*Katsuki*

"Come on, now's your chance to boss me around." Izuku said as he stood waiting, Katsuki could see the control in his hand.

"You want me to place you like a doll?" Katsuki asked. He still didn't know what he was expecting him to do.

"Whatever you want to do to teach me, however you think I'll learn." Izuku said seriously.

Katsuki hesitated. He saw Izuku had finally relaxed back out of being a popsicle and his body language was a little broken from his impatience.

"Take the shot." he said. Izuku stiffened. "Fuck, Deku. You gotta listen to me, you can't just stiffen up. Now you missed it."

"Come here and direct me." Izuku said. "You're so far away, I can't connect with you."

"I'm right here, what do you mean." Katsuki said gruffly.

"You know better than anyone, you can't see beyond the lights." Izuku said. "What are you scared of, I won't bite today."

"Ugh." Katsuki said, feeling unease rise in his stomach. He walked over to Izuku and looked down. "Could you breathe."

"I don't know, can you?" Izuku asked.

"No bite, huh?" Katsuki smirked. Izuku gave a satisfying blush. "I meant relax, shit head."

Izuku drew a deep breath and let his limbs fall, relaxed.

"Now, you know where the light is, you've seen how I move to it and away from it. Think you can do that?" Katsuki asked. Izuku nodded. "Shoot. Move after every one, Tiny movements so it's not too different, but different enough."

Katsuki sidestepped out of the camera's frame and the room flashed. Katsuki took his eyes from Izuku as they both looked at the resulting photo.

"There you go, it's not amazing , but it's an improvement." Katsuki said smugly. The shadows contouring Izuku 's exposed torso were a little distracting, and Katsuki was annoyed that when he was pointing and shooting, he couldn't achieve that.

When Izuku had control of the camera it was magic.

"Holy shit, that does look good." Izuku said leaving his place and going to the laptop to gawk at himself.

"Not humble at all, I see." Katsuki teased. "But somehow, you're self conscious most of the time."

"Kacchan, you did this more than me." Izuku protested. "I wouldn't have gotten this by myself, ever."

"And I couldn't get your body framed and in the right light by myself, so it wasn't me." Katsuki said, annoyed.

"Then we make a good team." Izuku said. Katsuki grunted, turning away so Izuku wouldn't see his face. He didn't know what expression his face was making, but he had felt it contort.

"How long we been here?" Katsuki asked. He glanced at his watch with no concept of the time.

"Only half an hour since we started shooting." Izuku said.

" What?" Katsuki asked. "That felt like forever."

"Because you like to fight." Izuku said.

"I didn't fight much today." Katsuki said.

"True, you're getting better." Izuku said.

"Better enough that we're…" Katsuki started. He was going to say 'okay' or 'friends'. He stopped himself, but Izuku was paying attention.

"I still don't trust you." Izuku said, eyeing him.

"Yea, half an hour doesn't make everything magically better." Katsuki said. "I'm tired, Deku. Let's call this a night. Go home to your husband, he probably hates me as much as you do."

Izuku narrowed his eyes at Katsuki. "Sure", he said. "And he's not my husband."

"He might as well be." Katsuki said absentmindedly. His brain finally registered 'sure' and he looked at Izuku. "Whaddaya mean, ' sure' ."

Izuku gave a breathy laugh. He shrugged.

"We can go home now." Izuku said. "Just message me, whenever you're free and we can do this some more."

Katsuki almost immediately said 'tomorrow', but he didn't want to drown Izuku. He grunted instead. He watched as Izuku busied about putting the equipment away.

"Um." Katsuki said. Izuku didn't look at him and Katsuki stood awkwardly, feeling out of place. He'd usually be in the dressing room, stripping or changing and ready to leave.

"Deku." Katsuki said. Izuku stopped and looked at him. "Can I help?"

Izuku looked surprised and Katsuki had to bite back a snappy comment.

"Sure, if you trust yourself, take down the lights." Izuku said, gesturing at the two towering lights that were now off.

"Dude, isn't there something easier?" Katsuki grumbled.

"Hey, you wanted to learn." Izuku said.

"You trust me all of a sudden?" Katsuki took the opportunity to tease. Izuku gave that satisfying blush again, this time accompanied with some defiance.

"Sure Kacchan." Izuku said, sarcasm dripping in his words. Then he said sweetly, mocking. "But that's a replaceable light. My life isn't replaceable."

Katsuki sucked his teeth at the quip and fiddled with the light stands.

He got them down without incident, and when he turned to look at Izuku with triumph on his face, Izuku was leaning against the wall, waiting with his gym bag in hand.

"How long have you been done?" Katsuki grumbled.

"Long enough that I see that I have a lot to teach you." Izuku said, his eyes sparkling with humour in the low light of the now dark studio.

"You want a ride home?" Katsuki asked. He was grumpy, but not annoyed. Today wasn't a complete waste. Izuku was talking to him and joking with him. That's an improvement. The next session should be less strained by his deserved scolding.

"Sure, Kacchan." Izuku said. Katsuki hated that phrase, it sounded like the equivalent of someone saying 'k' in a text.

He made a disgruntled sound and tried for it not to sound directed at Izuku. Katsuki thought he saw Izuku smile.

The drive to Izuku's place was devoid of snarky comments and sarcasm. Silence like at the gym, and Katsuki felt a tinge of worry creep into his head space.

When he stopped and waited for Izuku to detach his bike, he watched him in the mirrors, still surprised by how good he looked with the new haircut. And how nice it felt on his palm. Short, soft, prickly hair, smooth like velvet.

Katsuki cringed. He couldn't believe he had reached for the idiot's hair and touched it. He didn't know what he was thinking, what Izuku must have thought.

There was no logic about it. He couldn't justify that he was checking Kirishima's work, the red head's work was immaculate, but it was the only thing he could say quickly enough. That was it, though. That had to be the breaking point for Izuku, the thing that made him snap.

Touching Izuku when all the times he had ever laid hands on him was to hurt him.

His mind had gone down that rabbit hole and he sneaked out of it when Izuku tucked his head into the passenger window with a broad smile.

"Where'd you go, Kacchan?" Izuku asked. Katsuki grunted.

"You good, nerd?" Katsuki deflected, "Got everything?"

Izuku nodded and stood away from the car, his bike balanced with the help of his hand.

"See ya later." Izuku said softly.

Katsuki drove away. When he had gotten to his place that was half an hour away, his mind had tried over and over to frame a shot the way he had seen Izuku do it. He could do it in his mind but it never manifested at his hands somehow and he was annoyed with his own brain. Or eyes, whichever was thwarting him on his mission to be a better photographer.

When Katsuki walked in the door, his mind wasn't on dinner. He saw Ochako laying in bed, and he wanted to collapse onto her. She wore one of his t-shirts and only her underwear, her thighs smooth and soft, exposed above the bed sheets.

He climbed on top of her, causing her to drop her phone onto her lap as she looked up to him as he hovered over her, his breath he knew would tickle her face.

"If you keep this up every night, I won't be able to work. My legs would be too tired." Ochako said, her expression unchanged even as Katsuki's eyes darkened as he looked at her. He bowed his head so that his lips brushed against hers, and despite her comments, she raised her chin in response.

Katsuki had an incredibly frustrating day. He felt like he had butted heads with a wall, and he was actually hurt by it when his head would otherwise be harder than the person who dared to face off. He wanted the hurt to be drowned in Ochako, the way he had been using her since he had seen his shortcomings when Izuku Midoriya was all of a sudden back in his life.

Katsuki brought his hand up to her throat and tilted her chin up more, opening his mouth against hers and prying his tongue into her mouth to taste her. Ochako tasted of cherry and strawberries, the colour of her cheeks. He liked that about her, she was always so sweet, distracting from his own onslaught of his own bitter thoughts.

Ochako slid her phone to the bedside table and widened her legs so that he could sink his hips against hers and the length of his body lay on her. He had stiffened in his pants before he was even aware of it and he ground against her, feeling the pleasure spread from his core. He grunted against Ochako's lips and she laced her fingers into his hair, encouraging him.

He splayed his hand wide against her soft skin on her stomach and glided it further up to the underneath of her breasts. Ochako wound her hand to the back of his neck and traced it to his back and spine, digging her nails into the muscles of his back, she thrust her hips up against him, rubbing her clit against the hardness of him and moaning against his mouth. Katsuki nipped at her lips hungrily. Katsuki loved that about her. Her eagerness to take him.

With a deft hand, Katsuki slid off her panties and she kicked them off as they reached her ankles. Ochako pulled his pants off and he rolled off of her to kick them off, impatient that he had this much clothes on. He pulled his t-shirt off his head and looked at Ochako, her chest was heaving, t-shirt stretched tight and her eyes heavy.

He pushed the cloth up and kissed her sternum, skimming the softness of her skin and breathing in the scent of her. Her skin cream always smelled of peaches. He trailed downward to her navel and then to the soft flesh between her thighs. Katsuki pressed lightly against her, his tongue tasting her. When she was wet with his mouth, he blew slightly and she shuddered under his hands, arching her back and rotating her hips against his lips. He kissed her, sliding his tongue through her as though it were against her tongue before returning his attention to the pleasurable knob at the peak of her mound.

When he glanced up at Ochako, her head was rocked back, mouth open, half hidden behind the peak of her breasts. He grabbed at the soft flesh between her thighs before he brought his middle finger to her entrance, sliding it along her wetness and then sinking into her slowly, hooking upward and rotating against where he knew she responded the most.

Katsuki rocked his hips against the bed, not caring about the mess he made. He pressed the length of his tongue against her clit and then took it into his mouth, sucking slightly as he inserted another finger and felt her clench around him.

"Enough." Ochako gasped. "Come here."

She pulled him up by his hair and grasped at his shoulders with her nails as he ground his hips against her, their bare skin sensitive at each other's touch.

Ochako took him in her hand and he groaned at the contact, and she guided him into her. He pressed slowly, slipping into her effortlessly, and then sunk into her to his base. He dropped his head to her shoulder as he weakened at the sensation of her warmth around him, and grip that clenched in encouragement. He throbbed in eagerness and he wanted to come then and there.

Katsuki took his time then, burying himself in her until all he could feel around him, in his lungs, against his skin, gripping onto him was just her.

Ochako knew his body better than he did, and she worked her hips under him and with him so that his length was buried completely in her and his mind had softened to clouds and pleasure. He responded to her nails digging into his back by nipping at her skin. She knew his skin would show at photoshoots and it was something she never cared about, she liked to brand him. Her Katsuki.

And he needed to claim her, the way he always would.

But he wanted to fuck her until his mind was numb and consumed. He thrust into her quickly and she arched her back and ground her hips back into him. With some effort, he rolled and pulled her onto him, grasping her hips to hold her into place. The sudden shift of him inside her made her gasp, her eyebrows met in the middle and her mouth fell open. Katsuki could see her breasts peek out under the hem of the t-shirt and palmed them. They were soft and filled his hands, when his fingers dragged away, they left red lines. He tweaked her nipples and her hips jerked around him.

Ochako threw her head back and moaned to the ceiling as she worked herself on him. He sat up so he could nip at her lips and feel her moan into his mouth, her breath needy and hungry, hot against his skin. She balanced herself by digging her nails into his shoulder blades as he guided her movements with his arms and he hissed through his teeth at the pain.

His shaft twitched with the mixture of the pleasure and pain. She balanced on his shoulders with her elbows, burying her hands in his hair and she found a rhythm that build a blinding ball of pleasure that twisted and spread in a firework of sensitivity. He nipped at the nape of her neck to drown his groans.

When she moaned into his ear as she gushed around him, he sunk himself quickly into her and clenched his jaw, a low groan vibrated through his chest as he spilled into her.

Katsuki held her close against his chest for a while, their skin sticking to each other in the little humidity they had worked up from being in each other's space. Ochako panted and stroked his hair back from his forehead, planting kisses along his jaw and to his eyebrows.

"You were pent up today, huh?" Ochako said, still skimming her lips lightly across his skin. "You didn't even try to make that last like before." She laughed and moaned in satisfaction as he slipped out of her.

Katsuki made a non committal noise in the back of his throat as he finally filled his lungs with air properly. He lay on his back, the ceiling coming in and out of focus. He didn't feel satisfied, or comforted and the realisation made him annoyed. He was vaguely aware of Ochako getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

She said something but he didn't hear the words. With as little effort as he could, he siddled off the bed to join her.

"You said something?" he asked as he climbed into the shower.

"I should have marked you up more." Ochako said with a sly smile, her eyes admiring the marks she had left on his back. "Since you were so idiotic about stipulating that you have these months off before you shoot for the agency."

"You think I don't deserve a break?" Katsuki asked. He felt the bitterness in his voice. He had realised at some point that he had become her work horse and he forgot that he loved modelling. He wanted to love it again, and the only chance he had at that was Izuku.

"Of course you do, but what if you lose your touch?" Ochako teased. Katsuki wasn't fooled, under her tone of teasing, he heard her disappointment, her worry.

"What am I to you?" Katsuki asked her, he hadn't even soaped his body yet, but was just standing in the hot water, steam filling the room. "Am I some fucking Ken doll? Am I plastic?"

"Of course not honey." Ochako said. The sound of disappointment made way to a tone of ' calm down, you're overreacting' . "Just, you know how the modelling industry is."

"I'm 25, they can wait for me." Katsuki said. He didn't mask his bitterness. What little comfort he had gained from draining his feelings into her had completely gone. The ball of worry in the middle of his chest still worked itself painfully and filled his throat.

"But why now?" Ochako asked. Katsuki could imagine her looking at herself in the mirror, straining through the frosted glass.

"I needed to figure shit out." Katsuki said. "I've been only ever modelling. You've been the fucking driver of this whole career."

"You wanted to model!" Ochako said.

"Yes, but that wasn't all I wanted to be." Katsuki said. Ochako was silent and Katsuki let out a breath of impatience. "What am I going to do when I'm too old Ochako?"

"You can't get too old for modelling." Ochako said, not sounding totally convinced with herself. "There's a market for older generation people."

"Right, but why would I want to have this lifestyle beyond a certain age." Katsuki said. "It's so fast paced and I want more."

"More what , exactly?" Ochako said. "You have everything."

Katsuki ducked his head under the water. "Not everything." he said into the water, too low for Ochako to hear.

"What was that?" she called.

"Got water in my eyes." Katsuki said.

"You didn't tell me you were taking the stupid time off." Ochako said. "You had me negotiate this beast of a deal and would guarantee your fame, and then you just put it on hold."

"I didn't know I needed it." Katsuki said. "Not until I was staring at that contract and I realised I had done nothing but work, and it was never just for me and what I wanted to do."

He wasn't liking the conversation. He felt like he had had different versions of this argument with her before, but never once had she ever listened to him and tried to negotiate something for his interests. Katsuki never thought of Ochako as selfish because it served what he thought he wanted. But maybe he should have.

"Where do you go everyday?" Ochako asked.

"Gym." Katsuki grunted.

Ochako climbed into the shower with him and wrapped her arms around him, her bare breasts pressing to just under his shoulder blades.

It wasn't a welcomed feeling. Katsuki broke the contact and climbed from the shower without soaping, abandoning Ochako and drying off.

"I'm going to sleep. I have a long day tomorrow." Katsuki said.

He heard her mutter as he left, "Oh yea? Doing what?"

He had no energy left to fight her.