(I don’t think there’s enough appreciation of pegging and power bottom!Katsuki, like- the possibilities tho)
Katsuki is all powerful muscles and tense trembling lines, legs spread as he fists the sheets. The bow of his back is a pretty thing, the rolling curl of an ocean wave, the molten curve of a volcano and it molds to your palm like it was made for it, made just for your hand.
And, god, is he demanding. Rolling his hips back, sucking in two of your fingers like he’s trying to- melt into you, drink you in, swallow you whole, the muscles in his thighs jumping, flexing, his scent sticking to your teeth like gooey taffy-
“C’mon-“ he grits out, lips curled back from his teeth and he looks- wild, pupils blown and sweat pooling down his face, smoke rising from his hands like dying embers, “Can take more than that-“
And when you tell him to be patient, that you don’t want to hurt him, he snarls, reaching back and grabbing your hand, the press of his fingers like fire as he pulls your wrist back, squeezing at your knuckles-
Groaning deep and low and satisfied when he pushes three of your fingers in his fluttering hole-
“Fuck- yes,” and he’s reaching for his cock with his other hand, both shoulders pressed into the mattress now, working himself over with sloppy wet strokes, fucking himself with your fingers and he’s just- using you.
Jerking your hand back and forth, twisting, pushing, pressing deep and it’s so selfish, moving you around like- you’re a toy, made just to please him, existing only for him and it makes that drippy and puffy part inside of you ache, empty, empty-
“Katsuki-“ you choke out, quaking, curling your fingers and watching as he arches his back, grinding back to take more, so so greedy- “Katsuki-“
And he just turns his head, looking up at you with- victory in his eyes, smugness in the curl of his lips, more teeth than smile, gleeful as you fall apart at the seams-
“Wha’s the matter?” he coos and he’s so mean, rolling his hips, massaging the fat head of his cock with twisting strokes, “You gonna complain? Such a fuckin’ brat, you’re the- ah- the one who asked for this.”
And he works his cock faster when he sees your bottom lip wobble, your eyes glisten at the corners, smirk threatening to split his cheeks-
“Fuck- are you gonna cry?” and he sounds delighted, panting against the sheets, shoulders shaking like he’s going to burst into laughter, “Slut is gonna- shit- gonna cry ‘cause she ain’t get some dick. Fuckin’ pathetic.”
You flush, humiliated and embarrassed and so fucking turned on you’re dripping down your thigh, staining the sheets and Katsuki does bark out a laugh this time, at the pitiful look on your face. The harness against your hips feels like a cage, a weight against your pussy, but you’re the one who suggested this, the one who wanted to see him on his knees-
But Katsuki never made things easy for you, did he?
