𐙚 content warning ━ smut, omegaverse dynamics, heat, knotting, breeding kink, discussion of knotting (no pregnancy focus), creampie, cumming inside, instinct-driven language, rough sex, mild possessive undertones, biting, he rips shorts omg, like four lines of aftercare... (18+)
𐙚 synopsis ━ Katsuki had been the subject of a harmless crush since your days sharing a home at U.A. but when your heat comes and he's incessantly calling you because of work, your second gender takes hold of your tongue.
You did try to stay away from your phone, you could give yourself that. You would have locked it in your safe had you not needed it to distract you from the white hot burn between your legs.
You had set up your week to be as relaxing as possible. Heats only came a few times a year and yours were especially rough on your body.
One thing that wasn't as soothing as the cold towel on your neck or your familiar comfort show playing softly on your tv, was the incessant calling from your scheduled patrol partner for the day. Even silencing your phone didn't help because his ass called you on your emergency cell knowing you couldn't turn it off, even during a personal day.
After almost an hour of repeated calls on both phones and messages being left on your personal that would have had you reporting him to the commission had you not known him for the better part of a decade, you picked up with as much energy as you could muster in your current state.
"Seriously, a personal day is usually spent away from anything work related." You bit into the receiving end of your phone, your unoccupied hand curling in your blankets to stop from slipping it between your thighs.
"You don't take a fuckin' personal day when I switched up my entire damn schedule for this goddamn merger!" He cursed into the phone with a scratch in his throat like he had been yelling all damn morning.
"Don't act like it's something you chose to do, asshole." You pulled away from the phone before your breath hitched as a new type of heat rolled through your body, your head and cunt pounding with your heartbeat. "We both had to change up our shit."
"And yet only one of us is taking a personal day." His voice was rough, echoing through your ears in a way that reminded you why you avoided alphas during your heat.
Because if you knew anything about your body during these times, you knew that their scent alone could get you to a point where your brain hazed over with a desperation that coated your thighs.
And that same desperation can turn a harmless crush into an infatuation that had your cheeks heating the next time their name popped up on your phone.
"Only one of us is an omega." You mumbled, your hand moving to press the now lukewarm towel into your neck for any last bit of cold it had in it.
You could hear the well oiled gears turning in his head through the phone, a rustling coming through the speaker as he probably ran a hand down his face.
"Fuckin' christ. You didn't think that was important to mention in your memo?" There was no 'are you okay' or 'do you need anything' which had an airy chuckle slipping from your lips.
"It's implied." You shifted onto your back and pushed some of your blanket off of your thighs to cool you down from the source of the burning that rolled through your body once more.
"I swear these damn fuckin' doctors associations and shit need to figure out a way for unpaired omegas to actually function during their heats." His voice was rough and he cursed a lot but it was obvious he cared. Hell, he read the Omega Safety & Accommodation Act front to back and even asked you shit when he first started his agency.
"Shit's pissin' me off at this point. It ain't safe for anyone. Especially because villains don't damn stop just 'cause you're in heat."
"I would contribute to this conversation but I've practically got steam coming off of me right now."
"Yeah yeah. Don't even know why I bothered when you obviously can't think straight. Just make sure you drink water, omega. You're shit at that when you're not like this." You could tell that was his way of ending the conversation and, in a moment you will always blame on your heat, you stopped him.
"Wait- I, uh…" You struggled to get it out, which was probably your brain telling your hormones to lose their grip on your tongue.
"What?" He spoke with a lazy tone but it was less like he didn't care and more like he expected it. In any case it had your thighs rubbing together instinctively.
"Would it be weird to ask if you could…" Your pride was winning the internal battle for your vocal chords but that last bit still slipped from your lips, "bring a shirt of yours or something?"
Your spine went cold when you fully realized what you said. And, more specifically, how you said it.
As much as you were a top rated pro with your own agency and everything, you still managed to sound desperate as fuck.
"Yeah whatever. I'll bring it after my shift."
And then he ended the call. Like it was nothing. Like he didn't know exactly what you were going to use a shirt coated in his scent for.
You buried your head in one of the numerous pillows surrounding you and blamed the rising heat in your stomach on embarrassment before calling the front desk of your building to let them know you'd be having an alpha visitor.
It felt like longer than a ten hour shift while you waited, despite you only being awake for seven of them. You thanked your heat for not having to get up at four in the morning.
What you didn't thank it for was the way it had your legs too weak to answer the door when Katsuki's rough knock resounded through your apartment.
You padded across your wood floors on shaky legs while wrapping a blanket around yourself to suppress at least some of the scent that filled your home. You opened the door slowly to see him in a mask and a third party staff member from your building standing next to him. A beta by the way he had barely any reaction to your scent.
Or Katsuki's when he looked you over. He smelled like himself but also freshly like the honey body wash he always wore.
"Jesus, you look wrecked." His voice was muffled behind the mask which you doubted did enough to shield his nose before he handed a sealed bag to you.
Another security measure.
You grabbed it hesitantly as you eyed the beta who looked like he wanted to be anywhere but monitoring an omega and alpha meetup. Mostly fear in his eyes as he looked Katsuki up and down like he was gauging just how likely it was that he could stop him if he just decided to go for you.
"Was the shift terrible without me?" You smiled weakly, trying to make some sort of small talk to ease the awkwardness between the three of you as you leaned against the door frame, and casually opened the bag.
It hit your nose like a smell from your childhood, soothing all of the tense muscles in your body. Those tense muscles, however, were the only thing keeping you upright.
Your blanket slipped from your shoulder and the bag from your hand as you slid further down the side of the wall, your head almost hitting the edge of the door jamb. Katsuki was quick to lock his grip under your elbow to support you before the beta stepped in.
"You're not allowed to touch her." The guy had to have been around your age but he spoke hesitantly, which still had the blonde glaring.
"She was about to fuckin'-" He started but you cut him off, holding your hand up weakly.
"It's fine. He can come in." You spoke faintly, your body cooling down at the proximity to his skin.
"Ma'am I would need your written consent to let him in." The man was simply following protocol and you had to commend him for having the strength to try to say no to a man twice his size.
"Then get me something to sign."
He all but fumbled with the tablet in his grip then, pulling up some sort of document that you had only signed a couple times before. From when you invited over betas to ease your heat.
Though, none of them got close to the soothing nature of simply breathing in Katsuki's scent.
You patted the shoulder of the alpha in front of you before signing. The guy looked it over like he didn't just watch you do it, eyed the hero in front of him once more, and then bowed before rushing towards the elevator down the hall.
"Come on, weak ass." Katsuki's voice this close to your ear was almost as soothing as his scent. He walked forward, pushing you back enough for him to close your apartment door. "Let's get you back to your room."
He kept his hands on your elbows and only on your elbows, guiding you back to the nest you had so carefully constructed the night before when your heat started.
You climbed in but not before almost nipping at him for kneeling on your bed to help you in. You felt a little bad for it but then he left, which your second gender took as an act of retaliation.
And that thought had you letting out a faint whine from the back of your throat. Not anything you would do in your right mind, of course, but that tense ache settled back into your bones so you were unashamed in the moment.
He must have heard you from the other room, or smelled your scent changing, because he called out a gruff, "Calm down, omega. I'm comin' right back." That time, even from what you figured was the kitchen, he sounded clearer so you could only assume he took off that damn mask.
He was in an apartment that reeked of an omega in heat, without a mask and you knew he didn't take daily rut suppressants. Your worry went from your heat to his possible forced rut from the circumstances and forced ruts never ended well.
When he came back in your room he was holding the shirt from before and your water bottle, which you hadn't even noticed he grabbed from your nightstand. Tossing them to you, as far away from your bed as possible, he soothed your nerves again.
"Don't worry, I took a suppressant before heading over here. I'll be fine." He spoke calmly as he leaned against your bedroom wall and watched you visibly relax before sliding under another blanket and curling his shirt up to your chest.
"You would have had a death wish otherwise." You mumbled, taking in another deep inhale of his scent. It wasn't as intense the second time. It was obviously his but diluted like it had just been washed. Not even enough scent from being in his place either so you assumed it was a spare from his office.
"If you took a suppressant, you don't have to stand all the way over there." It was obvious you wanted his scent from the source, and he chuckled deeply. You tried to be discreet when rubbing your thighs together in response.
His smile was faint and casual. "You're not gonna try to bite me again if I get on your bed?"
You looked at him through your lashes, your brows furrowed with a glare that said 'enough'. He smirked before raising his hands in mock surrender and settled onto the edge of the bed. He didn't push past the ring of pillows around you but his presence was closer. Heavier.
His scent had already started to soak the room, that familiar smoke-and-honey undertone turning the fever in your gut to something almost soft. You breathed deeper without meaning to, thighs pressing tighter under your blankets.
Then it shifted. It was sharper. Sweeter. Like caramel mere moments away from being burnt.
You felt his weight move closer to the edge of the bed and when you opened your eyes you saw him sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands clenched like he was holding himself together one breath at a time.
Every exhale dragged more of him into the air. Now black pepper that almost stung and a vanilla that warmed to something almost resinous and intoxicating. The shirt tucked under your chin was practically useless now, the natural smell of him diluting it to nothing.
"That suppressant isn't working as well as you think." You mumbled, your body almost moving of it's own volition as you pushed closer to the edge of the pillow wall.
A snarl rumbled in his chest as his eyes cut to yours, sharp as his tone. "Careful, omega."
"Careful is really not on my mind right now." You shot back, heat licking your words like a wound. "And I doubt it's on yours."
His jaw flexed as he looked away, scent spiking again before he dragged it back down slow. Like a struggle. "That's your heat talking." He mumbled, shifting further forward but still not taking the move to get up.
You paused, staring at him. And you would have laughed had it not been for the molten heat curling in your veins and swirling in your stomach.
"Please. You think I'd ask for your scent if I didn't already want it?" You all but deadpan, sitting up to rest your chin on his shoulder. His scent was intoxicating so close to his nape and you nosed at his pulse point before he turned his head enough to press against your cheek.
"Like it or not, you're the problem here." You mumbled into his skin, peppering kisses along his jawline. His hand shot to your thigh and squeezed. Warning you or grounding himself, you couldn't tell.
Still, it spurred you on, moving down his neck as his breathing picked up and a low whine built in his throat. "Fuck, you can't just-" He started but cut himself off in favor of turning and pulling you back up to meet his gaze with a pinch to your chin.
"Come on, Kats…" You all but whimpered but your eyes were lidded like you were getting drunk on just his scent. "You have to know nobody else could get me like this."
Katsuki's eyes searched yours for any hint of the warm haze that could be clouding your judgment. But there was none.
After what felt like years of pining and lying and hiding, he cursed lowly and kissed you.
His hands were on your jaw immediately, tensing slightly when your breath shuddered at the contact. Your fingers wrapped around his wrists as you leaned back, letting him shift over you.
He was firm and deliberate with his kiss, swallowing the moans slipping from your mouth like curses did from his. His hands traveled to the shirt you wore and slid underneath. Calloused hands traced the edges of your body as he pushed the fabric up and over your tits.
He barely opened his eyes before dipping his head down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, his hand kneading your other breast.
His leg slotting between yours was the sweet and painful relief you had been aching for since hearing his voice during your phone call. You pressed him further against your clit with your legs, squeezing him in between your thighs.
You could feel his cock through the after-shift sweats he wore, the fabric not hiding the way he was rock hard against your skin.
You shifted to grind against him but his hands caught your hips as he nipped at your breast, his teeth scraping over your nipple as you shuddered. "Don't start something you can't finish, princess." He started to move lower, probably thinking that he could simply eat you out and that would satiate the hunger that built in your chest.
Your chest was already heaving as he moved lower down your body but you tangled your hands in his shirt and pulled him up to your face. "You are not making me wait any fuckin' longer."
The sound that tore from his throat wasn't the low, rumbling growl that you expected. It was ragged, an almost whine echoing in his chest as his breathing quickened.
His lips met yours in a messy clash, desperate moves as he fumbled with your shorts, hastily pushing them down with one hand. You couldn't bother with teasing him over his clumsy hands, your own practically tearing his shirt as you pulled it up from his shoulders.
He almost immediately gave up on his task though, sliding his shirt off for you before pulling back and ripping the fabric of your sleep shorts down one side.
"No underwear, huh?" He huffed before pushing the tattered leftovers of your shorts off your leg and attaching his lips to your neck.
"I expect another set after this." You sighed as he all but lapped at your skin, mumbling some affirmation as one of your hands tangled in his hair while the other slipped into his sweats.
He groaned against you as your fingers grazed his cock through his boxers, the sound forcing a shiver up your spine and a flex of your jaw.
His hand replaced yours, sliding the seemingly suffocating fabric down in order to expose his cock to your cunt.
The heat of his bare cock pressed against you was enough to have your fingers tangling in the hair at the base of his neck, practically begging him with your body. He rubbed against your folds before slipping inside you slowly, your slick making the move all the more effortless as he dropped his head and let out a groan against your skin.
"Fuck…" You gasped before looking down at where your bodies connected. The sight alone was enough to have you throwing your head back and clenching around him.
That incited a low rumble in his chest that quickly turned into a snarl as he pulled his hips back in order to slide back into you.
From there, the sighs and whimpers all but fell from your lips. Each thrust deeper than the last as his pace built along with his knot, slowly growing and stretching you out further.
His hands grabbed from your legs but didn't stay on them long, instead forcing your ankles to his shoulders and caging you in his arms as he leaned forward. Your thighs rested against his chest as he kept the torturous pace into you.
You twisted your hands in the blankets underneath you, searching for some kind of grounding as that pressure in your stomach finally started building from the dull ache you had associated with your heats. Your eyes were screwed shut but you felt his breath on your ear, the faint whine in his throat forcing a wave of warmth to roll through you.
He could feel the way your body moved against him, having everything but still begging for more. An insatiable fire that consumed everything in it's path no matter how satisfying.
Your lips parted as your sighs slipped to whines and your whimpers to moans, a melody that echoed off of your walls.
"That's right baby, sing for me." He sighed out, signature smirk gracing his features like he wasn't actively wrecking you underneath him.
You took your lip in your mouth but it didn't serve to silence you much, whines and moans echoing through your chest as you arched to anchor your hips. What did quiet you some was him leaning forward and taking your plush lips in his, swallowing every whimper even as he bit your lip for you.
"Body's beggin' f'me, baby." He mumbled, low and gruff, punctuating the sentence with a hard push into you. A moan tore through you as your hands shot from the sheets to his forearms, digging your nails into his skin.
"Fuck- like you don't want this just as bad." You managed, despite it seeming like he was trying to stop the words even as they tumbled from your lips. He only let out a rumbling chuckle in response, a huffing moan being the only thing you needed to know you were right.
"Want?" He questioned incredulously, pressing your legs against your chest in a way you didn't even think you were capable of as he pushed closer. "Baby, I fuckin' need you."
You tightened around him at that, your cunt practically pulsing in rhythm with his cock. He huffed as he flashed you another smile, his chest inflating at just that.
Before then, you probably wouldn't have noticed the way his hips stuttered when you did, though. The way he gripped the blanket below you just enough to hear the rustle. The way the faint whine rumbled through his chest and into yours.
With as much sense as you could muster, your palms flattened and moved up his arms, settling on his jaw. Another stutter of his hips.
You pulled him as close as he could get, your lips grazing his as you bared teeth with a pleased smirk. "You're gonna- fuck… you're gonna cum, aren't you?"
"Of course, I'm gonna fuckin' cum." He bit out, dipping his head to rest his forehead against yours. "You don't even know how good you feel right now."
Your fingers slid down slightly, the stubble he didn't shave that morning scratching your skin softly as the stiffness suddenly washed from your body and into the mattress beneath you.
"Then don't stop." You murmured, your voice softer as you pressed further into the pillow behind your head.
His hips slowed for a moment before pulling back, hands grazing up your hips and cradling under your knees before pressing them forward.
His pace was faster than before and you threw your head back, groaning before looking down and watching as his cock pistoned inside of you at an angle you had never been in before. It seemed to force his cock almost to your cervix, pressing every little button along the way that had you practically screaming.
Every thrust was followed by a curse, blunt nails pressing into the flesh of your legs. Whines mixed with growls as his movements into you became less uniform and more frenzied. The way he pressed deeper, heavier, something thick dragging along your entrance.
You knew it had been building this whole time, but feeling his knot swelling and stretching you further with every slam into you had your hips bucking at the thought of being filled by it. He could feel it too, mumbling, "Fuck, baby, 'm close. Fuck…"
The fog filling your brain thinned out in that moment, just enough for you to whisper. "Want it… Want you to knot me, Kats."
He stopped chasing his instincts, his hips stilling. "Fuck, are you serious?"
"Why else d'you think I even picked up the phone?" Your words were quick, followed by a faint whine and a desperate shift of your hips.
"Okay, okay." His words were breathy with a slight huffing laugh following then, "Whatever you want, princess."
His words were a stark contrast from the way his hips pushed into yours. Rough pace paired with a gentle rumble from his chest. It had you sliding your hands down to rest on his chest as your body shook from the force of his thrusts.
"I'm gonna fuckin' knot you, baby." He mumbled, his hands moving off of your legs to hold your hips down as he moulded your cunt to the shape of him. "Gonna fill you 'til you can't take any fuckin' more."
Your nails dug into his skin, feeling his cock dragging against every nerve, every soft wall, the stretch sharper now. Almost too much.
A cry tore from your chest as the swell of his knot slid into you, locking him inside of you. The stretch was sharp and almost unbearable, but then it broke into a bliss that had your brain fogging and your ears ringing.
His arms pulled back, letting your legs fall to the bed as he leaned in closer, rutting against you to chase his orgasm while you rode out your own.
He buried his teeth in your shoulder, a growl ripping through his chest as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, filling your cunt with everything. Every stolen look. Every graze of the hand. Every hot training session. Every bit of anything he could give you.
Your hands were around his neck now, fingers carding through his hair as you sighed, coming down from a high you wished would never end.
Even knotted, his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His head pressed into the crook of your neck as he kept the weight of his body from crushing you. You still felt every pulse of him inside, every shudder, your own muscles fluttering sweetly around the swell.
Once his teeth unlatched from your flesh, you felt him pull back. Just enough to meet your gaze but not so much as to tug against the knot that kept his cum from leaking out of you.
Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, stinging shoulder be damned. "You are giving me a massage after this." You sighed, smile slipping onto your features. Your gaze turned fond as he let a rumbling chuckle slip from his chest, the sound alone practically soothing you to sleep already.
"You're gonna be the death of me, princess." He smiled, punctuating his words with a soft kiss to the side of your mouth.
a/n ━ repost from my failed kinktober (kms kms kms) people seemed to have liked it and i need to stay relevant or ill never write again :P
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ᯓ content warning ━ friends to lovers, mutual pining, slow build, smut, teasing, smut with feelings, foreplay, foodplay, touch starved bakugou, fake dating vibes, mild sugar daddying (18+)
ᯓ synopsis ━ "the thing about pride is that it makes you show up in stilettos you didn't buy, wearing a dress too expensive to wrinkle, on the arm of a man who insists he's only doing you a favor."
There was a time when Katsuki exclusively showed affection through insults and grunts.
He’d show up to group events once every few months, and only because Kirishima told him he "had to". He didn’t ask how you were unless it was paired with an insult like ”You look like shit. Is it intentional or is this a cry for help?” And gifts were practically a foreign concept to him until he hit some elusive milestone of emotional maturity.
But things slowly changed as you grew older. Somewhere along the way, the appearances became more frequent, the insults softened, and the gifts were more thoughtful. And suddenly, spending time with him felt less like pulling teeth, and more like being chosen.
Then, the Venmo payments started coming in. Whenever you complained about the rent in your shitty little apartment, shared with three people, you'd get a Venmo payment that night. Not without a Katuski-esque note like "get new roommates."
Then Mina, as her usual self, would complain loudly in your living room about the meager contents of your fridge. Nothing but convenience store bentos and rice balls. Her words echoed in your mind, a stark reminder of the differences of how you two lived. The next morning, groceries would show up at your door with things that were holiday-level expensive, seemingly for a regular weeknight.
You had come to expect Katsuki’s gestures, but you never thought they extended past that. One day, after casually mentioning your car’s loud breaking troubles, you got home early to find a stranger under the hood of your car.
According to said stranger, Katsuki had paid him. Not only that for time, either, but also for the past six problems you had with your car.
That was your final straw. You sent him a text so scathing, it would have had your most radically feminist friend standing and clapping. His ass only replied with a location and a message saying "Dress presentable. You could get kicked out."
Begrudgingly, you slipped on the nicest dress you owned, which you got on sale at a chain store, but you couldn’t care less.
The woman behind the desk at the restaurant eyed you with such a sense of superiority that suggested she believed her salary far exceeded yours.
It could have been the bags under your eyes or the way your lipstick was just the right amount of transparent that made it obviously cheap. You simply decided it was because she had never truly worked a day in her life.
Maybe three things could be true at once.
She slowly led you back to where Katsuki was sitting, leaning down just a little too much in order to, not-so-quietly, ask if they should escort you out.
He dismissed the woman with a casual wave, his focus entirely on you. He brought his glass of whiskey to his lips, the liquid catching in the soft light. His usual clean shave was lost, a hint of stubble darkening his jaw. It somehow added to his otherwise polished appearance in a button-down and dress pants.
His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the tan lines of his gauntlets and the thin little friendship bracelet that Eri had given him in high school. It usually hid under his watch, but he wasn't wearing it, tan lines showing where it usually sat on his wrist.
Despite being in your nicest clothes, heels nervously tapping against the wrought iron fencing between you and the people sitting a yard below, you still felt out of place.
Anyone would with him sitting across from them, the low yellow light catching in his eyes and brightening the red that threatened to dilute every other colour there.
"Nice dress." He practically muttered, his voice just barely rising over the classical music spilling from the speakers.
"Thanks. I paid for it with my own money." You spoke fast and curt, the fire in your chest flaring each time you heard one of those old money, polished laughs nearby. "Contrary to what you think, I can buy things for myself."
"Have you seen your bank account?" He asked incredulously with nary a reaction to your biting tone.
"Have you seen my bank account?" You shot back. Half-serious if you were going to be honest because he seemed to know the amount on your paycheck before you did.
Katsuki grunted, leaning back in his chair as his finger tapped against his glass. He eyed you with a cocked eyebrow before letting his low voice reach across the table once more. "It's not like I'm just throwing money at you for fun."
"You are throwing money at me for fun." You mirrored him, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. You just couldn't help the bite that slipped from your lips.
You never could.
"I don't need a fucking sugar daddy, Kats."
"Shit's not a joke." He responded quickly before shifting in his seat and sucking in a breath through his teeth. "I ain't gonna let you run yourself into the ground while I have money just collecting fuckin' dust."
"Humble." You mutter, a pout on your lips like a petulant child.
"You think this is fun for me? I'm just tryin' to make sure you don't crash and burn and leave me to pick everything up." He was defensive but still calm enough to take an almost dainty fucking sip of his whiskey.
"You want a thank-you?" You asked incredulously. You probably could have dropped the snark but in that moment, you knew he only saw you as a charity case.
"Shit- maybe I want you to owe me a little. Not like I'm keepin' score but... don't push me away." His voice seemed to get smaller with each word he uttered, unsure and hesitant. "I see you doing it with everyone else. Happens every time you fuckin' spiral like some headless chicken."
"Look, I got money. A lot of it. And I'm not just gonna sit on it while you're workin' yourself to death and pretendin' those faded-ass jeans are still a style choice.
"Oh, you want to upgrade my closet too?" You scoffed, mildly offended.
"Already did." He spoke flatly. "Had Mina pick out some things for you a bit ago. Was planning on sending it over soon."
"I'm just helping. That's it." Katsuki had the conviction of someone who was already told yes. Like he was just re-explaining it after the fact. "No strings, no bullshit. Just help."
"No strings?" You questioned with a small tilt to your lips. He had been emotionally constipated your entire friendship but it was still comical to watch him try to talk about 'sappy' shit without throwing up.
"I'm not tryna 'spoil' you or some romantic shit. Just wanna help." And he decided to slip in a signature snarky comment as he moved to grab his whiskey. "Mostly so you stop fuckin' complaining at hangouts."
"Couldn't have just let that one go?" You deadpanned with a twitch to your eyebrow.
He shrugged, leaning back in his seat and sipping his drink. "Nah, it was getting too mushy."
You leaned back forward, letting yourself consider it. You weren't ever good at accepting help, especially not when it was charity that you felt like you had to repay. Owing someone was never something you wanted to do, let alone owing fucking Katsuki Bakugou.
He could always read you. He caught that hesitation and spoke again. “It doesn’t have to be for free.”
“I’ve got dumb events and dinners I gotta go to. Suit and tie bullshit.” He shifted in his chair. “You come with me to those and we’ll call it even.”
You blinked owlishly. “So I’m your date now?”
“No. You’re my excuse not to talk to most of the people there.” He waved his raised glass, gesturing to the other people in the restaurant that are exactly like the ones he tried to avoid. “You wear a nice dress, act like you don’t hate me for a couple of hours, and I don’t feel like I’m throwing money into a void. And you don’t feel like you’re a charity case.”
“Because I’m not.”
“Because you’re not.” He repeated slowly, his signature smirk back on his face. Still, that familiar fondness that grew over the years was evident in his eyes.
You both sat there for a moment, your eyes scanning his for any sort of mischief that you typically would find in them. And when you didn’t, you mumbled a playful, “Okay.”
And that’s how you got to sliding into a sleek, black dress and pulling at the corset lace until there was no more give and mentally preparing yourself for another “non-date” with the hotheaded blonde.
You took a deep breath to push the dress back out a bit, and then tied it with a simple double knot. Almost unfitting for such an elegant gown.
The top was stylish and maybe it was due to the soft ruffles that laid over your chest and fluttered off your shoulders. Or maybe it was the boning that kept you from slouching like you were used to.
The dark fabric flowed down your legs, kissing the floor but not getting close enough for you to be able to step on the back. A slit up to your thigh showed the three inch stilettos that Katsuki insisted you tried on with the dress.
”My mom works in the fashion industry, she practically drilled this shit into me.”
“Would you hurry up?” Katsuki’s voice carried through the lounge area and echoed in the too-big changing room. The scratch in his throat from his shift was still rough enough to rattle your nerves further as you looked yourself over once more.
“You should know how long it takes me to get changed by now.” You called back out to him before stepping off the extra ass platform and pulling back the thick curtain to the lounge area.
He had gotten comfortable, casually scrolling on his phone on a stiff-looking couch. He glanced up once at the movement in his periphery. Then again, longer. “That works.”
It was casual enough that you could have easily missed the way his jaw flexed. Or the way he didn’t blink after that second look until you turned back to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the changing room.
“Can’t believe you’re so casual about it. This costs more than my rent.” You smoothed out the fabric over your chest, trying not to wrinkle the ruffles.
“Thought I told you not to look at the price tags.” His voice was lax enough that it should have soothed your nerves, but the way the attendants eyed you carefully was enough to put you on edge.
You weren’t stupid. You knew exactly how it looked. A top ten hero taking advantage of the NDA’s they signed in order to buy an expensive ass dress for a woman he never talked about or even mentioned offhandedly.
You were a sugar baby in their eyes. And the eye bags probably didn’t help with making anyone feel like you belonged.
You turned back to him, catching the women behind him whispering as they slid an expensive dress onto a mannequin. They tracked each movement he made like heat-seeking missiles in designer heels, dragging their eyes down his back and over the too-tight sleeves of his dress shirt.
Their eyes were on him, then you. Each one watching like they’d already decided where he would fit in their bed. Every slow blink in his direction fanned flames as they acted like you weren’t the one who was there with him.
“If you’re gonna look bored, you could at least take some initiative to make yourself useful.” Your words cut through the heavy air he created just by existing.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t groan or complain. Just simply stood and walked over, eyeing your form in the dress while you watched him in the mirror. “Don’t tell me you broke it.”
“Just fix the damn bow.” You replied, lips twitching upward ever so slightly. He wouldn’t have stood for them like that, immediately following an order given.
You knew it was because he trusted you. Knew you. Something that took years to earn. Hell, he’d even admitted that you two were friends.
But they didn’t know that.
“You could have asked the attendant.” He remarked as his generally rough hands pulled on the ribbon with a surprising amount of care.
“Didn’t want her touching me.” You let a bit of bite slip in those words. He pulled the corset just a little tighter in response, just so focused on tying that bow.
“Are you always this needy in couture?” He questioned from behind you as his gaze shifted up to meet your eyes in the mirror.
“Only when people are watching.” You feigned a bored sigh but still gave him a look that begged for just a little support, lest you give him shit for leaving you to the wolves alone.
All he had to do was place his hands on your waist briefly and pull you ever so slightly. Just the smallest gesture had the condescending gazes shifting to the floor and a smirk slipping on your face.
"Where to next?" He questioned, still behind you like it was normal for his hands to be on you like that. And like it was normal to spend a million yen on one item.
You turned on your heel, facing him. "Somewhere expensive." You said sweetly, honey in your tone. "As long as you're still feeling generous."
"Doesn't matter if I'm feelin' generous or not. You want it." His voice was low and certain, spoken like you should have known already. No show, no smugness. Just fact as he turned to sit back down on the couch.
"Well in that case..." You smiled as you followed behind him. He looked up at you, cocking a confused eyebrow.
You placed your foot on his thigh. "Do you mind? If I bend down, this dress is crumpling like a napkin."
He blinked once slowly, then rolled his eyes like it was the biggest inconvenience in the world. That said, he was already carefully undoing the buckle and slipping the heel off your foot.
"I said I wasn't gonna spoil you." He mentioned, tapping your bare foot for you to switch it out.
"Well then this isn't spoiling."
It probably was. So was him buying you bags of clothes, jewlery, and shoes, just to keep them at his place until you found a better lock for your bedroom door. Your roommates were too sketchy for you to trust that they wouldn't sell your diamond Kaji Jewellery necklace in an instant.
He had picked you up in his deep orange Lexus LC 500 that night. Custom made, of course.
A surprising subtleness to the engraved dark green “Dynamight” on the rims. His black leather seats had the logo for his fucking agency on them with a crimson rivalling his eyes.
He pulled up to your shitty apartment in that car and rolled his eyes when you dared to make a comment about how out of place he looked. A car that was easily 17 million yen without the custom additives… in a neighborhood where people had window ACs.
On the way to the charity hall, the rumble of his Lexus filled the silence between you. Usually you would have been prattling on about something or other but those rides were different.
Those rides needed silence or else you two would have to talk about why you were in that car in the first place.
His scarred hand stayed placed on the gearshift, thumb tapping a rhythm against the embroidered logo to the beat of whatever jazz-rap hybrid flowed through the speakers.
You fidgeted with your hands. Rubbing the pads of your fingers over your smooth manicure, or adjusting the strappy heels that were already digging into your ankles.
Both of which he paid for.
When you tugged at the waist of that black dress for the umpteenth time since he bought it, he finally spoke.
“Stop doin’ that.” His voice blended with the purr of the car as he slowed down and parked in front of the charity hall.
“Doing what?” You questioned with a scoff, your nerves rattling even more than in the dressing room. You always got nervous before those things. Especially the ones with a bunch of cameras like charity events.
“Tuggin’ at your dress like it’s not supposed to be on you. I wouldn’t have bought it if it looked bad.”
And then he got out. Like what he said was as normal as anything else.
As he stepped out of the car, a flurry of cameras greeted him. Ever the center of attention, he rounded the car in a stride. He opened your door, extending his hand in a gesture so familiar it felt almost ritualistic.
You slipped into your role easily. The anonymous woman in the expensive dress, walking next to Dynamight like you were meant to be there.
You’d seen the blogs and the articles and the passive-aggressive tweets from women with pro-hero thirst accounts and too much time.
Another event called for another two weeks of dodging social media. Just in case some strangers hot take managed to chip away at the careful construction of your self-confidence.
Mina tried to balance it out with the nice ones, though. The overly filtered “power couple” ones edited to soft music, but the effort was appreciated.
Your hand settled on the inner curve of his arm, landing somewhere between “oh, she’s an escort”and “she’s clingy as hell”.
The walk into the hall felt like ages of microphones being thrown in your face and camera flashes making you flinch. Once you did make it in, you let your mask slip just enough to sigh in a way that told him you were already tired of this.
He placed his hand over yours in response. A gesture between lovers to anyone else but you knew he was saying “Get ready. Round two is longer.”
He had dragged you every which way, but it was hardly his choice. Every few minutes, someone was calling out to him from another table.
That song and dance was usual with those events. You stood there with your arm in his and offered an occasional supportive squeeze to his bicep each time some rich asshole made a comment that you knew would have him breaking the “No Quirks” rule.
You were glad that he was the center of attention, though. It let you just stand pretty and fantasize about taking a long bath after the event was over.
When Katsuki was networking with some random rich guys a table away, a young socialite made his way to the table in the low light of the front hall.
You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, especially in the way he simply strolled up to the table like he belonged there within ten feet of Dynamight and a pocket square. It was honestly comical enough that you humored him when he slid up to you.
“So, you’re here with Dynamight?” He questioned, a posh grin settling on his lips as he took a dainty sip of champagne. He kinda reminded you of a character in a show. The loveable douchebag trope.
“Yep.” Your voice was soft and you leaned on the table slightly, getting comfortable for the show. That seemed to egg him on as he mirrored you. You couldn’t help the way your lips quirked up and you rested your chin on your palm.
“Doesn’t seem like that, though.” His voice was low as he leaned in like a gossiping mother, gesturing to Katsuki. “I mean he’s off over there networking and you’re sitting here all alone.”
You blinked, taken aback by his sheer audacity. “Well you’re alone too, so…” You muttered, your gaze flicking between him and Katsuki. You tapped your finger on your glass, wondering how much would end up on your tab if you decided to throw it at him.
Well, Katsuki’s tab.
“Because there’s no use bringing a date when someone else has the only ten in the room.” His gaze shifted down, brazenly tracing each curve of your body. You almost choked on your spit at just how sleazy one person could have sounded, though it was mildly clever.
“What? Did you study the guest list or something?” You couldn’t help the airy chuckle that slipped past your lips.
“He’s been bringing you to everything lately. And everyone knows he’s partial to this charity. One can only assume but…” Cue another slow and creepy sweep of your body. “I’m glad I was right.”
“Good on you, junior detective. Do you have one of those sticker badges?” Only you laughed at that but Katsuki would have been proud if he heard it.
”If” might’ve just been the two glasses of champagne.
You didn’t hear him, but you felt his arm wrap around your waist. Pulling you just the smallest bit away from the entitled socialite.
Looking up, his gaze wasn’t even on you. The low light from the candle on the table was enough to illuminate his eyes just like in the restaurant when you had agreed to this setup in the first place.
“Oh hey, Dynamight.” The guy’s voice had the smallest hint of fear laced in it as he extended his hand to shake Katsuki’s. “It’s so great to actually meet you.”
He didn’t respond fast enough to be seen as cordial so you pressed into his side enough to get his attention. His steeled gaze flicked down to you and you quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, man.” He spoke before even looking at the guy again. “Great to meet you too.” You tried to pick up the pieces of the blonde’s countenance by offering an affable smile.
The guy’s hand hung in the suffocating air between you before he lowered it to his side and searched the hall for any sort of excuse to get out from under Katsuki’s scrutinizing gaze.
“I’ve gotta go greet someone. Have a nice night.” He couldn’t have walked away fast enough.
You let out a giggle once he was out of earshot, trying to step away from Katsuki’s grip but it didn’t give as easily as you thought. You had to try to get out of it but you did in any case and without a word he was right back to looking bored of the whole function.
“I need to get out of here. Need something stronger than box champagne.” He spoke plainly before setting down his half empty glass and looking towards the door.
“What?” Surprise laced your tone. “Aren’t you supposed to give a speech later?”
“I’ve given plenty.” He said, glancing back at you, probably trying to gauge how many drinks down you were. “You coming?”
Katsuki had been a long time donator to that specific charity, it being the only one he really agreed with when Aizawa told everyone to pick a charity for community service and stick with it. He had made many donations over the years and even gathered you and the others a few times to help out a bit.
So you agreed with the notion and simply shrugged with a muttered affirmation. You placed your hand on his bicep, still in the role that clung to you like the body glitter you wore, and let him lead you out.
By the time the valet had given him back the keys to his expensive ass car with custom rims and shit, he looked seconds away from snapping.
There was a moment where you searched for his gaze for a clue of what the hell was going on, but he deliberately ducked his head as he pulled open his door.
No cameras were around, so he dropped the gentleman act. No opening your door for you. No waiting for you to be buckled in before pulling out. No music. Just a thick, choking silence that filled the car like smoke.
You just anxiously shook your leg as you watched the city pass by through the window, mind racing at what the hell got him so riled up in the few minutes he left you alone.
You would have said something, questioned it in any way. But when you looked over, you saw his gaze fixed straight ahead, lips pressed tight, and an intensity showcased by the way he white-knuckled the steering wheel like the red light in front of him was a personal offense.
You couldn’t get a read on him as he kept heading into the more upscale side of town, missing the turn towards your apartment. It had you on edge by the time you had made it back to his building, your heart creeping up to your throat.
He didn’t say a word as he unlocked his apartment door. Didn’t even look at you.
You walked in behind him, the cold air making your skin prickle as you watched him pour out a, likely very expensive, glass of whiskey. Next to him were the bags of your things from earlier in the day, sitting on the kitchen island, untouched.
“What’s your issue?” You asked, somewhat passively as you bent down to unhook the straps of your heels.
“Been a long ass fuckin’ night.” He mumbled into the glass before downing half of it like it didn’t burn at all.
You offered a light laugh to ease the tension. “What did those guys say to you when you went off on your own?”
You slipped your heels fully off with a sigh and he looked at you across the kitchen island, confused, like he genuinely had no clue what you were talking about.
“Guys?” He spoke roughly with the same scratchy tone he got when he was one second from losing it. “The old geezers I was talking to? They didn’t say anything.”
“What?” You slid onto one of his barstools, pointing to the tequila on his shelf, and he wordlessly passed it over with a glass. You poured a simple shot for yourself, not daring to waste a drop. “What’s got you so pissed then?”
He didn’t answer immediately. Just gripped the glass tighter like he wanted it to shatter. Like it wasn’t crystal. His eyes dropped, watching the way the light hit your fingers on the counter.
“Just that guy.” He finally uttered. “Thinking he can just hit on people at a fuckin’ charity event.”
“I mean… he can. It’s just a faux pas.” You commented, trying not to make it sound like a defense as you downed your drink carefully. Honestly, you were scared it might’ve been something he could invoice you for.
When you looked back up, you froze.
He was staring at you, completely stunned. Like something in your response set him off more than anything that guy did.
“He knew you were there with someone. I heard him talking about it.” His voice was rougher then. “Still acted like you were single.”
You blinked. “I am single, though.”
His face blanked. Then he scoffed, head tipping back in disbelief.
“Yeah.”
He set the glass on the counter harder than necessary and turned, making his way out of the kitchen like he was done with the entire conversation.
“Wait, Kats.” You called out to him, jumping down off the barstool to quickly grab his wrist before he could disappear into his bedroom. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just had a long fuckin’ shift this morning.” He snapped, then paused, looking back at you like he wanted to say more.
Those same damn eyes that used to sit across from you in your high school cafeteria. The ones watching you after every fundraiser or award show, making jokes about the rich assholes around you. The eyes that never missed a damn thing.
“Then I had to stand around tonight, smiling at rich fucks who’ve never worked a real day in their lives. And then that fucking guy thinking he could talk to you and then you-.”
He cut himself off and pulled back, trying to end it there.
You tightened your grip on him in response. “No. Me what?”
You hadn’t thought that you did anything different from any other night where you two had pretended to be high society for his career.
“Nothing you didn’t-” He sighed and ran a hand over his face like it physically pained him to explain. “You didn’t do anything.”
“Bullshit, Kats. We’ve been friends since high school, you can’t lie to me.” You deadpanned, gaze flicking between either of his eyes.
“I just…” Katsuki wasn’t one to hesitate. But he took a sharp breath, exhaling through his nose like he was frustrated. “You let him talk to you like that. While I was right fuckin’ there.”
You dropped his wrist at that. “What?”
“I mean- are you seriously fuckin’ single? Like do you mean that?”
You took a step back, bare feet cold on his expensive hardwood floors. “What are you even talking about?”
“You think these are just friendly hangouts?” He raised his hands in gesture, stepping in closer. “Like it’s just you helping me out with some PR shit?” His jaw was tight, like he was barely holding something back.
You blinked, caught between some form of disbelief and confusion. “Aren’t they…?”
“No,” he snapped. “They’re not. Not to me.”
“You show up with me. Stay by my side all fuckin’ night. Smile at me like that. And some asshole still thinks he’s got a shot?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what this is.” He wasn’t pleading with you, his words were daring. A warning as he stepped closer, enough for you to feel the heat rolling off of him.
“These are dates. You’re my-” His mouth twitched, something unspoken dying on his tongue, “...date.”
It was like the word was foreign in his mouth. Like he didn’t want to say it but couldn’t risk any other descriptor.
“So… what? You get jealous and suddenly I’m your date?” A laugh forced itself out of your lungs. “I thought these things were just… the option. You know, so our situation didn’t feel so goddamn soulless?”
Your voice sharpened, accusatory. “Don’t act like you’re not the one who said ’no strings,’ Katsuki.”
You watched his jaw flex, his whole body tense like he was two seconds from snapping. The words started pouring out by the time he took another step.
“You can’t act like you don’t drop my hand the second there are no cameras or prying eyes. You don’t get to make up the rules and then get pissed when I play by them.”
He took another step. Every movement was deliberate but just barely controlled.
“You figured I’d be okay with this?” He whispered, his voice strained. “Thought I’d be okay watchin’ some prick try to talk you outta my hands like I’m not even there?”
“You weren’t there.” You held your ground with sharp breaths. “Not in the way that had any authority to stop him or me.”
“So if I hadn’t stopped him, would you have kept entertaining him? If he was a random guy at a bar, would you have gone home with him?”
You shrugged, short and bitter. “I don’t know, Katsuki. Fuckin’- maybe.”
You watched the tension become stronger in his shoulders. The flare of his nostrils and the twitch in his eye.
“He looked like he wouldn’t have been scared to touch me, at least.” Your gaze held his, sharp and unflinching. “Like he might actually know what to do with me if he got the chance.”
He didn’t speak at first. Just stared with something dark behind his eyes. Something raw in between pain and stubborn pride.
Then, he stepped in closer. Not fast. Not reckless. Just close enough that you could smell the sweetness of his sweat.
“You think he could have handled you?” His voice was quiet but his words cut across the sliver of space between you with a bitter laugh. “Guy like that? He wouldn’t have known where to start.”
You scoffed even as you felt your pulse jump against your throat. “You don’t get to be mad now.” You bit back. “You’re the one who drew the lines, remember? To quote you, ’no romantic shit.’You wanted clean. You wanted easy.”
“I didn’t want him looking at you like that.”
“You don’t want anyone looking at me.” You shot, jaw tight. “Even though you can barely do it yourself.”
His hand twitched at his side, hesitating like he didn’t trust himself to touch you yet. Like once he finally did, he wouldn’t be able to pull them off.
“You think I’ve been keeping my hands off you because I don’t wanna touch you?” His voice was smoother with his disbelief, dragging lower under your tone. “I’ve been trying not to fuck this up.”
Your laugh was almost genuine but it didn’t reach your eyes like it should have. “Right. Because dragging me along without giving this a name is the opposite of fucking it up.”
He took the last step needed. Just close enough for you to tilt your chin up to keep eye contact and for his breath to brush your lips.
“You want a name? Fine.”
His hands gripped your hips and lifted you like it was second nature. Your thighs hit the cold marble of the kitchen island a second later.
He didn’t give you time to adjust to the new height. His hands slid over the satin of your dress, fingertips firm. His mouth caught yours and you twisted your fingers in his shirt, pulling him closer.
You found out at the worst possible time that Katsuki had the softest kiss, even when angry. He was painfully deliberate with his tongue, grazing every part of your mouth like each one tasted different.
You arched your back, pulling him closer by the shirt as you moulded your body to his. You let out a soft sigh as his hands pressed against your back, which only had the ribbon of a corset covering most of it.
It took you a second to realize that was what he was going for.
And by then he had tugged the ribbon free, sliding his hands beneath the loosened lacing with deliberate care.
He had deepened the kiss, his mouth moving more intensely against yours. His hands pulled you closer, one at your shoulder blade and the other at your lower back, making you reach for his hair. Seeking something more substantial to ground yourself with than his smooth, silk shirt.
When you tugged on his thick, blonde locks, you heard the sweetest sigh slip from his throat. You felt his fingers twitch while your manicured nails scraped against his scalp as slow as his kiss.
He dipped his head to your neck, your hand fisting his hair as sharp teeth grazed your skin. One hand slid to your shoulder, slow and sure before tugging your loosened dress lower.
Slow, deliberate movements with hands grazing down your arms until you felt the cold of his apartment ripple through your body from your chest.
“Fuck, do you always have to keep it so fucking cold in here?” You sighed, trying to ignore the shiver that crept up your fully exposed spine.
“Oh hush.” He mumbled into your jugular, warming up that spot just enough for you to let out a breathy hum.
His hands continued to expose more and more of your skin before he was fully satisfied. You didn’t even realize how fast things were moving until the back of your thighs met cold marble, which made sense when you saw your 1.5 million yen dress on the floor.
Then he pulled back, leaving you breathless and bare on his kitchen counter. Well, bare save for the lacy black pair of underwear that you wore to match the fucking dress.
He turned, the absence of his body leaving you cold against the counter. That and the fact that he kept his apartment at a cool fucking 20 degrees.
A cabinet clicked open and you turned right as he made his way back towards you. And of course, before you could even open your mouth, he slipped his palm over it.
“Push away the clothes that I fuckin' bought you, and lay back.” He spoke with a smirk, watching your hands push back the bags of expensive ass clothes and jewelry to press your back to the cold counter.
You wanted to sit up when you heard a soft, metallic pop, and then a faint clatter.
You lifted your head to look, "What are you-" He cut you off, slipping two fingers into your mouth.
Sticky and sweet.
Honey.
Your lips parted on instinct, mind stalling as your body caught up to what he was planning. Your mind raced as he pressed down on your tongue and pushed you back down onto the counter.
He slid his fingers out of your mouth but only to wipe them down your chest, a faint sticky residue tracing over your skin.
Then, with one of his signature smirks, Katsuki carefully poured a line over your chest. Then another. And another.
Over and over, he carefully poured honey across your torso, stopping just under your belly button. He set the jar down and met your lidded and baffled gaze.
“You’re gonna spell it out for me. ‘Kay?” He phrased it like a question but he didn’t wait for a response before hooking his arms under your legs and pressing them forward as he leaned over you.
You let out a sigh when his tongue started tracing over you, forcing your skin to erupt in goosebumps once more. Trying to focus, you threaded your hands in his hair again to track his movements.
Up. Then up towards the right. Then down towards the right.
Your brain caught up and you would have laughed despite yourself, but you could tell he was waiting for you to say it.
“K.”
You could hear the huff he let out, his ego probably inflating at that one syllable.
Then, his tongue was back on you again. You didn’t have to intentionally focus on the letter when you knew what he was doing, but it was hard not to know his movements.
Up to the right. Down to the right. Across in the middle.
”A.”
His hands slid across your legs, callouses from his job scraping against your skin. He pressed into the plush of your thighs, still holding you against him as he went lower down your torso.
He took a small detour, teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin around your nipple, causing your skin to erupt in goosebumps once more. But just as quickly as he nipped at your skin, he was back to spelling out his name on it.
Across. Up in the middle.
”T.”
Your voice was breathy at that point, chest rising and falling like you had just taken a morning jog. Your hands twitched in his hair, scraping against his nape. You watched his back muscles ripple in response to your touch as he hummed softly.
You felt his hands slide over your hips, hooking under your panties. His tongue started the next letter as he slowly drug them down your legs.
Curving from the left to the right. Then back to the left. Then right again.
”S.”
His hands slipped down your legs, pushing them up and over his shoulders. His hand brushed yours on the counter as he braced himself, barely holding back the groan against your skin.
Curving down right. Curving up left.
”U.”
Up. Then up towards the right. Then down towards the right.
”K.”
Just when you realized that you couldn’t feel any more honey on your skin, you felt his tongue start under your stomach.
He traced a slow, deliberate line downward as his hands gripped your thighs. He took his time to savor every inch of your skin past that point and leaving a fire in his wake.
You arched your back as he finally reached your cunt, continuing his slow assault on your senses.
But then he pulled back again, just enough to drive you insane. You propped yourself up on your elbows, ready to bite in response, until you saw the expectant smirk playing on his lips and the realization caught your voice in your throat.
”I.”
You groaned, a mix of frustration and desire as you laid back down fully.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” He grunted out before squeezing your leg and playfully biting at the skin on your inner thigh.
He pushed himself back up over you, still holding one leg in the inner curve of his arm.
“You wanted a name.” He smirked. Of course he did that just to use your own words against you. “That’s the only fuckin’ one you need to know right now, princess.”
You rolled your eyes in response and he gripped at your skin tighter. His mouth was back on your neck in an instant, nipping at the skin once more.
He thought he had the upper hand. And, hell, maybe he did. But you weren’t about to let him keep it after running his mouth.
You could feel how hard he was against the curve of your ass, and you gave him a smirk of your own before deciding to return the favor.
With a slow, deliberate movement, you reached down and traced your fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. You felt him twitch under your touch as he let out a low groan against your neck and bucked lightly into your hand.
“Like that? I figured. I mean, you’ve not touched yourself at all yet.” You feigned sympathy as you sat back up. His grip on your thigh tightened as your fingers hooked onto his belt buckle.
Your fingers deftly unbuckled his belt as you looked up at him through your lashes. He let out a low groan as you slid your hand into his pants, wrapping your fingers around him through his boxers.
“Yeah?” You questioned, low and sultry with an almost beaming smile at the effect you had on him. A blush spread across his cheeks as you dragged your nails up his cock, pressing the pads of your fingers on the head briefly before you let go of him altogether in favor of unbuttoning his shirt.
He let out a frustrated groan as you slowly undid each button, your fingers brushing against his scarred chest.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much.” He growled, a warning in his voice. One so easily lost in the mix of desire and desperation.
You let out a low and playful chuckle. “I might be. But I’ll make you feel good anyway.”
At that, you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, exposing the ”X” tan line over his chest. You slid off the countertop and pressed into his chest, your breath leaving little goosebumps behind as you traced patterns on his skin with your tongue.
He sucked in a sharp breath, “Fuck- drivin’ me crazy, princess.” Katsuki’s voice was heady when he hung his head to pant in your ear, smooth like the honey he’d licked off of you.
Or maybe it was the way you bit into his neck that left him breathless and speaking between huffs.
Your hands never left him, running them over every inch of exposed skin like you had to commit it to memory. One eventually travelled back down to his cock, straining against his dress pants.
You felt him twitch under your hand again, and that time, you didn’t stop. His breath hitched against your collarbone and something in you cracked open. Something brazen and hungry.
You slid your fingers lower, tracing the edge of his waistband before slipping beneath it.
He cursed into your skin. A raw, low sound that vibrated through your chest.
“After those sounds you were makin’ earlier, you keep doin’ that and I’m not lasting long.” He rumbled, hands tightening on your waist like he was trying to anchor himself.
You angled your head up to brush your lips against his, your voice low and teasing, “Well, you’ve got me. I don’t really know what you're waiting for.”
That was all it took.
He didn’t answer. And he didn’t really need to.
His hands found the back of your knees almost immediately and lifted you back onto the island like it was where you belonged. You had just enough time to grip the edge of the countertop before his teeth were digging into the junction of your shoulder and neck.
Not enough to draw blood but enough for him to soothingly lap at it a moment later.
There were no more honey trails or games or letters drawn with a tongue. You both were past teasing at that point.
His lips were suddenly on yours in a desperate slide of tongue and teeth. Like he had forgotten how much he liked kissing you.
His hands braced on your hips, less holding you down and more grounding himself. Like one wrong move would shatter any bit of trust or affection you two had for each other.
You pulled back, foreheads touching, as you reached up and slid your hand over the back of his neck. Those familiar red eyes locked onto yours as your breaths tangled together.
You pressed forward just slightly, an unspoken affirmation. No words were needed for it to be no mistake just how far you wanted to go.
He pushed inside your cunt, hand twitching to grip you tighter when you sighed in a cathartic relief.
He was slow and careful. You let him be. Despite every sex-hazed part of your brain screaming to wrap your legs around him and pull your hips against his.
It was like he wanted to check in every inch, pausing to let you adjust and to offer a push of his head for you to tell him if he needed to stop. Even when he was gritting his teeth and rested his head on your shoulder, his muscles fending off every instinct that wanted him buried deeper.
You let out an airy gasp once he bottomed out, unable to stop yourself from tightening around him or your nails from digging into his nape. He let out a groan against your throat, low and broken like you were the one wrecking him.
He panted as he stilled his hips but you felt them shaking from holding still, muscles straining against every part of him that begged to move.
And when you lifted your hips beneath him, meeting him halfway with a small rock upward, your were giving him a silent answer to the question he feared asking.
He kept with his hesitancy, though, rolling his hips into yours slowly as you arched toward him. Each little gasp that spilled from your lips pushed him just a little bit further over that edge.
Just a little bit harder.
The rhythm he built along with his confidence wasn’t rough, but you could feel the intensity building with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging into flesh like he was reaching through fog to cling to something stable.
You hooked your legs around him, pulling him deeper, and he let out a low groan. A sound that vibrated through his chest and into yours.
His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot and ragged against your lips. “Fuck, you feel so good,” He murmured, voice hoarse with desire. “Ah, fuck. Cunt like fuckin’ velvet.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the praise, a slow, satisfied curve of your lips.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” You teased, your voice breathy and thick with pleasure.
He captured your mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue moulding against yours as his hips moved faster. Deeper.
You met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moved in perfect sync like he was made to be inside you.
His hands slid from your hips to your back, pulling you flush against him. Your bodies melded together, every muscle and line of his body pressing against you. The heat of his skin practically burned, leaving you breathless and aching for more.
You reached up, carding your fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth to your neck. His teeth grazed the skin, a sharp contrast to the softness of his tongue that followed. You moaned in a sound that shaped like his name, practically panting it in his ear.
He let out an almost scoffing gasp, his hips stuttering before picking back up at a desperate pace. Before he could say anything in response, your other hand tucked under his chin and lifted it up, giving you access to his jugular.
The moan that slipped from his mouth in response was obscene.
You would have teased him more for that, calling him a secret sub or asking if you should be on top. But his blunt nails stopped you, digging into your skin as he pulled you flush against his hips in retaliation, his chest inflating at the strangled whine you let out.
He chuckled darkly before moving one hand from your hip to your breast, palming it and brushing a thumb over your nipple. That gave him another airy little gasp to get cocky from.
You could tell it was getting to him. Every little moan or gasp had his hips moving with just a little less precision. More desperate.
“Are you gonna cum, Kats?” You questioned lowly, leaving behind any thought of the whine that should have deterred you from teasing him again. “I’ll bet you’re so, so close right now.”
He groaned again, a sound of pure need, as he took his lip between his teeth. His eyes opened, his head tilting down to watch the connection where his cock slid into you so perfectly, before looking up at you.
“Oh come on, like you wouldn’t cum immediately if I touched your fucking clit right now.” His words were accompanied with the occasional heavy breath.
Seeing as both his hands were occupied, you decided to do it for him.
Your hand slid down your torso before finding your clit, circling it slowly. Your body twitched at the sensation and you let out a breathy laugh.
“I might just do it myself.” Your voice was heavy, eyes lidded as he shifted his gaze from between your thighs to your face. “Since you can’t last long enough.”
You could have sworn you saw his eye twitch but his next movement was so fast, you couldn’t confirm it.
His hands pushed your legs from around him to his chest, your ankles finding a spot on his shoulders. His movements became more urgent. More intense.
His hips slapped against the backs of your thighs as he smirked down at you. Your hand fell from its spot on your clit in the movement but he was quick to grab your wrist and put it right back where it was supposed to be.
“Nah, nah, nah.” His gaze was dark, ruby eyes honing in on every shift of your body. “You wanna talk shit so you’re gonna rub that aching fuckin’ clit while I fuck you. Alright?”
You paused, your breath catching in your throat as his words sank in, the anticipation making your heart race. His eyes never left yours, challenging you, daring you to resist.
“Alright?” He growled again, his hips snapping forward hard enough to knock a gasp from your throat.
Your body didn’t tremble under the pressure, though. You keened into it, spine pressing against the greyscale marble.
“Mmm… alright,” You echoed mockingly with a low hum, voice straining to get the words out. “If you say so.”
He narrowed his eyes with no real anger. Just a hunger sharpened by frustration and maybe a bit of irritated admiration.
Another brutal stroke dragged through you, the angle deeper that time, and his thumb found one of your nipples again. With a cheeky smirk he pulled back slightly, twisting with just enough pressure to make your hips buck on instinct against your hand and his pelvis.
You moaned low and long, the sound spilling out unfiltered and you watched him pause mid-thrust with a look on his face like he’d won something sacred.
“You gonna cum first?” His voice had a teasing lilt to it, as did his smile, mirroring you and the question you had asked before.
The pads of your fingers against your clit, and his cock pressing deep into your cunt, had you ragged. Your breath hitched between shaky inhales as pleasure pinched tighter in your stomach.
You were sure he waged the same competition in his head of who would cum first. Pride flared behind the haze of pleasure in your brain. You sucked in a breath through your teeth and slipped your hand down to where he stretched tight inside you. You stroked along the base of his shaft, watching as his brows quirked up and he exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Only if you can last.”
His jaw clenched. His rhythm broke. For one suspended second he almost looked pained, withholding what both of your bodies screamed for.
Then, a groan tore loose from somewhere deep behind his ribs as his pace shattered into messy, incomplete, desperate rolls of his hips, chasing his orgasm while persuading yours further.
Heat swelled under your skin as his cock pressed into the deepest parts of your cunt. A hard pinch that you tried to hold onto, lest you lost the challenge you proposed.
The room filled with the sound of skin against skin, the wet slide of his cock inside you, and the harsh, ragged breaths that escaped both of you. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the underlying musk of sweat.
His body was a furnace against yours, the heat of him searing into your skin and making you crave the time when the counter was cold.
You could feel the tension coiling tighter in your stomach, the pleasure building with each desperate thrust. Your hand moved in fast circles against your clit, the evidence of your arousal coating your fingers.
The dual sensation had waves of pleasure flowing through you like hot flashes. One after the other.
And Katsuki’s eyes never left yours. He watched you unravel, taking in every gasp, every shiver, and every moan. It was a battle of wills at that point, both of you edging yourselves because neither was willing to back down.
“Fuck, you’re too fuckin’ perfect around me.” His words were a breathy sigh as he mouthed at your ear.
You took your lip in your mouth, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatened to consume you. The challenge was clear in your mind and you weren’t about to give in. But the way he filled you, the way his hips moved against yours had you slowing your movements on your clit for just a moment of respite.
“Kats…” Your voice was a heady whisper, barely recognizable from the one he last had in his ear. “I… Fuck, I can’t…”
His hand replaced yours on your clit and you gasped, eyes screwing shut as your back arched up off of the smooth marble and your hand shot to press against his forearm. “Don’t then, princess.”
His other hand moved from your calf to your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to his. “But I gotta see your eyes on me while you cum.”
Your eyes glazed with pleasure. “I’m close. ‘M so fuckin’ close...” Your voice cracked in a breathy whine, your nails digging into his flesh.
At that, you came undone, convulsing around him with a cry that was half pleasure, half frustration. Your body tightened as your orgasm rang through, each pulse more intense than the last. You could feel him throbbing inside you, his own release begging closer with yours.
Katsuki let out a low growl, his hips moving faster and with more urgency. “Fuck yes, princess,” He hissed, bending forward, your legs slipping to rest in the crook of his arms so he could graze his teeth against your neck. “That’s it, baby, fuckin’ cum for me.”
Your orgasm crested, leaving you breathless and boneless. Katsuki followed not far behind, his body tensing as he spilled into you, his teeth latching onto your shoulder. His cock pulsed with each wave of his release before he half collapsed on top of you.
His body shuddered, barely able to keep himself from crushing you underneath him. Once his mind wasn’t shrouded in a sex-haze anymore, he gently pressed his lips to the mark on your shoulder.
You could feel the dampness of his sweat mingling with yours, a testament to the intensity and sexual stamina between the two of you.
Slowly, you felt Katsuki lift his head, his red eyes meeting yours with a gentleness that made your breath catch. There was a vulnerability behind it, a softness that contrasted sharply with the raw and primal need that had driven you both to that point.
“You okay?” He questioned, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your chest. It was so simple but it held behind it a depth of concern that shouldn’t have taken you by surprise.
You nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of your mouth. “More than okay.” You replied, your fingers carding through his tousled and sweaty hair. “That was… something.”
He let out a soft chuckle, a gentle sound that you wanted to replay over and over again. “I don’t really know how to describe it either.” He murmured, his free arm coming up and his thumb caressing your chin.
He just looked at you, his gaze never faltering. His eyes traced the edges of your face, the tones underneath, the shape of your features.
You could see the wheels turning in his head, as if he was trying to commit every detail of you in that moment, to memory. The intensity of his stare made your heart race, even after the workout it had already gone through not five minutes earlier.
“I don’t want you to be single.” His voice was soft and contemplative. “I think we could be good for each other.”
You felt a warmth spread through you at his words, a feeling that reached places even physical pleasure couldn’t. You hesitated speaking, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back.
“Even with everything? All the challenging and the games?” Your voice was soft, a whisper against all the other sounds that suddenly made themselves known in the room. “Is that really what you want?
It was a genuine question. You often laid awake wondering how ethical your dynamic was. If you two shouldn’t even know each other at all with how dysfunctional you seemed.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He responded, his hand coming up to grab your waist. Not in the way he had before, but like he was punctuating his words with a claimant touch. “Whatever this is, I’m willing to fight for it if it means I get you.”
You let out a slow breath, as if gathering your thoughts from the floor, and leaned in to gently press your forehead against his.
“We don’t have to figure it out tonight.” Your hand came up to trace his jaw with your thumb, eyes meeting his in the closeness. “Just kiss me again.”
A half laugh, half sigh slipped from his lips and he smiled. It was small and real. Like it cost him something and gave him everything.
His lips met yours, but it wasn’t that hunger from before.
It was like coming home. A messy, complicated, and perfect place where you knew nothing would be easy but you also knew you’d never be alone.
There were no promises sealed in blood or vows whispered like oaths. You were just two people who chose each other, even though it made no sense. Even though you had to fight like hell just to be close enough to breathe the same air, you still did it all the same.
And that was enough.
a/n ━ this is my first time writing smut im lowk scared for the response but hopefully people like it cuz i had a lotta fun with it :33
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