cruel affection

one

The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin echoed in the dorm room, and yet all Izuku could hear were the whines and whimpers coming from the boy underneath him.

He could feel the sweat covering Kacchan's thighs, the tension in the muscles, his legs draped over Izuku's shoulders as the blond struggled to lean forward - desperate for that one bit of affection that he always seemed to crave. Part of him wanted to cave in, to press his lips against Katsuki's and give him everything he wanted.

But no, Izuku simply grinned down at him, tilting his head up just as their lips were about to meet.

The needy whine Katsuki let out nearly made him cum - delicious.

Instead of letting go, filling him up and fucking him open until he was dripping and sloppy, all he did was thrust harder, faster, hand moving over Katsuki's side until he could grip his jaw, keep him in place while he glared down at him.

"Please, I-Izuku, please," the words were filled with desperation, something so rarely heard in that demanding, gruff voice - it was only during these times that Kacchan's voice took on that sort of emotion, only when Izuku was thrusting into him until it hurt. A strange sort of undertone laced the plea, however.

Izuku didn't know just what it was, but he didn't care to find out, all that mattered was the tight, wet heat around his cock.

"Please kiss me."

Izuku's grip tightened on his cheeks, pushing them together and leaning closer, inches away from where Katsuki wanted him the most, "why don't you earn it first, huh?"

"Wh-what do you want me to do?"

Those pretty red eyes suddenly filled with tears, brimming with emotion as Izuku moved his hand lower to hold onto his throat.

Fuck.

So beautiful.

"Look at you. You'd do anything for it, huh? Such a nasty, desperate little whore, aren't you?"

But Katsuki did not answer, he merely stared up at him, his gaze hazy and unfocused as he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, leaving it raw and red and, fuck, Izuku wanted to push his cock between those plump lips and fuck his throat until he sobbed, until his voice was fucked up for days and everyone wondered why he couldn't speak. Izuku didn't think, he barely gave him a few seconds of silence before he moved.

The sound of the slap against Katsuki's cheek seemed to ring in his ears, the sensitive skin already turning red as Katsuki gasped and blinked back the tears, staring up at him as if he couldn't believe Izuku had just done that - the same expression he always wore whenever Izuku hit him, that cute little dazed look that drove Izuku closer and closer to the edge.

His stupid little cockslut.

And yet, despite the stinging of his skin, Katsuki still did not answer. Izuku moved once more, delivering another harsh slap before his grip tightened around his throat.

"I asked you a fucking question, you little slut. Answer me."

The tears finally spilt down Katsuki's cheeks, marring the pale skin with wet tracks as he gasped, trying to breathe while Izuku's thrusts sped up. Izuku was about to pull out, turn the boy around and cover that pretty little ass with the same marks that spread across his cheeks, but the sound that came out of Katsuki stopped him in his tracks - a sob.

A desperate, fearful sound. Izuku's hips stuttered, hand loosening around Katsuki's throat and allowing him to breathe.

And all he could do was watch as Katsuki covered his face with trembling hands, those horrible, pain-filled noises still coming through regardless of the palms covering his mouth. Finally, he snapped out of it, stilling and wrapping his fingers around Katsuki's wrists to try and pry them away from his face.

He wanted to see him, he needed to see his baby, to find out what the fuck was wrong.

Fuck.

Fuck.

"H-hey, baby, Kacchan?"

"I-I don't get wh-what you want me to do!" Katsuki finally let out, words interrupted by gasps for air as he continued to cry. "I try so hard and you-you never think it's good enough, you never like me."

"Kacch-"

"Just tell me what I can do to make you like me! Tell me how to be good cause I-I'm trying but a-all you ever do is hit me an-and call me names and I-I just want to feel good!"

Izuku reached forward, desperate to wipe away those tears, but Kacchan flinched away.

Fuck. He looked at his baby, the handprint on Katsuki's cheek now a bitter reminder of how badly he had fucked up.

"I just want to feel p-pretty but I know you don't think I am be-because all you ever do is call me disgusting and slap me! I don't want you to-to hurt me anymore."

Izuku's vision grew blurry with tears, arms trembling as he tried to take in a deep breath.

Oh.

Oh no.

"A-and you barely ever kiss me wh-when we do it, all I want is for you to kiss me but you never want to and I d-don't know what I've done wrong. Why don't you love me?!"

He shook himself out of his stupor at the words, slowly pulling out the rest of his soft cock now that he finally found the strength to move at all, nearly letting out a sob himself at the painful whine Katsuki let out. Fuck. He barely even prepped him. Instead, he assumed Kacchan was okay, he would take it, he could take it, and so he shoved two fingers inside of him, ignored his wince and barely stretched him out before he fucked him.

And now Kacchan was in pain - pain that he, apparently, didn't enjoy.

His entire body seemed to tremble while he moved, muscles shaking and breathing coming out uneven. But he couldn't focus on that - he didn't matter, not when he'd been so selfish so far, not when Katsuki was starting to turn around and curl in on himself as he cried.

Cried because of him.

He wrapped his arms around the blond as soon as he lay down on his side, gently pulling him in until his head was hidden in the crook of his neck and he could feel the tears dripping onto his skin. "You're so good, baby," his grip tightened at the sound of Katsuki's sob, at the shaking of his head as he tried to pull away, deny the words, "no, no, always so good for me, so beautiful. I'm so sorry, baby, so sorry."

His words didn't seem to do anything, though, and so he simply pulled Katsuki in closer, until their bodies were pressed together and he could run his hands over Katsuki's back as the boy continued to weep.

But he didn't stop speaking, he couldn't. "Every time we do anything I'm so proud of you, you're absolutely perfect. I'm sorry for making you feel like you aren't. I-I didn't mean to, fuck." He inhaled, pressing a kiss to Katsuki's temple as his fingers ran down his spine. "Everything I say to you is just... it's not serious, I don't mean it. I-I just... I just say it during sex c-cause I thought you liked it. I would never think you're disgusting, sweetheart. Never. I love you, I love you so much."