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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku, Midoriya_Izuku/Others
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku
  Additional Tags:
      Dirty_Talk, Double_Penetration, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Gangbang,
      Mindbreak, (sort_of), essentially_deku's_trapped_in_a_wall, and_bakugou,
      like_the_UPSTANDING_CITIZEN_he_is, decides_to_take_advantage_of_the
      situation, Pre-OfA
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-17 Words: 6272
****** For Public Use ******
by DrProblematic
Summary
     “I don’t think you quite understand your situation, Deku. You see—”
     Katsuki’s other hand joined the one on the boy’s lower back just
     before he slowly — suggestively — swept them down, settling on either
     side of Izuku’s hips. His fingers dug into his flesh through the
     fabric of his uniform pants, and the boy stiffened. “You’re in no
     position to be giving me fucking orders.”
Notes
     Depending on how you look at it, this is either slightly better or
     slightly worse in terms of content than "Bakugou Katsuki Is Garbage
     and Here's Why." They're the same age in this and aren't related, but
     this is also MUCH more intense in my opinion. Seriously. If you're
     not into noncon as a kink, you're probably not gonna like this.
     It's.... a lot. So yeah, proceed with caution.
See the end of the work for more notes
Katsuki wanted to laugh at the sight before him.
It’d been a long day. Katsuki had gotten roped into helping his so-called-
friends study, and after a few hours spent in the library attempting to beat
the information through their thick skulls, all while being repeatedly hushed
by the librarian, he eventually just told them to ‘get fucked’, and that he
had, ‘better things to do than teach you dumbasses shit you could’ve found on
fucking Khan Academy. ’
It was roughly nine o’clock in the evening when Katsuki left, and at the
present moment, he was walking through a rather sketchy area of town. It was a
shortcut he’d found some time ago, and while most other people probably
would’ve felt uneasy walking through such an area at night, Katsuki, being a
particularly strong Alpha, was confident in his ability to defend himself, to
say the least.
He turned into a dark alleyway, his palms flaring up and lighting the path
before him. He could’ve just used his phone as a flashlight, of course, but
Katsuki preferred to maintain an intimidating aura in circumstances such as
these. He could win a fight, no problem, of course—he just didn’t want to be
inconvenienced by some asshole small fry thinking he’d be an easy target. Not
that there was anyone around in the first place.
Shortly after he’d activated his quirk, Katsuki heard the sound of a familiar
voice calling out to him, and that’s how he found himself in front of Izuku.
And he wanted to laugh.
So he did.
Izuku was protruding from the frosted window of a run-down gas station
bathroom. He was practically hanging out of it, his entire upper body
suspended. Katsuki visually traced the path of his spine back to where his body
met the window, and it was clear from the way the window clamped down over his
lower back that Izuku was stuck. Honestly, Katsuki couldn’t remember the last
time he’d laughed so hard. It was just so fucking ridiculous, yet
simultaneously fitting. Leave it to Izuku to get himself trapped in a fucking
gas station window.
“Kacchan, that’s mean!” The boy shouted indignantly, though Katsuki ignored
it. 
“How the fuck did you manage to get yourself stuck in a goddamn gas station
bathroom window?” He asked, wheezing. “What the fuck were you even doing?”  
“I-It was open, and my journal fell out, a-and I had to get it, so…” Izuku
rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Katsuki glanced down, confirming that
the boy’s stupid goddamn journal was, indeed, on the ground, lying in a puddle
of rainwater.
“So your first thought was to fuckin’ follow it out the window?” He snorted.
“Y’know, the bathroom door leads directly to the outside. You could’ve just
walked out and gotten it, dipshit.”
“I-I know, b-but… I just, I panicked, okay?” He explained, still averting his
eyes from the other’s. “I saw the puddle and I thought that maybe I could catch
it before it got soaked…” 
“How long have you been there?”
Izuku hesitated, like he didn’t know if he should say. Then, in a voice so very
small, he replied, “Th-Three hours, or so…” and Katsuki lost it again.
He couldn’t help it. It was just too goddamn funny.
“Holy fuck, nerd,” he said between laughs, clutching his stomach. 
“L-Look, can you please just… just help me? Please, Kacchan.” Izuku stared at
him imploringly, desperate and pathetic. Katsuki thought it was a good look on
him. 
Katsuki carefully avoided the question. “Well, what happened?” He asked
instead. “Is the window just stuck?” 
Izuku sighed in relief, seeming to interpret the question as some sort of
implicit agreement. Yeah, sure, Deku. Think whatever the fuck you want.  
“Yeah, it’s stuck… I don’t know what to do, no matter how hard I push, it just
won’t budge!” 
“No shit.” Katsuki scoffed. “Well, I guess that’s to be expected. You’ve always
been fucking weak.” 
“B-but you’re not!” Izuku stated. The nerd was smart enough to know that it was
in his best interest to just brush off Katsuki’s insults and not act too
offended, at least until he was free.  “Kacchan, please, you’re—you’re the
strongest person I know, if anyone can get me out, it’d be you!” 
Katsuki hummed, mulling over his options. He could just leave him there, and
honestly, that’s what Katsuki would’ve preferred. But he knew that if he were
to leave him there, in such a shady part of town, the boy would be lucky to
survive the night. Perhaps it would be worth it to help him out, if only for
the sake of making the boy indebted to him. 
Eventually, he made his way over to the door, shoving it open and letting it
fall shut behind him. He dropped his bag on the floor, strolling over to where
Izuku was trapped. 
The glass on the window was thick and fogged up as a privacy measure, and
Katsuki couldn’t really see the other outside of it unless he leaned down. None
of that really concerned him, however, as he was far more interested in what
he could see than what he couldn’t. 
Izuku’s feet were together, his knees slightly bent, due to the window being
just barely below hip height. Evidently, the fact he’d gotten stuck at the hips
was no coincidence. His round ass protruded from the gap, and Katsuki noted the
way he seemed to squirm in little, aborted movements as he tried in vain to get
free. 
“Oh, I see the problem.” He called out. 
“You do?!” Izuku shouted, his lower body stiffening in excitement. 
“Yeah. Your ass is too big.” Katsuki replied dryly, snorting back a laugh when
the boy reacted indignantly. 
“K-Kacchan! Don’t say things like that!” His pitch was high with embarrassment,
and it made Katsuki wish he could see his face right then. He knew it had to be
bright red. 
“I’ll say whatever I damn well please, Deku.” The blonde slowly approached
Izuku’s disembodied ass. He placed his hand on his lower back, and the touch
must’ve startled the boy, judging by the way he jumped. “And what I wanna say
right now is that you wouldn’t be in this situation if you didn’t have such a
big, round, fat ass.”Or if you just, y’know, didn’t try to jump out the fucking
gas station bathroom window, fuckin’ Christ, Deku. 
“Kacchan!” The boy protested some more. “You can’t just–” Izuku cut himself
off, taking a deep breath and releasing an exasperated sigh. “You know what? I
don’t care. Just get me out of here.” 
“You givin’ me orders, Deku?” Katsuki asked, low and dangerous, though the
other must not have picked up on it. 
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. Now get me out of this stupid thing!” Izuku
snapped, and man, Katsuki thought later on, maybe if he just hadn’t done that,
none of this shit would’ve happened. 
“I don’t think you quite understand your situation, Deku. You see–” Katsuki’s
other hand joined the one on the boy’s lower back just before he slowly
— suggestively — swept them down, settling on either side of Izuku’s hips. His
fingers dug into the flesh through the fabric of his uniform pants, and the boy
stiffened. “You’re in no position to be giving me fucking orders.”
Izuku hesitated. “...K-Kacchan, what are you…” 
“Y’know, Deku, I’m surprised this shit didn’t happen sooner,” he commented
casually, teasing the hem of the boy’s pants with his thumbs. “I mean, hell,
you’ve been here three hours, was it? Three hours. Three fucking hours you’ve
been stuck here in a gas station bathroom in the sketchiest part of town, ass
in the air, like a fucking bitch in heat.” 
The boy gulped, pausing before speaking up shakily. “K-Kacchan, I’m… I’m sorry.
I’m really, really sorry; I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I won’t do
it again, please—please help me, I–” 
“Goddamn right you’re not doing it again. I’m gonna make sure of it.” Katsuki
interjected ominously. 
Clearly going into a panic, Izuku started babbling, speaking words that Katsuki
was only half paying attention to. He was far too busy visually eating up the
curvature of the omega’s ass to care. Without really meaning to, Katsuki felt
his hands gravitating from the comparatively neutral zone of Izuku’s hips to
the boy’s ass, squeezing and groping the plump cheeks, feeling his cock twitch
in interest from within his own uniform pants. This action seemed to heighten
Izuku’s panicked state further, as his incoherent begging grew louder, more
high-pitched, and he began to squirm in Katsuki’s grip as though he could
somehow escape him. 
Feeling a twinge of irritation, Katsuki raised one of his hands and slapped the
boy’s ass. The blow was softened substantially by the buffer of the boy’s
pants. Katsuki decided those had to go.
Reaching around his hips, Katsuki began undoing the button of his trousers,
tugging the zipper down. As he started working the pants over the swell of his
ass, revealing All-Might themed boxer-briefs, because of course, he noticed
that Izuku had started hyperventilating. 
“N-no, p-please, Kacchan, please d-don’t… Don’t do this. Please, I won’t… I
won’t tell anybody if you stop now. We can forget this even happened. P-please,
you don’t have to do this–” 
“I don’t have to do shit, Deku,” Katsuki interjected, putting a stop to his
useless babbling. “I’m doing this because I fucking want to.” 
“What–What do you m-mea–” 
Katsuki rolled his eyes, grabbing onto Izuku’s hips again, fingers dipping
beneath his tight underwear slightly as he tugged him back toward him.
“I mean,” Katsuki rubbed his hardening cock between the omega’s asscheeks,
making the fabric dip into his crack. “Exactly what it fucking sounds like.”
Izuku was speechless. His hips quivered where Katsuki held them, like he was
only barely keeping himself from crying. When he hooked his thumbs under the
elastic waistband of the boy’s underwear and swiftly pulled them down, Izuku
became hysterical. 
“W-wait, Kacchan—no, please. Please! We can talk about this!” He begged
frantically, squirming in desperation beneath Katsuki’s hands.
“Fuckin’ hell, Deku. You always wanna talk about shit.” He grabbed the soft
cheeks of Izuku’s ass, and sobs wracked the boy’s frame. Katsuki’s hands
migrated to his hips as he thrust the bulge of his growing erection between his
asscheeks, forcing Izuku to accept the now-direct friction. “Always wanna be
doing shit you should know you’re not capable of. Even after you found out you
were quirkless; even after you presented as a fuckin’ omega, goddamn. You need
to learn your fuckin’ place, Deku.” 
As Katsuki continued rubbing his clothed cock against the boy’s hole, he felt
the omega becoming wet involuntarily, his slick soaking through the front of
his pants. Katsuki groaned at the feeling, getting drunk off the smell of it as
it filled the air. 
The alpha began unbuckling his belt, listening to Izuku’s choked-up cries as
they grew in volume. Katsuki sighed once he’d freed his dick, stroking himself
a few times while he watched the way Izuku’s legs shook, even as slick began to
trickle slowly from his entrance. He kicked the boy’s legs apart and, without
any further hesitation, shoved two fingers deep inside him, the omega’s hole
sucking him in all the way to the knuckle, and god, Katsuki just couldn’t
wait to force his cock inside that wet heat.
Izuku was full-on crying at this point, his sobs separated by desperate, choked
off begs for mercy that Katsuki conveniently ignored. He was already long past
the point of being able to stop.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he commented, beginning to thrust his fingers in and
out of his childhood friend’s hole at a relentless pace, filling the tiny room
with lewd squelching noises. 
“I-It hurts!” Izuku sobbed. “Kacchan, please, no, it hurts!”  
“If it hurts so bad, why are you so fucking wet, huh, Deku?” He called out,
scissoring his fingers to open up the narrow passage. “You fucking like it when
it hurts, don’t you?” 
Izuku hesitated in his response, and for Katsuki, that was all the confirmation
he needed. 
“N-No, you’re wrong. I don’t, Kacchan, please. Please stop…” 
“Bullshit.” The alpha snorted, abruptly pulling his fingers out as he went on
to say, “Well, damn. I was gonna take my time, y’know? Get you real stretched
out for my cock, but I guess there’s no point in doing that for a fucking
masochist, is there?” He used the leftover slick on his fingers to lube himself
up before he began to teasingly rub his tip back and forth over the boy’s
entrance. He groaned at the sight of the omega’s, Deku’s, wet hole opening and
closing instinctively with each pass his cockhead made over it, basking in the
satisfaction of it. But he couldn’t keep teasing forever, so after a couple of
strokes, he aligned himself at Izuku’s entrance and took a deep breath. 
“Kacchan, please, I’m begging you! Please stop, please, please, please! Don’t
do this! I’ll do any–” 
Katsuki shoved inside. 
And Izuku screamed. 
“Ah, fuck yeah,” he groaned, low and guttural as he sunk his cock into the wet
heat of omega’s ass, forcing him to take him all the way to the base. His
fingernails dug into Izuku’s hips. “Feel so fucking good. Goddamn, it’s like
you’re sucking me in. Fuckin’ slut.”  
Izuku’s muscles spasmed around him as he urgently gritted, “Take it out take it
out take i–” Katsuki pulled out until only the tip was inside him, and thrust
back inside hard. “Aah! ” 
As Katsuki worked his hips at a fast, brutal pace, he basked in the euphoria of
it all. The sound of skin slapping loudly against skin as he pounded Izuku’s
ass. The sight of Izuku’s legs quivering beneath him as copious amounts of
slick rolled down his inner thighs. The feel of soft skin beneath his calloused
fingers when Katsuki grabbed his ass cheeks, spread him open even wider, thrust
his cock in even deeper. The way Izuku’s walls convulsed around him, as though
his body couldn’t quite decide whether to force him out, or suck him in even
further. 
“Should’ve done this ages ago,” Katsuki muttered idly, staring down at where
they were connected. He watched the way his cock disappeared inside of Izuku,
the way the boy’s muscles seemed to quiver and strain each time he pulled out,
like he wanted to keep him inside. At least this part of him’s fuckin’ honest.
Katsuki squeezed the soft skin of his hips, intent on leaving bruises. “Mm,
yeah. You like that, Deku? Shit— you like that cock in your ass? You like being
fucked like a cheap whore?” 
Izuku’s cries had slowly regressed into something almost completely incoherent.
Sentences were disassembled, broken down by choked-up sobs. Words were tainted
by sniffles and drowned in tears that Katsuki just knew had to be streaming
down the omega’s face continuously. That image made his dick throb inside the
boy, because Katsuki Bakugou is emblematic of a far greater problem pervading
the human race. 
All of Izuku’s begging reduced itself to gargled jumbles of Katsuki’s name and
words like ‘please’ and ‘stop’ and ‘no.’ In response, Katsuki raised his hand
up high and slapped Izuku’s ass hard, drawing a yelp of shock and pain from the
other side of the window. 
“Shut up and take it,” he growled. And because he could, Katsuki raised his
hand again and began to spank Izuku continuously, relishing the way the boy’s
ass jiggled and reddened with each strike, as the slapping noises filled the
air 
On impulse, Katsuki shoved his hand into his pants pocket and took out his
phone, pulling up the camera app. He hit ‘record’ once he had a good shot of
Izuku’s ass, red, blotchy and so very fucking wet around him. He paused for a
moment and bent down slightly, pointing the camera out the crack in the window.
Izuku was turned away, of course, so there wasn’t much he could see. With his
free hand, he brought his palm down harshly on the boy’s asscheek again, making
him spasm and squirm just enough to catch a few fleeting shots of Izuku’s face,
red and stained with tears and saliva as he sobbed pathetically. 
Satisfied, he straightened again and resumed pounding Izuku’s ass. The boy was
shoved so close to the filthy wall at that point that Katsuki didn’t even need
to hold him there, so with his camera directed down once again, he continued
fucking into the boy hands-free, only bringing down his free hand every so
often to spank him. 
“Mm, fuck yeah. Be a good boy and take my cock, Deku,” he cooed, sickly sweet,
zooming in on a bead of slick as it escaped his hole. “That’s right. You’re
just a fucking slut, aren’t you? My little quirkless, omega whore,” he
emphasized the word with a slap to Izuku’s ass that ended with his hand
squeezing the tender flesh, red and hot from the abuse. He felt the way Izuku’s
hole tightened around him, and it piqued his curiosity. 
Reaching around Izuku’s hips, his free hand found the boy’s cock, hard and wet
for him, and it made him laugh. He smirked sadistically as he lowered his
phone, making sure to get a shot of it. Izuku moaned when he started to stroke
him. 
“Holy fuck, Deku, you fucking like this, don’t you?” Katsuki rubbed him slow
and torturously. Not enough to actually give him relief, only an idea of what
that relief might be like. “You sick fuck, you fucking like being trapped like
this. You like getting fucked until you cry. God,” he laughed, propping his
phone up against the window. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” 
A stuttered cry was released from Izuku’s throat. “K-Kacchan, p-please…” 
“Yeah, this is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?” Izuku’s knees shook,
threatening to give out beneath him. “You fucking wanted someone to find you.
Fucking wanted to be used like this. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were
in heat—but no. You’re not in heat. You’re just a fucking whore, aren’t you,
Deku?” 
“Ple-please, please… Ka-Kacchan, please…” He blubbered. 
“Please what, Deku?” He asked, slamming his hips into Izuku’s ass. 
“Plea...Please. Please— ” 
“You wanna fucking come, Deku? You want me to make you come on my cock?”
Izuku paused, releasing a frustrated cry from deep within his throat. 
“C’mon, Deku…” He spoke in a patronizing tone, running his fingers up and down
Izuku’s dick. “If you ask nicely, I might even let you...” 
“...K-Kacchan…” he stuttered out slowly, hesitantly.
“Hmm?” Katsuki prompted him, thrusting fast and deep inside of him. He was
nearing the edge. “What's that? C’mon, speak up, Deku.”
With a shuddering sob, Izuku managed to whimper, “p-please, Kacchan… please
let—let me… c-come…” and christ, that fucking voice. The way Izuku begged him
to let him come, even as he forced himself on him. Shit. Katsuki was sure he’d
be the end of him.
“Mm, cry a little louder for me, Deku…” He rasped, speeding up his movements.
Katsuki felt the heat culminating in the pit of his stomach. He knew he was
close. Just a little more…  
“P-Please, Kacchan! Please, plea… se. I need—I need t-to come...” Katsuki was
just about ready to burst. He sounded so desperate. He sounded so pathetic. 
“Nngh, fuck, Deku… Deku, hey,” he leaned toward the window, lips nearly
touching the glass as he spoke. “Hey, Deku. I’m gonna come inside you. What do
you think of that?” That seemed to break Izuku out of his reverie, as his
squirming began anew and his voice took on a new tone of desperate urgency. 
“N-no! No, Kacchan, no, you ca— please, Ka–” 
“I’m gonna come right into your slutty fucking hole and there’s not a damn
thing you can do about it, Deku.”  
“Please, please, please, no! Kacchan, no, please! I’m begging you! Do–" 
Katsuki growled, something deep and guttural as he slammed into Izuku’s ass,
once, twice, three times, and— 
“Oh, fuck yeah—” He grabbed Izuku’s hips, digging his fingernails into his
flesh as he felt his cock pulsing inside of him, shooting hot cum into the
boy’s ass, and god, Katsuki couldn’t remember ever coming this hard before.
“Nngh, yeah, fuck— take it, Deku—fuck– ” Distantly, he recognized the sound of
Izuku screaming at him, begging him to stop, to pull out, his voice cracking as
his hips squirmed uselessly, but he paid it no mind. He was far too focused on
pounding the boy through his own orgasm. After a couple of thrusts, he pulled
out, stroking his cock rapidly and squeezing out the last of his cum onto the
boy’s ass. 
Katsuki took deep breaths, feeling hazy in the afterglow of his climax. When he
came to his senses, he stopped the recording and shoved his phone back into his
pocket, before taking a step back to examine his handiwork.
Izuku was sobbing violently. His ass was bright red, splattered with Katsuki’s
cum, as the remainder slowly seeped from his loosened hole. Katsuki hadn’t let
him come, so his dick was still hard and wet between his thighs. The boy’s legs
kicked and spasmed uselessly beneath him. 
Izuku was a wreck. He was so fucking broken, it was almost enough to put
Katsuki in for another round. But he had other plans. 
Katsuki tucked his dick back into his pants, fixing his belt buckle before
kneeling down to dig through his backpack. He found a black sharpie and
smirked, slowly walking back over to the traumatized omega. He placed his left
hand on Izuku’s hip and felt him stiffen. Then, he uncapped the marker and
neatly wrote on Izuku’s left asscheek, ‘for public use’, drawing an arrow
pointing toward the boy’s hole. 
He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the bathroom, propping the
door open to further spread the scent. Then, Katsuki made his way back toward
the front of the window, where it all started, and dropped his bag against the
wall. He knew it wouldn’t be long, now. 
Izuku looked up at him with those big, green, innocent eyes of his, silent
tears streaming down his face. Katsuki figured he was probably pretty
dehydrated, so in anextremely weak act of concession, he grabbed a water bottle
from his bag and offered it to him.
Izuku took it shakily, staring at him in confusion. “Ka-Kacchan…?”
“Go on, drink it. You’re probably dehydrated.” Hesitantly, Izuku twisted the
cap open and took small sips between sniffles, averting his eyes. “You’re gonna
need it,” Katsuki smirked. 
The boy turned back at him, eyes wide. His lip quivered when he asked, “wh-
what, what do you—” 
“You’re gonna cry a lot tonight, Deku.” 
For a moment, Izuku just stared at him, attempting to process what he was
hearing. Katsuki idly twirled the sharpie in his hand and watched the boy’s
expression slowly grow from one of frightened bewilderment to pure horror. 
“I left the door open, so it shouldn’t be long, now.” He commented
nonchalantly, as if this was a casual thing. As if he was talking about the
weather. He heard footsteps approaching the area. Izuku gulped, looking back
and forth between the sharpie and Katsuki’s sadistic smile, seeming to put two
and two together. 
“Ka...Kacchan, what did you wri— Ah!” He yelped, shocked as a pair of
unfamiliar hands suddenly grabbed his hips. His eyes met with Katsuki’s,
pleading for him to do something. Izuku knew Katsuki could defeat almost any
alpha, if he wanted to.
The issue was he didn’t want to.  
“Kacchan, please do something. Please, please help me!” Katsuki bent down
slightly, watching through the gap in the window as large hands roughly groped
and squeezed Izuku’s ass. When he righted himself again, he met Izuku’s
panicked gaze and stepped toward him. Placing both hands on either side of the
boy’s face, Katsuki wiped away the tears that flowed freely from his eyes. 
“Shhh, you’re gonna be okay…” He whispered, his tone uncharacteristically
gentle. Katsuki looked down at Izuku as though he was just some neurotic child,
pretending to care about his insignificant issues despite having no intention
of rectifying them. The boy seemed shocked, then forlorn, looking up at Katsuki
like a kicked puppy. From his slightly hunched over position, Katsuki could
clearly see the other alpha lining his dick up with Deku’s sloppy hole,
adjusting his grip on his hips as he prepared to plunge in. 
Izuku breathed out one soft, final ‘please’ before the man thrusted inside of
him, crying out as the stranger bottomed out. Katsuki watched in excitement as
the force of the alpha’s thrust caused Izuku’s body to violently lurch forward.
He let go of his face so as not to obstruct the movements. The man pulled out
before shoving himself back inside, setting a rough and heavy pace. 
“K-Kacchan,” he sobbed, high pitched and useless, as he grabbed onto Katsuki’s
shirt, in what he could only assume was some combined search for leverage
andmercy. 
Low, rhythmic grunts spilled from the other side of the window, and the frame
creaked with the force of each thrust sending Izuku forward, and the sight was
turning Katsuki on all over again. 
The boy’s head was down, though his hands remained fisted in Katsuki’s shirt.
Idly, he began to pet his hair. 
“That’s good, Deku. So good…” He cooed softly. “Yeah, see? You take his cock so
good…” Izuku’s shoulders shook as he sobbed, lowering his head further, like he
wanted to get away from Katsuki’s hand. The blonde held him in place by the
roots of his hair. “Come on, Deku, don’t cry... You should be happy. We’ve
finally found something you’re good for…” 
Izuku wailed, his voice cracking as he vocalized his misery. Katsuki gripped
his thick hair harder, taking out his phone again as he tugged, forcing the
omega to look at him. 
“Smile for the camera, Deku,” he murmured as he began recording. Izuku’s eyes
were teary and unfocused, and it took him a few moments to fully register what
Katsuki was doing, though once he did, he began to twist and turn his head in
the other’s grasp, trying to get away. Trying to hide. “Come on, Deku. You look
so pretty like this.” 
Izuku’s demeanor was hazy and despondent, as though, in his mind, he was fading
in and out of existence cyclically. Wanting to ground him back in reality,
Katsuki reached beneath his shirt and began toying with his nipples, finding
them hard, in spite of the situation. The omega mewled beneath his touch,
arching his chest into Katsuki’s hand even as more tears spilled down his
cheeks.
The man’s thrusts became disjointed and frantic, grunting aggressively as he
scratched his fingernails against Izuku’s hips. The boy choked on his own
moans, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth, and when the alpha came,
shooting his load deep inside, Izuku’s eyes bugged out as he began to squirm.
Katsuki remained hunched over in front of the boy, feeling himself growing hard
at the sight of his struggling. The other alpha was gone soon after. 
Izuku hung limply from the window, staring down at the ground. With a groan,
Katsuki began palming his cock through his pants. Alerted by the sound, Izuku
looked up at his face, then down at his hand, and overall, he seemed only
mildly surprised by this development. 
“...Kacch— Ahn! ” He yelped, suddenly fully alert as yet another pair of hands
started groping his ass. Izuku swallowed. “K-Kacchan…” He began hesitantly,
“I’ve—I’ve le-learned my, uhm, my lesson. Please, hel— Ahh! ” 
The alpha gave no prior warning before brutally shoving into him. Katsuki
rubbed his dick a bit harder, watching the way Izuku just hung there, his body
rocking forward with every thrust. Izuku remained completely limp as he simply
took it, accepting the alpha’s cock inside him without much actual resistance. 
To Katsuki, it almost seemed as though he was beginning to look like
a real omega. 
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It was something like eight men, Katsuki thought. He stopped counting somewhere
along the way, or perhaps they all just blurred together, as he became too
preoccupied with watching Izuku, but it was somewhere around that many when the
inevitable finally happened. Two men showed up at the same time. 
Izuku barely flinched when he felt the first pair of hands on his hips, having
long since become used to it, but with the addition of another two, he snapped
back into reality, his head whipping around as he tried to see behind him. 
“Hey, asshole, wait your damn turn. I was here first.” One of them snapped at
the other. 
“Fuck off, I was here first.” 
The two alphas growled at each other, and it was then that a proverbial
lightbulb illuminated inside Katsuki’s mind.
“Why fight over it?” He called out, prompting the two alphas to look at him
through the gap in the window. Katsuki smirked. “I’m sure this whore’s sloppy
fucking hole can take both of you just fine. Isn’t that right, Deku?” He
grabbed the boy’s chin, sitting up on his knees so that they were eye-level
with one another, and Katsuki had front row seats to the new wave of panic that
overtook Izuku’s features. 
“N-No! please, no. I can’t. I can’t, Kacchan! Please!” He begged, tensing up
and jerking his hips around, trying to shake off the two men’s hands, but to no
avail. Katsuki caught sight of them shrugging. It was almost hilarious how
easily they accepted those conditions. 
The first man pulled Izuku’s hips back as best he could before stepping over
him, his hands gripping the outside edge of the window as he positioned the tip
of his cock at Izuku’s entrance. He slid inside easily, and Katsuki felt
another rush of heat to his groin. The wet, squelching noises were audible even
from the outside.
After he was fully sheathed, the alpha glanced over his shoulder, prompting the
other to line himself up beneath the other man. 
“Please, no, please! I can’t! I can’t I can’t I can ’tIcan’tIcan’tIca—” Izuku
wailed, a scream ripping painfully from within his throat as the second man’s
cock breached his entrance, shoving further and further until both men were
completely inside of him. 
Izuku’s face was pale, his wail dying down until it was just a silent scream, a
look of agony monopolizing his features. Katsuki’s breathing quickly grew
heavy. Without a second thought, he reached down to unbuckle his pants, pulling
out his hard cock and stroking himself fervently as his eyes ate up the image
before him. 
When the men started thrusting, Izuku threw his arms around Katsuki for
support, the noises that came from his throat practically inhuman. With his
free hand, Katsuki began to stroke his back, trying to coax some of the tension
out of him, whispering shhhh in his ear at varying intervals. 
What could he say. Something about watching Izuku taking two dicks
simultaneously made him feel like babying him a bit. 
Katsuki placed soft kisses along the omega’s neck until he had him mewling for
him. The hand on his back rubbed up and down his spine slowly, soothing him. 
“You’re doing so good, Deku. So good for me…” He murmured against his ear.
“Does it hurt, still?” Izuku whimpered as he nodded slowly, his face buried in
his shoulder. “Shhh, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna feel good real soon,
okay? This is what your body’s made for.” 
Katsuki’s hand traced up his spine before coming to rest softly against his
cheek, lifting his face up and looking into his watery, green eyes. He was such
a mess. 
“Just relax,” he whispered. “Can you relax for me, Izuku?”  
The sound of his given name made Izuku tense up briefly, and then he melted
before Katsuki’s eyes. The boy nodded, dazed. Tears continued to trickle from
his eyes, but with a hum of satisfaction, Katsuki closed to distance, kissing
the boy slowly.
Katsuki released his dick, grabbing one of Izuku’s hands and wrapping his small
fingers around his shaft, prompting him to pick up where he left off. With his
hand now free, Katsuki reached up to stroke his hair, drawing softs purrs from
deep within his throat. Izuku broke the kiss with a soft cry, as the two alphas
picked up the pace, jackhammering into his abused hole, already stretched
beyond its limit. 
Katsuki stood up, petting the boy’s hair as Izuku’s gaze followed him up. It
was no coincidence, the way his dick wound up in front of Izuku’s face, and the
omega seemed to realize this as he slowly leaned forward, offering tentative
licks that had Katsuki pulling on the roots of his hair. It was all too much,
and he needed more. 
The boy’s lips closed around the head of his cock as the other two alphas
propelled him forward. With each thrust, Izuku took him deeper, all the while
staring up at Katsuki with this look in his eyes. Something weak, yet hopeful,
and it didn’t take Katsuki’s alpha instincts very long to recognize it for what
it was. A need for approval. 
Katsuki smirked subtly, running his fingers through the boy’s unruly hair, and
when he whispered to him, “good boy,” Izuku’s eyes fell shut in euphoria.
Both alphas were pounding into Izuku’s ass ruthlessly, grunting harshly with
each slap of the hips. Izuku didn’t try to escape when they came inside him,
groaning as they continued fucking him through their orgasms. He kept his eyes
closed, his wet eyelashes shining as more tears spilled from the corners of his
eyes, and more saliva from the corners of his lips. 
After both alphas left, Katsuki pulled out of Izuku’s mouth, circling around
back to the bathroom door. Once he was inside, he shut it behind him, taking a
deep breath and preemptively squeezing the base of his dick as he turned toward
the boy. Had he not been prepared, he was sure the sight before him would’ve
made him come on the spot.
Izuku’s ass was smeared with cum, thick strings of it clinging to his slick-
soaked thighs as it dripped continuously from his loosened hole. He’d long
since given up on trying to stay on his feet, it seemed, instead just lying
limply on the wall, his legs spread wide open as his toes dragged against the
filthy tile floor. There was a small puddle of cum and slick between said legs,
which had likely been accumulating for quite some time. But what really got to
Katsuki was that, on top of all of that, Izuku was still hard.  
Well, I guess I can reward him after all of that…  
Katsuki approached him slowly, placing his hands on his hips softly as his
lined himself up. Izuku whimpered at the touch. 
“Shhhh…” he hushed him, slowly pushing his hips into him. Soon after, was fully
sheathed with no effort at all. 
As Katsuki rocked his cock into him, he reached around and began stroking
Izuku’s dick with purpose, making the boy gasp and choke as he moaned at the
sensation. 
“That’s right,” he mumbled. “Such a good whore. Nngh —just a little more…” He
began thrusting rapidly into Izuku, stroking his dick in time with his thrusts,
and when Katsuki came, shooting deep inside the boy’s hole, Izuku came just a
few strokes later. 
“Mmph, Kacchan…” He moaned, his voice cracking as he spilled shot after shot of
cum against the wall. 
Katsuki stroked him through the aftershocks, his dick twitching in his hand as
he milked out every last drop. He called Izuku’s name a few times afterward,
soon coming to the realization that the boy had passed out. Katsuki sighed,
though honestly, he knew he should’ve expected this. 
He moved about the room swiftly, giving Izuku a very half-assed wipedown before
putting his pants back on. Katsuki got his things together, grabbing Izuku’s
soaked journal and stuffing it in the boy’s bag before turning his attention
back toward the boy. More specifically, the window. 
He pushed up against the window frame, really only intending to get a feel for
just how stuck it was, as it turned out, that was all it took. Katsuki scoffed
to himself as he shoved the window up with what amounted to no effort at
all, grabbing Izuku’s unconscious form and hoisting him up on his back, letting
his head hang over his shoulder. 
Katsuki had a hell of a time maneuvering their bags in a way that made it
possible for him to carry both of them and Izuku at the same time, but
eventually he figured it out, placing them both on the boy’s back before
hitching him back into a piggyback position again. 
He made the trek back home in silence as he wondered what the absolute fuck he
was going to do now. Katsuki planned on taking Izuku back to his place. It was
just easier that way. In fact, nothing about the night ahead of him seemed
particularly difficult at all. The trouble would come when Izuku woke up. 
Katsuki sighed, glancing at the boy’s profile, spotting the scent gland in his
neck peeking from beneath his shirt collar as the moon cast dramatic shadows on
Izuku’s face. 
Maybe if I mark him as my life-long mate while he’s sleeping he won’t call the
cops tomorrow morning.
End Notes
     I think I just like to hurt Deku. He's too cute. He must be
     destroyed. With cock.
     I had a difficult time naming this one. The original google doc is
     titled "Bakugou Katsuki is the reason the aliens won't talk to us,"
     and among friends I generally just refer to this fic as "WALL DEKU"
     because it sounds funny to me out of context.
     Speaking of friends, shout out to my gross pal who gave me the idea
     for this fic in the first place. You know who you are.
     When I first wrote this fic I felt really guilty about it, because
     I'd never actually written blatant noncon before. Now it's
     approximately 50% of what I write, because apparently I'm like, into
     it, now. Fun fact: both this fic and my shota deku fic were written
     at a time when I was not actually into any of those kinks. Started
     from the bottom now we here.
     Anyway, thanks for reading my gross fic. If you've read my other fics
     as well, I can tell you that there probably won't be too many
     surprises in terms of content, now. This is probably as bad as it
     gets, unless my friends can convince me to like vore, or something.
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