Prick

Three

Katsuki hated that shitty Deku. Who does he think he is, acting like a little slut, enticing Katsuki to fuck him then he fucking his his neck like a rabid animal, leaving a large and noticable mark on his Adams apple.

He had hissed and cursed, smacking the twink upside the head until he released his throat from his jaws. Midoriya just giggled and kissed his cheek, hugging his shoulders with his arms and his waist with his thighs, acting like a clingy octopus as he licked lazily at his neck, muttering the stupid nickname over and over again.

Kacchan~ Kacchan is so good~ I want more Kacchan~

Yikes. That's all Katsuki could think of as he leaned himself up, glancing at Midoriya who was still perched on the counter, fingering himself slowly. "I'm still horny." He pouted as he closed his eyes.

"Well I'm not. I can't believe I just fucked a little slut like you." Katsuki growled lowly, glaring at him as he headed towards the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, Kacchan~!" Midoriya giggled like a drunk teen, waving as the door closed. "Come here Shoto, I'm hungry." Katsuki heard through the door. He grimaced. Great, someone was in there with them the whole time.

Katsuki headed to the bar as he pulled out his wallet, shoving through the sea of people. He made it across after finding someone shoved wet underwear in his pocket. He gagged and threw it into the sea of bodies, wiping his hands off on his jeans. He pulled a twenty from his wallet and slapped it on the bar. "I need as much of your strongest shit a twenty can get me." He said to the white haired bartender who raised an eyebrow. His nose twitched slightly and he took the money, his eyes traveling to the bite on Katsuki's neck.

"Midoriya?"

"I'm pretty damn sure you don't get paid to ask questions. Get me a fucking drink." The blonde snapped. White hair rolled his eyes.

"You'll be the one asking questions once Midoriya comes for you." Was all he said before he turned and reached for something off the top shelf.

What was that supposed to mean?

Katsuki was about to ask until he felt a presence behind him. "Aye, Bakubro! I'm so fucking wasted!" Kirishima laughed, swinging an arm around Katsuki's shoulders. "Dude, you smell like sex."

"Get off, shit hair." Katsuki snarled, pushing the drunkard off with a growl.

"Why you gatto be so ruuuude~?" Kirishima slurred with a laugh as he sat himself heavily on a bar stool. "Don't chu know I'm thirsty toooo. I'm gonna carry you anyway!"

"No you're not." Katsuki growled lowly and grabbed the glass the bartender placed down and started to chug it, the music thumping in a quick beat that made it impossible for the blonde to differentiate it from his own heart beat.

"Fantastic!" Kaminari suddenly shouted over the music as he cane towards us with Tetsutetsu behind him. "We should get going! Tetsutetsu just puked behind the DJ box!" He added, pointing behind him with his thumb.

"Fine. Aren't you the designated driver?"

"Yep! Not one bit of alcohol for me! Well accept those jello shots but look! I can hop on one foot, pat my head and rub my belly!" He stood on one foot and went to go into his demonstration before he slumped back into Tetsutetsu and got a Saitama look on his face.

"Great. Now we're stranded." Katsuki growled and face palmed.

"Would you like me to call you an Uber?" Todoroki questioned as he started to wipe down the bar with a white towel.

"Yes please~! Can we have Madonna as our Uber driver?!" Kirishima asked excitedly as Todoroki picked up a phone from befind the counter.

"No." He said simply as he dialed a number and held the phone to his ear as he walked away a bit. "Hello, Shinsou... I need you to come and pick up a lot of kids and drive them home...." He said quietly, glancing over his shoulder. "I know, you don't want to deal with people but Midoriya marked one of them... He's blonde. Can't miss him... Just hurry up... Wait are you eating a honeybun?" Todoroki frowned when he heard the sound of cellophane. "You are on a very specific diet! It's your week to feed Midoriya! You know he can't have junk food!" Todoroki rubbed his face, groaning into the phone. "it is not fine! You can't jus- Shinsou? Shinsou! You little-" Todoroki groaned and placed the phone down, turning around and walking over to grab a water from the employee fridge.

He drank it quietly and glanced at the drunker lot. "You, grey hair. How drunk are you?"

Tetsutetsu tilted his head. "uh slightly below trashed. Why?"

"Can you punch your Uber driver for me?"