Pretty Boy Stories

His troubles sharpened when he was invited to someone else’s home for dinner. He knew from friends that asking someone to accommodate a meatless diet or even an allergy could be troublesome enough so he paled when imagining giving someone specific requests on what to cook because he needed his quirk to do a specific thing the following day.

So when your parent had proposed dinner of all things to get to know him it made him more nervous than just the thought of meeting his partner’s parent had in the first place. Would being difficult this early reflect poorly on him, on his relationship to you?

But Tamaki had chosen his partner carefully and well. The moment the dinner invitation came you’d already reassured him and asked to tell you what his plans for his quirk were around that time so you could make the request yourself.

And so he was in your childhood home, eating homemade takoyaki because he had a stealth mission planned tomorrow.

“You’re just their type,” your parent chuckled as he served the food. “I swear, if you were in a room full of people and they’d told me to guess who their omega was I would have picked you out right away.”

Tamaki smiled shyly, unsure how to respond to that, but you were there to chuckle and roll your eyes before sending Tamaki a smile. “Well, it would help that I have high standards and he’d be the prettiest person in any room. Oh, the sauce is really good, omma.”

He nodded along. It really was and the consistency of the takoyaki was just right too. It was hard to slow down to eat and not burn his tongue. 

~

Katsuki

You didn’t think there was a way to feel underdressed when going to your parents house. The sweatpants and twice worn shirts you usually had on to pay a quick visit surely set the expectations appropriately.

It wasn’t so much the location though and more so the comparison to the person you were going with that made you think you’d missed a dress code memo.

The combination of a red sweatshirt and a white dress shirt collar peeking out from underneath certainly looked nice on Katsuki. Red always did. It brought out his eyes and the colour on his cheeks and despite the rarity with which he used makeup that wasn’t eyeliner under his hero mask his application was always characteristically skillful. Katsuki didn’t do anything without showing people up. Both were unexpectedly high effort considering the occasion though.

“You’re looking fancy,” you commented as much as you watched him apply his eyeliner in one swift and precise move, leaning on the bathroom's doorframe. “I told you we’re just going to their house, right?”

He glared at you through the mirror. It looked even more beautiful than usual with the added sharpness.

“Aww, are you dressing up for my parents? That’s so cute.” you cooed. There was just a tiny detail he was missing. “But Tsuki, they already know you.”

“They know me as your classmate,” he countered, neatly putting his makeup utensils back into their little bag.

“They know you as my friend. We’ve been living together for months. The only thing that changed is that they assume we fuck now,” you said. “Actually… I’m not sure they weren’t already assuming that.”

Katsuki made an angry, flustered noise but shook his head. “They specifically invited us to dinner after you told them about us. It’s a thing. If you want to look like a slob, that's your business.”

“Hey, this is a nice shirt,” you argued. “You got me this shirt.”

He ignored you in favour of checking his pockets for his phone and throwing you the keys to the car. 

When Vil had first suggested the idea of letting you join for his heat you’d become somewhat of an expert on omega anatomy, in a very formal, medical and non-sexy sense. 

While a lot of it felt like studying Semantics (Yes, I am aware that a nice smell from the scent gland means the omega is in a good mood. Thank you for verifying it scientifically) there was good information in there too (Despite being unnecessary for it slick production still happens frequently in soft heats and while uncommon in both cases wetting can happen just as with sexual heats so preparations in that regard should look similar).

However, despite your best efforts, you had started building preconceptions of what Vil’s heat would look like, a fictional version of him that was soft and clingy and less strict. You’d even prepared how you would handle the switch in behaviour, neither wanting to glamorise nor discourage it. 

Turns out you needn’t have bothered.

Vil had called on you when a heat hit outside of his schedule though you wouldn’t have gathered he was in pre-heat if it wasn’t for the pretty scent. The familiar deep and dark version of vanilla - amber - enveloped you but even without prior experience you could map the extra spike of sweetness to his approaching heat.

He was neither frantic nor soft about it. Instead Vil seemed mostly annoyed. 

“I knew I had too many photoshoots scheduled this month,” he complained by way of greeting when you entered his dorm room. “Overworking myself a little has never been a problem before.”

That last part was accompanied by a pointed look in your direction to which you couldn’t help but show amusement.

“I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience of having triggered your body’s natural mechanism to get an appropriate amount of rest, darling,” you offered. “I’ll make sure to be less supportive around the next time you want to overwork yourself.”

Vil huffed as he placed an empty laundry basket in your hands.

“Bring over some of your clothing,” he instructed. “No underwear, no sportswear and nothing that has been worn more than twice. Fold it before putting it in the basket.”

You moved the basket to balance it on your hip to free one hand and cup Vil’s cheek with it. “Say please.”

His eyes softened, as did his posture and he took a deep breath before looking at you properly for the first time since you’d entered. He leaned into your hand and placed his hand over it.

“Please,” he said calmly. “If you could handle a list of food items from the shop as well? I’m usually more prepared for my heats than this. I hadn’t gotten around to replenishing everything yet and I still have to construct a nest that has to fit two people at that.”

“It would be my pleasure,” you assured him, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips. “Anything else you want me to handle?”

Vil hesitated.

“No,” he said finally. “But I ought to remind you: I do not wish for you to touch me inappropriately. This isn't that kind of heat. I want you here for company, not sex, and actual conversation, not dirty talk.”

“I know, beautiful,” you assured him, moving your hand to hold his and guide it towards you, kissing the back of it. “I’m here for my comforting, stable presence, not my handsomeness that makes your knees go weak all the same.”

Vil rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Did you wear the sleepwear I gave you yet?” 

“Just last night,” you confirmed and delighted in the way Vil’s face lit up. “Want me to put it on for your heat?”

“That would be lovely.”

It was a night suit set with the inside something softer, more comfortable and the outside made of silk, pleasant for Vil to rub against. Not that he’d done so yet but you assumed that was the purpose.

You brought it along with a few respectable articles of clothing: two shirts, a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. Something about the still quite clean clothes bugged you but if Vil claimed these were sufficient you supposed they would have to do. You were there for the scent source anyway.

The items on his shopping list were easy enough to obtain and you took the liberty of adding a box of swiss chocolates that Vil would scold you for. How persuasive would you have to be to let him feed you some?

When you tried entering his dorm room again it was locked. Ah, so Vil had likely taken off the makeup and forgone the heels now and no longer deemed himself presentable to the public. You knocked before unlocking the door with the key you’d been given.

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I-”

This was a soft heat, you reminded yourself when you came face to lace with your stunning partner lounging in the middle of his lavish nest wearing a short silk dress. 

Lingerie.

You nearly choked on spit. The lavender dress draped beautifully over your omega of course but it also pulled your attention strangely to his unfairly gorgeous long legs as though you hadn’t been aware of those before.

“Wh-” You coughed when your voice gave out. “Is this why you explicitly reminded me that it’s not sexual today?” you asked. “Because that was a good call.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he tutted and the sound made you look up at his face. “If this was sexual I would have gone for lace. I much prefer it aesthetically. Silk is good for my skin and regulates my body’s temperature during heat.”

Naturally. 

You were half sure he was half fucking with you but also who really cared when Vil Schönheit lay in front of you in lingerie and looked up at you like it was the most natural state for him to be in.

“I’m not complaining,” you said with the most polite tone you could muster before going to the space on the bed Vil had left open for you.

His hair was up in a ponytail which wasn’t just great because you loved a high ponytail on Vil but also because it freed his scent gland more. 

That familiar scent of amber was still layered with all sorts of accompanying notes that you couldn’t place and knew weren’t his own but skillfully added to enhance his natural scent. You hoped heat would tilt the composition in his natural scent’s favour out of sheer curiosity.

It didn’t take too long for Vil to drape those long, slender legs over your lap and rest his head against your collarbone. Periodically he nosed at your scent gland. 

“You’re so quiet,” you commented after a while of uncharacteristic silence and he hummed.

You had known him for a long time and had been there when he’d learned to express what he was in the mood for with a tilted head and sharp eyes that peeked through lashes because he knew how captivating you found them. 

He waited a beat in case you disapproved and when you didn’t, placed his arms on your shoulders. Katsuki was horny and you wondered whether the chili you smelled from the kitchen had postponed his finding you to make use of the mood.

You spread your palms over his waist before letting them wander under his shirt. He helped along by slipping out of it and smirking when your eyes caught on certain parts.

“What are you in the mood for?” you asked fondly. It wasn’t often Katsuki made his interest in sexual intimacy known with this little prelude.

“I don’t care. Just touch me,” he said as his fingers danced along your nape. “And kiss.”

That you could most certainly do.

You started kissing the neck that he’d so helpfully offered as your fingers traced over his hip bones and the lines between his abs. 

Katsuki’s breath hitched when you started teasing along the sensitive spots on his waist and gave a low moan when you spread your hands over his naked waist once more to give more focus to his collarbone where you kissed and grazed with your teeth.

It was summer so you had to wait with the proper bites and sucks until you reached his upper chest. His summer costume didn’t hide enough to move as freely around his neck as you liked to do when he wore the high collar of his winter costume.

Katsuki’s hips bucked when your tongue flicked over a nipple and he returned your affection with a few pecks to your temple.

Then his muscles that had been slowly, gradually loosening tensed once more. 

They weren’t rigid in discomfort. Instead of the unyielding tenseness of Katsuki’s body after a bad office day or a good fight it was the casual composure he carried on weekends. What it decidedly wasn’t was someone giving himself over to pleasure though.

In the brief moment before your brain caught up you heard the difference too. Katsuki never performed pleasure but now his noises were fully involuntary - still ones of pleasure but not of desire.

You leaned away with a gentle smile. “Passed?”

His brows were already furrowed in dismay. “Yes,” he said before assuring you. “I was good though.”

“I know it was.” It wasn’t arrogance, despite what Katsuki’s look suggested. You just knew his body’s tells of pleasure as well as you knew the signs that it was no longer what he wanted.

He looked at you conflicted. Katsuki wasn’t one to apologise for things outside of his control but in these moments you sometimes thought he came close.

You kissed between his brows.

“This is annoying. At this rate I’m going to stop being aroused just because I’ll be nervous I’ll stop being aroused.”

“I think this beats having to stop when we’re already, uh, further along,” you said. “I always feel a little bad when that happens.”

“You have just as little to feel bad about as I do.”

You smiled, smoothing over his frown once more, this time with your thumb between his brows.

“Agreed. Aftercare now?”

Katsuki scoffed but you didn’t care that this particular horny mood had only amounted to some light making out. Proper horny moods left him emotionally raw all the same and from his lack of further protest Katsuki agreed.

He slid off your lap and snuggled into the crook of your arm instead.

“Your assistant spilled on your patrol route.”

That was probably technically not allowed but his assistant had always liked you and especially you and Neito together so he’d been more than happy to send you Neito’s way to surprise him.

Neito looked between you and the pedestrian crowd and you shared the sentiment. A hug was in order. Not necessarily appropriate in the middle of the street though. You walked next to him instead.

“I could have picked you up at the airport,” he said before looking you up and down, your hero suit more precisely. “Surely you don’t intend to work already?”

“Eh, it helps beat the jet leg.” You shrugged and grinned, not taking your eyes off him for a moment.

“Jet leg? When did you arrive?”

“In Musutafu? ‘Bout an hour ago,” you replied. “Sorry I took so long. This was the first time I arrived in this city by train.”

Musutafu had its own airport but this time you’d arrived in Osaka, your agency cutting costs.

“You’re ridiculous. You could have waited until morning.”

“And miss your beautiful face for multiple more hours?”

Neito snorted but still smiled bashfully. With his head tilted his bangs covered more of his eyes but you caught the happy creases. This was more than worth the torturous long haul flight and not many things were.

“I missed you too,” he replied.

“Good.”

You pushed lightly at his shoulder and he easily let you as you guided the both of you around a corner into a tighter, darker street. Once he was against a wall his arms wrapped around your neck and you pressed close, holding onto his waist as you pressed your lips to his. The kiss felt romantic despite evolving into tongue and teeth quickly.

“How long are you in Japan for?” Neito asked, gasping a little when he parted from you, his voice cracking in the middle as he gulped.

“Two months,” you said. “Enough time for you to show me the rest of the tourist traps Musutafu has to offer.”

Neito smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back, grin once more as happy hormones flooded your body. You were back in Japan with him.

“Your Japanese is better than last time,” he commented and you raised your chin proudly before winking.

“I practice. Flirting’s hard at an N2 level.”

“You managed just fine.”

You chuckled and shook your head. You remembered how you’d shifted from deep conversation to clumsy interaction back then, Neito kind enough to patiently wait for you to find your words or correct your grammar and intonation. “I was very lucky the language barrier didn’t stop me from meeting your high standards but I want to be able to freely express my thoughts and feelings about you.”

That switched Neito’s expression to a little awestruck and he practically hung of your neck, looking at you expectantly but you only grinned, squeezing him once more.

“When does your patrol end?” you asked.

Neito cleared his throat and took a deep breath before extracting himself and you took a step back to let him brush himself off. You got the distinct impression that he’d let himself forget he was meant to be working.

“I’ll report back to my agency in an hour.”

“Perfect,” you said. “Let me take you out to dinner afterwards. We have a lot of dates to catch up on.”

~

You looked out the window of Neito’s apartment. It was still the same one as last time. It felt strangely like coming home.

“I thought the jet leg would have you knocked out for hours instead of making you wander around my apartment in the middle of the night.” Neito shuffled out of the bedroom towards where you stood with a blanket tucked under his arms and wrapped around himself. 

You knew it was his modesty but it made him look like something out of a movie, especially with the moonlight illuminating him.

“Bathroom trip,” you answered, wrapping your arms around him. “You look beautiful.”

“You keep saying that,” he said with a smile on his lips.

“I keep thinking it,” you replied as your eyes shifted to his. “Neito, I love you.”

You heard his breathing stutter and saw his eyes widen before he swallowed.

“...are you sure you know what those words mean?” he asked. “It wouldn’t do well if you’d just gotten them from a Translator app.”

You laughed.

“I’m very sure.” There were few things you were more sure of. “I would have told you last time but I wanted to be able to express it properly.”

He bit his lip before slowly bringing his arms around your neck and pressing close. You wrapped your arms around his waist and the blanket half dropped onto them. 

“Fuck this,” he finally cursed, moving with enough force to make some of the water spill as he settled in front of you instead, crossing his arms as he leaned his head back on your chest and looked up. 

You were happy to bring your arms around him. This position was what you’d intended in the first place. 

“I didn’t realise this would make you uncomfortable,” you told Katsuki as you idly caressed his sides. “You didn’t have to agree.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed. “Was just weird to present my genitals to you like that.”

“And I was so politely keeping my eyes on your face. You know you could have just closed your legs.”

He glared in response, sinking deeper into the water, and you felt his hair as his head slid down your chest.

His feet were now propped up against the bathtub’s end. In this position he couldn’t spread his legs out. Neither could you. The tub was deep but not long. You found it cozy though, like cuddling but with hot water instead of duvets and pillows surrounding you and Katsuki’s nudity against yours without the implication of anything sexual.

“It’s nice,” Katsuki offered despite his still somewhat grumpy tone.

“You sound like you hate it.”

“No, I just-” He let out a huff. “I feel naked.”

You smiled and he seemed to sense it, or maybe you were just predictable, looking up once more and frowning.

“Shut up. I know I’m naked but I don’t usually feel this naked around you anymore. It’s annoying.”

“I feel naked too,” you agreed. “I find it nostalgic though. I used to feel this way whenever I was fully nude in front of you. It’s a fun reminder.”

“Sure, fun,” Katsuki scoffed but you felt the way his shoulders relaxed against you at the admission of the feeling being mutual. 

You hummed as you let your hands trace the shape of his body, stroking the most prominent spots of fat and muscle and indulging in the different levels of softness. 

Katsuki’s head lulled to the side a little as your fingers made their way along his arms and to his hands, carefully massaging those permanently stiff parts of your partner. His skin was soft all over but especially here. You could tell even under the water.

“Should have let me help you shower before the bath,” you murmured into his ear. “Being pampered always makes you more relaxed.”

“You can dry me off after the bath.”

“Why, thank you,” you chuckled at his ever so slightly slurred speech. 

Of course you had brought up the idea of a shared bath with your own interests in mind. The idea of a naked Katsuki snuggled up to you was never not tempting and you loved few things more than experiencing him in all his natural states of vulnerability. However, you had also had a suspicion he’d have a good time. You’d get him to accept the offer of a massage soon enough. He’d relaxed quicker than you’d expected.

“‘m gonna fall asleep at this rate,” Katsuki complained lightly. “You have to make sure we don’t get heat stroke.”