Blue Dandelions

Sweet as Nectar |Hazel_Witch

Summary:

Katsuki wasn't sure where he'd thought his Friday night would end, but he sure as hell hadn't pictured it ending here: the back of his head bumping noisily up against a kitchen table that wasn't his own, his face wedged between his ex-boyfriend's thighs.

But things never ended up where he expected them to, did they?

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Together, not together, close, apart - none of it really matters. Deku's slick has always been Katsuki's favourite flavour.

Notes:

Please note that in this universe, male omegas have AFAB anatomy and AFAB terms are used throughout this fic!

And yes, there are also references to KiriDeku cheating (via bkdk smut).

Now that my warnings are over... enjoy. I love pussy.

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This fic was originally posted as a twitter thread.

Katsuki wasn't sure where he'd thought his Friday night would end, but he sure as hell hadn't pictured it ending here: the back of his head bumping noisily up against a kitchen table that wasn't his own, his face wedged between his ex-boyfriend's thighs.

But things never ended up where he expected them to, did they?

He hadn't expected his relationship with Deku to end in a blazing dumpster-fire of an argument, not after all the other arguments they'd burnt through like kindling over the years. And he hadn't expected his own best friend to suddenly become so fucking interested in Izuku the moment they called it quits.

But Deku was a hot commodity, as it turned out, and Katsuki should've known better.

He'd been powerless to prevent Kirishima's dogged courtship of what he'd realised too late was the love of his life, but there was one thing that no-one could ever steal away from him – Katsuki and Deku had always had chemistry. Still fucking did have chemistry, if the strangled moans coming from the omega's seat were anything to go by.

"Ah, Kacchan, yes, fuck yes –"

Katsuki had him by the thighs, legs spread wide to expose that perfect, pink pussy, drenched and glistening with slick as Katsuki's tongue flicked over it again and again.

He'd eaten out several other omegas since the split, always chasing the high that came with smearing Deku's slick over his face, down his throat. Chasing the way it made his dick throb with longing at the taste of it.

But none of them had ever compared to Deku, none of them had the same syrup-sweet, eucalyptus scent that drove him absolutely, maddeningly wild. No matter how much he was loathe to admit it, no-one tasted like Deku. There was just no other pussy that could compare.

He'd fucking missed it, craved it like nothing else on earth.

So how exactly he'd ended up here, knees bruising from the hardwood floor of Izuku and Kirishima's shared apartment – he couldn't say. But he was thanking the stars for whatever fates had aligned to turn his night in this direction.

He grasped at Deku's plump ass with greedy hands, hauling the omega closer, running his tongue up and down those rosy lips, teasing until Izuku reached beneath the table to fist a hand into his hair.

"More, Kacchan, please – oh fuck –"

Katsuki nudged against Deku's clit, swirling and lapping the flat of his tongue in exactly the way he knew drew Izuku over the cliff-edge and into Katsuki's waiting hands.

Keeping up the steady rhythm until Deku's whole body shook, Katsuki revelled in the scrape of Deku's frantic nails against his scalp, in the thrill of pain it sent running down his spine. It always felt so fucking good when they ended up like this.

"Oh fuck, Kacchan, I – I'm gonna –"

Katsuki kept up the flicking of his tongue, grinning as he nuzzled and licked and felt a dribble of slick slide down his chin, letting it drip onto the floorboards between Deku's thighs. He didn't stop, continuing even through Izuku's shuddering orgasm, holding Deku's legs firmly open as the omega writhed and convulsed in his seat.

"Shit, ohmygod, holy fuck –"

When Katsuki finally let him go, Deku heaved sharp, shallow breaths of disbelief, dark curls in complete disarray where he'd dragged desperate fingers through them.

"Fuck, Kacchan, we – we shouldn't have done that."

Izuku's mossy eyes wobbled in the way they always did when they were about to spill over with tears – it was a look Katsuki knew all too well.

"What about Eijirou, oh shit –"

"What the fuck about him?" Katsuki smirked, trailing a finger along Deku's slick-coated thigh and sucking it delicately into his mouth, savouring every last taste. "You're fucking mine. Go pack your shit up. We're leaving."

Notes:

Short 'n' sweet as nectar, my friends.

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