𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮|| 𝙆. 𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙄𝙩 𝙊𝙣

Maybe you should drink alcohol a bit more.

It wasn't something you did a lot, same with Katsuki, but the Mighties afterparty was fun, and you deserved it. "Kat... I had... a lot of fun. I'm a winner, baby." Your words were slow because you were trying to get your heels off while simultaneously congratulating yourself. The damn heel strap just wouldn't unlatch. "You need help?" Katsuki asked, leaning against the door.

You nodded, but didn't expect Katsuki to get down on his knees. He was focused but gentle, his fingers working the straps out. You put your hands on his shoulders, balancing while getting them off your feet. "Thank you, Kat." You said softly, eyes still on him while he made sure you were stable. Maybe something clicked in his head because he looked at you after a couple of seconds.

Looking, that's what the two of you did. Just looking at each other, your heart feels like it could burst. Slowly, Katsuki's hands started to slide up your legs, moving till they rested on your hips. "You're so pretty. I love the way you look." His voice was soft, softer than you'd heard it in months. "You're pretty." "I'm serious, y/n. You look good." He leaned in, lightly kissing right above your belly button. A shiver left your spine, a slight huff of air leaving your mouth.

His kisses continued, just light, small pecks against your stomach. Your eyes attempted to close, fluttering but not heavy enough to shut. You felt the slide of his hands against your hips, bringing them downward till they rested underneath your ass. A small gasp followed by a laugh as he lifted you and put you over his shoulder, standing up in the process. "Kat... put me down I'm heavy." "No, you're not." You heard him kick his shoes off, the look of the floor telling you he was heading upstairs. While this was nice, you could feel the blood rushing to your head, which wasn't good in your already drunken state.

Instead of saying anything, you pressed your hands into his back and used him as support as you sat up straight. It was sloppy, and you almost fell, but you made it. "What are you doing?" "Making sure I don't pass out." You could hear him snicker, and you did your best not to scream as you were dropped, but caught in his arms. Katsuki's hands rested under your ass, your legs doing what they were used to, and wrapping around his torso. "You promise I'm not heavy?" "Yes, y/n, I promise you're not heavy."

He kissed your lips, soft and cute, but he couldn't pull away since you'd wrapped your hands around his head and pulled him in deeper. Maybe it was the alcohol, it was your hormones, or it was the fact you hadn't had sex in half a year, but you missed Katsuki in a much more intimate way than you ever had before. The taste of alcohol was faint on his lips, and you heard him groan as you lightly bit his bottom lip.

He had to stumble, but you never felt like you'd fall as he carried you upstairs and into your room. He never once broke the kiss, except when he set you on the bed and kissed against your neck. His lips were warm, making you tingle as your breath got whiny. He sat back up, his hands rubbing against your thighs. "God, you look so good in this dress."

He leaned down again, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I want you out of it." Katsuki sat up, pulling you up with him. You couldn't help but press your lips against his, feeling his warm hands against your back. It's like your bodies were in sync, moving together to pull your corset off. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes looking at your body.

"Fuck you look good." He was gentle, dipping his head down and cupping your breast with one hand while his mouth found your nipple. His tongue flicked against the sensitive bud before his lips pulled in and started to suck. A moan left your lips, feeling the soft tufts of his hair as your fingers sank into his scalp.

He kissed around your breast and the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other. When he pulled away, his breath was heavy, kissing up your chest and neck till he met your lips again. Now you were hungry, thirsting for more. You were quick to rip his suit jacket off, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up and off his body before going to his pants.

You unbuckled them, Katsuki taking over to do the rest and pulling them down. You pulled the bottom of your dress off, removing your lace gloves. Katsuki held your hip with one hand and used the other to press his tip against your folds. "Please, Katsuki..." You whined, which turned into a gasp as he pushed himself inside you.

Once he was in, his hands moved to grip your thighs, and you let your body rest back on the bed. His hips started a steady pace while his eyes stayed on you, watching your eyes flutter while you moaned out his name. It felt great, that missing thing you'd been craving for the past few months, finally being given to you.

His strokes were slow, his hips pressing as far as they could into you before sliding back again. His grip was firm yet gentle, his thrusts hard but slow. The perfect contrast that had you whining out his name in seconds. "Fuck, you feel good. This pussy feels so good." He groaned, letting his head fall back a bit so he could focus on the feeling and pleasing you. His fingers dug into your thighs, keeping him steady as he tried not to go too quickly. Tonight was about you, and he would make sure it stayed that way.

He listened to your breathing, how you moaned, and any time you said his name, and he did his best to do just like that over and over again, moving his body in tune with yours. His hips started to speed up, shorter thrusts with a harder impact. You gently gasped, soft sheets between your fingers as your moans became deeper and longer. "Come here," your voice was soft but just loud enough for Katsuki to hear. He did just as you asked, letting his forearms rest on the sides of your head as your arms wrapped around him. You needed him closer, needed to feel him with every piece of your body.

Katsuki knew what you liked: whispers and grunts in your ear, kisses against your jawline, bites on your neck, and he was delivering it all. As you started to cling to him, whining out his name just the way he liked to hear it, pressing your body into his with each thrust of his hips, he knew you were close. "You wanna cum for me baby?" His voice sent a shiver down your spine as all you could do was nod, that familiar feeling building up in your body while you focused on the pleasurable stretch from this thrust.

It didn't take much, but soon you were crying out his name as your body convulsed around his, and you could've sworn you felt a tear run down your cheek. It didn't matter, though, because Katsuki was kissing your face as his hips started to slow down. "Good girl... you took it so well. You okay?" "Mmhm..." "Words, baby." "I'm okay..." If you weren't still fuzzy-brained from your orgasm, you would've hit him for laughing at you. Instead, you just lay there as he slowly pulled away from you, then gasped at how easily he flipped you over and held your hips up.

"Good, cause I ain't done with you yet."