ragebaiter! katsuki. oh he’s so annoying, so irritating, so irresistible… who said that..
just him getting back for all those times (and the times to come) that you had successfully gotten him. you two have had your fair share of moments. moments when you do and say all the right things just to piss one another off. no ill intentions, just fun reactions!!
you’re about to leave for a hangout with the girls, stood in front of the bathroom mirror as you touch yourself up. satisfied with the result, you turn to grab your things off the counter and head downstairs. it’s hard to miss him, katsuki sitting in the kitchen. his laptop in front of him on the table, face just so blatantly grumpy as he types.
he had tried to convince you to stay home, obviously to no avail. it’s hard to conceal the smile creeping onto your lips at his pout, laughing softly to yourself. you walk into grab the car keys from the wall, his gaze quick to follow you. katsuki pretends not to notice, head still turned to the screen.
“what do you think?” you turn to him, presenting your outfit. nothing flashy, you were just going shopping with mina and ochako.
“i think you should stay home with me.” he tuts, brows furrowed. you laugh sharply, inching closer to press a thumb between his brows.
“okay. i’ll be back before you know it, crybaby.” you smile and katsuki struggles to resist the urge to reach out to you. he turns to face you now, one last flash of his pout just so you know what you're doing to him. yes he's petty, but we all know that by now.
"'m not a crybaby." he scoffs and your smile only widens as you lean down towards him. "okay, whatever, not-a-crybaby. kiss me." you pucker your lips slightly, expecting the usual kiss goodbye.
it takes a surprising amount of his strength not to kiss you then and there, "how long are you even going to be out for?" he asks, swerving his head to avoid your kiss and ask questions. what an asshole.
"kats, i told you already. maybe like, until 7." you say, gaze fixed on him. was he doing this on purpose or was he just throwing another tantrum? you didn't really know, but you did know that you had places to go and people to see. his gaze mirrors yours, eyes never leaving your eyes.
katsuki only grunts, pretending not to know what you were expecting from him. "right.."
"right, so.. kiss or no?" you try again, head tilted slightly as you lean in once more. he leans in and you think he's finally giving in until he catches your face in his hand. your cheeks are smushed as he uses his other hand to rub lip gloss off of your chin.
"you got this shit all on your face.." he murmurs, this time unable to hide the small curl of his lips as he fucks with you. "don't know how to put it on or what?" he asks coyly, eyes avoiding yours. he knew better, simply buying more time with you. a beat before you process it fully, hands pushing his away from you.
"fine, guess not. bye." you roll your eyes, quickly turning over your shoulder. katsuki loops his finger through your belt loop, pulling you closer to his chair. his hands find your hips, turning you around to face him.
"you don't like it, huh? i'm just messing with you, brat. c'mere." he says, everything about him so smug. your peering eyes find his, trying to call him for his bullshit. "damn, do you want the kiss or not?" katsuki clicks his tongue, thumb caressing your side so gently. you grab the sides of his face, ensuring that he couldn't mess with you again as you lean in.
your lips are an inch away before one of his hands come up to your forehead, stopping your lips from meeting his. "wait.. you got an eyelash under your eye.." katsuki says, laughing to himself unashamed. you groan because of course you fell for it once more, pushing his head from yours.
"tuh! and you say i play too much," you exclaim, throwing him a glare as you pull the strap of your bag up. "i'll just leave!" you cross your arms over the other, ready to walk away from him but his hands stop you again.
"because you do. no more jokes. i'll kiss you." katsuki folds, boyish smile as you refuse to turn to him again. "too late, looks like i gotta go." you shrug, trying to pry his hands off of him.
it's in vain as katsuki stands from his seat, hands trailing up to your face. "gotta go, my ass.." he mutters before placing a rough kiss on your lips. he pulls back just to see your face, lips so pouty and cheeks smushed together by his hands. one of his hands lets go, the other grabbing ahold of your jaw easily.
katsuki's thumb finds the spot between your brows, unfurrowing them just as you did to his before. "you're so irritating.." your words muffled, eyes squinted. he smirks, playfully pressing his lips against yours again. then again. and again. until the both of your lips are a mess, your lip gloss shining on his lips.
"stop! now i gotta redo my lips!"
"oh no. might as well just stay home, hm?"
