This got out of hand, um #underage vice principal katsuki, student izuku, this is prolly #noncon my bad

“Touch it, Deku. C’mon baby, you made it this way, go on. /Touch it/,” Kacchan says, his red gaze hot on Izuku.

Izuku swallows, his hand shaking as he does as Kacchan says and wraps his hand around Kacchan’s thick, leaking cock.

“Fuuuuck,” Kacchan moans out. “Look at your little hand wrapped around my fat cock, Deku, /shit/. Stroke it.”

“Kacchan, I don’t know if I should —“

“Stroke. It.” Kacchan repeats, his hand wrapping around Deku’s much smaller one and tightening his grip just so before moving their hands slowly up and down his cock.

And Izuku’s mesmerized. Kacchan’s hand leaves his but his small hand keeps moving up and down Kacchan’s shaft,

his thumb ventures out to swipe at the tip, and Kacchan hisses.

Izuku glances up at him and the blond’s eyes have shut, his teeth are biting his lip now, and he looks so damn /into/ this that Izuku can’t help but speed up his pace.

“Fuck, you’re a natural Deku. Stroking my cock like you were made to,” Kacchan moans, his fingers making their way into green curls and before Izuku knows it his lips are poised right about of Kacchan’s cock.

“What’s wrong baby? You didn’t think I could cum with just your hand, did you?”

Izuku tries to raise his head back up, but Kacchan’s grip is strong against the back of his head, pushing him further until his lips smear against sticky precum.

Izuku groans trying to back up, he gets maybe an inch backwards, “Kacchan, I don’t think —“

“Shhh, open your mouth, Deku. You wanna make me feel good right? So open that pretty little mouth and suck my cock like a good little nerd.”

And Izuku knows by now not to say no to Kacchan, so he does as he’s told. He opens his mouth, and all too soon, Kacchan’s hot length is sliding in.

“Fuck, you look so good like this, Deku. You see, this is where you belong, isn’t it Deku?”

Izuku gurgles in response as Kacchan’s cock hits the back of his throat, blocking his airways and choking him, sending drool and spittle down Kacchan’s length. Izuku’s eyes are watering now, and his hands are gripping Kacchan’s thighs for dear life.

He tries to pull back, get some air back in his lungs but Kacchan’s hand is there, keeping him still as the blond begins /thrusting/.

“Just be lucky I’m not fucking your cute little virgin ass, Deku. There’s always next time though, baby. Just keep sucking my cock just like this and maybe I’ll prep you before I shove my cock inside.”

Izuku’s full on crying now, his tears falling quickly down his cheeks as Kacchan fucks his face, his moans and the squelching sound of his cock sliding hotly in and out of Izuku’s mouth loud in his ears.

“So close baby, so fucking close,” Kacchan moans and then he’s yanking Izuku by his hair off of his cock, and as Izuku gulps in breath after breath of air, Kacchan erupts all over his face.

Izuku startles as some of Kacchan’s spend gets in his open mouth, he brings a hand up to touch the sticky white substance streaked all over his face. He swallows, and his mouth twists up in disgust. It’s salty.

“You did good, Deku,” Kacchan tells him, handing him a box of tissues. “Now clean yourself up and get to class.”

The bell rings and Izuku’s dazed as he wipes off Kacchan’s sticky cum from his face before stumbling out of his office and back down the white hallways towards his next class.

Like always, he felt used and stupid after Kacchan messed him up like this, but his aching hard cock obviously felt otherwise, straining against the seam of his jeans and begging Izuku to take a detour into the bathroom to relieve himself.

Kacchan never touched him, though. He always let him stumble out of his office used and unsatisfied.

And maybe Izuku should tell someone that the Vice Principal was using him this way, it was wrong, wasn’t it? But at the end of the day he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Maybe he was stupid, maybe he was naive, but if he was being used by Kacchan then at least he was useful for something. No one else even looked at him at this school. At least with Kacchan he was being put to used, at least with Kacchan he was something akin to /wanted/.

Izuku sighed. He’d never tell on Kacchan. He simply couldn’t. It was his fault anyway, like Kacchan said, he had to take responsibility for making the man so hard, for making him act in these heinous ways.

And so Izuku never told. And eventually he let Kacchan fuck him.

And their little office visits became even more often and Izuku grew to the feeling of a sore asshole, and wobbly legs. And when it came time to graduate, Kacchan was their, handing him his diploma, a twinkle in those red eyes that said he wasn’t done with Izuku just yet.

Something told Izuku that Kacchan would /never/ be done with him.

END