"Hey."

I stood in the open doorway looking surprised to see him here but not really being all that shocked. Kachan had a habit of coming over at the most inopportune times almost to the point where I could have sworn he was doing it on purpose. I had plans to meet with friends for dinner in about half an hour. A normal person would say so, tell him to come back another day and reschedule.

I wish I was normal.

If I was, I could close the door and he would walk away and I would gain back some of my dignity and and and…

I would ask him to stay anyway.

There were others out there in the world, there had to be, who I would be better matched with. Who would be gentle and soft without me needing to ask. Would proudly claim me as their own while allowing me to do the same. But I would never find them. No, not so long as the hickies along my collarbones kept being replaced like clockwork. Not if he had anything to say about it.

"Hey," I said softly.

He carefully assessed me, those red eyes like hot coals singeing deep crevices up and down my being.

"What are you all dressed up for? Don't you normally stay in those stupid basketball shorts on your days off?"

I had on a simple pullover sweater and jeans and even if I had been wearing shoes I wouldn't be considered 'dressed up' in the slightest, but he was right; it would have been unusual if I hadn't had plans for the night. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as he pushed past me and threw himself on the couch taking up the cushions in such a way that no one would have been able to sit next to him without infringing on his personal bubble.

That was so like him. To demand space. To necessitate attention. It was one of the unfair advantages he had over me. It's hard to imagine being with anyone else when the territories of my heart and mind are so dominantly his.

"I'm meeting some friends later," I mumbled closing the door.

"When?"

"In 30 minutes."

"Izuku."

A shiver went up my spine. I slowly turned from the doorway to look at him. He had leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes entirely focused on me. He pointed his finger at me and then at his feet.

"Come here."

There was no ignoring the way the command in his voice ignited something within me. While that tone terrified most everyone we knew, the deep growl that came from within his chest was something exhilarating to me and I could never keep my heart from racing.

I moved quickly to obediently stand in front of him feeling the tell-tale trembling of anticipation in my fingertips. He hooked his hands around the backs of my knees, running them up my thighs before gripping my ass and pulling me down to straddle his lap.

Kachan is a very intense person and that intensity radiates off him in overwhelming waves that often leave me breathless. His words were always rough, his hands rougher and I was intimately acquainted with both.

"It's been a while hasn't it, Izuku?" he whispered in my ear. "Have you missed me?" He gave a slow squeeze to my ass before adding, "Because I've definitely missed you."

I buried my hands in the roots of his hair smiling and sighing contentedly as he slowly dragged his tongue along my neck his breath hot against my skin.

"I always miss you."

My heart was pounding a familiar rhythm in my throat as his hands moved to grip my waist. I didn't know what would come next. Another command, a hand around my throat, hopefully our clothes landing in a heap on the floor. I was ready for whatever he asked of me.

"I bet I can make you feel real fucking good before you need to leave," he purred "how does that sound?"

I nodded swallowing reflexively.

"Oh come on now, Izuku," he crooned, "You gotta use that pretty fucking mouth of yours or how the hell am I supposed to know what you want, hmm?"

"Please," I huffed not wasting another second, "Please fuck me."

I could feel him grin against my skin at my green light and he angled my hips so I would slowly grind against him. He never needed to ask twice. One hand released me and slowly slid up the back of my shirt, his fingertips leaving trails of fire in their wake as I rocked in his lap the best I could.

"Kachan," I whined as heat started to gather in my groin and begin its slow torturous spread.

"What did I say about that name?"

He pressed his nails into the skin of my shoulder and dragged them down my spine leaving me gasping.

"I'm sorry, Katsuki," I breathed squeezing my eyes shut.

I couldn't believe I forgot myself so quickly. Using nicknames or pet names were big no-nos. That was far too close to affection and neither of us had any need for such things. His first name was the only name I was allowed to say when we were together like this, that is, if I could catch my breath to say anything at all. It didn't make sense, not when the names we allowed ourselves to use meant a higher level of intimacy. It didn't need to make sense.

I could feel him growing needy and hard beneath me and I knew he knew I was just as desperate. I could never hide anything from him.

Ever.

He grabbed the bottom of my sweater and hoisted it over my head finally giving all the heat that had been seeping through every pore a way to escape. He began to stroke everywhere my skin was exposed; along my waist, over my chest, down my arms and back up to my neck with his hands and his tongue all while maintaining agonizingly slow friction between our hips that had me near to bursting with want.

He kept me from grinding against him any faster choosing instead to maintain our speed, dragging out every movement while also skillfully dragging every noise possible out of me. His teeth nipped at my shoulder while his hand knotted itself in place in my hair and I couldn't stop the whine that escaped my lips.

Why couldn't he just get on with it? He had never played the tease like this before. Normally, he would immediately mark me in some way. It could be with his teeth, lips, hands; on my neck, my chest, my thighs. It was his way of leaving a calling card as plainly as though he had pressed ink to my skin to spell out 'Katsuki was here'. But he hadn't. Instead he was taking his time turning me into a shaking and moaning mess.

"Someone's impatient today," he rumbled quietly when my hands reached to desperately undo the zipper of his pants. "You will only do what I say, when I say it."

With that, he violently tossed me aside onto the couch. He pulled at my jeans tugging them, along with my boxers, down my legs and tossing them over his shoulder in one fluid motion as he forced his way between my knees. As he hovered over me, scarlet irises darkening with inky hunger, I felt nothing but relief. This was what I had come to expect from him.

Aggression.

If I was honest, I had always thought he was at his best when that wonderful switch was flipped inside him; all his passion bleeding into every movement he made giving me everything he had. He never disappointed.

His teeth latched onto my neck and I just knew that the number of dark bruises on my throat were going to increase in number. My plan to find another partner would have to be pushed back just a little further. I couldn't think of that for long though, not when Katsuki dipped his hand to begin stroking my neglected length making me cry out in surprise. But goddamn it! Why was he being so slow about it? I was not above begging.

"Katsuki, please," I whined.

"Please what? You want me to stop?" he asked innocently pulling back to look into my eyes.

The grin he fixed me with said he had no intention of doing so but he was getting plenty of amusement out of threatening me this way.

"No, please," I begged sounding as needy as I knew he wanted me to be, "please touch me."

"Oh, but I am, Izuku."

"More! I can't…I can't take it."

He chuckled leaning into me again breath hot on my ear and voice low.

"You will."

I tried to steady my breathing as he tugged on the handful of hair in his grasp turning my face away from him gaining full access to my neck again.

"You're going to behave for me aren't you?"

This was how I wanted him, and the only way to keep him like this is if I unreservedly became the submissive partner we knew I was so good at being.

"Yes, sir," I sighed.

"Good boy, Izuku."

I shivered at his praise.

His tongue was on the shell of my ear, his fingers were rolling one of my nipples between them and his other hand was becoming softer on my dick. I didn't think I would be able to stand this 'not quite' treatment anymore. I would go crazy if I didn't find some way to release all this tension.

I pushed back against his hand rocking my hips without an ounce of shame in sight. I was horny as all hell and didn't give a damn about how pathetically needy it made me look. Shockingly he allowed it for a few moments, murmuring words only I could hear.

"Yeah, you want it that badly. That's right, take what you want. Take what only I can give you."

Taking however, was something only Katsuki had ever done and it was nerve-wracking stepping into his position. He had been too gentle, too slow, as if we had nothing but time. At least now I could do something about it, my thrusting into his hand making that wonderful heat build back up and reclaim its fervor. That is until he suddenly took his hand from my crotch making me keen at the loss of friction and leaving me with all my senses on edge.

Katsuki always knew exactly what he wanted, how and when; but the 'when' had always been right fucking now. Which is why it surprised me when instead of getting on with business he kissed me just as slowly and gently as everything else had been.

I gasped when his hands went back to stroking me along my sides his nails raising goosebump trails along my skin, his hands lodging firmly in my hair. His hips resumed their leisurely pace grinding into me keeping the coals of my desire glowing with a muted burn but refusing to let them catch fire.

He saw his opportunity and slipped his tongue against my parted lips while one of his hands slid down my hips and lifted one of my legs so it wrapped around his waist. I got the hint and did the same with the other locking my ankles together effectively trapping him in my embrace. The position brought my hips up to a new angle and I was dying to make it worth my while.

I threw my arms around him grasping helplessly onto his shirt trying desperately to bring him closer as he rutted against me. I needed more of him and he was rationing himself out at a sluggish pace. I was used to being tied, gagged, spanked, and sometimes it made things like sweet vanilla tenderness so much harder to come by. Which was fine. It made things easier for me. For both of us. If there was too much affection, too many feelings, it would get messy. Yet, knowing that didn't stop my heart from aching.

It was a very rare occurrence that I was able to get a half-hearted kiss from him. Katsuki was a biter not a kisser. Yet, right now he was and it was positively wrecking me in mind, body and spirit.

It felt good.

This was bad.

So deliciously good and unbelievably bad.

This was everything I had ever wanted from him. It was too much and not enough. This was exactly as I had imagined things in the beginning and oh, I am going to be in so much fucking trouble later. Now that I knew it was possible, that I knew he was capable of being like this, was sometimes willing to be…I would never leave.

I wanted to be angry. Angry that he had manipulated me this way even though he had no idea he had done so. Angry that I could be so easily satiated. So easily collared. But it was hard to do when your lover's rock hard cock was teasing you relentlessly while you struggled to breathe properly. Wait, was he-?

"Mmm!" I moaned into his mouth.

He had picked up the pace, finally! He pulled back slightly, his eyes drinking me in with a mix of dangerous confidence and lecherous appreciation. I was doing well.

"Come on, Izuku. You could get off by this alone couldn't you? It doesn't take much for you does it, being as slutty as you are?"

I could. I definitely could. And if the pressure he was building brick by brick in my crotch was any indication, I most certainly would. But if I knew Katsuki, he wouldn't let me. Wouldn't let me go until he got what he wanted.

"Please, Katsukiiii," I whined, "I-I need you. I can't do this. I- ahh!"

A harsh spank to my backside had me throwing my head back into the cushions.

"I said you will, and you will," Katsuki commanded before sticking two fingers in my mouth. "Show me how much you need me."

I couldn't stop from moaning as I eagerly began to suck on the digits presented to me, swirling my tongue expertly. I hollowed out my cheeks and looked up at him through half-lidded eyes the way I knew he liked it. If I did a good enough job I would be rewarded. With the way his eyes locked onto my movements and his tongue darted out across his lips I knew I had definitely earned it.

"So obedient when you know you're gonna get fucked out of your goddamn mind the right way," he grumbled appreciatively as he took his fingers back with a loud wet pop.

I was.

I would be.

Anything he wanted.

I breathed a small sigh of relief when I felt the familiar pressure of being invaded. That was instantly shattered when he pushed forward and was almost immediately two knuckles deep and pumping his way further into me.

He never took it slow, not that I ever asked him to. Never wanted him to. But he was still going at a snail's pace damn it!

If I hadn't been desperately grinding my hips, pushing against the couch and fucking myself on his fingers making me feel so much better and fuller now that at least a part of him was inside me, I would have been angry at him again. There was no reason to be though. I was always taken care of, even if it meant having to wait until he was good and ready. And if the sound of him unzipping was any indication, that time was now.

Who the hell needed more prep time? Not either one of us that was for sure. It might bite me later but I didn't care. He didn't bother taking his jeans completely off, instead he shoved them off his hips just low enough to be able to give his cock some much needed relief.

The disparity in our levels of undress was somehow turning me on even more. The differing amounts of vulnerability prodded at the sense of security I only felt when I was with him and it brought me an inner feeling of peace. I was safe with Katsuki.

He used a mix of our precum and his own spit to slick himself up. Watching Katsuki touch himself was both a mouthwatering and intimidating sight; 7 inches was a lot to look forward to but godamn, how it set my blood on fire.

We haven't used condoms in a long time. I liked to think of it as a testament to the faith we had in each other. He was never with anyone else. I never wanted anyone else. Everyone I knew thought it was stupidly reckless. They were probably right.

He leaned forward and took me in another soul-drowning kiss as he aligned himself against me; my king taking his rightful place on his throne. My toes curled in anticipation.

"How badly do you want it, Izuku?" he murmured against my lips. "Beg for it."

This was his favorite part. He would never say so but there was a certain gleam in his eyes when I willingly gave myself up to his mercy. When I voiced everything I wanted that I knew he could give me. When I stroked his ego along with his skin.

"Please, Katsuki. I need you. I need you inside me filling me up," I rasped desperately when I could feel the head of his cock press teasingly against my entrance. I made sure to look him in the eyes as I said, "No one touches me like you do. No one else makes me feel as good as you."

"And no one ever will," he growled before slamming into me.

I wish I could wax eloquent about how sex with Katsuki feels. Amazing? Understatement. Explosive? Too obvious. Loving? Almost.

Colors burst with pigment, my body came to life with fire and I kept a steady stream of praise dripping from my lips.

"Yes! Just like that! Right there! God, Katsuki you're so good at this!"

I'm being folded and stretched, pushed and pulled, expertly manhandled in the only way I could ever be satisfied with and I love it. Hands are grabbing, teeth are biting, breath is shaking and I can't tell where I begin and he ends. And I don't care. Because he is here and in this moment he is mine and that's all that matters. He's all that's ever mattered to me.

"Ah fuck, Kachan you're so amazing! Keep going!"

I should've been reprimanded for the slip-up but he was too busy tearing me apart piece by painstaking piece. He grunted above me digging his nails into my hips as he forced me to keep up with him, a race I never got tired of running.

There's a moment of panicked confusion when he slows down. I shouldn't have worried. He unhooked my legs from around his waist, effortlessly throwing them over his shoulders before immediately jackhammering back into me making up for any lost time.

The new angle has me screaming as he continuously hits a spot deep inside of me that makes me see white and causes pleasure to crash against me pounding for release like waves against a ship in a storm.

"Fuck, Izuku," he groaned expression twisted in concentration and pleasure.

Hearing it made me smile knowing I was the only one who could see this side of him. The only one who could coax these sounds and expressions out of him. The only one who adored all his edges and the only one who was rewarded when he softened them.

One of his hands curled comfortably around the top of my neck, his thumb adding just the slightest pressure to the blood vessel beneath my jaw to give me the light-headed rush I loved. He knew me so well.

He was back.

Whatever had come over him earlier was gone and we had returned to familiar territory. He picked up the speed, somehow fucking into me harder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. All I could hear was my seamless flow of moaning, the low and breathy way "ah, fuck" slipped past his lips and the erotic sound of skin slapping together in a heated frenzy.

God, yes!

I fisted my hands into his shirt pulling him flush against me as his jeans began to slightly chafe against my thighs. Those pitiful embers from before had become a forest fire whose flames were licking up and down my entire body. How could I possibly keep my voice under control after that?

"Ah, ah! F-fuck! K- Ka- Katsuki!"

Nothing but sounds, pieces of words, attempts at any semblance of sanity. My breath couldn't fill my lungs fast enough and I couldn't bring Katsuki close enough and even though I felt so incredibly full I selfishly wanted more because it was never enough.

"C'mon, Izuku," Katsuki said voice strained even though he was still very much in control. He returned his attention to my dick and began to jack me off for everything I was worth. "Cum for me, baby boy."

What?

The delicious storm waves were pounding harder against my shore and I knew the gates were about to be blown open and shattered to pieces. What a wonderful way to fall apart.

I dug my fingers into Katsuki's skin anywhere I could reach and he'd probably be mad about the damage I caused later. We could both feel everything later, for now, I wanted to scream. And as an explosion went off deep in my core, I did. His name. Again.

Always.

My heart rattled in its cage as euphoria radiated from deep within me, electricity running through every nerve like live wire. I could feel the muscles in my limbs start to shake and I couldn't catch my breath. He shuddered against me, burying his face in my neck as he thrust into me a few more times as I floated dangerously close to over-stimulation before releasing deep inside me, moaning my name so silently I almost missed it.

I closed my eyes hearing his broken breathing and his erratic heartbeat against my skin. The calm after the storm. He eased my legs from off his shoulders and I sighed as my muscles relaxed. But he placed a soft kiss against my collarbone and my eyes shot back open.

He nudged my head to the side with his nose as he trailed more feather light kisses up my neck beneath my ear and across my jaw until finally reaching my mouth. Gentle, soft, caring. I did my best to kiss him back unable to control the soft gasping that escaped me as I tried to catch my breath.

Nothing rushed as if we had all the time in the world.

I released my hold on his shoulders instead running my hands through his hair the way I had enjoyed before. I had guessed right. It was so much better when he was awake. He groaned against my mouth as he delicately ran his tongue along my bottom lip. Was he…asking for permission? Since when?

I gave it to him anyway, opening my mouth wider trying my best to ingrain this feeling into my memory forever. He took his hand from my neck letting it coast lazily down my body from my chest to my thigh and I leaned into him in every way I knew how. Who knew that after sex I could be so touch starved?

He leaned back, leaving me feeling like he had just taken another part of me with him as he pulled out of me and looked over his handiwork. I knew I couldn't be in my most attractive state with my skin flushed red, covered in sweat and cum and panting as though I had run a marathon but oh, the look he was giving me.

The slight smirk at the corner of his mouth and the way his hooded eyes silently smoldered made my breath catch in my throat. He pushed my sweaty bangs out of my eyes and caressed my cheek with his thumb and I hummed in gratitude. The appreciative yet hungry appraisal he was so good at made me feel like the most desirable thing in the world.

It was another one of the reasons Kat- Kachan could make me feel like no one else ever could. Why the thought of not being together was so hard. Why him being so good to me had not been a good idea. I grimaced.

"What?"

"I…I need to go," I said sitting up.

I rolled off the couch, picked up my clothes and half-walked half-stumbled to my bedroom to clean up and dress even though there wasn't any part of me he hadn't seen before. He didn't say or do anything to stop me.

I wanted to turn around and see what his expression looked like now. Would he be angry? Upset? Indifferent? But I was a coward so I closed my door behind me without finding out. I held my breath until I heard him go into the bathroom and the door shut.

I shoved my palms into my eyes trying to understand the image I had just seen. The way he had looked at me just now hovering over me, caressing me in a way he never has before had made it seem like he…no, there was no way. I had nothing but post-orgasm euphoria and wishful thinking to thank for these feelings and nothing more.

But something was different now for sure. Our relationship had been altered. I couldn't pinpoint how but it had definitely happened. And that look, those molten lava eyes, had not made the change any easier.

Baby boy he had called me. I felt a thrill of joy in my heart, understanding that it had been an accident did nothing to dampen it.

I dressed quickly and when I came back out Kachan was sitting on the arm rest of the couch and scrolling through something on his phone.

"Feeling better?" he asked without looking up.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I shoved my feet into a pair of sneakers by the door and looked at the clock on the wall. I was going to be a few minutes late. I took a deep breath before facing the problem head on.

"You have to go."

He did look at me then. I swallowed reflexively. He stood and I was worried that I had upset him. I had never gotten rid of him this quickly before. Never wanted to get rid of him period.

"Ok."

I blinked. He had said it so calmly and I had not been expecting that.

"You've got your friends waiting on you right? You can tell them it's my fault you're late," he said making his way to the door.

I wouldn't need to. They would know just by looking at me and they would disapprove as they always did and I would tell them they were right but not do anything about it. The same song and dance, and I was a pro at making molehills out of mountains.

He opened the door but right before he stepped out he suddenly turned around and pushed me up against the wall shoving his knee between my legs. He kissed me, roughly sucking on my bottom lip and my hands immediately went to the back of his neck tugging him closer. Damn you, instincts.

He pulled back just as quickly and said, "Just know I'm not done with you yet."

I wanted to tell him I was. But I wasn't, not really. No matter what I told myself.

"Call me later when you're back home safely," he whispered before kissing me briefly again and walking out the door leaving me alone in my house with my hands hanging in the empty air.

I would. I always did.

Two chapters down. One more to go. Hope you guys are enjoying yourselves. I know I am. This project has been sitting in my folder for a hot minute so I'm glad I'm finally doing something with it. As always feel free to share your thoughts.