telling him a guy waxed you !
cw; explicit smut, mild jealousy, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, language
katsuki got home later than usual. you heard the front door open, the heavy drop of his bag, then the familar sound of him toeing off his shoes. he didn't call out, never did. you stayed where you were on the couch, one leg curled under you, the other stretched out, scrolling through nothing on your phone while some random show played quietly in the background.
he walked past the living room first, heading for the kitchen. you listened to the fridge opening, the soft clink of a soda can, then his footsteps coming back. when he finally dropped down beside you the couch dipped under his weight. he smelled like outdoors and faint sweat, maybe he just came from the gym.
he craked the can open and took a long sip before glancing at the tv.
"this shit any good?"
"not really." he grunted and leaned back, stretching one arm along the back of the couch behind your shoulders. his fingers brushed your hair once, absent-minded, then stayed there. the two of you sat like that for a while, and it was comfortable. quiet. his thumb eventually started moving in slow, lazy stroked against the side of your neck.
you shifted a little, turning toward him more. his eyes flicked down to your bare legs for a second before going back to the screen. "you're all smooth." he muttered, almost to himself.
"got it done earlier."
"the usual place?" "mhm! they had a different person today, though."
his hand stilled. "...what kind of different.?"
"a guy. the girl i usually see was out on vacay, so i had to settle with this dude. he was fine though, really throrough actually."
katsuki turned his head to look at you properly this time. his expression didn't change much, but something in his eyes sharpened. "a guy." he repeated. "mhm." he stared at you for another second, then let out a short breath through his nose and looked back at the tv. his hand left your neck, and he took another drink from the can, slower this time.
"you fuckin' wimme?"
"no...?"
"you're tellin' me some random dude had his hands all over you for an hour." "it's his job, katsuki." "i know what a fucking job is."
he set the can down on the table a little harder than necessary. you watched the muscle in his jaw work. he didn't look angry exactly. more like irritated and trying not to show it. after a moment he reached over, hooked two fingers in the hem of your shorts, and tugged once.
"c'mere."
you let him pull you closer until you were half in his lap, one leg thrown over his thigh. his hand settled on your bare knee, warm and rough, sliding up a little higher than necessary. he didn't say anything else for a bit. just kept his palm there, thumb brushing back and forth over your skin like he was checking the smoothness for himself. eventually, he spoke again,
"was he weird about it?"
"no, of course not! he was professional."
he made a low sound that could've meant anything. his hand kept traveling higher, slipping under the loose fabric of your shorts until his fingers brushed the edge of your underwear. you felt him pause there, then push the fabric aside so he could drag two fingers slowly between your folds. you were already a little wet, and he noticed immediately.
"hah." the corner of his mouth twitched. "that from talking about it?"
"maybe."
he huffed something close to a laugh and pushed those two fingers inside you without much warning. the stretch made you inhale sharply as he watched your face while he worked them in and out, slow and deliberate, curling them just enough.
you attempted to surpress your moans, but he sees right through you, he always does. he absolutely adores the sounds you make, it makes his dick harder than anything.
"still sensitive?" he asked.
you nodded.
"good."
he pulled his fingers out, shiny with your slick, and brought them up to his mouth like it was nothing. you watched him taste you, eyes half-lidded before he wiped his hand on his sweats and reached for the waistband of your shorts.
"up."
you lifted your hips so he could tug everything down and off. the second you were bare he pulled you fully into his lap so you were straddling him. his big hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open over the hard line of his cock still trapped in his sweats. he grounded up against you once, slow and filthly, letting you feel every inch of him through the fabric.
he then shoved his own pants down just far enough. you felt the thick, hot head of his tip nudge against you. he held himself steady with one hand, already pumping himself. you heard him groan a little, trying to hide his own moans.
he used the other hand on your hip to guide you down. the first push made both of you go quiet. you sank onto him inch by inch, the stretch familar but still intense, until you were fully seated and his forehead was pressed to your shoulder.
"fuck."
you started moving first, slow rolls of your hips that made him exhale hard. katsuki let you set the pace for a minute, just holding on and watching the way you took him. then his grip tightened and he started helping, lifting you and pulling you back down onto his cock in a deeper, steadier rhythm.
everytime you dropped down he filled you completely. you could feel the thick drag of him, the way your walls clenched around the length of him on every damn stroke. the wet sound of it got louder the longer you went. his breathing turned rough against your neck. one of his hands slid up your back, palm warm to keep you close.
he kissed you then, messy, open-mouthed, a little desperate. you felt like smile against your lips when you moaned into it.
"louder," he said. "i wanna hear it."
and you did just that, gave him exactly what he wanted. your hands braced on his shoulders as he fucked up into your harder, the angle shifting until every thrust dragged right against the spot that made your thighs shake. his thumb found your clit and rubbed, steady circles while he kept moving.
the sensation was building fast, and eventually you came first clenching hard around him, a broken moan being caught in your throat as the pleasure flushed through you. katsuki cursed under his breath and kept going, fucking you through it with short deep thrusts until your body started to relax again.
but he didn't stop.
he shifted under you, planting his feet on the floor for better leverage, and drove up into you with more force. the new angle punched fresh sounds out of you. you were overwhelmed and he knew it, but he only groaned like he liked the way you twitched around him.
"still so fucking tight," he muttered. "jesus."
his rhythm started to deter. you felt him get closer by the way his hands gripped harder, the way his breathing got sloppy. a few more deep thrusts and he buried himself all the way in with a low, rough sound, dick pulsing as he came inside you in thick, hot spurts.
neither of you moved for a while, while his arms stayed around you, holding you in place while he caught his breath. eventually he leaned back against the couch, taking you with him.
his hand stroked lazily up and down your spine. "...don't tell me no shit like that right when i get home," he said after a minute. "nearly short-circuited my fucking brain."
"so it worked?"
"what worked? it was a prank? you piece of shit."
a/n; that pic of him is so fucking hot omg; dividers by @robinavitchslut !
