” Shouto chuckles. He picks up the vial of oil and lube, turning around and walking towards the rack.
“Oi, Strawberry Shortcake. You’re hard,” Katsuki rumbles at him when Shouto turns around after putting the things away. “Does that happen with all your clients, Halfie?”
Goosebumps raise on his skin when Katsuki rakes his eyes up his body. “No. I do not get hard with other clients. You’re the first,”
It’s true. Shouto has never gotten hard even once since he started doing this. It’s only because this time his client was the one person Shouto has been hopelessly attracted to since the time he laid his eyes on him.
“Mhmm...”
“I acted very unprofessional with you Katsuki. I don’t talk that way or touch my clients’ dicks when I’m pleasuring them.”
Again, he’s being honest. He let himself go overboard with the dirty talk and hand job just because it was Katsuki on the receiving end.
“So it’s just me huh?” Shouto nods. “Want me to help you out with that?” Katsuki points towards his dick which is still hard in his pants.
“No, it’s okay. Besides,” Shouto walks forward and comes to stand in front of Katsuki. His naked chest is flushed a red colour. Taking the blonde’s chin in between his fingers, Shouto tips his head up. “I’d like to take you out for dinner first.”
Katsuki’s red eyes widen and Shouto thinks he’s crossed a line. But as quickly as it came, the look of disbelief is gone and is replaced with a smug expression, red bitten lips tugging up in a lazy smirk.
“Sounds good to me.”
Shouto chest loosens up. He smiles and nods, letting Katsuki’s chin go.
“I’ll go make some more tea. Dress and come outside.”
“Oi, halfie, you think Deku has anything to do with this?” he says once he’s put his clothes back on and exited the massage room to join Shouto in the kitchen where he’s brewing the tea.
He leans against the counter, arms crossed in front of his chest. He can’t help but think that Deku intentionally set them up. It seemed as though Shouto knew a lot about him already and he didn’t ask about it before but now he’s curious.
“Ah yes, probably. I—uhhh, I was the one who asked him to tell me more about you,” Shouto says, pouring the hot tea in two cups. Katsuki raises his eyebrows, wordlessly urging him to continue.
“I saw you in one of his photos and, um, I found you quite attractive,” Shouto walks towards him and hands him his cup, eyes never breaking eye-contact. Katsuki’s cheeks fill with colour and he accidentally spills some of the tea on his hand while taking the cup from Shouto.
“Careful! Are you hurt?”
“It’s fine. Just a little spill,” he says, wiping the hand on his pant. “So, you found me attractive huh?” he teases, bringing the cup to his lips and blowing on it before taking a small sip.
“Yes. I think Izuku caught on my growing interest for you and told me that he’ll think of a plan. I didn’t stop him because I wanted to meet you as well. I thought he’ll think of something like a double-date, but I really didn’t know he would give you that free sample session.”
“That little bastard. I knew he was upto something. He ain’t that innocent, y’know. He’s a mischievous brat sometimes.” Katsuki says, shaking his head. So, Izuku did hand him that flier so that he could meet Shouto.
“I understand if you want to reject me after learning that. Since you were basically forced into this,”
“Hah? Listen here, you sad imitation of the Japanese flag,” Shouto almost laughs at the name. Katsuki truly is creative.
“I could’ve thrown that shit away in the trash but I didn’t. I chose to come here and I had the best orgasm of my life. So I don’t regret coming here. Or meeting you. You’re fucking sexy and I don’t mind having you all to myself. So don’t give me that bullshit and take me out to eat.”
Izuku did say Katsuki was rash, very straight-forward and blunt, and sometimes loud. Shouto just cannot wrap his head around the fact that this is the same Katsuki who was whining and crying few minutes prior.
It makes Shouto feel powerful, like he was the one who reduced the explosive blonde into a sobbing, begging mess. He wants to do it again and again.
Shouto wants to ruin Katsuki more, in as many ways and positions as possible.
So he smiles and nods, ruffling Katsuki’s blonde hair and getting shoved in return.
Izuku’s plan worked like a charm.