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“There! There, I see something!” Kaminari laughs excitedly as he points deeper into the trees.
Katsuki scoffs. “No one can see shit out here.”
Hands wrap around his bicep and forearm, tugging him forwards into the mess of sticks and leaves. “I can,” Kaminari snarks proudly, yanking an annoyed Katsuki along with him. “Kiri, you see-?”
“Wait, yeah?” Kirishima says, and when Katsuki turns to raise a brow at him, he sees the redhead’s eyes are squinted. There’s no fucking sun? “Kinda? Could just be some rocks, though?”
Mina prances in front of their group to grin with her hands on her hips. “Only one way to find out,” she rallies brightly. Katsuki groans while the rest of their group whoops and cheers, ushering each other further into the forest.
And not just any forest, of course. His friends, after chugging wine and mead during sunset, announced they had wanted to go on a drunken adventure. That is: exploring the Ancient Grounds in the dead of night.
Katsuki, mostly sober and a non-believer of some stuck-up higher being assholes, was not a fan of the development. They had begged and pleaded for him to join them, though, arguing how it wouldn’t be a proper 'squad' adventure without the blonde. But that’s not why Katsuki swears and begrudgingly allows them to drag him along. The woods are deep and possibly dangerous - the last thing he wanted was for one of his idiots to hurt themselves or go missing because they were too drunk or (and) stupid to take care of themselves. And each other. And, if anything did happen to them, maybe Katsuki knew he’d have his own head over the matter after choosing not to go with them. He’s not a complete asshole. He’d rather keep a watchful eye on the morons.
He’d also rather they pulled this shit sober and in daylight, but, well. Can only adhere to the circumstances.
Sero trips over a fallen log, accidentally crunching on a pile of sticks and dead leaves behind them. Kaminari yelps and clings to Katsuki’s arm tighter as he whips his head around, eyes wide with fear. Jirou rolls her eyes at him. Mina and Kirishima both stifle their laughs. Katsuki, two seconds away from flinging the shorter blonde into the trees, glowers.
“Kaminari, this was your idea,” Jirou says boredly, sipping from the cup she had somehow brought with her.
“I know!” Kaminari says back, annoyedly, before huffing a laugh to himself nervously. “I just- I don’t wanna piss off the Gods!”
Katsuki steps over a large rock and makes Kaminari yelp as he unceremoniously is dragged along. He falls against Katsuki’s chest heavily, which the taller chooses to ignore. Drunk idiot. “Stop squealin’ like a pig or you’ll piss off whatever’s out here,” Katsuki growls. “Like the wolves or bears. Y’know, real things.”
Despite continuing to walk forwards, Kaminari still has his cheek pressed into Katsuki’s left pec, his arms wrapped around Katsuki’s own. “Your boobs are soft,” he says wistfully, comfortable.
Katsuki uses his free hand to force the idiot’s face off of him. “You’re bait,” he decides, shaking Kaminari’s grip off of his arm and ignoring the other’s whining. “If we’re chased out here, you’re bait.”
Kaminari gasps, offended. Mina giggles. “Baku, lay off him. Some of us don’t wanna be damned,” she scolds with a grin.
“Yeah!” Kirishima agrees, his bright smile easily seen despite the shadowed land around them. “And look!”
Katsuki’s eyes follow to where the redhead is pointing, finally seeing what the others claimed to have spotted. Well, fuck me. There was actually something out there that was more than natural rock, though it had been impacted by erosion and time. With each step they crept closer to it, it seemed more and more man-made. Which didn’t make much sense - why the hell would someone construct a stone house out in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere? At least, it seemed like a house at some point, or maybe more of a shed. When the group finally walks up to the structure and pauses to take a look, Katsuki can see there’s only three standing walls that are rough around the edges. It looked as if a heavy storm could make the entire thing crumble. Something about it unsettled something in Katsuki’s stomach.
“This is, like, some horror shit,” Sero muses, a hand rubbing along his pathetic excuse to grow a beard. He walks towards one of the walls to inspect it more closely, a movement the others follow along with. Katsuki tries to stay back, but a playful shove to his shoulders by Kirishima makes him step forwards as well. Sero traces a finger featherlight against the wall and purses his lips. “Somethin’s written, but I dunno what.”
“Probably gibberish from the first group of drunkards through here,” Katsuki grumbles, crossing his arms. Jirou elbows him in the side. He winces then glares down at her, but she just raises her brows and continues to drink from her cup. How much was in that?
“Which sector do ya think we’re in?” Kirishima wonders as he browses along the walls. Katsuki doesn’t like how comfortable everyone was being in such a close proximity to the weird structure. “We walked kinda far, right? Are we still under Iz-”
“EEK!” Kaminari suddenly squeals, again, and Katsuki’s heartbeat races as he whips his head around to look for the other. The shorter blonde is laughing with Mina as she pretends to hunt him, proclaiming herself as a God and cornering him towards the middle wall. Kaminari is fakely pleading for her mercy, stumbling backwards with his hands raised in surrender.
And then, he stumbles worse. Katsuki’s eyes widen as Kaminari trips over his own feet until he’s falling backwards into the stone wall, the elbow of his left arm crunching into the stone audibly.
Katsuki winces, fearing for the bones of his friend’s elbow. But when he raises his gaze to Kaminari’s face, he’s met not with a pained expression, but a terrified one.
The stone in the wall, scribbled with nonsense, crumbles to the ground.
A chill sweeps over the group as they all stare towards Kaminari with wide eyes.
“Dude,” Kirishima whispers, and Katsuki doesn’t understand why they’ve all become so scared.
“I- I-” Kaminari can’t speak, his entire body trembling though he’s frozen from his fear. And maybe Katsuki had more to drink tonight than he’d thought, because while the crumbling stone had shaken and spewed dust, his eyes were seeing a dark gray smoke beginning to seep out from the impact hole. The unsettled feeling in Katsuki’s stomach skyrockets into his throat, but he swallows down his panic to once again look at Kaminari’s face. Kaminari is already looking towards him. Katsuki’s heart aches at the way the other seems to be silently screaming please, help me.
That’s enough to make Katsuki finally move.
He surges forwards and grabs Kaminari by the shoulders, flinging the drunken blonde away from the wall so that Katsuki could swap their places.
“Bak-” Kaminari tries, choking.
Katsuki pushes Kaminari away and ignores the way his friends have started shouting, pleading to the Gods to spare them, spare Katsuki, their fear growing as the plumes of smoke now increase around him. Katsuki has his back to the wall but knows the situation is worsening as the smoke starts to feel solid against his body, wrapping around his limbs and torso to secure him in place. Katsuki grits his teeth and ignores his own raising anxiety to make eye contact with each of his friends as they try to scramble towards him, using his last moments with a free arm to hold out his hand. “Stay back,” he orders hurriedly, angrily. He’s not mad at them for the accident - he’s mad that they were about to get themselves hurt instead of keeping a fucking distance. “Wherever I go,” Katsuki grits out, the sludge-like smoke slinking along his jaw and cheeks, aiming for his mouth. “Don’t come.”
The smoke slides past his lips. It doesn’t choke him, surprisingly, and doesn’t taste like anything, but Katsuki knows it’s there. It trickles behind his eyelids, painting his vision gray around the edges of his view of his friends crying, trembling, screaming, reaching their hands and hearts out to him desperately despite his orders.
And then he can’t see, nor feel, a thing.
Katsuki never imagined death feeling like an abyss. He figured he was falling through something, given the way his stomach and sense of orientation swooped and swirled despite the darkness surrounding him, and falling meant down. Down to the pits of Hell, which he didn’t exactly agree he was meant to be sent to. Or perhaps down to the plains of Limbo, which would also suck but exponentially less. He was kinda an asshole when he was alive, arguably.
But falling doesn’t mean up. So when the darkness suddenly shifts to bright, fluffy white clouds in an expanse of light yellow and azure sky, Katsuki’s at a loss for words. Death and falling shouldn't mean Heaven, and certainly not for someone like him.
And yet, as he finds himself standing on one of those clouds and blinking wide eyes up at five strongly-built giants, he thinks this could be a personal Heaven. Or a total, complete nightmare.
“He’s here!” One of the giants, a woman with a short brown bob, sings happily as she eyes Katsuki. Dressed in flowing robes of pink and white, she seems as free as the winds that swirl around the odd space. She’s sitting crossed legged on a cloud that seems a good enough distance away to be perceived as small, but is not. Katsuki tries not to cringe into himself away from her intense gaze, but then realizes he is nearly naked, sans a small white loincloth around his genitals. It didn’t even cover his ass, if the wind against his skin was any tell. What the fuck. “And ooh, he’s cute!”
“And a troublemaker,” scoffs the giant who sits in the middle, a large man with deep blue hair and a body Katsuki would rather not see when his boner could be easily spotted. Though all these giants could be described as large, the middle man was exceptionally big. He was topless in just robe-like pants of navy blue fabric, though even the ‘clothing’ could not hide the expanse of his muscular legs. Katsuki wasn’t a man of fear nor trepidation, but even he could sense the underlying and evident strength of him. The male giant turns to look down at the woman over the bridge of his nose (why would a hallucination need glasses?) and scowls at her. “Do not excite, Ochako. This is a heathen before us.”
The words make Katsuki shiver, completely unrelated to the odd winds.
“Aw, come on Tenya,” another male voice whines playfully towards the left. Katsuki flicks his eyes towards the voice, slightly jumping in his skin when he finds the giant’s viridian gaze already upon him. The giant grins, stretching the freckled skin of his face. “I’m sure Kacchan didn’t mean to.”
Kacchan? What the hell is a Kacchan?
The middle giant, Tenya, scoffs. “Look at him,” he says, causing all of the giants to once again look Katsuki up and down. Where were his fucking clothes?! When Katsuki decides to look back towards Tenya, the giant is sneering at him with distaste, red eyes glaring. “He is before us with a lack of robes - telling, of his rotten character.”
“Or telling of his honesty,” another male giant muses towards the right, besides the woman- Ochako, his voice smooth and monotonous and hard to discern. Katsuki can’t help his lip curling in disgust at the sight of the giant - split hair? Really? How was Katsuki supposed to take any of this shit seriously, despite his instincts telling him he was fucked?
So, he ends up not. “Anybody want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” He shouts as he crosses his arms, making up for his smaller size in volume.
The freckled giant winces. Next to him, the final giant, a woman with similarly green hair and a small stature, shoots Katsuki a cringeful look. When she speaks, however, it’s not with aggravation. “No need to shout, Katsuki. We can hear you just fine.”
Okay, so these things know his name. That’s nice.
“Where. The fuck. Am I?” Katsuki grits out at a normal volume, glaring down the line of giants. His eyes fall back to Tenya, however, when the man scoffs and crosses his own bulging arms. Somehow, he makes sitting criss-cross-applesauce slightly intimidating.
“You are where careless fools arrive post causing disruption in our sectors,” he explains, like a smartass, because those words don’t mean shit to Katsuki.
Katsuki’s eye twitches. He smiles up at the giant sarcastically, goading. “In fucking Japanese, asshole?”
Ochako gasps. The dual-haired giant’s eyes widen. Both green-haired giants sigh.
Tenya’s muscles flex as his expression hardens. “You are being tried before the Gods for shattering a rune.”
Oh.
Fuck.
Gods were real, apparently.
Katsuki forces himself not to show his surprise on his face. Keep up the character, he orders himself, trying to get a read on what exactly being ‘tried’ means. Don’t let them know it wasn’t you. “So what? You gonna kill me?” He scoffs, feigning nonchalance. Really, he was sort of panicking, but what else could he do? Tell them the truth, putting Kaminari and the others at risk for his own safety? Fuck that.
A wind brushes between his naked inner thighs, making him attempt to subtly squeeze his legs together. Katsuki doesn’t feel cold, but he feels fucking exposed. “That rune thing was a piece of shit, anyways,” he continues, because he might as well dig his grave deep enough to make it worth it. “You fuckers too weak to fix that shit?” Katsuki turns his nose up at the Gods, looking ‘down’ at them sourly. “Bunch of useless nobodies.”
Ochako oohs. The dual-haired gia- God raises his brows. The green-haired woman brings her hand to her mouth. The freckled God smiles, amused.
Tenya growls, the sound reverberating heavily through the winds and into Katsuki’s bones.
“Kacchan is so interesting! Isn’t he?!” The freckled God gushes, turning towards the others with excited eyes.
Tenya turns to glare at him. “Interestingly stupid.”
Katsuki makes a sound of offense. He’s entirely ignored.
“Well, what do ya wanna do with him?” Ochako asks casually, jutting her thumb towards Katsuki but focusing on the other Gods.
Tenya shares a look with the dual-haired God over Ochako’s head. They both nod. Tenya then looks towards the green-woman beside him, who sends the large man a thumbs up. Tenya’s lips twitch. Katsuki can’t look away from him. “Education,” he decides, leaning back against nothing but wind to rest comfortably. Tenya lazily brings his gaze back to Katsuki. His expression has shifted - there’s still anger, still annoyance. But now there’s something akin to hellfire swirling in his molten gaze. Tenya’s lips peel open into a grin, and Katsuki bites his lips nervously. “And discipline.”
“YES!” Ochako and the freckled God cheer in unison, sending each other a high-five through the winds. Katsuki watches the interaction anxiously, feeling himself start to sweat. What the fuck did discipline mean to have them so excited? Katsuki tries to find answers within each of the Gods’ faces, but their eyes look at him with nothing but glee and hunger, as if he were prey.
If Katsuki wasn’t dead yet, he figured this was the beginning of his end.
The freckled God raises his hand as if he were signalling to a teacher. “Can I go first? Please? Please?” He begs, round eyes wide and turning to the other Gods with a pout on his lips. It looked severely out of place on his muscular body. Though he seemed to be the shortest male out of the three, this God was nearly as thick as Tenya, the lines of his tanned muscles accentuated by the white and green flowing fabrics he adorned.
Katsuki mentally smacks himself. You’re about to die!, he screams at himself. Stop checking out your murderers!
“You’d break him too early, Izuku,” the dual-haired God argues blandly.
Izuku sulks, lowering his hand. “But Kacchan’s in my sector!”
Izuku.
That name was familiar. While Katsuki didn’t care to keep up with the religious mumbo-jumbo his friends spewed, that name, ‘Izuku’, was definitely recurring. If the land they lived in were truly within Izuku’s designation, then it made sense Katsuki would somewhat recognize it. But could the asshole stop calling him Kacchan?
And what, exactly, would the God do to ‘break him too early’...?
“Shouto is right. No need for haste, Izuku,” Tenya soothes, calm, but he hasn’t removed his eyes from Katsuki. He trails his eyes across each exposed plane of Katsuki’s skin, and if Katsuki weren’t on the verge of a panic attack, he would figure this God wanted to fuck him, not kill him. Tenya raises his hand with a lazy gesture to his right. “Tsuyu will go first.”
Katsuki swallows, finally breaking eye contact with Tenya to look towards the smallest God. Tsuyu, the woman with green hair. Katsuki watches as she shares a look with Tenya, exchanges a nod, then stands. Her emerald dress drapes around her, and though she is the smallest of the five, Katsuki knows better than to assume her strength based on looks.
Especially, when the next time Katsuki blinks, Tsuyu is standing in front of him on the cloud.
She’s much shorter than him, but she looks up to meet his gaze with nothing but curiosity. Her general image seems innocent. Katsuki glares down at her, anyway. Do your worst, he silently challenges her. Torture, suffering, I can take it.
Tsuyu smiles at him with a cute tilt of her head, and Katsuki blinks, thrown off. “I haven’t done this in a while,” she confesses, slowly beginning to scan Katsuki’s body as she steps around behind him. “So I apologize if this is uncomfortable, Katsuki.” She stops directly behind him. Katsuki finds he can’t move his feet, so he strains his neck to attempt to keep her in his sights.
Then there’s a small hand on the back of his neck, pushing and bending him over with a strength he has no time to prepare for. “Though I suppose that’s the intent,” Tsuyu muses, as if she wasn’t nearly face to face with Katsuki’s asshole.
“What the fu- euh?!” Katsuki’s disbelief cuts off into an odd guttural sound as something warm and wet presses against his hole, flicking across the tight muscle teasingly. His hands immediately try to fly backwards to shove Tsuyu away, but the God is small enough that he can’t reach her. “G-get offa me!”
Tsuyu doesn’t listen. Whatever she’s using to slick his entrance continues to lick and pet his sensitive rim, making Katsuki have to bite his lip to ward off any embarrassing sounds. It sort of felt good, but Hell no.
He remembers, then, that he and Tsuyu weren’t alone. Katsuki looks up frantically towards the other Gods, feeling the reddening skin of his face heat deeper in mortification as he finds them all watching intently. Ochako is giggling to herself, her pink cheeks deeper in hue. Izuku’s pupils are blown, his jaw slack. The dual-haired God - Shouto? Was that the fucker’s name? - at first seems bored, but his stoic expression has relaxed into something interested. And Tenya…
Katsuki makes terrified eye contact with Tenya as Tsuyu slips into his hole. He can’t help but cry out, shocked and horrifically turned on, and Tenya grins, pleased and malicious. “That’s it, Katsuki,” he murmurs, quiet but somehow echoing in the blonde's mind. Tsuyu swirls her- what is it?! A fucking tongue?!- against Katsuki’s inner walls, pressing thoroughly in a circle each inch she goes deeper, dutifully stretching him out. She sinks herself further and unknowingly presses against his prostate. Katsuki whines behind his bitten bottom lip, digging his teeth into his flesh desperately to keep himself quiet.
“Fu-uck,” he moans, the sound ripped out of him as Tsuyu thickens the appendage inside of him so it’s constantly pressing against his sweet spot. Katsuki’s vision has unfocused slightly from the onslaught of pleasure, but he thinks he sees Tenya’s grin widen.
“He’s erect,” Shouto’s voice rings in Katsuki’s ears. He clenches his eyes shut at the realization the God is right, feeling the way his cock is twitching and leaking into the loincloth. It’s not his fault he’s hard when there’s a God damn bulging tongue in his ass!
“Tsuyu is being a bit nice,” Tenya’s deep voice hums.
Tsuyu pulls out from his hole, and Katsuki heaves in a relieved breath as his legs slightly tremble. “Sorry,” she apologizes casually from behind, not even out of breath.
And then she plants her hands on Katsuki’s hipbones and stuffs herself in deep, unrelenting and disregarding any further attempts at sweetly stretching him.
“AAHhh, shit!” Katsuki keens. Her tongue seemed as if it’s reaching his stomach, slicking and stretching further than anything that should be inserted in a human body. His hands fumble shakily to try and peel Tsuyu’s off of his hips, but when the God starts thrusting her tongue in hard, Katsuki can only attempt to dig his nails into her skin to hold on and cry out.
“That’s better,” Tenya approves. Katsuki keeps his eyes squeezed shut as his lips spew out sounds he can’t keep control of, mewls and whines that are excruciatingly sinful in his ears knowing they’re being received by the Gods. “Much better sounds from that mouth than filth, hm?” Tenya snickers. The others murmur in agreement, even Tsuyu, whose voice vibrates the appendage inside of him. Katsuki suppresses a whimper from the humiliation - how is this education or discipline when all this is so far is being put on display for the Gods while one tongue fucks him?
Then, Tenya asks: “Katsuki. Who rules you?”
Katsuki barely hears him over the slick sounds of Tsuyu pumping and wetting him. “Wh- wha?” He slurs, lashes fluttering as he attempts to blink himself into focusing on the large man’s face.
“Tenya-” Izuku worries, voice soft despite the aroused blush of his skin.
Tenya ignores him, eyes boring into Katsuki’s fogged gaze. “Who’s protection is your home under?”
The words make little sense in Katsuki’s scrambled brain, but he’s able to piece them together enough to formulate a proper answer. “Iz- Izuku, under-” He gasps, molten, as Tsuyu pets against his prostate. “Izuku!”
Izuku gasps, endeared.
Tenya hums. “Correct,” he acquiesces. Tsuyu thrusts in sharply, and Katsuki cries out around a moan as she sinks in deep. Katsuki internally rejoices for knowing at least that much information, fearing for what a wrong answer would mean. “Who rules the neighboring jurisdiction?” Tenya questions next.
And Katsuki has no fucking idea.
“I- uh- um-,” he stutters breathily, his pathetic excuse for words accentuated by each thrust of Tsuyu’s tongue. Katsuki forces himself to think, picturing the view of how the Gods were seated. If Izuku was on the end, and Tsuyu was next to him, then: “T-Tsu-yu.”
“Incorrect,” Tenya sighs, shaking his head. Tsuyu withdraws her tongue.
Katsuki’s eyes fly open, panting. He’s so hard it hurts.
“Ochako?” Tenya prompts, and the woman positively beams.
“Oh yes,” she all but groans, bouncing up to standing on her cloud. “My turn!”
In the blink of an eye, Tsuyu is back to sitting casually on her cloud while Ochako stands in front of Katsuki, who is still bent over. “Wh- what the fuck,” he croaks, glaring up at her bright smile. She’s an attractive woman, strong and curvy, but: “I’m gay, you fucking freaks!”
So what if that fact possibly certifies him as exceptionally damned in the eyes of the Gods? He’d rather be sent to Hell than have to fuck some random chick’s pussy.
“Don’t worry, Katsuki!” Ochako chirps, grabbing him by the hips forcefully and making them both fall to the ground. Katsuki ends up in her lap, hands on either side of her breasts to catch himself. He feels something grow and twitch against his backside. “I got you,” Ochako smirks, less cheerful and more playfully predatory.
Fuck.
Ochako lifts him up by her grip on his hips, too easy for a simple human to enact with his muscle mass, and then forces him down on her cock swiftly, straight to the hilt. “OH FU-” Katsuki nearly screams, falling forwards to try and crawl away from the intensity of Ochako’s cock stuffing him. A harsh wind forces his torso back to straight, causing Katsuki to arch his back with a cry as he finds himself fully seated with the God’s cock inside of him.
“The less you know, the more we must teach you,” Ochako purrs, planting her bare feet on the cloud beneath them and beginning to roll her hips upwards. Katsuki breathlessly curses at the feeling of her rocking into him, her cock dragging against his slicked walls sensually. “So, territory wise - you didn’t know that I’m next to Izuku?” She scoffs, amused, and slams her hips upwards in a mean jab, relishing in the way Katsuki chokes and curls his fingers atop her pudgy stomach.
“I- uh- fuck you-” Katsuki grunts, though his brattiness only causes Ochako to maintain her harsh thrusts into his ass. “Ah! Ah! Auh-!”
Ochako moves one hand from Katsuki’s hip to his left pec, squeezing and staring at him condescendingly. “Oh my gosh, Katsuki. Are you really just a mindless slut?” She flicks her thumb back and forth against the nub of his nipple until it’s perked, and Katsuki fights once again to not make an embarrassing sound. His muted noises must be amusing to her, though, because the God just giggles as she continues to abuse his senses. “Sheesh! You at least know how to leave an offering, right?”
Katsuki, unfortunately, does not.
He doesn’t even attempt to say as much, though. He continues to bounce in Ochako’s lap, her cock rubbing against his prostate in a way that’s slightly pleasurable but not enough to cum, and forces himself to withstand it. As soon as they realize his lack of answer is his answer, he’s surely fucked. Worse than how he’s already being fucked.
Ochako’s grip around his pec tightens until it’s almost painful. “Your tits are cute, Katsuki, but they’re not enough to distract me.” She trails her hand on Katsuki’s hip closer to his erection, easily continuing to balance the blonde on her cock as she thrusts upwards. Ochako pinches the head of his dick meanly through the loincloth, and Katsuki cries out as his hand flies to her wrist. The stimulation makes him so close to cumming, but he can’t with how tight she holds him. “Nuh uh. You don’t have an answer, do you? That means you don’t orgasm.”
Katsuki’s eyes fly open to stare down at her with anger and desperation. “C-come on, fuck, just- just-”
“Nope,” Ochako pretends to pout.
Tenya clears his throat above them pointedly. “Shouto is next.”
Katsuki nearly falls forwards from how fast he whips his head up to the other Gods. “No, y-you assholes! S-stop, stop, fuck-”
“Hold on!” Ochako whines, annoyed her time has ended. She starts to jackhammer up into him, the sounds of his ass slapping against her slightly exposed thighs echoing throughout the winds. Katsuki does fall forwards, now, his face falling to the cloud next to Ochako’s own head, her bouncing breasts pressed against his own chest. Despite Katsuki breathing heatedly and whimpering in exertion and pleasure, Ochako doesn’t seem to have even broken a sweat. “One sec, one sec-” The God chants, excited, and then with one last deep thrust, she spills her release into Katsuki’s insides. Katsuki can’t help the quiet moan that falls from his lips at the feeling of hot liquid painting his walls. Ochako sighs dreamily and raises a hand to Katsuki’s hair, petting and eyeing him with a teasing grin. “Not too bad for a woman, eh?” She smirks, rolling her hips once more to make him feel her. Katsuki trembles as her cum starts to seep out of him around her cock, his own aching dick rubbing against her soft stomach but still locked by her hand. Ochako leans her lips in close to his ear, ghosting along the shell. “Be good, Katsuki.”
And then she’s gone. Katsuki collapses into the soft cloud underneath him, whimpering from the loss of sensations. The cloud feels like nothing against his dick, so rutting against it turns out to be useless. He only has a quick moment to learn of this discovery, however, before a pair of large, smooth hands grab Katsuki by the waist and hoists him to his knees. “Up you go,” Shouto’s silken voice murmurs. Katsuki whines softly as his cock is caressed by the passing winds against the thin cloth of his garment, only able to maintain being on his knees by Shouto holding his weight. “So. This is-”
“Tenya,” Izuku says sharply, cutting off whatever Shouto was about to educate. Katsuki flutters his eyes open to see what was going on, his eyes immediately locking with Izuku’s desperate gaze. He’s crouched low on his cloud, ready to pounce, but seems to be waiting for permission. “Let me.”
Katsuki flicks his gaze towards Tenya, only to once again immediately make eye contact with the God watching him. Tenya shrugs, his lips quirking upwards at the corner. “Why not,” he sighs, mock-disappointed. “It does not seem as if little Katsuki has proper knowledge for answers, anyways.”
Okay, asshole, Katsuki was not ‘little’. While he may not have been as bulky as Tenya, or Izuku, or Shouto, or Ochako - damn this is sort of a bad argument - Katsuki was still extremely fit. He was just lean! And human! These cheating bastards-
Izuku’s in front of him before Katsuki even has the chance to glare at Tenya’s ridicule, the freckled God grinning from ear to ear down at the blonde. “Kacchan’s even prettier up close,” Izuku mumbles, reaching out a hand to stroke his thumb against Katsuki’s cheek. Katsuki flinches from the touch, his hands darting out to smack Izuku away, but Shouto in an instant releases his waist and has both of Katsuki’s forearms locked in his grip, yanking him backwards.
Katsuki cries out from the sting in his shoulders, but Shouto just grunts next to his ear. “Be still, please,” he orders, tightening his grip into Katsuki’s skin warningly. There’s a passing wind between their bodies, and suddenly the familiar feeling of a cock, warm, hard, and long is preemptively rubbing between Katsuki’s cheeks. Shouto, unaffected by Katsuki’s reactive squirming, hums peacefully. “Listen to Izuku. He’s better at talking than I am.”
“Oh gosh, Kacchan can actually hear me now!” Izuku squeals in delight, seizing the opportunity to trail his fingertips against the skin of Katsuki’s face, his touch mapping and delicate. The God brings his face close to Katsuki’s, his viridian eyes seemingly glowing with unnatural aura. “Our connection has been so weak, Kacchan,” Izuku whispers, just loud enough for Katsuki to hear. The words make him shiver and grit his teeth, snarling as menacingly as he can whilst Shouto begins to tease the head of his cock against Katsuki’s entrance. Izuku’s smile softens as he thumbs adoringly over Katsuki’s tightened lips. “You just didn’t know how to make an offering, right?” He speaks louder, signalling to Katsuki and the other Gods that this education was beginning. Izuku’s sweet touch against Katsuki’s skin quickly shifts to dominating as the God grips his jaw, forcing Katsuki’s mouth to open. He winces up at Izuku’s darkened gaze, Izuku’s pupils blown as he stares into Katsuki’s slick mouth. “Well, step one: you get on your knees.”
Shouto somehow shoves his cock in without releasing Katsuki’s arms. He’s quick about his entering, harsh and deep as he easily thrusts himself inside, what with Katsuki still being slicked by the female Gods. Katsuki cries out from the intensity, unable to move besides shaking in the Gods’ hands.
Izuku coos at Katsuki’s panicked sound and expression. “I know, Kacchan. Shouto always tends to be a bit inconsiderate, huh?” Katsuki tries to growl at the God’s nursing tone, but the sound he releases is more of an agonized moan. Izuku pats Katsuki’s cheek twice to get him to re-open his eyes after having squinted them shut in his dismay. When Katsuki hatefully meets his gaze, Izuku sighs dreamily. “Step two: most should bow, but I’ll direct you from a personal standpoint.” He forces Katsuki’s chin up higher, forcing their faces to be but a breath apart. “Kacchan should keep his head up - I like seeing Kacchan’s handsome face.”
Shouto begins fucking into Katsuki, humming as the blonde loses his breath from the deep strokes.
“Step three is providing a gift,” Izuku continues on, seemingly uncaring of how Katsuki’s head held in his hand is the only still part about him. The rest of his body is twitching and rocking along with Shouto’s cock, his senses swirling oddly as the head of the God’s dick teases his stomach. The sensation makes it hard to focus on whatever the fuck Izuku is continueing to ramble about, but Katsuki forces himself to try to tune in so he has something to focus on other than the cock currently threatening his internal organs. “-scraps, meals, treasures,” Izuku finishes listing off, and Katsuki definitely didn’t even catch half of that long-ass list. “I would accept anything from Kacchan!” Izuku beams at him cheerfully. Then he stands straighter, swirling the winds with his free hand to free his cock from his robes. “But,” Izuku giggles, entirely out of place, “I do have a preference.”
Izuku’s cock is thick. It’s only slightly longer than Ochako’s and certainly shorter than Shouto’s, but it’s veiny and tan and wide enough that Katsuki fears he's going to tear. Izuku then uses his free hand to grip the base and tap the head against Katsuki’s forcibly opened bottom lip, and Katsuki’s eyes widen.
This God was going to break his jaw.
“Don’t be scared, Kacchan,” Izuku murmurs, both soothing and an order as he drags the velvety skin across Katsuki’s bitten lip. Even Shouto has stilled inside of him, waiting for Izuku’s cue to continue. Izuku presses his cock forwards into Katsuki’s mouth, sighing wistfully at the heat that consumes him. “I’ll make sure it’s good for you.”
Katsuki screams around Izuku’s cock stretching his lips, his jaw already beginning to ache from being held open and now having a weight forcing it to continue as such. And Izuku’s cock is heavy. It’s hot and nearly tasteless despite the vague accents of sweat and Izuku’s skin, and Katsuki’s afraid he’s going to choke despite it not being long enough to entirely enter his throat- It’s hot and has a unique taste that coats Katsuki’s tongue with sin, his nose slowly pressing against Izuku’s musky pubic hair- It’s hot and big and Katsuki can’t think, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Izuku situates himself within Katsuki’s mouth. “That’s it,” Izuku coos, releasing Katsuki’s jaw to swipe a thumb against the unconscious tears falling from his eyes. “Feels better now, right, Kacchan?”
It does.
Shouto presses his torso against Katsuki’s back, whispering into his ear warningly: “If you bite, he will make it hurt.”
Katsuki chokes on a moan, muffled around Izuku’s cock that’s somehow dumbing him down.
Shouto leans back and resumes his prior pace of thrusting into Katsuki’s stomach, humming and huffing pleasantly as his hands use their grip on his forearms to tug Katsuki back to him. “You are quite attractive, I must admit,” Shouto muses casually, his balls slapping loudly against Katsuki’s cum-slick perineum from the force of his thrusts. Katsuki thinks he would fall sideways from pleasured delirium had the Gods not been holding him so securely. “Your language is just kind of nasty.”
“Isn’t this better, Sho?” Izuku questions happily, stuffing his cock somehow deeper into Katsuki’s throat and fogging his mind further. Izuku places a hand into Katsuki’s blonde spikes, scratching his short nails against his scalp. “I always knew Kacchan could be good! He just needed some… direction.”
Izuku’s cock is almost all Katsuki can think about even though Shouto’s is still fucking him pleasantly. Something about the God’s musk is intoxicating, sweet, syrupy, and Katsuki knows his cock leaks every time Izuku’s head drips precum into his throat. He can’t get enough.
Warm, thick liquid rushes inside of him, and Katsuki gurgles a moan softly around Izuku’s cock. That felt nice - what was that?
“Shouto! You came?!” Ochako shouts with a cackle, enthralled by the development.
Shouto pulls out, and an amass of cum trickles out of Katsuki’s hole. “He- Katsuki was.. good,” Shouto explains, breathless, and Katsuki purrs at the sound of the God’s pleased tone. He is being so good, isn’t he? He was satisfying two Gods at once, offering himself.
Shouto’s hands slide away from his arms, but Katsuki doesn’t bother to move away from Izuku’s cock. He lets his arms fall lax, dangling in the winds as he tries to pet his tongue against the throbbing vein pressing down into it. “That’s kind of impressive,” Tsuyu notes from somewhere far enough away Katsuki doesn’t care. He doesn’t bother to try and look towards the other Gods - Izuku’s pubic hair and heat feel nice against his eyelids. His cock is so filling.
Izuku stops petting Katsuki’s head and caresses his hand down Katsuki’s face, the movement a preamble to him unfortunately pulling out from Katsuki’s throat. “I can’t just take your word for it,” Izuku grins, cooing down at the blonde as he whines from the removal. Izuku shushes him gently as he carefully skirts his strong hands underneath Katsuki’s armpits, hoisting him to his feet and swirling them around. Katsuki, dazed, lets Izuku flip him until he’s facing the other Gods with Izuku at his back, the freckled God shorter but sturdy behind him. He sighs and mumbles an incomprehensible complaint from the lack of stimulation, arching his back to press his shoulders closer to Izuku, his ass jutting against the God’s exposed dick. Izuku chuckles warmly at his annoyance and wraps his arms around Katsuki’s waist, planting a sweet, apologetic kiss against the blonde’s neck before pushing inside. “Sorry, Kacchan. I wanted to make sure everyone could see.”
“Uuuh,” Katsuki’s throat releases a desperate sound as Izuku’s thick cock breaches him, the stretch so delectable he goes a bit cross-eyed from it.
“You are being too nice, Izuku,” Tenya reprimands. After Katsuki takes a few seconds to focus on anything outside of sensation, he sees Tenya watching them with an almost angry expression. But Katsuki was being good? Izuku was the God of his sector, right? He was supposed to offer?
Izuku juts his hips forwards, fully seating himself inside Katsuki and making the blonde moan whorishly, head falling lax. The freckled God shoots Tenya a pointed look over Katsuki’s perspiring shoulder, a smirk painting his lips. “But Kacchan’s been so good, Tenya,” Izuku argues easily. He begins to amp up his pace in thrusting, relishing in the way Katsuki obediently bounces and simply takes what’s given to him.
Tenya’s eyes sharpen, and Izuku just grins wider. “This is about education and discipline, Izuku,” the larger God scowls. Katsuki can barely interpret their conversation over the feeling of Izuku wrecking his sensitive walls, too hypnotized by the hands possessively holding him on that cock. “Don’t you dare make him-”
“I’m going to make him cum,” Izuku declares proudly, his hand flicking for the winds to raise Katsuki’s loincloth and revealing the angry, leaking red of his neglected cock. He trails a hand from Katsuki’s stomach to his erection, lightly caressing his palm up from the base until he can tease his fingers at the head. Katsuki moans desperately, squirming and trying to rut into Izuku’s palm. Izuku continues thrusting and quirks a brow at Tenya, smirking knowingly with a flush to his skin. “Do you not want to see that?”
Katsuki’s losing his mind. Izuku’s cock doesn’t reach as far as Shouto’s, but every movement presses against his prostate perfectly. Izuku’s hand not on his cock is stroking his skin mindlessly, soaking up the feeling of Katsuki in his arms, and Katsuki would purr at the feeling if he could. God is happy. And the hand on his cock-
Izuku starts to pump him, finally, and Katsuki barely lasts four strokes before he’s crying out, loud, and spilling his release onto the innocent cloud beneath them. The warmth of Izuku’s hand caressing his cock- The unrelenting feeling of Izuku’s cock inside of him- It’s all too much.
Katsuki falls completely lax in Izuku’s grip.
“That’s it, Kacchan,” Izuku grits, the harshness of his thrusts amplifying as he chases his own pleasure.
“W-wait, Izu- ku-,” Katsuki chokes, scrambling a hand back against Izuku’s hip.
His hand does nothing but graze Izuku’s skin before falling defeated to gravity. It bounces and flails as Izuku continues to pound into him. “Shit, sh- it, stop, ah, s-stop, stop- uh-!”
Cumming certainly made Katsuki more sensitive, but something within his mind was wearing off. Izuku’s cock, the thickness of it once delectable, was quickly shifting to overwhelming. The power behind his thrusts, strong and bouncing the blonde in the God’s unrelenting grasp, was making tears flow from Katsuki’s eyes. It still felt vaguely pleasurable due to already being stretched, but the continuous barrage of stimulation to Katsuki’s insides and cock made his sensitivity nearly unbearable. “Kacchan,” Izuku groans into his ear, once again using a hand to grip the human’s jaw. He forces Katsuki’s mouth to open, ensuring all of his frantic moans and hiccups would be heard, and aims Katsuki’s attention towards the audience of Gods above them. “We pissed him off, Kacchan,” Izuku grumbles, but there’s amusement in his tone. Katsuki blearily focuses his eyes on where Izuku’s directing, realizing who the God meant by ‘him’. Tenya glares down at them with a similar anger to when Katsuki had first arrived, teeth slightly bared and bulging arms crossed tight. His legs are no longer crossed, lounging wide and confident, and through the dark fabric of his flowing pants Katsuki could see the God’s massive bulge. How could Tenya look so aggravated at them when his dick was hard? Katsuki- loses that train of thought when Izuku moans and fucks him harder, ignoring the way Katsuki can’t even hold himself up anymore. “He’s gonna be mean,” Izuku whispers, his lips peeling open into a grin against Katsuki’s ear. Katsuki can’t look away from Tenya with how Izuku’s holding his jaw, his eyes flicking between the God’s straining bulge and the harsh red of his spectacled gaze. Somehow, having Tenya in his sights while Izuku thrusts into him makes him a puddle, fear and pleasure making his mind and body give up on itself.
“Hurry it up, Izuku,” Tenya demands, but his voice is quiet. Katsuki watches the way his lips move with his own slack-jawed expression, flushing vibrantly at the way Tenya’s eyes sweep over each embarrassing aspect that defines him as sexually ruined. The surely depraved expression painting his wet face, the bounce of his spent cock flopping uselessly yet valiantly attempting to harden again, the cum of multiple Gods plopping lewdly onto the cloud between their bodies, leaking from Katsuki’s hole.
What has he learned from this? “Izzzzu- k- k-,” Katsuki garbles, feeling dizzy from the high of sensations. Then finally, finally the freckled God cums, moaning sharply at the way Katsuki cries his name and pushing himself in as deep as he can get, cock twitching as he overwrites the other Gods’ orgasms with his own spend.
Izuku sighs dreamily as his orgasm settles, raising both of his hands to pet over Katsuki’s quivering belly. “Your friends pleaded for you to be spared,” he whispers, once again quiet enough for only Katsuki to hear. A secret, Katsuki realizes, his entire body aching from his jaw to his calves. Izuku plants a soft kiss just behind Katsuki’s ear, his hands tightening against him the slightest bit. “I hope it’ll be enough, Kacchan.”
And then, Izuku is gone.
But before Katsuki can completely collapse to the ground, the world swirls around him. A blink of black, gray, then the unrelenting light of the sky. He collapses, yes, but not down to the sweet nothingness of the cloud. Instead, his limbs sprawl upon a large, warm body.
Immediately, Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and trembles.
“It seems we have gone off track,” Tenya’s voice rumbles directly into Katsuki’s shaking bones. He chokes on a sob from the proximity, understanding he was already at the God’s mercy in his lap. Tenya’s hand finds his hair and yanks harshly, raising Katsuki’s sloppy face to force their eyes to meet. The God’s watching him with scrutiny, sneering in distaste down at the blonde. “This is meant to be educational, Katsuki. So, while I know Izuku siphoned you Lotus-” Tenya smiles meanly and manhandles Katsuki to be raised above his lap, the front of his body to the other Gods, a following wind releasing his cock from his pants. Katsuki starts crying all over again, hyperventilating at the sight of Tenya’s erection. He was going to die.
“That won’t be the case, here.”
Tenya forces Katsuki down, the head of his cock immediately tearing a screamed cry from Katsuki’s throat. He nearly falls forwards when his body goes into a frenzy of fight-or-flight, desperate to get away, but Tenya only grabs his hips and yanks him down onto his cock entirely. “FUCK-”
“Enough of that foul mouth,” Tenya snarls, slapping a hand over Katsuki’s mouth and simultaneously slamming the blonde against his chest. Katsuki’s vision has left him, his entire body shaking violently. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. He didn’t tear, he wasn’t bleeding. But there was so much pain, so much aggressive pleasure, that he feared he was going to puke through Tenya’s fingers. Katsuki felt so sick without the help of Lotus, whatever the fuck that was- that internally, he begged for this to kill him. Kill him quickly. Kill him now. “Lotus relaxes your muscles pleasurably,” Tenya hums, smirking down at the wreck he’s made of the human. “That made your relation with Izuku feel good, yes?” He juts his hips upwards, jamming his cock deep into Katsuki’s intestines, and Katsuki can only wince with his entire body as his cock softens. Hurts. Hurts. “Everyone has been so nice to you because you are pretty.” Tenya’s hand that’s not against his mouth presses down on his bulging stomach, tightening Katsuki’s internal cavern and petting his cock through the human’s skin. Katsuki sobs, muffled by the God’s hand, and is completely ignored. “But you need to learn."
Tenya starts pistoning his hips upwards, fucking into the delirous blonde in his lap uncaringly. “Do you even know what us Gods do for you, Katsuki?” Tenya scoffs, tightening his fingers into Katsuki’s cheeks until it hurts, as if he were going to tear the skin from his face. “We bestow upon you health.” A harsh jab upwards, and Katsuki chokes on his own pooling saliva. “Prosperity.” A strong press into his belly, and Katsuki’s thighs tremble in attempts to close. “Safety of crop, for you to eat.” The hand removes itself from his stomach to rip away the loincloth, presenting his soft bouncing cock and the sight of Tenya’s dick spearing him open to the other Gods. One of them gasps, and Katsuki hears it distantly, echoed lightyears away from him. Probably due to the obscene amounts of cum spilling out of his hole, swept away by Tenya’s thrusts, or maybe from the size difference between the two of them, because Katsuki’s rim aches. “Fortunate weather.” Tenya takes one of Katsuki’s thighs in his hand and raises his leg, spreading him open wider for viewing. “Fertility, so that you humans may continue to live.” His hips pierce Katsuki even harder, voice booming and growling with accumulated anger. “And yet you-” A thrust so intense, Tenya’s balls slap upwards against Katsuki’s soft cock, the sound loud enough to meet Katsuki’s ears and surely the others’. “Are too naive to care,” Katsuki’s neck cracks from how hard Tenya holds his face, eyes rolling into the back of his head. “And take our efforts for granted!”
“Tenya,” Ochako speaks, worry lacing her tone. “Maybe-”
“Am I incorrect?!” Tenya hisses, glaring at her as he continues to fuck into Katsuki’s limp body. Katsuki can’t think - everything hurts, everything’s too much, he’s sorry, he’s so fucking sorry, he’ll be better, or better yet just kill him, kill him, kill hi-
“You’re killing him!” Izuku roars, standing ready to jump to Katsuki’s aid.
Tenya’s thrusting stutters. Everything’s still for a beat of time. His hand holding Katsuki’s mouth softens slowly before slipping away. Immediately, the first breath Katsuki takes in is desperate, his throat and lungs aching. The oxygen helps him focus on opening his eyes, just barely, but enough to see the other Gods watching with wide eyes, some with anger, most with shock. Katsuki shakily shifts his gaze up to Tenya, head rolling heavily on the large God’s shoulder. When he sees Tenya’s wide eyes, Katsuki sobs. “I’m sorry,” he cries, entire body trembling as if he were freezing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”
Tenya, either horrified or turned off, scrambles to lift Katsuki from his cock. The movement only makes Katsuki repeat the apologetic phrase faster. As soon as the head of Tenya’s dick leaves his hole, cum rushes out, soiling the God’s navy pants, along with urine from Katsuki’s weak penis. He’s pissing. Katsuki sobs even louder, embarrassed and entirely chastised, forcing the last of his energy to be entirely dedicated to apologies, even if he didn’t truly understand what he was apologizing for.
Held limp in Tenya’s hands, Katsuki slowly begins to lose consciousness, his apologies turning into lifeless murmurs.
“Well, he’s learned,” Shouto says, frowning at the blonde.
“He was a.. dramatic case,” Tsuyu offers, though she cringes as cum continues to drip.
“But was that necessary?” Ochako motions towards the scene with her hand, exasperated.
“Tenya,” Izuku grits. Tenya finally takes his eyes off of the unconscious Katsuki still trembling in his arms to meet Izuku’s furious gaze. “We take him to the room. Then I would like a word.”
Tenya swallows. He looks down at the human once more, delicately arranging the man’s limbs to be safely situated in the God’s arms for transport. He raises his gaze towards Izuku and nods, quietly. “Very well.”
Katsuki wearily awakens when he’s set down on a soft surface. A bed, he thinks sluggishly.
And then, the tremors start wracking his body once more. No, no more, please, no, I’m sorry...
“Leave,” Izuku’s voice says. There are no footsteps, no sound of a door shutting, but Izuku sighs in relief after a moment. “Oh, Kacchan,” he murmurs, placing a gentle hand onto Katsuki’s shaking shoulder. The touch makes him jolt, fear running through his veins at the potential threat. Nonononono please don’t please please-
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Izuku promises softly, moving his hand slowly, carefully, off of Katsuki’s skin. Immediately Katsuki feels as if he could breathe easier. “But I need to touch you a bit, Kacchan. We should clean you up.”
Katsuki whines at the idea, clutching his arms into his chest and shuffling his knees until he’s curled into a ball. He’s still naked, caked in fluids, which isn’t helping him feel any safer.
“Just ten seconds,” Izuku pleads. “I will make it super quick, okay? Just let me make you a little more comfortable.” Katsuki shakes his head, attempting to burrow his skull into the plush mattress beneath him.
“Please?” Izuku begs, and the genuineness of his tone makes Katsuki peel an eye open to look towards the God. Izuku’s fully dressed, face pleading and sad, and it pisses Katsuki off that the sympathetic gaze makes him feel relieved. Izuku won’t hurt him.
Hesitating, Katsuki nods, just once, a small movement with all the bravery he has left to muster.
Izuku releases a heavy breath. “Okay, Kacchan.” He kneels on the bed and leans over the blonde, cringing at how the movement makes Katsuki tremble and squint his eyes back shut again, and slowly, gently, carefully, wraps Katsuki’s curled form with his own body. Izuku mutters something Katsuki cannot comprehend, but he quickly feels himself become less sticky, less shaken, and extremely tired. Though he was counting the seconds, he loses track around three, the bed feeling inviting and enticing to his spent body. “That’s it,” Izuku soothes, and a moment later he’s peeling himself away and putting distance between them. There’s a whoosh of wind, strange given they were enclosed within walls, but it brings a warm blanket to cover Katsuki’s body, lulling him deeper into an exhausted slumber.
Katsuki’s out cold within seconds, now for the long run. Izuku gently brushes back his blonde bangs with a guilty frown, watching the way Katsuki’s face relaxes into innocence. “It’s not like you to lie, Kacchan,” he whispers, the God’s knowledge of the actual events leading to this weighing heavily on his shoulders. Izuku had just wanted the opportunity to play. But then Tenya…
He sighs, letting his hand fall away. “You did a good job withstanding this,” Izuku praises the sleeping human.
And then he too vacates the room.
When Katsuki properly awakens, he soon learns he is still stuck within the Heavenly realm.
And stuck within the room he was placed in.
There were no doors, nothing in the room besides the large bed and one window. Not even any lighting besides the odd light through the glass. The window did not open and only showcased a view of the effervescent sky of the realm, no buildings nor people in sight. It was as if he was floating in a prison cell straight out of a fairytale.
It fucking sucked.
There was nothing to do. At some point one of the Gods had at least dressed him, kinda, in a long red slitted skirt. It covers his junk and ass, so it was an upgrade from the loincloth. Or being naked.
The golden shackles around his wrists and ankles were less appreciated. They were connected to nothing, but Katsuki could sense they were enchanted with something. For what fucking purpose? It wasn’t as if he could run away.
Whatever someone did to heal and clean him left Katsuki still feeling frail, the memories after getting fucked by Tenya hazy and skewed. He had no clue how long it had been. When was the last time he had eaten? Was that even a requirement for this realm? Or was his weakened state due to the shackles he couldn’t remove, no matter how hard he tried to claw them off or bang them against the bedpost?
Katsuki passed the time leaning by the window, gazing out into the nothingness of the sky. Would he be allowed to return home? The memories of his… encounter with the Gods was still at the forefront of his mind, and though it was embarrassing, it wasn’t terrible. Besides Tenya. Katsuki had no fucking clue what that guy had stuck up his ass, but could he not have been a bit fucking nicer like the others?! Some fucking God that asshole was.
Katsuki was going to beat the shit out of him next time he had the chance.
There’s a swirling feeling that builds up in his veins, raising the hairs on his arms and tickling the back of his neck. Somehow, he intrinsically understands it’s one of the Gods calling upon him. Katsuki scowls, annoyed, and closes his eyes.
When he feels himself transported into straddling someone’s soft lap, he flings his eyes open with a glare. “Fucking really-?”
“Shut up,” Ochako grins, planting her hands on his hips and smashing their lips together.
Katsuki’s eyes widen, taken aback by her brashness, but fuck it. He kisses her back harshly, hands flying to her short brown bob and threading his fingers through the strands tightly. She smirks into the kiss, squeezing Katsuki’s waist to get him to gasp, then shoves her tongue in his mouth, teasing the tip along his own tongue to make him shiver before he works his own against her. Ochako hums approvingly, suctioning her lips around his own and working her way backwards until they separate with a slick pop. Katsuki pants, slightly breathless from the sudden makeout attack, and flushes brightly while yanking her hair. “The fuck was that?!”
Ochako doesn’t seem fazed by his harsh tugs and continues to beam. “Hello Katsuki!” She greets, entirely ignoring his question. Katsuki opens his mouth to curse at her, but she surges forwards to give him another quick, heated kiss. When she pulls back, admiring her handiwork at getting Katsuki blushing and confused, one of her hands leaves his waist and presents a chalice, seemingly procured from nowhere. “Drink,” she orders simply. Katsuki blinks at the red liquid inside the intricate cup before raising a brow at the God incredulously. Ochako pouts, swirling the chalice in closer. “C’mon, you’re gonna need it. Shouto made it just for you.”
“And what is it?” Katsuki questions, scowling at the liquid distrustfully.
Ochako rolls her eyes and presses the cup to his lip. “Drink, Katsuki.”
After hearing her words, he finds himself doing so.
The liquid is sweet, reminiscent of wine without the bitterness. It makes the order of drinking easy to follow, Katsuki starting with sips that coat his tongue with sweet fruit before gulping the chalice down. The taste is somewhat familiar.
By the time Ochako pulls the cup away, Katsuki’s already steadily beginning to sweat in her lap.
“Wh- what the fuck..?” He slurs, suddenly dizzy and hot. So hot that he surges forwards to nuzzle his head against Ochako’s shoulder, relieving some of the pressure and perspiration on his forehead.
Ochako sighs, amused, and pets the back of Katsuki’s hair. “Give it a minute” she instructs, sweet and bubbly. Katsuki’s head lulls on her shoulder, relishing in the slight contact of skin-on-skin, making the God coo at him. “Ugh, you really are cute,” she grumbles playfully, cupping his head to plant a kiss against his temple. Katsuki whimpers softly from the press of her lips, suddenly craving more. Ochako doesn’t grant him that, unfortunately, and forces the pliant human into her arms as she stands. “Back to bed, Katsuki.”
And then he’s in bed once again, laying on his side, but everything is too much.
Ochako had left him immediately, neither further explaining her actions nor sticking around to take responsibility, and if Katsuki had the capability of doing so, he’d be pissed at her. But he can’t focus. His skin tingles at each point it meets the silky smoothness of the sheets. The skirt, before being deigned as not enough clothing, now was too much. He wanted his cock out. With each passing second Katsuki could feel himself growing harder, pressing against the soft, thin maroon fabric maintaining him. He whines, squirming onto his stomach and attempting to rut into the sheets. Overwhelming, but not enough. “F’ck,” he whimpers breathily, flipping onto his back and grasping his cock with his hand desperately. The sensation immediately makes him moan, his eyes fluttering open in dazed pleasure, only for Katsuki to then have a near heart-attack when he notices a figure standing in the corner of the room. Watching him.
“Augh-!” Katsuki tries to shout threateningly, but he can’t seem to formulate proper words as his dick pulses in his hand. He clamps his legs shut, trapping his arm between his legs, and stares up at Tenya with wide eyes. “Wh- what th-”
The God is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, eyes roving over Katsuki with a soft gaze. Katsuki can’t decide whether to be enthralled by the sight of the man’s electrifying naked torso or terrified by the possibility of being hurt again. He settles on some sort of in between, never taking his eyes off of Tenya and baring his teeth at the man weakly, all the while his hips twitch upwards against his hand.
Tenya meets his eyes with a meek smile, and it immediately strikes Katsuki as odd, the way this hulking God of a man looked so shy. Was this not the same person that fucked him so hard he pissed himself?!
Tenya sighs, the soft sound making Katsuki refocus on the God’s careful expression. “I have been informed you are not at fault, Katsuki,” he murmurs, a quiet admittance. He begins to walk forwards, eyeing the way each step closing the distance between them unconsciously causes Katsuki’s body to both shake and attempt to relax pliantly. The dichotic reaction does not make him falter, but he does release another sigh before meeting Katsuki’s glare again. Katsuki forces his head to the side, keeping his arm stuck between his legs as he attempts to roll away from Tenya’s view. He doesn’t get very far. While his head could move freely, it was as if his bare feet were planted to the bed, and even his wrist not between his legs felt stuck where it gripped the sheets beside his leg. The shackles. “I am here to apologize,” Tenya informs him, his voice coaxing Katsuki to look back towards him. He does so with a fierce glare, tears of frustration accumulating in his eyes. He’s so hot. He needs to cum, but not with Tenya here.
“L-la’er,” Katsuki grits out, shivering at the feeling of his tongue against his own lip. Everything was so sensitive. Were he able to move in privacy, he could possibly make himself orgasm by simply licking his own lips repeatedly.
Tenya hums quietly. “No, Katsuki,” he dismisses, pausing to stand right next to the edge of the bed. Katsuki trembles looking up at the God, attempting to keep his expression angry, but he can’t help the way saliva pools once he gets a whiff of Tenya’s scent. Skin. Heat. Something fragrant. “It must be now, whilst you are amendable.” Tenya seats himself on the mattress, smoothing a hand against the sheets until he reaches Katsuki’s, warmly placing his large palm upon the back of the human’s. Katsuki gasps a moan from the touch, pleasure sizzling up his arm before resting soothingly in his chest. Tenya smiles at the way he reacts, and Katsuki’s annoyed by how handsome he finds the God. Still an asshole.
“Y-yer an- ass’ole,” Katsuki breathes, much weaker than he intends to spit.
Tenya chuckles, the sound warm, quiet, and laced with self-deprecation. “So I’ve been told.” He slides his hand up from Katsuki’s, trailing the warmth of his skin along Katsuki’s forearm and easily skipping the golden shackle. The feeling makes Katsuki sigh unwillingly, the fire in his belly on pause by the smallest external physical attention. “You wound up here because of your bravery,” Tenya recalls aloud, his hand smoothing along Katsuki’s bicep and squeezing the muscles appreciatively. “Because of your act of protection, care.” Tenya switches his hands and continues with his right where the left had stopped, mapping a path of sensation along Katsuki’s shoulder, his neck, until he finds purchase in cupping the human’s head, his large thumb rubbing circles into the blonde’s cheek. Katsuki immediately moans and squirms at the touch, pressing himself into Tenya’s hand despite his mind echoing distant fear towards the God. Tenya’s fingers in his hair, the swirling of his thumb, the warm palm on the tendons of his neck- it all felt so unbelievably good. It was nothing, yet everything to Katsuki’s delirious body. "I find you admirable."
Tenya leans over him and Katsuki blinks up at him slowly, his lips parted as he sighs and pants through his mouth. “W-why?” Katsuki manages, because he really doesn’t understand. He thought Tenya hated him for his lack of knowledge about the Gods, hated him for his personality and his looks and just about everything about him.
The God picks up on Katsuki’s disbelief and smiles down at him, soft and sad. “My job is to pass judgement,” Tenya explains, “And it has been a very long time since I have met a human so genuine before me.” He settles his left hand against the pillow beside Katsuki’s head, caging Katsuki’s view until all he could see was Tenya. Not that he’d look away, really. The view was.. enjoyable. Tenya smiles wistfully down at him, and Katsuki’s lashes flutter at the pink, plushness of his lips. Distracting. “I got carried away with enacting my duty unrightfully.”
“Y-you.. all.. f-fucked m’?” Katsuki recalls, still confused, because while Tenya may have hurt him the most, the other four certainly weren’t what Katsuki would consider professional. Unless that shit was normal for them?
Tenya huffs a light laugh, though his tone is still laced with ache. “Play is a decently common policy within our ruling,” Tenya exhales, lowering himself down to Katsuki’s neck and trailing his lips along the heated skin. Katsuki moans softly, squirming, but Tenya doesn’t shy away. “One becomes most honest within such a vulnerable state.” Tenya’s hand trails from cradling his head down to his left pec, squeezing and fondling the muscles, his hand large enough to hold its entirety.
“Hah- nng,” Katsuki cries out lewdly, desperate to try and thrust up into his hand, but he finds his own appendage to be locked. Tenya smirks against his neck and quickly removes his hand from Katsuki’s pec to his leg, pressing the human’s knee open before gently taking Katsuki’s unhidden wrist in two fingers and discarding it to the side. Katsuki can only watch his body be manipulated with wide eyes, his thighs shaking underneath the slitted skirt as his erection becomes much more prominent for viewing. Tenya’s face is still stuffed into his neck - not yet looking, the cool frames of his glasses a stark contrast to the heat between them - but it makes him tremble again despite the heat licking at his nerves. “T-Ten’a-”
Tenya sighs heavily and presses an open-mouthed kiss to his neck, causing Katsuki to cut himself off with a strangled moan. “I will explain anything you want in a bit, sweet Katsuki,” the God promises and brings his hand to Katsuki’s side, sliding his warmth up and down soothingly, distractingly. “But for now, please allow me to make up for the wretched feelings I have brought you.” Tenya raises his face to hover just above Katsuki’s, the God’s piercing red eyes slowly becoming encompassed by aroused black. “Please, allow me to overwrite how you think of me.” The words leave his lips in a hot breath a second before Tenya connects their mouths, a kiss heated yet sweet, but it’s enough for Katsuki’s eyes to roll into the back of his head. Fuck, he can’t stay mad nor fearful of the God when he’s ramped his seduction to the max. Aided by whatever the liquid concoction he’d consumed had done to his body, Katsuki can’t help but kiss Tenya back wantingly, fingers twitching in desperation against the sheets to hold on to something. The sensual attention both soothes the heat in his belly and ramps it to the thousandth percentile, and he really wants to cum. If Tenya will make that happen, nicely, Katsuki supposes he could hear the God out.
Not like he had any other choice in the matter.
“Shit,” Katsuki gasps once Tenya releases his lips, whining at the way the other man goes no further than closed-mouth suction. They could make this quick with a bit of heavy kissing, tongues in each other’s wet heat, but that doesn’t seem to be Tenya’s plan. The God’s eyes sparkle as he ducks his head downwards, pressing chaste kisses along the line of Katsuki’s jugular to his sternum. Shifting himself around, Tenya gets his body atop of Katsuki’s, lounging on his elbows and keeping his face close to Katsuki’s naked chest. His torso is so large it entirely entraps Katsuki’s, the God’s bulky weight pressing dominatingly against his clothed erection between his locked, spread thighs. The pressure carves a sound from his throat, silently praying for Tenya to grind against him, but all the larger man does is press his weight down enough to inhibit any movement Katsuki could try. Katsuki felt trapped in a delicious way, even if his heartbeat skipped erratically in slight trepidation at once again being at the mercy of the man above him. The fear somehow only made him dizzier.
Tenya lowers his lips teasingly slow and lets his breath ghost along Katsuki’s sensitive skin, heating a centered spot on the blonde’s sternum until it’s warm and wet and eliciting whines. Satisfied, the God shifts his mouth over to give attention to Katsuki’s left pec, licking with a fat tongue from the bulge of the under-pec to the pebbled pink nipple and suckling it into his lips. Katsuki arches immediately with a gasped cry, trembling from arousal. Tenya keeps the human’s limbs locked as he trails his hands up and down Katsuki’s sides and continues to lick and kiss at his chest, switching gracefully to the other ad relishing in the way the smaller man writhes restlessly beneath him. Katsuki has no filter on what sounds release from his throat, high wines and low groans that easily slip past his lax, parted lips. His chest is sensitive, even before the ambrosia drug entered him, and if it weren’t for Tenya’s unrelenting entrapment, he could cum with a single thrust of his cock upwards against the God’s growing bulge.
But, once again, that didn’t seem to be allowed within Tenya’s plan.
The God groans and unlatches himself from Katsuki’s chest, his eyes dark and glasses skewed as he bores his gaze up towards the blonde, hands and arms cradling his torso. “Katsuki,” he breathes reverently, surging forwards to give Katsuki another heated, too-quick kiss. Katsuki whines at the vulnerable feeling, feeling much too seen and worshiped despite being the mere mortal between them. “You must be of divinity yourself,” Tenya purrs, crawling himself down to Katsuki’s pelvis all the while maintaining intense eye contact. With a smirk and a silent word, Katsuki’s skirt vanishes into thin air.
He yelps, embarrassed at how his cock springs into the cool air, hole fluttering and presented much too easily accessible in the position Tenya has him locked in. The other man just hums and ignores his shyness, smiling at the sight of Katsuki’s smaller cock as he wraps his muscular arms around the blonde’s trembling thighs. “This pretty thing was not granted much attention before, hm?” Tenya murmurs, lips just a hair’s distance from touching. If he planned on sucking Katsuki off, he really hoped the God knew he was going to bust. Immediately. “I am terribly sorry for being so rough with you earlier, my dear Katsuki,” Tenya sighs, his tone both honest and playful. Katsuki fears the next breath against his cock would be the final straw. And then Tenya smirks, eyes half-lidded and adoring, and murmurs, “You’re scent, so sweet - I wonder if you taste the same.”
His cock is swallowed whole, and Katsuki arches more than he’d ever thought his spine was capable.
“FU-HHU- CK-”
He nearly gags from how hard he cums into Tenya’s throat, his entire body shaking violently as his release whites out the world around him. Tenya easily sucks him through it, strong hands petting wherever they can reach and biceps squeezing Katsuki’s soft thighs around his head. If Katsuki were able, he’d fear the strength of his grip in Tenya’s hair would leave bald spots on the God. The heat of Tenya’s mouth entirely clouds Katsuki’s senses, the warm wetness suckling his cock so casually making him feel as if he were floating above his body, out and about in the pink and yellow hues of the realm’s sky.
Katsuki sags back into the bed, boneless, and Tenya mercifully pops off his twitching cock with one last sensual suck. “T-Te-’ya,” Katsuki shivers, panting, eyes refocusing on the God between his legs and unable to tear his gaze away.
Tenya squeezes Katsuki’s thighs against his smiling cheeks and spectacle frames, meeting the blonde’s eyes with serenity within his own. “I have been blind,” he despairs softly, nuzzling each part of skin he can reach. “I must have been, if there was once a time I saw you before me and believed you to deserve anything but ecstasy.” Katsuki’s hiccups, heart thumping, eyes tearing as Tenya continues to gaze at him softly. Tenya plants a kiss against his sensitive inner thigh before slowly sliding himself backwards onto his knees, whirling his hand and subsequently vanishing his own pants. Katsuki’s eyes widen at the sight of his throbbing erection, breath speeding up unconsciously. It had hurt. That thing… it had-
“I will not hurt you,” Tenya says resolutely, taking himself in hand and lining himself up with Katsuki’s hole. Katsuki’s eyes flick back up to the God’s face, panicked, searching for any inkling of anger or malice that he had seen written in the man’s features once before. Tenya settles the large tip against Katsuki’s sensitive entrance but goes no further, keeping that contact as he looms back over the smaller human, bringing them face to face. “I will never hurt you again, sweet Katsuki,” he promises, quiet and personal but with a sureness carved of stone. Katsuki swallows, lashes fluttering and blush spreading all across his face and chest, but he chooses to believe the God. While Tenya may have caused him harm before, for what purpose would he do so now?
“F-fine, ass’ole,” Katsuki relents softly, tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. Tenya chuckles warmly between them at the mean name, eyes sparkling with adoration Katsuki’s not used to receiving.
“Thank you,” Tenya croons, barely more than a whisper. Katsuki’s eyes round at the phrase of gratitude, before rolling into the back of his skull as Tenya pushes in slowly. His cock is as large as he remembers, though Katsuki had forced himself not to think on those memories too much during his captivity, but it truly doesn’t hurt this time around. What it is now is so fucking much. Tenya’s thick, hot, twitching and long and it fills him devastatingly slowly as the God stares down at him throughout. Unknowingly halfway in, Katsuki’s hands fly to the man’s shoulders and grasps onto his warm, muscular back frantically, needing to hold on for dear life and once again find Tenya’s steady gaze. He doesn’t even realize the God had allowed for his shackles to unlock, too overwhelmed by the pleasant fuzz of euphoria clouding his mind the deeper Tenya goes.
When Tenya finally, finally bottoms out, heavy balls pressing against the slick that seeps out from Katsuki’s ass, Katsuki cums, again. It’s no less world-shattering than the first, sensation overrunning his body with buzzing pleasure that causes all his muscles to twitch beneath Tenya’s weight. His cock barely spews any cum between their stomachs, weakly twitching as his thighs tremble against Tenya’s hips, nails digging into the God’s back. Katsuki’s mouth opens with a silent moan, eyesight fogging as he attempts to keep eye contact with the man inside of him throughout his orgasm, deliriously soaking in the sight of Tenya’s own pleased face. “That’s it, Katsuki,” he coos down at the blonde, sliding his own hands beneath Katsuki’s back to wrap the human in his strong arms, cradling Katsuki’s head with his hands to keep him somewhat afloat. Katsuki shakes and squirms slightly in the hold, the heat undying despite having cummed a second time. Tenya’s delicate treatment is driving him insane, the difference so stark from before Katsuki can barely comprehend it, could never have prepared for it. The pleasure and Lotus carve him raw before the God holding his lax, pliant body, and Katsuki just has to trust he won’t go through another painful judgement.
Tenya chants something quick and breathless to make his glasses vanish before he gently presses their foreheads together, searching Katsuki’s eyes and awaiting for him to return to his body. Once Katsuki has focused on him enough, Tenya strains his neck to plant a kiss just underneath the human's watery eye. “Wrap your legs around me, darling,” he instructs softly. Katsuki follows the order shakily, legs weak from being held open, but he also finds the shackles to be helping him this time around by making his lower limbs feel nearly weightless. Once his ankles are hooked around the God’s lower back, Katsuki feels his ass float off of the mattress slightly. It urges a startled sound from his throat as he tries to look down, but Tenya’s soft laughter close to his face makes Katsuki return to stare at him incredulously. “This angle should feel better for you,” he explains, rolling his hips down into Katsuki for an immediate showcase. Katsuki’s body immediately relaxes in Tenya’s hold, jaw slackening at how the angle makes Tenya’s cock go somehow even deeper. “Good,” Tenya exhales and continues the rolling motion of his hips, setting a pace much too sensual for two strangers to enact. This didn’t feel like fucking - it felt like the God was making love to him.
Katsuki wraps his arms around Tenya’s strong neck, desperately holding on as he feels his heart fluttering and eyes wet. “Oh m’ g- od,” he gasps right into Tenya’s own parted lips, the air between them suffocating with heat. Tenya’s blown eyes are staring at him nearly unblinkingly as he continues to grind his cock deep inside, the effects of Lotus making it so that the appendage venturing deep into Katsuki’s organs was nothing more than euphoric. It felt so fucking good to have this God, so strong and capable of killing him in a single second, choosing to earn Katsuki’s trust by worshipping his mortal body through intense, silken pleasure. The way Tenya’s muscles ripple atop of him, the way his hips seem to maintain a steady, mind-numbing pace without any exertion, the way he’s doing it all with adoration in his gaze - Katsuki trembles, staring into Tenya’s red eyes meaningfully, wide and afraid of his impending orgasm. It’s there, sizzling underneath his skin and pooling in his lower belly, safe beneath the God’s gentle caress.
Tenya smiles, devastatingly handsome, and whispers, ”Cum for your God, sweet Katsuki.”
Katsuki chokes on a gasp, vision blurring the image of Tenya’s face mere inches away. “Uuhhnng,” a sound, gutturally unattractive to his own ears, crawls seemingly from the depths of Katsuki’s heart and shatters the quiet atmosphere between them. His entire body floods with molten heat that fizzles and slackens his muscles, his cock weakly leaking a stream of fluid against his own stomach, each of Tenya’s continued grinds swiping the cum onto his own skin. Then Tenya echoes a deep groan of his own, the arms holding Katsuki tightening with tension, the fingers cradling his head raking against his scalp. Heat spills inside of him, so much of it, and when Katsuki can see beyond the fog of euphoria, he realizes the God has orgasmed with him. Tenya’s face is pinched slightly, brows wrinkled and jaw clenched as he stares into Katsuki’s eyes, hips breaking their sweet rhythm with miniscule, unconscious thrusts, craving to get even deeper.
Something warms pleasantly in Katsuki’s chest, completely unrelated to his third orgasm, from seeing Tenya unravel while within him.
The moments following their releases are quiet sans for Katsuki’s panting and soft sounds, the heat finally dying within him but his sensitivity skyrocketing with the God’s cock softening inside of him. Tenya keeps smiling so close, their foreheads against one another, and slowly plants a kiss to Katsuki’s lips to distract the human as he pulls out. Katsuki whimpers but kisses back, thankful for the pleasant distraction. Once Tenya’s cockhead slinks out, cum steadily begins to spew in obscene driplets from his hole. But then Tenya breaks the kiss and mumbles something unintelligible against Katsuki’s lips, and the mess between his legs is just gone.
Katsuki kind of misses it immediately.
At his pouting, Tenya chuckles warmly and gently releases Katsuki from his arms, laying him gently upon the mattress. “How do you feel?” He questions quietly, focus never straying as his warm hands slide along Katsuki’s legs to unhook his ankles behind him.
Katsuki swallows and licks his lips, somehow not as dehydrated as he would’ve expected. “Wh- what the fuck.”
Tenya grins as he guides Katsuki’s feet back onto the bed, scooting himself backwards to stretch out the blonde’s legs. Katsuki bites back a groan at the therapeutic movement of his stiff limbs. “You did very well, Katsuki,” he praises genuinely, getting himself comfortable between Katsuki’s stretched legs and bringing one of his bare feet into his large hands. Tenya presses his thumbs firmly against the sole, making Katsuki sigh and attempt not to squirm from the touch. The God continues to press and drag his skillful fingers against Katsuki’s feet, all while keeping attentive watch upon his reactions. “It was not painful, no?”
Katsuki’s muscles jump slightly when Tenya drags his fingers along his stiff shin, only to relax again as the man works the tension down and out through his toes. “..No,” he admits, eyes flicking between his own foot in the man’s hands and Tenya’s face. It made him somewhat nervous to look the God in the eyes for too long. Katsuki licks his lips again nervously when Tenya switches to his other leg, treating him so carefully it almost makes his skin crawl. “Um. So.”
Tenya nods, as if he understood what Katsuki meant from his fumbling. “I would like to propose a pact with you.”
Katsuki’s leg freezes in Tenya’s hands, along with the rest of his body. “The fuck does that mean?” He asks wearily, not entirely sure if that was something he wanted.
Tenya raises Katsuki’s ankle to his lips and plants a kiss against the bone. “Allow me to revise,” he smirks, trailing a hand against Katsuki’s skin until he can squeeze the sensitive meat of his inner thigh. Katsuki’s muscles jump beneath Tenya’s touch, kicking his trapped foot to try and escape uselessly. “Here are the terms of your judgement.” Tenya lowers Katsuki’s leg and moves his hands to crawl over him, smiling devilishly down at the nervous, annoyed human. “For the continuation of protection for your friends, those of whom you’ve landed here for, you must return to our realm each month.” Tenya bends his arms until there’s barely any distance between their faces, soaking in the way Katsuki stares at him incredulously, still flushed prettily from the sex. “The number of times correlates in relation to each person you are protecting - five.”
“That’s a shit ton,” Katsuki growls, uncaring that the God could easily crush him in this position. The thought was actually kind of appetizing. He slaps himself internally for that thought. “And what’s the point of those visits? To get passed around like a hackysack?” He scoffs, forcing himself not to blush further from the image.
Tenya’s grin widens. “Sort of.”
Katsuki doesn’t have a retort for that. He swallows, eyes widening, searching. There’s no hint of untruth nor apology in the God’s expression.
“While you are not under my sector, you would be under my care,” Tenya continues, voice dropping both comfortingly and menacingly. “There may be no Earthly land in which you are mine, but here, you will be.” Katsuki’s heart stutters at the God’s possessiveness, praying his dick doesn’t have the capacity to get hard again beneath Tenya’s weight. That’d be fucking obvious and embarassing. Something in Tenya’s expression softens, “And while I may occasionally allow for the others to take part in your pleasuring, I will be the one who takes care of you, always.” He lowers his lips to Katsuki’s neck, just beneath his ear, and plants a sweet, promising kiss to the sensitive spot. “As repayment for my own treachery.”
Katsuki shivers at the touch and devotion laced in Tenya’s tone. “That’s- that’s fuckin’ unnecessary,” he argues weakly, cursing himself for how much he wants to easily accept the God’s worshipping. Screw Tenya for being so charming. Screw that Lotus shit. “You don’t gotta do all that shit. Just send me home, idiot.”
Tenya laughs warmly at his dismissiveness. Then he wraps Katsuki strongly in his arms and flips them, clutching the human to his body with no means of escape, showcasing his power. Katsuki sputters as his gravity’s flipped, scrambling to get ahold of something, but his hands just end up trapped between their chests. Tenya smirks as Katsuki’s wide eyes shift into a glare, finding the attempt at anger adorable. “I wasn’t giving you an option, sweet thing,” he croons devilishly, squeezing Katsuki tighter and bringing his lips to the human’s ear. “And if you truly wish to disagree, I could always just make you.” His tongue licks wetly into Katsuki's ear, sending shivers down the blonde’s entrapped spine and making his shoulder hike. Tenya murmurs, so deep his voice could be considered barely intelligible growls, “Treat you with so much pleasure you’d happily succumb to me. I’d make you forget about ever wanting to go home.”
Katsuki has to bite his lip to withhold any embarrassing sound. While the threat is really fucking arousing, Katsuki wasn’t at a place in his life where he wanted to run away. Sure, the realm was beautiful, and it held even more beautiful inhabitants that craved him, apparently, but his friends on Earth were unfortunately his damn family. They were all he had left, and they made him forget Katsuki could ever want more than them. It’s why he would put his life on the line for any of them, no matter how their stupidity caused a situation. Tenya could have killed him, and Katsuki would be satisfied with knowing he’d at least protected Kaminari from the same fate.
So he sighs, annoyed, and grumbles, “Fine, you freakass shitty God.”
Tenya’s responding grin is the widest he’d seen the man smile.
For Katsuki’s departure from the realm, he finds himself standing back upon the cloud from which he spawned. The skirt he dons flows in the soft winds, the shackles still present but barely a presence, no weight installed within them. The Gods are all lounging on their own respective clouds, back to the scale of giants, each smiling to a different degree down at him. Katsuki scowls at each of their bright faces: Izuku, waving dumbly with a grin that splits his face. Tsuyu, a gentle smile and a tilt to her head - innocent, but Katsuki damn well knew better. Ochako, twiddling her fingers in a wave and a teasing giggle on her lips. Shouto, a softened expression much too sweet for the cold man.
And Tenya, watching him adoringly over the rim of his glasses with a knowing smirk to his lips.
Katsuki flips them all off. The Gods laugh at his attitude.
Tenya nods his head privately towards the human.
Katsuki, begrudgingly, nods back.
Izuku springs to standing with his fingers readied. “Bye, Kacchan! See you soon!” He cheers, an excited gleam in his eyes. Katsuki turns to scowl at him, but already the winds have surrounded him, swirling from the Heavenly skies to gray, then black.
When the darkness and swooping feeling in Katsuki’s stomach subsides, he blinks himself awake at a familiar location.
The forest of the Ancient Grounds.
He’s slumped against the wall where the rune had shattered, though there are no remnants left on the floor. A look back towards the concrete tells him someone had attempted to amateurly secure the broken pieces back together, stuffing it precariously back into its rightful place.
Whatever.
Katsuki gets to standing with a groan, muscles stiff as if he were sleeping in that position for hours. The sun seemed to be setting through the trees, meaning it had at least been at a minimum nearly twenty four hours he’d been gone. He frowns at the thought, feeling guilty for having definitely worried his gaggle of idiots. Katsuki wasn’t sure how much time had passed in the realm, but it was certainly enough to cause his friends to mourn him as a missing person.
Squaring his shoulders, he begins to trek through the woods towards where he recalls the entrance of the forest being. It was slowly turning night, and Katsuki wanted to find his way to his friends before they had to check off another day of him missing. He was fine, and he wanted to be before them to prove to them as such.
This goal wouldn’t take long to achieve, however, as when Katsuki shrugs a tree branch away from his head and reaches the clearing leading to their town, he finds the exact group of people he’s looking for standing still, stunned, at the sight of him.
Jirou and Sero both have their jaws dropped, staring at him as if Katsuki were a ghost they were hoping to see but weren’t expecting. Mina had her feet stanced wide, ready to what- fight him? as if he were some sort of threat. Kirishima’s eyes were already beginning to water, lower lip bit between his teeth to maintain the way it trembled.
Kaminari’s already sprinting full-speed towards him, sobs wracking with each breath.
Katsuki catches in his arms easily, sighing in faux annoyance. “Hey, shithead-”
“Where were you?!” Kaminari cries, suffocating Katsuki with all the strength his arms can muster. It causes the taller blonde to wheeze, lightly smacking against the shorter’s shoulder. “We- We’ve been looking every night, Bakugou!”
Guilt and dread flood through Katsuki’s veins. He clears his throat as he watches the others hurriedly approach them. “‘Every night’?” He echoes, carefully.
Mina scoffs, and it’s wet with emotion. “You’ve been gone for nearly four days, you jackass,” she grits, crossing her arms in annoyance. But then she trembles, just for a moment, before flinging her own arms around the two blondes. “You jackass!”
Kirishima comes up and wraps his arms around them as well, sniffling grossly. “Where’d you go, man? You just- disappeared.” His voice is hoarse and so unlike his usual preppy attitude that Katsuki’s heart twinges.
How exactly could he explain what happened without A) worrying his friends more, or B) being teased for his entire lifetime?
Katsuki clears his throat. “The, uh, Gods?” He starts, and immediately the others are wide eyed and attentive, putting an anxiety-inducing amount of pressure on his explanation. “Those ass- those guys, uh, were pissed about that rune thing breaking.” Katsuki furrows his brow, trying to figure out how to continue with very explicit details not to be included. “They just, y’know, reprimanded me or some shit after I took the blame.” He sighs, adding on a detail that didn’t feel like a lie: “I didn’t realize I’d been gone for that long.”
“Well, you were,” Sero scowls, knocking his knuckles against Katsuki’s head and earning himself a glare. “But shit,” he sighs, letting his lips quirk upwards. “We’re glad you’re okay, man.”
“Seriously,” Jirou agrees, shaking her head in exasperation. “I know Kaminari’s an idiot, but if he got you killed, I would’ve figured out how to sacrifice him.”
Kaminari pulls back from the hug, clumsily knocking the other two off of Katsuki in the process. “Hey!”
“I’m fine, you morons,” Katsuki scowls, crossing his arms to ward off any more fucking hugging. “Can we fucking leave, now? I need to fix my God damn sleep schedule.”
Mina turns to him with a scandalized point of her finger. “Don’t say the Gods’ name in vain!” She chastises, eyes flicking into the trees beyond his shoulder worriedly.
Katsuki scoffs and starts walking forwards, forcing the others to scramble and match his pace. “They can fuckin’ deal with it,” he smirks, knowingly, even if he were the only one who knew.
They would all surely bug him for further details after the relief of his return rubbed off, but Katsuki knew he would keep the true story for himself. He would give them random details and will have to come up with a reason to disappear so often each month, but, well. If it kept them safe, they’d just have to learn to understand his new strange tendencies.
Kaminari shakes his arm, laughing through the story of how the group drunkenly left the forest the first night, the recollection amusing now that it wasn’t to be shared at Katsuki’s funeral. Katsuki huffs a laugh, smile tugging at his lips, and relishes in the feeling of being back home.
His hand mindlessly comes to rub at his lower back, a vague stinging sensation within his skin. Unseen in white ink, unreadable in the ancient text found on runes, there lies the word Ingenium lovingly carved into Katsuki’s flesh. A fresh, irremovable, promise of protection.
…And pleasure.