“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked one last time, his voice soft and serious.
“Mm, of course, Kacchan,” she promised, gently grabbing his face and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“And you remember the safe word, right?” he worried, brows creased in worry.
“Yep, it’s water bottle,” she told him, a small smile on her face.
“Alright,” he sighed, clearly excited but nervous. “You let me know the second you feel uncomfortable.”
“I will, Kacchan,” she said, kissing him again. “I’m ready.”
“Okay,” he said, kissing her cheek fondly. She then got up off the couch and began to walk to their bedroom, swaying her hips, humming to herself in an attempt to mask her ability to hear Kacchan’s footsteps. However, her hero instincts were too sharp, and she could still hear him approaching. Her fight or flight instincts kicked in, but she managed to suppress any reaction as Kacchan grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall. Only one hand was needed to capture both of her wrists, leaving his other hand free to do what he wanted.
“Ah! K-Kacchan! What are you-“
“Shut up, stupid Deku,” he growled, his voice sending shivers down her spine. “Keep your fucking mouth shut and just let this happen. You fucking whore, you’re not even wearing pants! You’re just fucking begging for it, aren’t you?”
“Wh-Kacchan! No!” she shouted, struggling without any true force. She could effortlessly use her Quirk and break from his hold, but submitting to him was so unbelievably hot to her, and she knew Kacchan felt the same way. His clothed erection pressed against her ass was pretty telling. He tore her cheap shirt off, leaving her breasts squished bare against the wall.
“You’re not even wearing a bra, you dirty bitch,” he taunted into her ear, biting down roughly on her neck as his free hand reached across her front to roughly and carelessly grope her breast.
“Let go!” she cried out, trying to twist out of his grasp, kicking out at him. She made weak contact against him, causing his movements to cease. She too paused, confused, but shrieked in fear as he turned her around and slapped her across the face. She felt she would have collapsed to her knees had his hand not been holding her up.
“Don’t try and fight it,” he warned, his voice a low growl. “You pull that shit again, and I’ll make you pay,” he promised, pinning her against the wall with his pelvis pressed against hers. He roughly rutted against her front, causing her to squirm and writhe against him. He wedged a knee between her legs and rubbed her mound through her thin undies.
“K-Kacchan! Stop!” she moaned, biting her lips to try and keep her noises to herself.
“Oh come on, you love it,” he taunted, squishing her breast between his fingers. She continued to struggle against his grip, unconsciously squirming down on his leg. “Look, you’re fucking desperate to get off. You don’t care how, do you?” he asked, smacking her tits with an open palm.
“Ah!” she cried, her breath hitching in arousal at the sting. Her thighs clamped around his leg as her core heated up at how powerless she felt.
“You dirty little whore,” he laughed, reaching down and ripping off her panties. She cried out, tears pricking at her eyes from how roughly she was being treated. But God, she loved every second of it! She gasped and her eyes went wide as his hand went down to her core and began to play with her pussy lips, easily taking notice of how wet she was.
“You really are just a fucking slut,” he smirked, his expression sending shivers down her spine, although wether they were from fear or arousal, she didn’t know. “You’re already so wet for me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like when I rape you.”
“N-no! Th-that’s not true!” she insisted, shaking her head as she screwed her eyes shut. He jammed his fingers inside of her, spreading her out haphazardly. “Ow! Ah! Kacchan, stop!”
“Hehe, this is only the beginning, baby girl,” he purred into her ear, licking up her shell. “Keep crying out for me, I love hearing your pathetic little noises.” She whimpered and moaned as he plunged his fingers in and out of her, wetness leaking down her legs. He reached his thumb up to roughly press into her clit, before rubbing it harshly in circles.
“Kacchan, please,” she moaned, her thighs starting to tremble.
“Please what?” he mocked. “Please, more?”
“That seems like a yes to me,” he barked a laugh as he ripped his fingers from her pussy, reaching down to tug his pants off. She watched with wide eyes as his huge cock was released, the tip flushed red and leaking a tiny amount of precum from the opening at the head.
“No, no, Kacchan, please!” she begged, although her mouth watered at the idea of him forcing his cock inside of her.
“Heheh, begging ain’t gonna help you now, you little slut,” he taunted, grabbing the thick base and giving himself a few pumps, groaning at the relief. She clamped her slick thighs shut as she tried to prevent him from entering her, desperately hoping for rougher treatment.
“Stop it!” she shouted, tears leaking freely down her flushed freckled cheeks.
“Quit struggling,” he growled, glaring at her angrily. He reached up and smacked her across the face, leaving her a tad dazed. In her daze, the ash blond positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and began to push.
“No, no!” she shouted, letting out a chocked scream as he forced himself all the way inside in one fell thrust. She cried out in horror as he moved against her, his thrusts harsh and careless, going in as deep as he could. She looked up at him through tears eyes and took solace in his familiar, warm and loving eyes. She had felt a tad overwhelmed, but when she looked into Kacchan’s eyes, she felt at ease. With a single word, she could call all this off, but like hell she was going to when they had finally gotten to the good part.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, wicked smile still on his lips. “You’re so fucking tight, hugging me just right.”
“Stop it, stop!” she wept, unable to hold in her moans as he fucked her ruthlessly. She gasped as he grabbed the underside of her thigh and pressed it up into the wall, allowing him to slam deeper into her. She felt as if he was setting her insides on fire in the best way possible. She couldn’t get enough of his rough and brash handling, taking from her without care or thought, only for her to be discarded after he had used her to his fill. She was drooling at the mere thought.
“Ah, fuck!” he growled, his grip on her wrists and thigh hard enough to bruise. “Your body is fucking amazing, the only thing you’re good for is taking my dick, you whore. You take my cock so well, ghh! Just wanna keep it buried in you all the fucking time.”
“No!” she whined, unable to muster up the energy to fight back. Her thighs spasmed as he pounded into her at an inhumanly fast pace, her orgasm rapidly approaching
“Gonna fill you up with my cum, you dirty whore,” he told her, causing her eyes to shoot open in shock. “Gonna coat your insides white with my sperm. Yeah, you wanna take my cum, you little slut?”
“N-no! We-we don’t have a condom!” she fretted, her heart racing in her chest at the mere thought of his hot cum filling her up inside.
“Heh, too fucking bad,” he smirked, his eyes dark and merciless, with concern and love hidden behind them. “I’m gonna fill you up so good you’ll be leaking cum for days! And you can’t do a single fucking thing about it. You’re just gonna take it, like the dirty little whore you are.” Her head dropped back against the wall as she let out a guttural moan, her thighs trembling in pleasure.
“You’re fucking quaking,” he cooed almost gently, a drastic contrast to his sharp thrusts. She couldn’t manage any words as her orgasm overtook her, her body jackknifing as she came. He gave a few choppy thrusts before he buried himself deep inside her warmth and came inside, his hips stuttering and quivering against her as he emptied his load within her. “Deku!”
“Ngh,” she groaned, slumping against him as she took ragged breaths, trying to collect herself. “Mmm, K-Kacchan.”
“You were amazing, Deku,” he praised, kissing her temple as he carefully released her wrists. He pulled out slowly, both of them groaning at the sensation. He rubbed her inner thigh, soothing over the marks he left as she collected herself. “You okay? I didn’t overdo it, did I?”
“N-no, was perfect,” she sighed, a content smile on her face as she wiped at her tears, unable to stop herself from crying a bit more. “Sorry, I don’t—I don’t mean to cry. I loved it, I swear! I don’t know why I’m crying...”
“Tch, not surprised, this was really intense, so ‘course you’re crying. Don’t worry about it, I’m not upset,” he assured her, placing gentle kisses across her face. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed, yeah?”
“Mm, that... sounds good,” she mumbled into his neck, sniffing as she wiped her tears. He gently scooped her up and carried her to their bedroom, carefully depositing her onto the bed.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” he told her softly, kissing her forehead. “We still gotta get you cleaned up. You’re a mess, and probably dehydrated from all that crying.”
“Mm, fine,” she pouted, searching around for a proper shirt and fresh undies. As she dressed herself in comfortable clothing, Kacchan went and got a wet cloth, as well as a glass of water. When he came back, she was sitting on the tubs edge, her legs splayed as cum leaked out of her. He handed her the glass and knelt down before her, using the damp cloth to wipe away the mess he made. She winced and giggled at the strange feeling.
“Stop fucking laughing and drink your water,” he scolded, glaring up at her from his kneeling position. She giggled one last time and began to drink her water as she was told, taking steady sips until the glass was empty. One he cleaned her up, she reached over and pulled up the panties she had set out for herself and pulled them up. Kacchan discarded the dirty rag to deal with later, leaned up to kiss her forehead and scooped her up to carry her back to bed, while he himself changed into fresh boxers and sleeping pants.
“I really enjoyed that, Kacchan,” she assured him, kissing his cheek as he tucked them into bed. “I hope you did too.”
“Of course I did, dumbass,” he grumbled. “There was never any doubt about that. I’m just glad you enjoyed it too. Thanks for giving it a shot, by the way.”
“You’re welcome, Kacchan,” she smiled, leaning up to kiss his jawline. “It was scary at first, but I trust you with my life.”
“So, you wouldn’t mind doing it again?” he asked, a rare unsure expression on his face.
“Nope, I’d love it,” she beamed, kissing his chin. “But, maybe not for a little bit...” she added sheepishly, looking up at him through her lashes.
“Of course,” he nodded, kissing the top of her head. “We’ll do whatever you want to do, Deku, at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”
“Hmm, okay, Kacchan,” she nodded as she shut her eyes and tucked herself against him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”