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"You're saying something, hero?" Katsuki chuckled darkly in his ear, tightening the rope around his wrists.
Izuku bit down on his tongue, trying not to make a sound so as to not further provoke her wrath.
"What? The mighty number one hero is silent now, really?" She circled the chair and stood in front of him. Izuku tried to move his hands, testing the strength of the rope, and damn, they didn't budge. She really wasn't playing around. The renowned villain's big name really wasn't only for show.
He couldn't really use his quirk now because of the drug she had slipped into his drink earlier. Fuck.
Katsuki clicked her tongue. "You look fucking helpless now. Pathetic, hero. Tied down like a loser. Who would've guessed that the only thing needed to be done in order to take you down was lure you with a pretty lady in a club? What a slut."
A perfectly manicured hand grabbed his jaw tightly and forced him to look up, right into a set of crimson eyes.
"I really want to try something, you know. Before I bring you in to the boss and let the higher-ups toy with you however they want."
She pried his legs apart and pushed one knee between his thighs, putting her arms around his neck and on the back of the chair, effectively trapping him.
Izuku breathed hard.
In this position, her breasts were placed right in front of his face.
It's true what she had said. It only took a stunning blonde flirting with him on the bar for him to bring his guards down. And here he was, tied down to a chair and temporarily quirkless, in the mercy of one of the most fearsome villains in the country.
What a hero he was.
"I've heard from some little fucking birds that you are a monster in bed," Katsuki started, one finger trailing the skin of his shoulder. "And apparently with the stamina of a beast.”
Katsuki hummed to herself. “I wonder if you’d still have the same qualities after you so stupidly took the drug.”
The leg between his thighs moved further up until it’s pressed against his crotch, and Izuku let out a groan.
“Oh, you’re hard already?” she raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Fucking pervert. They let lecher heroes like you to round the streets? Serve as their protector?”
She spat right beside Izuku’s ear. He shouldn’t have found that hot, but oh he did.
“You disgust me, hero. I’m gonna teach you a lesson.”
Katsuki moved away to grab something on the desk behind him and Izuku nearly whined at the loss of warmth. Call him insane, but he was thoroughly getting off to this. Katsuki might be evil, but she was undeniably attractive. Short blonde hair and piercing ruby eyes and red lipsticks and neat teeth that Izuku would very much like to break his skin.
She came back with a tape and ripped it off with her mouth. Izuku was about to groan at the sight but then she put the tape right against his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Don’t think I couldn’t hear your growls, bitch. Horny bastard. I want you to shut the fuck up and sit down.”
Izuku couldn’t do anything but comply, helpless in her hands.
Katsuki stepped back again, seemingly satisfied with her work.
“Now you,” she said slowly, slipping off her stilettos, letting her stocking-clad legs touch the floor, “are going to watch… as I touch myself.”
Izuku let out a noise at the back of his throat, already not liking this arrangement. He couldn’t even touch his own cock.
“What did I say? Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Katsuki glowered at him. When Izuku stilled again in his seat, she hummed and started to lift up the bottom of her dress, very slowly inching the fabric upwards.
Izuku swallowed hard. He longed to place his hands on those smooth thighs, the fair skin looking even more delicious decorated with the black material of the stockings.
Except those weren’t stockings.
They were thigh-highs with a black lacy garter belt.
And Katsuki wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.
Her pussy was out in full display.
Izuku moaned through the tape. Katsuki miraculously didn’t get angry, instead chuckling darkly as if she was amused by his reaction.
“Like what you see?”
Izuku frantically nodded.
“Thought so. Pervs like you would fucking kill for this shit.”
Katsuki swiftly took off her dress and let it flutter to the ground, leaving her only in the black lingerie and bra.
She brought one hand between her legs and oh, Izuku could see that she was already wet.
Katsuki let out a small moan of her own as she pushed her folds to the side. Izuku struggled against the ropes binding him, itching to get his hands on her. The bulge in his pants was most definitely visible now, and it was painful how neglected his dick was.
Katsuki tsked. “Already fucking hard and the show hasn’t even started yet.”
Right afterwards, she slipped her finger inside her hole and moaned.
“Ah, God,” she grunted, pushing deeper and deeper until the entrance hit her knuckles.
Izuku moaned with her, muffled due to the tape. He wanted to touch her so fucking bad.
Katsuki inserted another finger alongside the first one, moving the digits in and out. “H-Haah, yes,” she sighed long and the sound went straight to Izuku’s very hard dick. Her eyes slipped close in pleasure.
After she brought in another finger, making them three in total, her knees started to buck underneath her and she had to prop herself up with one hand on Izuku’s knees. Izuku could see her thumb rubbing circles on her clit, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Mmmh! Mmmm!” Izuku struggled, moving left and right, squirming impatiently. He wanted, no, needed to help Katsuki out. He didn’t care if she’d shoot him dead afterwards, at the moment he was overcome with extreme lust that he thought he’d die if he stayed strapped to the chair.
“Wha– Ah! W-What are you whining about, perv? You wanna touch?”
Izuku nodded his head, fast.
“Alright, I’ll give you an even more exclusive… ahh, access.”
At that, Katsuki walked over, hand still splayed on her pussy, and dropped down right on Izuku’s lap.
“You’re not getting out of those ropes though,” she drawled, and then resumed her fingers’ ministrations on her genitals.
“A-Ahh, fuckkk,” Katsuki moaned, now four fingers in, bringing them in and out, gathering speed. Izuku watched her face contorted in pleasure, head thrown back and drool coming out of one corner of her mouth.
Izuku restlessly moved underneath her, tortured by having her so close yet couldn’t do anything to touch her. He was so painfully hard, he thought he could break his pants solely with his hard-on.
“Nnggg! Mmmmm!” He tried to make a noise from under the tape.
Katsuki peeled her eyes open and looked at him with hooded eyes, the red in those irises so dark and her pupils were blown in lust.
“Hmm? Wha- Ah, what’s that, hero? Can’t take this anymore?”
Her hands moved up and then she mercifully ripped the tape off his mouth. Izuku could smell the intense aroma of Katsuki’s sex, having the fingers she just had in her moments before so near to his face.
“Please, please, please let me touch you!” he begged right after he got the unspoken permission to talk.
Katsuki gave him a lopsided grin. “Desperate much, Deku? What would your beloved citizens say when they see you in this state, hmm? At the mercy of a villain, pathetically begging to cum.”
“I don’t care about any of them now! I want you, Kat– Ah! Kacchan!”
He let out a long groan when Katsuki’s hand skimmed over his throbbing dick over the fabric of his pants. His dick had been longing for something to touch it, and now it’s wish was granted, albeit half-heartedly.
There was no prior warning when Katsuki suddenly released a small explosion with her palm, effectively burning the material off. The explosion was very controlled, it only made his aching member feel a bit of heat, but not bruised in any way.
Izuku hissed, finally having his dick exposed to air.
“You’re still not the one in control here, hero. Don’t fucking deserve it, after abandoning your people just for a pussy to thrust into. Hah, can’t blame you though, I know this pussy’s fucking great.” Katsuki smirked, plunging two of her fingers back inside.
“K-Kacchan, Kacchan, please, let me touch you,” Izuku sobbed. He didn’t care how desperate he sounded and looked, he just needed to be inside Katsuki immediately, feel that heat around him.
“Shut the fuck up. Just because I took your tape off doesn’t mean you can blabber all you want. Remember, I’m the one in control here.”
Katsuki spread her legs wider and properly sat down on his lap. His dick was now only a few inches away from her wet pussy, equally drenched in pre-cum.
She lifted her hips up a little, using Izuku’s shoulders as leverage, placing herself right above Izuku’s stiff member, holding it upright with one hand.
“You are not allowed to cum until I say so, got it?” she warned him, before sinking down, inserting Izuku’s dick inside her tight heat.
“God!” Izuku shouted in pleasure as she sank lower and lower, fully seating herself on his dick. Shittt, that felt so good!
Her insides were squeezing him just perfectly and Izuku hissed at the warmth engulfing him.
"F-Fuck," Katsuki breathed, her arms pushing down Izuku's shoulders, "at least they're right about one thing. You're goddamned hung."
And then she raised her hips and dropped back down again, making Izuku moan loudly, grasping at the ropes that he could hold.
"Ahh, fuck, not bad, hero," she whispered, peering at him through her lashes. There were several beads of sweat rolling down her temple. Izuku wanted to lick them.
She moved again, earning twin moans from both of their mouths. Izuku glanced down at her lips, red lipstick a bit smeared.
"C-Can I… kiss you? Please?" begged Izuku. The shine of spit on those lips was too tempting.
Katsuki let out a dark laugh, bringing one hand up and plunged her thumb inside his mouth. "You're getting fucking bold now, hero, demanding stuff from me. Remember where you belong."
The finger tasted a little like herself, and that made Izuku grunt and suck the digit like a madman.
"What a sick bastard," Katsuki snickered and continued to move up and down.
"Katsu- H-Hah… 'M close, 'm close, don't stop, don't stop..." Izuku gasped around Katsuki's thumb, desperate for release.
But then Katsuki stopped moving.
She just sat there, dick inside her, covering him in so much heat it was almost unbearable.
"Ah, Katsuki, m-move, please…" Izuku could hear how breathless he was. Katsuki's insides were so hot, her walls squeezing him and he could feel her pulsing.
Katsuki's response was a chuckle. "Hmm, should I?"
Izuku was sobbing by now, tears springing up to his eyes. "Please, p-please let me cum… Kat- Kacchan, please…"
Her hand left his face and traveled down. Izuku's eyes followed the movement and he saw Katsuki rubbing her clit vigorously, eyes fluttering close at the contact, mouth hanging open.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit…" she moaned, slumping forwards in pleasure. Izuku desperately tried to thrust his hips upwards. He needed to cum, like, right now, the pressure on his lower region was too much.
And then Katsuki finally, finally moved up, letting his dick slide out halfway before dropping back down.
Both of them moaned in unison, Katsuki speeding up and Izuku uncontrollably snapping his hips upwards and meeting Katsuki in the middle.
"Fuck, fuck, cum for me, hero, cum for me," she ordered, and it only took him a single thrust for him to cum so hard he saw stars.
Izuku felt Katsuki's walls clamping down on him, and then her entire body twitched, a silent moan escaping her as she dropped her forehead on his shoulder, orgasm ripping through her body in waves.
They kept moving until both their hips stilled and they spilled every drop of cum, going down from their high.
Katsuki panted on his lap, still keeping Izuku inside her. He was oversensitive at this point, but he couldn't complain. It felt way too good.
Katsuki pulled her body back and looked into Izuku's eyes, and then suddenly dissolved into a small laughter.
"Damn, you really got off on that, huh, 'Zuku?"
The shaking of her body caused his softening dick to slip out, and both of them winced for a moment before Izuku joined in on her giggling fit.
"That was… that was amazing, Kacchan. Thank you." He smiled up at his girlfriend, gaze full of affection.
Katsuki shook her head, still smiling. "You came for so long I thought you were pissing for a second."
"That's just because it was too good! Also I saw you were already dripping before we even began. You enjoyed this too."
"And what if I did?" Katsuki's hands went to the back of the chair and started untying the ropes. Izuku nuzzled his face into her breasts. He knew he was going to have to go to work with red marks around his wrists tomorrow, but shit if he didn't love the visuals and the pain.
"The garter belt turned me on so hard, Kacchan. The drug was a little bit of a surprise as well," Izuku chuckled, pulling his hands apart and rotating his wrists to let the blood flow again.
Katsuki huffed. "You told me to get into the character. You okay now? It should wear off by now."
Izuku flexed his biceps and immediately green lightning coursed throughout his arms. Definitely already back to normal.
"We should do this again sometimes." He tilted his chin upwards and Katsuki met him in the middle, their lips touching softly and tenderly, a contrast to the sex they just had.
"Mmm. I wanna fuck you next time, though," Katsuki said in-between kisses.
"Whatever you want, Kacchan," Izuku replied, toying with the hem of her thigh-highs. "I'm all yours."
Katsuki went back down and recaptured his lips in a firm kiss.
"Yeah. You're mine, nerd."