In that moment, a bold, almost dangerous idea crossed your mind. You only hoped that both Katsuki and Toshinori would accept, that they would say yes, without hesitation. It was a time when you felt the need to explore yourself, to understand how far you could push yourself. You wanted to savor every single moment, letting yourself be overwhelmed by desire and, at the same time, learning to control it. You wanted to conquer your shyness, bring it to its knees.
The bell rang to signal the end of class. It was lunchtime, and with your heart beating slightly faster, you made your way to Class 1-A. The door swung open with a bang, and Katsuki emerged first, kicking the door open. You found yourself standing right in front of him.
Katsuki's eyes widened for a moment, then a faint blush crept to his cheeks. His gaze, clouded with sadness for days, darkened even further at the sight of you there, before him. Clenching his fists until his knuckles whitened, he looked away, as if afraid that even a moment longer might hurt him again.
"Hi, Katsuki... can we talk?"
He still kept his face turned away. A "Tsk" escaped between his teeth, soft and full of frustration. Then he straightened his back and, without saying a word, grabbed your elbow. His grip was firm, almost painful—as if he wanted to hold back not only you, but everything he was trying not to say.
He dragged you down the corridor, to an empty, unused room, an old storage room forgotten by time.
He closed the door behind him. The click of the latch echoed through the room, a sound that made you jump. He leaned back against the cold wood, staring at you with a gaze that mingled desire and madness, anger and bewilderment.
"If you came here to say nasty things to me, I don't want to hear them. You can just leave," he said, clenching his jaw until his lips trembled.
You swallowed, maintaining eye contact. "I'm not here to say nasty things to you. I want to... propose something to you."
His gaze softened; he tilted his head slightly, curious but wary. "What?" he asked, a hint of impatience in his voice.
You noticed his nervousness and, for a moment, thought it best not to say anything more. "No, nothing... maybe it's better if I don't say anything, given your state. Sorry for the trouble."
You moved closer to the door, but he didn't move. His body remained there, motionless, like a barrier between you and the exit. You looked up at him: his breathing had become shallow, almost labored, and just as you passed him, he'd begun panting, as if your closeness was burning him.
"I'm not nervous. Tell me," he replied, trying to keep the violent spark from his voice.
"Okay. Right now, I…" You took a step toward him. His gaze softened. "I'm thinking about what I want, as you know. Part of me says I want you, while another part tells me to go after Toshinori. I know I might seem selfish by suggesting this, but…"
Your hand landed on his shoulder. He looked into your eyes, his gaze burning with desire. "I want you both. Just one night. I want to explore my sexuality, I want to master my passions and desires… I want to know there are many of us when we fuck."
His gaze darkened, his eyes warning of a gathering storm. "So, with this you're letting me know you have no intention of building anything exclusive… with me."
The orgasm you shared with Enji and Mt. Lady had left a trail of pleasure that still burned between your thighs, creating a sticky sheen that reminded you exactly how much you'd been used.
"Exactly. At least…for now." You replied, biting the inside of your cheek.
Without hesitation, he grabbed your hips with a force that hurt. His fingers seemed to dig into your flesh like claws, drawing a moan from you that was half surprise, half desire. The smell of nitroglycerin filled the room, the heat of his body enveloped your back, his broad chest pressed you against the wall, the peeling paint scratched your cheek as he pushed you against the cold surface. His breath was hot on your neck, heavy with a metallic smell and anger, jealousy, and something darker.
"You didn't understand a damn thing, then." He growled in his husky, sexy voice, his lips brushing your ear in a whisper that was anything but sweet. Your pussy twitched again, still swollen and sensitive from the attentions from earlier. "You don't need that old man," he looked at you, panting. "You have me."
It wasn't a question. But an order, a warning.
He grabbed you by the buttocks and lifted you effortlessly off the ground in a movement so fluid, so natural, that you found yourself suspended in his powerful arms, your thighs spread, exposed, your half-naked ass against the wood of the table. Not far from the door stood an old desk, a little rusty but seemingly sturdy. He lifted your skirt with a sudden jerk. "I'm all you need," he continued, his voice like a low growl, as he removed your boots. "My cock, that's all you need, sensei. That's all you need, understand?"
You gasped, knowing Katsuki's behavior in private all too well. His hands were everywhere, on your hips, on your buttocks, under the shirt he'd just ripped off, his thumbs torturing your nipples until they hurt, until you let out a trembling moan.
Suddenly, he grabbed your elbow with one hand, almost hurting you. "On your knees."
"Katsuki, please..."
"Please, my ass. I'll make you understand today, that you're mine. This way, this torture ends for me too."
You knelt, almost surrendered by his beauty and his masculinity. You could have felt his love for you in the air you breathed. He stood before you, beautiful as the sun and naked as nature intended. His arms were crossed, almost impatient, and he looked at you with flaming red eyes. His body was burning hot, and his enormous cock was already hard and ready. He was just waiting for you.
"Open your mouth," he continued, raising an eyebrow, a slow smile curving his lips. He didn't move, but you felt his body tense as your hand touched his leg. "Oh? Did I tell you to jerk me off? No, I said open your damn mouth!"
You closed your eyes for a moment, gathering all your courage. When you opened them again, you looked him straight in the face, even though your hands were shaking. "What's wrong? Yeah, I've jerked off a million times thinking about you these days. But it's still hard, can't you see?"
"Katsuki, I… always fantasize about others. About Toshinori, about you. Not just before, but now too."
His eyes widened, incredulous at your confession in that intimate moment. But he didn't move. He didn't scream. He didn't slap you.
In fact, he smiled.
A slow, carnivorous smile that made your skin crawl. "Ah, now I get it! You want to play, huh?"
His voice had softened, like a velvety caress, but with a knife hidden underneath. "Then we'll play."
You held your breath, not understanding what he was saying, what he was hinting at.
"But on my terms."
Before you could react, his hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His fingers were cold, but his grip was unrelenting. "But you have to love me. You have to give me everything, okay?"
It wasn't a request. "Now suck it."
You obeyed without hesitation, your thighs opening slightly from the habit of submission. You felt your blood pounding in your ears, the heat rising to your cheeks, turning them red. It was truly humiliating, arousing. It was perfect.
Katsuki, after a moment, leaned down until your faces were level. His fingers slid down your cheek, then down your throat, until they tightened lightly around your neck, enough to remind you who was in charge. "From now on," he murmured, "you are my slave."
The words hit you like a whip in the back, making you flinch. It wasn't the first time Katsuki had treated you like this in bed, but this time it was different. This time it felt official.
"You will be my slave, but you will fuck whoever I want. Under my control." You tried to open your mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Your brain was a whirlwind of confused thoughts: desire, fear, excitement, shame. Katsuki didn't give you time to process his words. He stood up, leaving you on your knees, and walked over to some old cables lying on the floor. When he came back to you, he had them in his hand.
"Give me your wrists."
You handed them to him, your hands shaking. He wrapped the cables around them, tying them with precise, expert movements. They weren't so tight as to hurt, but tight enough to prevent you from freeing yourself. The plastic around them was cold against your skin, but it quickly warmed, as if absorbing your body heat.
"You're my love," he whispered, running a finger along the back of your bound hand. Then he grabbed your hair, pulling it back with enough force to make your head tilt back. "Now get up."
You pushed yourself up on unsteady legs, feeling your knees buckle slightly under his weight. Katsuki didn't support you; he didn't need it. He wanted to feel your weakness, his dependence.
He guided you to the teacher's table with a gentle but firm push between your shoulder blades. "Lie down, on the edge."
You obeyed, positioning yourself as instructed, your legs still closed, your bound hands dangling above your head. Katsuki watched you for a long moment, his eyes roaming over your body as if deciding where to begin. "God…you drive me crazy."
Then, without a word, he grabbed your skirt and lifted you up with a sudden movement, exposing your already moist pussy, your black lace panties plastered to your skin. "Spread your fucking legs."
You hesitated for a second, just a second, before obeying, letting your thighs slowly separate, revealing the dark patch of arousal spreading across the fabric. Katsuki let out a guttural moan of pleasure, his vocal cords trembling.
"Now touch yourself." He ordered. "Show me how wet you get at the thought of being shared, and I'll decide how and when."
Your stomach tightened. It wasn't the first time you'd touched yourself in front of him, but this time was different. This time it was for them. For Toshinori, for Midnight, for Mt. Lady. For the thought of being used, passed from hand to hand, while Katsuki watched, judged, controlled, possessed you in front of them.
Hesitantly, he slid his fingers up your inner thigh, caressing you gently. When he finally touched the wet fabric of your panties, a moan escaped your lips. You were soaked. The mere thought made your blood boil.
"Deeper," Katsuki commanded, his voice a sharp command. "Show me how much you like it."
You closed your eyes, your fingers pushing aside the lace and sliding between the wet folds of your pussy. The first contact was electric, a flash of pleasure that made your back arch. You were so sensitive, so empty, that even that perfect touch made you dizzy.
"So…is that okay?" You said, as your fingers began moving in slow circles, massaging your swollen clit. "God…I'm so…turned on."
Katsuki didn't respond with words. Instead, you felt the mattress dip against your hips, the warmth of his body drawing closer to you. When you opened your eyes again, you found him leaning over you, his eyes fixed on your fingers working frantically between your legs.
"Imagine yourself with them," he whispered, his voice cold. "Imagine yourself on your knees for that old bastard, while he fucks your mouth until your eyes water. Imagine yourself lying on the bed while that slutty Midnight sensei eats your pussy until you scream."
A strangled moan escaped your lips, his fingers going deeper and deeper as he spoke, two of them sliding right inside you with a sudden movement. You were tight, burning, your body contracting around his fingers as if you wanted to hold them there forever.
"Yes," you gasped.
"And me?" Katsuki's voice was a growl now, his fingers gripping your chin. "Where am I in these fantasies? EH SENSEI?"
You moaned as your fingers continued to move, the pleasure mounting inexorably.
"You…you…you're there. Watching me," you panted. "You control everything. You can do whatever…you want to me. You use me. You lend me."
Your breathing became labored, your inner walls began to contract around your fingers, pleasure enveloping you like a vice. You were so close, so close…
"Stop."
The word felt like a bucket of ice water on your head. Your fingers stopped instantly, your body shaking like a leaf, from the effort of not cumming "W-what?" you stammered, your eyes widening, confused.
Katsuki smiled, his expression cruel and satisfied. "You don't have my permission."
You moaned, frustration and desire mixing into an unbearable tangle. "Please… please!" you begged, your thighs shaking. "I need… I need to come, please…"
"And you think I need to give you something?" His hand slid down your body, gripping your breast with enough force to hurt. You cried out, a strangled sound, as your fingers began to move again without his consent, desperate. "Your pleasure depends on me, remember?"
"Yes!" you cried, tears stinging your eyes. "Yes, I know, please…"
He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes shining with a mixture of power and love. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Okay. Cum. Now."
He didn't need to tell you twice.
Your fingers began to move frantically again, the thumb pressing on your clit while the other two slid inside you, curling you to hit that deep spot that drove you crazy every time. Pleasure exploded through you as your body arched, muscles contracting violently as you came, a strangled cry escaping your throat.
"You look amazing," Katsuki murmured, his tone satisfied as he watched you tremble. You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you wet the wood beneath your ass. "I love you, Tara, I love you too much."
You were panting, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your body still shaking with the last spasms of pleasure. Katsuki didn't give you time to catch your breath. His hand slid down your stomach, then further down, until his fingers connected with yours, thrusting inside you with a possessive motion.
"It's not over yet," he whispered. "This is just the beginning."
"W-what do you want to do?"
He leaned in, his lips softly brushing your ear, and you felt his warm breath take over you. "I'm going to make you mine in ways you can't even imagine." His free hand cupped your chin again, forcing you to look at him. "I only...want you."
A shiver ran down your spine, a mixture of terror and excitement. "K-Katsuki, but…"
"Shh." He pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you. Then his mouth lowered to your neck, his teeth sinking into your naked, sensitive flesh with a bite that made you cry out. "Give me all of you…love me, please."
You closed your eyes, your body still throbbing. You didn't know what to expect. But you knew deep down that you couldn't resist. Deep down, you didn't even want to try.