Part 2 as promised of this ask <<
-smut, nsfw, mdni
“I knew you looked familiar,” he said finally.
Quiet.
Dazed.
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“I—” you started, then stopped immediately, heat creeping up your neck. “I’m sorry.” The apology sounded ridiculous the second it left your mouth.
Sorry for what exactly?
For being famous?
For not telling him?
For letting things get this far?
He blinked hard once like he was still trying to reconnect his brain to the rest of his body.
And honestly, the situation probably wasn’t helping considering he was still very hard. Twitching.
Even leaking.
His gaze dragged over your face again before dropping lower for half a second like he physically couldn’t stop himself.
That somehow made your embarrassment worse.
Or maybe better?
You couldn’t tell anymore.
“You…” he exhaled another stunned laugh under his breath “You do this a lot?”
The question came out rough.
Not judgmental.
Genuinely confused, like he was trying to figure out if celebrities just casually picked up strangers at restaurants whenever they got bored or something.
Your brows lifted immediately. “No!”
Too fast.
Too honest.
“I’ve never done this before,” you admitted after a second, voice quieter now. “Like… ever.”
Something shifted in his expression at that.
Not disbelief exactly.
More like relief.
Which honestly should not have affected you as much as it did. A breathless laugh escaped you before you could stop it, nerves finally catching up.
“The wig was supposed to work a little longer.”
He stared at you for another long second before shaking his head once, still looking slightly dazed.
“Yeah well,” he muttered, voice low. “Didn’t exactly expect to bring home the woman half my coworkers are obsessed with.”
The corner of your mouth twitched.
Not embarrassed.
If anything, mildly irritated the reveal interrupted what was shaping up to be a very good night.
Because the way he was still looking at you?
That definitely wasn’t disgust.
His ruby eyes dragged over your face slowly before dropping lower again, almost against his own will. Like now that he knew who you were, his brain had somehow short-circuited even harder.
You noticed.
Especially when his cock jumped in his hand this time the second you stepped closer.
Your finger pressing lightly against the center of his chest.
“Sit.”
The command came soft.
But there was no hesitation.
His eyes stayed locked on yours the entire time he lowered himself into one of the wooden chairs beside his desk like he physically couldn’t look away now.
Those eyes!
The intensity in them almost made your stomach flip.
You stepped between his spread legs before climbing into his lap, knees settling on either side of him as your hands slid across his shoulders for balance.
His grip tightened instantly under the sides of the armless chair. Like he was trying very hard not to completely lose it.
The realization nearly made you smile.
Because this big, confident man who handled you like he knew exactly what he was doing all night was absolutely malfunctioning right now. All because you were choosing him back.
"I always finish what I start" you say softly.
Your fingers wrapped around his throbbing velvety cock —guiding him carefully while you settled closer, eyes never leaving his face. And the second you started lowering yourself on to him —his head tipped back with a rough sound rumbling straight from his chest.
“Fuckin' —helll” he chokes out at the feeling of this new angle.
Your gasp is audible too, eyes reverting straight back to pleasure as if nothing happened. His hands found your hips right away, gripping hard enough to make heat rush through you while he stared up at you like he couldn’t believe this was real.
The eye contact made everything more intense.
Because now he could fully see you.
No disguise.
Not some girl at a restaurant.
You.
Famous voice. Famous face. Real.
Your hips rolled against him in a way that reminded him that you weren't done yet. In an hypnotizing circle slow enough to hear every squelch of your pussy.
“fuck mee,” he moaned, jaw clenching as he gripped your hips harder, enjoying the way you were quite literally fucking him back to reality.
You were impossibly close now. Every breath ghosted across each other’s lips. Every tiny movement brushed your bodies together again in a way that made heat coil tighter and tighter low in your stomach.
Neither of you were really looking anywhere else anymore.
Just eyes.
Lips.
Then eyes again.
Your movements only got more intense the longer you stared at him.
He was beautiful up close.
Messy blonde hair falling onto his forehead. Flushed skin. Mouth slightly parted every rise and fall of your hips.
You could be precise too.
And the way he looked at you now—
Not like a celebrity.
Not even like a hookup anymore.
Like he was completely locked in on you.
Before you could think too hard about it, you leaned in and kissed him.
Really kissed him —something you never do.
And the second your lips touched, something in him gave out completely. His hand slid hard against your jaw as he kissed you back instantly, deep, hot, and messy in a way that stole the air right from your lungs.
The sound he made against your mouth nearly made your head spin all over again.
Your bodies moved together rhythmically while the kiss deepened. Breaths breaking apart between heated mouths and lingering pulls of lips that neither of you seemed willing to end.
When you finally pulled back for air, your chest rose unevenly while your forehead almost rests against his. A thin line of saliva stretched briefly between your mouths before breaking.
And the look he's got on his face after seeing you like that—
hooded eyes, swollen lips, visibly affected by him—
completely changed his expression.
Like something inside him clicked back into place.
His hands slid beneath your thighs smoothly before you could react, lifting and adjusting you effortlessly until you were hovering exactly where he wanted you.
The sudden shift pulled a surprised sound from you as he guided you on his cock. You completely lost your train of thought.
A breathless sound broke from you as he shifted you so his cock feels even deeper, every movement suddenly sharper, more deliberate, the steady rhythm making your entire body feel overheated.
“There you go,” he muttered roughly, eyes fixed on your face. “Just like that.”
You tried to answer him.
Tried.
But the only thing leaving your mouth were broken little sounds and half-finished words every time he moved you again.
“Katsuki fu—”
Another deep thrust cut you off completely. Your head dropped briefly against his shoulder with a helpless gasp. The reaction dragged a low groan from his chest.
Yeah.
He loved that.
Loved how easily he could pull you apart now.
“That’s it,” he muttered roughly, almost to himself. You're basically sitting on his forearms as he moves you back and forth on his veiny cock. You decided you'd keep rolling your hips, using his movements as momentum to pick up speed. “Fuck… keep doing that.”
The confidence was still there.
But now it was unraveling around the edges.
You could hear it.
See it.
Especially in the way his breathing kept breaking every time you fucked him.
Nobody had ever affected him this quickly before.
And judging by the way he suddenly pulled you closer against his chest, burying his face briefly against your neck with a rough groan—
He knew it too.
Your fingers slid into his hair instinctively, and the soft sound you made at the feeling of him shaking slightly beneath you threatened to finish him right there.
“Yeah —m’never forgettin’ this” his forehead pressed briefly against your shoulder as another strained breath left him, composure slipping faster by the second while your hands stayed tangled in his hair.
And when you gently tugged—
That broke him.
A wrecked groan tore from his chest before he pulled you impossibly closer, hands gripping your ass like he physically couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you anymore.
“Youuu…” he laughed breathlessly, trying and failing to catch his breath.
The disbelief in his voice made heat bloom through you all over again. Because he sounded genuinely stunned by how good this felt. Both adrenaline and oxytocin kicks in—
Another shaky moan slipped from you when his hands suddenly tightened beneath your thighs again. Then before you could even process what he was doing—
He stood up with you still wrapped around him.
Effortlessly.
And already hard again.
A startled gasp escaped from you as he snakes his arms from under your thighs to your hips. The back of your thighs are on his forarms and bent at his elbows (standing missionary) holding you securely against him like he had no intention of putting you down anytime soon.
And God—
The strength of of this man!
You had nowhere to go like this.
Nowhere to escape.
Not that you wanted to.
Especially not when he looked this gone over you.
Your forehead dropped briefly against his shoulder as he held you impossibly close, every stroke deliberate enough to keep pulling breathless reactions from your chest over and over again.
“Like being fucked this deep?”
The confidence in his voice sent heat rushing straight through you.
“Yes! kat— Katsuki!”
You couldn’t even say his name properly anymore.
A low groan left him before his mouth brushed dangerously close to your ear.
“Sing for me, pretty princess,” he muttered. “Wanna hear how good this cock makes you feel”
The praise mixed with the command nearly ruined you on the spot.
Your fingers tightened hard against shoulder as another helpless sound escaped you, body trembling from how intense this angle is. Strong hands keeping you exactly where he wanted while he chased every reaction like he was obsessed with being inside of you.
And honestly?
He was.
The apartment filled with the messy sound of uneven breathing, curses, cries, whimpers while he held you effortlessly through all of it.
Every sound felt filthy.
Intimate.
Completely consuming.
And the more you fell apart for him, the more wrecked he looked too.
By the end of it, both of you were breathing hard, overheated and clinging to each other in the middle of his apartment
A rough laugh escaped him first. “—m’never forgettin’ this” he grinned against your skin. You rolled your eyes playfully.
an: mb! i went down a rabbit hole
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