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It had been an accident. Of course it fucking had. He’d been roped into doing some sort of ‘group assignment’ in UA and for some fucking reason Aizawa had stuck him with Dunceface and Cheeks. He’d gotten through literal years without letting anyone - not even Shitty Hair - know about his stupid crush (and crushes were stupid; just fucking distractions), but somehow, during this ‘group assignment’ a.k.a. The worst thing to ever happen to him; he’d called over Cheeks to look at the shitty mistakes Dunceface was making and instead of calling her ‘Cheeks’ he said ‘sweets’. SWEETS. To make matters worse, he’d then frozen, started trying to back out, saw the look of shock on Dunceface’s stupid dunce face, inhaled some saliva and choked until he was choking and gasping for air, turning around only to see Cheeks RIGHT THERE looking red as a strawberry (and probably just as sweet) and stuttering a reply, so he’d shoved past her to grab his water so he could actually fucking breathe-

‘Bakugo, what did you call her?’ Dunceface was seriously running the risk of losing several limbs at that moment, but Katsuki had experienced a moment of pure calm, simply because he had looked around and realised… the whole class had heard. Pure calm became pure panic, and he would probably have just blown up the entire classroom, himself with it, if Aizawa hadn’t stepped up to the front of the class, smoothly nullified Katsuki’s quirk, and then indicated that AllMight was on his way to judge their projects in the next five minutes. Everyone had gotten back to it, but Katsuki had the very weird experience of knowing that people were casting him little looks whenever they could, and he wasn’t ripping their face off about it. And that was mostly because when he’d gone back to working on the project, he’d seen Cheeks looking just a little too overwhelmed from all the attention. So he’d kept his mouth shut. And neither of them ever mentioned it. (And neither did Dunceface after Katsuki had a little “chat” with him later that day.)

SIX YEARS LATER
The morning had been rough. And not in the good way of chasing down villains and maybe even getting a little bit of extra education time before handing them over to someone else for sentencing. More in the way of ‘end-to-end-meetings that they never really told you in school you’d have to do and be civil about it’. He was finally out on his lunch break, and he’d be heading out on patrol in the afternoon, so things were feeling a bit better, but he still felt the strain of having to juggle new intern-intake, keeping the accountants happy, managing expectations from both the higher ups and his team… He sometimes wondered if he should take his psych’s advice and actually learn to delegate and step back a little bit better. But… what more to life was there than doing this?

He rubbed the back of his neck as he waited in line to order his favourite sandwich, huffing out a breath and trying to let the morning’s antics go. His neck may as well be made of metal cables for all it helped, and he could feel a tension headache building at the base of his skull. Caffeine. Haven’t had nearly enough yet. He made a promise to himself to get two drinks instead of one - he’d work off the sugar and caffeine high fast anyway - and moved forward with the line, where he was now in second place. Then the woman in front of him started putting in her order, and his eyes, which had closed as he tried to massage his stupid neck, flew open. Unfortunately, so did his mouth.

‘Cheeks?!’ The petite brunette in front of him turned around so fast she nearly fell over. ‘Bakugo?!’ They stared at each other for a few silent seconds, and then Uraraka started giggling, and he, surprising himself, let out a rough chuckle. Her eyes widened and then her expression smoothed. And she smiled. And his heart goddamn rolled over like a little puppy and showed it’s belly.

Dammit.

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Somehow, he wasn’t really sure how, they ended up grabbing their food and drinks and heading to a local park, where they perched on a walled planter and had… was this a lunch date? He shook his head to dispel the thought and took a somewhat aggressive bite of his sandwich, attempting to scare his own heart into submission. But it had already submit - just not to him. Uraraka was chatting brightly, snacking on her own sandwich and occasionally eat a chip from a shared box that they had gotten together (he wasn’t sure how that had happened, either, but the chips were good, and it put something between them so he wouldn’t lose his shit if he bumped her shoulder or something, so that was good), and just generally seeming so at ease that Katsuki had wondered more than once if this was the same person he’d gone to UA with. This was the same person that used to squeak and hide whenever he looked at her, never mind that sometimes the next minute she would be giving her all to bringing him down in the ring. Now she just seemed so… self-assured.

It was kind of hot, if he was honest.

‘Yeh, so anyway, he managed to slip away from my partner using some sort of dust, and so I picked myself up and started chasing him again, but then he misjudged how high a curb was and just… slammed into a wall.’ She let out this little laugh. ‘See, I can laugh now, but back then I had to be so professional. But this guy was just awful to everyone and he’d just taken himself out. Ah damn it was hilarious.’ She laughed again, and he let out a low chuckle in response - the picture she painted was pretty funny - and noticed her take a short little breath in. Interesting. They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, just eating and looking around at the trees and the other people, and then Katsuki heard her take in another little breath.

‘Hey, Bakugo? Can I… ask you something?’ It was the first time she had sounded tentative and so Katsuki paid more attention. Leaning forward on his knees, he tilted his head up to look at her. ‘Yeh?’ She breathed for a bit, and then locked eyes with him. ‘Did you know I had a crush on you when we were in UA?’

Katsuki damn near fell off the wall. He definitely blanked out for a minute. ‘What?!’ he finally uttered, and he probably would have accidentally gone to his old, high-level volume, if it weren’t for the fact that he kind of choked it out, so it sounded more like a croak than anything else. She looked at him, and he saw her cheeks had gone pink. She didn’t answer, though, so Katsuki said the first thing that came into his head. ‘I thought you had a thing for Deku?’ It kind of hurt him to ask that - things were good between him and Deku since UA, they’d resolved some shit (mostly it had been Katsuki that needed to work on stuff, but still) and they still caught up from time to time. Seeing Deku was probably the only time that Katsuki actually remembered to call his parents, because he just didn’t remember they existed otherwise, and Deku was so close with his Mum that… Katsuki started getting secondhand guilt or something. But UA had been rough times in so many ways, and Katsuki could still remember the pain of nursing a secret crush on someone who was in love with the person who caused you so much stress.

Uraraka laughed a little, and her blush got a little deeper. ‘Ah…yeh. I did. And I told him, eventually, but I mean. He was so so gay and so into Shouto. I’m so glad they’re together now, and honestly, those feelings I had for him made me realise that… That actually I needed time to understand the reactions I was having… to you.’ She paused and laughed ruefully. ‘I always thought I was just really afraid of you, but that didn’t make sense because I would be so calm fighting you.’ Katsuki nodded. He was watching her carefully, trying to hear her over how loud his heart was beating.

‘But…ugh I actually don’t know why I’m telling you all this. I guess I was gonna see if I could find you while I was home anyway, because I’ve been thinking about you.’ She got even redder. And she was rambling a little. Cute. She huffed out a breath and then sat up straighter, and then turned to him. He was frozen, watching her. ‘I realised that every time I thought I was frightened by you, it was because I found you attractive. I never really cared about the swearing or anything, I just didn’t realise that I liked you so much until after things with Deku happened. And I also… figured that you knew how I felt and just kind of felt annoyed about it. There was one day, though, when I wondered…’ She trailed off, looking into the distance.

Now or never. Have some fucking courage.

‘When I called you Sweets?’ Her gaze shot back to his and her mouth dropped open. ‘Yes! How did you…?’ Her confused face made him laugh at himself a little. He took a deep breath. Courage courage. She’s the one who was brave first, the least you can do is meet her there. ‘Heh, that was the one time that I fucking let my own feelings show.’ He watched her face as his words sunk in. Pure shock stretched across her face. ‘Wait..what?!’ she practically yelled it, and even stood up to look down at him. Luckily she had already finished her food and put her rubbish in a neat little pile next to her, otherwise things would be flying everywhere. ‘So.. wait.. You..?’

She was still standing, so he adjusted slightly to look up at her. ‘I had a crush on you for years, Cheeks. I just.. Was a stupid teenager who had some misplaced jealousy and something of an anger issue going on.’ Uraraka slowly sat back down, watching him all the time. She laughed at the last bit. ‘You don’t say?’ Katsuki laughed.

They both adjusted to look at the trees again and sat quietly for a moment. ‘Wow. So. You liked me and I liked you.’ Her voice was softer, kind of bewildered. He laughed softly. ‘Seems that way. …shit.’ He was absolutely floored. He didn’t know what to do with this information. And then she hit him with another question.

‘And…what about now?’

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‘And...what about now?’

Her voice was soft, and she wasn’t looking at him. He took in her face as she stared at the ground, thinking about how he’d felt as a teenager, and how he had felt when he first saw her today. He looked down at his hands and felt how damp they were, and really felt how fast his heart was beating. It was such a soft moment and yet so filled with intensity - he felt weak with it. Like it was taking all his energy just to try and stay present, try and stay open and honest. He cleared his throat, suddenly finding it dry, and then licked his lips. It had been too long of a pause so he looked back up at her, to find her looking at him - well, looking at his mouth, as if she had watched him lick his lips and hadn’t been able to look away.

And damn, if that didn’t just give him a shot of adrenaline.

He wasn’t great with words, generally (no surprises there), and so this was hard. But his brain.. It just switched off. And so instead he leaned forwards and pressed his lips to hers, very very gently. He watched as her eyes widened slightly, and then he pulled away, keeping eye contact. And then his brain switched back on. ‘Shit, sorry, I should’ve asked if-’

She blushed all the way up to the tops of her ears, but she cut him off ‘No, no, it’s fine, I mean, yes consent is hot, but like also I was thinking- and- you didn’t-’ She stopped and took a breath. ‘Thanks. Asking is good. But I’m okay, are you…okay?’ She was so red, and so flustered, and clearly having trouble getting her thoughts to align, and Katsuki found it so cute and yet also was feeling flustered and frustrated with himself. He cleared his throat again, wished he had some water nearby, and then tried to do better.

He reached out, took one of her hands, and she stilled at his touch. Her eyes leapt to his again and held there as he looked at her. ‘Cheeks, I-’ Another throat clearing. ‘I thought I’d gotten over my crush on you. But when I saw you today I realised it never went away just… got quieter because I wasn’t seeing you all the time.’ He shifted awkwardly. Why was this so fucking hard?! ‘Do you… Would you maybe want to… try dating?’ He grimaced at his own words - they sounded so fucking tepid and failed horrendously to really communicate how he was feeling. Fucking words.

Uraraka was silent for a moment, watching him, but the corners of her mouth slowly tipped up into a smile that spread across her face and made her near-blinding to look at. She wrapped her fingers around his hand and squeezed. ‘Yeh. Yeh, I’d really like that.’ Her smile somehow got a little wider and then she giggled, and Katsuki felt a lightness and warmth start in his chest and the spread throughout his body. Inside he was panicking a little bit - I don’t know if I have time for a relationship! How am I going to give her good experiences when I’m so messed up?! How do I relearn how to be around other people after… being the exact opposite for so long. - But he shoved the thoughts away for the moment, because she was holding his hand, and…she was looking at his mouth again. And biting her goddamn lip.

He was going to do it right this time.

‘Can I kiss you?’ Her eyes shot up to his and she grinned, nodding enthusiastically. He chuckled and then leaned in, making sure to kiss her more thoroughly this time, gently exploring her mouth with his own. Her lips were so soft and she tasted of the sugary coffee she’d just recently finished. Her unheld hand came up to rest on his cheek and he couldn’t help breathing a little deeper when it did - fucking years of infatuation had led to here, and he was going to plaster it across his memory.

When he dipped his tongue into her mouth quickly, she inhaled on a little gasp, and Katsuki just barely stopped himself from groaning. Fuck, it’s been a while since I kissed anyone, and she is… He couldn’t finish the thought. How do you say ‘everything I ever wanted’ without sounding like an absolute idiot, even in your head? His other hand had somehow found its way to her waist, and he couldn’t help but run a finger along her top there. He felt overwhelmed, nearly drugged by his reaction to her, and suddenly found it was too much, so he pulled away.

They were both breathing heavier by now. They were still wrapped up in each other, still holding hands, and found themselves just breathing and looking at each other as they recovered. ‘Well. That was. Fuck.’ Hearing a swear word out of her mouth made his already quite noticeable erection even more attention-seeking, and he tried to breathe slowly and calmly because they were in a fucking park for fuck’s sake. He couldn’t help grinning at her, though. ‘Well put,’ he managed to say. They both laughed a little bit, but then the alarm on Katsuki’s watch started buzzing.

‘Shit, I’ve got to go on patrol. Dammit.’ He had never expected his long lunch to be anything other than him sculling two bobas and eating a sandwich somewhat angrily. This was… completely different. She smiled but looked a little sad. Then shock went across her face. ‘Oh shit! I need to meet up with Mina!’ She looked at her phone and groaned. ‘Oh my God, she’s been texting me for the last half hour. I-’ She looked back up at him and held her phone out. ‘Number, please.’ Not a question, a fucking demand. And dammit, his cock needed to calm the fuck down.

He grinned and quickly punched in his number, then wordlessly handed her his own cell. She typed in her number, her nails making a satisfying ‘clack’ noise on his screen (why the fuck was he noticing that) and then paused. ‘Should I put my name as ‘Cheeks’?’ she asked, sounding like she was teasing him. He smiled and motioned for her to hand his phone back, and he took a chance. He typed in a name and then showed her the completed contact info - at the top of the screen it said ‘Sweets’. He knew he was blushing, he could feel how red he was, but it felt like their first private joke, and seeing the blush spread across her face in response was absolutely perfect.

She giggled a bit and then looked at her own phone - he’d put his number in and set his name to ‘Katsuki’, and she sent a shy smile up at him. Pretty much nobody called him that - Kirishima called him ‘Kats’ a fair amount, and Deku still called him Kacchan, but not even his Mum used his first name, really. Mostly she called him ‘brat’, so. But he wanted Uraraka to call him that.

‘Okay. Well. Uhm, message me? I will definitely be messaging you.’ She smiled again and kissed him on the cheek before grabbing her rubbish and standing up, smoothing her skirt a little bit as she did. She looked so beautiful that he just watched her, even though he needed to get going himself.

‘Yeh, I will.’ A pause. ‘Let’s have dinner together soon, Sweets?’ He was blushing again. Whatever.

A grin. ‘Yes! Really soon, please. Bye, Katsuki.’ Her cheeks a faint pink, she turned and walked away, and he watched her until she disappeared, and then - and only then - did he take a deep breath and remember that he had shit to do.

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It had been a day. Not only had Katsuki been involved in running down three separate robberies (one of which had been very much of the armed variety), but he’d had so many meetings (that, let’s be honest, could have been emails, for fuck’s sake) that he’d missed out on eating much for lunch aside from a kind of dry and small sandwich that the company’s admin assistant had managed to ditch at him before he headed out on patrol.

But all of it suddenly washed off of him when he got in his shower at home. Because tonight, he had a date.

He and Uraraka had been texting back and forth for a few days now, and if she hadn’t already been booked up with commitments during her working visit back to Japan - a bit of a secondment deal, though she usually did work abroad - they probably would have gone out sooner than this. He had been determined to do it all well, and so he had planned the night out so she didn’t need to lift a finger. He really wanted to show her a good time, but it was rough - he felt so out of touch with what people really did on dates - he’d had some flings here and there throughout the years, but they were mostly just temporary stuff that was fun while it lasted but then ended pretty amicably. Most of them anyway. He hadn’t really found anything or anyone that tempted him away from work really, so this was a whole new experience for him. Also… he and Uraraka went to UA together, sure, but it had been years since then, and he had always held himself at several-arms-lengths from her, anyway, so he was just getting to know who she was now.

He figured… probably she’d be uncomfortable with a restaurant that was super fancy (he was, too, and him being anxious and uptight on a date just sounded like a disaster anyway), so he booked a table at a place he’d been to before, that was quite close to his apartment. It did Chinese food, with a little bit of fusion stuff thrown in, and so even if spice wasn’t her thing there were plenty of options. Yeh, he’d thought about this a lot, pretty much ever since she agreed to try dating.

After that, bubble tea. Because…. Bubble tea. She seemed like she might be a houjicha kind of girl, or perhaps some sort of brown sugar milk tea. She hadn’t even commented on his double-boba moment the other day, just acted like it was perfectly normal to have two boba, so he figured it was likely that she did it occasionally, too.

He stepped out of the shower feeling nervous, but… was this excitement, too? The nerves were most likely just because he didn’t want to fuck things up on their first official date, but there was also an element of ‘what if she gets to know me and finds me…messed up?’. He knew he was a strong fighter, had great control of his quirk, and that he worked hard to stay that way. But social skills… well no one was going to give him a fucking award for them. Most of the time he didn’t care but this… this was completely different.

He dressed carefully, going for a ‘relaxed but still put effort in’ kind of vibe, and then left his place to walk over to her hotel. It was about a twenty minute walk, but he didn’t mind - it gave him time to clear his head. The restaurant was almost in the middle between his and her places, and there were lights in the trees and strung along the streets in this area, so it was a pretty nice walk, all things considered.

When he got to her hotel, he began to walk up to the front desk to ask for her room number when she had a voice call out to him. He turned and saw her stand up from a chair in the small sitting area, and his brain stopped. (That seems to happen a lot around her, he thought, distantly.) He’d told her ‘smart casual’ because she’d begged him for information, stating that she wanted to bring her A game to their date and didn’t want to misjudge the tone. And, fuck, she brought her fucking S game. Her dress was simple, but fitted her so beautifully - completely hugging her curves up top, and then flaring out from her hips, the skirt finishing at her knees. Her shoes were about two inches high, red, and with ribbons that went up around her ankles and tied with a bow. He immediately had a fantasy of her in just those shoes, and maybe some red lingerie to match, and had to physically shake himself to get his mind out of the damned gutter.

Coming back to himself, he strode over to her, unable to walk slowly, and then wrapped his hands around her waist, gripping her a bit firmer than was really warranted, and let his gaze rake over her. It had been a few days, but he felt like he’d been chronically dehydrated, and here was a fucking waterfall. She gasped a little when he touched her, and immediately put her hands on his shoulders, like that just made sense. Her own eyes drank him in, too, and her fingers twitched on his shoulders like she wanted to… maybe undress him? Mind. Out. Of. The. Gutter. They had to at least get through dinner.

And yet.

‘Can I kiss you? Hi, by the way.’ He smiled lopsidedly at her. She laughed and said ‘hi. And yes, please.’ He grinned and then immediately lowered his head to hers - even with the heels, he was still taller than her. He didn’t think that had been a big deal to him - taller or shorter, his partners had all been hot regardless. But there was something about having to bend down to her that made him feel like he could keep her safe… even though he knew she was perfectly capable of it on her own. And that was also really hot.

He tried to make the kiss just a short peck, but he couldn’t help that he wanted to devour her right now. Some of his hunger came through and he deepened the kiss, feeling her clinging to him and realising that he was digging his fingers into her lower back. He’d planned to wait until at least after dinner before kissing her, but damn, just seeing her was enough to make him throw those plans out the window.

She made a small sound in the back of her throat, and he, cursing himself, pulled back to her eyes fluttering open with a glazed expression on them. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she came back to herself, and Katsuki followed the movement with intense focus, very nearly leaning in to kiss her again. She cleared her throat and unclasped her hands from his shirt. ‘Well. Uhm. Shall we go get some dinner? I…uhm. I’m pretty sure I was hungry a minute ago.’ She looked a little confused, and a little pink, and Katsuki chuckled a little.

‘Yeh, food. Let’s go.’ Not giving himself time to really think about it, he held out his hand for her to take, which she obliged, and then headed out into the night.

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The night went well. Really well. Katsuki was surprised how relaxed he felt around her, and she seemed to really enjoy talking to him - something of equal levels of surprise for someone who had been told that they were ‘unsociable’ their entire lives (and worse. But also, they had a point). She loved the food, and even liked some of the spicier stuff, and Katsuki had been right - she went for a houjicha bubble tea with some black pearls.

‘Haha you guessed what I’d order? That’s pretty impressive. A secret skill of yours, Katsuki? Boba predictions.’ She gave him a sly smile. His heart beat a little faster every time she used his name, but she also made him feel so… he wasn’t sure. Seen and yet accepted? It was still early days, really…

‘You got me. I figured for you it was either that or brown sugar milk tea.’ She looked genuinely surprised. ‘What the heck, am I just that easy to read?’ She laughed. ‘You totally got me! I would’ve gotten that if it wasn’t nighttime. Houjicha tends to be my go-to if I want less caffeine. I only have one other go-to order… can you guess?’ She smiled mysteriously, her eyes sparkling.

He pretended to think about it for a moment. Truth was, he had had a back-up idea. ‘Taro?’ Her mouth actually dropped open. ‘What the fuck, Katsuki? How?!’ He laughed. ‘Well, I kind of figured about the caffeine thing, because you mentioned not drinking coffee after a certain time or when you’re feeling anxious. The taro was kind of a given - Sweets, you have a pin of a taro boba on your bag.’ She looked down at her satchel and then back up at him, giggling a little. ‘And the brown sugar?’

He might’ve flushed a little bit. ‘Well… I know you have a sweet tooth.’ She piped up immediately - ‘yeh, but pretty much all boba have sugar!’ ‘Mmm true, but I thought maybe… you might like something with a richer, almost a bit of a burnt sugar.... Because.. Well…’ He muttered the last bit of the sentence. She leaned in, putting her ear closer to his mouth. ‘Because what?’ He whispered into her ear: ‘because you like me… and my quirk means I kind of smell like burnt sugar…’ He knew he was blushing now, he could feel how hot his ears were. He couldn’t look at her directly, but kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as they walked along the street.

‘Oh.’ She sipped her boba and chewed thoughtfully. ‘Oh, that makes so much sense…’ She said it softly. He tilted his head to look at her a little more fully. ‘What do you mean?’ She startled as if she hadn’t realised she’d said that out loud. ‘Uh… well. I only started drinking brown sugar milk teas when I went to UA. My parents were surprised, since I’d always just gone for anything that involved strawberry before, but like… I started craving it.’ Katsuki couldn’t properly see her face in the light from the streetlamps and string lights in the trees, but he was pretty sure she was blushing. Well, that made two of them.

She inhaled suddenly and turned to him, stopping him in his tracks. ‘I have a question.’ He laughed a little. ‘Okay, sure.’ She paused for a minute, but this look of sheer determination and stubbornness had entered her eyes. ‘It’s your sweat that makes you smell like that, right? Because that’s what you ignite?’ He was taken aback by the question, but nodded. ‘You remember that from UA?’ She nodded, too. ‘I’m impressed you remember.’

Her expression changed, looking a little like she was wondering at him. ‘Of course. But, that’s like… the bare minimum. I’m surprised… you’ve noticed so much about me.’ He blinked at her. ‘What do you mean?’ She took a step closer. ‘Are you kidding? You remembered I don’t drink coffee after a certain time, or when I feel anxious. You noticed this tiny little pin on my bag - amongst about a million others, I might add. You’re actually listening to me…when I talk to you. I thought I was just rambling.’

He put his free hand around her waist and pulled her closer, leaning down to whisper in her ear ‘I always pay attention to you, Sweets. You're important.’ She drew back to look at him, her eyes shining. ‘Katsuki…’ A pause. ‘Can I kiss you, please?’ Her voice was a little husky, and he felt a thrill run through him. But his voice was somehow gone so he just managed a nod. She reached up with her free hand to push her fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, before bringing his mouth down to hers. The kiss started off soft, gentle, full of feeling and heart. But it quickly changed as the fire between them ignited once again.

She pulled back just enough to say ‘I’ve been wanting to kiss you again all night’ before sealing her mouth back over his and dipping her tongue in. He inhaled sharply - she tasted like houjicha but also like her, something innately Uraraka that threatened to drive him out of his mind. She made a small sound in the back of her throat - needy, but also kind of frustrated, and then pulled back. Katsuki was having trouble focusing after all of the blood he needed to, you know, think, had abandoned the rest of his body and headed very firmly south, so he just kind of opened his eyes and watched her look around. Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him (damn, I forgot how strong she is) into a nearby alleyway.

Katsuki blinked in surprise and took in his new surroundings for a small moment - a very small moment because Uraraka took his boba and set it with hers on a nearby aircon unit and then pushed him until his back came up against a wall. Before he could say anything, she was plastered to the front of him, her mouth nipping hungrily at his before turning her attention to the side of his throat. He groaned and gripped her with his suddenly free hands, wishing he could get her dress off.

‘You know’ *nip* ‘I’ve been thinking about something a lot lately.’ Her voice was deep and rich and rough and Katsuki felt like he was holding on to his control by a bare thread. ‘Mmm?’ he managed. ‘I keep wondering,’ a lick up his throat, ending with a small nibble on his ear, and he could hear his own breath rushing in and out of him as he tried to keep up, ‘do you taste as good as you smell? I think you might…’

‘Fuck.’ He couldn’t stop himself. He grabbed her and flipped their positions, dragging one her legs up around his waist. She gasped but grinned mischievously up at him and he couldn’t help but laugh - ‘you’re going to mess me up, aren’t you, Sweets?’ he rumbled before turning his attention to her neck. She moaned and said ‘maybe. But it’s going to be a beautiful mess.’

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Somehow - Katsuki still isn’t sure how - they ended up at his apartment. He felt a glimmer of nerves as he opened the front door and let her in. Not that he was worried she’d find his place dirty or anything - he was a neat freak, and oddly proud of it. He didn’t understand why people didn’t live that way, anyway. He, Deku, and Half ‘n’ Half had gotten into heated discussions talking about how being neat just made sense. They were always all agreeing with each other, but had all had experiences with others that they needed to share aggressively, so that they could agree with each other even more. Might’ve been one of the main things they agreed on.

His nervousness was more because… he’d never brought anyone back here before. He’d always hooked up with others at their place, or at a hotel or something. So, this was new. A lot of this was new.

He let her in and then turned to shut the door and lock it, hanging his keys up as he did so. As soon as he turned back around she was pressing him up against the door, her hands tugging his shirt up and her tongue in his mouth. He made a small grunt of surprise, but, would you look at that, all of his nerves were gone. He needed that energy for something else.

He enthusiastically responded once he got with the program, his hands trying to pull her even closer as he started walking her towards the bedroom. Eventually he got too impatient, and he just grabbed her and picked her up, her legs immediately going around his waist as she continued to devour his mouth. It just felt so… natural. Like they should have been doing this before now. It also felt new and exciting and liberating. Why the fuck didn’t I kiss her before? Why did I let my ego get in the way of this happening?

Thoughts for another time. For now, he had reached the bedroom, and so he gently leant forward and placed her on the bed. She nipped his lower lip and let go, looking up at him. She was still fully dressed, but she looked messy and Katsuki loved that. Her hair was in disarray, and her lipstick a bit smudged - it was probably all over his mouth, too. And maybe his neck. At the thought, he stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, and watched as her pupils somehow managed to get bigger. She smiled at him and sat up, running her hands along his chest and abs. He sucked in a breath and then groaned when she dug her nails in, just a little.

Leaning forward and reaching round her, he found the zipper on her dress and started to work it down - he didn’t understand how she’d managed to get into this dress without assistance, maybe she was hypermobile? - and she turned her attention to mouthing lightly at any skin that she could reach on his torso. She was licking him, and making little noises like she liked what she tasted.

As if she had just read his mind, she muttered ‘Mmmnn. You do taste good. Though there are other places that come to mind that I need to taste to confirm…’ His brain went somewhere very specific and he shorted out for a second. He looked down at her, her dress undone at the back, grinning up at him and messy, and talking about swallowing him down… Something snapped in him and he stopped being so gentle with her, shoving her back onto the bed and launching his body over hers, his mouth going to her neck to bite and suck harshly, one hand holding her head in place whilst the other skimmed up her skirt and grabbed her arse hard.

She gasped and then moaned, loudly, and then seemed unable to stop making noises. ‘Fuck, Katsuki, fuck…’ He continued to mark up her neck, loving the sounds he was wringing from her, and her hands began to explore along his back, scratching and squeezing and feeling out each of his muscles and his scars. Eventually, her hands traced down his front to the waistband of his jeans, and she began to undo his belt. Pulling back for a moment, he pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist and-
His dirty thoughts from the start of the night flooded back to him. Her bra was bright fucking red and lacey. He paused, just taking her in, and she looked up at him, blushing softly. “I told you I wanted to bring my A game…” He swallowed thickly and traced a finger along the lace at the top of her breast, listening to her suck in a gasp.

“Fuck… you really are going to wreck me, aren’t you, Sweets? How are you everything I want?” Her eyes widened and she looked up at him. His own eyes widened when he realised what he’d said. His heart stuttered. He locked eyes with her and breathed shallowly, but didn’t try to take anything back. He’d just spoken the truth, and it was cringey as fuck, but maybe… maybe it was okay to be cringey so that people knew how you felt.

“Katsuki… I’m so glad we ran into each other again. I’ve been thinking about you for years. I… I may explode if you don’t kiss me again.” She laughed ruefully at herself, and he smiled at her, before leaning in and kissing her thoroughly. The kiss was sweet, intimate, sensual. And then she made a small noise and the softness of the earlier moment changed to something more heated. She moved her hands back to his pants and finished undoing his belt and then his pants, and she slipped her hand inside and stroked his painfully hard cock, and he groaned into her mouth. It had been so long since someone had touched him like this, and the fact that it was Sweets? His brain might just explode.

Pulling back slightly, but still stroking him so that he struggled to pay attention to everything going on, she whispered “you know… my panties match my bra…” and he feverishly pinned her to the bed to strip the rest of her dress off of her whilst she giggled. He threw her dress to the side and absorbed the fact that not only did her panties match her bra, but it was a thong. He’d had her pinned against a wall in an alleyway, one leg up around his waist, and this beauty would have been pressed right against his clothed cock.

Cue brain explosion.

“I’m guessing you like what you see, Katsuki?” she looked up at him through her lashes, on display in front of him in his bed and he found that, for the moment, he couldn’t speak from desire. He held her gaze and stepped off the bed, removing his pants and underwear and watched as she took in his naked body. Her eyes traveled down slowly, but locked on his cock, and he felt a deep satisfaction that she licked her lips whilst looking at him.

“I love what I see, Sweets. And I think you might, too.” His voice was even more rough than usual. He took a step forward to get back on the bed, but she rolled on to all fours and crawled over to him. “Don’t get back on the bed yet. I have some science I want to do first.” And, kneeling on the bed, she leant forward and put her mouth on his cock. He moaned before even properly computing what was happening, and then he had to fist his hands at his sides to avoid grabbing her and fucking her face. She felt fucking divine and she expertly began swirling her tongue around his head, whilst fisting the rest of his cock with her hands. He was very quickly panting, his head tipped back but still watching her as she messily sucked him.

She pulled off with a loud pop and licked her lips. “Mmm you do taste like burnt sugar, even here. Though there’s probably more science to be done.” She looked up at him and leant forward to take him back in her mouth, but his control snapped at her words. He grabbed her arms and pushed her back on the bed, then grabbed her legs to pull her to the edge of the bed. She squeaked adorably, but he had already pushed her legs apart, admiring how she was glistening even through her underwear. “My turn,” he ground out, before gently pulling her thong to one side and licking a stripe up her wet folds.

“Nghh! Katsuki!” she was almost screeching and quickly covered her mouth with both hands to muffle her sounds.

“Uh-uh, Sweets. None of that. I want to hear what I do to you.” She pulled her hands away and looked down at him, and he smirked, confirming she was going to let herself make noise, before diving back in. She tasted both sweet and salty and entirely moreish and he unashamedly ate his fill - suckling and nibbling, licking and tongue-fucking her until she was a messy pile of moans, gasps, and begging.

“Katsuki, baby, please can I cum?” she stuttered out as her orgasm approached. He paused licking, but thrust two fingers into her cunt and slowly started to pump them in and out. “‘Baby’?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, but a smile on his lips. She blushed deep red, and then that adorable determined look came across her face. “Yeh. You got a problem with that, baby?” He chuckled and licked her once, making her jolt. “No problem at all. Now, babe, you’re gonna need to cum on my face, okay?” And he dove in, finger-fucking her, licking and nibbling, and then latching on to her clit and sucking.

She moaned, volume getting even louder, until she was very nearly shouting, and then her hands came down to grab onto his hair (fuck that was so hot) as her orgasm crested over her. “Katsuki! FUCK-” she shouted as she came, and he felt as she clamped down on his fingers, her hands very nearly tearing his hair from his head, and he licked her through every wave until she slumped, boneless, on the bed.

Her hands released his hair, and he very gently removed his fingers from inside her, licking them off as he looked at her - sweaty and gorgeous at the end of his bed. She looked at him, too, with a slightly tired expression, her lips in a small smile. “Good?” he asked, as he sucked the last of her slick from his fingers, still loving the taste of her even after that full meal.
“Good?!” she questioned, incredulously. “You heard me, right? I think I damn near ascended to another plane.” She giggled softly, and he laughed, too, feeling smug. He stood and stroked one of her legs softly. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight if you don’t wa-”

“Excuse me?” she said, sitting up suddenly. “Fuck no! Get over here!” She looked vaguely like an angered chipmunk, and he smiled. “Thank fuck.” he muttered, and she laughed again. She pulled back on the bed and he went to climb onto her, but she redirected him, getting him to lie down and then she straddled him. He hissed out a long breath at the contact, and she cheekily rubbed herself against him, with that result that they both gasped.
Laughing, she looked at him before asking “condoms?” and he indicated his bedside table. She leaned over and grabbed one - rubbing even harder against his cock in the process, he was actually going to die - and then slowly rolled it down his length.

“Ready, babe?” she asked, softly. And he nodded, before she lifted herself up, pulled her thong to one side once more, and lowered herself onto him. She was stretched and slick from earlier, and so it didn’t take as much work to get him in, and after a little while he was seated fully inside her. They were both breathing heavily, though, and his nails were digging into her thighs to stop himself from moving before she was ready. Her own hands splayed on his stomach, she rocked gently, experimentally, and they both breathed out roughly at the movement.

“Fuuuckkk…” it had been a while for him and he was really going to have to focus not to blow his load too soon. She grinned down at him and he wondered just how much trouble he might be in, right before she reached around and unhooked her bra, throwing it off to one side. The sight of her beautiful tits nearly made him cum immediately, but instead he sat up and licked one into his mouth, rolling her nipple around with his tongue, and she gasped and moaned and then started rocking on him, the angle deeper and providing his abs for her to grind her clit on, too.

It was heady, being this close to her, being inside her, having her controlling the pace as she started to use her beautiful strong legs to bounce on his cock. He had one arm wrapped around her, and the other squeezed between their bodies to press on her lower stomach, and they both moaned loudly when they could feel his cock moving inside her. She picked up the pace, and he met her, thrust for thrust, teasing her nipples with his fingers as he kissed her again, tasting her, tangling their tongues together messily, saliva on each other’s lips.

“Sweets baby are you close? I’m… I don’t know if I can…” He could feel his balls tightening and he knew he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“I’m close, I’m almost there, fuck I- nghhh kiss me again-” He surged in to kiss her and they both whimpered and moaned as their climaxes flooded over them at the same time, feeding their noises of pleasure into each other’s mouths.

They stayed locked together, just breathing and coming down from those heady heights, for some time. Eventually Katsuki opened his eyes and found her looking at him, smiling sleepily, and he could only smile back.

“I told you I’d make a beautiful mess of you, babe,” she giggled. He grinned at her and bit her cheek gently. “Look who’s talking, Sweets.”