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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      shota!cas, angel!cas_-_Freeform, sub!cas, Master!Dean, Master/Pet,
      Discipline, Spanking, Anal_Fingering, Rough_Oral_Sex, Butt_Plugs, Cock
      Cages, Training, One_Shot, Complete
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-20 Words: 2689
****** What's Mine is Mine ******
by MothMeetsFlame
Summary
     Prompt: Dean asks shota!angel!Castiel about the vibrator he found in
     his room. Cas tries to run away, but Dean bends him over his knee and
     spanks him for seeking pleasure from something other than his
     master’s cock.
     “'This, Castiel,' Dean whispered into his angel’s ear. 'This is mine.
     I’m the only one who can touch you like this. I’m the only one who
     can play with this pretty hole. It belongs to me, and I don’t like
     anyone else touching what’s mine, not even you, Angel.'”
Notes
     This was written for two reasons: a prompt from tumblr that I saw and
     just had to fill, and all of the shota!cas I've been reading that's
     left me wanting more. In this fic, I picture Cas around 10-12, but
     definitely no older than that. He is Dean's pet Angel, bought to
     please him sexually. I think I tagged everything, but I'll leave the
     warning anyway.
     WARNING: Contains extreme underage, a Master/pet relationship, and
     punishment/discipline, as well as rough oral sex and maybe a little
     untagged dub-con, depending on your POV on slave 'verse workings. Cas
     is a pet, so he doesn't really need to give consent; Dean has it
     though.
     Read and let me know what you think! Enjoy ;)
See the end of the work for more notes
“Castiel,” Dean called, voice hard. “Come in here, please.”
Cas stepped into his master’s bedroom, eyes downcast. He’d only belonged to
dean for a few short months, but he knew that tone, knew he was in trouble.
“What’s this?”
Cas looked up and blanched at the sight. In his master’s hand was a pink
silicone vibrator, one that he’d been using almost every night to fill him up
when his master finished using his hole. He hated being empty, hated when his
master went to work or was too tired to use his angel properly—not that the
latter happened often, but it was enough that Cas had snuck into the toy box
and taken it to keep him stretched wide when his master couldn’t.
“Castiel,” Dean said, voice hard. “What is this doing out of the toy box?”
Cas’s blush trailed down, painting every inch of his milky white skin a nice
shade of pink. And before Dean could even take in his angel’s bare skin and
flushed cock, Cas was off, running away in shame, hoping that if he could bury
his head in the pillows on his bed, his master wouldn’t see him cry.
Dean caught up to him before he even reached the banister. He lifted the little
angel easily, tossing him over his shoulder and then dropping him on the bed.
Cas couldn’t keep the tears out of his eyes when his master looked at him like
that, like he did something wrong, even if the look was well deserved. He knew
he shouldn’t have done it, but it had felt so good inside of him that he’d
ignored the rules and filled his greedy hole without his master’s permission.
“What is this, Castiel?” Dean asked again, using his whole name like he only
did when he was in trouble.
“It’s… it’s a toy,” Cas muttered, looking down at the bed and sniffling.
Dean nodded. “What’s the rule?”
“Master,” he said.
“I will not repeat myself again, Castiel.”
“Only Master can play with my little boy pussy.” He spread his wings around him
to cover his embarrassment, but pulled them in tight behind his back when he
caught his master’s disapproval
“So what was this doing in your bedroom?”
“I took it,” Cas admitted. “I was so empty, and –and I wanted…” He wiped at his
eyes, catching tears before they fell. His wings twitched in shame, black
feathers flitting nervously against his back.
Dean pursed his lips. “Your pussy belongs to me, Castiel,” he said. “And that
means that I decide when it needs to be filled, not you.”
Cas nodded.
“You know that I can’t just let this slide, right? That you need to have
consequences for your actions?”
Cas nodded again, still too ashamed to look his master in the eye. He felt the
mattress shift as Dean sat on the edge of the bed, not even bothering to look
at him when he ordered, “over my lap, Castiel.”
Cas didn’t hesitate to follow his master’s command. His tiny body fit nicely
over Dean’s thighs, little prick rubbing against the top of Dean’s rough jeans.
The angel wanted nothing more than to rut into them, but he knew that it would
just get him in more trouble. His prick also belonged to his master.
Without warning, Dean’s hand came down on his bare ass in rapid
succession—smack, smack, smack—three times, each strike making him jerk in
surprise. The stinging pains were hot and sharp against him, and Cas knew he
would be red and tender by the time his master was finished.
“You know the rules, Castiel,” Dean said. “This little hole belongs to me and
me only.”
Smack.
Cas sobbed into his master’s lap, wings trembling with the effort it took not
to rut against Dean’s thighs. Shame colored his expression when he remembered
how good it felt to slide the thick vibrator inside his hole, getting himself
off without his master there directing him. “I’m so sorry, Master.”
“This isn’t the first time I’ve caught you—” smack, smack“—but it will sure as
hell be the last,” Dean promised.
The next smack landed lower, striking him on his left thigh where he was the
most tender. Cas couldn’t hold in his cry at the shock of it. He’d been spanked
before—he was still learning after all, needed to be disciplined so he could
remember the rules his master gave him—but it had never been so much and so
hard before. The angel wasn’t sure he could handle it, but before he even
thought of protesting, Dean’s hand came down again, striking his other thigh,
turning it the same burning red.
“Do you understand me, Castiel?” Dean asked, switching his hand from thigh to
thigh, making sure to get every inch of his backside. “This hole is mine.”
Cas gritted his teeth as Dean continued his onslaught, palm coming down hard on
his prettily presented ass. Tears coursed down his eyes, partly in shame for
disobeying his master and partly because of the consecutive strikes against his
sensitive cheeks. Even with the pain, his prick was hard and leaking, and his
hole twitched with a need to be filled.
“I don’t want you even thinking about putting something inside of your pussy
unless I order it.”
He cried out again, wings flapping, as Dean’s hand struck hard and fast in a
particularly painful blow that was sure to have stung Dean's hand, but Dean
didn’t pause. The smacks kept coming, becoming lighter and lighter as time went
on, but no lest painful with the rising tenderness of his bruising flesh.
“Not your fingers—” smack “—not toys—” smack “—nothing but my cock—” smack,
smack “—and whatever else I decide to stuff you with—”
Cas was outright sobbing now, unable to hold in anything as his master pummeled
his ass, punishing him for his disobedience.
Then, as quickly as it began, it was over. His master’s hands massaged over the
sensitive skin, pulling low moans from the angel in a mix of pleasure and pain
that was so hot and tingly that it threatened to bring him to climax.
Cas whimpered when a probing finger slipped inside of him, crooking just next
to his prostate so that he could feel it, but not strongly, not even close to
enough. His master stayed there, nearly touching that one spot, just playing
with his angel’s hole, listening to him whine and gasp with every movement as
pleasure coursed through him, taking him higher and higher, but not nearly
enough to fall over.
“This, Castiel,” Dean whispered into his angel’s ear. “This is mine. I’m the
only one who can  touch you like this. I’m the only one who can play with this
pretty hole. It belongs to me, and I don’t like anyone else touching what’s
mine, not even you, Angel.”
Cas screamed when the finger found his prostate.
“This is myhole to play with and fuck as I please, and if I tell you not to
touch,” Dean said. “Then you don’t touch.”
Dean pulled his finger from Cas’s hole and watched it shrink down to a tiny
pink pucker.
“I’m sorry,” Cas keened. “I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” Dean said soothingly. “But your behavior was unacceptable. I
don’t want it to happen again.”
“It won’t,” Cas promised. “No one but you, Master.”
“Good boy.”
Cas keened at the praise and two thick fingers found their way into his hole,
stretching him just that little bit wider for his master’s hard cock. His wings
twitched as the fingers twisted and quirked, fucking in and out of him, but
never brushing against that spot again, never enough to have him coming.
“Down,” Dean ordered, and even though Cas had disobeyed, he was still a well-
trained angel, and he knew just what his master wanted.
Ignoring the fingers as much as he could so that he wouldn’t come before he was
allowed, Cas scoot himself further down Dean’s lap until his mouth was on par
with his master’s clothed cock. Using his teeth, Cas quickly unzipped the jeans
to release it, letting it fall half-hard against his cheek.
Cas licked his lips happily, knowing that he was being given the chance to
redeem himself in his master’s eyes. He could do this, please his master and
earn his forgiveness.
Cas licked the slit only once before taking his master’s shaft into his mouth.
Dean wasn’t gasping or moaning yet, so Cas kept at it. He licked under the bulb
of the reddened head before sliding the cock further unto his mouth until it
pressed against his throat.
He sucked gently and moaned to send vibrations through his master’s cock,
loving the way he was forced to open his jaw wider to accommodate the
thickening shaft. His neck hurt with the movement and every thrust had him
nearly choking, but he kept at it, bobbing his head up and down while Dean
played with his hole.
Dean’s cock was large, much larger than he was able to take, but Cas tried as
best as he could, choking down more than half of the thick shaft before he had
to pull back for air and try again.
He tried, really tried, to force his master’s cock down his throat, wanting to
take him all the way, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t do it.
He choked on Dean’s cock, and his eyes watered with the intrusion, his own
little prick throbbing with need, wings straining, hole twitching around his
master’s thick fingers—three of them now.
And then they were gone, removed while Cas continued sucking his master down.
His hole twitched around the empty space his master had once occupied, ass
wiggling in an attempt to find the thick fingers, but he wasn’t able to do
anything but sway as he sucked on his master’s cock.
He let out a noise of disappointment just before his mouth was impaled.
His master’s hands held tight to his short black hair and pulled him down onto
his cock, not bothering to bring him back up when he gagged and spluttered. He
just held Cas there with his lips pressed tight against he short black hairs at
his master’s naval, choking on the thick shaft that had taken residence in his
convulsing throat.
His master groaned then, as the muscles contracted around him, trying to force
the intrusion out so that he could breathe. Spit filled every uncompromising
inch that was left in his mouth, overflowing and dripping down his chin.
It was then that his master pulled back to allow the angel to breathe.
Cas coughed roughly and breathed in a haggard lungful of air before he took the
hardened shaft back into his mouth, sucking his master’s cock like a pro even
though he’d only been doing it for two months.
Dean’s grip never left the back of his head, never stopped forcing cock down
his throat with powerful thrusts that left him feeling used and sore.
He knew his master was close, could feel the tightening of his groin beneath
his lips and the way his hips thrust offbeat, stuttering as he gasped. Cas
moaned long and loud, the vibrations forcing Dean to climax, hot and dirty into
his mouth.
If he thought his master would pull out enough to allow him to swallow, he was
wrong. Cas’s throat twitched in desperation as a flow of come flooded his
throat, choking him, making him cough, each clenching of the muscles drawing
more and more come from the hard shaft in his mouth.
Then his master pulled him off of his cock and lifted him up on the bed until
he was kneeling back in he center, waiting for his master’s orders.
Cas was thankful for the small break he had to catch his breath, but it was
only seconds later that Dean was there, toying with his hole again, forcing his
fingers in fast and deep, rubbing directly against his prostate in a way that
had Cas shooting almost immediately onto the bed.
He panted, trying to breathe correctly. Every muscle in his body was sore in a
way it hadn’t been since Dean had bought him months ago to begin his training.
“I don’t know if I can trust you, Cas,” Dean stated, getting up off of the bed.
“Not yet, anyway.”
Cas looked down in shame. After everything that had taken place, all Cas could
feel was regret for not following his master’s orders. Master took such good
care of him, and his greedy little hole just hadn’t been satisfied with that.
It was shameful.
“And even though you went behind my back, I think you’re right. Your little
hole needs to be filled, even when I’m not home.”
Blue eyes widened in surprise and sought out his master’s, but Dean wasn’t
looking at him. Instead, he was looking toward the dresser where an
unremarkable black plastic bag sat perched precariously close to the edge.
Dean rummaged through it, and pulled out a medium-sized black dildo and
something else that Cas couldn’t make out. His master’s eyes were stern when he
brought them to the bed.
“Your pretty little hole belongs to me, Cas. I understand why you broke the
rules, and I forgive you, but you need to learn that nothing fills you up
unless I allow it.”
Dean coated the black dildo in lube and slid it quickly into Cas’s stretched
out hole. He gasped at the feel of it spreading him wide. Six inches was
nothing compared to the length of his master’s cock, but it was much longer
than the fingers could reach and he felt split open by it in the best of ways.
He closed his eyes and gasped as it rubbed against his prostate, hips and wings
twitching in tandem with the movement.
He felt his master’s hand on his soft prick, then something cold and
unrelenting against it, pushing and pulling so quickly that he didn’t even
realize that he was trapped until he heard the click.
His eyes opened to pink plastic covering his prick like an unyielding net,
confining it in a way that had him unable to harden. Something tight and hard
clung tight to the base of his shaft, squeezing his balls. Even though he was
small, he could feel it in the tightness of his groin, the inability to gain an
erection.
Castiel gasped as his master’s fingers probed his perineum, poking and prodding
the base of the thick dildo until there was a snap, the sudden movement forcing
his hips to jerk as he cried out. Then another snap at his cock, something
going around his waist, trailing up to fit tight around his wings.
He didn’t understand what was happening, why his master had filled him up like
he wanted only to torture him like this.
“I’m sorry,” Cas sobbed. “I said I won’t do it again.”
“Shhh,” Dean said, petting his hair. “It’s just for training. When you can
learn not to touch, it’ll get better.”
Cas nodded his understanding even as he fell forward onto his hands and knees,
hips gyrating to find friction somewhere, anywhere.
“Look so pretty like this, Angel,” Dean praised. He ran his hand down Cas’s
back and tapped the hard silicone shaft inside of him.
Cas screamed at the pleasure of it, unable to do anything but wish that his
master would do something to alleviate the need. But Dean didn’t do anything.
He stood up and tucked himself back in, zipping up and putting on a shirt
before he turned back to the bed.
Cas couldn’t take it. He reached behind him to fuck himself on the dildo,
surprised to find that it wouldn’t move more than a half-inch—not anywhere near
enough to grant him release.
“Can’t take it out, even if you try,” his master said, smirking. “That hole is
mine, Cas,” he repeated. “The sooner you learn that, the better off you’ll be.”
 
End Notes
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     completely Destiel fic, so I'm looking for some input with this one.
     Let me know what you think :)
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m him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I must look pretty bad.”
“Idiot,” Bakugou said, leaning over him. He lowered his own head and kissed
Midoriya’s forehead, and when he didn’t flinch away, pressed another kiss to
his cheek, and then the side of his mouth. He felt his own hormones flare up,
something fiercely protective sparking into life again as it had when he
watched that terrible video.
Midoriya’s face relaxed. “Oh, you - you smell good. I missed this.”
“Move over,” Bakugou said, hoping as he said it that it was the right thing.
Midoriya hesitated, but after a moment he awkwardly shuffled to one side,
wincing as he moved. Bakugou kicked off his shoes and climbed up beside him,
patting his chest for Midoriya to lay his head down.
“Don’t get close if you don’t want to,” he said almost angrily.
“No, I - I want to.”
Slowly, Midoriya settled against him, and Bakugou wrapped his arms around
Midoriya’s chest. He didn’t squeeze as hard as he wanted to in case he hurt him
worse, but Midoriya didn’t seem to share those concerns. He buried his banged
up face into Bakugou’s chest and his fingers clutched at Bakugou’s shirt. He’d
obviously been given a bath, probably by his mom, given that he no longer
smelled like he’d been tied up and used by a whole gang of villains for a week.
He still smelled kind of sour from fear and injury but that too started to ease
as he relaxed into Bakugou’s arms, a familiar sweetness rounding out his scent.
“Thank you,” Midoriya mumbled into his chest. “I - I was so scared nobody would
find me.” He sniffed, and Bakugou felt his chest hitch with a sob. “I tried so
many times to get out.”
“There were too many of them,” Bakugou said in a voice that was almost a growl.
“You couldn’t have gotten out, but it’s okay because I’m gonna find them all
and rip their arms off and make them watch.”
Midoriya let out a weak laugh, which turned into a sob, and then he was all out
crying, clinging to Bakugou as he sobbed into his shirt.
“Such a crybaby,” Bakugou said fondly, hugging him more tightly. It was wrong,
but he could feel himself reacting to Midoriya’s closeness. The awareness of
him being close to other alphas, that someone had staked a claim on what was
his, it was filling him with the need to fight back. To take what was his and
make sure everyone knew who Midoriya really belonged to.
“Kacchan?” Midoriya murmured at last, wiping his nose on Bakugou’s shirt.
Gross.
“What.”
“Are you - you’re hard aren’t you?”
Bakugou felt heat rush to his head and his cock. “Don’t be stupid, Deku.”
“You are,” Midoriya insisted, and reached down between them. “Ah, I knew it, I
could smell you.”
“I can’t fuckin help it,” Bakugou snarled. “It’s natural, they - they screwed
with you and I need to put it right.”
Midoriya swallowed loudly. “Y-you can if you want.”
“No, shut the fuck up, I’m not - not in this state, you don’t need that.”
Midoriya tucked his face against Bakugou’s chest so that his voice was totally
muffled. “You don’t want me now.”
“Idiot,” Bakugou snapped, giving him a shake, though he was care not to do it
too hard. “I want to but I’m not gonna force myself on you like those shitty
villains.”
Silence followed his words, then Midoriya sniffed loudly. "Th-thank you," he
wailed, clutching Bakugou's shirt so tightly he pulled it all out of shape.
"Yeah, yeah," Bakugou grumbled. "Get some fuckin sleep already, I'm not going
anywhere."
Midoriya nodded, though it took much longer for him to finally settle, and
Bakugou’s shirt was wet with tears and snot before Midoriya finally fell
asleep. Bakugou was too angry to fall asleep easily, but after the exhaustion
of the past few days. He’d barely rested from the moment Midoriya was taken
until until he’d been found, and the soft purr of his omega sleeping soundly on
his chest slowly relaxed him into sleep.
It was still dark when he woke again. He wasn't sure what had woken him at
first and he looked around the room in panic, but they were alone, and safe,
and he relaxed back against the bed. Then he felt Midoriya shiver in his arms,
his body moving against Bakugou's with small, subtle movements. Bakugou knew
only too well what that meant.
"Of all the fucking times to get your heat," he grumbled, running his fingers
through Midoriya's messy hair and finding it damp with sweat. Midoriya's scent
was faint, but Bakugou could smell that bittersweet twist it got when he had a
true heat. "Hey, Deku," he whispered, shaking Midoriya. "Izuku, you fucking
idiot, wake up."
Midoriya blinked awake, fingers clenching in Bakugou's shirt. "Kacchan?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Oh thank goodness," Midoriya sighed, exhaling heavily. "I had a dream."
"Nope, no dreams," Bakugou said angrily. "You're here now and you're all mine."
Midoriya nodded, and licked his lips. "Are you uh, am I…did they give me
something?"
"No, dumbass," Bakugou growled. "You're getting your heat."
"Oh," Midoriya sighed, expression falling. He reached a hand behind himself and
pushed it into his pajama pants, feeling down between his legs. "Oh, it…it's
wet, but it still hurts."
"I'll go sleep somewhere else," Bakugou said, even though the thought of
leaving Midoriya alone made him want to murder someone. He needed to stay, he
needed to mark Midoriya and claim him again, stuff him with his cock and make
sure nobody could breed his beautiful, stupid baby but him.
"No!" Midoriya cried when Bakugou started to pull away. "I can't get through
this without you, don't go."
"I don't wanna hurt you."
"You won't," Midoriya insisted. "I trust you, Kacchan."
"Idiot," Bakugou muttered, and pulled him closer to kiss him. Midoriya froze
against him at first, so Bakugou loosened his hold on Midoriya's shoulders.
“Too much?” he mumbled against Midoriya’s lips.
Midoriya shivered. “Sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t fuckin apologize,” Bakugou said fiercely. “You take the lead, come on.”
Nodding, Midoriya pushed Bakugou flat and slowly slid over on top of him. He
was wearing a loose fitting set of pajamas, the fabric soft under Bakugou’s
fingers. He kept his hands on Midoriya’s thighs, holding him gently, but
Midoriya shuffled closer, until he was straddling Bakugou’s hips.
“Deku,” Bakugou groaned, feeling the heat of his pussy through their clothes.
“Are you fuckin sure about this?”
Midoriya nodded again and grinded down against him. “Ka-Kacchan, mm - more.”
“You gonna take these off?” Bakugou gritted out, stroking his hands over
Midoriya’s pajama clad thighs.
After a moment’s hesitation Midoriya nodded again and pushed himself up to his
knees so that Bakugou could strip him. Midoriya wasn’t really hard, his little
cock lying limp against his thigh, but slick was staining his pajamas and
running down his legs. And the smell of him was overwhelming without his
clothes covering it up. Bakugou moaned at the first whiff of it, and pulled
Midoriya up by his hips so that he could put his face down there.
“Tell me if I should stop,” he said, voice muffled by Midoriya’s stomach.
“N-no,” Midoriya gasped. “Don’t s-stop.”
Bakugou tugged Midoriya up again, holding his hips to support him above his
face. He darted his tongue out first, licking at the head of Midoriya’s cock
and taking it in his mouth for a few moments. Midoriya didn’t get hard but he
didn’t all the time anyway, that was okay. Midoriya made a soft, longing noise,
and Bakugou released him and dived down further, rubbing his lips over
Midoriya’s pussy, darting his tongue out to taste him.
“K-Kacchan,” Midoriya gasped. A rush of slick drenched Bakugou’s face, and he
grinned and tightened his grip on Midoriya’s hips. He loved eating Midoriya
out, and if this was all they got to do tonight he’d be more than satisfied
with that. He pushed his tongue inside then drew back, sucking at the plump
outer lips of Midoriya’s pussy, then licking a stripe up his cock again.
“N-need you, Kacchan,” Midoriya moaned, tangling his fingers in Bakugou’s hair.
“Need your kn-knot.”
Bakugou pulled back, breathing hard. “You sure?”
“Don’t wanna - remember before,” Midoriya said in a shaky voice.
“Okay, okay,” Bakugou said in the most soothing tone he could manage. His chest
was burning with rage at the mention of what had happened, at the overwhelming
need to track down Midoriya’s captors and make them pay, but he had a
quivering, needy omega in his arms which would always take priority.
Midoriya started to shift down again, moving to straddle his hips, but Bakugou
suddenly swore. “Shit, I don’t have any condoms.”
“Don’t want them,” Midoriya said firmly.
Bakugou winced. “Don’t be stupid, Deku. What if I knock you up?”
“Don’t care,” Midoriya said, sounding almost angry. He yanked Bakugou’s
underwear down and lowered himself, grinding his slick pussy on Bakugou’s dick.
“Ahh - don’t care, Kacchan - just want you.”
“You’re gonna regret it later,” Bakugou said, but his will was crumbling.
Midoriya felt so good moving against him, his thick, sweet scent soothing
Bakugou’s frayed nerves and softening the edges of his anger. “F-fuck, Izuku -”
“Knot me,” Midoriya moaned, grinding against him. “Breed me, Katsuki.”
Bakugou gritted his teeth, throwing his head back against the pillow. “Izuku,”
he growled.
Midoriya reached down between them, grasping Bakugou’s cock in his hand. The
feel of him gripping it coated in slick was too good, Bakugou thrust up into
his grasp without meaning to. And then Midoriya was guiding the thick head of
Bakugou’s cock to his pussy and pushing down. He cried out as it breached him,
but didn’t stop pushing, sinking down until Bakugou was filling him, stuffed to
the hilt.
“Does it hurt?” Bakugou asked, grabbing Midoriya’s face. His eyes were shut
tight, his lip caught between his teeth, reminding Bakugou too much of the way
he’d looked when they gave him the drug in the video. “Hey, idiot, does it
fucking hurt?”
"N-not more than the first time," Midoriya said, which was bullshit because
Bakugou knew the first time had hurt a lot, even if Midoriya had hidden it back
then.
"Go slow, dumbass," Bakugou said angrily. He slid his hand around to the back
of Midoriya's neck and pulled him down to kiss him, forcing himself to be
slower and gentler than he wanted to be. The urge to snap his hips up, to fill
that incredible heat with his own was overwhelming. They'd never fucked without
a condom before, and Bakugou wasn't sure he'd be able to go back after the raw
sensation of Midoriya's pussy clenching and pulsing around his cock with
nothing in between.
Midoriya apparently agreed because he moaned against his mouth, and started to
move his hips slightly. "F-feels good," he moaned.
Bakugou slid his arms around Midoriya’s chest and clutched him tightly. “Take
it easy, stupid.”
“I’m fine,” Midoriya gasped, moving against him more eagerly. “I can take it.”
“I know you can fuckin take it,” Bakugou growled.
Midoriya dragged his mouth over Bakugou’s throat, his lips and tongue hot.
“Katsuki - mm, mark me, please -”
Bakugou brushed the hair away from Midoriya’s neck, and his blood boiled when
he saw the faded bite marks there. “Those fuckin bastards,” he snarled, fingers
clenching tight in Midoriya’s shoulder. “I’ll kill them.”
Midoriya moaned. “Katsuki.”
“You like that?” Bakugou murmured, scraping his teeth lightly over the side of
Midoriya’s neck.
“I-I like it when you get possessive,” Midoriya breathed, tilting his head to
one side, offering up the scent gland beneath his left ear. “Kacchan, please.”
Bakugou clamped his hand around the back of Midoriya's neck and bit him hard,
moaning when he felt Midoriya shudder and cry out, and his pussy got so tight
and wet. Bakugou instinctively snapped his hips up to chase the sensation and
Midoriya pushed down against him, his breaths coming hard.
"Izuku," Bakugou growled against his ear. He bit the side of Midoriya's cheek,
fucking him with long slow motions.
"Kacchan," Midoriya cried, closing his knees more tightly either side of
Bakugou's hips. "Fuck me - breed me, please -"
"Fuck," Bakugou shouted, and with a Herculean effort he pulled Midoriya off his
lap and threw him onto the bed beside him. "Turn over, come on, it'll be easier
to knot you -"
He stopped talking when he felt how Midoriya had tensed up, going stiff and
silent beside him.
"Deku, hey, the fuck is going on?"
Midoriya shook his head. His chest hitched, and it took Bakugou a minute to
realize he wasn't crying but hyperventilating, his lungs seizing as his throat
hiccuped.
"Izuku," Bakugou growled, leaning closer. Midoriya flinched away, and Bakugou
covered his face with his hand for a long moment. "Okay," he said eventually as
he looked at Midoriya again. "I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? I won't even touch
you, but you gotta breathe."
Midoriya turned wide eyes on him. He looked scared and half out of his mind.
Bakugou wasn't even sure he'd heard properly.
"Izuku," he said again, trying to force his voice to sound gentle. It wasn't
easy. "Can you hear me?" Midoriya nodded. "Good, then try and take a deep
breath for me. You're safe here, and I'll kill anyone who tries to get through
that fucking door, okay? You're safe."
Still nodding, Midoriya took several shaky breaths, until his breathing finally
began to even out into something almost normal. He was crying now, tears
running down his face to the pillow, soaking into his hair.
"Ka-Ka-K -"
"I'm here," Bakugou said, stretching out one hand. He was careful not to touch
Midoriya with any part of his body, but as soon as he reached out Midoriya
seized his hand tightly and began to sob.
"Hey," Bakugou said softly, reaching for him slowly. "Hey, crybaby. Can I touch
you?"
Midoriya nodded and a relieved Bakugou pulled him into his arms. He cradled
Midoriya against his chest and ran his fingers through his hair.
"S-sorry," Midoriya stuttered.
"Shut up," Bakugou said, hugging him more tightly. "Those villains should be
apologizing not you."
"Okay," Midoriya mumbled.
"Yeah." Bakugou kissed the top of Midoriya's head and rocked him in his arms.
"So not from behind, huh?"
Midoriya tensed again. "Not…from behind," he agreed softly.
"That's okay," Bakugou muttered, slowly counting in his head how many different
ways he was going to make Midoriya's attackers suffer before he tore their
heads off. Castration was going to feature strongly. "Let's try it again
another day."
"But I want to," Midoriya said, that same infuriating defiance that Bakugou had
always hated about him until he came to appreciate it.
Bakugou groaned. "You never give up, fuck."
"Kacchan -"
"Alright, alright," Bakugou snapped, pushing Midoriya away from him slightly,
and reaching down for his own cock. "You can have my knot, and that's it."
It was hard at first to get himself back in the mood. Midoriya's terror and the
reminder of what had been done to him had killed Bakugou's boner, but
Midoriya's heat was slowly taking them both over again, Midoriya's eyes getting
hazy while his scent came stronger. And then his hand joined Bakugou's on his
cock, stroking him hard, working to get him off quickly.
As they worked, Midoriya started to touch himself through his shirt absently,
fingers rubbing back and forth over his nipple. Inspired, Bakugou leaned over
and laved it with his tongue, taking the pebbled skin in his mouth and sucking
it through Midoriya's shirt.
"Oh, K-Katsuki," Midoriya moaned, pressing his chest up against Bakugou's face.
His fingers squeezed Bakugou's cock more tightly.
"I'm gonna come," Bakugou choked out, feeling pleasure rush down his spine,
lingering in his balls and the base of his stomach. "Deku, if you want -"
"I want, I want," Midoriya gasped, shuffling down on the bed. He hitched his
thigh around Bakugou's hip, hand fumbling on his cock. And then he was guiding
it in, and Bakugou felt that raw wet heat surround him again.
"Fuck, Deku," he groaned, clutching Midoriya tighter. "Fuck, I'm gonna knot -"
He could already feel it swell as he fucked Midoriya with short, swallow
strokes, catching each time he moved in and out. And then he was coming,
burying himself deep in Midoriya's pussy and biting down on that same bruised
spot on his neck, his knot swelling and tying them together.
"Kacchan," Midoriya moaned softly, hands stroking Bakugou's back and the nap of
his neck. "Kacchan…"
"You're mine," Bakugou said in a choked voice, hiding his burning eyes in
Midoriya's neck. "You're mine."
End Notes
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