[complete] the swan dive | the second diary - katsudeku

day two hundred and five

WARNING! THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION, OR SKIP.

these marks on my neck are made by you and you only.
these marks i wear aren't true.
they are manifestations of your anger.
for once, i've bitten off more than i can chew.

this is a recall of that night,
what you did to me that day.
it's something that i cannot forget.
it's something that you will not say.

do you remember how you abused me,
and hurt me,
and made me cry out in pain?

nevertheless, i endured it.
no pain, no gain.
i wanted to see you happy.
i let you use me,
because i was addicted to you,
you were a drug, like cocaine.

"Fucking nerd!" groaned Katsuki as he looked at the greenette's dishevelled curls. The blonde harshly grabbed a handful of the smaller boy's hair and used it to pull him up to his face, where they shared a wet kiss: one filled with no passion- only lust and desperation. The younger teen was lost in pleasure, so much so that he didn't care. He had to admit that the blonde was good. Sickeningly good. It made him grimace at the thought. However, his mind was clouded by the dirty thoughts that blurred any sane or reasonable ideas.
     "K-Kaccha-ah! I'm-" moaned Izuku, the level of his voice close to screams. Beneath the blonde, his mouth released sinful moans and whines for more. He wanted more, and the blonde gave him more. His mewls of pure pleasure filled Katsuki's ears like a harmonic song- he wanted more. He recieved more.
     "Fucking hell, Deku-" grumbled Katsuki, placing his right hand on Izuku's waist. The other pinned the greenette's arms above his unruly locks, rendering the boy unable to touch or reach for anything. Katsuki was the dominant alpha, and he smirked at his 'mate' and the sight of his pleasure-strciken face. He then proceeded to roughly please the submissive male, his once-powerful thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier each second that passed, indicating his release approaching nearer and nearer. The younger boy was already tired and he had given up trying to release himself from Katsuki's grasp, his body trembling as he came for the third time that night.
     With a loud groan, Katsuki released into the greenette, his clutch loosening on the boy's wrists and his head hanging down from exhaustion. Izuku shivered at the weird sensation that tickled his insides, but he couldn't focus entirely on the atmosphere and the aftermath as he slowly drifted off to sleep, feeling the other male's warm embrace cover him like a blanket.

Then, he woke up feeling empty. Katsuki's presence was missing, he felt cold. He was alone again. His legs trembled as he swung them to the side of the bed, his behind sore as he stood up and attempted to walk to the bedroom door. The smell of omurice filled his nostrils, and he quickly opened the door and rushed down the stairs ignoring the pain that seeped throughout his body.

"K-Kacchan?"
     "Deku...listen," said Katsuki as he handed Izuku a plate with the finished dish. He watched as the smaller boy sat down in a seat, muttered 'Itadakimasu', picked up the utensils and started to eat. The blonde sighed and hung his head down. "Just...just forget about what happened last night, okay?"

Izuku felt his whole world crash and explode into a million pieces.

It meant nothing.