He couldn't get through a conversation without a teasing remark from you. This isn't particularly out of the ordinary. On a typical day, the two of you would be able to go back and forth until you end up laughing. Today, though, it seems as though you were trying your hardest to get under his skin. And he'd be lying if he said it wasn't working.

He was really starting to gain a fucking headache from you at this point. Unfortunately for him, he could tell by the gleam in your eyes that you were nowhere near finished. So he braces himself.

You knew you were pissing him off. On his last leg, truly. The entire day, you'd been hitting spots you knew were a little sore. "I can open that for you, if you need me to." Was one of your favorites. He hadn't even tried to open the jar of peanut butter yet before your voice was carried through the kitchen. You could see the thoughts whirring in his mind before he exhaled a dry laugh to himself.

Another classic was the "Do you wish you were more athletic?" question you tossed out. There was no tease behind your tone, which made it even worse. But the nail in the coffin? Seeing the workout video Deku's publicist made him post on his social media as you asked. He had to walk away from that one.

So, yeah. Safe to say, you were putting your all into pissing him off. There wasn't any malicious intent behind it, truly. Honestly, you did get a sick kick out of the way that he looked when he was restraining himself from yelling at you. But that wasn't the point.

The point was that he had been so busy lately. With him going indie, his schedule filled up quickly. Whenever the two of you had time together, it was usually just eating before having to go to sleep and repeat it all the next day. And while your boyfriend would never leave you without sex, the time constraint and scheduled intimacy made it way less intriguing.

You needed your boyfriend again. Not the tired, stressed Katsuki: He needed an outlet to get rid of all that built-up tension, and you needed to be his outlet.

So when he tells you that the two of you were meeting up with your friends later that night, you knew you couldn't pass up on the opportunity. So you got ready and made sure you looked good. Short skirt that hugged you in all the right places, tight shirt with a low cut, and that sexy pair of tights that you knew Katsuki loved. And if you spent a little longer than you usually would've on your hair and makeup, no one could blame you. Not with the way Katsuki looked at you when you finally stepped out of the bathroom.

You nearly feel naked just from the way his eyes trail up and down your form, lingering on the intricate lace design that stretches around your thighs. "We're gonna be late," His voice sounds deeper, huskier. Honestly, you could probably get him to fold right now. But that wasn't fun enough. You wanted him to need it.

"Then we'd better hurry," You pressed a manicured hand against his chest as you walked out the door—his chest. You would never get tired of feeling it.

He doesn't respond, too busy staring at your ass as you walk down the hallway. He meets you in the foyer, watching you closely as you bend down to slip your shoes on. His gaze doesn't leave your figure as he puts his leather jacket on.

When you're in the passenger seat of his car, you can feel the heat of his palm at the top of your thigh. Your skirt rides up your legs, pushed up every time he runs his hand up and down. The tension in the air was so thick it felt like you could barely breathe. He thumbs at the lace ridges as his pinky finger inches closer to your core. You know he can feel it when you squeeze your thighs together; It shows in the smirk he has on his lips as he backs into a parking spot.

"Ready?" He asks, shutting off the car. You hum with a nod, pulling your skirt down your thighs as you exit his plush seats.

The group is already huddled around a table as the two of you walk up. A few cheers come from the heroes when you approach. Everyone catches up, laughs, and jeers, filling the bar. One drink turns to two, which turns to another round of shots. Kirishima orders you another drink when you aren't looking, as Mina makes you take a green tea shot. You were starting to let your inhibitions slip.

Katsuki was still holding his own, somehow able to tank more liquor than you could imagine. Probably because of all those muscles.

Slithering a hand up his bicep, now bare thanks to him taking off his jacket, you give it a firm squeeze. His eyes flitter to you, still listening to whatever story Kaminari is telling him about. He doesn't think too much about it.

Not enough of a reaction. You see your goal in mind once more as you slide your hand down to meet the muscle of his thigh. Thank God the tables were wide enough to hide whatever devious plan was forming in your head.

"And she slipped out of the tree! Thankfully, I was standing underneath her, but the news had a field day with that one." Kaminari shook his head, grinning into his glass. You were barely paying attention. Your finger trailed up and down your boyfriend's thigh, replicating his actions from the car.

"I saw the pictures, man! You were carrying her bridal style. Your fans must've gone crazy." Sero laughs, patting the blond on the back. Katsuki was looking ahead, nodding with the story. It was as though you weren't even touching him. Fine. You think. Have it your way.

Kaminari continues, talking about how viral the pictures got. The voices faded a bit as your hand got more adventurous, moving up to tease the edge of his dick through his black pants. He moves his hand, and for a minute, you think he's going to move you away. Instead, he uses your hand to grip him firmly, feeling how hard he is. You inhaled sharply.

The two guys across from you look at you, expecting you to say something. "S'cause you looked hot, Denks," Is what your tipsy, muddled brain came up with.

Katsuki straightens up beside you, hand sliding up yours to grip your wrist painfully instead.

Oh, fuck. Finally.

"Oh?" Kaminari laughs, rubbing the back of his head. "Little ol' me?" He turns the conversation into a joke, flexing dramatically.

You just giggle, poker-facing through Katsuki's death grip on your wrist. He waits until the attention is away from you before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Yeah?" His voice sounded so deep and husky, you can't help but clench around nothing. You nod your head, a sweet smile still gracing your lips. "Finish your drink." He throws your wrist out of his grasp, turning to pick his own back up.

You leave shortly after that. Sero gives Katsuki a knowing smirk when he says goodbye. "Have fun," Sero calls your name out.

And, oh, you will. You made sure of it.

You don't even make it to the house before Katsuki's hands are back on you. He pushes you against the smooth of his car, caging you in. "What the fuck was that?"

"What?" You act coy. "I was just complimenting our dear friend." You grin at him.

He scoffs, leaning into your face. "You're going to get your ass in the car, and shut the fuck up until we get home."

"Am I?" You tilt your head at him.

His eyes flash something dangerous before he takes a step back. As much as he wants to put you in your place, he can't do much in public. He puts a hand on your back, basically pushing you around. From afar, it just looks like Dymamight's helping his girlfriend into the car. But they can't see the way his hand is slowly sliding down your back as he does.

He practically speeds home. Your shoes aren't even off yet when he pushes you against the door, chest down. "What's gotten into you, huh?" He nudges a knee between yours, pressing up into your wet cunt. He can feel the heat through the fabric of his pants. "Not givin' you enough attention? You had your hand on my dick as you flirted with my best friend?" It's as if talking about it reminds him how pissed he is, hand coming up to grip your throat. He uses the hold he has there to push you harder on his knee.

Your moans come out garbled from the tight grip of his hand. "No, no. Too early for you to sound that dumb, baby." He flips you around, hand still gripping your throat. "Speak clearly." He demands, his other hand roaming down your body. He grabs one of your tits in his big palm, massaging your nipple. "What's gotten into you?"

You grin, feeling nearly delirious. The liquor and the shortened oxygen supply meshed well with the murderous look your boyfriend was giving you. You just needed to hammer one final nail in the coffin. You use whatever strength you have to reel back and spit on the blond's face, choking out a "Fuck you." To really seal the deal.

His face wipes of all emotion as he gathers himself. He reaches up to wipe your saliva with his thumb, looking down at it, before his eyes snap back to you.

"You are so fucked." He growls out before setting into motion. He pushes his wet thumb back into your mouth, pressing deeper until he gags you. "You think this shit is funny?" He uses his grip on your throat as a handle to force you onto your knees. "Then let's laugh, yeah?" He unbuckles his belt, using the free leather to slap against your cheek. With an unzip, he's revealing himself.

He pushes your head against the hardwood behind you, taking away your breathing room. He squeezes your throat, harshly, enough to make you gasp for air. He doesn't miss his chance to push himself into your mouth. "Let me hear you laugh, baby!" His voice is joyous, teasing, and downright filthy.

You want to pull away, but the door directly behind your head stops you. "If you bite me, I swear to fucking God, you're gonna regret it." His voice is dark as he starts to ride your throat. It's like a flip switched. "Swallow." He demands at you. You're smart enough to listen.

He groans out a moan, body shuddering. "Again." You follow.

He wraps his fist in your hair, holding you against the door as he thrusts into the back of your throat. You focus all you can on breathing through your nose, eyes watering as he brutalizes your mouth.

"Is this all it took to get you to shut the fuck up?" He can't stop babbling, like he's high from the vision. He stares down at you, watching the spit bubble from the corners of your lips. A wicked smile takes over his face as he pushes even deeper, getting a sick thrill from watching the panic in your eyes. You smack against his thighs, feeling yourself get lightheaded.

He finally relents, freeing himself from your mouth. He steps back, grabbing you and manhandling you on your back. "Close, sweetheart, but not quite. You don't get to choose when you need to breathe. If I wanted you to stay just like that on my dick, I'd have you there all night."

He settles back on his legs, looking down at you. "Kats, please touch me," You finally beg, feeling how wet you were.

Rolling his eyes, he pulls you down by your hips. He always treats you like you weigh nothing. To be honest, you probably didn't — not to him. This man could level buildings on a whim if he chose to. And you're staring up at him, completely at his mercy.

"I think you've talked enough today." He rolls his eyes, leaning down to rip your pretty tights. You gasp, eyes widening. "Just be a good girl and shut your mouth."

"Katsuki! That's my favorite pair!" You whined out, hand coming out to smack him. He quickly intercepts it, holding it down harshly.

"Didn't I just tell you to shut the fuck up?" He finishes pulling off your shredded tights, shoving the wet fabric in your mouth. "Jesus, you're soaked. This wet from sucking my dick?" He laughs at you. Pulling down your panties, he sighs happily. "Been waiting for this cunt all fuckin' day."

He shoves your skirt up your hips, angling his head into your opening. "Are you gonna stop being a brat?" He questions, teasing his head into your hole.

"I don't know, are you gonna finally fuck me already?" You poke the bear, speech muffled around the fabric in your mouth.

He sighs, reeling his hand back. Your face is suddenly facing the other way, cheek turning a soft red from where he smacked you. "Try again."

You don't respond, wiggling your hips to try and catch his tip. "Baby." He warns. You still don't reply. He raises his hand again, smacking you harder this time.

"Yes!" Your scream turns into a moan at the feeling of the sting.

"Good girl. See? That was so easy, all you have to do is listen."

He eases his cock into you, wet enough from the day of teasing. He hikes your thighs up to your chest, putting all of his body weight onto you as he bullies the rest of his dick into your cunt.

You cry out at the feeling of being so full, he feels so fucking hard like this. Once he starts, he doesn't give you a minute to breathe. He pistons in and out of you, your body getting knocked back with the force. He feels so good, so deep. Your hands scramble for purchase on the floor. "No, no, no, baby." You get pulled back down, speared onto his dick as he yanks on you. "You don't get to run from this after begging for it all fucking day." His hand nestles back onto your throat. "You're gonna take it."

That's all you can do. You feel the way he massages your insides, battering into your G-spot as he pulls your thigh up closer to your chest. "Now apologize," He continues, thrusting into you, angling his dick to hit it just right.

You moan into the tights in your mouth, feeling all of your thoughts finally melting from your mind. You couldn't bring yourself to respond even if you wanted to. The tight grip on your throat and the feeling of his dick hitting it just right had you programmed to chase your orgasm.

Every thrust inside of you feels like euphoria, and the way he was staring down at you had your eyes glazing over. "Too far gone?" He asks, voice syrupy with mock sympathy.

All you can do is moan, eyes rolled back as he forces his body into overdrive, putting all his strength into hitting your sweet spot. He squeezes his hand, leaning into your ear. "Apologize. Apologize, or I'm gonna keep using this pussy all goddamn night, and you're not gonna come a single time."

You shake your head, feeling tears well up. You're so fucking close. "Don' sshta-" You whine, barely able to speak.

He laughs maniacally at your stupid expression. "Can't hear you, baby!" He teases.

You cry and moan, head dropping in defeat. "M sahhh-" He slips out of you, causing you to cry in frustration. His eyes glaze over, pupils darkened in lust as he stares at your fucked out, makeup-smeared face.

Without another word, he flips you onto your stomach, entering you from behind. "You're gonna apologize." His voice comes out in a deep whisper, as if he's bewitching you. "And then you're gonna cum on my dick." He annunciates his point with a thrust. "And then you're never going to do that again."

You nod your head, willing to agree to anything at this point, as long as it means you get to get rid of this building tension in your gut. He pulls your tights from your mouth, and you finally inhale air. "I'm sorry! I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry-" Your words melt together into moans. It's like he's reaching even deeper like this. "Daddy, I'm sorry- please. Just make me come, please, p-"

He cuts off your sentence, one hand coming up to squish your cheeks together. He pulls your head back, forcing you to make upside-down eye contact with him. "Rub your clit until you fucking cum, I wanna feel how wet you get, baby."

You nod, reaching an arm underneath you. The angle is awkward on your wrist, but you don't care; all that you can think about is the sweet release you've been chasing all day. "Please-" You whine out, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to pummel into your hips. Your fingers zero in on your clit as that rubber band in your pelvis gets tighter, and tighter, and oh, God, you're gonna cum so hard.

Katsuki reaches with his free hand to cup your tit, rubbing tight circles on your nipples. The sensation is too much, all at once, and you squeeze him so hard, you're worried you'll push him out. "Ka-ahhh!" Your voice breaks, feeling the dam finally rush open.

You hear a broken moan leave him as he continues fucking into you, chasing his orgasm. "Baby, you just made a mess, oh my God." His voice has a whining edge to it as he grips your hips, fucking you through the aftershocks of your peak. He bucks into you, riding it out until you whine from overstimulation.

His head rests against your back as he catches his breath, wincing as he pulls out of you. "You okay?" He asks, voice still husky.

All you can do is hum and nod in response. You can hear him zipping his pants back before feeling him scoop you up in his arms. "You did so good, baby," He presses a kiss into your hair as he walks you into your bathroom. "Took it like a champ."

Now that the sexual tension and alcohol have melted away, your mind is floating in bliss. You just nuzzle into his neck as he starts the water. He can do the rest of the thinking for tonight.

So he does. He bathes you, washing all of the fluids off your sore body. When he washes your hair, he pays extra attention to your scalp and temples, massaging out the impending headache before it has a chance to strike.

He isn't confused anymore. He needed this. And when he stares down at your blissful expression, he understands that you needed it, too. He cradles your body, now cleaned and moisturized, into your shared bed. And he doesn't lose his grip on you, even as you slip in and out of sleep.

Takeout was already on the way, and a cool water bottle was on your bedside table. He really should wake you so you can eat.

You're suddenly shifting in his grasp, nuzzling deeper into his chest. "I love you, Kats…" You mumble sleepily against his skin. He'll let you rest your eyes for now. You did enough.

"Does that sound amenable to you?"

You reluctantly pulled your eyes away from the marine and returned them to source of the voice.

Horus Lupercal sat at the head of the table, eyebrow raised slightly and mouth twisted in a thin smile as he waited for your reply.

Behind him, loken and 3 other men stood in full plate. His mournival, you believed he called them. You could feel each of them surveying you through narrowed eyes.

You glanced down at the peace accord sat on the table before you and quickly flicked over the agreement, frowning slightly as you read the last point.

"How long have we been doing this, Warmaster" you sighed, pushing the document away and reaching for your wineglass. "2 weeks?"

Horus nodded, eyes pinning you in place.

"At this point, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to move this along. We want nothing more than peace to return to our skies." You took a sip from your goblet.

"That's rather hard to do with your gunships and your soldiers"

Horus bared his teeth, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"If you had agreed to our initial terms we could have moved on much earlier."

"Oh, but then who would've kept you company all these long days"

Horus snorted and waved you away.

"Oh your company has been... delightful"

"Such a gentleman"

You both sat in silence for a moment, remembering the bitter fights that had come from 14 days of failed peace talks.

"What an ass" you thought grimly

From the scowl on Horus' face, he must've had an identical thought.

You took a long, deep drink and shook your head, embittered.

"As charismatic and respectful as you may think you are being Horus, I still find your terms to be exactly the opposite"

His guard shifted uneasily at your use of his name rather than title and you watched as the stern red haired marine snarled and gripped the butt of his pistol.

"I think our terms are most fair" Horus said slowly, restraint evident in his tone.

You rolled your eyes and leant back in your chair.

"Well it doesn't matter now. I'm desperate to be rid of you"

You made no secret of hiding the warm look you threw back to Loken, grinning as the mans face flushed before he turned away.

"Well...most of you" you smirked.

Horus' eyes flicked between you and his soldier.

"Everyone out" he barked suddenly.

"My lord, we dont-"

"Out!"

His guard hastened to oblige and you winked at Garviel as he marched past, red faced and tight lipped.

As the door to Horus' office snapped shut, all pretence of politeness fell away. You watched the man before you pick up his own, much larger glass and twirl it between his fingers, eyes narrowed and fixed on you.

"Of all the people I have met, you are by far the most infuriating" He tapped the table and pointed to the accord. "Sign the damn peace treaty so I don't have to look at you any more"

You chuckled and lent forward over the table, the low cut of your deep blue dress revealing the swell of your breasts.

"Oh but you like looking at me, don't you?" You teased, dripping your voice low as you trailed a finger along the edge of your collar.

A muscle in Horus' jaw twitched and his fingers tightened around the stem of his goblet.

"Stop making this harder than it needs to be"

"I'm sorry, am I making this.....hard?"

You emphasised the last word and Horus swallowed dryly, gaze flicking quickly from your exposed skin back to your face.

"Is that why you've been such a pain in my arse?"

You laughed and lent back in your seat, enjoying the deepening scowl spreading over the primarchs face. "Because you're just desperate for my attention?"

"Not only do you disrespect me" Horus growled "but you heckle my men" He slammed an open palm down onto the table. " I don't need you pawing at Captain Loken"

"I'll do more than that if he lets me" you bit your lower lip and sighed.

"Enough!" He spat sharply "This is MY crusade, MY mission. You deal with ME"

"Ooh, are we jealous?"

The warmaster ire was rising rapidly and you sneered as you watched the calm, collected facade crack.

"I should kill you now" he snarled. "Wipe that pretty little smile off your face"

"You think I'm pretty?" You toyed, fluttering your lashes at him. He pause, if only for a moment.

"keep running your mouth and I'll be forced to shut you up" he finally grumbled.

"Me running my mouth?" You bit back, "you're the one acting like you're better than everyone else, then acting like a stroppy child when you don't get your way"

Horus didn't reply, choosing instead to gulp a mouthful of the potent wine.

You leaned closer, swirling the ruby liquid in your goblet.

"I wonder what your men would think if they knew the kind of tantrums you threw behind closed doors."

Horus' eyes narrowed and he placed his own glass down with a heavy thump. Rising slowly from the table, he stalked towards you, kicking your chair back and placing both hands on the arms to cage you in.

"You need to remember your place" he growled. "You are here by my leave only. As soon as I am bored of you..."

The threat hung in the air for a moment.

You smiled broadly and then tipped your wine onto the floor, splattering up Horus' leg.

"Oops

The glass flew from your hand, backhanded against the wall and shattering in a hail of crystaline shards.

The primarch's fingers locked around your throat, grip tightening until your head felt light and your heart hammered desperately.

"Little bitch" Horus hissed, jaw working as he chewed the insult and spat it out.

You tried to laugh, lungs wheezing out a pathetic huff. His grip lingered for a moment longer before he released you, the man breathing almost as heavily as you as you gulped down lungfulls of air.

"It's a shame, Horus" you coughed, rubbing your throat.

"What" he snapped, glaring down at you.

You rose slowly to your feet and brushed a stray hair away from your face. Gathering the documents in your hands, you shuffled them before turning back to the war master.

"This was so appealing when I first saw you" you gestured to his face and body. You splayed a hand over his stomach, feeling the tense muscle beneath his shirt coil at your touch.

"So, so appealing" you looked up at him, trailing your finger in a lazy circle as the primarchs jaw hung open slightly at the sudden change in atmosphere.

"But then you had to open your big mouth" you hissed.

Horus blinked at you, lost for words for a moment. You turned on your heels and strode towards the door before he could reply, using his confusion to escape the rage you could feel still bubbling beneath his skin.

"I'll read through your proposal again and have an answer soon"

You flashed a smile over your shoulder, unable to help yourself one last time.

"In the meantime...where are the soldiers barracks?"

The next few days were a blur of meetings and formal dinners, broken up with the odd hour spent watching the Lunar wolves spar in the training cages. Though you were loathe to admit it, Horus had been as accommodating as he could considering your barbed tongue.

Or at the least, he hadn't killed you yet.

you shook your head, angry at finding yourself enjoying the heated exchange of words.

You hated him. Completely and absolutely. And tonight you were certain you could be rid of him and his loathsome ilk.

But a small part of you would miss the callous back and forth that ended each evening.

However, you couldn't help but wish you were back watching swords clash as you approached the primarchs office door once again, something in you set on edge, screaming at you that this night was different.

Straightening yourself, you smoothed the front of your dress; a snow white deep cut gown matching the colour of his legion. You checked your appearance in the polished steel wall of the ship before you continued: The halter neckline plunged into a deep V that drew the eye to the intricate lace vines and flowers that framed your silhouette. Delicate side cutouts at your waist offered fleeting glimpses of your bare skin with each step you took. The airy fabric spooled loosely over your hips and brushed around your ankles, whispering over the floor in a faint breeze.

You nodded and wiped a stray eyelash from your cheek before steeling yourself. You could feel your hatred of the war master and his so called imperium boiling beneath your skin as you raised your hand and knocked on the door. But as you plastered a fake smile across your lips, you knew that peace for your world hinged heavily on appeasing the egotist who opened the door with a predatory grin.

"Such a shame" you thought to yourself as you dropped into a curtsey.

"A body like that, wasted on an asshole"

"Welcome, My lady"

Horus rubbed a hand over his face as he watched the second hand on the clock slowly tick down. Waiting for your arrival was setting his teeth on edge.

He loathed you, his fingers itching towards his golden sword every time you opened your mouth.

He drummed his fingers over the table before growling and jumping to his feet, unable to sit still.

His body was tense all over, anger boiling beneath the surface as the image of your smug grin flashed through his mind.

He tossed his head like a bull, huffing as he tried to throw the thought from his head. Unbidden it was replaced by the memory of you trailing your hand over your bust, fingers teasing at the fabric; the feeling of your hand pressed to his abdomen as you looked up at him from beneath long lashes.

He imagined the light leaving your eyes as he throttled the breath from your body.

He imagined caressing your waist as he pulled you close for a heated kiss.

He cursed you silently, regretting every second he had spent in your throne damned company, dragging out his temper and waking something in his body.

He was wretched from his thoughts as the sound of knuckles on metal reverberated through the office. Long strides carried him to the door quickly and he swung it open with more force than he had intended.

"Welcome, my lady" he said through gritted teeth.

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The room was lit only by the soft flickering of a promethium lamp, turned low in the middle of the table. It was almost romantic, had it not been for the primarch prowling the edge of your vision like a hungry predator. You felt his eyes travel up and down your body as you rose from your curtsey and stepped through the doorway towards the table.

"Good evening" you replied, ignoring the tense atmosphere as you walked around the table, dragging your finger across its pitted wooden surface as you paced sounds it's edge

Watching you carefully, Horus closed the door and, after a moment of hesitation, clocked the lock shut. You swallowed and tried to ignore the flare of alarm that coursed through you.

"Have you decided to be reasonable?" The war master asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the locked door.

"I have always been reasonable" you huffed, reluctant to sit as the primarch stood deathly still in the shadows.

"You are the one acting like a classless boor"

Horus sighed and pushed off the door, uncrossing his arms and stepping forward to lean heavily on the table.

"I grow tired of these games"

"Well good, you're not fun to play with anyway" you shot back immediately.

A snarl rumbled through the mans chest as he quickly closed the gap between you and slammed a sheet down in front of you. You met his scowl with a glare equally as ferocious before allowing yourself to glance down.

"What is this"

"New terms, as suggested by my father after word reached him of your...agrievement" he clicked his tongue behind his teeth.

You pinched the page between your fingers and brought it to your face, glossing over the elegent hand writing to find the main point of the message.

"You've got to be kidding me" you shouted, crumpling the letter.

"I'm not overjoyed either" Horus bit back.

"I will not marry you" you snarled, throwing the balled paper at the war master and watching it bounce off his chest. "You're a power hungry egomaniac and I'll be dead before I marry you"

Horus watched the missive bounce to the floor. eyes narrowing, you stepped back, realising your pressed your luck too far.

"Do you think I like the idea any more than you?" He grumbled, taking a large step towards you "do you think I don't know what you've been doing? Coming here dressed like that. Did you think it would distract me? Do you think me a weak man? That I would cave to these urges?"

He knelt down, still a head taller than you.

"Listen to me." His voice dangerously low. "These are your options; political marriage, sign the accord, or-" he paused, making sure he had your complete attention. "I wipe your little city from the face of the planet and take it by force"

You stilled, chewing your lip as you realised a decision had to be made.

"Why couldn't you just leave us alone" you whispered.

"Because it all belongs to me" his eyes glinted in the dimming light and you recoiled slightly. "Your planet, your city...you. it all belongs to me. Mine by right. Or by blood."

You spat on the floor and sucked in a breath between your teeth.

"Go fuck yourself Horus" You raised your hand, your palm sweeping towards the primarch's cheek. He caught you easily before the blow landed and sneered down at you.

"Why don't do you do it yourself" he pressed your hand against his crotch and your breath caught in your throat feeling him hard and throbbing beneath his trousers.

"I hate you" you hissed through gritted teeth, but not pulling away, Your wrist still clenched in Horus' grasp. "I *HATE* you"

The war master bared his teeth in a feral grin and rose to his feet, forcing you back up against the wall, your bodies so close they almost touched. He lifted your hand away from his groin and pinned it against the cool metal, pressing his hips towards you.

"Hate me harder" his voice husky as his hips jerked forward.

You couldn't think straight, hate telling you to kick and scream, your body telling you to submit.

"You act like you don't want it" Horus took a knee again and pressed his lips to your throat, chuckling as you tilted your head back and closed your eyes before realising what you'd done and shoving him away.

"You're getting off on this" you finally replied, mouth feeling dry.

Horus laughed, low and dangerous.

"So are you" He slid a hand under your dress, brushing the inside of your thigh and withdrawing before you could shove him away, his fingers coming back slick.

"You hate me so much, but you're so wet for me"

You opened your mouth to reply, to spit and swear, but as the insult rose in your throat the primarch pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth to taste you and you moaned, flickering your tongue over his before biting down.

Apparently the wrong thing to do.

Horus groaned, pressing himself harder to you, mouth moving desperately against yours as his hands began to wonder over your body.

"You're such- an ass-" you gasped, rolling your head back as he released your lips to graze his teeth down your throat.

In response a hand drifted down, cupping your rear and squeezing. His other hand followed and you squeaked as you found yourself lifted into the air and placed unceremoniously on the table, glasses and paperwork scattering as Horus lay you down. A heavy hand placed either side of your head had you caged in, the primarch staring down at you like a cat who'd caught a bird. He trailed his gaze over your dress and smirked, watching you pant.

"Where has all that venom gone" the war master teased, reaching out and ripping open the fabric of your dress to free your breasts.

His tongue flicked over your nipple before his lips closed around it and sucked. Your back arched, your only response a soft moan.

"If I knew this was all it took-" he released your breast with a wet pop and feathered kisses along your stomach "to get you to shut your mouth would've put you on your back days ago"

"Pig"

He was silent, too busy shredding apart the remaining silk of your dress to leave you naked and flushed before him.

You could feel him devouring your body with his eyes, your skin prickling as you looked up at him to find his lips parted and pupils blown wide. You could see his cock straining against his trousers as he slowly ran his hands over your thighs.

For a moment, you forgot everything, lost in desire and his easy smile and the feeling of his thumb rubbing a slow circle over your clit as he pressed a finger inside you.

"So wet" he murmured, curling his finger and watching your squirm beneath his touch. He watched you writhe and twitch as he curled his finger and thrust, waiting until you were dragged towards the edge before pulling his fingers out, leaving you dangling so close to finish.

"What the fuck" you hissed, your body aching with need.

Horus laughed and dropped to his knees, throwing your legs over his shoulders and locking his mouth over your core, tongue lathing over your clit as he sucked and kissed.

Your body tensed and you threw your head back with a moan as you came, your whole body twitching, bliss flooding through your body.

"Oh fuck" you choked out, Horus' tongue still lapping at your folds.

Finally relenting, the primarch raised his head, slick coating his mouth and chin. You looked at each other, an uneasy but pleasant tension in the air, you almost smiled.

Then you remembered the accord, the threat to your world

His smug grin as he threatened to burn your home to the ground.

"I'm glad your mouth is useful for something other than spouting crap" you hummed, cocking and eyebrow at Horus

"And who knew such a sour bitch could have such a sweet cunt" he bit back immediately.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, glancing about at the shreds of pearly fabric littered around you.

"You'll need to find me clothes before I leave" you barked, wiggling yourself to the edge of the table. "Unless you want your men to know you're an animal?"

"Leave?"

Something in the war masters tone gave you pause and you looked up to see him unbuckling his trousers.

"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet"

You watch with wide eyes as Horus pulled himself free. Thick and throbbing, his cock bobbed slightly until it's own weight. Precum leaked from the ruddy tip and coating the shaft as he palmed himself.

"Nothing smart to say" Horus asked, reaching out and gripping your chin.

He spun you and pressed your chest down to the wood, still warm and damp form where you had been moments before.

"No matter" he continued, rubbing the tip through your folds.

"I'm sick of hearing you talk anyway"

You felt the heat from his body as he leant over you, chest pressed to your back as he whispered in your ear:

"Now I want to hear you scream"

He pressed forward and you tensed, back and neck arching upwards as you felt the stretch of him filling you inch by inch.

It won't fit! You wanted to scream.

Yours walls twitched and spasmed around him and Horus grunted, feeling your body fighting to take his girth.

"That's it, be a good girl for once" he groaned.

Your body trembled as you came around him, his size pushing you over the edge as he buried himself inside you. You heard him choke out a sound as he you clenched around his length and he stilled, sucking in a deep breath to calm himself.

"Like that?" He finally murmured in your ear, slowly pulling himself almost all the way back out, leaving just the weeping tip buried in your cunt.

You blinked up at him over your shoulder, bleary eyed from the strain.

"Is...is it in yet?"

Horus grimaced, placing a heavy hand on the back of your head and pressing your face down to the table.

"Shut up" he snarled, slamming his hips against yours. You felt like your body would give out as he drove himself back in, over and ove, rrutting into your heat.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, nails clawing at the table as he buried himself up to the hilt with each thrust. You finally broke and cried out as the primarch lifted your leg and propped your knee on the table, spreading you wider as he fucked you. His fingers found your clit and rubbed firm circles against the nerve, driving you mad as quakes racked through your body.

His hand still pressed to your skull grabbed a fistfull of hair and pulled you upwards

“See if we can teach you some manners”

Your cried out again, the harsh arch of your spine only adding to aches coursing through your body.

“say please don’t stop, Horus” he hissed.

“F-fuck you” you replied, voice breaking with each thrust.

Horus tutted, tugging on your hair again and grinning as he felt another orgasm rock through your body.

“Say it”

You gritted your teeth, refusing to obey until you felt him begin to slow, the fire in your belly dying down as his thrusts became slow and shallow.

“say. It”

“…please”

“Please what?”

“please don’t stop”

“See? Manners go a long way.”

You sneered, but quickly flopped forward as he resumed his harsh tempo, his balls slapping against your clit with every motion as both his hands moved to your hips to hold you in place.

Beneath the fog in your mind, you fumed at having begged the war master, your revenge quickly forming.

You looked over your shoulder at him, blinking up through tears spiked lashes until he met your gaze. A lazy smile crept across your face as you tightened your muscles and clenched around him deliberately.

Horus gasped, his chest hiccuping as you did it again.

“If you ask nicely” you smiled “maybe I’ll let you cum inside me”

Horus’ eyes widened and you drive your hips back to meet him, whimpering his name without breaking eye contact. You could feel his hips stutter, the movement becoming uncoordinated as you whispered and sighed and cried his name.

“Fuck” he growled, chest heaving in great billows of air as he struggled to control himself.

“Ask nicely”

“You little- hng!” he shuddered as you squeezed around his cock again, feeling him throb inside you.

“Please” he gasped “please let me cum inside”

“See? Manners go a long way” you copied back at him. His grip on your hips became bruising, his eyes holding a mixture of raging hate and boiling desire.

“since you asked nicely…” you lay back down flat on the table arms bent by your head as you arched your back as high as it would go.

“cum inside me” you breathed, closing your eyes and losing yourself to the electricity coursing through your veins.

Horus moaned your name as he came, his voice cracking as he trembled. You felt his cock twitch and throb as thick hot ropes filled you and leaked down your thighs. He pulled out abruptly and you gasped, feeling more cum splatter over your rear and lower back.

You lay still for a moment, listening to the heavy pants of the war master and your own heartbeat thunder in your ears. You willed some kind of life back into your legs, urging them to response but found them lacking.

Heavy steps passed by you and you jumped as you felt a warm, heavy piece of course fabric land across your body. Groaning from aches that you knew would not pass quickly, you rolled over and sat up, finding Horus’ shirt stretched across the table.

You looked at it, then up at the primarch, watch the broad expanse of his back as he poured himself a glass of wine and chugged the whole thing in one.

“Clean yourself and cover yourself up” he said, not bothering to turn around.

“how generous of you” you grimaced, wiping yourself down with a massive sleeve before slipping the shirt on over your head and drowning in the rough cotton.

You both stood in uneasy silence, the realization dawning on both of you.

“I suppose I will see you tomorrow to finalize our peace treaty” you finally coughed, face growing warm as Horus turned and finally looked at you. You felt more vulnerable wearing his shirt that you had spread naked beneath him.

“Yes” he said slowly “I suppose so”

You nodded and steeled yourself, stepping towards the door.

“Just so you know…”

Your fingers in the handle, you turned back at Horus’ voice.

“Loken could never do what I did to you”

You grinned and opened the door.

“We’ll see”

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“Stupid slut,” the words roll off his tongue as he thrusts his cock into your mouth. Though your eyes flutter at the snub—hands darting out to tap furiously at his inked thighs—he doesn’t let up. If anything, it only makes him tug harder on your roots.

It’s your fault he’s out here, after all. Faint percussions and the shrieks of fans echo from inside the venue, the concert he should be at right now. Instead, he’s packed into a tight alley—gangly limbs and sharp edges pressed against dirty brick—teaching a stupid slut a lesson about respect.

“Been waiting months for this concert,” he snaps his hips against your face again, shivering at the warmth that envelops his member. “And you decide to act up here?” He knows you won’t, can’t, answer. Only your garbled moans and choked gasps accompany the steady stream of muted metal music.

When he finally pulls back, he can’t help but smirk at the long string of spit that connects you to his cock. “Look at that face,” he coos, bending to tuck a strand of sweaty hair behind your ear. Black trails your cheeks, remnants of the tears that fell freely only moments ago. Your eyes still glisten with a desire he thought a bruised throat could fuck out of you. Clearly, that’s not the case. “You’re fucking filthy.”

“Please.” Kei’d never admit it aloud, but he likes you best like this—brows scrunched together tightly, lips parted, desperately humping the air in the hopes that just maybe he’ll offer you a leg to grind yourself on. “I need–”

“You need,” he curls a hand around your jaw, “to shut the fuck up.” His lithe fingers press into hollowed cheeks, unconcerned with the harsh metal rings or rough bandages that dig into your soft skin.

“Fuck-” He squeezes harder.

“Open up.”

Your tongue lolls out, either too broken—or just well-trained enough—to comply immediately. He watches as his spit hits you, reaches a finger out to smear it down your lips and across your cheek.

And that’s another way he likes you, covered in him. His spit, his cum, any trace of him that adequately marks his territory. Sure, the tattoos and piercings keep unwanted gazes away. Of course, his icy glares do the trick. But this sight, this obscene desecration of your face, is all for him. This is how Kei knows you belong to him.

years later, finally out of the spotlight, he’s happy to indulge a little. he still keeps up appearances, to the world you two are a very normal couple. everyone’s happy to see dynamight finally calming down, settling in with his pretty little girlfriend that’s always on his arm.

it wasn’t long after you became official that it would show up in small signs. questions you didn’t need an answer to. what should you wear? what should you eat?

you were extremely servicing. you’d be there by his side whenever he needed, and even when he didn’t. and he’d start to return the favor. you don’t have to make your own plate, silly. and why are you tying your own shoes, pretty girl? let your sweet boyfriend handle that.

the group thought it was adorable at first. and then it slowly turned some heads. like how you look for katsuki whenever someone offers you a drink, or to hang out. or how you follow him around at all times, even if he just needs to piss.

they think it’s weird, sure, but they don’t push it. everyone’s older now, they’ve seen stranger things in their years. except eijiro. eijiro knows what it is right away.

his control freak best friend finally has the perfect doll to keep in his pocket.

and you sit and smile happily, nodding along beside the larger than life man. stars decorate your eyes.

you’re exactly where you want to be.

the riskiest incident happened late at night after everyone met up at a bar.

there was something different about you that night, more pushing, more lively, more touchy. and katsuki had a clench in jaw. his cup was gripped a little more tightly than it usually was, and your giggles were a little louder than they usually were.

shoto didn’t mean to pry, he really didn’t. he had an important phone call to take and the jeers of the bar wasn’t the best place to do so.

but what he didn’t expect was to turn the corner and see you, back pressed against the brick wall as katsuki’s hand wrapped around your throat in a vice grip. you were clawing and kicking back at him, struggling in his grasp, as katsuki’s hand was up your skirt doing things shoto couldn’t see.

the hero in shoto had his leg twitching to run and help. but the disgusting side of him recognized that gleam in your eyes.

so when katsuki leans down to whisper, “do you trust me?” into your ear and you nod gently, he follows it with a “run.”

you take off. down back alleys in your cute little dress and hair messy from the wall.

katsuki watches with a grin, small explosions popping off of him. and when he catches shoto watching, his eyes almost widen until he sees a sight he knows all too well growing in half and half’s slacks.

it’s always the quiet ones.

katsuki just winks at shoto before turning on his heel and beginning the chase.

oh yeah. you’re exactly where you want to be.