Blue Dandelions

biting palms | midori_kibou

Summary:

izuku gets what he asks for.

Notes:

written for MHAKinksmas 2022 (there is an implied age difference of eight years). Unbeta'd because I am absolutely feral and basically typed this directly on twt dot com. enjoy :')

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

it's hard to tell if or when katsuki is in the room. izuku sees nothing, hears nothing. there's only the feeling of a vibrator fucking away in his pussy, spilling bits of the last load katsuki spent inside his cunt, slick dripping onto the floor as he's forced to just take it.

the speed of the vibrator is remotely controlled, and izuku never knows if it will beat his walls senseless, or buzz just enough for him to feel the tingles, for the phantom sound of buzzing to keep him wet and dripping, but not enough for him to cum .

he wants to squirm, but the binds connected to the frame are sturdy, and the rope is just tight enough to prevent him from moving. he's whining weakly around the rings of the spider gag, forcing his mouth open, the ache starting to settle in his jaw as he drools and whimpers.

he wants to grind down, but he's helpless, dangling in the air as the rope bites against his skin, no doubt leaving marks. his lower stomach is starting to cramp a little from the amount of times the toy has mercilessly pounded his walls, only to shut off when he's so close.

it's a cruel cycle, on and off like the tides to the moon, but izuku just wants those waves to crash ashore and wash him away. pleasure brushes him like the teasing laps of the ocean, and no matter how hard he chases, the waves always recede away from his desperate grasp.

the toy feels nice, but he wants kacchan's cock, wants to be speared open and stuffed full and wants to squeeze every drop from it when he finally comes-

he garbles around the gag when the toy is yanked so suddenly from him, tongue lolling from the ring as a groan rips from his chest.

a quick sting zips from his groin throughout his body, izuku yips a sharp sound as he feels another one. the tingling sensation jolts him again, right over his clit, before it nips at his nipples and disappears. izuku sobs around his gag because he was close, so close-

the earmuffs are pulled from him, and all the sounds suddenly rush into his ears. everything's suddenly too loud; the whirring of the toy discarded across the room somewhere, the sound of his own labored breathing, the sound of–

"still mumblin' through a damn spider gag."

katsuki's voice soothes like a salve, yet it's rough, a grit that sends brushes over izuku's skin and sends tingles down his spine. he wants to call for his kacchan, but all he manages is another pathetic yelp as the tingles nip at his nipples, pebbled and puffy from a thorough teasing prior.

izuku wriggles his hips, already feeling so empty, breaking into tears because that wave of orgasm almost washed over him but it ebbs away again, receding from his grasp. he squeals when katsuki brings a hand down his cunt, sharp and biting, slaps so loud it echoes in izuku's ear, red eyes watching the way his slick gushes with each impact.

"what? can't get off without a cock in your greedy cunt?"

slap .

"told you to be quiet while i worked, guess you're too cock hungry to listen huh?"

slapslap

"needy little slut." crackle . the last slap is accompanied with a quick pop of heat, palm searing his pussy on impact.