however, the grin drops from the blonde’s face and his eyes turn to the shape of saucers. his gun clatters to the floor as your eyes sweep over the room, his bloody attire, the silver glock on the ground and lastly the inhuman looking man everybody is celebrating. every negative emotion crosses through your face in a split second, though the strongest were disgust and fear on top of the pure shock. there was no mistake in it all, the gunshot came from your boyfriend and the bullet is between the eyes of the dead man on the ground.

you weren’t meant to see that.

so you ran. you ran out of katsuki’s office, with his calls of your name following behind you, slamming your hand on the button of the elevator and getting a glimpse of him before the door closes. he looked even crazier out of the dark room, now with the piercing white light from the hallway, the blood on his shirt was brighter, deeper. it was fresh. you needed to go now.

the lift was faster than bakugou’s journey down the stairs and whilst he had to find somebody to get his car keys, you just hopped in your car and drove with so many buzzing thoughts in your head, it just became silent.

but bakugou was too fast for you. his body, his car, his mind, so as soon as you thought you were safely in your apartment, the large 6’5 figure comes pushing himself through the door you were shaking to lock. the same man, the man that was here this morning, arms wrapped around your waist with kisses down your neck, basked in the golden sunlight doesn’t look… the same. he looks filled to the peak with adrenaline, hair sticking up in haphazard angles, chest heaving from the chase and you realise there are even splatters of blood on his leather shoes.

at first, he’s borderline attacking you for feeling so shaken up. he’s never been one on the defensive, bakugou katsuki attacks and fights until people believe what he wants, till he gets what he wants. but it’s only making things worse.

“you fuckin’ knew i do this shit! you knew when you got with me that this is a part of my life!” he’s pointing a finger at you accusatively, stomping over like a lion coming after its prey. you’re shrinking in your apartment under his gaze, nothing like the blissful morning you both had together. like you both would have had tomorrow if you just stayed home.

you’re crying, your nose is running, you have a hand on your forehead, a telltale sign that your brain is pounding against your skull from everything.

your eyes squeeze shut like if you squeeze any tighter he might disappear. “i know! i know! this doesn’t mean i wanted to see a dead man beaten bloody and shot between the eyes, katsuki!”

the last syllable of his name cracks on your tongue at the same time the memory of how your boyfriend looked at the scene played in your head again. eyes glazed over in something you could only call insanity, pupils were blown wide with the craziest grin you’ve seen. his fists were swollen like rocks and the gun in his hand almost looked at home.

honestly, he looked the same now, minus the grin. his lip is curled in a cruel snarl as he fights with himself as to how to approach this situation. how do you convince somebody you’re not who they just saw you to be? but then he is that person, same way he’s the same person you wake up beside and softly kiss when you see him for the first time in a day.

katsuki pauses in his steps towards you like you’ve put up a forcefield to protect yourself. you’re scared, scared of him. “please leave katsuki. leave now.” you tremble, one arm wrapped around your stomach as your other hand still rests on your forehead.

he softens, ruby eyes playing ping pong to every part of your body. it’s like someone’s pulled the plug on a bathtub, all the high emotions raging through his blood before, gone down the drain. he lifts an arm to you before dropping it almost immediately. “but… but i can run you a bath or make you a tea for your head or…” he pleads. he pleads like he’s nothing without you. someways he is.

“n—no, you gotta go. now.”

now, bakugou sits behind the wheel of his car, still outside your apartment. he tries to convince himself that this overwhelming sense of loss doesn’t exist. he got rid of that emotion years ago, he’s never had any need for it in a life where people go every day just for disrespecting him. he could drink his thoughts away, punch a wall to get his anger out or get so high he forgets about you.

instead, he becomes another man on earth that lost the love of his life. he lets himself cry, these violent wails that shake through his body and make his throat dry. he dwells on how fucking stupid he was to let you in his life knowing it was inevitable you’d leave, how he wants to murder whoever let you through to see him but he never thinks anything negative about you. he gets it. not everybody is meant to see that shit.

so after a while, he thrusts his car keys into the slot. the familiar rumble of his car isn’t comforting to his ears, knowing he’s driving away from you with no clue as to when he’ll see you again. but he sits up nevertheless, runs a hand through his hair and starts driving. though he doesn’t wipe his cheeks. there’s no point when the tears keep falling.

when bakugou wakes up the next day, sprawled out in only his underwear on his sofa with a sharp pain in his neck, he takes to texting you. yes, he knows it’s a stupid idea, he needs to be giving you space. letting you choose whether to come back to him.

katsuki 7:21am: I’m sorry

katsuki 7:21am: I love you

then he sits up and tugs his hair for being so fucking careless and idiotic the day before. why the fuck did he start shouting at you? with a loud groan, he rubs his face and scrolls through his contacts to find a guy that can shadow you during this break you’re taking from him. if he can even call it a break.

yn 8:16am: i love you too

that’s been the only thing keeping him going through the week. but even with that he can’t help but think, is love enough to keep a relationship going?

after his outburst in your apartment, bakugou’s got no clue how to approach you now. so he buries himself ocean deep in work to keep his mind off it all. he figures you can come to him when you’re ready to prevent him from making everything worse. but the excited energy from his brothers about taking down the head of the rival mafia family is pissing him the fuck off. what’s there to be happy about if he lost you in the process?

it also doesn’t help that when bakugou swears he’ll give you space and leave you alone, kaminari, one of his right hand men calls him. he’s the one bakugou’s put to shadow you to make sure you’re still safe and alive since he can’t check himself.

“hi, boss! it’s about yn!”

already the upbeat tone of kaminari’s voice makes bakugou pinch his nose bridge.

“alright. what’s wrong with her? is she in danger?”

“i know you only wanted me to call for emergencies but i feel like i should let you know anyway ‘cause apart from this everything’s been pretty normal with school, work, drinking overpriced coffee—,”

“fuckin’ spit it out or god so help me when i see you next—,”

an awkward laugh comes from the other end, “fuck, okay, well she’s currently sitting on the bench in the park crying. like really crying.”

bakugou blanks, “what park is it?”

“central.”

“okay.”

he hates when you cry. the last time he saw you, you cried. is it because of him? somebody else? is it his place to come find you and comfort you?

“ah, i guess that was useless to share then. sorry for the call boss, won’t happen again!”

bakugou sighs, rubbing a hand across his face, “no, no it’s fine. tell me this shit.”

it’s been seven days, fifteen hours and seventeen seconds since bakugou katsuki has seen you last. if you ask, he hasn’t been counting.

“boss there’s this woman that wants to see you. she says her name is honey.”

bakugou blinks like he can’t believe his ears. you came back to him. you came back. or well so he hopes. this might be your last goodbye.

“send her up.”

when you step into his office, you look like yourself. you look pretty… beautiful, so familiar it makes him want to stand up and tuck you into his chest. your dress is cute, one he’s never seen before so he knows it’s from the shop kaminari mentioned in passing. you’re nothing like his last memory of you, tearful and pained. you look calm though he can tell with how your hand clenches your bag that you’re a little nervous. you don’t have to be.

“i didn’t think you were listenin’ when i said to always use a fake name with people that look dangerous.”

a breathy laugh leaves your lungs as you seat yourself in the guest chair before his desk. your fingers fiddle with your bag strap. “you shoulda told me that before i met you.”

it was supposed to be a joke, but the tension in the room makes it come out half-heartedly. bakugou’s eyes widen, mouth agape like he doesn’t know what to say to that. you settle your hands between your thighs in your lap. you attempt to backtrack, “honey’s my favourite nickname you give me.”

it feels like he’s in purgatory. stationary between both heaven and hell, so close to you that your perfume is almost making him roll his eyes to the back of his head but mentally you seem so far. like there’s a brick wall you haven’t permitted him to knock down.

“i thought it was pretty girl. you always kiss me when i say that.”

you take your time to analyse him, you can tell he’s not up to par like he usually is. sure anybody else would think so, the changes aren’t blatant but they’re still there in your eyes. the lack of his tiny gold hoops in his ears, the crease of his black shirt by the pocket which is unnoticeable behind his blazer and his unplucked eyebrows. that was your job, his head laying on your lap at home while you pulled out stray hairs.

“it woulda been a bit weird if i said that was my name to the guys downstairs. they probably wouldn’t have called up to you.”

a tiny smile crosses bakugou’s lips, “true. you’d sound like an amateur cam girl with first pick of usernames.”

you look down at your lap to fight a smile, the atmosphere getting too comfortable too quickly. when you look up again bakugou’s just blinking at you, waiting for you to make the next move. he looks tired but gorgeous. bright red irises, rough stubbled cheeks with a hint of a blush.

“anyway, do you have anything to say about what happened that day?” you say softly and bakugou feels like he’s at a business deal. you are on the other side of his desk whilst he scrambles for papers with all his bullet points he needs to make sure he mentions. he guesses a relationship is a deal of sorts.

he nods quickly, feeling the urge to grab your hands to hold but you keep them between your thighs. “‘m really fuckin’ sorry. sorry, you had to see that, sorry i was a fuckin’ idiot scarin’ you and shoutin’ at you in your apartment. i—i was just scared that you’d leave me for good after that and i don’t… i don’t wanna imagine life without you.”

you lock eyes through it all and you can feel the regret. it almost feels so much that you dart your eyes away for the moment, looking out to the city skyline.

“why did you kill him?”

you’ve been good so far, not focusing on the fact that right behind you the dead man laid. there was even a new carpet on the ground. you assume they wrapped him up in the old one if the movies were anything to go by.

bakugou wasn’t expecting that question, but he’d give you the answer if you wanted. “he was the head of another mafia family, the one a few cities across. we’ve always been at war with each other, a battle to who dies first. since i killed him, i get his family, his city and his resources.”

the silence is long between you both. you look distractedly out the window but he can tell you’re just coming to terms with what he said. he never told you much about ‘work’ anyway. probably the most he ever has while you’ve been together.

“i am sorry you saw that shit. i know what it’s like the first time you see a dead body and i get if you don’t wanna… bewith me because of that. that wasn’t my first and won’t be my last.”

you flick back over to katsuki, who stares down at his palms almost shakespearean like they still carry the blood of all the men he’s ever lost and ever killed.

he keeps talking to fill the silence because power can get him anything but they can’t buy your thoughts.

“i do love you though. since i’ve met you i’ve felt somethin’ other than rage and desire for more. you’ve given me purpose, something that will come with me in death. none of this shit will.” then he exhales so deeply, you can see the vibration of his chest, “but if you don’t wanna stay, i get it. i don’t fuckin’ think i would either. so thank you for showin’ me love and lettin’ me love you.”

katsuki’s fresh out of tears, he’s cried this past week more than he’s cried his whole life so he looks at you with pure honesty with the hope his sincerity comes across in his words. he was always one for giving demands and shouting threats. but laying his heart on the table, bleeding and raw for you was probably the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

you, on the other hand, don’t want to cry. you want to see katsuki’s face with clear eyes, not blurry with a film of tears.

“you need to promise me something, okay?”

“anythin’.”

you take the tone of a military sergeant, listing ultimatums whilst katsuki listens as if his life depends on it, “you never shout at me again. ever. or i’m gone. i know that if i’m with you, your life comes with it but i don’t ever want to seethat again. if you can help it.”

bakugou nods like a bobblehead, “i promise baby, i promise. what does this mean? what are you sayin’ t’me?” he looks as if he’s about to jump over his desk to wrap you in his arms and never let you go.

“it means i love you too but love isn’t enough to keep me around if you make me go through that again.”

he feels like he’s signed a contract to let him through the gates of heaven. one with terms that are expected and easy, ones he should have been doing anyway before it got to this point. he feels almost delusional that you’ve given him another chance, so much so he can’t stop mumbling, “i won’t, i promise. i promise i won’t.”

you then get up from your seat and he thinks you’re going to leave him again but you’re dropping your bag and walking around the desk towards him. instinctively, bakugou opens his arms to give you enough space to plop down on his lap.

the weight of you makes him hum, the scent of your shampoo makes his chest burn and the sight of your hand linking with his honestly just makes him feel relieved. like taking another hit of drugs after insane withdrawals. you’re with him.

“i missed you ‘ki. missed you so much.” you murmur, “every day i woke up like i couldn’t breathe.” head on his shoulder, your forehead pressed to his jaw. your legs swing off his lap sideways and his arms circle your body tightly intending to never let go.

“i missed you too baby. more than i ever thought i could. started fuckin’ usin’ those colourin’ books you left at mine.”

he can hear the smile in your voice when you lift your head to face him, “really? you any better now at keeping between the lines?”

he huffs in a breathy laugh, his hot breath hitting your mouth. you let your eyes drift to where they want, his fluffy eyebrows, the cute tip of his nose and his plump pink bottom lip. you pay special attention to his lips, especially the shiny gold tooth revealed when he smiles at you.

“nah not really. at the beginning i was like an angry baby scribblin’ over the pages thinkin’ about how you shoulda been there with me if i wasn’t so fuckin’ stupid.” he almost whispers, following how your attention has shifted to his mouth. he entertains you, licking a stripe across the flesh leaving it shiny with his spit.

you remember to reply to what he said, “don’t do stupid shit then ‘ki. we’ve both missed out on a lot here.”

your palms slide under his blazer to rest on his chest, the thin material of his shirt doing nothing to prevent the warmth of your hands.

he hums, “true shit. what did y’miss the most?”

you roll your eyes at the switch of the subject but you can’t blame him when you went off-topic first. “your lips.” you punctuate your comment with a hard peck to them, one that only lasts a couple of seconds but has him fisting your dress in his hands tightly. the kiss does nothing to satisfy you both so as soon as you pull away, meeting the starved blown out gaze in each other’s eyes, you go in again, mouths open and tongues slotting between each other. katsuki moans first, deep and gravelly, his head noisy with thoughts that he can’t believe you’re back. that the angels must have seen a fucking sorry sight of a man if they thought he deserved you again. you taste as sweet as you did before, maybe overdosingly so from your one week break because he cannot get enough.

he’s touchy and needy, cock getting harder and stiffer in his slacks from a wet kiss with tongue. so much so he slides his palms under your skirt to rest on your ass, panties being the only layer of fabric in between. you sharply inhale when he squeezes.

the kiss is messy, loud and desperate. you nip at his bottom lip, fingers raking up into his blonde locks and you yank at the strands to pull his head away from you. the pain in his scalp makes him grin and the grin makes your panties damp. the strong length of his neck is revealed to you as you take a breather from the assault on your mouth.

“you tryna punish me baby?” his eyes are half lidded as you let go of his hair, his head back to facing you again. he loves how you look in his lap before he fucks you. one dress strap falling off your shoulder to reveal more breast than before, your lips puffy, kiss bruised and your chest rising and falling to catch your breath.

“i should be but i feel like that would cause me more pain in the long run, right?”

you know your boyfriend that if you tease him enough, rough him up a little, he’ll just do it to you harder later. stunting your orgasm and would definitely make you beg.

his grin widens, all white teeth and pink gums. boldly he pulls your hips down to sit directly on top of him. his cock now resting between your folds. you gasp at the contact, willing yourself to not start rubbing on him yet, no matter how much you desire to.

“not true. i’ll let you bully me this time, i deserve it. then i’ll let you come as many fuckin’ times as you want. anythin’ you ask.”

you tug his earlobe causing a tiny laugh to spill out of him, “you promise?”

“i promise, pretty girl.”

you peck his lips, meeting his pout halfway and beginning to rock your hips on top of him. the hard curve of his cock brushing against your clit every time. you sink your teeth into your lip, wrapping your arms around his neck, your faces barely an inch apart.

“did you ever think of me when we were apart ‘ki?”

he scoffs, helping assist you with his hands on your hips to move faster, “y’know i fuckin’ did. couldn’t fuckin’ sleep without you.”

your head falls back for a second as pleasure shoots up and warms your lower stomach. “why didn’t you call then? why did you only text me once?” you ramble, pausing your ministrations to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers. katsuki can’t keep up, your desperate tone, your hands moving a million miles. so close to relief on his cock.

“huh? what?” is all he can offer, focused on your hand so close to him. he honestly thought this wouldn’t happen again.

you feel saliva pool in your mouth from just the sight of him through the black fabric of his underwear so when you finally take him out, his pretty pink tip, thick with veins you almost whine.

you spit on your hand and katsuki feels his chest burn, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. then you take his cock in your hand, beginning to yank at him and the beast of a man rumbles in pleasure. you hit at his jaw for him to pay attention, his eyes widen at the act and tries to focus on the frown on your face.

“what baby?”

“why didn’t you say anything? why did you have one of your men follow me around but you couldn’t ever come, huh?” you repeat, voice heightening in pitch, drowning in emotion. your hand begins to work him faster, vigorously like his orgasm is up to you. all of him is in your hands.

katsuki uncharacteristically splutters over his words, precum beading at his slit. he hisses as you brush your thumb over his most sensitive part to spread it over him. “i was givin’… i was fuckin’ givin’ you space. to think… to work it all out!” he groans, voice raising by the end as he grips your ass cheeks harder. “needed to make sure you were safe!” he’s almost there, he’s sure he’s about to come. eyes squeezing shut and his chest heaving.

“what did i say about raising your voice at me?” you spit, ripping your hand away from his cock to leave it an angry red standing tall against his chest. the room becomes silent, only katsuki’s stuttered heaving breaths breaking it. even his balls looked so painfully heavy, that you almost felt bad for dragging him away from orgasm. not bad enough to do something about it though.

“i didn’t... i wasn’t…” he mumbles, teeth gritted and face flushed. this is what he deserves. “i’m sorry, princess.”

you hum in acceptance and just as he leans in to start kissing your neck, you push him back to his chair and waft a hand in his face. “start unbuttoning your shirt. you’re easier to look at naked.”

katsuki feels if he gets any harder he’ll end up coming untouched and with the way you’re going now, you probably wouldn’t even let him touch you after that. there’s something about you, so lovely, so sweet being mean to him. it’s not even half of what he deserves, he knows you’d find it hard to be meaner than you are now so he won’t lie to himself, he loves it.

as his fingers dance across the buttons of his shirt, you lift yourself off his lap to sit on his desk. your legs swing back and forth, hands gripping the side of glazed wood as you lock eyes with katsuki. it’s quiet aside from him pulling off his shirt and blazer at the same time and then you flick your eyes over the pure eye candy bakugou katsuki is. he stays seated in his office chair, like an overgrown puppy looking to you for his next command. his cock is still twitching against his bare chest, with abs mimicking freshly baked bread rolls with muscles so defined he almost comes across sculpted. the things that show how human he is are the ones you find most beautiful. the scars that litter his chest are the ones you want to trace beneath your fingers. the tiny knife scratches to the massive slash against his left pectoral. the sight of him, combined with his masculine woody with a hint of caramel scent makes you feel your heartbeat in your panties.

“where d’you want me?” he whispers, careful to not drag you too far out of your daydream over his body. he wants you to touch him, needs you to but he’s not in control here.

you part your thighs, lifting the skirt of your dress to reveal the darkened patch of fabric between your legs. katsuki groans, scooting his chair closer to you but put your foot on the leather cushion of the chair to stop him.

“oh, baby.”

“i wanna fuck you but i haven’t been fucked in a while so i might be a lil tight. need you to stretch me out ‘ki.” your voice is cashmere soft yet full of authority. it drips in seduction, in controlled arousal that katsuki admires. a week ago you would have been jumping at him before you were half as wet as this.

“of course, my love,” he slides a hand on your thigh to which you accept, kneading the flesh slowly as you rest on your hands behind you. “fingers or my tongue?”

ruby-red eyes jump between your centre to your eyes, and if he was an animal in the wild, you’re sure his mouth would have been salivating over you. eager to start like you’re his last meal.

“both,” you state, “and on your knees. get rid of the chair.”

obediently, katsuki nods, getting down to kneel before you. for all the people that katsuki rules over; orders and owns, this is the only time he’ll ever be seen in this position. nobody but you is worthy of his respect like this. nobody but you.

he’s obsessed with how you don’t look at him, you simply lean back nonchalantly, pussy on the edge of his desk as you close your eyes, head hanging back. both your dress straps have fallen now and the urge to yank the fabric down to reveal more of your tits is one of the hardest mental fights he’s ever had to face.

he can’t help to ask, “lemme see your tits baby. please.”

your head whips up to glare at him on the ground, massive calloused hands playing with the band of your underwear as he glances up to your face then to your cleavage, the black of his pupil almost consuming the red of his iris.

you scoff at him, “what do you think this is? do what i say or the only place you’ll be coming is your bathroom.”

to your amusement, the mafia boss pouts with a childish grunt. even mumbles a “fine. ‘least i get to see your pussy.”

you let him get away with that as right after he pulls down your panties and moans at your glistening lips. the shine makes his cock ache between his legs but he wills himself to forget about it and focus on the task at hand, making you come so hard you never want to leave him again.

he lightly brushes two fingers up your slit, collecting as much of your juices as he can to start rubbing your puffy bud. “you’re so beautiful, baby. my pretty girl. all mine, all—,”

your hand snakes to the back of his head as you push his face right in between your legs. “shut up ‘ki.”

a high pitched moan rumbles through katsuki’s lungs at the scent of your pussy. oh, how he missed you. he uses his finger to circle your hole as his lips lock onto your clit and he sucks. harshly.

it feels as if somebody is dragging your soul out of your physical body at the sensation, heat bursting up into your stomach and tickling the tips of your fingers and toes. “finally putting some good use to your mouth.” you whine, brushing your hand through his hair as your eyes slide shut and you look to the ceiling, electricity shaking through your body.

you feel his grunt vibrate through you and you jump at the pinch you feel on your thigh. he pulls away, lips shiny from you as he starts to kitten lick at your clit. “mean.” he mumbles between licks and you shrug, “deserved.”

he rolls his eyes, sliding his two fingers into your warm hole, curving them up and easily reaching your softest point. you begin to rock your hips onto his fingers, your hand trailing from his hair to his bare shoulder and back to his hair like you’re trying to find some bearing.

“right there ‘ki. oh fuck,” you mewl, the squelch of your soaked insides sound pornographic throughout his office. you hope he thinks about you every time he does business in here. that is if he doesn’t already.

you finally end up gripping his hand that was just on your thigh, linking it with yours and love… what bakugou feels right now is more than love. he wants to give you everything you want, everything you desire. he wants you to use him but does it even count if he’s getting something out of it too?

he picks up the pace with his fingers, knowing the burning hot spark in you is about to snap, “so pretty baby. i love you, y’know. love you so much.” he slurs, wanting to get it out in case you tell him to shut up again. his mouth finds your clit again, rolling his tongue, licking and sucking the exact ways you love.

“i’m gonna come, ‘ki. i’m gonna—,” and it’s like a slingshot, the elastic getting pulled back as far as it can go and finally released through the air. he continues pumping his fingers, licking you through it all, feeling your legs clench and lock behind his head. he couldn’t breathe for shit, but he doesn’t mind. dying in your pussy would be a memorable way to go.

your brain numbs to a fuzz, only katsuki on your mind as white-hot pleasure radiates through every muscle and katsuki keeps going until you yank his head back by his hair.

he looks feral, glossy lips sucking his glossy fingers. his hair is all over the place and his neck and cheeks are red from the lack of air between your thighs. a moan rips through you at him licking your wetness off him, even as he takes it the extra mile to wipe his face with the back of his hand and lick that too.

you lean back fully on the table behind you, not caring for the paperwork you’re messing up. katsuki doesn’t care either. not when you look so fucked out, eyes almost closing and chest heaving from an orgasm he just gave you.

“did y’like that?” he asks smugly, but since he’s still kneeling on the floor, eyes zoned in on your pussy clenching around nothing, you push his head with your calf.

“you talk too much,” your stern glare is back on your face and katsuki can’t help but grin, laying pecks across your thighs and knees.

“sorry baby. what d’you want now?”

you think for a moment, sitting up and raising your arms in the air. “take my dress off.”

katsuki gets up to his feet with a speed like no other, humming at the prospect of seeing you completely. the new height on his feet has you directly in front of his bare chest, one you want to kiss and lick and feel. he still has his trousers on and cock out, one that’s painfully hard, blooming reds and purples by the head. you almost bring your arms down to touch him but katsuki’s quicker.

he begins bunching all the fabric from under your ass and sides, then under your breasts and slowly pulls it up and over your arms.

he feels like a nerdy kid like it’s his first time seeing a girl's tits. but it feels different, you so soft and pretty on his desk in his office. so beautifully naked, eager-eyed but a little slow from your orgasm. for all the wrongdoings that take place in here, you’re the purest thing that’s ever come by. his hands find your waist with a careful press, ogling your hardened nipples, “thank you.”

this time you actually laugh, tilting your head up to look at him. your hands brush across his chest, feeling him up however you please. “are you thanking me for letting you see my tits?”

katsuki frowns, the cutest pout on his lips. not completely but also yes, yes he was. “i thought you weren’t gonna let me today. y’know i’m always thankful for what you give me.”

you flick his nipple for that, forcing yourself not to smile for him but it slips through the cracks anyhow, “it’s not thanksgiving today ‘ki. and i took it off because i was hot. not for you.”

he just shrugs, leaning into you to kiss your neck. you tilt your head to the side to give him more space, your eyes fluttering shut at the little nibbles and sucks. “d’you want me to fuck you now, princess? however you want i can do it.” he whispers, so raspy that you’re agreeing before he’s finished his sentence.

“i want your cock now. i want you now. but under one condition.” katsuki flicks his head up to you, positioning himself with one hand on his hard cock and another palm on your lower back. he levels you with a desperate frown, his lips pouting like he’s about to start whining.

“what baby?”

“i’m coming twice before you do,” you state, both your hands flat on his abs before sliding up slowly to his pectorals, then collarbones to land on his shoulders. you tilt your head as his breath hitches at your smooth touch.

“yeah, ‘course,” he gulps, fist tightening on his cock as he’s mentally begging you for some relief, “i always let you come before me.”

you give a short laugh, your hands sliding to circle his neck, your thumbs pressing down at his windpipe. katsuki’s eyes flutter shut with a rumbling grunt, the weight of his body leaning forward into yours as he takes his hand from your back to steady himself on the edge of his desk. you stare with pride at how this man falls apart under your touch, how you know he’s been falling apart since you’ve been separated. his little speeches about how he loves you, how he needs you back in his life. to letting you choose how to have him in his office, his domain. you wonder how he’d feel if one of his subordinates walked in right now, all dopey and lightheaded with your hands around his neck.

then you release the pressure, katsuki’s eyes snapping open with one big spluttering inhale. you pay no mind to him, the left corner of your lip twitching as you lightly pat his cheek, “good to know, big boy. now hurry up.”

he doesn’t even give himself time to recover, lips pressing into your cheek as he pushes you back down onto his desk. “anythin’ for you, baby.”

he swipes the head of his cock up and down your slit, collecting all your juices over his length. he holds you steady, more for himself to not bust all over you but also to stop your hips from trying to grind up into him every time he brushes over your clit.

“katsuki, why are you playing? shove it in me before i find another man in this goddamn building who will!”

with that comment, katsuki grits his teeth and shoves his cock into you all in one go. you’re full to the brim of him, your mouth opening with the tightness and you swear it feels like he’s in your lungs. your back arches and your hand grabs at his bicep, fingernails leaving tiny crescent moons in his skin. “holy fuck, ‘ki.”

katsuki’s in the same place, a whining grunt as he can’t help but lean his whole body over yours, the new position making him go even further up inside of you. your walls are warm and tight, literally a perfect fit for him as you contract and squeeze around his length. tears spring to the corner of his eyes but he blinks them away before you notice. but once he hears another bubbling laugh from you he knows you’ve seen them, you notice everything about him.

he speaks up before you do, “you can say what you want, i don’t care. but don’t mention other men when you’re fuckin’ me.”

your smile makes you look like sunshine. the bright daylight casting over your face and chest, your eyes twinkling with arousal and he loves the feeling of your thighs pressed to your side as your ankles link around his back.

“to be fair, you weren’t fucking me yet. you put your fat cock in me after i said that. but fine, i don’t want a crybaby on my hands.” and you dare to pout at him, thumbs brushing the thin skin under his eyes and he’s a fool to fall for it even when you’re mocking him.

“i’m gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard you’ll be out of shit to say, princess.” once he’s deemed you’ve settled with his size inside of you, he rests his forearms beside your head, both your nipples brushing against each other. you bite your lip at the feeling and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“twice, ‘ki. once you make me come twice.”

katsuki huffs at your smartass, pulling out of your pussy till only his tip is inside before ramming in again and again. you squeal, quivering as his veiny cock rubs against your walls, every thrust prodding against your sweet spot every time.

katsuki tries to bite back his moan, but it slips through his lips. he jerks his hips again before starting a steady rhythm. his cock is shiny from your pleasure, your thighs and his balls coated in it. “actually three times. i’ve already fuckin’ made you come once with my tongue.”

your jolted moans, his loud groans, the sound of your skin slapping against each other and the wet soppy sounds of your pussy makes you wrap his arms around his neck to drag him closer like you can’t get enough. katsuki lets you. he welcomes the intimacy of it all, the pressure of your arms at his neck, your hot breaths on his cheek.

“d’you like that, my pretty girl? you’re so beautiful—.”

you grip the bottom of his chin to pull his lips to yours. your teeth click together at first, arousal high with coordination low. then katsuki sucks your bottom lip, staring down at you as your eyes reflexively shut. your body rocks up into his, and he feels you clench around him, swallowing him up when he lets go of your lip.

“i’m gonna come ‘ki. i really wanna… come,” you rasp, your hand, so small compared to his reaches down between you both to play at your clit. a layer of sweat covers your forehead and chest, as you work yourself to completion. katsuki keeps his hips swirling into you, pecking your cheek and jaw, “c’mon baby, c’mon lemme see you fall apart.”

and you do. it feels like a cord inside you has been cut, shocks spilling inside your body. your hand speeds up and katsuki, ever so sweetly, brushes your hair out of your face as your lips open to let out a high pitched moan.

“there we go princess,” katsuki grins, ignoring the way his cock is painfully hard inside of you, “let’s get another one outta you now.”

you’re still trying to recover, eyes droopy with lethargy as your move your hand away from your clit. “no… no more ‘ki that was e—enough,” you whisper, your head lolling to the side as you try to catch your breath.

but katsuki doesn’t accept it yet, he rubs his thumb slowly over your clit, feeling your body tremble in overstimulation and he begins a slower pace with his hips. “you wanted two, didn’t you? i can go slower for you. ‘can make this one sweet.”

and it is sweet, so… romantic. you’re putty in his hands, hips too tired to roll back into his but every time he wants you to mewl, you do with a flick of his thumb. katsuki gazes at the jiggle of your breasts at every thrust, tries to numb his brain from your fluttering walls and when he reaches your eyes the hard mask your wore before has disappeared. he guesses two orgasms can do that to you.

“you okay, huh?” he asks tenderly and you nod, shaky breaths falling from your lip.

then suddenly, but expected, your third orgasm comes right after your last. this time it feels intense, sparks flying to the tips of your body, heat spreading to every limb. you spasm under him, barely coherent with tears bubbling on your waterline as you whine, “love you ‘ki… love you s’much…”

his voice is strained, his cock trembling for release, “i know y’do baby. i know.” he kisses your lips, your cheeks, before brushing his lips over your ear, “y’gonna let me come now, princess? i needa come so bad.”

if you weren’t so fucked out you would have laughed at his desperate tone, but you can only give a tiny nod, “yes.”

katsuki feels like he’s found old batteries that have a little bit of energy left. he still lays close to you, giving two strong thrusts till he releases. a bear-like groan comes from the man as his hips jolt and stutters to coat your walls white. it feels like he’s coming for ages, so much needing to come out of him but he assumes this is at least a week's worth of come he saves for you. the feeling of the spurt makes you sigh, feeling it drip out of your pussy and onto the table and your asscheeks.

after it all, you both lay connected on top of katsuki’s desk. he has his arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his forehead on the table beside your head. he was so large he completely covered you in this position.

“i love you,” katsuki murmurs, so softly you’re unsure it came from the man, “and i am sorry.”

you rub your palm up and down his back, “it’s okay now and i’m sorry for being mean to you. guess i got caught up in it.” your laugh feels like fresh air and makes his chest rumble too.

“don’t apologise. i really fuckin’ liked it. saw a new side of you there.”

“you’ll be sorry you said that because i can have her return in the future.”

“happily.”

with the feeling of being sticky being too much to bear, you shifted your attention to the door in his office, “is that your bathroom? do you have a shower in there?”

katsuki lifts his head, rising to his full height slowly. his hair was a crazy mess and he looks like he could do with a quick nap. he takes your hand in his pulling you up too. “who has a shower in their office?” he scoffs though his cheeks flush with a laugh about to bubble up.

you roll your eyes, “you do katsuki,” you push him back a little so you can jump off the table. both your faces scrunch up when he slides out of you. “to scrub the blood off your enemies or something.”

you begin to strut to his en-suite bathroom, stark naked with his release dripping down your thigh. katsuki wills his cock not to get hard again because he knows you can’t handle another round in the shower. “wow. already makin’ jokes are we?”

one of his strides takes up about two and a half of yours so he moves with stealth, wrapping his arms around your waist again as you giggle a squeal.

“how about we shower and go home after?”

you glance up to the mirror to find him already staring back at you. scarlet eyes easy and honest, a cute smile on his face too as he rocks you from side to side. you almost sigh leaning back into his chest, pressing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“what about work?”

“would rather spend my time with you. every day and after.”

Everybody respects the priest, treats him like their God even. They kneeled in front of him, asking for advice and seeking guidance to help them from their debacles. Iwaizumi, the most revered man in Miyagi.

But not you, you don't give a damn about what he is. About what he's position is. You want him and only him, to cleanse your deepest part, to cleanse your unholiness, to seek relief and to reach the bliss from heaven.

Nobody expected, nobody could see what you were doing, no one can see how the priest's dick is inside your mouth, hiding inside the pulpit. Not unless Priest Hajime made even the littlest mistake, the littlest moan or else he'd be done for.

“The house of God..” he trailed off, resisting the urge to moan from the pleasure. Your mouth is warm, so tempting, so unholy. But God, it felt like ecstacy.

Your tongue licking the underside of his cock, swallowing it deeper into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat. You feel so divine, so taboo yet so addictive.

“We must stray from temptations! They are just-” he continues with his sermon. If you're one of the crowds you wouldn't notice that his acting is a bit off, not strict like usual, his sermons are so hilarious even– it's like he's trying to say that to himself, ‘to resist the temptation’.

“We must fear for what will happen if we are te-tempted by t-the” bobbing your head up and down rapidly, Iwaizumi's voice started to falter, small moans started to slip from his tongue, his eyes twitching indicating his near release.

It's entertaining to see how he tried so hard to finish his sermons quicker, to make them leave but no– he just started, it's just the beginning.

“T-the demons are hng” one particular buck on your mouth had him cumming down your throat, his face flushed as he tried to ride out his high, and to remove his sensitive cock inside you. He doesn't want to do it anymore– he wants you to stay quiet until he finishes his words.

Maybe then he'll punish you for tempting the holy priest.

But no, you weren't someone he could easily stop. You're unstoppable, so wild and tempting. He couldn't possibly stop even if he wanted to.

“Come on father, we're just starting.”

he notices you in class on monday, furiously taking notes with different colored pens, highlighters, your notes meticulously written and organized with the precision of a previous gifted kid. he grins and turns back to face the front, making note of your position and seat.

on wednesday, he’s in class early, earlier than you (which is a feat in and of itself) and plants himself in the chair beside yours, spreading out the neat looking notes he stole from armin (they’re for an entirely different class but he doesn’t think you’ll notice. you do.) to make him look like.. well, you.

you only give him a brief glance before settling down and setting up your own things, pen poised at the ready for any and all information your professor will give.

eren copies your position and takes down notes just like you. pen, highlighter, sticky notes, pen, highlighter, sticky notes, pen, highlighter, sticky notes, until the class is over, you’re packing up your things and he still hasn’t spoken a word to you.

connie and jean laugh at him when he tells them about the situation. “you actually took notes dude? for a girl?” and so on and so forth. he turns bright red in embarrassment and buries his head in his arms, briefly wondering if this whole thing is even worth it. then you walk past the coffee shop window and you’re laughing and smiling and eren almost feels like shitting his pants.

so, he continues. every class, without fail, he finds himself sitting next to you, taking notes and listening to the lecture until the end of class when you leave without a word or a glance.

it’s frustrating. can’t you tell he’s trying? so hard? some days he purposefully forgets his pen so that he can ask you for one, to which you reply, “take better care of your things yeager.” you said his last name. you know who he is. he feels his cock throb in his jeans.

absently, he notes he’s never been this invested in a conquest before. usually, he doesn’t even have to try. he just bats his pretty, long lashes, flashes them a crooked smirk, shakes his hair from his bun, and they’re putty in his hands.

you, though. you’re different.

he’s not sure what it is about you that has him so.. obsessed. he thinks about you constantly, he follows you through the quad in a hoodie so you can’t recognize who he is, he even memorizes your room number and notes where you put your spare dorm key. it’s insane, eren knows, but he just can’t. he can’t let you go.

in class, he’s barely making any progress but that’s okay. he’s willing to wait it out for you.

luckily for him, he doesn’t have to wait too long.

your american lit class is assigned a project, one that should last over the span of four weeks and your professor assigns you and eren together.

it’s like a dream come true.

you exchange phone numbers and social media accounts but you’re just as closed off in text as you are in person. he doesn’t doubt he can break your steely resolve with cute messages and charming selfies but he just wishes you’d show him a bit of the energy he gives you back.

if only just a drop.

———-//-———

it’s a tuesday night and eren is bored.

he debates on messaging armin or connie to hang out but armin is studying for his exam on criminal prosecution and connie is probably fucking his girlfriend in the back of the library. he briefly entertains the idea of hanging out with jean but the thought makes his stomach turn and a bad taste grow in his mouth. no, not him. then who?

suddenly, his eyes widen and he lunges for his phone, opening up a familiar contact and sending a text, the little gray box joining the rest of unanswered messages covering his phone screen. it isn’t enough to deter him though as he settles down for a response, a satisfied little grin on his face.

it takes much shorter than he anticipated for a text to come through, the little ping sending him scrambling and unlocking it eagerly, ready to consume whatever you have to offer.

me (8:39p): hey!!!!! what r u doin????? i’m bored :(

literature baddie <3 (9:08p): Homework. Like you should be doing.

me (9:09p): hw is so lammmmeeee ;((((

me (9:12p): come hang out w me!!!!! :D i’m a lot of fun promise :))))))

literature baddie <3 (9:19p): I’m not leaving my bed.

me (9:20p): thennnnnnn

me (9:21p): can i come over?????

eren waits with bated breath for the response - most of him realizes the chances of you actually saying yes are slim to none but.. he feels good about this. maybe, his work is finally paying off and he’ll have you in his grasp, just like he wanted all along.

the phone pings. he jumps.

literature baddie <3 (9:32): Door’s open.

euphoria overtakes him. holy fucking shit, you actually said yes. he leaps out of bed and pulls on his most flattering pair of gray sweats (they frame his dick print just right), pocketing his phone and then darting out the door.

being incredibly eager, he doesn’t realize you never told him your dorm building or room number and he definitely shouldn’t know where it is, but he can’t let this opportunity pass. he practically runs to your building across campus, arriving at your door with a sheen of sweat across his skin and a pretty pink flush over his face.

before he can even knock though, you open the door, clad in only an oversized tee shirt and fuzzy socks, your gaze sharp and searching as you pull him in.

everything is moving so fast, so fast that he doesn’t notice this.. alertness about you, this aura that you’ve never shown him before. you’re always meek in class, quiet, but this is so not that.

you stalk around him, like a predator to its prey, before stopping by the foot of your bed, arms crossed across your chest and a dark look in your eyes.

“you’re a fuckin creep, you know that yeager?”

…what?

you - you know? his heart stops in his chest and he debates running for the door but when he sees your face - hungry, feral - suddenly, eren wants to see where this goes.

he gulps before shaking his head in denial despite knowing good and well he’d crossed the threshold of “normal” a long, long time ago. he knows you know it too, judging by the disbelieving scoff you let out, your head tilting to the side as you stare him down.

“and now you’re lying to me. pathetic.” you shake your head in disapproval and the sight makes eren want to drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness but - but that isn’t what he does. that isn’t who he is. he’s the one who makes girls cry, he’s the one who laughs a little too long and a little too condescendingly at someone confessing to him.

who do you think you are? fucking with the eren yeager? he’ll never bend to your will, not even if his life is on the line. (distantly, he recognizes that this anger welling up inside him was absolutely your intention, if your smirk is anything to go by, but he’s getting too pissed to care.)

it’s his turn to scoff, stepping up closer to you. “i’m pathetic?” he laughs, patronizing, and takes another step. “you’re the bitch who invited me over in the first place. what, were you hoping you’d get a taste of my cock? well newsflash,” — another step — “only good girls get the pleasure of me giving them the best dicking of their lives. and let’s not kid ourselves. we both know,” — he leans in to whisper in your ear — “you’re not fucking good.”

eren pulls away, a satisfied smirk crossing his lips but it falters when he takes in your expression. you look like you’re about to burst into laughter - your eyebrows are raised, you’re biting your lower lip and you look like you took none of that seriously, his ego taking a massive hit.

your grin widens as his falls. “are you done? feel better about yourself now that you’ve put up a fight?” you ask, voice dripping in sugar coated condescension. when he doesn’t respond, you nod a little to yourself, lifting your hand to pat him on the cheek just on the right side of hard, leaving his cheek stinging as you pull away.

“good.” you move from his front to walk around his body, your eyes sharp and appraising as you look him over. eren stays still, body taut and thrumming with unresolved anger but he doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life. you finally come back to your first spot directly in front of him and you cock your head in his direction, seemingly coming to a decision.

“here’s what’s going to happen: i am going to give you the best orgasm of your life, you are going to leave and we will never, ever talk again. you’ll stop following me, stop talking to my friends about me,” —how did you even know about that?—“and you will change classes so i won’t see have to see your disgusting ass during my week. am i understood?”

despite your harsh words, eren nods eagerly at your terms. honestly? he believes the whole situation is a net positive - he gets to sleep with a hot girl (who is, yeah, admittedly really fucking mean but he’s leaking pre in his boxers so it’s still a positive) and he doesn’t even have to worry about you trying to date him after it’s over.

it’s the best case scenario, one that already has him pulling down his sweats and boxers, his fat, leaking cock springing free and hitting his abdomen. he hisses at the feeling of the cool air sweeping over the head of his tip, his hand wrapping around it and pumping it gently while his hips jerk in tandem, eyes sliding to half mast.

he knows he looks good naked, knows he looks even better jerking off but you look wholly unimpressed, sitting down at the foot of your bed, still fully dressed and playing on your phone. he’s not expecting the way his cock jumps in his hand at the sight of your obvious inattention but that familiar anger wells up alongside the arousal, his hand reaching out to snatch up your phone and tossing it back on your bed.

you look up at him, pissed, and pride wells up in his chest. he moves forward to taunt you, to rub it in your face that he finally got a reaction out of you but you stand back up to face him, slapping his own hand away from his cock and replacing it with your own. his hips push his length into your loose fist with a sharp moan, his arms wrapping around your shoulders to hold him up at the new sensations zapping down his spine.

in this new position, your lips are positioned right by his ear, giving you the perfect position to whisper things that he never imagined would make his legs shake and whines escape. “you just wanted my attention, is that it? wanted someone to fuck you up like you deserved? like the slut you are? no one else could do this to you like i can, no one.”

he knows you’re right, of course you’re right, and the thought that he might never get this again makes him sob out, his cock frantically chasing your hand that’s rapidly jerking him off. eren feels his hands gripping a little too hard at your arms, fingers digging into your skin, and you stop. you fucking stop. you tighten your grip at the base of his dick to hold him off (yes, he was close already) and he chokes on a cry.

you let go of his now purpling cock, leaving it bobbing, before maneuvering out of his grip. you ignore his babbles and pleas to walk behind him and push him onto your bed stomach first, his erection hitting the cool, soft sheets beneath him with a gasp.

eren doesn’t know what you’re going to do to him, his confusion and arousal only intensifying when you position yourself behind him, dragging his lower body up by his hips so that he’s presenting for you.

it’s humiliating - his cock hangs hard and heavy in between his thighs while his hole clenches like it knows it’s being watched. no one has ever - he’s never even thought of putting anything up.. there and he definitely wasn’t planning on it anytime soon but..

he tries to lift himself up on shaky arms and protest but he’s stopped by your palm at the back of his head, slamming his face down into your pillows. he gasps but can’t breathe, your cotton pillowcase pressed flush against his nose and his eyes squeezed shut.

you laugh at his sputtering before lifting your palm from his head and walking back to where his ass is raised and on display, your hand coming to slap the twitching hole, making his entire body jump and lurch forward. he moans, loud, long and unexpected - why did that feel so good? but as most good things with you, it didn’t last.

he listens to you rummaging around behind him before hearing a very deliberate shuttering sound - a photo, the flash briefly illuminating his tan skin. his eyes widen in fear and he tries to sit up again, a choked, “w-what-?” leaving his lips but you ignore it, ignore him, to slap at one of his asscheeks. hard.

it stings but his cock isn’t going soft - it’s getting impossibly harder - and it’s disorienting. eren is confused, hard, humiliated and most of all, afraid, a cocktail of emotions that he’s never felt before and that make it nearly impossible to move, impossible to escape.

but does he even want to?

eren doesn’t have time to examine that thought process because before he knows it, the wet, warm slide of your tongue makes its way over his furled hole. you lap at it, make it loud, messy, and he can feel your spit slipping down between his cheeks and dripping down his balls.

it’s a little gross but it feels so fuckin good, he doesn’t even care you now have a picture of him like this, exposed for you, to use as you please. all he’s focused on is your tongue pressing past the rim of his ass, the feeling of you stretching him open - even just a little - making his arms buckle beneath him and his mind race.

he knows you said this would be the only interaction like this the two of you would have but eren can’t help but wonder what it would be like to have you inside him, fucking him hard and deep, using him how you want and absolutely destroying him.

that thought - one of your cock pressing inside him, inch by agonizing fucking inch - sends him hurtling towards the edge, a puddle of precum steadily leaking from him pooling on the sheets beneath him as he babbles anything he can get past his lips.

“o-oh god, please - fuckin please, l-let me cum, fuckfuckfuck, wanna c-cum for you - all for y-you-”

you laugh meanly against his hole, the feeling vibrating through him and making his eyes roll back harshly. his whole body is trembling with the weight of his arousal and his need to cum and thankfully, you choose to grant his wish.

you pull away briefly - making him sob out a whine - only to push two fingers into his loosened, sloppy hole. “look at you, dirty fucking slut. cum, cum right fucking now.”

your words, in tandem with your fingers zeroing in on his prostate and pressing against it, has him cumming immediately, his orgasm crashing over him and overwhelming him, his cock releasing spurt after spurt of cum onto your blankets.

it’s electric and consuming, his body taut and shaking with its strength, while you finger him through it (a kindness he knew you didn’t have to, and wouldn’t afford him again), carefully bringing him down to collapse face down on your bed, to fall asleep in a pool of his own jizz.

he’s never passed out from an orgasm before but he can’t bring himself to mind when he wakes up, loose-limbed and pleasantly relaxed. eren cringes a little at the stickiness accompanied with the copious amounts of cum he’d spilled on your sheets only the night before but ultimately ignores it. nothing could bring his mood down, not even the lack of your presence.

eren sighs and moves to clean himself up and get dressed before you return but something on the nightstand catches his eye. it’s the picture you took of him, his back arched and darkened rim on display, asscheeks red and splotchy from your attack on them and his cock heavy and hanging between his thighs.

it’s unexpectedly hot and his length gives a little interested twitch against his thigh, heat curling in his belly. there’s clearly no time for that now though, so he folds it carefully and places it in his phone case, only to recognize another piece of paper, strategically placed by your lamp.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion as he picks it up, unfolding it and reading over it carefully. it’s a class transfer form, already filled out in your clean, clear handwriting, just awaiting his signature at the bottom left.

despite himself, a grin spreads across his lips. now faced with the prospect, with the very idea of never seeing you again, he knows it’s not gonna happen. eren has you, and now that he does, he’s not going to let you go.

the cum dries sticky on his inner thighs. he signs the dotted line. he smiles.