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Mina’s Halloween parties were epic. She spared no expense with themed food and drinks, an amazing DJ (it was Jirou), and floor to ceiling decorations. Hitoshi and Denki went all out with costumes as usual. This year Hitoshi was dressed as a deranged serial killer and Denki as his slutty cheerleader victim.
Hitoshi was never one to enjoy the party scene. They were always too loud and had too many bodies too close together. But he always made an exception for Halloween, his favorite holiday, and Denki took full advantage of the opportunity. He made sure they arrived early and were one of the last ones to leave.
As Mina greeted them at the door, she excitedly dragged Hitoshi over to the premade drinks. “I tried a new recipe just for you! Try it! I promise there’s not that much alcohol in it.”
Hitoshi took a tentative sip before his eyes grew wide and a smile plastered across his face. “Is that coffee in there?”
Mina nodded enthusiastically.
“It’s delicious,” Hitoshi mumbled into the cup as he downed the rest of the drink. He poured himself another before heading off to greet the other party guests.
After about an hour, Hitoshi was feeling good. He danced close to Denki, getting more publicly handsy than usual. “Hitoshi. Babe. How many of those coffee drinks did you have?” Denki asked, cocking his head.
“Dunno. 4 or 5?” Hitoshi guessed.
Denki smirked. Hitoshi was drunk, and he knew a drunk Hitoshi was a horny Hitoshi.
He silently thanked Mina for her thoughtfulness and inconspicuously got closer to Hitoshi as they danced, loving the feeling of the larger man's hands roaming over the slew of exposed skin. Denki had picked the skimpiest cheerleading costume he could find, hoping that it would provoke carnal lust in Hitoshi. And boy, was he right.
Hitoshi’s hands landed on the edge of the blond's skirt and teased his fingers under the top as he pushed Denki flush against himself. Denki held back a small groan as he felt how hard the taller man was for him. Hitoshi dipped his head down to trail kisses down his neck and gave a particularly hard bite at his collarbone.
Denki squirmed into him and that just had Hitoshi rutting harder against him. His voice rasped out deeply, “How long do we need to stay without being rude?”
Denki’s mouth fell a little open about to speak but Hitoshi had moved up to lick into his ear and let out a groan into it. Denki couldn’t help but moan out. “Fuuuck, I don’t care if we’re being rude…”
“There’s an empty room upstairs,” Mina suddenly appeared near them with a knowing grin, “if you would like to use it for your ‘activities,’ if you will.”
Denki didn’t even have time to answer before Hitoshi was picking him up and making his way towards the stairs. He squeaked in surprise, tugging his skirt down as best as he could. “Any preferences, Mr. Scary Killer?”
“I don’t care. Hole, cock, I just need you.”
Denki let out a pleased hum, just as excited about this as Hitoshi was, but that didn't stop him from wanting to celebrate the holiday. "Wait! Babe! Stop and put me down."
Though he was drunk and very displeased with the idea of putting Denki down, he did listen to him and gently put him back on his feet. "What? What's wrong?"
Denki smoothed out his cheerleading outfit, fixed his hair, and then popped out his hip in a cocky mean girl stance. "Nothing's wrong, just don't think it's fair for the killer to get the cheerleader without a proper fight."
He watched as Hitoshi's eyes darkened, a hint of a sinister smile that sent shivers down Denki's spine in excitement stretched across his face. "Oh yeah?" He took a step closer to him, using the extra few inches he had on Denki to tower over him. "Then how do I make you mine?"
Denki shivered again, but tried hard to not let Hitoshi see how much his deep voice was affecting him. "Like all good movie monsters, you have to catch me."
With a spin on his heels and a flick of his hair, Denki was suddenly off like a flash of lightning, sprinting down the hall and towards the bedroom. The heavy thuds of Hitoshi's boots let him know that his "serial killer" was right on his heels.
Denki quickly grabbed the door handle to turn and get into the room before Hitoshi could catch him. However, Hitoshi was faster and slammed up against him on the door. Denki’s body was pushed against the doorframe as he let out a playful whine and Hitoshi just chuckled darkly behind him. “Oh no….” Denki spoke out in a faux scared tone, “I’ve been caught… what are you gonna do to me, Mr. Killer?”
Hitoshi just wrapped a hand around his neck and used his other hand to fully open the door and push him inside.
Denki couldn’t help the giggles that left his throat as Hitoshi pushed him towards the bed, making a small “oof” as he was forcefully bent over the edge. “Such a pretty little thing,” Hitoshi mumbled, sliding a hand down Denki’s back to toy with the waistband of the tiny skirt. “Dressing up like this all just for me?”
“T-this isn’t for you,” he tried to play up the ‘helpless victim’ role despite the goosebumps appearing on his skin.
Hitoshi hummed, dipping a few fingers into the waistband to snap the band of the lacy thong against Denki’s hip. “Wearing purple panties just for ‘funsies’ then, I take it?”
“No, it’s to…” Denki trailed off, his brain only focusing on the fingers stroking underneath the band of his underwear. “…prevent underwear lines in my uniform?”
“Hmm, and how about not wearing shorts underneath?”
“Gotta let the girls breathe!”
Hitoshi grabbed the string of the thong and pulled up sharply, causing Denki to wince. "And how do 'the girls' feel now?" Hitoshi sneered.
"Would feel better if you did something to them."
Hitoshi teases his finger around his cock head over the thong, feeling how wet he already is, and sneaks his hand back. "Oh, and what is this? A little surprise for me?" Hitoshi presses down on the butt plug his victim-boyfriend is wearing.
"Maybe..."
Hitoshi grabbed the base of the plug, slowly rotating it before pulling it out a little and then pushing it back in. He let out a chuckle at the little cry Denki made. “Didn’t realize my precious plaything for tonight was sluttier than I thought, just waiting for someone to pull this out and sink right in.”
“Ngh, it’s not for just anyone.”
“Oh? Just for me then?”
Denki heard a zipper unzip, and suddenly Hitoshi’s cock was grinding up into his crack, occasionally pushing the plug deeper into him.
“It’s for my b-boyfriend,” he whimpered, the alcohol simmering underneath his skin. It was all too hot.
There was a pause in movement before he felt a hot breath against his ear. “Aw, your boyfriend?” Hitoshi’s tone dripped with condescension, he knew where Denki was steering this little role play.
“Yeah, he’s tall and strong and sweet-“
“Sounds like a loser,” Hitoshi smirked, snapping his hips forward and groaning at the sound of their skin colliding. “Fuck, doll, I’m not even in you yet and I don’t know if I’m gonna last.”
Denki bit his lip and arched his back. “He’s not a loser! He’s gonna come in here any second when he realizes I’m gone and he’s gonna kick your ass!”
“Sure, whatever you say, sweetheart.”
The weight of his dick disappeared before it was replaced by Hitoshi’s hand grabbing and beginning to thrust the plug in and out of Denki.
"If your boyfriend was so sweet and amazing and intelligent, handsome, and lucky, and hot and buff and a good kisser and a great chef and smart and beautiful..." Hitoshi said.
"I didn't say all that..."
"Well if he was smart he wouldn't let you all alone looking this cute and this horny. He would already be inside you."
Hitoshi takes out the plug and substitutes it with the tip of his cock.
"Just the tip, please!" Denki begs. "Don't cum inside, I don't want to be pregnant.”
Hitoshi pressed down on the base of Denki’s waist to lean him forward onto the bed below him. His hands spread his cheeks to see his fluttering hole barely kissing the head of his cock.
“Doll, I’m gonna ruin you for your boyfriend. And in fact—” he presses it in, and the blond gasps out loud as he feels it pop in, “—you won’t even miss that boyfriend once you’ve had a taste of me.”
Denki’s eye lashes fluttered as he craned to look over his shoulder.
“N-no…don’t…” His little sigh turned into a long moan as he felt the thick cock start to bury itself further in.
“Fuck, you’re so wet inside. How much lube did you put in here for him?” Hitoshi thrust in a little hard but shallow as Denki cried out in pleasure. “Kind of jealous of him, but too bad. I get to savor this.”
Denki’s panting grew as he got a moment to get used to the new intrusion and grinded his ass back. “I…I…”
Hitoshi’s grip on his hips tightened as he pushed again, further. “You want it, don’t you, you little slut? Why else would you dress like this and not expect to be taken by anyone other than him?”
Hitoshi slammed in as far as Denki’s body could currently take him. Hitoshi groaned and chuckled afterward, drinking up the chorus of the blond’s whimpering. “Forget about him. Think of the cock currently filling you up the way you deserve.”
He pulled out again and slammed back in, and Denki let out a silent gasp as his head flew back.
Hitoshi paused for a moment as he let out a small growl. “These are in the way. How much do you like them?”
Denki raised his head a moment and made a questioning noise, but Hitoshi couldn’t wait as he tore the lace underwear out of his way and slammed into him again.
“Toshi!”
Hitoshi reached around and grabbed Denki's neck, then leaned close to his ear. "Who's 'Toshi,' slut? Make another slip like that and we'll see if I let you live after this." He licked the shell of Denki's ear, then whispered, "I'll buy you ten more pairs tomorrow.”
Hitoshi yanked the ripped underwear off his boyfriend, tossing it on the bed and resuming his fast pace. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face at Denki’s cries of “Ah, ah, ah!”
“Fuck, you’re being so loud, princess.”
Denki squealed as he clenched around the cock inside him. “Ah! So good, fuck! Harder!”
Gripping tighter around the blond’s neck, Hitoshi kept ramming into the soft hole.
“I don’t care! I’m fucking tired, Pinky! And Kiri won’t let me leave!” Bakugo shouted from out in the hallway.
“Kats! Wait—not that room!” Mina quickly followed and shouted at him.
Bakugo ripped the door open, and they both were met with Denki being pounded into the mattress with his face being pushed into the sheets, his hands gripping so tightly that he had to loosen them from clenching the mattress.
“Soooo fucking good! Don’t stop!” Denki cried out, oblivious to their new visitors.
Hitoshi noticed, though, and bit out with a loud growl as he snapped forward on a particularly hard thrust and yelled at the door, “Get. Out!”
Denki was so confused on what he meant and just moaned out again at the harder surge of pleasure. “Oh, fuuuuck! Right there!”
Mina covered her face, blushing, but had a wide smile as she tugged a stunned-silent Bakugo backward out of the room and quickly clicked the door closed behind them.
Red faced, Hitoshi could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. “How’s it feel, princess? Everyone knowing how much of a slut you are. Bending over and taking cock like a fucking pro, like you were made for it.”
Denki whined, his legs shaking from being in the same position the whole time. “S-so good. Please please please, don’t stop!”
Hitoshi pulled out, making sure Denki’s costume was out of the way before starting to stroke himself off towards the finish. He bit his lip, hips stuttering with a groan as he came all over the blond’s ass. Denki’s whole body twitched, whimpering as he felt the cum spilling on him. He leaned down, rutting against the mattress to try and chase his own release.
“Now now, don’t ruin the comforter,” Hitoshi purred. “I’ve got you, doll.”
He snaked a hand inside the back of his pants, eyes fluttering when he pressed against the plug sitting in his ass.
Although he had just cum all over Denki's ass, Hitoshi felt himself harden again with that push of the plug. "I've got another present for you, doll. Make me happy because your life is on the line. And your boyfriend’s..."
"Wha-what did you do to him?"
"Tsk tsk. No talking back now," Hitoshi responded as he wiped off Denki's ass with a tissue before rolling him over on the bed. "Pull your legs back."
Denki whimpered but obeyed. "Good boy," Hitoshi praised as he removed his own bottoms completely.
He reached around and slowly pulled out his own plug. He showed it to Denki before pushing it into the blond’s now wrecked hole. "Pull your skirt up for me."
Denki nodded and, with shaky hands, lifted the already too-short skirt, his dick plastered to his stomach dripping in precum.
"Would you answer me?" Hitoshi asked.
"Y-Yes. Please don't kill—"
Hitoshi's mind grasped onto Denki's, a standing agreement between the two. Denki inherently trusted Hitoshi, and Hitoshi knew what signs Denki made if it was too much.
"Tch, I wouldn't dream of killing you right now, kitten. I want you to feel and remember everything. Can you do that?"
"Yes." Denki said flatly.
"Good kitty."
At that, Hitoshi climbed onto Denki, positioned the blond's cock at his own entrance, and sank down in one fluid motion.
Hitoshi bit his lip to hold the moan back from the feeling of Denki filling him. It had been forever since his boyfriend had been inside him. A sin, really, considering how heavenly his cock was. He took a moment to adjust once he was fully seated, soaking in the feeling of finally being full after so long.
Denki squealed at the sensation. The force of the impact had released Hitoshi’s hold on his boyfriend. “S-s-stop!” he begged, ever playing up the role of the helpless victim.
Hitoshi looked down at Denki, feeling the words come out of him before he could stop them, “You want this.”
“I d-don’t,” Denki moaned, face red, eyes glassy on the verge of it all being too much.
“Don’t bullshit me. You want this. You wouldn’t be this turned on if you didn’t.” He smirked, eyes narrowing in on his prey, “You wanted this to happen.” He kept going, not stopping. “You’ve been walking towards this happening since you put on that slutty costume.”
Denki let out a whine, mouth open but words unable to tumble out. That’s fine; Hitoshi’s got words for him, cruel ones he knew the blond liked to hear when he was half over the edge.
“You pretend he’s enough for you,” he growled out. “You act like he’s all you need, but he’s not.”
He quickened his pace, up and down.
“You think you’re innocent but you crave this, and you act like you can’t stand this, but you never walk away!”
He pushed Denki’s hands over his head and held them as he felt pleasure surge through him. “He knows what you are.”
Denki moaned out, eyes fluttering, rolling upwards, “N-no!”
“No?” Hitoshi asked. “You’re the one that fed this fire, and now you’re surprised it’s burning you? Too late.”
Hitoshi's pace quickened. He adjusted his angle so Denki's cock brushed against his prostate over and over, egging on his second orgasm. "Face it—you will never want to go back to him after I'm done with you. Isn't that right?"
"N-no! I love—" Denki's eyes went blank again.
"You will not come until I tell you. Got it?"
Denki nodded slowly, then was released from the hypnosis as Hitoshi slammed down on his dick again harshly.
"You monster!" the blond shouted back, just as Hitoshi spurted thick white strands over his face.
But Hitoshi did not stop. He kept moving his hips, bouncing up and down on Denki’s cock despite the fact he’d already reached his second orgasm.
Denki gasped as he writhed on the bed, using about a third of his actual strength to helplessly struggle against his boyfriend’s hold. “I can’t, please I need to come!”
Hitoshi let out a breathy laugh, the only sounds in the room being the blond’s whimpers and the slap of his ass meeting soft hips over and over again. “You don’t ‘need it,’ doll. You can wait until I’m done using this thick cock. Then maybe I’ll consider letting you come.”
Tears started to spill over Denki’s eyes, and the small amount of mascara and eyeliner was running down his cheeks as he whimpered out. “F-fuck, please! I need it—I need it so bad! I’ll do anything, Mr. Killer, plea—oh god…you feel so—!”
The last bit of his pleading was briefly cut off by a hard plunge down on his cock. He felt it pulse but was still being held back from his release. His desperate eyes locked with Hitoshi’s, and he bit his bottom lip so hard to hold back any more cries. Hitoshi didn’t like that, and he tightened his hold around Denki’s wrists, pulling himself almost completely off and slamming down hard.
“You can do it. It’ll feel so good once it’s all over.”
The blond gasped out silently at the sudden slam, and his vocal cords remembered to work as Hitoshi continued that brutal, long, but delicious rocking. He nodded his head aggressively as his tears continued to fall.
Hitoshi groaned out, “Fuuuuck! Kitten, I’m—”
He felt that deep coil, like he was on the very edge of pleasure, and was starting to lose his mind a bit as another wave surged but nothing came out of him. Hitoshi growled out in frustration. Denki’s golden eyes rolled back as his moans echoed off the walls, chanting Hitoshi’s name. Hitoshi didn’t care how far gone his boyfriend was. He just wanted to cum one more time and then make Denki feel so good.
"Shock me, Denks. Shock me, and when I cum, you can fill me up so full."
Hitoshi was nearly as desperate as Denki by now. Role play time was over.
Denki could only let out a shaky moan as he pushed against Hitoshi’s grip around his wrists. He latched onto his boyfriend, one hand squeezing his hip and the other underneath his shirt, cupping a soft pec.
“Do it. Do it, Baby. You know you want to. I can practically feel you leaking inside me. The sooner you make me cum, the sooner you can fill my ass.”
Denki squealed, eyes squeezed shut and white teeth clenched as his back arched into a beautiful curve. Then he let go, letting off a healthy amount of volts.
Hitoshi's body briefly seized from the shock, but it was just the extra bit of stimulation he needed to finally reach his third peak of the night. Except, after two intense orgasms already, only a small spurt flew out from the end of his dick, landing onto Denki's lower lip.
"Lick it," he commanded the blond beneath him.
Denki obeyed, though he didn't need the order. Why would he ever waste the nectar that Hitoshi provided him.
"And Denki?" Hitoshi continued, smirking.
Denki looked like he was in utter pain, but he managed to eke out a "yes" in response.
Hitoshi, one last time, grabbed on to Denki's mind to reverse his earlier command. He placed his hand onto Denki's cheek and said only one word, "Cum," and immediately he released his hold on his boyfriend.
Hitoshi hummed in bliss as he felt Denki painting his insides, eyes rolling back as the blond become completely boneless underneath him
Since the advent of the orgasm, there have been five orgasms that were rated the most intense, the most satisfying. This one left them all behind.*
Hitoshi looked down affectionately at his boyfriend, head still swirling from pleasure and intoxication. "You did so good, Denki. Filled me so full."
Denki didn't respond, and remained spread eagle on the mattress.
"Denki?"
Still unresponsive. The blond looked completely blissed out, but also brain fried.
Hitoshi leaned over, bracing one hand on the mattress by Denki's head and patting his cheek with the other. "Hey, Denks. You with me? I'm right here, babe. Come back."
He ran his fingers through Denki's hair a few times and softly caressed his face until the blond boy blinked and inhaled deeply. "Toshi?" he asked quietly, voice rough.
"Yeah, Denks, I'm right here. You did so good for me."
The blond's eyebrows furrowed. "Toshi, why are people clapping?"
Hitoshi's eyes flew open. He was so focused on bringing Denki back that he tuned everything else out. Applause along with hoots and hollers sounded outside the door. Hitoshi's face reddened immediately. "Oh, fuck!"
"You sure did!" Mina's voice responded.
“Toshi, where did my plug end up? And my panties?”
A bark of laughter that sounded very much like Hanta’s broke through the door. “You did not show up to this party with a plug in your ass!”
“I just wanted to lay down…” a gruff murmur that sounded awfully like Katsuki reached Hitoshi’s ears, making him flush as he remembered the free show the blond got earlier.
“Go the fuck away before I select a piece of furniture to hit you all with!!”