Pro Hero Katsuki and Middle School Eijirou - Part 2
-BakuKiri
-NSFW cw; underage, age gap, forced feminization
Eijirou gets hit by an age reverse quirk and Katsuki says they are dating. Night 2.
~picks up from the ao3 version where Eijirou stays middle school aged. All you need to know is that he awakens the morning after tied up and gagged, so he doesn't go anywhere while Katsuki goes to work~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23032258 

and now Katsuki returns~
Eijirou awakens with a jolt to the sound of the front door opening and closing. His heart races, and he jerks forward but is halted by the ropes binding him.
He tenses, joints aching, legs bent and bound, arms behind his back, the hardwood of the bed frame digging into his shoulders, reminding him of where he is and the position he’s in.
It hurts.
Katsuki-san appears in the door, an arm leaning against the frame. He looks at Eijirou with an appreciative gaze and Eijirou’s heart stops, stomach coiling, breath quickening.
His legs are splayed wide, showing his soft penis and the cum dried to his thighs, and his body remembers too well what happened last night, dreading and anticipating the hero’s return.
“I’m home, baby,” Katsuki says, low and smooth, and Eijirou sucks in a breath, settling his red and blotchy eyes on the man, sending him the sharpest gaze he can manage.
Katsuki just smirks and crosses the room, throwing the bag he’d brought onto the bed and settling down next to him. Eijirou feels the mattress dip and his stomach flips.
He flinches as Katsuki brushes a gentle thumb across his cheek, but he forces himself to still under the touch. Katsuki huffs, amused, and tucks a strand of black hair behind Eijirou’s ear.
Then he removes the gag and Eijirou gasps, testing his jaw and licking his dry and cracked lips. He doesn’t say anything, just glares at the hero.
Katsuki reaches between his legs and puts his hand on the dildo that had being filling him up too much all day. Eijirou winces, his breath turns shallow and his thighs begin to tremble as the thick girth is slowly drawn out to the tip.
His hole is red and sore, and when Katsuki slides it back in, he squirms and bites back a whimper, feeling the tip pressing against his lower abdomen.
From under half-lidded eyes, Eijirou sees Katsuki’s throat swallow as his eyes drift over his body. He withdraws the dildo from him completely, and Eijirou feels like he can finally breathe.
Then Katsuki wraps his hand around his ankle, and Eijirou sucks in a breath against the pain as Katsuki starts undoing the knots binding his leg. The rope comes loose with skilful fingers.
Katsuki smooths over his knee and calf with either palm, then he straightens Eijirou’s leg, and Eijirou groans, his joints stiff, numbness turning into tingles,
and when Katsuki brushes his thumb along the indents where rope has cut into skin and starts massaging the bruising, Eijirou moans under his breath.

“You struggle a bit, baby?” Katsuki-san asks, glancing sidelong at him.
Eijirou sucks on his bottom lip and Katsuki smirks, turning his attention to undoing the knots on his other leg. Then Katsuki moves onto his arms, leaning close as though in a hug to undo the knots woven behind his back.
Eijirou can smell Katsuki’s scent under his cologne, and Katsuki’s hair tickles his nose until Katsuki pulls back, guiding his arms around and holding them in front of his body. He stands from the bed and half-pulls, half-hauls Eijirou too his feet.
Eijirou gasps, his legs giving way beneath him, and all his weight falls into Katsuki’s arms, but Katsuki holds him up, and is about to lift him up before Eijirou kicks him in the dick with his knee.
Katsuki grunts, doubling forward and Eijirou wrestles out of his arms, falls to the floor, starts crawling for the door.

“Son of a—" Katsuki curses, grabbing his sack and breathing through the pain.
Being a pro, he quickly recovers and lunges for Eijirou, grabbing his ankle just as Eijirou grabs the door frame. Eijirou holds on tight but Katsuki’s yank has his fingers slipping, he’s dragged across the carpet, but rolls onto his back and kicks at Katsuki’s arms,
thrashing until his foot hits Katsuki square in the nose and Katsuki growls, raises a hand and hits Eijirou hard across the face.

His head snaps to the side, eyes wide and quickly filling with tears as striking, stinging pain lances through him.
Cheek burning and throbbing, he processes the pain and the meaning behind it, and as Katsuki raises his hand again, Eijirou sees it, fear in his eyes, and curls into himself, hands protecting his head. Bracing himself, he sobs, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
When the next hit doesn’t immediately come, Eijirou opens his scrunched eyes and sees Katsuki slowly lowering his hand.

“Fuck,” Katsuki curses, then storms out of the room, but Eijirou doesn’t move. He just lies there, curled into himself, sobbing.
When Katsuki returns, he places a glass of water and a cloth bundle on the nightstand, then lifts Eijirou up, two hands under his arms, and sits him on the edge of the bed. He crouches down in front of him, a worry in his brow, and presses ice wrapped in a cloth against his cheek
“I didn’t want to hit you, baby,” he says soothingly, holding the ice to his face. “But you lied to me, you said you wouldn’t run away, so you gave me no choice. Naughty boys have to be punished.”
Katsuki wipes away his tears, then rests his other hand on top of Eijirou’s, rubbing circles with his thumb. Eijirou is still completely naked while Katsuki is fully clothed, so he tries to look at anything but the man in front of him.
“Sorry,’ he mumbles. He knows it was a stupid thing to do, but it was scary being tied up all day, and he had no idea when /or if/ Katsuki would be coming home.
Katsuki makes a point of ignoring his apology and disappointment weighs heavily in the silence, suffocating Eijirou, making him feel sick to the stomach. He suddenly feels like he’s ruined everything, like Katsuki is fed up with being around him instead of the older Eijirou.
He wants to take it all back. He wants Katsuki to hold him and to want him like he did last night. He doesn’t want to be tied up and forgotten about.

“Here, show me your cheek,” says Katsuki, pulling Eijirou from his thoughts.
He grabs his chin and tilts his head to the side, removing the ice. Water drips down Katsuki’s arm and Eijirou’s neck, drops splashing onto his thigh, cold against his skin.
His cheek is tender and swollen under Katsuki’s touch, and Katsuki hums, then presses the glass of water into his hands with the order, “Drink.”
Eijirou raises the glass to his lips and takes a sip. The water reminds him how thirsty he is, and he gulps mouthful after mouthful until the glass is emptied. Katsuki takes it back and stands, disappearing to the kitchen again.
When he returns, he presses another full glass of water into his hands, then leans against the wall opposite Eijirou, arms folded across his chest.
Eijirou is still thirsty after not drinking or eating all day, but he also doesn’t want a repeat of last night, so he drinks steadily, eyeing Katsuki until he slowly finishes his second glass.
“I bought you new clothes,” Katsuki says, nodding to the bag on the bed. “I’m not sure I’m in the mood to care whether you wear them or not though.”

Eijirou’s chest feels tight with pain like he’s been hit again.
“I’ll wear them!” he insists, placing the glass down and grabbing the bag, holding it close. “You bought it for me, so of course I’ll—” His words fall short when he pulls out a cotton candy pink and white maid frock, complete with frills and pleats.
He gulps.
~since im pumping out a few threads this month, this one at least wont have polls because its mostly written already >:)
“Well?” Katsuki asks, raising a brow and waiting for him to finish what he was saying.

“I—” his voice comes out weak; he clears his throat. He doesn’t want to wear a dress, but he also doesn’t want to disappoint Katsuki-san. “I’ll wear it…” he mumbles, feeling his cheeks heat.
Katsuki hums and the creases between his brows smooth out. “Go ahead,” he says, staring, not moving an inch. Eijirou lets out a shuddery breath, then he turns the dress over, trying to figure out how to put it on.
The top seems quite narrow with its puffy sleeves, so he opts to pull it over his head, then struggles to find all the right holes, but he does manage with some effort to get it onto his body.
It’s itchy.
Eijirou pulls on the lacy panties to his knees while sitting on the bed, then he stands to pull them up the rest of the way. He picks out a wedgie, then sits back on the bed. He doesn’t like the way they ride up his butt when he sits down…
Eijirou tries to ignore it as he pulls on the thigh high socks. The damn skirt keeps getting in the way too.

When he’s done, he looks up at Katsuki from under his brows, feeling far too conscious of every breath he takes. “Um…” he mumbles.
“Stand,” Katsuki orders, his expression unreadable.

Eijirou’s heart skips a beat at the order. He slides off the bed, holding down the hem of his skirt so it covers a little more of his thighs. His pulse beats loudly in his ears as Katsuki’s gaze scours him head to toe.
“Turn,” Katsuki says.

Eijirou’s eyes widen, suddenly all too aware of the bed behind him. He takes a deep breath and turns slowly, shuffling his feet in a little circle, then he’s facing the bed but Katsuki doesn’t say to stop, so he keeps turning until he’s facing Katsuki again
“Lift up your skirt.”

Eijirou flushes red. He averts his eyes as he lifts the hem of his dress and feels the cool air breeze through his panties.
Katsuki hums, and Eijirou glances at him to determine his mood. His heart stutters when he sees a smirk pull onto Katsuki’s lips, and Eijirou thinks that maybe he still has a chance to make up for disappointing Katsuki-san.
“Not bad,” Katsuki says, and Eijirou hangs on the hint of pleasure in his voice. Katsuki pushes off the wall and motions for Eijirou to leave the room first. “C’mon.”
Eijirou drops the hem of his dress and takes a step forward but stops. Katsuki raises a brow.

“I…” Eijirou takes a breath and looks up with sharp eyes. “I want to pee first,” he says, almost demands, standing firm with clenched fists like a brat about to throw a tantrum.
Katsuki appraises him, and Eijirou’s heart hammers in his chest. Then Katsuki huffs, looking smug. He holds out his hand for Eijirou to take.

“Sure thing, princess. Or should I call you Ei-chan?”
Eijirou’s stomach lurches and he blushes redder. He stares at Katsuki-san’s big hand and carefully takes a hold. The moment he does, Katsuki pulls him in close, leading him by the arm and twirling him around, so that his dress swishes around him.
Then Katsuki sweeps him off his feet and into his arms, carrying him bridal style while chuckling light-heartedly at Eijirou's little yelp of surprise.
Eijirou lets Katsuki carrying him to the toilet without struggling, and when they get there, Katsuki lowers him gently to the ground, surprising Eijirou once again how easily he can throw his weight around.
“Hold this,” Katsuki says, lifting the hem of his dress.

He frowns. “I can do it myself.”

Katsuki clicks his tongue. “Can’t let my little princess get her hands dirty,” he murmurs into the shell of his ear and Eijirou flinches, feeling hot breath sending shivers down his arms.
Eijirou pouts, but holds his dress, standing before the toilet while Katsuki presses his body close behind him. He snakes his big hands around Eijirou’s little waist and pulls his penis from his panties, aiming it at the bowl.
It’s somehow less embarrassing than last night...

Still embarrassing though.
“C’mon, baby. We don’t have all night,” Katsuki says when Eijirou doesn’t immediately pee. He tries to focus, tries to relax, but it’s hard with Katsuki pressing up against him and rubbing his penis with his thumb.
“I can’t…” Eijirou mumbles. It would be so much easier if he just did it himself.

Katsuki scoffs. “You didn’t have any problems pissing last night.”
Eijirou’s face heats up again and he takes a deep breath to try to calm down, and much to his relief, not long later, he manages to pee. Thank god.
“Good job,” Katsuki muses, shaking him off and tucking him away. Eijirou lowers his dress and stands awkwardly as Katsuki flushes the toilet and washes his hands. When they’re done, Katsuki grabs his hand and walks him to the kitchen.
“I have a special treat for you,” Katsuki says, leaving him standing in the kitchen as he slides a box off the counter, places it on the dining table and rummages for cutlery in a drawer. Katsuki sits down on the wooden dining chain and pats his lap for Eijirou to sit.
Eijirou approaches cautiously, trying to decide the best way to go about this. He turns, smoothing his skirt down, and sits sideways on Katsuki-san’s lap. Eijirou waits for Katsuki to speak, but he doesn’t say anything, just leans forward and opens the box on the table.
Under the lid is a large strawberry and cream cake with swirls and fruits and icing powder sprinkled across the top. Eijirou’s stomach rumbles and Katsuki huffs, picking up the knife and cutting into the cake, revealing layers separated by jam and cream.
“Hungry, baby girl?” Katsuki asks and despite being called a girl…Eijirou nods, watching him slice the cake.

Katsuki switches to a spoon and scoops into the creamy goodness. “I bought the fanciest cake they had,” he says, holding the spoon before him. “Ah~”
Eijirou parts his lips, letting Katsuki spoon-feed him, and he can’t help but give an appreciative moan as delicious sweetness melts in his mouth.

He grabs Katsuki’s hand and holds it close so he can lick the spoon clean and Katsuki chuckles. “Tastes good, huh?”
Eijirou nods, turning his head away so he can wipe his mouth, but before he can, Katsuki grabs his chin and tilts his head, then licks smeared frosting from the corner of Eijirou’s mouth.
His tongue is hot, leaving a wet sheen over Eijirou’s lips as Katsuki licks one thick stripe across them.

Katsuki hums, licking his own lips. “Delicious,” he says, gaze burning into Eijirou.
Then he grabs one of Eijirou’s legs and lifts it across his lap, swivelling him so they sit almost hip to hip, Eijirou’s legs dangling either side of Katsuki, but there’s space enough between them for Katsuki to spoon-feed him another mouthful of cake and watch him eat it.
Eijirou stares back as he eats from the spoon. This time he remembers to lick the frosting from his lips, they’re still wet with Katsuki’s saliva, but Eijirou makes sure to clean them fully.

A low rumble sounds from Katsuki’s throat, pleased or displeased, it’s hard to tell.
In this new position, Eijirou doesn’t know where to put his hands, so he sits them in his lap, on top of his skirt.

Another spoonful is held to Eijirou’s lips, so Eijirou continues to eat.

And eat.
Soon the sweetness becomes sickening and Eijirou isn’t sure how much more he can eat. So when Katsuki brings another spoonful to his lips, Eijirou pulls back. “I’m full now,” he says, feeling his stomach pressing against the confines of his dress.
Katsuki frowns, almost pouts. “I want you to eat a little more than three slices, princess.” He presses the spoon against Eijirou’s lips and reluctantly, Eijirou parts his mouth around another mouthful.
This time, some frosting falls from his lips, some smears his chin, a larger glob falls down his chest. He’s not a messy eater, it’s just hard with the way Katsuki-san feeds him!
Eijirou reaches up, planning to wipe the mess off, but Katsuki catches his hand. He leans in and licks the frosting from his chin, his stubble tickling Eijirou’s skin, nose brushing against his cheek.
Then Katsuki’s lips glide down his neck, and Eijirou’s breathing quickens. Pulling at the lacing of his dress, Katsuki loosens the parting at his chest, then nuzzles down and cleans up the spilt frosting with his tongue.
Heart beating fast, Eijirou’s thighs squeeze tighter around Katsuki’s waist so he doesn’t slide off his lap. He watches down his nose as Katsuki pulls back, wipes some frosting from his own lips with his thumb and sucks it off, nice and slow, while staring right at Eijirou.
Katsuki leans in and Eijirou’s stomach flutters, his tongue darting over his lips, parting them a little, but Katsuki doesn’t kiss him. He reaches for another spoonful of cake and brings it to Eijirou’s lips.

Eijirou looks at the sweet cream and his stomach sinks.
“C’mon, baby,” Katsuki says, noticing his repulsed expression. “Just a couple more mouthfuls,” he encourages as his free hand travels up Eijirou’s waist and settles where his dress fits firm.

Eijirou exhales. Wanting to please Katsuki-san, he takes in another mouthful of cake.
As he eats, Katsuki rubs his hand over his full stomach, then down his back, then he pulls the fabric out from under Eijirou’s butt so that his panties are the only thing between him and Katsuki’s pants.
Another spoonful of cake is pressed against lips, and Eijirou accepts the cake with only a small whimper of protest.
He feels Katsuki growing harder beneath him, feels it all too well through his panties, and he shudders as Katsuki pushes the spoon against his lips again, forcing Eijirou to lick it clean.
Katsuki’s hand rubs soothingly over his stomach and when another spoonful is forced against his lips, Eijirou whines, “I can’t. I’m going to be sick…no more, /please, Katsuki/”
what do ya'll call that shit on the cake~

i never say frosting irl but it sounds better on paper so i changed icing to frosting in my thread :D
“One more,” Katsuki says, unrelenting even to his given-name begging, so Eijirou digs deep and forces himself to eat just one more mouthful, tears rolling downs his cheeks without his permission as he holds the cake in his mouth, working up the energy to chew.
Katsuki growls, pleased, when Eijirou swallows the last bit of cake. There’s still frosting on his lips, but Eijirou doesn’t even have the stomach to lick it off.
Katsuki throws the spoon down on the table and Eijirou has never felt more relieved. He leans forward and pushes the cake box back, then he rises.

Eijirou yelps as he slides back, but Katsuki lifts him onto the table, pushing him across its surface.
Then, grabbing his thighs and spreading his legs apart, Katsuki takes a moment to look him over. Eijirou’s hair is dishevelled, thin strands sticking to the cream on his lips, arms braced to the sides, staring up at Katsuki wide-eyed.
Katsuki smirks, lowers his eyes from Eijirou’s face to the view between his legs under the ruffles of his dress. He sits back into his chair, and Eijirou props himself onto his elbows, watching as Katsuki shuffles his chair closer and declares, “Time for /my/ treat.”
Eijirou gasps as Katsuki throws his legs over his shoulders and dives under his dress, kissing and sucking along his thighs, above the band of his socks, edging closer and closer to his panties.
Eijirou bites down a moan when Katsuki sucks a bruise into his sensitive inner thigh. His teeth nip skin, then sink deep into flesh, and Eijirou gasps, throwing his head back, and crumbling to the table with a groan.
Hot shivers rifle through him, from his fingertips to his toes, and Eijirou blinks into the bright light hanging down from the ceiling, mouth parted, gasping for breath, feeling heat surge in his stomach.
Katsuki’s tongue licks deep stripes across the teeth marks on his thigh, and Eijirou shudders, squirming against his tongue, into his tongue, torn between begging Katsuki to do that again and begging him to stop.

Katsuki kisses the nook of his hip between leg and crotch,
but then he travels back, away from where he wants him to touch.

Blinded by need, Eijirou squeezes his thighs around Katsuki’s neck, legs hooking behind his back, his hips rising from the table, he sucks on his lip and draws Katsuki’s face closer to his penis.
Over the ruffles of his dress, Eijirou sees Katsuki raise a brow. He clicks his tongue. “What a greedy little girl, you are,” he chastises but obliges Eijirou’s silent request and dives between his legs, disappearing under his skirts.
Eijirou shivers in anticipation, gasping when Katsuki buries his nose into his crotch, toes flexing in his socks as Katsuki takes a deep, long whiff. And Eijirou whines at the thought of Katsuki licking him there, wet and hot.
Katsuki hums and Eijirou feels his breath through the lace of his panties. “Just look at how wet you are, baby,” he says, and Eijirou moans, breathless but loud, as Katsuki’s tongue licks a hot, deep stripe over the fabric covering his swollen penis, once, twice.
“Been wanting me to do this to you, huh?” Katsuki mocks, then sucks a wet patch over Eijirou’s balls, soaking the material and drawing his sack and the fabric into his mouth.
Eijirou trembles, throwing his hands back and grabbing the edge of the table for purchase. He gasps and moans as Katsuki licks him all over,, lapping like an animal, eating him up. He squirms his hips, bucking them up into Katsuki’s mouth, smushing his crotch into Katsuki’s face.
Heat builds in the pit of his stomach. His tummy feels so full. He feels so gross, sticky and wet, pathetically humping Katsuki-san’s face, but that only makes him hotter, wetter. His jaw is slack with moans, spit drooling down the side of his mouth, eyes fluttering, rolling back
Katsuki’s rough hands grip under his thighs, strong thumbs digging into his muscles. Eijirou’s back arches, a broken yelp coming from his throat. Then he shatters, climax stymied because Katsuki pulls his face away and pins his hips to a standstill.
He watches Katsuki breathless, coming down from a climax that was just out of reach. Katsuki lowers his hips to the table and Eijirou barely registers Katsuki stand and reach for a handful of cake. “You said you didn’t want to eat, but look how hungry you are, baby.”
Katsuki’s hand releases his hip to pull back the band of his panties, then he slaps the creamy, spongy dessert into his crotch, his band snapping back into place afterwards.
Eijirou’s gasps, eyes flying wide, face scrunching with disgust. He tries to sit up, but his stomach is too full and Katsuki’s hand returns to his hip, holding him down. He shudders against the icky feeling of cake in his underwear.
He reaches down to pull it out, but Katsuki grabs his wrist with his cake-dirtied hand. “W-Wait,” Eijirou cries just before his palm is forced between his own legs, squishing and smushing the cake further into his crotch
Eijirou whines, disgusted by the feeling inside his panties, but trembling as Katsuki forces his hand to rub himself along his clothed and caked cock, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

“Look at you, baby. Rutting against your hand. Getting yourself off.”
The table shifts under his weight as Katsuki leans against it, forcing Eijirou’s hand to rub himself harder, faster.

“Does it feel good having cake smeared into your clit? You filthy little slut,” Katsuki spits out, disgust and excitement in his tone.
Eijirou moans, falling apart. “How does your cunt feel, baby? Nice and wet?” Katsuki growls, expecting an answer.

“Y-Yes,” Eijirou gasps out, no longer caring about the grossness as he chases pleasure. “G-Good, so good.”
Katsuki grips his wrist harder and forces his hand to move painfully slow, not happy with him getting what he wants.

Eijirou whimpers again. He needs the friction. He needs to come. “Please,” he begs, tears rolling down his cheeks.
“‘Please’ what?” Katsuki growls, his voice low and eager.

Katsuki’s name comes to Eijirou’s mind first, but last time he tried, that didn’t work, so before he realises it, caught up in the heady atmosphere, he’s pleading, almost screaming, “Please, daddy!”
“Fuck,” Katsuki curses, breathless, turning tense, and stopping Eijirou’s hand completely. Eijirou whimpers, peering out from under slits, to see Katsuki glaring at him with narrow, burning eyes. “I don’t remember teaching you that, Eijirou.”
Eijirou’s stomach lurches. Katsuki sounds mad, but the curl of his lips doesn’t match his frown. Katsuki moves and the chair clatters to the floor behind him. He releases Eijirou’s wrist and kneels onto the table, straddling his hips, towering over him.
Eijirou wants him to sit down so their hips meet but Katsuki has different ideas. He tears open the front of Eijirou’s dress, upsetting laces, dishevelling frills, and yanks Eijirou up by the fabric until his face is inches away from the bulge in Katsuki’s pants.
With one hand, Katsuki grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls, cranking his head back and baring his throat. Eijirou groans, the tension of his scalp feels so good. He looks into Katsuki’s eyes, but his gaze darts to the hand unzipping Katsuki’s pants.
Katsuki’s fat cock flops out of its confinement, slapping Eijirou’s cheek and smearing him with moist pre-cum. The scent hits him hard, a musky, sweaty stench, far from the sweetness of the cake.
Eijirou’s looks up at Katsuki, his eyes wide, anxious. He doesn’t know what to do.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Katsuki says, low and smooth. “Daddy will feed you.”
Holding Eijirou still by his hair, Katsuki presses the head of his stinky cock against Eijirou’s lips. “Ah~” he says, and Eijirou shivers, parting his lips as Katsuki presses in the tip.
“Don’t let those teeth touch, baby,” Katsuki warns. “Daddy wants your pussy to feel good.”

Eijirou opens wider, tasting Katsuki as his cock thrusts slow and shallow. “C’mon, baby. Put that filthy mouth to use.”
Eijirou obeys and presses his tongue against Katsuki, licking and lapping as he tries his best, looking up at Katsuki for a clue.

Katsuki huffs. “Your terrible at sucking cock,” he says, somewhat amused. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll show you how daddy likes it.”
Katsuki’s hand tightens in his hair, then Eijirou is being pushed forwards, deeper onto Katsuki’s fat cock. He gags, tears leaking from his eyes as he tries to keep his teeth from closing down.
Katsuki’s cock slides slick down his throat and Eijirou’s nose nuzzles into the hair at the base. He swallows around the girth, breathing shallow and unhinging his jaw to take all of daddy’s cock inside him.
Katsuki holds him there, letting him grow accustomed to the thickness filling him. Eijirou swallows again, saliva keeps filling his mouth, and when Katsuki thrusts, testing the waters, Eijirou feels like he can’t breathe.
He whimpers and Katsuki groans; the sound makes Eijirou’s neglected penis twitch.

“Ready, baby?” Katsuki asks, pulling him off to let him gasp a breath before thrusting in hard.
Eijirou grunts, startled, he tries to breathe, to accommodate Katsuki’s fat cock, but it’s so big, so long. He can feel every thrust at the back of his throat.
“Fuck, your pussy is so wet, baby,” Katsuki praises, and Eijirou moans between grunts as Katsuki fucks his face, using his mouth as a pussy, and ramming into his throat again and again.
Eijirou can’t breathe, if he does, he’s sure he’ll gag. He feels pressure building in his head, his face turning hot, turning red. Katsuki’s hand pulls his hair, yanking his head forward and back to meet every hard thrust.
Tears stream down Eijirou’s face, and he trembles violently. He reaches between his splayed legs, knees bent, sliding under his panties to start rubbing his cock, pumping it in time with Katsuki’s thrusts, dirtying his hands with cake and cream.
“Such a slut,” Katsuki mocks, and Eijirou feels him grow harder in his mouth. He moans around Katsuki’s cock. “You like getting face-fucked that much? Touching yourself like a bitch in heat. You like knowing your pussy is only good for taking daddy’s cock?” Katsuki insults,
between grunts, ramming hard into his throat.

Eijirou whimpers. His head is pounding, he needs to breath. His tummy is so full, his throat is so full, he wants to feel full, be filled everywhere.
He slips a finger under his panties and presses it into his butt, then adds another, and starts to thrust, his hips rocking down on his fingers as his head bounces on Katsuki’s cock.

Katsuki chuckles, voice rough. “So fucking greedy.”
Eijirou moans as he feels Katsuki’s cock twitch. He pumps his own cock fast, heat peaking.

“Fuck, daddy’s close, baby. Make sure you eat it all,” Katsuki groans and a few hard thrusts more and he buries himself deep in his throat with a rough, drawn-out groan.
Pulsing hot ropes of cum spurt deep in his throat, coating his walls and oozing down.
Shudders wrack Eijirou’s body, like he’s been electrocuted, and he chokes on a raw groan tearing deep from his throat, eyes rolling back, his mouth goes slack, saliva stringing down his chin, splattering on his lap.
He cums hard into his hand, trembling the whole way through.
Katsuki groans, pleased. He grabs Eijirou’s neck and presses a thumb into his oesophagus to make sure Eijirou swallows his cum. He does, gulping it down around a mouthful of fat cock. The taste sending another shudder of pleasure through him.
Katsuki slowly pulls his cock out, wet with spit and oozing with cum, and Eijirou gasps breath after breath, desperate for air. He tests his jaw, sore and aching, then Katsuki’s grips his hair tight again, letting his throat go to press the head of his cock against Eijirou’s lips
“You know what to do, baby.”
Goosebumps prickle on Eijirou’s skin. He looks up, teary eyed, at Katsuki’s smug and blissed out face. He sucks the head of his cock, moaning as he laps up daddy’s cum. He licks along his shaft, making sure to clean every last bit.
When he’s done, Katsuki lets go of his hair and Eijirou flops down on his back, exhausted and slowly coming down from his orgasm, his two cake-filthy hands resting palm up either side of him, evidence of his guilty pleasure.
Eijirou watches, bleary eyed, as Katsuki tucks himself away and moves off the table. He fixes up the chair that clattered to the floor and takes a seat, shuffling close to the table.
Katsuki grabs his hips and slides him closer, spreading his legs, and Eijirou tenses, propping up onto his shoulders. He watches Katsuki peel back his panties, air cooling his moist cock, to reveal a sticky mess of cream and cake and cum.
Eijirou shudders, not from pleasure but disgust. He feels gross and full. His throat is rubbed raw, and Katsuki’s taste is everywhere in his mouth. He’s sure he’s even got pubes caught between his teeth.
“Just look at the mess you made down here, baby,” Katsuki mocks, sounding unreasonable awed. “Fuuck, it’s all up in you little hole too. I should make you clean it all up.” Katsuki huffs. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy will help you.”
Eijirou doesn’t get a chance to question what that means before Katsuki pulls his panties down his legs and throws them aside.
“This is a special treat, so don’t get used to this, baby,” Katsuki muses, throwing his legs over his shoulders, before diving in and licking all the cake and cum from his cock, balls, hole and all the crevices between.
Eijirou throws his head back, crumbling to the table. It’s too much, too soon, and he can’t help but moan with his wrecked throat and squirm under Katsuki’s skilful tongue as he licks him clean.
He loses his mind in the weird post-ejaculation pleasure, but Katsuki doesn’t stop even when he begs him to.

His special treat is a gentle, blissful torture.
Afterwards, Katsuki helps clean him up properly in the bath, and when they lay down, Katsuki rubs Eijirou’s swollen tummy to soothe his stomach ache.
the end~
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