𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊/𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞
𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝙺𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒, 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝙸𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚞, 𝙳𝚘𝚖/𝚜𝚞𝚋 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚖
Tʜʀᴇᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ʙʏ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ Kᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴇᴇʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀʏᴇʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Kᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏꜰꜰ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.
𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.
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Izuku's knees shake lightly against the plush pillows under them. His eyes open and he stares up at a cross, his mother standing up next to him.
"Izuku? Are you done?" she asks.
He bows his head and folds his hands in front of him. "I'd like to stay here a little longer. I'll be out to help with dinner in a minute."
He can hear the smile in her voice as she speaks. "Okay, dear."
As soon as the door closes behind him, Izuku lets out a breath, grabbing at the tent in his pants with a groan. "God damn it, Kacchan."
Three months had gone by since his first encounter with Katsuki, and now he can't even kneel down in the prayer room without thinking about Katsuki and getting hard. Every night since the first one, Katsuki had spent more and more time taking Izuku apart and filling him with corrupted thoughts. But, the night he'd first slept over at Katsuki's house was the real game changer.
// "I- I don't know, should I- is this really okay?" Izuku twiddles his thumbs nervously, gently sitting on the very edge of Katsuki's bed.
Katsuki shrugs. "You're acting like you haven't spent the past month in my room, crying on my cock."
"B-but-" Izuku starts, biting his lip as he anxiously rubs his thighs together. "K-kacchan, I've never stayed the night before. I-i'm just nervous."
"I fucking love it when you call me by that cute little name," Katsuki groans, stepping over to the edge of his bed. His arms fall to either side of Izuku's thighs as he leans in close. "What are you so nervous about? Because God is always watching?" he asks with a raised brow and a shit eating grin. "Baby all I have to do is rub our cocks together and you'll drop to your knees to worship me."
Izuku huffs, pouting just a little. Katsuki has made it obvious during their frequent hangouts that he thinks religion is utter bullshit.
Maybe it is, Izuku doesn't know anymore.
But the fear of punishment still lies in Izuku's mind because that's what he'd always been taught, or "brainwashed" to believe in Katsuki's words."I- that's- Kacchan I'm just still new at this. Learning how to be bad is-" he cuts himself off with a harsh gasp when Katsuki runs a finger up his clothed dick.
"Is it considered if you're being good for me?" His finger circles the tip of Izuku's dick. "Don't you wanna be my good little angel?"
Izuku can't help but buck his hips forward, looking for more friction. "Kacchan," he moans softly.
