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Before the hour had passed, Katsuki’s dick appointment had reached its disappointing conclusion. That fucker looked all too satisfied to have made the omega nut once. And for that, Katsuki had put him out on his ass.
Buck naked, sprawled out over tangled sheets, Katsuki was wound tighter than a drum. Those days, he hardly ever smoked. However, after that bullshit, he needed one.
Before he retrieved the pack of cigarettes from his nightstand, the omega briefly considered taking his smoke outside. However, just as readily, the notion was disregarded. Fuck it. If he was going to be self-destructive, then he might as well go all out.
Flicking away ashes haphazardly, the omega marinated in his salty seasoning.
Over chat, that bastard talked a lot of game. He swore to fuck Katsuki cock-eyed, to leave him gaping and wanting for nothing.
What happened to all of that bravado? That jackass couldn't lay pipe for shit.
For one, there was too much extra crap to compensate for a weak stroke game. Light touches intended caress, only lead to annoyance. Then, to add insult to injury, the freak kept trying to kiss him mid-fuck.
Of course, the alpha came first. Only after he collapsed, sweaty and heaving from overexertion did the man even consider servicing the omega. And honestly, Katsuki wished he had not bothered. It was by far, the most unenthused hand job he had ever received.
With bitter resignation, the omega pushed smoke out of his nose. He wondered if Deku would be pleased: Katsuki was ruined for other men.
Does time heal all wounds? Or was that just some consolation bullshit? Six months was plenty of time to pick up the pieces, to quit making enough dinner for two people. And yet, here he was: gutted and hung out to dry.
All Katsuki wanted was to get his rocks off without thinking of his ex. Was that too much to ask?
Every goddamn day, that fucking nerd was on the news. On-screen, those bright eyes and dopey smile cut Katsuki to the quick. Given the circumstances, it was easy to forget he had kicked Deku out. Clearly, the alpha was doing just fine and here he was, barely holding on.
It didn’t take long for Katsuki to reach his threshold for self-pity. Like a fucking degenerate, the omega put out his cigarette in his water cup. Tossing on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, Katsuki made his way to the dive bar down the street.
After knocking back a shot of vodka, the omega immediately called for another. Katsuki could have done without the side-eye from the bartender, but whatever. In his ragged state, he couldn’t be bothered to put her in check.
Soon, the fuzz of alcohol permeated through his thick skull. Glancing over his surroundings, Katsuki rolled his eyes. What the fuck had he been thinking? That shitstain of a bar was a cesspool of nostalgia. With hardly a thought, Katsuki had dived into its rancid waters.
Nestled between dusty bottles and residue-stained glasses, memories lie in wait, all too eager to terrorize Katsuki's psyche.
Katsuki would have never stepped foot in that dilapidated hole in the wall if it were not for Deku’s insistence. Wherever Katsuki saw termite fodder, the alpha saw rustic charm.
How many nights had Katsuki drug that useless man out of the bar after one too many? Milestones, birthdays, anything worth celebrating: Deku made an excuse to visit 'their place.'
Despondent, the omega glared into his shot glass. That son of a bitch was pinned to him like a shadow. It was about time he moved. Fuck a different city, he might as well bite the bullet and transfer to another country.
Knees knocking against the barstool, with the cloying scent of misery hanging overhead, Katsuki was broadcasting vulnerability like network television. Still, he would have been damned if a bunch of nobodies caught him slipping. After calling for a final drink, the omega pulled up the hood of his sweater.
The omega figured a long walk would do him good. With any luck, he would run into trouble. After blowing off some steam on some two-bit villain, he could then return home with a weary body and clear mind.
All of that would have been well and good, but in the end, respite was not in the cards for the omega that night. The universe had it out for him, Katsuki was sure of it. As if on queue, that cock sucker Deku happened to waltz in.
Dressed down in a beanie and dark clothing, the alpha’s large frame stuck out like a sore thumb. As if on autopilot, the alpha went straight for the bar, taking the seat right beside Katsuki.
"Hi there.” Oblivious to the omega at his side, Deku waved down the bartender. “Could I have a whiskey on the rocks, please?”
Momentarily stunned by the absurdity of it all, Katsuki’s heart hammered against his rib cage.
The bartender was quick to comply with the alpha's request. Ever the poster boy for perfect manners, Deku offered a polite smile and demure nod, “Thank you.”
It appeared as if the alpha had made a habit of frequenting their old haunt. After taking a sip of his drink, the alpha proceeded to stare off into the distance.
With each passing second, Katsuki grew more irate. For six arduous, hellish months the omega had suffered in the fallout of their dissolution. And what of Deku? Clearly, Katsuki meant nothing to him. The omega wasn't so much as a blip on his radar.
Making no effort to conceal his disdain, Katsuki sneered. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, dipshit.”
At the sound of the omega's voice, the man jolted in his seat. “K-K-Kacchan?!”
Bug-eyed, the alpha drew back in horror. “Oh. Oh wow.”
As soon as the alpha found his bearings, he offered Katsuki a nerve-ridden smile. “Sorry. I didn’t see you there.”
“Gosh, it's been so long. Um, how are you doing?” When Katsuki failed to respond, Deku began to act on his anxiety.
Alternating between tugging on his beanie and running his hands over his thighs, the alpha pressed on awkwardly. “It seems like we are always missing each other. It's good to see you.”
In turn, Katsuki rolled his eyes and downed his third shot.
Despite Katsuki's blatant hostility, the alpha continued to spout niceties mindlessly. “I thought for sure I would have seen you at Yuga’s charity event.”
“I hope you did not skip on my account. I would have been happy to stagger our attendances.”
“Perhaps I should have been proactive?” The alpha brought a hand to his chin in contemplation. “I should have reached out. Gosh, it’s not like I don’t have your phone number…”
Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Katsuki slapped the hardwood counter. Fuck being cordial. He didn’t owe Deku anything.
“I'm not doing the small talk shit.” Sitting up straight, Katsuki removed his hood and faced the alpha head-on. “What the hell are you doing here? And don't give me any half-assed 'on my way home’ bullshit. I know you well enough to smell out a lie.”
For what seemed like an eternity, tension held them in suspension. Katsuki: full of piss and vinegar. Deku: helpless and without a clue.
Then, as if the air were being let out of a tire, the alpha deflated right before his eyes. The alpha's face ran through a wide array of difficult emotions: guilt, sadness, and then finally, defeat.
"I don't know," Deku replied somberly. “I guess I was feeling nostalgic?”
Only then, did Katsuki take in the alpha’s haggard appearance. Sunken eyes, harshened jawline: all signs of a man undone.
“I’m so sorry, Kacchan. It was a mistake.”
Those glossy eyes had Katsuki’s stomach churning with something akin to guilt.
Eyes darting everywhere except for Katsuki’s face, Deku spoke on, “I didn’t intend to make you uncomfortable. If you feel like I’m encroaching on your space, I will not come back here ever again.”
Then, it was the omega’s turn to feel stupid. Obviously, Katsuki had forgotten who the fuck he was dealing with. Of course, the breakup had taken its toll on the alpha. For all he knew Deku bled maple syrup. The guy was a perpetual sap.
"Whatever.” Taking no joy in Deku's distress, Katsuki was quick to disrupt the alpha’s downward spiral. “I get it."
“Just don't make it a habit.” Katsuki sank into his seat folding his arms over his chest. Averting his eyes in shame, he grumbled. “The last thing I need is a stalker on my hands.”
“Of course.” Offering a sad, pathetic smile, Deku readjusted his posture. “Thank you, Kacchan.”
As the two sat shoulder to shoulder in silence, Deku nursed his first drink while Katsuki called for his fourth.
Alternating between sneaking peaks at Katsuki and eyeing the door, Deku’s discomfort was blatant. It was no surprise that Deku intended to take the high road and show himself out. And really, Katsuki should have let him go. It was all too fresh. Any sort of interaction was bound to fuck Katsuki up in some way or another.
And yet, despite knowing better, Katsuki could not ignore the disgusting tug of his heart.
"Billiards?"
In response to Katsuki’s suggestion, Deku’s eyebrows shot up to the ceiling.
As soon as the message sunk in, the alpha’s eyes were bright. Grinning from ear to ear, Deku nearly tumbled out of his seat.
Once on his feet, the alpha responded awkwardly, "Yeah. Okay. Sure."
Feigning indifference, Katsuki led the way to the opposite end of the bar. Like a dog being thrown scraps, the alpha followed close behind.
Katsuki racked the balls while Deku went in search of his favorite cue.
The game proceeded with some degree of normalcy. Deku did most of the talking. The topics varied from current events to interesting quirks he had come across in their time apart. There was no discussion of their relationship or the aftermath. All for the best, seeing as the particulars would surely kill the vibe. Irreconcilable differences, and all that.
Katsuki felt light on his feet. Whether that was from his buzz or the thrill of playing with fire, he could not be sure. Being in close quarters, it was inevitable that the two would brush past one another now and then. To Katsuki's undoing, Deku’s musk lingered in the air, prickling his skin.
It was a close game, but ultimately Katsuki came up ahead. Eight ball, corner pocket: the finality of the moment was just as satisfying as it was somber.
At that point, the excuses had dried up. Of course, Deku was a good sport, without asking, paying their tabs.
Upon exiting the establishment the pair turned to face one another, lingering in the crisp night air.
“Thanks for sticking around, Kacchan.” Smiling, the alpha scuffed the bottom of his shoes against the concrete. “I had a great time catching up.”
“I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I’m so glad that after everything, we can still enjoy each other's company.”
Radiating fondness, Alpha contemplated aloud, “Who knows? Maybe after the dust settles, we can still be part of one another’s lives?"
Tilting his head to the side, Deku continued, “I mean, we started as friends…”
After that, it was in one ear and out the other. Katsuki could not handle much more of Deku’s horse shit. Despite his platonic declarations, the alpha was easy to read. He was deliberately rambling to keep the omega near.
Katsuki took full responsibility for what came next. It was short-sighted, reckless, and downright stupid. But honestly, after a rough day, a bad lay, and perhaps too much to drink, could you really blame him?
“What do you say we skip the pretense.” With a sly smile and a glint of challenge in his eyes, Katsuki folded his arms over his chest. “Take me back to my place. Fuck me within an inch of my life.”
In response to Katsuki’s abrupt proposition, the alpha’s breath hitched.
While Deku's mind worked double time to make sense of the omega's vulgar proposition, Katsuki took great pleasure in watching Deku's Adam's apple travel down the expanse of his throat. Under Deku’s desirous gaze, the omega felt powerful.
The shift in his demeanor was overt. Deku took a step forward. Standing a little taller, the alpha was calibrated and dialed in.
Snaking a hand around Katsuki's waist, the alpha drew them chest to chest. Gruff and definitive, the man replied, "Alright. I can do that."
In one hot heavy moment, six months of emptiness were forgotten. Deku took to kissing him with a familiar, rough sweetness. Cedarwood and whiskey, heady with desire. Katsuki’s senses were flooded with Deku: his touch, his taste, his scent. And still, it was not enough.
To Katsuki’s undoing, a thumb snuck under the hem of his shirt, rubbing into the center of his spine right above his hips. Entranced by the wet warmth of Deku’s mouth, Katsuki returned the fervor, draping his arms around the alpha’s neck.
From head to toe, the two were locked in, exchanging affections like the world depended on it.
Within moments, the pair stumbled into Katsuki’s apartment.
Deku’s beanie was tossed aside. Katsuki's hands were all over that messy mop, tugging on locks at the base of his skull.
The omega relished in the prickle of stubble against his neck, the flurry of pheromones radiating an unwarranted level of possession. To be coveted satisfied a baser instinct within Katsuki. For the moment, he wanted to belong to Deku, to be his most prized asset.
With a rough jerk, Katsuki was flung around. To steady himself, the omega placed his hands on the front door.
Katsuki felt Deku’s hot breath against his ear. Clipped and eager, The alpha spoke, "Just remember, Kacchan.”
Abruptly, the omega’s legs were knocked apart. “You asked for this."
Large hands roamed over the expanse of his clothed chest, roughly kneading the flesh underneath. Pinching, tugging, administering the faintest amount of pain, Deku’s touches were electric, sending charges all over the omega’s body.
"Haaa…" Enveloped by the man, all Katsuki could do was receive. Dick swelling, asshole clenching, Katsuki was hot with anticipation.
Deku took the initiative, shoving Katsuki’s pants down. Upon sight of the omega’s bare ass, the alpha ground his boner into its cleft. He spat on it Katsuki’s crack, working his dick into the mess with ease.
Feeling the ridge of Deku’s dickhead rub along his cheeks had Katsuki acting like a slut, arching backward and pushing his ass out. The friction was a precursor of what was soon to come. It felt damn good and oh-so-satisfying.
Before Katsuki knew it, the alpha’s dick was pressed against his fuck hole.
"Mmmph!" Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as Deku took the plunge. Fuck, it hurt so good.
“Shit…” Deku groaned, filling him to the brim with that fat cock.
The alpha was merciless, ramming his stiff dick with wild abandon. Every ounce of passion went unwasted, reminding Katsuki who the fuck he was dealing with.
"Fuck!" Katsuki screamed, “Deku ahh! God damnit!"
Katsuki was senseless, mouth hanging open, panting like a dog. Without missing a beat, Deku gave his ass a hard smack. Caught off guard, the omega cried out. “Ahhh!”
As soon as Katsuki started slipping down the door, Deku took hold of his wrists, forcing them backward. He crossed them over the omega’s lower back, pinning him in place with one hand.
Deku ground into that ass with unmatched stamina. With every harsh thrust, Katsuki's vision went blurry.
While huge balls smacked against his thighs, Katsuki’s dick flopped along in sync.
“Son of a bitch! Holy shit!”
Deku made no effort to stifle Katsuki's expletives. Instead, the alpha placed his free hand on the base of Katsuki’s neck, scruffing the omega until his eyes rolled back into his skull.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
It was just the sort of animalistic, depraved shit Katsuki craved. There was nothing pretty about what they were doing. This wasn’t 'making love.' If anything, Katsuki figured Deku was mad at him.
Undoubtedly, Katsuki was toying with his heart. After the deed was done, it was a given that Katsuki would cast Deku aside like yesterday’s trash. And for that, The alpha pummeled Katsuki's ass.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, Katsuki’s eyes screwed shut. Sloppy wet, his innards clenched around that fat dick. Briefly, he seized. Like a rocket, he shot jizz all over the front of his sweater.
Alongside pleasure came an immense sense of relief. The insufferable itch had been scratched. His balls were lighter, and the tightness in his body had abated. Of course, this post-orgasmic peace was short-lived.
A loud squelch accompanied the alpha’s abrupt dismount. Without Deku’s support, Katsuki fell forward into the door.
The alpha spanked his ass once more before growling out, “Bedroom.”
Wobbly on his feet, Katsuki mindlessly complied. First, he tore off his sweater. Then, he stepped out of his pants. He was no more than a few steps in before Katsuki was thrown over those broad shoulders like a game animal.
With little care, the omega was tossed on the bed.
In one move, Deku’s shirt and sweater were absconded. Just as quickly his pants and boxers were off, leaving the man completely nude at the foot of Katsuki’s bed.
In the brief interim, Katsuki took stock of the man before him. No surprise, Deku was exactly the way he left him: muscle-bound, fine as hell, with that hideous, massive cock.
Green electricity emanated from his form as he crawled toward Katsuki on the bed. The glow in his eyes was downright feral. As soon as Katsuki was within reach, the alpha took hold of his thighs.
Front facing, Deku buried his cock into the other man. Yet again, the action took Katsuki’s breath away. Hot cock was overloading his system, the omega could do nothing but be fucked.
“Jesus Christ!” Katsuki ran his hands over his face, entirely overwhelmed. “Oh fuck!”
While the alpha gnawed on his clavicle, Katsuki clung to him for dear life, bouncing along as he took cock. The sadistic prick made light work of blowing Katsuki's mind, tugging on his nipples while Katsuki cried out helplessly.
So engrossed, Katsuki unknowingly hooked his legs around Deku’s waist, limiting Deku’s range of motion. Nonetheless, the alpha continued to fuck him deep.
Once again Katsuki was at his limit, busting all over the alpha’s chest. Never one to overlook a resource, Deku took to using Katuski’s spunk as lubrication for his wicked play.
Working jizz into every divot of the omega’s chest, Deku continued to take him hard and fast.
Fucking Katsuki like he owned him, the bastard scraped his teeth against Katsuki’s neck. The possessive play had Katsuki leaking like a faucet. All the while, his foolish hindbrain was begging for it, hoping the alpha would slip up and leave his claim.
Deku was giving his ass a proper send-off, fucking him like it was the last time. Appropriate, seeing as it probably was the last time.
“Oh! Oh God! Deku! Fuck!” Blubbering like a baby, tears pooled in Katsuki’s lower lashes “I can’t take it anymore! Cum you mother fucker!”
“Ahhh! Ahh!” Completely overtaken by the friction, the omega pleaded, “Cum, god damnit!”
To that, the alpha leaned forward, grinding his dick into Katsuki’s prostate. The omega squeezed his eyes shut. Once again, Katsuki was taut and shivering, close to orgasm.
Husky and hot, Deku proceeded to goad him, “You got one more in you, Kacchan?”
And then Katsuki felt it: that monster can of a dick popped off.
Deku was so huge inside of him, it felt like he would break in two. Katsuki bit down on his lip so hard, the taste of iron was hot in his mouth.
In tandem, the omega reciprocated, squeezing that dick like a boa constrictor. His own dick dribbled out what little spunk remained in his ballsack.
While familiar, the sensation of ejaculating alongside Deku never got stale. Their pulse in unison, as if they were a singular entity. All was right in the world.
Deku stared directly into his eyes as he caught his breath. Coated in a light layer of sweat, the asshole had no right looking so handsome, staring at Katsuki like he was someone special.
Coming down from his own orgasm, Katsuki’s brain felt tingly. His entire body was sensitive and lax as Deku’s cock throbbed inside of him, filling him with thick sticky cum.
While Deku enjoyed his prolonged orgasm, he continued to grope Katsuki all over. Ass, cock, anything he could get his hands on until he eventually settled on Katsuki’s chest.
Pressing the flesh of his pecks together, the alpha alternated between sucking and biting his nipples. All the while, Katsuki remained still, entirely fucked out.
For sure, Katsuki needed to pick up some Plan B, but god damn, it was worth it.
When the alpha eventually pulled out, he held Katsuki’s hips upward to keep from spilling on the sheets. While maneuvering, Deku kept his eyes fixed on Katsuki’s fuck hole. To that, the omega could not help but smirk. Some things never changed. That freak loved to fill him with spunk.
As the fog of arousal dissipated, the unpleasant particulars of the situation became more apparent.
This wasn’t some anonymous fuck. This was Deku, his ex. Katsuki had x-ed Deku out of his life for good reason. And yet, when his eyes flitted over the man before him, Katsuki found himself too comfortable to care.
The omega let out a deep sigh. What was done, was done. Shelving his feelings of regret, the omega conceded.
What’s another step when you are already on the way to hell?
Without remorse, Katsuki proclaimed. “You are spending the night.”
Flashing a smile so genuine and earnest, Deku pressed a kiss into the back of Katsuki’s calf.
“Okay, Kacchan.”