a/n: itās kind of ass but itās okayā¦rightš„¹
!!: fem!reader, timeskip!katsuki, suggestive at the end, proofread.
going out had been denkiās idea.
denki gets bored on a friday, texts the group chat asking for a hangout, mina immediately agrees because mina agrees with everything, and then suddenly itās a whole thing and katsuki is sitting in a club at eleven at night wondering how he got here.
he knows how he got here.
he got here because you texted sounds fun in the group chat, and heād read that and put his phone down and stared at the ceiling for ten seconds before getting up to find something to wear.
he would take that to his grave.
the place is loud, which he expected, and crowded, which he also expected, and exactly the kind of environment he has a low tolerance for on the best of days. bass through the floor, lights hurting his eyes, mina already trying to drag denki onto the dancefloor.
katsuki has a glass of beer heās barely touched and a spot at the edge of the couch that has a view of you across the high-top table, laughing with jirou.
he watches you for approximately five seconds before looking away.
heās been doing that all night. five seconds, then away. trying to be careful. any longer and kirishima starts smirking at him with that unbearable knowing expression.
āYOU HAVING FUN??ā denki suddenly appears, shouting over the music. he was too focused on you that he didnāt even realize denki was there.
āno.ā he replied, looking at his drink.
āCLASSIC BAKUGOU RESPONSEāā
denki leaves him alone with a silly grin. katsuki takes a sip of his drink and looks back at youāfive secondsāand then at the clubās door, thinking.
he could leave. heās been here an hour and a half, which is more than he owes anyone. kirishima would give him grief about it tomorrow but kirishima gives him grief about everything and katsuki has developed an immunity. he could just go.
except youāre still talking and laughing with jiro, head tipped back, and the light catches your face in a way that makes his heart pound.
he stays. at least for now.
itās another forty minutes before the crowd starts getting on his nerves in a way he can no longer manage through sheer stubbornness. someone bumps into him from behind without apologizing while he was walking towards where you wereāand the music has shifted into something he canāt stand, heās done.
he taps your shoulder, getting your attention on him. āiām heading out.ā
you look up, and something flickers across your face. disappointment, maybe. or something close to it.
āalready?ā you ask, looking around your surroundings.
āitās been two hours.ā
ādo you want to come or not.ā the words land before he can arrange them into something that sounds less like a demand, and he watches you blink and then start to smile.
āwas that an invitation?ā
āit was a question. answer it.ā youāre still smiling, which heās pretending not to notice.
ālet me finish my drink.ā
he tells kirishima you guys are leaving and kirishimaās face does the thingāthe eyebrows, the grināand katsuki just levels him with a look that lets him know what will happen if a single word comes out of his mouth.
kirishima mimes zipping his lips.
you guys walk away before the smug satisfaction on kirishimaās face has time to get worse.
outside, the air is cold and clean and immediately better. he exhales through his nose, shoulders dropping. the noise of the club gets swallowed by the door swinging shut behind you.
you come to stand beside him, putting your jacket on. āso..?ā
the door to his apartment swung open, hitting the wall softly. he stepped inside, pulled you after him, and closed the door shut behind you.
you were against the wall before you could think of something teasing to say. his warm hands cupped your face, mouth crashing onto yours. your lips parted instantly, tongue sliding against his, and he groaned into your mouth.
there was no gentle buildup, no slow exploration. he was hungry for you. his hands dropped to your hips, yanking you against him, feeling the heat of your body through the thin fabric of your dress. you arched into him, your fingers threading through his surprisingly soft hair, pulling him deeper.
"katsuki.." you gasped against his lips.
he didn't answer with words. he picked you up and carried you down the hallway, trying open his bedroom door with one hand. the bed was unmade, sheets tangled. he didn't care. he laid you down on it, your hair spreading across the duvet, chest rising and falling fast.
he stood over you, drinking the beautiful sight of you in. the dress had ridden up your thighs, lips swollen from kissing. fuck, you looked like a goddess.
"you want this?" he asked. it was the last question he'd ask tonight.
"katsuki." you reached up, grabbed the front of his shirt, and yanked him down on top of you. "just shut up and fuck me."
