warm black liquor
Katsuki rubbed his thumb on the shiny, clinging black fabric. It was thin, the kind of material that caught on the ridges of Katsuki’s skin, nothing like the loose clothes Deku tended to wear.
Having grown up with the loser, Katsuki would fucking know if he had ever worn anything like fucking skintight stirrups before. He would have jerked off to them, without a damn doubt.
Maybe he would’ve fucked Deku's tight pussy earlier if he had walked into class with his fat ass and thick thighs outlined like this.