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Bakugou Katsuki’s got two problems. And google really hasn’t been any help. He’s too fucking young to be dealing with something like erectile dysfunction, but he just...hasn’t been able to get it up for any of his girlfriends. He was fine jerking off alone, but...with girls? It wasn’t working lately. That was his first problem. The second was the fact that he had all of this anger in him and nothing to direct it at. He supposed maybe, potentially, that he was angry at himself for not being able to have sex with girls anymore. It was causing a lot of sexual frustration for him, and yeah, it was pretty shit to not be able to do it anymore.

Not only that, but before his most recent girlfriends could realize he was having problems...he’d dumped them. He’d gotten by focusing on only their pleasure and making them cum with his fingers and tongue until they had to ask for a break. He spewed some bullshit to them about how making them cum was enough– but it really wasn’t.

And word was getting around, about him being a player and all. Of course, he’d never been serious about his girlfriends, but...rumors were not things he liked to deal with.

“Do you think he’s trying to beat a record or something, dating someone new every week?” he overheard.

The blonde gritted his teeth, but elected to keep walking.

“He’s obviously just over-compensating for his small dick.”

Katsuki whipped around on his heel and stormed toward the direction of the voice. It belonged to some short little nerd who had no business running his mouth. The blonde gripped the collar of his shirt, and the hallway fell quiet.

“You wanna say that again, pipsqueak?”

The boy went wide-eyed, looking Katsuki over once.

“I-I…”

“Go ahead, say it again.”

“I said you were o...overcompensating for having a small dick.”

Katsuki felt a rush, watching this boy squirm on his tiptoes, freckled face turning pink as he spoke.

“It isn’t small, Nerd. I can literally prove it to you.”

The smaller boy snorted.

“Is that supposed to be an invitation?”

Katsuki let go and shoved him against the locker, distancing himself.

“Fuck no! I’m not fucking gay.”

The kid shrugged.

“I am.”

Katsuki didn’t know where this newfound… confidence was coming from, but he didn’t like it at all. Especially not coming from a queer.

“Anyway, it’s good to know you’re the type of guy who gets defensive just from a joke about dick-size. Are you that fragile, Kacchan?”

The blonde was flabbergasted. ’Kacchan’?! What the fuck kind of nickname was that?

“Do you have any idea who you’re talking to?”

“Yeah, I do! You’re Bakugou Katsuki,” he replied, dusting himself off. “Senior, eighteen, no real hobbies or anything, but you’re talented at everything. Word of mouth travels quickly in the freshman class, especially on the first day!”

“Midoriya! Don’t provoke him, you’re weak!” the kid’s brunette friend hissed.

“You should listen to your friend,” the blonde advised.

“Something tells me you don’t have the balls to be a real bully, Kacchan.”

Oh, first the shitty nerd called his dick small and now he was saying he ‘didn’t have the balls to be a bully’?

Katsuki stepped toward the freshman. He took a step back.

“Name.”

It was a demand.

“Mi- uh, Mi-Midoriya Izuku…” the boy stuttered.

There. That stuttering, the quivering of his lips...that was the proper response. Not fucking defiance.

“You want a bully? I’ll show you a fucking bully, Nerd. You better hope to god we don’t share any electives.”

The kid paled, as if he had only just realized the repercussions of his actions. Well, it was too late for him now. Now Katsuki would have a solution to one of his problems. Something to take his anger out on.

“Oh, and...you’re Deku, from now on. Fitting for someone as useless as you, right?”

Katsuki smirked and strutted away. At least now he felt lighter!

He walked up the steps and grunted as he felt a weight from behind tackle him. The blonde stumbled.

“How many times have I told you you’re too fucking massive to jump on me like that, Shitty Hair??”

“Hey, Bakugou!”

The blonde rolled his eyes.

“Get off.”

Kirishima let go of him, taking his place beside the guy as they walked together.

“We’re in the same homeroom again this year, right?”

“Yep. As long as Soy Sauce and the Alien aren’t also there, we should be having a peaceful year.”

Speak of the devils. Sero and Mina waved at them excitedly before bounding over like a pair of puppies. Katsuki was surprised at how he had managed to attract so many fucking imbeciles as friends, but he cared for them nonetheless.

“Katsuki! We’re all in the same class!! Even Kaminari!”

“Who’s that again?”

“Kirishima’s crush,” Pinkie teased, making kissy noises at him.

“Oh. Is Kaminari that dark-haired girl?”

“...Bakugou...you know I like guys, right?”

“Uh...no, but I don’t care, really.”

“Sounds kinda like you do?”

Katsuki didn’t respond. He was fine with gay people! Sort of. Just as long as it wasn’t in his face, twisting his gut and making him want to scream. And he couldn’t be gay. Other people could be gay, just...not him.

“Dude, you look kind of down. You been getting off properly?” Ashido asked.

She never had tact, did she?

“No, actually.”

“I mean you’ve only been dating girls recently...maybe try a guy?” Sero suggested.

Katsuki’s stomach flipped and the thought of it made him sick. The little pipsqueak he met this morning flashed in his mind.

“No, thanks. I’ll just get my kicks out of bullying the freshmen.”

Kirishima sighed. He didn't approve.

“What? It’s not like I ever make you guys do anything!”

“Yeah, ‘cause we’re your friends, not your damned lackeys.”

“It’s not my fault other kids wanna follow me just because I’m strong enough to beat them up!”

Pinkie rolled her eyes.

“Do you have any idea how absolutely lame that sounds?”

“Shut up. It keeps me sane in this hellhole of a school. Plus, not like my house is any better.”

With a collective sigh from his friends, Katsuki crossed his arms and chose to go on with his decision.

“Besides, one of the freshmen pissed me off today. He even told me I don’t have the balls to be a ‘real’ bully. Fuckin’ asking for it.”

Plain Face raised his eyebrows.

“What?” Katsuki snarled. “You gonna tell me not to bully the little shit who’s testing me?”

“Bakugou...you know you don’t have to ace it, right?” Sero questioned.

“I’m tired of your quips, Soy Sauce.”

Mina waved her hand, as if to swat away the notion.

“It’s no use, Hanta. Katsuki’s too proud not to.”

Katsuki crossed his arms. Of course he was. He was done with his friends scolding him, so he was thankful when the bell rang. So much for having peace and quiet at any point in his last year. He got out his books and prepared to do some learning, lamenting the fact that he didn’t have a choice, thanks to being an only child and his parents having ridiculously high expectations for him.

Classes were fine for the first half of the day, easy as they always were, with the exception of him being kind enough to explain things to his stupid friends when they asked.

It was really too bad that he wouldn’t extend that same kindness to Deku.

During lunch, Katsuki sat with his friends, but he was oddly on edge. He was anticipating what he’d do next time he saw the little nerd. Flip up his food tray? Shove it in his face?

“So Katsuki... What’s your new target like?”

“Huh? He’s a fuckin’ nerd. What do you mean?”

Mina sighed.

“No, like...is he cute?”

“‘Cute’?! I don’t think of guys like that. I don’t even know how to measure a guy’s attractiveness.”

Mina, Sero, and Kirishima all shared a knowing look.

“But you know you’re attractive,” Kirishima pointed out.

“Yeah, ‘cause everyone wants to hop on my dick.”

“So do you think Kiri and I are ugly?” Sero asked.

“No. You’re my friends.”

“Then, what about me??” Mina inquired, animatedly.

Katsuki clicked his tongue.

“Pretty, but never in a million years would I want you.”

“I’ll take it. Do you actually want girls, Katsuki?”

Katsuki scowled at the girl.

“Fuck you mean? Everyone wants girls. Girls are cute, they smell nice, they’re nice to be around– except you, of course– and I…” the blonde lost his train of thought after spotting a certain freckled boy. “...like fucking them… probably.”

‘Probably’?! What the fuck was he saying? It wasn’t ‘probably,’ he did like fucking girls. They were soft...curvy… and the longer he thought about it, the more nauseous he felt.

Ugh. Gross.

He looked up to find the nerd near his table and stuck his leg out.

Disgusting.

Deku tripped, then their eyes met. Katsuki smirked as everything went into slow-motion. Deku, looking away from him as he desperately tried to catch his bento, clearly made by Mommy Dearest. His look of pure despair when it hit the floor, the view of the boy grovelling beneath him. Katsuki liked it.

Deku looked up at him. But he wasn’t disheartened. He didn’t look sad anymore.

Gross.

He looked angry.

It made Katsuki’s heart stop. He didn’t get it. Why wasn’t he sad? Upset? Crying? He didn’t have a right to look angry, not at Katsuki. Not with his stupid small frame and those fucking bug-eyes. Katsuki wanted to wipe that look off his face. The blonde stood from his seat.

“The fuck you lookin’ at?”

Deku got up slowly from the floor, dusting himself off. He stared up at the blonde with this glimmer in his eyes that could only be described as defiance.

Fuckin’ gross. Katsuki couldn’t stand that look.

“I’m looking at the idiot who tripped me,” Deku countered through gritted teeth.

“Idiot?” Katsuki repeated, with the sort of slowness that showed he’d never been insulted before.

“Yeah, Kacchan. You’re an idiot if you think this is enough to get to me.”

Katsuki sucked in a breath. He wanted to punch him so badly. Where the fuck did he get this stupid confidence from? Katsuki gripped the collar of the boy’s shirt for the second time that day, ensuring to get in his face as he spat out his next words.

“Oh, this is only the beginning, Shitty Nerd.”

It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise.

Katsuki let him go. Deku walked away without another word, going into the cafeteria line to get himself a replacement meal.

“Really, Katsuki?”

“‘Kacchan’?! That’s fucking hilarious.”

“Laugh, and I’ll neuter you with my bare hands, Hanta.”

“Sheesh. Fine. But I gotta say...he’s really cute, that ‘Shitty Nerd’ guy.”

Katsuki whipped his head around to Sero, as if he’d grown another head.

“‘Cute’? That little shit?”

“Is that not why you’re bullying him? He looks like a pretty crier.”

Katsuki opened his mouth to retort, but couldn’t find anything of substance to say.

“Wanting to see someone cry is different from thinking they’re pretty,” he finally said.

“For a sadist like you? It’s the same.”

Katsuki mused over the statement. Sure, he did want to see Deku cry, but he didn’t think he’d look pretty. Well...he’d much prefer it over that look of defiance...those fiery eyes pissed him off. It made Katsuki want to break him.

“It’s not like that. I’m not like that. Besides, he’s like, fourteen.”

“If age was really an issue for you, then wouldn’t you feel bad about bullying him as well?”

Katsuki wanted to retort, but he really had nothing to say. Damn his friends for being entirely unaffected by his outbursts of anger.

“Exactly,” Sero added, rubbing salt into the wound of Katsuki’s now bruised ego.

“Well fine, but...I’m just bullying the guy ‘cuz he pissed me off and I liked the way he looked when he was scared.”

“Listen to yourself. You just said you liked the way he looked.”

“When he was scared!!”

“Is that different??”

“It is!”

Katsuki’s friends decided to give up the argument. The blonde was stubborn, anyway, and it was kind of no use for him to say so. Nothing they said or did would convince him otherwise at this point.

And now, unfortunately for Deku, Katsuki was frustrated. Again. And was plotting to take it out on a certain kid the next time he saw him. But maybe not directly. And not yet. He wanted to hit Deku where it hurt, so he needed to gather intel. Some of the kids from his middle school had transferred here this year, so he could probably ask them about his new target. He’d be ready for the kid tomorrow, he guessed.

What he hadn’t been expecting was for the thing plaguing his minds to be in his gym class– or rather, Katsuki had been placed in a gym class full of freshmen because he’d failed it by skipping out one too many times his first year and now needed the damn course to graduate. When he spotted him, green hair and freckled face and wide eyes– the boy was clearly unhappy to see him. He looked so timid that way, avoiding his gaze like a scared little bunny who thinks you can’t see them if they don’t draw attention to themselves.
Naturally, Katsuki thought he looked better like this, than those moments when he’d looked defiant. But those moments were something akin to thrilling, maybe. Lit him up like a match. Made him feel better than he had in weeks.

“Oh, it’s you again,” he said, cockily.

Deku frowned.

“Wh-What are you doing here? This is a first-year class.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“And I’m in it ‘cause I need the damn thing to graduate. Wouldn’t be around a bunch of newborns if I had a choice.”

“You really think you’re sooo much better because you’re a senior, don’t you?”

“No, I think I’m better because I’m Bakugou Katsuki.”

Deku scoffed.

“We’re not babies. And you...you really need to keep your ego in check, Kacchan.”

“Hah??”

Katsuki was upset and delighted and confused at the whirlwind of emotions swarming within him. He realized he liked bantering with Deku. Just a bit. But mostly, it pissed him off and made him want to pummel the boy.

“I could fucking ruin you, you know.”

“At least then I’d be put out my misery. People have always done this to me, y’know. You’re not special. They either make fun of me for being trans or bisexual or both. Y-You’re not getting under my skin, Kacchan.”

Katsuki could see he was already there by the way Deku’s eyes wouldn’t meet his. He smirked.

“You’re so fickle. You bicker with me and then retreat when you think I’m going to really hurt you.”

“I’m not exactly a masochist, so yes, I do like to avoid being hurt.”

‘Not exactly’? Katsuki would’ve teased him, but he was worried that might’ve come off as gay.

“So you know I can hurt you?”

Deku turned his gaze back to him, deadpan.

“I’m a 5 foot 5 trans guy with barely any muscle, save for my legs– yes, I’m aware that a 6ft cis dude with a muscular-through-my-clothes body can hurt me.”

Katsuki found it a little flattering that Deku had described him that way. But it was also a bit weird that he'd said it like that. It just sounded gay to him. Like he was flirting or something.

“You noticed? Really living up to the whole fag thing aren’t you?”

It was now Deku’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Oh my god. You’re insufferable. Me acknowledging that you’re stronger than me has absolutely nothing to do with my queerness.”

“‘Insufferable’? That’s a big word for a little boy. I’m surprised you even know what that means!” Katsuki mocked.

Deku faltered, lips quivering for a moment before forming into a tight line. Katsuki enjoyed it when the boy hesitated around him.

“Stop talking to me like you’re a middle-aged conservative man who believes he has decades of wisdom to provide me with,” the freshman retorted through gritted teeth. “You’re eighteen. It’s three years and change.”

Katsuki wanted to shut him up. Nobody had ever had the gall to talk back to him like this. Aside from his friends, of course, but they’d earned that right. Deku hadn’t.

“I think you need to learn your place.”

Deku looked straight at him.

“Go ahead then, put me in it. You’re not gonna break me, Bakugou Katsuki.”

Oh so now they were using full names, huh. The shitty nerd was getting bold, way too bold for someone of his stature.

“Yeah? You really want to test me, Midoriya Izuku?”

Deku rolled his eyes once more.

“You’re all talk. Tripping me in the cafeteria is nothing. Calling me names is nothing. I’m weak, maybe, but I’ve got tough skin. You can’t do anything to me.”

Why was this boy so intent on angering him? He was practically begging for it. Katsuki talked big, yeah, but he wasn’t only talk, either. And it looked like Deku wanted to learn that the hard way. Katsuki was fuckin’ king of the castle around here, and he’d figure that out pretty soon.

"It's like you fuckin' want me to bully you," he seethed.

"I can assure you that is not the case."

A sinister grin graced the blonde’s face.

“Whatever you say, Nerd.”

The boy’s brunette friend came up to the two of them.

“D-Deku-kun, let’s go. Don’t make him mad.”

“Don’t use the nickname he gave me, Uraraka-san!”

Small Fry let the girl hook their arms together and she dragged him away. He watched them walk over to some equally nerdy loser and chuckled to himself. Losers always stuck together. Smarter ones, at least.

Katsuki hadn’t been this happy in weeks. And maybe it said something about him, that he was so ecstatic to plan the demise of one singular boy’s happiness, but man did he feel alive again. He’d found out a lot about Deku. His mother, Inko, was his only parently figure. Deadbeat Daddy was off in the states, probably fucking other women while he told Inko he was on “important business”. Maybe he even had another family. Either way, the kid absolutely had Daddy issues that Katsuki could utilize. He’d been so right about the little nerd being a Mama’s boy. Deku was clearly insecure about his looks and his body, but even Katsuki had standards. He wasn’t gonna make fun of the guy for his gender. "Cuntboy" sounded real cute to him, though. He wouldn’t use it as an insult. Endearing maybe. Like, “My cute little cuntboy,” or something?

Not that he wanted Deku to be his. Or that he found him to be cute. He was, however, little. Objectively. Not little in a weird size-kink-fueled way. Just short. And small. Breakable.

Katsuki knew Mina would’ve gotten on his ass for saying something “problematic”, so he’d keep it to himself. He wasn’t, like, fixated on the fact that Deku was trans or anything! And he was kinda...upset, even, that someone had made fun of him for that. It wasn’t like he chose– Okay. Fine. Katsuki knew gay men didn’t choose to be that way. He knew lesbians and bisexuals and all other queer identities were the same, theoretically. But it didn’t mean he couldn’t be uncomfortable with the numerous guys who clearly wanted to suck his dick. Not that he could blame them, being as hot as he was. He just couldn’t stand hungry looks– it was fucking weird and made his stomach churn. Felt like butterflies, but way worse.

It didn’t make him sick the same way that thinking about fucking a girl right now did. But that made him feel sick because he was afraid of not being able to get it up, the girl spreading gossip about it, and Katsuki consequently losing his status in the school’s hierarchy. He was even more popular than the student council president, which was really saying something. And he couldn’t lose that and get brought down to “guy with erectile dysfunction at an early age” status. No fucking way would he allow it. He’d be lower than the introverted queers at that point. His reputation was everything, especially as a senior, and he wasn't about to leave this shitty school without one.

Katsuki wondered if allowing the nerd to have a peaceful first few weeks at high school was meaner of him than to just have started bullying him daily right away. He’d even been civil during gym class, but he clearly was keeping the boy on his toes. He liked how on edge Deku seemed to be around him.

Turned out the nerd’s mom owned a little bakery a few blocks away from school. Green-eyes biked, and Katsuki assumed that was why the kid had said he only had leg muscle. It’d been worth getting up earlier to make his way over here. A charming little bell rang as Katsuki opened the door.

The first thing he noticed about Midoriya Inko was her fucking knockers. The lady must’ve been a G-cup if not bigger. Sheesh.

“Welcome in! Oh! That uniform! You must be from the same school as my son!”

Katsuki donned on the fakest, warmest smile he’d ever worn throughout his entire eighteen years of life.

“Ah, I’m a senior, so I might not know him.”

“Oh. Well, you just missed him, actually! Izuku likes to leave early and study in the library before class.”

Waking up early was definitely worth it.

“I see… well, I’ve never been here actually, so…ya got any recommendations, Auntie, uh…?” The blonde trailed off, knowing she’d provide her name.

“Inko! Um, my chocolate croissants are very popular! My son’s favorite, though, are the coconut cream buns here.”

The damn things looked like they were filled with cum. Fitting for a faggot like Deku.

“Oh wow, those look great, Auntie!” Katsuki lied. “Can I get one?”

“Of course, of course.”

Shitty Nerd’s mom rang him up at the counter. Katsuki grinned to himself, wondering what the guy would think when he pulled up to school with it in hand. It’d be so easy to make him assume the wrong thing, to threaten to hurt her business if Deku didn’t comply with his demands. That’d be sure to make him obey, wouldn’t it?

Katsuki waved goodbye to Auntie Inko, thinking to himself that he could probably go into acting if he wanted. Especially with his looks. He waited for his chauffeur to get out and open his door before getting into the back seat. He pitied all the bodies he saw walking up the hill to their high school.

If he was being honest, the bun smelled really good, and he’d skipped breakfast to go visit Inko. Was a shame he couldn’t have scared the Nerd there, but it was fine. Katsuki felt good, walking into the building, strutting around with the pastry like it was a fucking trophy. He knew the library was on the way to his classroom, but he wasn’t gonna go inside. He had to be casual. The blonde stood off to the side, looking up each time the door opened. He’d been leaning against the wall for a good five minutes when he finally saw a familiar green tuft of curls make its way out the library doors. He walked towards him, eating the pastry nonchalantly when the boy finally noticed him.

Crimson eyes met emerald.

“...Where’d you get that, Kacchan?”

Katsuki stopped walking to look down at him.

“Oh, this? You tell me, Deku.”

“A-Are you stalking me?” he asked, voice much quieter than it had been yesterday.

“Hah?? You wish. I just paid a li'l visit to Mommy Dearest, is all.”

“Don’t touch her. Please.”

Katsuki was really only going to threaten to hurt her business, but Deku seemed much more scared by the assumption he’d just made. It probably worked out better for Katsuki anyway.

“I won’t. If you listen to me, that is.”

Deku gripped the sleeve of his uniform.

“You think you can just touch me like that, Nerd?”

“Are you really gonna leave her alone if I do what you say?”

“You have my word, Strawberry.”

Deku pursed his lips. Katsuki wanted to rip them off.

“I hope you’re not all talk then.”

Katsuki grinned down at him.

“You shouldn’t have tested me, Deku. I’m a top student!”

Deku sighed, resigning himself to his fate. But not before mumbling a comment about Katsuki's wordplay. The blonde let it slide.

“I was in a rush this morning, so I couldn’t pack anything. Buy me lunch, will ya?”

Deku chewed his lip, clearly biting back a comment. The fuck did that face look so kickable for?

“You got something to say, Nerd?”

“N-No. I’ll see you at lunch, Kacchan.”

“Make sure you get me a Sprite, okay?” the blonde told him, beaming.

The freshman nodded and walked away. Katsuki continued on to his classroom, whistling.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Ashido commented. “Did you get laid again?”

“Heh. Something like that.”

Katsuki thought fleetingly about how bullying a guy made him about as happy as it did when he got laid, if not happier. He guessed he really was a sadist.

Pinkie raised her brows at him.

“You gonna elaborate?”

“Nope. Good luck on the math quiz, by the way.”

“Katsuki!! I told you to remind me!! Fuck!”

“I did. Just now,” he chuckled.

He could bully his friends, too. It’s what they got for trying to call him gay. He felt good today. Too good.

After acing the math quiz that he knew Ashido had just failed, he made his way over to the cafeteria and sat down, waiting. After about ten minutes, Deku came up to him, hair even more of a bird’s nest than usual, thanks to him fighting people in the lunch line to get a sprite.

“Yakisoba bread, melon bread, and sprite? The fuck is this?”

Deku slammed down a fruit cup.

“It’s the lunch you asked for.”

“I wanted a coke, not a sprite.”

Sero sat down beside Katsuki.

“Katsuki, c’mon, y’know how hard it is to get a sprite. Just take it.”

Deku clenched his fists.

“You told me to get you a sprite.”

“I didn’t. Get me something else.”

Deku turned on his heel.

“Hey! Y’know how hard it is to get a fuckin’ sprite? Don’t let it go to waste.”

Deku turned back.

“But you don’t want it!”

“Drink it.”

Shitty Hair sighed.

“Bakugou, man, let him off.”

Katsuki smirked.

“Nah. Drink it, or else.”

Deku flickered his eyes from the bottle to Katsuki’s gaze. He took the sprite and untwisted the cap.

“All of it.”

Deku took the bottle to his lips and stared the blonde down as he chugged the sprite. Katsuki kept eye contact, finding it funny how the kid probably viewed this as some sort of defiance.

“Anyone else feel like this is…y’know…?” Alien chimed in.

“Oh, definitely,” Sero responded.

The blonde rolled his eyes.

“Fuck off. By the way, Deku…don’t bother trying to use the restroom before the end of the day. You’re not a newborn, like you said. You can hold it, right?”

Deku paused.

“You’re making me drink 24 ounces of soda and you’re gonna bar me from going to the bathroom?”

“It’ll be forty-eight if you keep running your mouth. Didn’t tell you you could stop, by the way. Finish it.”

Deku looked at him like he didn’t know whether to scream or cry, but he did neither. He just quietly finished the soda.

“What drink did you really want me to get, Kacchan? Coke?”

He shrugged.

“Changed my mind. Get me a coffee from the vending machines. Vanilla cold brew.”

Deku’s lips formed a tight line.

“Okay. I’ll get it.”

Deku walked away.

“Do you really need to be that mean to him, Bakugou?”

Katsuki made a face at Sero.

“Of course not. I just want to.”

Ashido shook her head.

“Why am I even friends with you?”

Shitty Hair just stared at him.

“You got something to say?”

“It’s just… the way you look at him,” Kirishima said.

“Like what?” Katsuki asked, genuinely confused.

“Like you wanna ruin him.”

Katsuki furrowed his brows.

“Ain’t that the whole point of bullying?”

The redhead looked away.

“Uhhh…that’s not what I meant,” he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

Plain Face snorted.

“I’ve got nothing to add. You’re too stubborn.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Deku came back over with his drink. His eyes were puffy and swollen, but he kept a brave face on in front of the blonde. The blonde thought he quite liked that look on him.

“Thanks, Deku. You can go now. See ya in gym!”

The boy didn’t say anything.

“Aw, you made him cry…! At this point you’ll just be feared instead of respected, Bakugou!”

“They’re the same thing to me,” he replied.

He thought being feared was just a bit more enjoyable.

The student council president then walked up to him, asking questions about some quiz they’d be having later. Katsuki barely listened, distracted by the fact that her shirt was way too tight and probably two sizes too small for her jugs– she must’ve been trying to get his attention. Girls always used their tits like that around him, but truthfully, it wasn’t really effective. It was moreso the fact that they were clearly dying to suck his dick that made him decide to entertain them. Upon seeing her clothing, Katsuki had a bright idea. Tighter clothes would make Deku squirm around, wouldn’t they? The blonde pulled out his phone and snickered, texting a lackey of his. Deku would be so humiliated. Hitting two birds with one stone always made Katsuki feel on top of the world.

“The way you’re laughing makes you sound like a villain,” Ashido stated.

“And if I am?”

Pinkie made a face back at him.

“Ugh. You’re so lucky you’re hot. Otherwise everyone would hate you.”

Katsuki smirked at her.

“Aww, you think I’m hot? Thanks.”

Ashido rolled her eyes.

“Sometimes I just want to strangle you.”

“You’d die trying.”

The time to go to gym rolled around, and the blonde was far more excited than what should be acceptable.

Katsuki realized, when Deku came out of the changing room, that he’d made a big fat fucking mistake. The clothing Katsuki had swapped Deku’s usual gym clothes for were tight, yeah, but they left almost nothing to the imagination. He’d miscalculated how tight they’d be, and how much of a fucking rage he’d be in, seeing him in that. Everyone was staring at him, and Katsuki couldn’t blame them, since Deku looked like a fucking slut. The gym teacher walked over to him, asking if he had anything else, and he overheard the nerd making up an excuse that he was just feeling a bit more feminine today and wanted to wear the girls uniform. He knew the teacher wouldn’t be able to argue with that. The guy wasn’t even fuckin’ ashamed, but there was no way he could’ve been comfortable with how tight it was.

Deku began running laps, and the blonde couldn’t help but stare after him. God, he looked like such a cock-sucker in those skimpy clothes. His ass was practically spilling out of those bloomers, there was no way Katsuki was the only person who had noticed. It wasn’t like his ass was big or anything, just…nicely shaped…and that was not what he, a straight guy, was supposed to be noticing. Nor the way he could see Deku’s muscled legs, holy shit. The little nerd must be a goddamn track star or something. Katsuki had a fleeting thought of wanting to lick those calves but he swatted the thought away by rationalizing that the last model he had jerked off to the thought of had freckles on her legs, too. He might’ve been lying to himself, but it sounded acceptable to him.

Shit. Half of the people in the gym were fuckin’ salivating over the nerd like he was a piece of meat. What the hell.

Today, of all days, they were starting their unit on stretching and flexibility. Fuck, those bloomers. Those stupid fucking bloomers were so tight. Katsuki– no, not just Katsuki– anyone could clearly see the boy’s cameltoe. And hell, his pussy looked like it’d be really fucking cute– No. No!! Fucking hell, he couldn’t believe he’d been thinking about some faggot shit like that. Katsuki wasn’t...he wasn’t like that. Even if some of the shitty extras were.

“Yo Bakugou, did you see??”

Of course he’d seen.

“See what?”

“You can clearly see the outline of Midoriya’s pussy, bro. It’s practically sucking in his bloomers.”

One mishap and he may as well be wearing lingerie.

“Not to sound like that, but you know...maybe I’d do a guy if he was as hot as Midoriya.”

“You think Deku’s hot??”

His lackey looked up at him like he’d grown another limb.

“Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how popular he is with the rest of my class? Like, he just brings out something in people. My girlfriend told me not to hold it against her if she pegged him, given the opportunity.”

“What the fuck? And you said no, right?”

“I said ‘at least invite me’. She’s really hot when she’s dominant. And Midoriya’s hot, too, so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Fucking cuck,” Katsuki grunted. “Don’t tell me you’re also one of those faggots.”

“For Midoriya, maybe.”

“Gross. Don’t make me bully you, too.”

“You mean to say your erotic bullying toootally doesn’t stem from internalized homophobia and the fact that you don’t wanna accept you have the hots for Midoriya, too?”

Katsuki was speechless.

“How the fuck do you find bullying ‘erotic’?”

“Not bullying. Just the way you do,” Kouta responded, matter-of-factly.

“And you just don’t say anything…?”

Katsuki blinked, slowly. He tried scanning his memories of bullying other people and trying to find any sort of eroticism in it.

“You would’ve killed me if I had. But now we're in class and any violence would get you in trouble, so I’m safe!”

Fuckin’ hell. These dumb little shits. Katsuki. Wasn’t. Gay. He absolutely wasn’t. He just liked to bully other guys sometimes.

Katsuki mulled over his words, looking over to Deku jogging in front of him.

“...You really think I’m like that?”

“Like what, a gay? Or a sadist? Because the answer is: you’re both.”

Katsuki gritted his teeth.

“No way. I’ve only been with girls!”

“And? Clearly, you don’t mind the fact that all your friends are gay or bisexual, so why is it a problem for Midoriya? Or for you?”

“Kouta, I swear to god–”

“No, I swear to god that if you don’t put your hands on Midoriya first, then someone else will.”

Katsuki wanted to punch a wall, so instead, he ran faster. He knew Kouta’s logic was pretty sound, but he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t wanna admit any of it. He was pissed off at himself. At Deku. At the fact that just looking at his face made Katsuki wanna shove him against a wall.

"Hey, Kacchan!" Deku called out, running up to him. "Listen, I get you're mad at me cause I'm a 'fag' or ‘cause I'm a 'tranny' or ‘cause I'm not all that big on social hierarchies in school and 'don't know my place', but please don't use pranks that immediately out me. Not everyone’s okay with trans people, y’know."

Katsuki grunted. "Like I give a fuck what you've got between your legs."

Deku scoffed.

"But you give a fuck who goes between them?"

"I just don't like that you're shoving it in my face, Nerd."

"H-How am I shoving it in your face? I said I liked guys, not that I wanna suck your cock."

Katsuki pictured the image briefly. Fuck.

"But you do, don't you, ya little faggot?"

Deku rolled his eyes.

"You wanna kiss me so bad."

"I'm not the one who brought up you sucking me off, Shitty Nerd," Katsuki countered, grinning. Deku’d done that on his own.

"You're…you’re so full of yourself. Me liking men doesn't mean I'm into you."

"Maybe not, but you're fucking pink."

"I'm.. I'm running around in skin-tight bloomers thanks to you, and now I'll get to go home knowing a bunch of people currently in this gymnasium are going to jack off to the outline of my cunt in these. It's not your words I'm blushing about."

Katsuki stared at him, dumbfounded for a second. The ease with which Deku had said ‘cunt’ left him speechless. Why did that sound–

No. He wasn’t going to finish the thought.

"Why are you assuming that's what'll happen? You're not all that."

“I’m not blind, either. I’ve seen the looks I’ve gotten and am still getting.”

Deku meant other guys, right? Not him? He wasn’t looking at Deku in…in a gay way, right?

The nerd stared up at him.

“I’m not gonna let you make me feel humiliated.”

Not gonna let him? As if he had a choice! No, Katsuki would make sure the little shit experienced the most humiliating day of his life.

“Yeah? How’s your bladder holding up?”

The freckled boy promptly shut his mouth. Katsuki just grinned, picking up his pace.

“Y-you…you wouldn’t do that.”

“I wouldn’t?”

Katsuki gave the boy a sly smirk.

“Make it to the end of class. If you can get to the bathroom before I get to you, I’ll let you go free!”

The pure fear in Deku’s eyes delighted Katsuki to no end. He looked so much better like this! Really, Katsuki almost couldn’t wait for class to end. Hah.

The end of class bell rang, and Deku raced Katsuki to the locker room. Poor little Deku wasn’t fast enough, not even with his trackstar calves. Katsuki had him pinned against the locker with a hand around his throat.

“What’s the big deal, huh? Just had to show off what a little fag you are in those fuckin’ bloomers?”

“K-Kacchan, I c-can’t breathe…!”

Katsuki pushed his free hand against Deku’s stomach. The other guys enter the locker room, but do nothing to help the freckled boy as they got changed. Some watched, chuckling amongst themselves, calling Deku an idiot for egging on someone like Bakugou Katsuki.

“Ka-Kacchan…!”

“Don’t call me that, dweeb. You’re shaking. Are you scared?”

Katsuki subtly grinded his thigh against Deku’s clit. He felt it pulse against him.

“St-stop…!”

“This is why you don’t fucking mess with me, Deku.”

Deku looked so afraid.

“Please…Please…no…”

Katsuki grinded his thigh once more and Deku whimpered, pissing himself all over Katsuki’s gym shorts while everyone else laughed. It was practically gushing out of him, the warmth of it soaking up Katsuki’s shorts and dripping down his legs. The blonde was nearly thankful for their position being to everyone’s back, because Katsuki was getting hard. Deku’s dumb crying face was doing things to him.

“Fuck, he got so scared he pissed himself!” One of them laughed.

They didn’t know Katsuki had orchestrated the event. Tears welled in Deku’s eyes and he was sobbing before he could stop it.

“Fucking disgusting,” Katsuki seethed, masking the arousal in his voice. “What are you gonna do about this, huh?”

“I-I’m s-sorry, Kacchan…”

Deku sobbed, defeated.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just… please...no more…”

Katsuki let him go.

“Aww, poor baby! At least clean up your mess. You expect me to take these piss-shorts home?”

“I’ll…I’ll clean it, promise…!”

“Actually,” he chirped, devilishly. “I don’t think I should just let you off so easily. I mean, you fucking pissed on me.”

“I...I’m sorry, Kacchan, I didn’t mean to–”

“On your knees.”

Deku stuttered. The people remaining in the locker room fell quiet, too.

“I said get on your knees. Now.”

He did as he was told and knelt down on the ground, sitting politely.

Kouta chimed in.

“H-Hey, Bakugou, are you really gonna…?”

“An eye for an eye, right?” he answers.

Katsuki grinned, and Deku stared up at him with both fear and awe. What a good look for him. Katsuki pulled down his shorts, taking out his cock and aiming it at Deku’s face.

“No fucking way.”

Knowing people were watching had Katsuki thrilled. They were gonna see Deku’s sorry face as he was covered in his piss.

“Please, Kacchan, p-please don’t--”

Katsuki laughed at Deku’s protests.

“On you or in you?”

“...What?”

His eyes bulged.

“You can open your mouth, or you can go home smelling like my piss.”

Deku silently opened his mouth. He looked absolutely horrified, but still, his tongue was sticking out like he wanted this. He probably did, considering how he’d brought up sucking his cock earlier.

Katsuki idly rubbed the head of his cock a few times, coaxing his piss out.

“Oh, here it comes, Deku.”

Katsuki let out a satisfied hum as a stream of piss came out, leaving him and entering Deku’s mouth. The boy was reflexively swallowing and fuck, Katsuki felt so powerful. He felt good. And hell, the nerd kinda looked cute on his knees.

“Ahhh, you make such a good toilet, y’know? Maybe I’ll piss on that cunt next time.”

Deku’s eyes widened at the realization that there was going to be a “next time”. It made Katsuki chuckle. It developed into a sinister laugh.

His friends only watched. One of the guys looked like he was getting a hard-on. For once, Katsuki didn’t think he could blame them. Still, he teased anyway.

“Fuckin’ fag, You like this?”

The blonde let out a content sigh as tears streamed down Deku’s face. The nerd had the audacity to call Katsuki all talk when he was just fucking taking it. When he was finished, Katsuki lifted Deku’s chin and shut the boy’s mouth closed, holding it in place until he swallowed. When Deku finally did, Katsuki released him, subsequently giving him two little taps to his left cheek.

“Atta boy,” he praised, mockery heavy in his tone.

Deku had no witty remarks this time. Katsuki then stripped, tossing his dirty shorts and boxers over to the freckled boy. The senior strutted over to the showers without a single care in the world as his classmates watched with open jaws.

“Make sure you clean those for me, Nerd!” Katsuki yelled as he turned on the shower.

The sound of Deku’s sobbing had him happier than a five year old on Christmas.

Okay, maybe he could concede about Kouta’s hypothesis. What he’d just done was pretty fucking erotic. He had to admit, Deku looked good like that. And maybe he’d had to hurry with his shower because he wanted to get home right away. And maybe he’d headed straight to his room, locking the door and discarding his clothes because his cock was already hard. And maybe he’d never felt so good touching himself before as he was now, replaying the events of today in his mind. Maybe he was everything Kouta had suggested, gay, a sadist, and shit, apparently someone with a fucking piss kink.

“Fuck!” He grunted, stroking his cock harder as he thought about Deku’s flushing, ashamed look when he’d pissed himself on Katsuki’s leg, the warmth of his pee, the feeling of his cunt pulsing on his thigh. Shit, shit, it was so fucking hot, he couldn’t stand it. This was all foreign to him, enjoying– thoroughly enjoying– jerking off like this, not just doing it because he needed to empty his balls but because he’d been so horny he couldn’t think of anything else except pleasuring himself. He couldn’t stop imagining himself pissing in Deku’s mouth, thinking he probably would shove his cock in next time, not just standing and watching, but fucking his piss down that boy’s throat–

“Ah! Hah! F-Fuck!”

Oh god, he was even stuttering from the pleasure. He’d barely even moaned with girls, but Deku–

“Mmn, fuck, Deku! Deku!” Katsuki fucked into his hand, but he didn’t feel it was enough. He wanted him so badly. Katsuki placed his other hand on top, closing his eyes and thrusting his hips upward, imagining it was Deku’s cunt.

“Fuck, take it, take my fucking cock, Nerd-- ah! Ah! Fuckfuckfuck you feel so good, I’m gonna cum, gonna fucking cum, ahhh god, I’m cumming! I’m cumming, fuck– Nnghhh! ...Hah... Mmmnnn, fuuuuck.” Katsuki chuckled as he came down from his high. “Holy shit.”

So that was what an orgasm was supposed to feel like. The blonde had fuckin’ shot himself in the face with his own cum. He was in disbelief over how...intense his orgasm had been, his thighs were still shaking. And even so, the thought of ruining that stupid little freshman made him want to go again. Cleaning himself up took longer than he anticipated.

Damn.

Yeah, okay, maybe he was a faggot. And maybe he was still mad about it.

But it was all Deku’s fault, really, for being so fucking pretty when he cried. Katsuki would have to make him take responsibility. And hell if he wasn’t gonna do it soon. In light of his recent epiphany, he decided to text his groupchat.

[Okay, so...you guys were right.]

Pinkie: [wait so the chapter quiz is tomorrow????]

[No, not that. I mean I might be gay. And kinda into Deku.]

Pinkie: [oh.]

Shitty Hair: [oh.]

Soy Sauce: [oho?]

Pinkie: [yeah, we knew that already. proud of you for catching up tho.]

Katsuki rolled his eyes. He figured they would say it like that. At least Mina would have. He’s not as up to date on his own matters as he’d like to think.

Pinkie: [what made you realize?]

What was he gonna say, that he made the kid wear bloomers, forced him to piss on his thigh, and had then pissed in his mouth in front of a bunch of other freshmen?

[Watching him cry made me feel things.]

Pinkie: [my gOd, you rly *are* the worst, baku!]

Soy Sauce: [i told you there wasn’t a difference.]

[Shut up, Hanta. I’ll bash your face in.]

Shitty Hair: [does this mean you’re gonna stop with the homophobic jokes now?]

[No.]

Katsuki didn’t want to deal with whatever dumb lecture his friends were gonna try to give him, so he silenced his phone and got to studying. It was hard for him to focus on his homework, though, when thoughts of that tiny fucking twink were plaguing his mind. God, those fucking bloomers were both the worst and the best decision Katsuki had ever made with bullying. The fact that the nerd had known people would go home and jerk off to the sight of his pussy? Katsuki hated it, he hated that that freckled boy knew he looked good. Katsuki hated that he thought that boy looked good. Good enough to fuck himself to the thought of. Good enough to make Katsuki willing to break laws.

Fuck. Calm down, Katsuki, calm down, he thought to himself. You’re not a fucking simp. No need to break laws.

The blonde exhaled, willing the horniness out of him. He didn’t want to think about the fact that the kid was still only fourteen. He was nearly a grown man in comparison to that little cuntboy. The blonde buried his head in his hands, lamenting the fact that that thought had only made him harder. Damn, he was fucked up. The senior went to take a cold shower, but it didn’t help. He ended up jerking off again. Even under the freezing water, his body was hot enough by thinking about Deku to be able to jerk off. He felt like a fucking freak, stroking his cock to the thought of that boy crying, wondering if Katsuki would even fit inside him. Fuck, what if the nerd was a virgin? Katsuki bit his lip at the thought. He wanted to be the first person inside that little boy’s cunt, even if it was wrong. Fuck, especially if it was wrong.

He groaned, cumming hard once more, bracing himself against the tile of his shower. He guessed his libido was fine, and that he just hadn't been jerking off to the right things. The right things, however, seemed to be incredibly wrong. Katsuki sighed. He’d have to make a trip to the library soon.

Katsuki had barely slept, and he felt like shit for it. It pissed him off that he hadn’t gotten any decent sleep ‘cause he couldn’t stop thinking about that Shitty Nerd and his cute fucking pussy. But it was fine. He’d relieve his stress later today. The blonde stumbled his way to his uniform, gritting his teeth as he got dressed. He couldn’t believe the lengths he was going just to scare this stupid little kid.

After sleeping through his car ride to school, Katsuki trudged through the school gates, yawning.

Katsuki walked into the library, quietly, peeking his head around. There wasn’t anyone he could see, save for the librarian at the front. He scanned the room for a familiar green tuft of curls, but couldn’t see it. He walked toward the back then spotted him. Of course the nerd would study in the back corner like a little scaredy cat.

He was about to call out to the freshman when he heard ragged breaths. Jesus, was he still crying about pissing himself in front of everyone? Katsuki took a few more steps, then stopped dead in his tracks. Deku’s pants were folded– what a fucking nerd!– on the desk beside him. He pulled out his phone, recording the freckled boy who was rubbing his clit through his boxers.

“Ah…Hah…so good…Mmn!”

Katsuki bit his lip at the way he threw his head back and stifled a moan.

“My god, you really are a fucking slut.”

Deku opened his eyes, meeting Katsuki’s, before promptly closing his legs in an attempt to cover himself.

“K-Kacchan! W-What are you doing here?”

The blonde smirked.

“Just wanted to say hi, maybe interrupt your morning study session, see how you were holding up after yesterday…but clearly, you’re fine. Guess I shouldn’t have worried about going too far.”

“I-I, um…! I don’t uh, I wasn’t–”

Katsuki crossed his arms and leaned against the nearest bookshelf.

“You were, and I’ve got it on video, Slutty Nerd. Really, you give faggots a bad name, feeding into all the stereotypes and shit about you fucks being sick. You're a little pervert that wants to show off how gross you are, huh?”

“I-It’s not like that!” he protested.

“Oh yeah? Then why were you rubbing one out in the fuckin’ library instead of a bathroom stall? We literally have single restrooms on every floor, you know that right?”

"I-I just…!"

"You just what? Were hoping some other fag was gonna catch you? And then what? Bend you over? Fuck that desperate cunt?"

Katsuki could tell from the flush on the nerd's cheeks that that was exactly what he'd been fantasizing about.

"Please don't tell anyone, Kacchan!"

Katsuki raised an eyebrow.

"S-sir."

Well, fuck. He hadn’t been expecting that. Nor had he expected to like hearing it. Made Deku sound real small, the way he’d said it. All timid and without any of that pesky defiance.

“You ain’t gotta address me like that, Nerd.”

“So is Kacchan fine, then?”

“No. It makes me wanna snap you in half.”

Deku was quiet for a bit.

“I bet you want to.”

“Fuck was that?”

“C’mon, Kacchan,” Deku teased. “Why else do you ridicule me then?”

“Cuz you’re gay.”

“I’m bisexual.”

“Doesn’t fuckin matter! You’re a subby little bitch that sucks cock.”

“You have anger issues, Kacchan.”

“Call me Kacchan one more fuckin time and you’ll regret it.”

Deku stood up.

“Fine. fine. Just…can you delete the video?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Insurance,” he lied.

The blonde was gonna add it to his wank bank.

Midoriya searched his eyes, and for a moment, Katsuki worried he’d been found out. That Deku knew he wasn’t just bullying him to prove something any longer, but that it was really because Katsuki had unsettled feelings. That really, he couldn’t stand looking at the nerd because he wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck his cock into him. The boy took a step toward him, and Katsuki inhaled.

“You’re a freak, Kacchan,” Deku stated, plainly, before putting his slacks back on and walking away.

A freak?

A fucking freak?

Katsuki would show him a freak. Clearly, the little slut wanted it. He had to. The nerd himself was a little freak, what with how he wakes up early in the morning just to jerk off in public. And at the school library of all places. The way he’d blushed, the way he’d said Katsuki was bullying him for other reasons than the fact that Deku pissed him off…he was asking for it. He wanted Katsuki to be a damn freak.

This only became clearer to him when Deku brought him his lunch, as usual, with a sprite.

“You know that’s not the drink I asked you for.”

“Isn’t it, though?”

“Get me my fucking coffee, Nerd. Or mommy’s little bento is going on the floor again.”

Deku stared at him.

“I-I’ve been through worse, you know. A lot worse.”

“You want worse, ya little shit?”

The way the kid stuttered only proved to Katsuki that he was nervous because he was fucking horny. This whole time, all his bravado, he’d just wanted to get bent over and fucked like the little faggot he is.

The boy looked down, then walked away with the tips of his ears red.

“My god, Bakugou, you’re looking at that freshman like he’s a piece of meat.”

“He is. I told you, I’m the apex predator around here.”

“Do you ever listen to yourself?” Pinkie asked him, rolling her eyes. “Your ancestors are cringing. You really gonna…y’know?”

“Gonna what? Bully the nerd? Make him regret calling me a freak? Of course I am.”

Mina shivered.

“I don’t even wanna think about what that entails.”

“Then don’t,” he replied, smirking.

“Oh no, he’s smiling. Somebody protect that child.”

Deku came back, vending machine coffee in his hand, and set it down on the table.

“Is that all, Kacchan?”

“For now, it is.”

Deku’s eyes bore into his own. God, if his eyes could speak, they’d be pleading “fuck me” over and over. Katsuki waved his hand and shooed him away.

“He’s begging for it.”

“I’m pretty sure he’s actually begging you to stop bullying him, but whatever keeps you sane, dude.”

Katsuki gave his friends a dirty look. He couldn’t believe what they were saying. Acting like every little thing about the nerd wasn’t silently pleading to be fucked. Why else would the kid call him a freak? Not to stand up to him, that’s for sure. If he wanted to stand up to Katsuki, he’d fight like any respectable twerp would.

“You disgust me, Bakugou,” Mina stated.

“Shut up, half-gay.”

“Why are you so homophobic. You’re gay!!!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. As if that meant anything to him.

Katsuki was excited. Which meant that Deku should’ve been very, very afraid. But of course, he couldn’t know what was coming. In fact, he'd decided to leave Deku alone the past few weeks, after his threat. He wanted to wait until the moment Deku was starting to think he was all talk before executing his plan. The blonde whistled down the hallway, nonchalant.

“Did you hear about Izuku?”

Katsuki’s ears perked up. What had that boy gotten into in the time that Katsuki had allowed him some peace?

“Yeah, he got asked out!!”

“No way, by who?”

The girls whispered something inaudible and Katsuki cursed that he didn’t have super-hearing.

“BY ONE OF THE SENIORS??!”

Katsuki stopped dead in his tracks. Somebody was stupid enough to ask out his Deku? No, wait. Not that he wanted… he stopped that train of thought. He did want Deku. Deku was his. Deku belonged to him, Deku was his goddamn property at this point and lamented the sorry soul that was idiotic enough to try and take Deku from him. And he was pissed at Deku for thinking he could escape Katsuki by getting a partner. Katsuki walked over toward the girls, plastering another fake smile on his face. He was well aware that this one was more menacing than his normal grin.

“Hey, so…do you know where they’re meeting after school? Are they going on a date or something?”

The green-haired girl stuttered. She seemed to be awestruck in Katsuki's presence.

“U-Um, I was told they’re meeting by the gate so they can go get food together…Midoriya said he hadn’t decided on whether or not to date him, but he’d give him a chance…”

Katsuki was fuming. Everything about this situation pissed him the fuck off. Especially having to hear about this shit through some girl gossip. And that someone wanted his Deku.

Looking back, he really, really should’ve figured out he was gay sooner, being that he'd never reacted this way over any of his girlfriends.

Not that he wanted to be gay. It was still Deku’s fault. Deku’s responsibility.

“Can you girls do me a favor?”

.

Katsuki stood, leaning against the wall of the rooftop entrance as he waited for his plaything to come open the door. The blonde closed his eyes, imagining the look of horror on his face when he realized Katsuki was the one up here and not his date. He let out a huff of air, willing himself not to be aroused by mere thoughts.

Finally the door opened.

“H…Hello?”

Deku looked around the rooftop for a guy who’d never show. Katsuki stalked behind him, quietly. The nerd’s body froze up, instinctively. Unfortunately for him, Katsuki moved before Deku’s flight response could kick in. The blonde grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back, shoving his face into the wall as he did so.

“‘Sup, Nerd.”

“Kacchan? Where’s the person that–?”

“The queer that asked you out? He ain’t coming, stupid. And neither is anyone else. No one’s gonna save you from me today.”

Deku panted, squirming against him.

“Kacchan, please– I’m sorry for whatever I did to piss you off, just, please. Don’t hurt me.”

Acting all innocent, like he hadn't tried to find some sorry excuse for a boyfriend to protect him from Katsuki.

“You want me to hurt Mommy Dearest instead? ‘Cuz I’m not above that.”

The freckled boy stopped struggling at that threat.

“...Why? Why do you like humiliating me so much?”

Katsuki chuckled. What a stupid question.

"'Cause you fuckin' want it."

"...What?"

"Everything you do to me, Deku…" Katsuki murmured against his ear, caressing the boy's ass. "...is 'cause you're dying to get laid, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about??"

Katsuki's fingers tugged at the boy's waistband, shimmying it down his sides to expose that full, freckled ass of his.

"Ticking me off, gettin' under my skin… showing off that cute little cunt like some kind of whore, jacking off in front of me, callin' me a freak…all of it. Drove me up a fucking wall. But especially thinkin’ you can go on a date with some guy without my permission."

“What the hell do you mean, Kacchan?”

The blonde smacked the younger boy's ass. Deku yelped. But not solely in a way that signified pain. He sounded like he was getting hot and bothered.

"Fuck, you really want it, don't ya? Can't believe I didn't realize it before."

"K-Kacchan, c'mon, y-you've humiliated me enough."

Katsuki smacked him once more, admiring the way it jiggled. The blonde bit his lip.

"You're getting wet, aren't you, little cuntboy?"

Deku fussed and struggled against Katsuki, but he knew he wasn't strong enough to escape.

"Kacchan, seriously, please stop. I don't want people seeing me…!"

The senior didn't listen, only pulling down the boy's pants further, exposing him completely.

"Hah, bullshit. Bet you fuckin' love this, Nerd…knowing if people look up they'll see you like this," Katsuki muttered. He leaned forward again. "Move, and I'll fuckin' ruin your mom. It's up to you to decide what I mean by that."

Katsuki let go of Deku's arms, only to use both of his hands to spread Deku's ass apart.

"Fuuuck," was all he could remark as he took in the sight of Deku's leaking cunt.

"K-Kacchan, really, c'mon, this is way too much for bullying–"

"'Bullying'? I'm not bullying you anymore, Deku. You're not stupid, you should know what's happening."

"No. No, no way. You can't be serious, this is just to scare me into submission, right?"

"Yeah, well. I tried that, and it didn't work. So now I'm gonna fuck you into submission."

"No. No, no, you can't! I'm a virgin!! I haven't even–"

Katsuki's pants tightened. He circled his index finger around Deku’s entrance, teasing him. He watched with awe as the freshman shivered from his touch.

"Ah…” The blonde leaned against him, whispering in a low tone. “So… I get to take your virginity? I'm gonna be your first time?"

Deku looked back at him with tears welling in his eyes. What a fuckin’ visage this boy was.

“I…Please, Kacchan, I-I don’t want that.”

Katsuki sunk a finger into the younger boy’s pussy, smirking.

“The hell you don’t, Nerd. You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

Deku wanted to deny it, but Katsuki wasn’t going to let him. He inserted another, fingering Deku with the sort of expertise only a porn star should have. Maybe all the time he’d spent being with women could be justified as worth it, if only for this moment. Watching Deku’s thighs shake, as he strived to look like he wasn’t enjoying this.

“You’re shit at acting, Deku. Your faggot ass has been wanting me since we met, haven’t you?”

Katsuki curled his fingers, licking his lips as Deku keened, back arching so beautifully for him.

“N-no…stop…”

The blonde laughed.

“You look like such a fucking slut. Admit you want me, and I’ll stop.”

Katsuki thrusted his fingers inside the smaller boy, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his boycunt squeezing around him. No way in hell was Katsuki gonna stop.

“P-Promise you’ll stop?”

“Of course, baby.”

"Then…I… 'I want you'," Deku told him.

His tone was shaky, but Katsuki wasn’t buying it. He was just saying what Katsuki wanted to hear.

“Like you fucking mean it.”

Tears rolled down Deku’s flushed cheeks.

“I can’t…Kacchan, please… I wanted my first time to…to be with s-someone special,” he begged.

The blonde was growing tired of his ruse. Act or not, to talk as if Katsuki wasn’t someone special…it really pissed him off. He was damn amazing! And if Deku was gonna keep acting like he wasn’t, well…Katsuki would just have to convince him otherwise.

With his cock. Like any normal, sane being would do.

Katsuki unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly.

“Lucky fuckin’ you, huh?” the senior removed his fingers, leaving Deku close to the edge. “I’m even more than special. I’m a fucking god.”

Katsuki spread open Deku’s entrance, admiring how fuckin’ gorgeous his pussy was for the second time. He shoved his boxers down, rubbing the shaft of his cock between Deku’s asscheeks.

“Kacchan, no! Stop!”

Deku's protests only made him harder.

"Little freak. You're really into this kind of role play? Is this what you were thinkin' about in the library? Getting defiled?"

The freshman shook his head profusely.

"N-no…no…!"

Katsuki stepped back, then decided to flip Deku around so the boy was forced to look at him. He could tell from Deku's red face and shaky legs that all his protesting was absolute bullshit. The kid was just really fuckin' into the idea of getting raped. Katsuki gripped the underside of his thigh, spreading Deku legs open so he could admire his cunt from the front. Freckles had the cutest little clit he'd ever seen, and he simply couldn't stop himself from squatting down to get a closer look. Fuck, he smelled good. Katsuki closed his eyes and slowly dragged his tongue across Deku's wet folds, cock twitching at the moan he let out. He circled his tongue around the boy's clit, watching smugly as Deku shut his eyes and gripped the senior's hair. The boy's grip was tight but there was no force behind it, as if he couldn't decide whether to push Katsuki away or closer. Katsuki sucked the nub once, flicked his tongue and lifted off Deku, purposely leaving him needy.

The blonde stood once more, teasing Deku with his fingers, rubbing his clit.

"'No'? And what if I split you open on my cock anyway?"

Deku whined, sounding desperate. God, Katsuki was going to ruin him. The blonde held his cock, sliding it up and down Deku's cunt. The kid wasn't protesting anymore, only reacting by covering his mouth and trying to stifle his moans.

"Where'd all your bravado go, little boy?"

The nerd shuddered and Katsuki had to squeeze his cock to stop himself from leaking precum at the mere sight. He couldn't fucking hold back anymore. He was going to have him. Prepared or not, he was gonna fuck this boycunt senseless. The blonde lined up the tip of his cock with Deku's entrance. He could already tell he was going to have to stop himself from letting go and cumming immediately. Katsuki began to sink himself inside.

"K-Ka..cchan…nnno…p-please, no…"

Deku’s gasps were only fueling Katsuki’s libido. The blonde leaned down to kiss and bite at Deku's neck.

"Hah…God, the way you're squeezing me…I'm gonna have to force the rest of me in you," the blonde commented between ragged breaths.

Fuck, he was really stealing Deku's virginity. He pushed himself in further.

"Y-you're…Kacchan, th-this is rape…!"

Katsuki's cock pulsed inside Deku.

"Fuck," Katsuki groaned, pleasure coursing through him at the thought. "Fuck yeah it is, Nerd…hah…and you're gonna love it," Katsuki murmured in his ear, shoving the rest of his cock inside the boy. Deku's thighs shook from being overwhelmed with feeling. "You're my fucking rapetoy now, Deku."

The boy's eyes rolled back and Katsuki felt his cunt tighten, clenching around him like he was refusing to let Katsuki go as his entire body convulsed. The blonde inhaled sharply.

"Fuck, did you just cum?"

"Nngh…N-no…" Deku lied. But Katsuki knew.

Katsuki leaned forward, taunting the younger boy as he grinded his hips against him.

"This what you wanted, all along?" he whispered. "To get me to rape you?"

Deku only moaned in response as Katsuki pulled out of him, torturously slow.

"Th-that's not true…" Deku finally managed to get out.

Katsuki hadn't even really fucked him yet and he was already barely coherent.

The blonde slammed back inside Deku's cunt, panting like a madman. He couldn't believe how hard he was. Over the fact that he was raping a freshman. He felt like he was blind with lust. Hell, he was blind with lust. His hips wouldn't stop thrusting forward, wanting to feel more of the boy's cunt, needing to bury his cock even deeper.

"Deku…Deku, you fucking slut…taking my cock so good, fuuuck…!"

“Ka-Kaccha– nn!! S-sto– ah!! I can't, please, please…!" Deku balled up Katsuki's shirt in his fists, shutting his eyes tight as he gasped with every thrust. "...'s t-too big, please, it hurts–"

"Yeah? It's too much for my stupid little boy?"

Katsuki felt Deku's cunt squeeze around him again. God, he really fuckin' loved this. Of course he did– Katsuki'd been right about him all along.

"Well I don't care, Nerd. Fuckin' take it."

Katsuki refused to let up.

"Kacchan, p-please slow down, I'm gonna cum–"

"Hah, already? Who would've guessed the faggot would be such a slut for cock?"

Deku sobbed, gripping Katsuki's shirt harder.

"D-don't say that to me when you're a rapist…!"

Katsuki groaned, biting his lip. He couldn't take his eyes off Deku's crying face. The blonde was almost embarrassed by how blindingly hard he was from being called that. It felt way too good.

"Only for you, baby," Katsuki rasped. "Fuck, you make me crazy, Nerd. Can't believe you're gonna cum while I violate you."

"I don't– Mn! I don't want to," Deku cried. "It's just m-my body…!"

Katsuki slowed his pace.

"Say it, Deku."

Deku looked up at the blonde. Fuck, he looked so tiny like this, being ravished by Katsuki against the wall.

"S-say what…?"

He seemed to be able to speak like this, despite it taking all of Katsuki's strength not to fuck into him as hard as he wanted to.

"Say it feels good. That you like it."

"N-no way."

Katsuki pulled out.

"Beg me to keep raping you."

Deku whimpered.

"I know you fucking want it, freak."

"Y-you're the freak, Kacchan. You're a senior that gets off on being a rapist."

Katsuki only grinned.

"Like I said, only for you, cuntboy."

The blonde teased the freckled boy, sliding his cockhead up and down the boy's cunt, circling it around his clit. Deku moaned against his will, face red. The boy shivered, burying his face in the senior's shirt.

"You're so mean, Kacchan."

"I know."

"I…I want more…" he murmured, blushing.

"That's not enough."

"P-please, Kacchan…" Deku looked up at him, doe-eyed. Little shit was red to the tips of his ears.

God, Katsuki was never going to let Deku even think of anyone else.

"Please what, little boy?" he encouraged.

"Please m-make me… y-your rapetoy…" Deku whined, looking down in embarrassment.

Fuck, that was way cuter than Katsuki had been expecting. Katsuki tormented him, pressing the head of his cock inside before taking it out again.

"Yeah? You gonna belong to me, Deku?"

The boy was shivering. Fucking pathetically, he might add.

"Yes, Kacchan, please! I can't take it anymore!!"

Katsuki couldn't let him have it just yet, continuing his ministrations.

"You gonna let me fuck this boycunt whenever I want?"

There was an implied 'wherever' in there as well, but Shitty Nerd didn't have to know. If he couldn't figure out he'd meant that, well…that was on him.

"Yes, yes, just fuck me, please, own me, I don't care, just–!"

Katsuki shoved his cock inside Deku once more. The boy screamed and god, Katsuki felt it send electricity through his whole body. The blonde gripped Deku's little waist, pulling the boy down on his cock as he used him like a fleshlight.

"God, everyone's gonna hear you if you scream like that, fuckin' slut," he hissed through gritted teeth. Truthfully, Katsuki wanted him to scream more. It was hot.

"Hah..ah..!! Kacchan, Kacchan! I'm gonna–"

"Fucking cum for me, Nerd. And tell me exactly what's making you cum."

"Mn!! C-cumming from…from Kacchan r-ra…"

Deku's pussy tightened as he blushed from embarrassment and Katsuki growled at the feeling. So damn good.

"Say it."

"K-Kacchan's raping me 'n… it f-feels so good 'm gonna cum!!"

"Fuuuck, st-stupid fuckin' nerd," the blonde rasped. "Feel so damn good, I can't stop!"

Katsuki couldn't stop. Even as Deku squirted around his cock, he couldn't stop moving his hips. When Deku wrapped his legs around his back and arms around his neck, he couldn't stop. The senior just seamlessly changed his grip as he slammed the boy down onto his cock. Oh hell, he was really about to cum in this fourteen year-old's cunt. Shit, why did that only make it better?

"Ahh, you're such a– damn!– whore, you know that? Squirting on my cock when I'm raping you," Katsuki breathed into his ear. "Sick little fucker."

Lo and behold, the kid fuckin' came again after Katsuki reminded how gross he was. It was endearing, really. Especially the way his eyes were rolled back from the pleasure. The poor thing seemed to be cumming with every thrust into him, now. Not that that would make the blonde let up. In fact, Katsuki wanted more out of him.

Katsuki pressed against the wall, harder, fueled by Deku's moans and broken gasps of his name. He placed a hand around Deku's throat, watching as the boy's eyes snapped open then lolled back once more.

"Look at me, you fuckin' dweeb."

Deku managed to get his eyes to focus on Katsuki, but it caused a blush to coat his cheeks.

"You're damn cute, you know that? You look so pretty being defiled."

The teen only whimpered in response.

"You belong to me now, Deku," Katsuki boasted, adding more pressure.

Deku moaned again.

"Got it?"

"Y-yes," Deku sputtered. "I-I'm Kacchan's."

Katsuki released Deku's throat, hardening at the sound of him coughing and gasping for air. The boy had no business being so fucking hot at his age.

"Good boy," he cooed.

Deku seemed to melt, and it stirred something soft within Katsuki.

Good boys got rewards, didn't they?

"God, you're wrecked. So fuckin' cute."

Katsuki didn't need to ask, really. Deku would be fine.

The blonde chased his high as Deku bit his shoulder, doing all he could to muffle his screams.

"Fuck, you sound so good. Talk to me."

"Kacchan… s-so…good…I can't…"

"More, baby."

"Nngh…'s h-hard," Deku complained. Forcing him to talk when he was barely coherent only turned Katsuki on more. "P-please…hah… do this to me– ah!– every day, it f-feels so good..!"

"That's what you want? 'Cause I'll fuckin' do it, Nerd."

Deku nodded, finally looking Katsuki in his eyes.

"I mean it. I'll rape you every fuckin' day," Katsuki growled.

"P-please, Kacchan…! Mnn!"

The sight of Deku's tear-streaked face made Katsuki visceral. Something primal awoke in him and he fucked into the younger boy with no regard for anyone or anything else.

"I'm gonna fill you up, Deku," Katsuki told him. "Fuck, gonna– gonna cum inside you, baby boy."

"Kacchan, w-wait– n-not inside!"

"It's not up for debate," he hissed.

"Kacchan–!"

"Shut up."

Katsuki did shut him up, by kissing him with the kind of intimacy only reserved for lovers. Deku moaned when Katsuki bit his lip, obediently opening up for Katsuki to take him, every part of him.

"'Not inside', fucking bullshit. Wrapping your legs around me like this, you're– fuuck– asking to get bred...ah!"

Katsuki couldn't control himself any longer, consumed only by the thought of cumming inside this boy who was definitely too young for him, euphoric that he'd fully corrupted him. God, the boy looked ruined. And Deku had really begged Katsuki to do this to him every day. Oh, the thought had him harder than he thought was possible.

"Fuck, take it, take it, take it! Shit you're so tight, oh fuck," the blonde was spewing filth, far too lost in the pleasure to think about his words. "God, I can't stop raping you." Katsuki's words felt deliciously wrong, way too good for him to ever consider abiding by his morals ever again. "Your cunt belongs to me, Deku, it's fuckin' mine," he growled.

"Ahh! Ka-ccha– nn!! Hah, c-cumming..!"

Deku was sobbing, squirting on his cock again, getting Katsuki wetter each time he pulled out. Fuck, he couldn't believe Deku was so fucked as to cum so many times from getting raped by a guy about to graduate. Or that he felt like he was in ecstasy as the damn perpetrator.

"Ohh fuck, Deku, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, fuckfuckfuck, I'm– Nngh!!" Katsuki growled as he buried himself into Deku, pumping his cum into the boy as orgasms washed over the two of them. God, Katsuki was still fucking cumming, entire body shaking so violently he nearly felt emasculated. "Ah…hah…fuck…" Katsuki chuckled on the come down from his high.

"Deku?"

Deku didn't answer. The poor kid was still shivering. Katsuki thought he'd sink to the ground if Katsuki didn't still have him pressed against the wall.

"Hey, Nerd…you good?"

Katsuki pulled out, then stabilized him as he unwrapped his legs and placed his feet on the ground. Deku was dripping with Katsuki's cum, and the sight was enough to make Katsuki want to fuck him again. He'd cum in the boy so much that there was a small puddle of cum on the concrete beneath him.

"Mhmm," Deku finally replied, eyes glazed over.

The boy hobbled over to his bag and rummaged through it. Seeing him bent over had Katsuki dangerously close to getting hard again. The nerd pulled out wet wipes, and Katsuki scoffed. Of course he was that prepared. Katsuki pulled up his pants, not even really bothering to clean up. And maybe he was gross enough to want to keep Deku's scent on him.

When Deku had fixed himself up, he started wordlessly walking toward the door.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"...Home?"

"What, you're not gonna talk to me about this?"

"You're not coming?"

Oh.

Katsuki blushed a little, kind of embarrassed that Deku had just assumed they'd go home together.

"What about that dumb kid you were supposed to go on a date with?"

Deku turned around, leaning against the door.

"For stability," he explained. He was certainly waddling. "Also, I'm looking at him."

"What?"

"You owe me after taking my virginity."

"You wanted it!!"

"Yeah. Maybe enough to spread a lie knowing it would make you jealous," the boy said, a cheeky grin on his face.

Katsuki's jaw dropped.

"You–?!"

"I'm not stupid, Kacchan!!"

The freshman giggled and ran…or hobbled, rather, shutting the door behind him. Katsuki stood for a few moments, dumbfounded, then gathered enough focus to start chasing Deku down the stairwell.

"You little shit!" he hollered.

It was ridiculously easy to catch up with someone of his stature, especially when he could barely walk.

Katsuki couldn't believe he'd been the one wrapped around Deku's finger. Strung along by a fuckin' Nerd.