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Katsuki admired herself in the full-length mirror, lips upturned into a smirk. She knew she looked hot, always did thanks to her parent’s genes. The red dress she adorned had spaghetti straps leading into just enough fabric to cover her modest chest before plunging down, showing off the valley between her breasts.

The fabric hung loosely at the base of the plunge, able to move freely, but taped to remain tasteful and keep her covered. It was backless, showing off her toned back and shoulders, hinting at the little dips in her waist.

Where the fabric finally met skin again at her hips practically clutched at her figure, tight and form-fitting over the top curve of her ass, but laying loose over her thighs, ending about two inches above her knees. The slit up the side of her right thigh showed off how toned she was, while still being on the thin side.

It had been a while since she had gone out dancing, always too irritable with the idea of too many people in too tight a space, bumping into her or grabbing her against her will. When her friend Mina had complained about her constant need to be a hermit though, she decided one night out wouldn’t be so bad.

Despite the annoyance, Katsuki always had fun hanging out with Mina. They could people watch, gossip a bit, score free drinks off those desperate for their attention, then lose themselves to the beat of the music. A win-win really.

Katsuki had just enough time to lightly spritz on her cologne, opting for a more masculine scent tonight, before her phone was going off. A picture of Mina and her bubble-gum pink hair popped up on the screen, smile bright as her face was smooshed against Katsuki’s grimacing face.

A quick chat let the blonde know her friend was downstairs already, so she quickly grabbed her clutch, locked up and headed down. She gave a quick hello to Mina’s boyfriend, Kirishima, who was going to be dropping them off and picking them up for the evening, then climbed into the back seat and immediately devolved into chattering with her friend.

By the time they arrived at the venue, there was already a line outside the door. Fortunately for them, their long-time friend was manning the door tonight. Kaminari instantly brightened, practically wagging his non-existent tail as he recognized Kirishima’s car. He immediately abandoned his spot at the front door where he was supposed to be stamping hands and managing money to bound over to the vehicle.

It took way too long for them to get the excited man to calm down enough to let the girls out and walk them inside, personally escorting them through the employee only entrance and stamping their hands without charging either. Mina made small talk with the electric blonde, promising a get together soon so they could all hang out properly before Kaminari finally slumped back to do his job.

There was a short hallway leading from the doorway to the main dance room, barely lit and already heavily smelling of alcohol and bad choices. The two girls stuck close together, already trying to decide what their first drink would be before they’re able to hit the dance floor.

As they stood at the bar, they kept their eyes gazing around. It didn’t take long for a relatively tall man to approach them, smiling wolfishly down at them as his eyes raked down their taut bodies. Katsuki did her best to not immediately roll her eyes in disgust, while Mina took the reins. She smiled big and bright, coiling a single pink curl around her finger as she batted her fake lashes up at the idiot.

Mina would never in a million years cheat on her loving boyfriend, but even Kirishima had no qualms with the woman scoring some free drinks as long as she was careful. She placed her well-manicured hand lightly on the guy’s forearm and giggled adorably at whatever nonsense he was spewing, then motioned to Katsuki, winking discreetly at the blonde.

Ah, that’s her cue. Katsuki leaned forward a bit, slightly squishing her breasts together with the movement and glared up at the no-name guy. Somehow, her poor attitude never seemed to be a turn off to the dozens of men that insisted on talking to them. It didn’t seem to matter if Katsuki informed them she’s a lesbian, they all thought she just hadn’t met the right guy to change her mind.

The more she snarked and argued, the more insistent they became. Eventually, she realized she’d never win, opting to let Mina take over controlling the conversations and just adding in enough to let them know Mina wasn’t alone. It barely took any time for the pink-haired girl to convince the guy to buy them a drink.

Mina had this way about her, somehow making the man think it was his idea to buy them a drink, instead of hers. Katsuki thanks her lucky stars the girl was her friend and not an enemy. She was masterful with her manipulation tactics, always getting what she wanted and never making it seem like she planned it that way.

Drinks obtained, the girls sauntered off to find a table, Mina waving casually at the guy before tossing the napkin he slid her way into a nearby trashcan. Katsuki gave her a knowing look, to which the other merely shrugged and took a generous sip of her beverage.

Despite the copious number of people already in the club, they found a table with relative ease. Surprisingly, as they sat at their chosen location, they were approached by someone they already knew. Ochaco clung to Mina, squealing and animatedly talking, the two lost in their gossip. It gave Katsuki time to turn away, slowly sipping on her Mai Tai as she gazed around the room.

She was about to turn back around and point out a younger girl that was bambi-walking in her heels but stopped short. On the opposite side of the room was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Short, fit, curly green hair just begging to have Katsuki’s hands running through it. She was too far away still to see extreme detail, but she was coming closer.

The woman stopped about 5 tables away, sitting politely on her stool and playing on her phone. Now that she’s closer, Katsuki could get a slightly better view of the beauty. The dark room made it a bit difficult, but the occasional flashing light would cascade over the woman’s face, illuminating those viridian curls. She’s wearing a green dress that compliments her hair nicely. There’re a few well-placed holes down the sides that show off just enough freckled skin to entice, but not enough to show anything. There are spaghetti straps to show off toned, but soft looking shoulders, and there seems to be some sort of secondary connection from the back of the dress that leads to slightly puffy sleeves, or perhaps some sort of jacket that is slipping from around her, that looks to be made of the same material. The sleeves start just above her elbows, covering the entirety of her forearms and cinching slightly around her delicate wrists.

Katsuki feels her mouth water and her heart rate increase as she continues to stare, unashamed, at the nymph not too far away. Occasionally, the other woman will lift her head, seemingly scanning the room, then returns her attention to her phone. Katsuki burns with a jealous desire to know what it’s like to be the center of her attention, to have those wide eyes only on her instead of that stupid device.

The blonde is pulled from her silent pining by Ochaco nudging her non-too gently in her side. She turns to glare at the brunette, scowl already fixed onto her beautiful face. “The fuck ya want, Cheeks? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

The shorter girl snorts with a slight eye-roll. “Please, you’re getting the table wet from all your drooling. Never known you to not go for what you want. You seriously just gonna sit here instead of talking to her?”

Katsuki takes a sip of her drink to avoid scoffing, her ruby eyes drifting back to the beautiful woman only a few tables away. Just as she’s about to tell off her friend for even suggesting that she wouldn’t go talk to the woman, she stops, almost forgetting how to swallow. Her drink, forgotten in her hand, nearly spills as she takes in an unfortunate sight.

A man has appeared next to what would have been Katsuki’s future wife, arm casually draped around the back of the girl’s chair, leaning disgustingly close and /nuzzling/ against chubby freckled cheeks. The girl is giggling adorably from the action, staring up at the man with clear affection.

“Oooh, ouch, well Baku-babe, can’t get them all,” Mina pipes in, lightly patting Katsuki’s hand in condolence.

Ochaco leans just enough to lightly bump her shoulder against the blonde’s and says, “Sorry about that, next drink is on me, yeah?”

Katsuki does /not/ pout. She doesn’t. What she does do is glare down at her drink, desperately trying to not look back to the woman ahead of her. Her teeth clench in annoyance and she swallows thickly before nodding quickly. “Yeah, whatever Cheeks, get me somethin’ good this time. None of that Vegas bullshit.”

It’s barely 20 minutes later when Katsuki finds herself staring at the same table again. Once more, the beautiful woman is all alone. There’s a jacket draped over the back of her chair now, otherwise nothing seems to have changed. The woman’s glass is empty and she continues to scroll on her phone, clearly bored.

A quick scan of the room shows the supposed boyfriend talking to two other scantily clad women several feet away from the green goddess. Unbelievable. Here this waste of space had an absolutely gorgeous girl with him and he’s off talking to some skanks instead, leaving behind a treasure unguarded and ready for the taking.

Katsuki shakes her head to rid herself of the thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking of such things. That woman isn’t some trophy to be stolen, but still, she can’t help but think that if she were by that girl’s side, she’d never leave her alone like that. She’d fucking worship her. Katsuki would be on her knees praying to her body like it’s all she needs to fucking breathe.

She grimaces, but otherwise chooses to ignore the situation for now. Mina squeals, bouncing in her seat as a new song comes on. Katsuki barely has time to set her new drink down before she’s being dragged to the dance floor. Ochaco laughs and waves the two off, staying behind to watch over everyone’s belongings.

The hyperactive pink-haired woman is already swaying her hips to the beat, hands trailing up her own body as she starts singing aloud. Katsuki rolls her eyes at the antics, but finds herself getting swept into the mood when Mina rolls her body against her, teasing her into actually moving. The two dance together, protecting one another from the unwanted approaches of strange men, acting as lovers instead of platonic friends.

Katsuki turns, back facing Mina, and catches sight of the green-haired woman once more. She sits in the same spot, swirling her straw in the same fucking glass, now just watered down nothingness as the ice had melted long ago. Her boyfriend is at the table with his back facing the girl as he talks to another group that has pulled up a table close to theirs. Katsuki feels the hair on the back of her neck raise when she watches the dumbass bump into his girlfriend, knocking the table until it wobbles precariously, forcing the poor little forest nymph to quickly stabilize it to prevent it from tipping. He doesn’t turn to apologize or even check if she’s okay. Instead, he just continues on with his conversation.

Katsuki wants nothing more than to step in, but her plans are derailed when Mina wraps a hand around her bicep and turns her again, eyes silently telling her that she needs help. Katsuki leans down enough for her ear to be closer to her friend. Mina has to yell to be heard over the music, but Katsuki’s close enough to get the message. Mina has to go to the bathroom and wants Katsuki to accompany her.

Despite claiming her need to evacuate her bladder, Mina spends an ungodly amount of time taking selfies to send off to her boyfriend. Katsuki has to raise her voice and yell unrealistic threats to the other woman before Mina finally laughs and drags them both into a large stall. Katsuki rolls her eyes and calls her friend gross for making her be there too, but the dark-skinned woman ignores her, humming to the music that can still be heard in the bathroom.

They both finish and go to wash their hands. Mina continues to waste time checking her perfect smudge-proof makeup, wiping at non-existent smears and fluffing her perfectly crafted curls. As Katsuki begins to tap her food impatiently, ready to return to their seats, Mina surprises her by pulling her close, smooshing their faces together and begins snapping a series of photos. It’s reminiscent of the photo the blonde uses for the other’s contact image. Katsuki only has enough patience to last a few more pictures before she’s struggling to disentangle herself from her friend so they can return to Ochaco, Mina snort-laughing the whole way.

Katsuki swaps out with Ochaco, taking over the duty of watching their belongings while the other two dance and sing obnoxiously loud to the music. She’s on her third drink, nursing it slowly to avoid getting too inebriated as she keeps an eye on her friends. From her spot, the blonde can roll her eyes affectionately at her precious idiots when they wave at her from the dance floor, immediately going back to scream-singing in each other’s faces while they jump in place with the crescendo of whatever song is playing.

Katsuki passes on swapping out again, opting to stay seated when the two come back to drink a bit and cool down. A random squeal to their left signals the three women to look up. Ochaco’s reply squeal signals that they clearly know one another. Soon enough, there’s a new group of people swarming their small table, all chatting animatedly with one another. Katsuki is smooshed between Mina and Ochaco, silently scowling at the turn of events.

The blonde is about to tell Mina she’s going to call and Uber to come get her, but like the good friend she is, Mina’s already looking at her apologetically. With a nod of her head towards Katsuki, the blond stands and begins to say her goodbyes to the group.

Katsuki makes her way to the bar, closing out her tab and walks back to the group long enough to give one more hug to her two friends and grab her clutch. She turns to make her way out of the dance hall. She barely takes a couple of steps before she looks once more towards the beautiful girl she’d been intermittently staring at all night.

Sitting there, all alone, is the woman of her dreams. With enough liquid courage flowing through her veins and a vengeful, jealous ire fueling her movements, Katsuki turns directions, instead walking to the practically empty table. She taps once on the woman’s bare shoulder, quickly moving the opposite direction of her tap to avoid being seen and takes a seat at the table.

The girl lifts her head from staring at her phone, turns towards where the tap was, clearly surprised to see no one there, then turns back in time to see a stunning blonde woman sit at the empty stool across from her. She blinks her large doe-like emerald eyes at the woman, unsure of what to say.

“I can’t believe I almost went home. What are the chances? Everyone’s dancing and he’s not with you,” the mysterious woman says, voice a pleasant growl, somewhat deeper than what she first imagined, but still delightful to hear.

Izuku tilts her head adorably, “Sorry, uhm, what do you mean?”

The blond woman leans forward, one arm bent across the table top as she does so. “I never would have left you alone, here on your own glued to your phone.”

Green eyes widen in surprise, a light dusting of embarrassed red topping her cheeks as she’s called out by this stranger. She figures she should be nervous and on guard from this person she doesn’t know just coming to sit with her and talking as if she’s been /watching/ for long enough to realize she’s basically been abandoned by her boyfriend, but instead she’s positively thrilled by such a beautiful woman taking interest in her. She feels a sliver of shame crawling up her spine at the thought.

Izuku does her best not to nervously bite at her lips, a habit her boyfriend constantly fusses at her about, instead tapping her nails lightly on the table as she decides how to respond. The blonde seems more than content to wait it out, leaning back a bit while smirking devilishly at her.

With an anxious gulp, Izuku tucks a stray curl behind her ear, eyes darting from the model-worthy face to the table, to her nails and back again, never staying in one spot for too long. How is she meant to respond to this gorgeous person?

“Ah, I’m guessing you noticed m-my boyfriend isn’t really sticking around too much, huh? I-it’s okay though, really!” Izuku mumbles out. She’s not sure if she’s meant to defend her boyfriend in this situation. It would be a lie to say that this is the first time this happened.

The blonde leans in again, still smirking as she looks Izuku up and down quickly. “Yeah, I noticed he seems more interested in extras instead of worshiping the ground you walk on. Not to worry though, it’s his loss. I’m more than happy to keep you company if you’d like~” Katsuki suggests.

Izuku giggles nervously, rubbing one arm as she sneaks another glance at the beauty in front of her. “You- ah, I mean. You’re so very pretty and I’m not normally- err, I- or rather he- uhm.” She takes a moment to suck in a deep breath, eyes closed as she recenters herself.

“My name is Izuku, and you are…?”

“Katsuki. Nice to meet you, I-zu-ku. Your stuttering is cute, but you don’t need to try to defend that guy. Let me buy you a drink and we can talk about it, if that’s okay?” Katsuki smirk simmers down to something a bit more innocent. At the accepting nod, Katsuki stands to make her way to the bar to get them another drink.

The two spend some time talking about the situation. Katsuki learns this isn’t the first time Izuku has been left on the sideline while her so-called boyfriend goes off to who-the-fuck knows where talking to randos. After a few minutes, Izuku seems to be comfortable enough to let the mumbling overtake her nerves.

Over time, Katsuki casually moves her chair a bit closer to the incredible woman. Their small talk turns into something more as they learn of their commonalities with one another. Proper speech slips into a more flirtatious atmosphere with little difficulty. The first time Katsuki gets Izuku to laugh, she nearly forgets how to breathe. It’s loud in the beginning, but Izuku quickly covers her mouth with the back of her hand as if ashamed of the sound.

Katsuki quickly reaches out to pull her hand away, irritation simmering under her skin from being denied such a sound. “Hey hey, none of that. Let me hear you, beautiful.”

Izuku’s bottom lip wobbles slightly as she looks down at the delicate hand wrapped around her wrist. “Ah, sorry uhm. My boyfriend doesn’t really like the sound, says it’s too brash for a lady.”

Katsuki scoffs and gently rubs her thumb across Izuku’s pulse point on her inner wrist. “That loser doesn’t know what he’s fucking talking about. You’re laugh- no, /you/ are fucking perfect. I could be a better boyfriend than him. You don’t need to stick around with someone that isn’t willing to treat you the way you deserve.”

Izuku gasps softly, wide eyes staring unblinkingly at the woman in front of her as they begin to fill with unshed tears. “Katsuki…you- you don’t even know me, how could you possibly…” she trails off, heart clenching as she’s being told sweeter words by this stranger than the person who’s supposed to care for her the most.

“Maybe I haven’t known you long, but I can fucking tell. I know for a damn fact that the guy you’re with doesn’t deserve someone like you! I’ve been sitting here for over half an hour and he hasn’t shown up once to check on you. Shit, I’ve been here for hours and I only saw him near you twice and one of those times he was facing away from you. No one should turn away from you if they’re lucky enough to have you.”

Before Izuku can even respond, there’s an overbearing presence suddenly behind her, a large hand clenching onto her shoulder roughly. The scent of patchouli stinging her nose as her boyfriend makes himself known.

“Hey babe, who’s your,” he pauses long enough to lick his lips while gazing at Katsuki, “beautiful friend here? Why didn’t you tell me you were expecting someone? If I had known, maybe I would have stayed over here a bit longer. Hi gorgeous, my name is-”.

The guy doesn’t get to finish his thought. Katsuki’s face contorts into clear disgust as she stares at him like he’s gum on the bottom of her heel. “Not interested, Extra.” She blinks and her face instantly changes back into something more sultry as she gazes back at Izuku. “Wanna go dance a bit, Izuku?”

As Izuku tries to stand, she’s pushed back down by the hand still on her shoulder. When she gasps in pain as the same hand squeezes her too tightly, Katsuki stands, face already promising painful vengeance.

“Sit down Izuku. I don’t think I like this little friend of yours. Perhaps you just don’t know your place. I’m willing to forget your behavior if you tell me your name, little one.” His smile is like an oil slick, nasty, slimy, grimy in a way that makes one feel like they need a shower.

Still standing, Katsuki’s eyes briefly flash over to the hand gripping threateningly onto Izuku before glancing back at the man in front of her. “I don’t fucking care what you like, asshat. Get your grip off her, you hairless ape. You’re hurting her.”

“Katsuki- please-”. Izuku hisses in pain as her boyfriend tightens his grip again before finally releasing her to place both hands into his pockets. A cocky smirk overtakes his face as he stares down his nose at Katsuki.

“Katsuki huh? Strong name for a little woman. You seem a little too invested in my sweet Izuku. What are you, gay or something?”

The blonde rolls her eyes, casually looking down at her nails completely unbothered as she picks imaginary dirt from underneath them. She makes a point of examining her pointer and middle finger, nails clipped shorter on those two digits than the rest before she smirks at Izuku once more.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he /never/ did. Thinking I’m gonna steal you from him,” she says with a level of confidence that sends shivers through Izuku’s body.

“The fuck did you say, you bitch?! I’m not gonna stand here and listen to this trash. Keep your gay hands off. Come on, Izuku, let’s go.” The unnamed man grips Izuku above her elbow, wrenching her from her chair, making her wince and stumble from the sudden movement.

Katsuki reaches out, gripping lightly onto Izuku’s wrist until she turns and looks at the blonde. “I don’t need to tell you twice all the ways he can’t suffice. If I could give you some advice, I would leave with me tonight.”

Izuku’s eyes widen as she leans towards Katsuki. Her boyfriend takes notice, pulling her into his side and glaring at the blonde woman. “There’s nothing you could provide for her that I couldn’t give, tramp.”

Katsuki glares once more at the man, “How about some fucking respect for starters, you waste of oxygen.”

The anger sits heavy in the air, charging the atmosphere around their little table. Katsuki looks back to Izuku, intent on ignoring the raging man. “I’ll be so nice her,” she stares into Izuku’s eyes, “I’ll be so nice to you. You won’t even remember him,” she glances back at the man, “she won’t even remember you.” Her smirk turns deadly.

“You-!” The guy says, face red with unbridled rage.

Before anything else can be said, Izuku pulls away from her boyfriend, an adorable glare on her face as her cheeks puff up with irritation as she looks up at him. “Stop that! You always treat me like trash and I’m tired of it! How can you speak like that to Kacchan?! You know I’m bi, right?! So where is this homophobia coming from? What, it’s only a good thing if it means you can force me into a threeway with another girl for your sake?”

Both, Katsuki and the boyfriend look at Izuku with shock, neither expecting her to speak up like that.

“I’m over this, and I’m over you! We’re done! Lose my number.” She huffs, stomping one foot like an upset little bunny. She turns suddenly to Katsuki when she hears the blonde erupt in laughter.

Katsuki chuckles, shoulder checking the guy to step closer to Izuku. She gazes into the endless galaxy inside of Izuku’s emerald eyes as she says, “The universe must have divined this. Ladies first, baby, I insist.” She holds one hand outward in invitation for Izuku to step away. As the smaller woman steps around her now ex-boyfriend, Katsuki places one hand onto her lower back to guide her safely away, smirking in victory at the speechless man.

Izuku is shaking uncontrollably by the time they make it outside into the warm air. Katsuki becomes less certain of things now as she tries to gauge how the green-haired woman will respond. “Izu-”

She’s cut off suddenly as Izuku looks up at her with stars in her eyes and practically shouts, “Oh my god! Kacchan did you see that?! I finally told him off. Ugh it felt so good too! Can you believe it?!” Izuku’s vibrating, panting slightly with exuberance as she begins pacing.

Katsuki blinks twice, watching the woman walk side to side while mumbling about how good it felt to leave him. She snorts and places one hand on her cocked hip, “Yeah babe, you did great. Proud of you for standing up to that loser. Honestly, he should apologize to all the trees for wasting the air they produce.”

Izuku barely stops the bubbling laughter from overflowing. She takes a deep breath, running a shaky hand through her curls as she looks over to the blonde woman. “I can’t thank you enough for that, Katsuki.”

The blonde takes a moment to absorb everything that’s just happened, a slight frown on marring her face. “Hey, come on now, there’s no need to thank me. That jerk didn’t deserve you and I’m just glad you got away from him.”

Izuku chuckled, waving one hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s not like I’m anything great, but I do really appreciate it regardless. I guess I just don’t really know what to do now. I’ve been with him for a while, and I feel like everything I had before is now gone.”

Katsuki smirks and walks closer to the beauty, looping one of their arms together. “The night is still young, wanna come back to my place and watch some movies? I can whip us up some food and we can forget that loser.”

The smaller girl looks up at Katsuki with wide eyes shining admiration as she says, “Can we build a little blanket fort?”

Shocked by the sudden childish excitement, Katsuki can’t stop the explosion of laughter, turning her head away to avoid laughing directly in Izuku’s face.

“Sure, yeah, we can build a fort nerd, if it’ll make ya happy. Come on, let’s get outta here.”

Without the aid of going home with Mina and her boyfriend, Katsuki offers to set up an Uber back to her place. Izuku quickly stops her and states that her boyfriend always made her drive so that he could have as much alcohol as he wanted without having to worry.

Katsuki has to bite her tongue to avoid going off again and only barely manages to stop herself from venturing inside to hunt down that useless man and tearing into him. The thought of being able to spend some more time with Izuku within the safety of her own home is the main thing that helps her avoid jail time.

Once Izuku has input Katsuki’s address into her GPS, the two begin an easy conversation about everything and nothing. They’re in the midst of a heated debate on which era of their favorite childhood anime is the best when they arrive at Katsuki’s home.

The two clamber out of Izuku’s vehicle and march up to the blonde’s front door, still discussing the pros and cons of each era. They’re both so distracted that Izuku doesn’t even excuse herself when they make their way inside. It feels oddly natural for her to kick off her shoes and place them next to the blonde’s heels before they’re both slipping on a set of soft slippers.

It isn’t until Katsuki huffs, shaking her head and starts walking towards her kitchen that Izuku realizes how things have been moving along. She’s left standing awkwardly in the middle of the walkway, unsure of where she’s supposed to be.

“Want anything to drink? I have water, tea, juice and some different types of alcohol if you’re still in the mood,” Katsuki calls out while examining everything inside of her fridge.

“Oh, uhm, I’ll have whatever you’re having, if that’s okay,” Izuku rushes to mumble out.

Katsuki picks her head up, her molten eyes staring directly into Izuku’s orbs.

“Are you sure? You’re welcome to have whatever you want. I’m gonna grab another beer, but you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.”

Instantly, freckled cheeks become overshadowed by a light rosy dusting, and Izuku can do nothing but quickly dart her eyes to anything other than the attractive blonde woman staring into her soul.

Sensing her unease, Katsuki frowns and stands fully upright again, hand gripping onto the handle of the fridge door.

“How about you get settled onto the couch and start working on our fort and I’ll bring the drinks out, yeah? I have all of the My Hero Academia movies on the shelf right in front of the table if you wanna grab one for us to watch.”

“Okay, Kacchan!”

With a heavy sigh of relief, Izuku lights up once more, excitedly making her way over to the designated area and begins looking through the small collection. Her face is scrunched up with her determined concentration when she’s suddenly shocked by a wet coldness touching her cheek. Izuku gasps and jolts up, holding onto her offended cheek while she turns to stare at the other woman.

“Don’t gotta think so hard about it, hun, ya can just choose one.” Katsuki’s smirk is playful and challenging as she holds out the open beer she pressed against Izuku’s plump cheek.

It takes a moment, Izuku just staring with wide eyes as she continues to hold onto her cheek, before she finally accepts the offering. Heat overwhelms her face and she quickly turns away, staring at the opening of her drink and mumbling a quiet ‘thanks’.

She busies her hands by idly picking at the beer label, biting her lower lip. There’s a light clunk from Katsuki setting her own beverage down on a coaster on the table, but Izuku ignores it as she returns her attention to finding a worthy movie. A sudden poomf distracts the woman and she turns to see what made the sound only to discover a pile of blankets abandoned on the couch. She twists and turns until she’s able to find Katsuki’s retreating back.

“Kacchan?”

“Did you find a movie, hun?”

More interested in whatever Katsuki is doing, Izuku quickly chooses the second My Hero Academia movie and leaves it, along with her beer, on the table, shuffling over to Katsuki.

“Need any help, Kacchan?”

Katsuki turns to peer at the gorgeous nymph next to her, taking a moment to silently appreciate her still-flushed freckled cheeks, full lips, button nose and galactic eyes. She has to clear her throat and quickly look away to avoid seeming like a perv and notes that there’s at least a movie selected before she can answer the lingering question.

“Ah, yeah, if ya don’t mind helping me move some of these chairs over. We can use them as supports for the fort.”

Izuku lights up and says, “Kacchan’s so smart!”

Katsuki definitely doesn’t blush from such a simplistic compliment. Absolutely not. Instead of commenting on it at all, she picks up a chair and moves it to the living room area, Izuku right behind her, also carting a chair.

The two work in comfortable silence as they bring chairs and more blankets, sheets and pillows. Occasionally sipping on their beers and exchanging not-so-subtle glances at one another, they begin construction on their blanket fort. They’re only working for a minute before Katsuki gets the idea to play some music. Their hips sway and heads nod to the upbeat music as they continue their work.

Neither is sure how it happens, but they’re both laughing as Izuku begins to dance in a silly manner, jumping somewhat off rhythm and wiggling her arms. Not one to be outdone, Katsuki joins in the fun, twirling and waving her hands in the air. They’re a giggling mess, panting and sweating slightly from their impromptu dances as they finally complete their fort.

Katsuki encourages Izuku to head in while she sets up the movie of choice then leaves long enough to grab them each another beer. Izuku started making commentary, unable to simply sit without mumbling her thoughts. She became nervous and fidgety when she noticed Katsuki staring at her but was pleasantly surprised when Katsuki asked probing questions and actually seemed interested in what she had to say. Now the two sit side by side, exchanging fun facts and other remarks.

They’re in the middle of doing a deep-dive analysis on the final battle between the heroes and Nine and what the villain’s abilities could mean for the future of One For All when Izuku suddenly stops and looks away.

“Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong, Izuku? Did I say something to upset you?” Katsuki asks softly, unsure of where things seemingly went wrong. Sure, they’re debating, each with their own list of facts about the My Hero world, but Katsuki didn’t think that she was too gruff. Honestly, she thought they were on the same page.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that Kacchan. It’s just- It’s been such a very long time- No, I suppose that isn’t right either. I don’t think I’ve ever had something like this. Someone who likes the series the same way I do and is willing to actually talk about it with me. My ex…well, he always told me it was a silly kid’s show and that I shouldn’t waste my time with it. He thought it was stupid when I’d get too worked up about it and never really had any interest in my passion.”

The blond frowns, furrowing her brows as she listens to this absolute goddess in human skin talk about some idiotic extra that was too stupid to know what he had. Izuku looks near tears already as she shies away from looking at Katsuki. That simply will not do.

“Your ex is a fucking moron, first of all, so anything he said is complete garbage and should be treated as such. Your interests aren’t something to be ashamed of. Hell, I’ve been into this series, and many others, since I was a brat and that doesn’t make me any less awesome! You don’t have to stop enjoying life just because you reach a certain age. Secondly, it’s fucking hot as hell that you’re able to actually debate me on shit and argue your points so well. And thirdly- wait why are you crying?!”

Izuku’s lower lip wobbles as large crocodile tears cascade down her chubby cheeks. She hiccups intermittently, disrupting her sobs and speech. “K-Kacchan-*hic*You’re just-,” she sobs, unable to finish her thought. She covers her face with her hands, body trembling with the effort to contain her weeping.

Katsuki flounders for only a moment before she’s shuffling forward, hands hovering around Izuku’s body, unsure if she’s allowed to hold the crying woman or if it would be better to avoid overstimulating her.

“Hey now, come on Izuku. Don’t cry. Someone as beautiful and wonderful as you shouldn’t be crying ever. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Izuku reaches a single trembling hand out, tightly grasping onto Katsuki’s dress as tears continue to fall. Taking it as permission, Katsuki quickly gathers the other within her arms, gently stroking up and down the length of her spine in a comforting gesture. One hand slips into viridian curls, nails scraping along Izuku’s scalp softly before her long slender digits comb through luscious locks.

The smaller woman takes to the comfort like she’s starving for attention. She nuzzles underneath Katsuki’s strong jaw, sobs slowing to soft hiccups and shuddered breaths as she basks in the blonde’s sweet touches. It isn’t until her vision clears, tears drying on her freckled cheeks that she swallows and begins to pull away.

Izuku looks up at the blonde from underneath her eyelashes, bashful and ashamed at her breakdown, but still so very thankful the other was there to comfort her in a way her ex never would have. “I’m okay now. I’m s-sorry, Kacchan. I ruined everything and y-you were just being so sweet.”

Although there’s a frown marring Katsuki’s face, she still chuckles a humorless laugh, gently wiping away any lingering wetness from Izuku’s eyes. Her brow scrunches together as she somewhat roughly pinches the woman’s cheeks, rosy and splotchy from the emotional turmoil.

“You didn’t ruin anything, so shut up with that nonsense. That damn extra sure did a number on ya.”

Izuku whines, high pitched and reedy as she complains, “Ah, Kacchan, shtop, hursh! Kaaaachaaan.”

“Tch, damn brat.” The blonde releases her hold, wrapping her arms lightly around Izuku’s waist to keep her close, but not barricade her in.

Izuku pouts, rubbing her abused cheek petulantly. Despite her rough treatment, it’s clear that Katsuki isn’t bothered by what just happened, even went out of her way to comfort Izuku during her breakdown without any real complaints.

The sound of the forgotten movie, now rolling the credits, drones in the background. Izuku runs her fingertips along Katsuki’s forearm that’s still draped across her, unwilling to lose any amount of touch between them. The blonde appears wholly unbothered by their current situation, but Izuku knows better. She might have missed it if she weren’t sitting so close, but given the fact she’s practically in Katsuki’s lap, she’s blessed with an up-close view of the cherry-colored blush dusting across her cheekbones and tips of her ears.

“Kacchan,” Izuku mumbles. She feels a delicious electric shock rocket up her spine when carmine eyes immediately dart to her, fierce with their intensity. Having the blonde’s attention solely on her fills her with an indescribable warmth buzzing underneath her skin. She can feel her heart rate picking up and her mouth somehow manages to go dry and flood with saliva at the same time. It makes her feel powerful, like she could take on anything or anyone as long as she can keep Katsuki’s interest.

With a sudden surge of confidence she wouldn’t normally feel, Izuku boldly stares back and asks, “Can I kiss you?”

The silence afterwards feels like it lasts a lifetime, but probably is only a few seconds in length. Katsuki’s eyes widen as she gazes unblinkingly at the woman in her arms. Her eyes scan the other’s delicate face, searching for any discomfort or regret from the daring request.

“I know I brought you home after we flirted at the club, but you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to right? I’m not like that fucking loser. I know how to respect a woman. I won’t force you into anything-”

“I-” Izuku cuts in. Her bubblegum pink tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, drawing that heated gaze to the motion before she continues. “I don’t feel forced. I like you, Kacchan and I’d really, really like to kiss you…if that’s okay.”

There’s another beat of silence. “You sure?”

Instead of answering, Izuku gently cups one hand against Katsuki’s cheek, thumb stroking over the perfectly smooth skin delicately. Without saying anything, the two begin to drift closer slowly. Katsuki’s hands slide up Izuku’s back, bracing her and bringing her steadily closer.

Right before their lips touch, Izuku softly calls, “Kacchan~”.

The kiss is soft and tentative, both feeling it out and judging each other’s reaction. All it takes is for Izuku to wrap her hand around the back of Katsuki’s neck, pulling her closer as she tilts her head. Whatever dam is there breaks under the tension and their lips only separate long enough for Katsuki to suck in a breath before she’s there again, dragging them both under a cloud of heated lust.

Izuku gives and gives while Katsuki is there, greedily taking. Their lips make smacking sounds as they mold together over and over again. Hands are roaming along backs and tangling into hair as they devour one another. Their bodies naturally start to press against one another, almost trying to rock into the other, but in too weird of a position to gain any traction and relief.

Katsuki tears away from Izuku’s lips, nipping and kissing along her jaw as she makes her way to the smaller woman’s unblemished neck. Izuku hisses at the first teasing bite the blonde leaves in the space just under her ear, hands gripping onto Katsuki’s strong shoulders.

Katsuki latches on, sucking the delicate skin until it blooms with a ruddy flush. The blonde only relinquishes her prize to run the tip of her nose along the length of Izuku’s neck, panting hotly against the heated flesh. “Izu- fuck, baby girl, tell me now if this is too much. We can stop here if you don’t want to continue, otherwise I’m gonna throw you on my bed and show you how well I can treat you. I’ll fucking worship you like the god damn goddess you are.”

Izuku shudders in the blonde’s hold, biting her lip to hold in her moan. “Please don’t stop!”

The taller woman presses her forehead against Izuku’s exposed collar bone, groaning lowly. “Fuck you beg so pretty. How can I be expected to resist that?”

Izuku leans back, falsely shy as she blinks her long lashes up at the blonde, lower lip trapped under perfectly straight white teeth, cheeks begging to be chomped. “Then don’t hold back, Kacchan. I want this. Want you.”

Katsuki sucks in a breath through clenched teeth and releases it with a growl. She slides a hand into the slightly messy curls of the minx in front of her and grips tight at the base, slightly pulling Izuku’s head back so she’s fully looking up at her.

“You fucking tease. Gonna consume you, fucking gobble you up until there’s nothing left. Fuck, fuck, how can you look so sweet and innocent and be this damn naughty?”

Izuku doesn’t get a chance to respond before Katsuki’s leaning in again, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss. It’s nearly overwhelming as the blonde takes full control, biting at the already kiss-swollen bottom lip until Izuku gasps. Taking full advantage of the opening, Katsuki’s lip plunges within the wet depths.

They both moan at the first slippery slide of tongue against tongue, grasping at one another in an effort to get closer to one another. Katsuki presses forward, gently lowering them until they’re both able to lay side by side in the fort. There’s immediate irritation simmering in the forefront of Katsuki’s mind, their dresses nice for the club, but a huge annoyance with their current activities. Their tight nature making it difficult to move about appropriately.

The blonde curses herself for not previously suggesting they both change into something more reasonable before building the fort and climbing in. Katsuki’s immediately distracted from her inner musings when Izuku cups her cheek again, pressing close and swirls her tongue around Katsuki’s own.

It drags a moan from the blonde and she retaliates by gripping onto one of Izuku’s thick thighs and slides it up until it’s resting over the crest of her hip. The movement forces the green fabric of Izuku’s dress up, revealing more freckled skin to worship. The same hand ventures up, occasionally grasping appreciatively at the thick muscle until she can get a generous handful of Izuku’s ass. She molds and massages the plentiful mound, using her grip the pull the other woman harder against her until their bodies are flush together.

Izuku suckles sweetly on Katsuki’s tongue and the blonde goes just a little bit crazy with the thought of what that suction might feel like on her clit. She nips at Izuku’s retreating lips, chasing after her mouth to give another deep kiss. The smaller woman retreats further and Katsuki stalks forward, half way on top of Izuku, wrapping her arms around her to keep them close.

Using her leg that’s gripping onto Katsuki’s hip, Izuku pulls her down, lightly thrusting her pelvis up, heaving a frustrated whimper when there’s nothing close enough to grind her aching pussy against. Katsuki threads her own leg up and between Izuku’s spread thighs, lifting it higher and shifting her hips until her crimson dress hikes up to allow the movement. She grips one hand onto Izuku’s waist and squeezes, slowly guiding the other to roll and rock her hips against her offered thigh.

Izuku throws her head back, moaning freely as her pussy glides back and forth on the corded muscle underneath her. She can feel the mess in her panties as the material presses against her, drenched in slick.

Katsuki takes the opportunity to suck marks along the length of the bare neck presented before her. Her hands bunch up the green cloth hiding freckled skin, then relax again to run up and down a blazing trail, memorizing every dip and curve they can reach.

Katsuki pulls away, eyes blazing into enchanting emerald. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” she whispers.

Izuku lifts up enough to quickly swipe her tongue across Katsuki’s lips teasingly. Katsuki snaps her teeth in warning, but Izuku only giggles airily and lightly brushes flaxen locks out of her lover’s face. “You’re gorgeous, Kacchan. I’m so lucky you came to talk to me. Kacchan’s amazing.”

“Yeah, baby? I’m the fucking lucky one. Want you only thinking of me from now on. Gonna fuck you so good you’ll never wanna leave.”

Izuku groans, panting softly. “Promise?”

“Fucking promise, little jewel. Can’t wait to get my mouth on your little pussy, bet you taste so damn sweet. Gonna make you squirt all over my face and drink you down. Wanna drown in you, baby.”

Katsuki runs a hand appreciatively up Izuku’s body, stopping when she reaches her breasts to gently knead the tissue. Izuku busies herself with grinding against Katsuki’s leg, too keyed up to sit still for long, her nipples hardening under the unrelenting fondling.

“Kacchan, please~ Need you.”

“You’ve got me, baby. Imma take care of you.”

Katsuki surges down, swallowing Izuku’s moans as she readjusts until Izuku’s fully on her back, Katsuki between her legs. She rolls her hips against Izuku’s, just enough friction to light up their senses, but not enough to ease the flames burning through their nerves.

Izuku threads her fingers through wheat colored hair, then down to trace over Katsuki’s defined upper back and, finally, to tease the other’s breasts. Her thumb flicks over the covered nipple, tweaking the bud.

Katsuki thrusts forward, a bittersweet mockery of sex. Her grip turns bruising on Izuku’s hip as they both writhe together, desperate for more. When it proves to not be enough, Katsuki sits up, dragging the smaller woman with her until Izuku’s once more sitting in her lap, legs on either side of Katsuki’s own.

Their hips continue rolling and thrusting into one another, hands frantic as they both explore and squeeze. Katsuki breaks their kiss, but doesn’t move away, her lips brushing against Izuku’s with every word she utters. “Gotta get you outta this. Don’t wanna tear your pretty dress, little Dove.”

Izuku whines at the pet name, completely ignoring the other’s words in favor of trailing heated kisses across Katsuki’s shoulders and down her chest as far as she can reach. She yelps in surprise when she feels a hard smack against her plush ass. She accepts the silent reprimand, wiggling in her spot as she quickly tries to lift her dress.

Katsuki’s hands join her own, the two lifting the offending garment up and off, tossed to the side already forgotten. Katsuki barely manages to release the fabric before she’s burying her face into Izuku’s breasts, too overwhelmed with the realization that even her mounds are dusted in chocolate-colored freckles. She bites and sucks on the plush flesh, determined to leave as many marks as she can.

“Ka-AH-cchan, please, wait. You too, Kacchan. Off, off off, take it off- Oh gods Kacchan!”

Izuku nearly screams when Katsuki’s demanding hands yank her bra down and she immediately latches onto her uncovered nipple. Her sharp canines bite into the brown bud in a mix of painful pleasure. Her other hand squeezes her neglected breast, fingertips digging in slightly before releasing only to repeat it again.

“Kacchan, so mean! Please, wanna- oh just like that- wanna touch you too!”

It takes herculean strength to pull herself away, but Katsuki somehow manages. She was so caught up in feasting on the flushed chest in front of her, she didn’t even realize Izuku had succeeded in unzipping her dress and was already pulling the cloth up, mumbling in a determined tone. Katsuki had no idea what the other was saying, only catching occasional words like ‘off, pretty, toned’ and such.

She shivers when she feels Izuku’s blunted nails scrape down her bare back and barely bites back her moan when Izuku begins sucking on her freshly revealed chest. There’s a gasp, then reverent trembling touch as Izuku notes the metal of Katsuki’s nipple rings. She leans forward to kiss each nipple in turn, laving her tongue over each to feel the cool hardness roll over her wet muscle.

Katsuki’s breasts are slightly larger than her lover’s, but that only seems to spur on the other more, who’s opening her mouth wide to fit as much of the mound in as possible. Izuku squeezes both of Katsuki’s breasts together, bringing both pierced nipples to her mouth to suck on them simultaneously.

Tilting her head back, Katsuki moans softly and threads her hands through curly green locks. She tugs on the hair wrapped around her digits before pressing Izuku’s face closer to her chest, eager to have more of that burning touch. When Katsuki feels like she’ll lose it if she isn’t devouring Izuku, she uses her hold to pull the other back, swallowing any complaints with her own greedy mouth.

Izuku rolls her hips down, hands switching between holding Katsuki’s chiseled jaw, gripping strong shoulders and winding through flaxen tresses. Their tongues slip and slide against one another in a constant battle, both clashing, but neither trying to win the war.

Katsuki’s hands drift down, gripping fist-fulls of Izuku’s plush ass and kneading the muscle lovingly. Her movements encourage Izuku into a series of trembling body rolls, her hips undulating against the other, searching for something, anything to take the edge off.

Without saying anything, Katsuki seems to understand exactly what her little lover is begging for and pushes forward, one hand bracing Izuku’s head as they fall down into the rumpled bedding. Katsuki uses her other hand to control the descent, easing Izuku down with her one hand still protecting her head until Izuku is, once more, flush against the ground on her back.

Their kisses become more urgent; a fire lit within their cores that has no hope for calming. Izuku’s legs bracket around Katsuki’s lithe waist, tightening with their movement and unwilling to relinquish their hold. Katsuki shuffles around, repositioning herself until their clothed cunts are nearly touching.

When Izuku tries to pull her legs away, Katsuki makes an affronted sound, ripping her lips away from the other to send a heated glare. She roughly grips underneath Izuku’s bent knees, pushing them upward and manually wrapping them around her once more. Izuku giggles breathily, biting on her abused lower lip as she lets herself be manhandled.

Seemingly content with their current position, Katsuki glances down, adjusting herself until their clits are able to brush against one another just so. Izuku responds immediately, eyes fluttering shut and exhaling a choked moan. The cloth of her panties is soaked with her need but is still rough as it grinds against her. The sensation burns, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“Eyes on me, baby girl.”

Despite whining, Izuku opens her blurry eyes to find molten ruby already staring at her. Katsuki ruts against her again, their pelvises coming together in a teasing touch. Izuku’s head turns fuzzy, precariously dangling on the edge of release if only their stupid clothes weren’t still in the way. She finds it embarrassingly difficult to remember a time she’s been this keyed up so quickly from intimate acts with another.

Katsuki’s smirk is liquid sin, clearly enjoying the absolute mess Izuku has become already. Slowly, she begins to slide down, leaving a trail of heated kisses across every inch of freckled skin she comes across. She nips and kisses at random intervals until she’s back at the bra half-way rolled underneath Izuku’s breasts. She pats twice on Izuku’s side, slipping her hands underneath the other as Izuku arches her back upward. Together, they’re able to get the offending bra off and tossed to the side, quickly forgotten.

Continuing her way down, she comes to a standstill when she realizes there’s a hidden treasure sitting innocently in front of her. Nestled adorably on Izuku’s toned stomach is a jeweled bellybutton ring. She must not have noticed it earlier because their bodies were pressed so close to one another, but now, with her splayed out in front of carmine eyes, it rests.

Katsuki groans, leaning forward to swirl her tongue around the gem once, twice, then abandons it after hearing Izuku chuckle and seeing her squirm.

“Tickles,” Izuku gasps, abdominal muscles twitching from the stimulus.

Katsuki sucks on the skin just above Izuku’s panty line, determined to return to the piercing another time. Right now, though, she’s more interested in finally wrapping her lips around something a little more tantalizing. The tips of her long fingers dip over the edge of the fabric, tugging downward slowly. Izuku lifts her hips to help, and the article of clothing is pulled free. It drops next to them, immediately buried between the dips and folds of the copious sheets and blankets surrounding them.

Using her first two fingers, Katsuki spreads Izuku’s lips apart. They’re sticky with warm nectar dripping from her little slit and Katsuki sucks her teeth to keep from diving in. She’d love nothing more than to just consume but doesn’t want to be too overwhelming and scare her lover. She wants to treasure this woman and show her how it feels to be loved properly.

Instead, she leans forward, tongue already hanging out of her mouth and tentatively licks through the folds once. Izuku’s essence coats her tongue and Katsuki quickly retracts the muscle into her mouth to roll the flavor around, humming appreciatively at the heady taste.

Izuku shudders and moans, hips tilting upward to chase Katsuki’s retreating tongue. She doesn’t get the chance to complain before the blonde is blessedly there again, licking into her with vigor. The wet muscle delves into her, pressing against her walls insistently.

Katsuki laps, slowly and concentrated, memorizing which movements create heavenly sounds, what spots make Izuku shudder and clench around her. Her hands slide up the thick muscle of sun-kissed thighs, kneading the mass before resting around the dips of Izuku’s hips. She pulls her tongue free, dripping a mix of saliva and slick, and uses the tip to tenderly flick off the gentle curve of Izuku’s clit.

“Ahn! Kacchan~ oh gods, please do that again!”

Katsuki smirks devilishly, leans forward, and lets her tongue slowly, torturously slide up the folds, dipping in ever so slightly, then continuing up up up. Her tongue contracts, hardening the tip, so it can swirl around the little bundle of nerves. Once more, she flicks up, over, and off the mound, chuckling to herself at the way her lover shudders and wiggles beneath her.

Before Izuku can catch her breath, Katsuki wraps her lips around Izuku’s clit and sucks. She changes the suction strength intermittently, alternating between hard and gentle, doing her best to keep Izuku from knowing her next move. When she’s built up a steady rhythm, she begins to rub her tongue over the nub while still suckling, pressing in and rotating in a half circle.

Izuku’s toes begin to furl and unfurl, the muscles of her legs twitching, unsure if they should tighten or remain lax. She’s panting, head rolling from side to side as she tries to control her volume. When Katsuki hits a particularly good spot, and Izuku can no longer keep her legs stationary, she jolts, bringing her legs up to wrap loosely around Katsuki’s shoulders.

Her hands delve down, immediately burying her digits into flaxen locks and tugging. She feels her pussy pulse in desire when the blonde woman between her legs moans at the hair-pulling. Unsure if it’s a mistake or not, Izuku chances a glance down and very nearly creams at the enticing sight. There’s a slight scrunch between Katsuki’s brows, her molten eyes staring unblinkingly back at her. She puffs small breaths across Izuku’s curly pubes as she continues to suck and lick at Izuku.

Izuku tries to release her hold, but Katsuki’s right there, gripping onto her retreating hand and placing it back into her own hair. She bites her lower lip to keep the moan at bay and is rewarded by Katsuki teasingly kissing her lower lips twice.

“Be a good girl and hold on tight until I make you squirt on my tongue, okay Princess?” Katsuki has the fucking audacity to wink- WINK- at her. All sinful and confident and sexier than any model or porn star Izuku’s ever seen.

Izuku thinks she must have somehow died over the course of the night, because there’s no way this woman is real. A demon, yes, that’s it. She must be a demon, a sexy demon, a sex demon? Is that a thing? Yes, she remembers hearing something about succubus- oh fuck.

Her thoughts are immediately cut off as Katsuki sucks hard on her abused clit, glaring up at her. “Where did you go, princess? I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me. What, am I not doing a good enough job? Must not be if you’re able to let your cute little nerd mind wander.”

Izuku’s face flames, shame and embarrassment clearly splotched across her freckled cheeks. “Sorry Kacchan…”

Katsuki rolls her eyes but dives back in regardless. With the irritation of being ignored still simmering under skin, she vows to up her energy, licking and sucking until she feels those plush thighs shaking around her. Satisfied that Izuku is fully focused on her once more, Katsuki slips two lithe fingers into Izuku’s sloppy core. The slide in is easy, practically frictionless thanks to the copious amounts of saliva and sticky slick.

She twists her fingers, sliding along those pillowy walls, curls them upward and presses. Izuku screams, legs tightening around Katsuki’s head. Katsuki’s eyes roll to the back of her head, eyelids shuddering to a close as she basks in the warm hug surrounding her. She licks circles around Izuku’s clit, sucking and slurping while continuing to press and slide against that little pleasure spot.

Under her, Izuku is thrashing, hands never staying in one spot for too long. They grip Katsuki’s hair, then abandon the endeavor to grab onto her own breasts, tweaking her pert nipples. Soon enough, their threading through Izuku’s curly nest of hair, her head thrown back as she moans unabashed.

“Kah-oh fuck-Kacchan! Oh umph, mmm, yes, plea- ohmygod! Gonna- I’m gonna-” Izuku stutters breathily.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Cum for me. Yeah, shit baby girl just like that. Let it all go. Oh fuck yeah fucking cream all over my face like a good little slut.”

The heat sweltering within her seems to rise up, overwhelming and all-consuming. Izuku feels as if there’s a hidden volcano within her, threatening to erupt. She’s so close. So very, very close. All she needs is just one little push to fall over the precipice. Katsuki begins to speak to her, voice pitched low and gravely. Her words are dirty and coated in temptation.

When Katsuki wraps those sinful lips around her clit again, combined with her insistent fingering, Izuku feels the heat give way. There’s a buzzing in her ears and her vision goes black around the edges. Her body strings tight, all of her muscles contracting simultaneously, head thrown back and the blonde’s cute petname on her lips.

Katsuki moans into Izuku’s folds, breathing heavily as she tries to slurp down the squirt that douses her face, chin, and upper chest. She continues fingering her lover, working her through her intense orgasm at a slow pace. It isn’t until Izuku is patting ineffectively at her that she finally pulls her mouth away.

It’s then that things change. Katsuki goes to lick one last time over Izuku’s sensitive clit and it causes the smaller woman to yelp in overstimulation. Her body kicks out from the sensation and manages to clip one of the foundation chairs holding up their little fort. It happens faster than either can react. The fort comes tumbling down, both women trapped inside.

There’s a series of muffled curses and grumblings as they both try to figure out an escape route. When they finally break through the surface of the sea of cloth, they gasp greedy breaths. They look at one another, and blink unsure of what just happened. Izuku’s hair is a static cling mess, more of an afro at this point than the carefully crafted curls from earlier in the evening.

Izuku’s the first to crack. She tries to cover her mouth, but the little snort manages to slip through. Soon, she’s bubbling over with a peal of laughter, tears in the corners of her eyes. Katsuki’s eyes widen comically, then she’s laughing too. Their mirth is boisterous as they sit in the obliterated mess of sheets and pillows.

It takes a few minutes, both of them unable to calm their outbursts long enough to speak appropriately. Any time one starts to calm down, they look at one another’s messy hair and start up again. Finally, Katsuki nudges Izuku, the other woman falling down unbothered. Now that they aren’t able to stare directly at one another, they can start to take deeper breaths and wipe the tears from their eyes.

“Well shit, can’t say I’ve ever had that happen before. You good, Freckles?”

Izuku pops back up, still smiling brightly. “Yeah, I’m good Kacchan. You okay? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“Hurt?! You calling me weak, Nerd? Think I can’t handle some shitty blankets, hah?”

Waving her hand in a placating manner, Izuku giggles again and says, “Nuh uh, Kacchan can handle anything, cuz Kacchan’s amazing!”

Katsuki’s chest puffs out as she scoffs playfully, “Damn right I am. Now get over here, I ain’t done with ya yet baby girl.”

Slowly, with an air of confidence she hasn’t felt in a long while, Izuku sets herself on hands and knees, eyes half-lidded and promising sin, and crawls forward. She bites down on her lower lip, emerald orbs raking down Katsuki’s nearly nude form.

Katsuki swallows hard, unsure of where her sweet, innocent little cherub has gone to and where this succubus has come from. She’d call anyone a liar if they mentioned that she actually braced a hand behind her, ready to slink back from the sudden attitude change from her lover. “Wha-What are ya doin’?”

“Kaaaacchaaaaan~,” Izuku sings, “You’ve taken such good care of me. Let me return the favor, mkay? Wanna taste Kacchan~.” She finally makes her way to Katsuki, sitting up on her knees and gliding her hands over the planes of bare skin, fingertips briefly catching on the red lace thong still resting on Katsuki’s hips. She leans forward to lick teasingly across a dusky pink nipple, pinching the little bud between her teeth and pulling until the blonde hisses in pleasure.

“Ooooooh fuuuuuck, Izu- god dammit, baby. Where the hell you been hiding this sex deviant at, huh? Is that your game? You pretend to be all cute and innocent and lure in people only to be a fucking dirty girl?” Katsuki wraps her hands loosely around Izuku’s hips, holding her close as they lightly sway side to side together, exchanging sweet kisses far too innocuous for the exchanged words.

Izuku giggles, soft and airy as she says, “Only for very sexy blondes that rescue me from stupid ex-boyfriends.”

Katsuki smirks, nipping at the tip of Izuku’s nose. “Devious little shit.”

They meet each other in the middle, lips pressing together once, then twice. Someone tilts their head to the side and suddenly, the kiss is deepening. The heat that had calmed from the previous fort cave-in begins sweltering anew.

Izuku pulls away, trailing a series of open-mouthed kisses across Katsuki’s cheekbones, then down her chin and beyond the expanse of her pale neck. Downward she ventures, lips greeting every patch of bare skin with a loving press.

The blonde stares down, watching her lover traverse her body. Katsuki tilts her head back, eyes closed and moans to the ceiling when she feels Izuku suck on her nipples again. The metal of her piercings knocks against Izuku’s perfect teeth, clattering loudly in the otherwise silent room. She makes a note to herself that, if they do this again, Katsuki will have to lay back and allow Izuku time to thoroughly enjoy her piercings considering how much the smaller woman seems to be enjoying toying with them.

The angle becomes too awkward for Izuku to continue her route, so she sits back up again only to wordlessly encourage Katsuki to sit and lay back until she’s resting comfortably on the messy pile of sheets. Izuku looks around briefly, eyes lighting up when she’s able to tug a pillow free from the destruction and shove it under Katsuki’s hips.

Katsuki’s molten eyes blaze right through her, the heady feeling of having that intense gaze focused solely on her makes gooseflesh rise across Izuku’s skin. A wayward thought intrudes through the horny haze, nearly making her laugh aloud. Izuku’s never been one to do much of anything for something as insignificant as a Klondike bar, but she wagers she’d do some pretty sketchy shit if she could bask in this gorgeous woman’s attention regularly.

It isn’t until the aforementioned woman blushes and scoffs that Izuku realizes she must have said that little thought out loud. She’d be more embarrassed if she weren’t so utterly distracted by the adorable rusty dusting kissing the tops of Katsuki’s cheeks and ears.

“You can have me as long as you want me, baby. No sketchy shit needed, although,” Katsuki smirks, “you could be a little naughty if you want.”

Opting to ignore the frantic hummingbird beat of her heart, Izuku swallows thickly and leans down to kiss the flat plane of Katsuki’s waist, trailing further until she’s just above the panty line. She stares up through the length of her eyelashes at the relaxed blonde and bites down on the top strap of the thong. She watches as Katsuki’s mouth falls open, breath catching in her throat. Slowly, Izuku pulls herself down, the fabric still caught in her teeth, until it’s low enough to pull free. She tosses the garment aside, her hands bracing against Katsuki’s bent knees.

Izuku barely nudges Katsuki’s knees before they’re falling open, spreading wide enough for her to fit between them. Izuku lays fully on her stomach, inching forward enough to be directly in front of Katsuki’s core. Before she can lose her nerve, Izuku leans in, burying her face against Katsuki’s mound until her nose is pressed into short, golden, coarse hairs.

Immediately, Katsuki’s hand is weaving through Izuku’s hair, pulling the strands back and out of the way to watch the other feasting. She groans, her hips tilting up while simultaneously pressing Izuku tighter against her pussy. Katsuki’s other hand busies itself by tweaking her own nipple, twisting and pinching the pebbled bud.

Izuku licks deep within, her tongue sweeping across velveteen walls, then retreating into her mouth so she can swallow down the rich nectar greedily. It’s messy and noisy as she slurps and kisses Katsuki’s pussy. Izuku begins sucking on Katsuki’s clit only for the blonde to buck her hips into the suction. Izuku nearly loses her meal from the harsh movement but is able to wrap her arms around Katsuki’s thighs and hold her down.

She varies the amount of pressure, slipping her first two fingers within Katsuki’s weeping pussy and instantly curling the digits to hit her G-spot. Izuku moans against the mound in front of her, enjoying the enticing squelch of juices dripping down her hand and wrist with every thrust.

Both of Katsuki’s hands are now within Izuku’s locks, fisting tight against Izuku’s skull as she holds Izuku exactly where she wants her. Katsuki’s hips lift, bucking wildly against the mouth gorging on her sloppy pussy.

“Oh fuck yeah! Fucking eat this pussy. It’s yours baby, fucking take it. Oh god yeah, just like that. Eat it, eat it, eat it! Don’t stop! I’m so close. Make this pussy cum!”

When Izuku moans, the vibrations travel straight through Katsuki’s clit, sending a surge of electricity up her spine. Katsuki’s legs quiver, her pussy dripping uncontrollably as she spews filth from her kiss-bruised lips.

“Ah fffffuuuuuck yeah. Gonna make me cum baby girl. Shit. Oh, mmmmm, Izuuuuu-NGHHH!!!!!”

Katsuki cums with a scream, hands still clenching Izuku’s hair tight in her fists. Her body jerks with aftershocks of her orgasm as she tries to reboot her brain. All at once, her body relaxes, hands falling to her sides, useless.

Izuku slowly slides her fingers free, but allows her tongue to flatten, licking broad slow strokes up Katsuki’s slit, carefully avoiding her clit to avoid overstimulation. When she notices her lover turning to jello, she begins placing butterfly kisses across Katsuki’s pussy lips, thighs, and finally, her bent knee.

With a large intake of breath, Katsuki breaths out and says, “Damn baby, I knew you’d be fucking amazing at eating pussy. No way a cutie like you with a motor mouth like yours wasn’t also a champ at using that tongue.”

Izuku laughs jovially, lightly slapping the thigh nearest to her. “Kacchan!”

“Wha? You gonna really lay there and act like you didn’t just try to suck my damn soul out of my clit like that?! Back to that little innocent act?”

“Oh my god, Kacchan, don’t you ever shut up?!” Despite her words, Izuku displays the brightest smile, tilting her head like an adorable puppy. Her eyes glitter with mirth as she stares at her lover.

A smirk so lustful slices across Katsuki’s face as she lifts herself up onto her elbows. Her hair is mussed from their previous activities, strands standing at odd angles. Her tongue slides slowly over her top canines teasingly. “I know one way you could shut me up, baby. Get up here and ride my face. I’ve been dying to have that fat ass of yours cutting off my air supply since I first saw you.”

Izuku flounders immediately, unsure of how to properly respond to such a proposition. She never gets the opportunity to say anything though, when she’s suddenly being rolled from her position by a very excited blonde bombshell. Her entire world shifts as Izuku’s being pulled into a new position. By the time her brain finally comes back online and catches up to what’s going on, Katsuki is inch-worming herself between Izuku’s thighs again.

Izuku blinks twice and looks down the expanse of her body. She’s up on her knees, facing in a way that allows her to see all of Katsuki’s beautifully bronzed body laying down beneath her. She can barely make out Katsuki’s excited smile and chin.

“You-YOU AREN’T REALLY GOING TO MAKE ME SIT ON YOUR FACE ARE YOU?!”

Katsuki snorts out the least lady-like sound she’s ever heard, scooching enough so the smaller woman can see her put-out glare and adorable pout. “Of course I am! Wha? You nervous or something? If you really don’t want to, we can stop, but I fucking want this.”

Izuku flushes brightly, mouth opening and closing as if she were a fish out of water. “Kacchan no! That’s so- and I- but but but I’m too heavy for something like that?!”

Katsuki rolls her eyes, then sharpens her features into a proper glare. “Fuck you sayin’? You calling me weak, brat? You barely weigh anything at all, and even if you were bigger, I’d still be the luckiest girl in the world to have you look at me. So, no matter what, as long as I have a face, you got a place to sit. Now then, if you really don’t want to, we don’t have to, but if you’re just getting your cute little nerd brain all re-wired and letting it short circuit because you’re worried about whatever bullshit that lame ass man-child told you, then forget it. I’m pulling you onto my damn face and I’m gonna enjoy my meal.”

Izuku’s lower lip wobbles like she wants to say something to object, but all that she manages is a whispered ‘Kacchan…’, so with that, Katsuki returns to her prior position. When Izuku sees the other seemingly settle in her preferred spot, she looks up to the ceiling to take several deep breaths. “You’re so ridiculous, Kacchan.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining earlier. Chop chop, I’m waiting here.”

“You’re really sure I won’t be too heavy for you-OW! KACCHAN!”

Katsuki releases the hold her teeth have on Izuku’s thigh, an indent of her bite still present in the skin. “Just say no if you don’t want to continue.”

Eyebrows furrowed, Izuku pouts and grumpily says, “Didn’t say I don’t wanna…didn’t need to bite me though. Maybe you were a Pomeranian in another life.”

“Was that snark I heard? Maybe I’ve been too nice. Perhaps I should bend you over my knees and have you count out some spanks until you learn how to play nice.” Katsuki’s half joking, of course. She’d never jump straight to something like that without properly talking to a lover first, but the sudden shudder that takes over the body hovering over hers surprises her.

“M-maybe another time. I think you promised me something else instead.”

Katsuki smiles, though it can’t be seen from her current position, then slides her hands slowly up Izuku’s thighs, lightly pulling until the other woman begins to lower down. When Izuku stops just hovering over her lips, Katsuki growls. “What gives?! Sit all the way!”

“Ugh, I can’t help it! I’m just worri-EEK!”

Katsuki uses her grip on Izuku’s thighs to yank the woman down the remainder of the way. Plush globes rest comfortably over the entirety of Katsuki’s eyes and cheeks. Her ability to breathe from her nose is almost completely gone, but that doesn’t stop the chest-deep moan from slipping free.

Izuku has to brace herself on Katsuki’s chest and stomach, catching herself from the sudden fall. Once more, her face lights up in a strawberry blush as she feels the warm breath of her lover’s moan. She’s about to scold the other woman but stops short at the first broad lick across her labia.

Quickly coming to terms with what’s about to happen, Izuku wiggles her hips side to side, trying to get as comfortable as possible. Seemingly settled in the best spot she can be, she finally sits up, hands resting on her freckled thighs and readies herself.

As soon as all movement stops, Katsuki slides her hands along every stretch of skin she can reach, her tongue flopping out and slithering up and in. The wet muscle slides and presses, hot and alive within Izuku’s plush channel. She moans with every lick, pressing as deep as she can as she feasts.

Katsuki can already feel her chin getting covered with the copious amounts of slick dripping from Izuku’s core. She tilts down, widens her mouth and encompasses the still engorged clit there, suckling softly and pulling Izuku impossibly closer.

Izuku cries out, collapsing forward, both hands on either side of Katsuki’s body. Her hips have a mind of their own as they rotate and hump against the sensation. Her lover only encourages the movements with her hands pushing and pulling Izuku’s traitorous hips along the length of her tongue. With another sweet moan, Izuku closes her eyes, losing herself to the temptress beneath her and moves with purpose. She lightly bounces, then grinds against Katsuki’s face until she can hear the other woman panting with desire.

>p>Katsuki uses the new position to her advantage, her now free hands reaching up to rub lovingly over the plumpest parts of Izuku’s ass then slapping down so she can watch them jiggle. She groans with the view, instantly entranced. When Izuku does nothing more than hiss out a moan, she does it again. Her hands crack across the peaches, a reddened handprint left behind.

When Katsuki’s knees fall apart in invitation, Izuku leans forward, licking her lips then dives in. She’s closest to Katsuki’s pretty little clit, immediately lapping at the little bundle of nerves. She can feel herself already getting close as Katsuki seems to make it her personal mission to get her to climax first.

With Katsuki being the taller between them, it takes some stretching for Izuku to be able to lick into Katsuki’s pussy. Her tongue swirls and presses in as far as it can. Realizing it’s a nearly fruitless effort, she quickly abandons the task to return to sucking on her clit, allowing two fingers to replace her tongue within the blonde’s sloppy core.

Izuku can feel the body beneath her tremble with contained lust. Katsuki’s hips can’t help but lift in fractured thrusts, chasing the sensation of Izuku’s talented fingers and tongue. “Gonna cum again so soon, Kacchan~?”

There’s a growl, deeper than she thought could come from the petite blonde. Once more, Izuku is being moved suddenly. She’s first pushed forward until she’s on her stomach but is quickly flipped onto her back and a sweaty, panting Katsuki hovering over her.

“I fucking swear I’m gonna fuck that sass out of you.”

Izuku bats her eyelashes and smiles with faux innocence. “But I thought you liked my sass?”

“Tch, you’re a damn brat, is what you are! Come here baby.”

Katsuki leans down, pressing her lips insistently against her lover’s. Izuku winds her hands through Katsuki’s hair as the two make out, sweaty bodies pressing close. Feeling she has the advantage once more, Katsuki lets one hand wander down, pushing Izuku’s legs apart so she can circle around her clit.

When Izuku gasps from the sudden sensation, Katsuki’s tongue invades, immediately battling the other for dominance. She thrusts her first two fingers within Izuku, setting a brutal pace while her palm rubs against Izuku’s clit.

“Kah- ohmmfg” Izuku’s cries are swallowed by the greedy blonde. Her mouth goes slack, unable to focus on returning any kisses as her g-spot is stroked over again and again. She feels her eyes cross and the heat in her core swelters. It’s the teeth that imbed themselves in the crook of her neck and the whispered ‘cum for me slut’ that sends her over the edge.

Katsuki has the decency to move her palm away from the overly sensitive clit when Izuku’s pussy begins to cinch tight around her fingers with her climax. She can feel the walls pulse in waves as if trying to milk her fingers and her rhythm slows to a stop.

They’re both panting again, but Katsuki’s nowhere near ready to call it quits. Instead, she offers soft kisses across her possessive bite mark, up Izuku’s neck and cheeks, until she’s able to place the lightest butterfly pecks on closed eyelids.

“Not so sassy anymore, huh nerd?”

Izuku’s too busy gasping for air to give a verbal response, opting to sluggishly lift one arm and flip off her lover instead.

Katsuki’s laugh is loud and free and she buries her face against Izuku’s neck to avoid showing her carefree face. Her breath catches in the back of her throat when she feels teeth on the rim of her ear. It’s not nearly as harsh as she was to Izuku’s poor throat, but it’s more than enough to stoke the flames within her.

“Tch, still want more of me, baby girl?” Katsuki mumbles, pulling away to stare down at her conquest.

Izuku blinks up at her, eyes wide and shimmering with unspoken mirth. She ducks her head slightly, chin nearly touching her chest, so she can gaze upwards through her top row of lashes. She smiles coquettishly at the goddess hovering above her. “Kacchan said she could be a better boyfriend. I’ve always had to do all the work before, but not now. Wanna know what it’s like to have Kacchan ride my little pussy.”

The room turned silent instantaneously as Katsuki sat on her haunches, eyes wide as saucers. The blonde could practically feel her pupils dilate, electricity racing through her veins. The last sentence Izuku said played over and over in her brain, filth bouncing off her cranium as she marinated in the heat simmering in her belly.

“Shit, yeah baby. Want me to ride your pussy, I’ll fucking ride your pussy. You’re gonna forget all about what’s-his-nuts and any other worthless male. Gunna fucking ride you til you forget your own damn name. You’ll be squirting against my cunt until you’re a god damn mess. Fuck. Fuck. Izuku, oh my fucking god how could you sit here and say that when you- I mean- shit you are so- FUCK.”

Izuku giggles adorably, twirling a lock of her curly hair around her first finger as she watches Katsuki have a full meltdown. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think the other woman was going through a gay crisis all over again. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t incredibly flattered at the thought that something she said was causing such a visceral reaction.

“Kacchan~ you’re mumbling, Darling,” Izuku sings. She’s biting on her lower lip coyly, as she continues to watch her lover.

Katsuki lifts her head, glaring at the little sex deviant pretending to be an angel. A blush settles across her cheeks when Izuku does nothing more than giggle at her abrasive display. With a growl she begins manhandling the other woman again, pulling on her legs until Izuku’s laying flat on her back once more.

Izuku squeals from the sudden movement, immediately devolving into wind-chime giggles. She doesn’t resist as she’s moved this way and that, instead making grabby hands at Katsuki when the other finally seems content with her pliant submission.

“Come here baby, gonna prove how good I could be to you.” With that, Katsuki grips Izuku’s left leg, tugging it up and over her own right leg, then moves to straddle Izuku’s right leg. She pulls her lover up, their mouths clashing together in a heated kiss as she tries to press their wet cores together. It’s an odd angle, not able to really press their clits together the way she wants to, but it’s just enough to tease.

Their lips slot together like they’ve been doing this for years rather than just for the evening. Tongues intertwine, mapping out the cavernous territory anew. When Izuku bites down and pulls on Katsuki’s lower lip, the blonde whimpers and thrusts her hips forward. The moment Izuku releases her hold, Katsuki’s diving in to suck a new mark on her collar bone.

Their closeness is all together too much and not enough. Katsuki feels like she’s burning alive, their heated skin sticking from their shared sweat and fluids. She craves to consume the smaller woman, wishing she could somehow climb inside of her and nestle within to never leave. What started as a single night of fun is quickly turning into a scorching determination to make this last forever.

Katsuki grips a fist-full of Izuku’s hair at the base of her skull, using the hold to yank her back. They’re both panting hotly into the otherwise silent room. The hand not engulfed in viridian coils wraps around the underside of Izuku’s left leg, hoisting upwards slightly in an effort to have better access to Izuku’s sloppy pussy.

Together, they rock as one, and finally, blessedly, the movement proves fruitful. It was just enough of a change of angles that when they thrust, they can both feel that sticky heat meet. Their lower lips brush against one another once, twice, then Katsuki is releasing her hold of Izuku’s hair. The hand slowly slides down and around until it’s wrapped lightly against Izuku’s throat. Once there, she presses.

Izuku falls back with Katsuki’s guidance, a little sigh escaping her as she rests once more against the messy pile of sheets. Her left ankle rests against Katsuki’s right shoulder, leg pressed tightly across the rest of the blonde’s body. She reaches up so her fingertips can sweetly dance across one of Katsuki’s cheeks. Izuku smiles as she watches the other turn her head enough to kiss Izuku’s palm.

It's tough, but the two lean in to share a kiss. The innocent press is overshadowed by their clits pressing against one another. Katsuki hisses through her clenched teeth while Izuku gasps softly. Decidedly ready to continue on with their fun, Katsuki smirks devilishly, drops a quick peck to Izuku’s tempting lips then sits upright once more.

She starts slowly, rotating her hips both to test their intimate lower lip kiss and to adjust her pelvis. Their pussies slide against each other briefly, sweet slick mixing together. It takes another two slow revolutions of her hips, but Katsuki finally settles. Their clits are perfectly pressed together, assuring that they’ll rub just right with every movement.

The first real thrust forward has Izuku tossing her head back, teeth biting into her bottom lip to keep from screaming. The second thrust forces a groan between her clenched jaw, unable to prevent the sound.

Katsuki leans forward just enough to set her hands on either side of Izuku’s prone body. The placement helps to steady her movements as she cants her hips up, smooshing their heated cores together and sending tantalizing zips of pleasure throughout their bodies. She shudders when Izuku’s tiny hands are suddenly wrapping themselves around her biceps, nails slightly digging into her overheated flesh.

The two share a look, then simultaneously glance downward, watching the place where their bodies are pressed together. Every roll and thrust of Katsuki’s hips are carefully catalogued silently between them as they gaze, mesmerized. Their faces are so close that with every slow roll of Katsuki’s hips, their foreheads brush ever so slightly against one another. The fringe of their hair intermingling.

Katsuki huffs a near feral growl, sitting upright and gripping onto the ankle still laying across her shoulder. She feels her blood sing in her veins the second she realizes sea-green eyes are staring into her soul. Slowly licking across her upper lip, she smirks, showing off her gleaming canine. “That’s right honey, keep your eyes on me. Always stay looking right at me, Little One.”

Izuku whimpers, eyes already shining with the first signs of unshed tears. “Kacchan~”

At the sound, Katsuki slips the ankle still in her grip down until she’s bending Izuku’s knee and resting the heel on her own thigh. She spreads Izuku’s thighs further apart with the new positioning, giving her room to increase her speed. Her hips move with purpose, swapping from thrusting forward to revolving in tight circles.

They’re both so wet, the maddening sound of the squelching between their legs practically echoes off the walls. If either one cares that their thighs are glistening with the slick, neither bother mentioning it.

Izuku does her best to push her hips up into the movement, encouraged further by Katsuki’s fingers tightening around her plush thighs. Following the blonde’s previous instructions, Izuku’s eyes never leave Katsuki’s face outside of her occasional blinking. She trails one of her manicured hands up her taught stomach, her heart fluttering when the action drags Katsuki’s attention to it immediately. She continues upward until able to cup her own breast, kneading the mound generously, then pinching and twisting her nipple.

Katsuki’s hips pick up the pace, thrusting hard enough for her smaller lover’s body to begin bouncing back and forth from the power. Distantly, Katsuki is glad they’re not in a bed, otherwise the constant jostling would probably have Izuku’s head slamming into the headboard. She’s brought from her thoughts by Izuku needily grabbing at her, pulling her down for kisses.

They share several open-mouthed kisses, tongues chasing one another while they swallow one another’s moans. Izuku abandons her own breast in favor of Katsuki’s, fingertips dancing across the metal bars teasingly before she grabs a handful. She trails her lips down the expanse of Katsuki’s neck, using her bent knee to wrap around the blonde’s hip and pulling her forward.

Izuku guides her handful of Kacchan to her mouth, suckling on the decorated nipple greedily. She moans around her mouthful, eyes rolling up as she tries to press impossibly closer to Katsuki. Izuku switches to the other breast, desperately laving her tongue over the pebbled nipple there.

Katsuki’s hips slow but increase in power. The slide of their clits over one another is downright sinful. The blonde stares unblinkingly, breath caught in the back of her throat as she watches Izuku lose herself in pleasure. Her panting breath fans across Izuku’s forehead, lightly disturbing her curls with every puff of air.

Izuku’s hands travel, never staying in one spot for too long as she’s too overwhelmed with desire. She palms Katsuki’s firm ass, then wraps her delicate digits around her waist, then back to kneading her breasts. She breathes out airy moans and mangled cries of Katsuki’s nickname, dizzy with the many sensations coursing through her.

“Shit, you feel so good Izu. Your pussy is so fucking wet.”

“Kacchan, ‘m close, please~”

“Yeah? Gonna cum from me riding you? Gonna squirt all over me, Princess?”

Izuku’s eyes fully well up with tears, a single crystalline drop falling from the side and disappearing in her sweaty locks. “Fuck, yeah, make my pussy cum. Need it. Oh please, please, Kacchan!”

Katsuki groans deep in the back of her throat, sitting up and forcefully grabbing Izuku’s ankle and angling the leg up and outward in a near split. Her other hand rests behind her on Izuku’s opposite leg, using the two handholds to steady herself. Katsuki’s thrusts become short and frantic, setting a brutal pace.

“Fuuuuuck you beg so pretty, Angel. Your Kacchan is gonna take such good care of you, baby. Tell me who’s pussy this is. Say it! Say my name.”

“Ka-oh fuck-Kacchan! It’s yours! Yours! Please! Oh god!”

“That’s right, this is my fucking pussy, Izuku! Such a good girl-shit! Making such a mess on my blankets with this slutty cunt.”

Katsuki’s hips never stop, humping quick sharp thrusts against Izuku as the smaller woman begins to cry in earnest. Large crocodile tears glitter against freckled cheeks, leaving wet tracks behind. Izuku braves a look downward, watching as their pelvises grind against one another, their combined wetness coating their bodies.

“I said keep your eyes on me, nerd! That’s right, fucking watch me as I make this pussy squirt!”

Katsuki’s grip tightens in their respective places, her hips gyrating at an unrelenting pace. Her abs flex and tense with every thrust, sweat beading down her taught body from the exertion.

“Oh fu-Ah! Kacchan! Gonna-!”

“Cum for me, Love.”

Izuku’s mouth falls open in a wordless scream, eyes rolling back as she squirts. Katsuki continues thrusting, fucking Izuku through her orgasm. The force of her movements makes the copious juices jettison in random directions, drenching the entirety of the cloth they’re lying on.

When Izuku’s brain finally recognizes that she hasn’t taken in any oxygen since the start of her orgasm, she gasps in a greedy lung full. Drool begins to seep past her kiss-bruised lips and down her chin, breath coming out in choppy puffs. She drags her bleary eyes up to gaze upon Katsuki’s visage.

The blonde’s beautiful face is splotched in a fiery blush, her eyes half crazed as she races to her own end. Her jaw is clenched, lips pulled back in a feral snarl as she desperately humps forward. Belatedly, Izuku recognizes that she’s biting out mumbled curses through her gritted maw.

“So good. Fuck. Squirted all over me. So fucking hot. Wanna cum, gonna cum all over this pussy. MY pussy. Holy shit- Izuku!”

The smaller woman whines, oversensitivity already flooding her system. She barely has the wherewithal to reach forward, grasping onto Katsuki’s frantic hips and pulls. She carefully guides the blonde’s wild pace into something more manageable.

Katsuki wraps both arms around Izuku’s raised leg, allowing herself to be dragged into a blissful push and pull. She leans into Izuku’s pliant body, angling her hips downward and rolling into the sensation. Katsuki’s so fucking close she can only hear the blood rushing in her ears. All it takes is for Izuku to pinch at her nipples and tug before the blonde is whimpering and falling over the precipice.

Katsuki cums with a few spastic thrusts, biting into the freckled leg in hopes of not allowing any further embarrassing sounds to slip free. They both are panting hot air into the open space as they come down from their respective climaxes. It takes Herculean strength for Katsuki to fall to the side of her lover, not wanting to crush the smaller woman underneath her.

Katsuki uses the last of her strength to gently bully Izuku closer, wrapping her arms around the other until Izuku gets the idea and snuggles up close, head resting against Katsuki’s shoulder. Several minutes pass as their heart rates return to normal, the two exchanging quick pecks against whatever patch of skin is closest to them.

Eventually, Izuku begins to play with Katsuki’s long fingers, spreading them apart as if she were analyzing each digit, then bending them at the joints and tracing the length with her own fingertips. Katsuki, for her part, remains silent and soft, allowing the exploration without fuss. She presses a firm kiss to the top of Izuku’s head, breathing in the scent of sex and shared sweat.

Izuku smiles, mumbling out, “Cute.”

Without moving from her spot against damp curls, Katsuki grumbles, “What’s cute?”

Grinning brighter than the sun itself, Izuku tilts her head up so she can look at Katsuki and boops her on the nose. “Kacchan is! Kacchan is a cuddler! That’s cute.”

Katsuki retaliates by trying to nip at the offending finger that dared to boop her. “Not cute, Shit Nerd. Better watch it, or else.”

Izuku giggles, squirming in her spot as she avoids the sharp teeth. “Cute, cute, cute! Kacchan is such a cutie!”

“Oh that’s fucking IT! C’mere you.” Katsuki rolls herself over Izuku, fingers delving forth to skate across Izuku’s ribs.

Izuku squeals and laughs uncontrollably, begging for forgiveness between gasping breaths.

Katsuki can’t remember the last time her apartment felt quite so joyful, filled with bubbling laughter and clear affection. She smirks down at the lovely woman under her, committing to memory chocolate-dusted cheeks, glittering emeralds, wind-chime giggles and bouncy curls. If this is the only night she’s allowed to have, then Katsuki is determined to lock away this precious moment for the rest of her life.

The two do eventually make it to Katsuki’s bedroom after the blonde grumbles about them being dirty, manhandling an energetic Izuku into the shower to wash away their sins. Perhaps they have another quick round in the confines of the tub, but that’s their own little secret. Once bathed and dried, they spend the remainder of the night entangled with one another, exchanging soft kisses and sweet words like some sort of High School romance movie.

Despite her previous spurt of energy, Izuku falls asleep first, halfway laying on top of Katsuki. The blonde spends several minutes just watching the little nymph peacefully sleeping. She holds the smaller woman close, resting her head on top of Izuku’s and allows her light breathing lull her into slumber.

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Izuku’s normally slow to wake. Her own room is typically encased in darkness thanks to her black out curtains. Today though, there’s a stream of light rudely flitting across her eyes, demanding she rouse herself immediately. She blinks away the sleep, squinting against the assaulting brightness as she sits up.

It takes some time for her to clear her fuzzy brain, realizing that her surroundings are definitely not familiar. She almost startles with the realization that she’s not at home in her own bed, until flashes of last night invade her mind’s eye.

Izuku blushes a vibrant strawberry red with the memory of Katsuki’s hands, blazing eyes and sinful tongue. She buries her face into her pillow to muffle her scream and kicks her feet into the mattress excitedly. She’d just had the most amazing night with the most gorgeous woman she’s ever met. Izuku breathes in a deep inhale, sinuses engulfed in a sweet cinnamon scent that is wholly Katsuki. Just as she’s pinching her own arm to make sure it isn’t all a dream, and whining from the pain of her action, the bedroom door is pushed open and Katsuki walks in.

“I’m kinda afraid to ask, but…what are you doing now, Nerd?”

Izuku’s head pops up, hair no longer in perfectly crafted curls from the night previous, but rather a tangled mess. “Kacchan! You’re real!”

Katsuki snorts and rolls her eyes. “Well yeah. Be really fucking weird if I wasn’t, given the fact that you’re literally in my bed, baby.”

The blush that had finally dissipated returns full force at the pet name. “B-Baby?”

The smirk that slices across Katsuki’s face sends a fleet of butterflies skittering around Izuku’s stomach and she wonders briefly how someone as gorgeous as the blonde was interested in her.

“Told ya I’d be a better boyfriend than the previous loser and I intend on proving that fact every day until your cute little nerd brain gets it. Now get your sexy ass up and come eat. I made my princess some pancakes.”

Izuku smiles so wide it makes her cheeks ache. She jumps out of the bed to chase after Katsuki, only to grow embarrassed when she realizes that she’s still fully nude and dives back under the covers. She pouts and glowers at Katsuki, who’s cackling like a deranged gremlin. Once she convinces the blonde to toss her some clothes, the two wander to the dining room to start eating.

Katsuki makes good on her promise to prove to Izuku she’d make the better boyfriend. The blonde spends every day being the best “boyfriend” Izuku has ever had until one day, Katsuki develops a new promise: to prove to Izuku she’d make the best “husband” too.

End.