Chapter 6: Digging Through My Heart With Shards of Broken Glass
Katsuki is naked and restrained, tied spread-eagled to Midoriya's bed. Midoriya admires the mess he's already made on Katsuki's stomach, on his face. He loves to mark Kacchan as his, whether it is with semen or bruises. Katsuki's hard. His tiny dick is red and weeping, a miniature cock ring encircling it. It looks painful, Midoriya thinks asa twisted grin works its way across his face and his eyes sparkle with glee.
Katsuki can feel himself burning under Midoriya's heated gaze. He snaps his eyes shut and tries not to squirm too much, tries to focus on the bindings rubbing his wrists raw instead of the arousal pulsing through his body.
Scarred fingers reach out to gently massage his entrance and Katsuki stills instantly, though his cock is still hard and leaking. Two dry fingers breach him without warning causing his eyes to sting. It hurts so, so badly. The fingers piston in and out and blunt nails painfully catch his rim every time Midoriya shoves them back inside. It feels like an eternity until he gets a brief reprieve. By this point Katsuki's jaw is aching from gritting his teeth so hard but he is determined not to show his discomfort. Distantly hearing a cap opening, Katsuki immediately struggles to look and see what is happening.
When Midoriya's fingers enter him again the glide is smoother, no longer catching. The sensation of fingers twisting feels interesting but not painful until Midoriya finds what he evidently was trying to avoid last time. Katsuki moans, bucking upwards, barely cognizant of Midoriya's other hand removing the shiny metal ring encircling his cock.
Midoriya keeps rubbing against Katsuki's prostate. He smirks as Katsuki groans in a delicious mix of pleasure and dismay.
"I-Is this—f-fuck—what you fucking want?" Kacchan gasps, desperately pulling against his restraints.
Grinning Midoriya leans down over Katsuki, "not quite" he breathes over Katsuki's cock before taking him in his mouth. The moment hot, wet heat engulfs him, Katsuki thrashes and screams. Midoriya sucks harder but makes sure he backs off before Katsuki tumbles over the edge.
It hurts. Katsuki didn't think being denied like this could hurt so much.
Katsuki tries not to drown in the humiliation and forces distraught sounding pleas up past the burning constriction of his throat.
"Please," Katsuki whispers, voice breaking. "Please."
"Did I make you feel good Kacchan?"
The gentle puff of air that blows over Katsuki's oversensitive dick when Midoriya speaks emphasizes his question. Katsuki keens, body trying to squirm out of his hold, another sob forcing its way out of him. His skin feels like it's pulling too tight and he feels hot all over – an incinerator of shame, regret and guilt.
Midoriya watches, mesmerized, as hot, angry tears gather at the corners of Katsuki's eyes before spilling over and sliding down his cheeks. Katsuki lets out a choked sob that instantly gets Midoriya hard - faster than he thinks anything ever has in his entire life.
Midoriya hurriedly fists his rapidly hardening cock and applies more pressure to Katsuki's prostate each time his fingers glide in and out. He keeps going until Katsuki is actively trying to fuck back onto Midoriya's hand, moaning like a whore. Katsuki hates it. Hates himself.
Midoriya speaks again. Ridicules him again.
"I said am I making you feel good Kacchan?"
"I fucking despise you - you pathetic piece of -" Katsuki cuts himself off and his eyes widen before he arches hard with a pornographically drawn-out groan. His orgasm is shocking in its intensity and Katsuki continues to shudder through the aftershocks for several long moments.
"Oh Kacchan" Midoriya sighs as he pulls out his fingers, "the effect of your words is mitigated when you come so hard don't you think?"
Midoriya beams. He clearly enjoys observing how Katsuki's face twists in shame and how his body radiates distress. The next sound Midoriya makes is a pleasured moan as he continues rubbing himself until he comes all over Katsuki's abs. Blissed out, Midoriya reaches down and draws patterns in their mess.
"I like seeing you covered in cum Kacchan."
A pause. Midoriya studies Katsuki's face, his body is shivering but his face is lax, eyes unseeing. Annoyed at the lack of response, Midoriya bites Katsuki's lip until he tastes copper. He waits for several drops of blood to well up before he continues.
"I'll have to remember to come on you more often. It isn't like you can create this much by yourself."
A bolt of shame hits Katsuki so hard he almost gasps out loud. He trembles and he doesn't know if it is a result of his orgasm or due to the humiliation he feels. Uninhibited glee crosses Midoriya's face in response to the reaction he's provoked. Katsuki desperately wishes he wasn't restrained as he wants nothing more than to wrap himself up in a blanket and hide. Katsuki settles for turning his head away and staring at the wall resolutely, refusing to make eye contact with his tormentor.
Eventually he becomes aware that Midoriya has untied his limbs and is getting up to leave. Midoriya pauses before opening the door and looks back at Katsuki. He smirks as his eyes roam over the bruises beginning to bloom on Katsuki's body and the cum that is drying on his stomach.
"See you tomorrow, Kacchan."